Rowaelin’s daughter is fierce, proud and has a knack for causing trouble
She has Rowans silver hair, and Aelin’s turquoise eyes with golden rings around the pupils
She’s also caught Fenry’s eyes
Much to Rowan’s dismay, she’s not strong physically, but developed a naturally clever and strategic mind
But Rowaelin’s child also hasn’t tapped into her powers and as of late believes she has no powers what so ever (even though Aelin and Rowan comfort her that it will come, and even if it doesn’t, they love her no matter what)
She then focuses on combat and working hard at being as tough a fighter as Manon, or Aelin when she was an assassin
But deep down, she craves feeling fire in her hands, and is jealous of seeing how Dorian’s daughter moves things with her mind
Rowaelin’s daughter develops an ache in her heart that dreams of the power she was supposed to be born with, and this causes a rift between her and her family
Aelin and Rowan understand their daughter’s troubles, and with the approval of their friends and family, allow their daughter to face her own problems
With the help of Elena, she then chooses to find a person who Elena believes could help Rowaelin’s child tap into her powers
Aelin and Rowan gift their daughter the Eye of Elena before she sets off on her adventure
Fenrys gifts Rowaelin’s child her own wolf, who’s black fur is so light it almost looks like midnight blue
Fenrys says that he hopes that when her gifts come, she inherits Rowan’s shape shifting and is able to turn into a wolf
With her wyvern and wolf as her only companion, Rowaelin’s child feels like she has a different purpose in life, other than being Queen
She feels that there’s a tug in her heart every time she lays down under the stars, with her silver hair as her only pillow, and her wolf sleeping close to her
Feysand’s child is their firstborn son who has Rhysand’s face and Feyre’s full mouth
He has dark hair and eyes of crushing blue
Naturally, Feysand’s son would inherit the Night Court and rule over the Court of Dreams
But because he has Rhysand for a father, Feysand’s son feels no burden with his responsibilities, and loves his people and the thought of inheriting his parent’s court
Feysand’s son is playful, carefree and enjoys his freedom between all of the courts of Prythian
He even has a knack for singing, his voice deep and rich (which all the daughters of the court fangirl over)
Cassian and Azriel are training him in the way of the Illyrians
As expected, Feysand’s child is powerful in strength and powers
He has large wings, which he uses cleverly during combat like no one ever has (something that Rhysand is very proud of)
Even though he inherited Rhys’ powers of winnowing, and controlling the mind, he has only inherited Feyre’s water powers
And even then, he doesn’t depend on it, but rather loves the thrill of battle in his own hands
Before Feysand’s child can graduate out of the Illyrian training, he and his team mates must face a mission and complete it successfully
In his team, there are 3 guys and 2 girls (Illyrian women are now very popular and celebrated)
Even though his team knows he’s the heir of the Night Court, they don’t treat him any different and he is grateful for it
His mission is to travel to the south, past the human territories and into a magical no-man’s land (winnowing is allowed as there is no time limit for the mission)
There are known surprises in this territory, where some places prevents you from using your powers, some are completely in the dark and others have powerful hidden beasts
His team must find a different type of beast, with a large body and head, who wears a necklace with a red jewel
The mission is to bring back the red jewel in one piece and in completely pristine, perfect condition
Feysand’s child naturally leads his team into no-man’s land and encounters countless beasts which the team easily maim and kill
He feels a tug in his heart that leads him into the heart of no-man’s land (which is a thick, dense forest)
It takes the team a couple of days to reach a part of the forest, where the mist is thick and the air feels strange
The team quickly get into formation, finding a large creature who looks like an over grown, fat troll laying on it’s back
The troll is sleeping, but what the team clearly see is the creatures neck
Around the neck is a rope that holds a ruby the size of a dinner plate
Feysand’s child instructs the team to use stealth to capture the ruby while the creature is still asleep, as the mist surrounding them prevents their powers from working
One of his team members will cut the rope, the other two will grab the ruby and fly away with it whilst Feysand’s child and his other team mate will watch the creature
As his team mate cuts through the thick rope with his sword, he will be flying above the ground to watch the creature
Just as the sword slices through the thick rope, the clouds above them turn black and gathers in a circular shape
A large clap of thunder echoes in the forest, waking up all the creatures around them
And Feysand’s child sees, up above him, a silver jewel dropping down from the black pit of the sky
muses: ceo!yoongi x heiress!reader genre: angst, smut, fluff words: 2.8k note: this was meant to be under 1k bc it’s supposed to be a drabble but. please forgive me for the upcoming ceo au’s
warning: sexual tension, oral, “get on your knees, yoongi.”
