My male avatar Shiono (as a Valla Noble) and his husband/kids….my gay fates family is perfect ;;;w;;; Bless you @unassumingvenusaur for this patch!!! Plus they can be seen via MyCastle whenever I update my gay fates file hehe
“If you are going to kill him for sneaking me out, kill me too! I’m the one who wanted to see the world outside of the fortress!”
It’s so odd how SIlas just casually mentions how he could have been KILLED for sneaking out his bff prince(ss) from a fortress when he is a kid himself like…wtf? I just imagined Nari (my Revelations!Avatar) not having any of this Nohrian bs and trying to save him idk
I think I have to take a hiatus. I can’t be here anymore. I just can’t. I love all my muses but fuck, man, every time i log on I just get really fucking depressed. I feel so unwanted. So I’m just gonna go. If you want to talk to any of my muses, my k!k is messesmatter, but I. Doubt anyone actually cares. The twins ( @juxtapositiion ) will be on there too. I’m sorry.
OC Sharing Day again with my beloved Inquisitors! 8D I wonder how many of my followers are sick of seeing their collective faces. True that they put the ‘fun’ back in ‘dysfunctional’ but I love them all the same~
"I didn't think that my actions would lead me here. To you. To this." For the Manorian prompt, ly ☺
“I didn’t think that my actions would lead me here. To you. To this.”
Dorian held back a yawn
as he looked at the large crib next to the bed. He cringed at the thought of it
being empty, despite the item being made of the finest materials in the whole
kingdom. A loud cry echoed across the room and the King rubbed his messy hair
back as his gaze went over to Manon, who kept walking back and forth from the
bathing room to their own.
“Need help?” He asked,
making sure to keep his voice sullen and quiet, lest he further irritate the
small bundle in her arms.
She looked at him, but
shook her head before turning back toward the bathing room. As with everything,
Manon was quick to take her new role as a mother in the form of a challenge. A
week into the job and already she was wonderful at it, surprising Dorian with
every little thing and sometimes impressing him so much he felt almost unfit as
It didn’t help that the
tiny witchling would outright wail the second
anyone but her mother picked her up and while the witch midwives and Manon
assured him this would pass after a few weeks, his spirits still dropped when
he realized he couldn’t pick up his little girl unless she was deeply asleep.
Most of the time the child was indeed asleep, but for once Dorian just wanted
those beautiful dull gold eyes to focus on him without that cherub face scrunching
up immediately after.
As Manon did another
round back to the bedroom, the King finally decided to get up and join her. He
wasn’t sure how he could help, but he wanted Manon to rest, if only for a few
hours. “Let me try,” he offered and although the witch stared at him
unconvinced, Manon slowly let him take the baby.
Immediately as Sorrin
began to fuss, Dorian quickly rocked her, humming a song he used to hear the
servants sing to their children when he was young and scurried around the castle
at ungodly hours of the night because no one bothered to actually put him to
bed. He could never see his father after dinner even when he tried and his
mother merely gave him a nod before going to bed. She never went with him to
his room and the maids assigned to him had given up on trying to get him to
sleep because he always sneaked out.
He would go to the
servant quarters, hiding in dark corners and listening through the thin walls
as mothers and fathers sang and told stories to their sleepy children. His soft
humming seemed to work as the small witchling in his hands quieted down. He
caught the smile on Manon’s face as the child let out a tired yawn. “You must
teach me your songs,” she muttered as her fingers came up to touch the baby’s
Dorian looked up at her. “You
don’t know any nursery songs?” Her silence said it all and the King thought
that perhaps hearing other parents sing to their children was better than
hearing nothing at all. “I’ll teach you some,” he told her, smiling while he
reminded himself to keep his voice down. “I bet Chaol and Nesryn can help, too.”
Manon huffed in
amusement. “It’s hard to imagine your First Hand singing a song meant for
The King bit his lip to
keep from chuckling. “I want to hear you
sing.” He had caught her humming once, before they had Sorrin, and had hidden
behind the half-closed bathroom door as her voice filtered from the accidental acoustic
in the bathing room into their shared bedroom. He had been both awed and fascinated
even when she cut the melody out as soon as she caught his scent. It had been a
tune she had gotten from hearing the newly formed orchestra, one of his
favorites. When he has asked her about it Manon had pretended it never happened
and that he had been ‘clearly imagining things.’
“Witches do not sing.”
As he thought about the
way she had naturally taken to the tone and pitch of a tune she had only heard
once, he pursed his lips. “Not even to your witchlings?”