you knew him, not personally per se. but you might as well claim to with all the things you’d been hearing of that man. at the age of 22 he had graduated college and immediately got into the business. two years later, he’d earn his masters degree and his startup had been blowing up with established business pledging alliance and overpouring promising clients waiting to sign contracts of agreement before others waltzed in and stole the chance.
and yet, you refused to be one of the many that’d worshiped the ground he stood on. you detested the need to have him as an affiliate. you loathed having to put on the ivory, skin tight dress, wear your hair up and don yourself the bloodiest red on your lips. and you gravely hated having to sit across from the man who didn’t even bat an eye at you as though you were another pretty instrument he would keep within his chambers as your father discussed the terms of the agreement with cold sweat running down his temple - as if this man was beyond god. min yoongi - what a humble name for a god though.
“the things here all belong to you, you may do as you like, go along with your routine as before so long as you do your part in the contract - appear as my beautiful loving fiancee in public events.”
“I was paralysed by fear before my trip to the states and couldn’t stop thinking about being a failure and was convinced that I’d become a self-fulfilling prophecy if my brain didn’t shut up and stop being so negative. So I put it in a song.”
DAI How would the companions and advisors react to the inquisitor getting a mabari? (I was heartbroken there were none in the game.)
(I made it a puppy– it couldn’t be helped.)
Cassandra: After all her travels in Ferelden on her duties as a Seeker, Cassandra understands what an honor it is to have a mabari bond. The fact that the Inquisitor was deserving of one only confirms her opinion of them. And while she will never let a soul know she thinks they are the cutest thing she’s ever seen, and indulges in ruffling and the occasional snuggle when no one is looking.
Solas: Loyalty is an admirable element in any creature, and just because it comes from a dog is no reason to disdain it. Solas finds the mabari a noble creature, and approves of their choice of companion. There is perhaps less admiration if he finds them teething on one of his brushes, but he’s always gentle when he places them outside the rotunda again.
Varric: The first thing he wants to do is teach them diamondback– many an evening was spent playing with Hawke’s Mabari and there are good memories. But the puppy is far more interested in his manuscripts and boots and all other chewable things. The dwarf might even have been angry– but no one had puppy eyes quite like a puppy, and so instead he always ends up petting them and returning them to the Inquisitors quarters with empty threats to write them as a cat in his next book.
Sera: Beneath every other title or description that Sera might have, she is Ferelden at heart. And that means she immiediately falls in love with the mabari. Her respect for the Inquisitor is completely affirmed, and she tries to recruit the puppy to mayhem. If they are too young yet she finds them a red bandanna and declares her an honorary Jenny.
Blackwall: He first finds the puppy rolling around in the sawdust and wood shavings in the barn, and despite the fact that he stays there for isolation the warrior can’t help but grin. A sturdy beam is sacrificed as a tug toy, and pleasant afternoon routine is established. The dog is loyal, always abandoning the toy if the inquisitor comes by looking, and Blackwall respects both the puppy and inquisitor all the more for it.
Vivienne: She tries to avoid it. Dogs-particularly war dogs- are prone to destruction and mess, which are not things she is fond of. But the puppy is adorable and spends so long trying to struggle up the steps to investigate her that she doesn’t have the heart to banish them. If in time the Inquisitor notices that the puppy vanishes a few evenings a week, only to come back with the occasional jeweled collar and suspiciously steak colored stains on their muzzle they are smart enough not to comment.
Iron Bull: He thinks its adorable, and there is no getting around it. The mabari becomes an official member of the Chargers when they are not with the Inquisitor. All the Chargers dote on them but Bull is undoubtably the worst. As the puppy grows He helps train dog and master, and relishes in the occasional face kisses this brings.
Dorian: The Mabari were once a Tevinter breed, and before Dorian met the puppy he might have said that the Ferelden’s got the raw side of the deal. But the immediate intelligence is made clear, and that more than anything else is what opens his mind to them. If the puppy follows the Inquisitor in the library Dorian will sacrifice his lap for snuggles and and allow the puppy to clamber over his chair to look out the window.
Lelianna: The puppy reminds her immediately of Dog, and when the Inquisitor brings them back from wherever they came from the spymaster drops all her masks and swoops down to cuddle the dog to her chest. They are fast friends, and Lelianna immediately offers to find the best trainers and materials that the Inquisitor needs, all the while planning on introducing the mabari to Schmupples the 2nd.
Josephine: Apart from the puppy’s absolute adorable appearance- so fluffy!- Josephine can absolutely see the political advantages of it. Suddenly every teryn and Arl in Ferelden will want to meet the Inquisitor and their loyal mabari, and that can only make their job easier. Also the puppy sometimes falls asleep with their head on her feet, and it is the cutest thing ever.
Cullen: Someone tells him that the Inquisitor has bonded with a Mabari, and his entire world changes. The clouds part, the sun shines through, and the commander of the inquisitions forces turns into a child eager for Wintersend. He is a fount of information for the Inquisitor, and at last they ask him to watch the puppy when they have to be called away. It is one of the happiest days of his lives, and he immediately finds a basket and fills it with soft flannels and pillows as a bed. Of course the puppy spends most of their time in his lap, curling up with him in his bed at night. And the commander knows in his heart that the dog is not his- is not ultimately loyal to him and he does not have it’s heart- but the presence of the puppy is a balm nonetheless.
Anne came up behind Harry and smiled. She rested her chin on his shoulder and followed his gaze. “It’s beautiful, Harry.”
Harry looked at his mother and smiled. He looked back at the jeweler in front of him and nodded his head. “This is the one.”
“Is Y/N going to be joining us soon?” Y/N’s mother asked while looking down at the menu. Harry wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. He quickly cleared his throat, “Actually no. I wanted to ask you something.”
Your mother looked up from the menu and gave him a questioning look, “What is it, sweetie?”
Harry looked into your mother’s eyes and exhaled. “Ms. Y/L/N, you’re Y/N’s best friend.” Your mother smiled softly. “Not only are you her best friend but you’re her mother. Your opinion means everything to me and I know it’ll mean so much to her if I get your approval..” Harry quickly pulled out the ring box from the pocket inside of his jacket. He gave it to you mother who already had tears brimming her eyes. Your mother opened the box and gasped, amazed that something so beautiful could exist.
Harry looked at the ring and back at your mother. “I wanted to know if I had your blessing to propose to your daughter.” Your mom quickly nodded her head. “Of course, Harry.” Harry smiled brightly, “Really?”
Your mother wiped a tear that fell and nodded her head once more. She put the box down and reached over and placed her hand on top of Harry’s. “I couldn’t imagine her with anyone else.”
“Nervous?” Niall asked, snapping Harry out of his thoughts. Harry shook his head, “Surprisingly no.
Niall sat down on the couch in front of Harry, beer bottle in his hand. “No?”
Harry smiled and looked down at the floor. “She’s it for me. There’s no doubt in my mind that she’ll say no.”
Niall smiled at his friend, hoping one day to find someone he’ll adore as much as Harry adored you. “I know she won’t say no, mate.”
Harry gave Niall a smile.
Niall smirked before he took a sip of his beer, “Just afraid you’ll shit your pants while you’re asking her.”
You were in your usual spot, finishing your lunch before having to get back to work. You were finishing reading the novel Harry told you about when all of a sudden a shadow was in front of you. You looked up to see Harry smiling down at you.
You instantly smiled. “Hey, what are you doing here?”
Harry sat down next to you and pecked your cheek. “Wanted to surprise you.”
He grabbed your hands and brought them into his lap, playing with the rings on your fingers. He nodded towards the book on your lap, “How are you liking it, love?”
You looked down at the book and smiled. “Love it, thanks for suggesting it.” Harry nodded and looked back at your hands, “Good, I’m glad.”
The two of you sat in silence. Not the uncomfortable kind of silence; the kind of silence that said you were just content being in each other’s presence. Both of you were staring at everything else going on in the park.
While Harry was staring in front of him, he suddenly spoke up, “You’re my best friend.”
You looked over at him and smiled, unsure of where he was going with this. Harry turned and looked at you. He cleared his throat, “You’re my best friend, Y/N. I couldn’t imagine anyone better to be my best friend. I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. I couldn’t imagine not spending the rest of my life with you.” He pulled out the ring box from his pocket and you instantly gasped. You brought a hand to your mouth, tears surfacing your eyes. Harry looked into your eyes. “I want to spend every minute of my life with you. I want to wake up next to you everyday. I want to have the privilege of introducing you as my wife. I want to be the only one that makes you happy. I want to be the reason you smile. I want to be yours forever.” He opened the box and showed you the most delicate, beautiful, ring you have ever seen in your life. “Y/N Y/L/N, I knew from the moment I met you that you were special and I can’t waste another minute. Will you marry me?”
You let out a sob and nodded your head. You threw your body against Harry’s while he laughed. “Yes.”
not my best! lol but i just watched a vlog where he proposed to his gf and instantly got inspired. wanted to write this quickly before the thought left my head! don’t forget to send requests on what you think i should do next!
Many adult Scutellerid jewel bugs exhibit fairly extreme intraspecific variation in their markings (sometimes making IDs difficult). These two individuals represent the extremes of variation in this species. In between, are a range of intermediary forms.
“I can’t believe you’re making me go to a wedding fayre with you.”
“Stop grumbling,” you told your friend from the drivers seat. “You chose our last outing and I didn’t whinge about being dragged around the Doctor Who exhibition did I?”
“No but only because you were just as excited as I was. This seems wrong though, we’re not getting married, we’re not even a couple.”
“For the purpose of today though we are. We’re getting married in two years time at a beautiful country home in West Virginia, Hawthorne House. Remember that, it’s important.” You signalled to into the parking lot of the venue where the fayre was taking place.
“You want me to lie? That’s wrong, it’s dishonest.”
“No what’s wrong is the amount they charge you for make up in the stores. Here, I can pick up enough free samples to keep me going for a good few months as well as a load of discount vouchers to enable me to purchase all the products I need to look like a blushing bride on my wedding day. Plus, there’ll be free cake samples, and I know how much you like cake.”
“You sound like you’ve done this before,” Spencer glanced at you with his eyes narrowed slightly, still looking uncomfortable with the idea of pretending to be engaged to you, his best female friend of three years.
“I have. Lots of times. What do you think me and Garcia do when we have our girly day trips. It’s great, we both get treated like Queens and get to play dress up with the gorgeous gowns. And we both walk away with our make up bags fully restocked.”
Reid shook his head at you and you knew he was planning on making some snarky comment to her when he went back to work on Monday. It was shame you wouldn’t be there to see that. You’d met Penelope four years ago when you moved into her apartment building, two doors down from her. She’d turned up at your door with a welcome hamper and you two had quickly become bossom buddies. She’d dragged you out with her one night where you’d met the rest of her beloved team and you and Spencer had quickly bonded over your love of books and Doctor Who as well as many other things. Now he was just as important to your life as she was.
“Alright so you get free make up and discount vouchers out of this little charade, what do I get?”
Pulling into a parking space carefully and switching the engine off, you turned to your friend.
“You mean aside from the free cake and spending the day with your best friend? Is that not enough?”
Spencer just stared at you, his mouth set in a straight line.
“Fine. I thought this would happen so I came prepared.”
You reached into the back seat and pulled out a paper bag.
“Inside here is that ridiculously long Russian film that you’ve been trying to make me watch for months. This is the limited edition, collectors release with added cast interviews. Personally, I’d much rather watch the Clooney remake, considering it’s seventy minutes shorter, but this is my offering.”
Spencer took the bag from your hands and peeked inside, making sure you weren’t bluffing. He sighed and undid his seat belt.
“I guess if you can bring yourself to watch Solaris with me, I can play at being fake fiancé for a few hours.”
You’d spent the first hour walking around the stalls and stands with Spencer begrudgingly holding your hand in his to play into the illusion. To give him his dues, Spencer was playing along very nicely, nodding along and telling the stand owners how lucky he was and how he couldn’t wait for your special day. You found yourself smiling on multiple occasions and actually almost welling up when one of the stand owners who was showing you different foundation shades, asked how Spencer had promised.
Already armed with a story planned, you were surprised when Spencer interjected and told his own, smiling at you adoringly as he did.
“I proposed on our second anniversary, I was so nervous but I so badly wanted to make this woman my wife that I knew I had to do it. I planned a surprise picnic at her favourite spot in a beautiful park not far from where we live. I picked out all of her favourite foods and bought a cd player with a disk containing all the songs she loved. The smile on her face as she sat opposite me on our special day made my heart burst and as nervous as I was, I knew I was doing the right thing. I just prayed that she’d say yes.”
He paused to take a breath and both the make up girl and you were captivated, waiting to hear the rest of his story.
“After we finished eating I presented Y/N with a photo album, documenting our time together. Photos from the first time we met when our friend Penelope introduced us, photos from our random day trips that we drag each other out on and always end up having the best time regardless. We were smiling in each and every one and as she flipped through the pages, I could see her eyes starting to fill with tears. When she got the the last page there was a string with a label on it saying, “pull me”. I remember that she looked so confused as she tugged on it lightly, slowly pulling out the tiny bag that I’d hidden in the spine of the album. Inside was a ring, a ring that in no way matched her beauty but it was the best I was ever going to able be to find. And that’s when I asked her, I told her she was my best friend, my favourite person in the world and I never wanted to be apart from her. Would she be my wife? And she agreed and I felt like the luckiest man in the whole world.“
When he stopped talked you quickly brushed your hands under your eyes, seeing the make up girl doing the same thing. Spencer looked between the two of you, a light blush forming on his cheeks.
“That has to be the best proposal story I’ve heard. And I’ve heard a lot. Can I see the ring?”
You looked to your hand, panicking as you realised that you weren’t wearing one. Spencer came to your rescue.
“Unfortunately no. One of the stones came loose last week and it’s back in the jewellers being replaced.”
The make up girl gushed over the pair of you for a while longer and filled a bag with free samples and goodies for you, adding in more than she probably should have.
You walked around the rest of the fayre feeling slightly strange. You binged on the cake samples, carefully watching Spencer as he ate. The story he’d told had really gotten under your skin, it was quite possibly the most romantic thing you’d ever heard and although it hadn’t happened, it was something that you could totally imagine him doing. Spencer was sweet like that, he did special things. Like on your last birthday, he set up a treasure hunt all over D.C, clues placed in hidden places which you had to decipher in order to claim your main present which had been two tickets to the theatre.
The strange feeling stayed with you the rest of the day, as you made your way home loaded up with goodies. You had the comfier couch, so you returned back to your apartment, ordering in take out as you settled down to watch the film, sitting snuggled up side by side.
You missed the last third of the movie, your eyes fluttering shut and your head resting on Spencer’s shoulder. You only came to when he nudged you awake, getting ready to leave himself.
Following him to your door to see him out, you hugged him tightly, thanking him for coming with you today.
“It was actually okay, I kinda had fun to be honest,” he told you, his hair slightly messy from lounging on your couch.
“Spencer… That story you told, where did you pull it from?” You had to ask, it had been playing on your mind all afternoon. He shifted awkwardly, shaking a lock of hair out of his eyes.
“Erm…. It just…. I don’t know. I just started talking and it flowed out. I could imagine us sitting in that park having a picnic together, looking through pictures of all the silly things we’ve done. It just seemed…. right?”
He sounded so unsure then, almost wondering if he’d said the wrong thing and you found yourself wrapping your arms around his neck and planting a kiss on his cheek.
“It sounded absolutely perfect, Spencer.”
You nodded at him, your faces so close together, your eyes searching his for any sign that maybe that was something he actually WANTED to happen. In the long run of course.
But you couldn’t read him, he seemed shielded suddenly and you took a step backwards, not wanting to do anything stupid and risk ruining your carefully cultivated friendship.
“I’ll… I’ll see you later, Y/N.” Spencer swallowed as he turned to open the door, you feeling increasingly disappointed.
“Goodnight Spencer,” your voice was small as he opened the door and walked through it, closing it behind him.
“The popular idea of a vamp is a long, slinky woman with black bandolined hair, a bare back and many jewels. And the screen formula for corralling a man is a look into his eyes, a shrug and a slow heave. Whether people believe such things exist, I do not know, but I do know they like to see them.” – Madeline Hurlock, former Sennett Bathing Beauty, who excelled as a comic vamp. Her quote came from a 1924 interview.
Here she is in front of the Ambassador Hotel, taken in the mid to late 1920s. It’s one of my all-time favorite photos.
85: Don’t lie to me
97: it’s not that easy
99: I fell in love with you, not them
You watched as Yondu paced the room. You couldn’t help but fidget with your fingers as he paced in silence. You’d asked to talk to him but he hadn’t answered you. You needed to talk to him before he left again. You couldn’t take it anymore and stood putting a hand on his arm.
“I really do need to talk to you before you go back to the ship.” You tried again and his red eyes met yours.
He sighed before going over and sitting in a chair next to your bed. You sat on your bed staring at him. He crossed his arms over his chest tapping his foot impatiently.
“My mother arranged a marriage for me.” You finally said breaking away from his eye contact.
Yondu’s fists clenched and he stood quickly. The force of it pushed the chair back with a squeal. He stood there in silence waiting for you to keep going. You could see the anger in his eyes as they bore into you.
“He’s from Spartoi. I’m set to marry him at the end of the month.” You watched him warily.
“Tell her no.” He forced out trying not to lose his temper.
“It’s not that easy. Royal marriages… they aren’t discussed. I don’t have a say.” You shook your head.
“Don’t lie ta me. Ya want ta marry him don’t ya. Marry a prince. Stay royal. Give ya everything I can’t.” He was burning up inside as he let his anger get a hold of him.
“You know that isn’t true Yondu. I fell in love with you not them. I don’t love some Prince I’ve never met. I’d give all of this up to be with you.” You stepped closer to him trying to calm him down.
“Then do it. Come with me.” He stepped up to you staring down at you his face not showing you anything.
“You mean it? How would we? You would do that? Sneak me out of here?” You asked him your eyes widening at the idea.
“I’ll steal ya just like everything else.” He grinned seeing how readily you jumped at the idea of going with him.
“The guards pass my room every two hours at night. You’d have to be quiet.” You warned him your voice low making sure no one else could hear.
“I’ll get ya tonight. Pack what ya need because I ain’t carrying no bags.” His jagged teeth glinted in the bright light of your room.
“Promise you’ll come tonight?” You asked stepping close and putting your hand over his heart with a hopeful smile.
“Promise.” He leaned down pecking your lips before going to your window to sneak out.
You watched him leave before rushing about your room. You packed as little as possible. A few outfits, your boots, and the pretty trinkets Yondu brought you every visit. As you picked each one up you couldn’t help the smile that crossed your face. You’d met Yondu when your parents hired him to get back a few royal jewels that had been stolen. He’d caught your eye and somehow the two of you had started something. He’d stop on your planet and you’d sneak him into your bedroom and you’d spend a good day or two together.
Spending all that time together you’d fallen in love with the Ravager even though he was so rough around the edges. He never said it but you were sure he loved you too. He wouldn’t risk this if he didn’t. You had finished packing and had changed from your normal royal garments into something much more common.
A loud bang snapped you out of thinking and you heard the guards run past your door to the main entrance of the castle. You threw your door open seeing shots being fired and people running around. You were about to slam your door shut again when you saw Yondu running up the stairs to your room. He grabbed your arm and your bag dragging you behind him. You saw as you were being dragged that the whole commotion was his crew. You let a wide grin cross your face as you ran to keep up. Yondu gave a whistle when you made it to the ship and his crew turned and made their way back to the ship. When they were all in Yondu turned to you.