The Queen’s eyes went to
Sorrin, but she didn’t answer. Dorian hoped she would try it, even if he didn’t
get to hear it. As the silence stretched, Manon turned back to the bed. “You
should try to lay her down.”
He nodded and they both
went to the crib. Dorian slowly lay the baby down on the small bassinet at the
top part of the crib, and after making sure she was warm and comfortable, he
took Manon’s hand and dragged them both into bed. Her sigh as they lay down
made him smile. “Parent life isn’t as easy as we though, huh?” Silence for a while, but he wasn’t bothered by it. Emotion rose through him as he muttered his next words.
“I didn’t think that my actions would lead me here. To you. To this.”
She remained quiet for a bit, before he felt her shift closer. “Neither did I.”
He leaned in to kiss her forehead as her hand came up to his neck.
They were asleep within
the next few minutes.
Thanks for the promt! I’m sorry I take so long with these, but I haven’t forgotten them! I hope you enjoyed!
So Sorrin hasn't noticed Ugin's been dead over a millennia? Does he not write? One or the other of them is a really, REALLY bad penpal
Agreed. Maybe it was one of those things where Sorin had Ugin over to Innistrad for blood tea once, and Sorin was like “oh hey we should totally do this again sometime, saaaay on your homeworld?” and Ugin was like “hmm yeahhhh sure prob’ly” and then Sorin heard nothing for a while, and he thought about just dropping in but he had never actually heard Ugin mention anything about Tarkir, and anyway it was really on Ugin to invite him this time, so he was like screw it I’ma let that dragon make the first move, and for a while he started to think like was it me? was I a bad host? did Ugin just have a really bad time and he’d just rather not be ageless tea-buds anymore? and then he snapped out of it like UM NO MARKOV MANOR TEATIME IS THE BEST Ugin is clearly just being unforgivably lame about reciprocating the hosting duties, no way I’m going to send a howdoyoudo, or even worse propose rehosting in my ‘hood, and then centuries went by, and at some point Sorin remembered about Ugin and was like THAT DRAGON HAD BETTER BE SUPER DEAD BECAUSE HE’S A PILE OF DRY BONES TO ME and gave up on him, and then years later he was like aughhh crapcakes the Eldrazi are loose, I’d better go consult with RUDE-IN even though he broke the holy blood tea friend-bond and never even left his freaking planar address, and then oh lovely, after a bunch of research it turns out he’s been rotting in a Tarkir chasm for years, Bitter Revelation much, I guess that’s more blood tea for me, peace out Tarkir, sayonara Multiverse I guess, EXASPERATED VAMPIRE SIGH.
Where Manon makes a promise and intends to keep it.
Title: Promise Word Count: 1973 Pairing: Manorian (plus one!)
Blackbeak-Havilliard rushed through the hallways of her father’s large castle
with a half-eaten cookie in one hand and a wooden practice dagger in the other.
As she ran in her light blue summer dress, the five-year old glanced through
the windows, catching the sight of three wyverns ready to fly on the eastern
The witchling panted as
her gold eyes took in the open doors toward the gardens and she avoided
servants left and right and jumped over tables to make it just in time. Her
father was already there, dressed in the usual fighting leather tunic he donned
for training. His wear wasn’t what caused Sorrin to frown however, it was the
fact that her mother was in full flying gear, Wing Cleaver strapped to her back
and Abraxos fully saddled and ready to go.
She didn’t care what her
parents were talking about as she bounded toward them, wisps of dark blue-black
hair falling into her cherub face. “You’re leaving?”
Her mother blinked, but
it was her father who spoke. “Hey, sweetheart, I thought you were still eating
Sorrin’s frown deepened
as she walked straight to her mother. “You’re leaving?!” She repeated, louder
Manon crossed her arms. “I’m
needed at the Wastes-”
Dorian cleared his
throat. “Sorrin, we’ve talked about this, baby-”
The little girl growled,
the sound reminiscent of her mother. “No! And I’m not a baby!” She didn’t catch
the knowing look Manon gave Dorian or his subsequent huff.
“Sorrin,” her mother
called and the little girl looked up at her. “I’m sorry I can’t stay, but I’m
“You said you would go to
my recital!” The witchling exclaimed, referring to the dance recital she had
been practicing for the past few months. “If you don’t go that means you lied
The few guards and
courtiers walking along the courtyard turned to stare and the King and Queen
shared a look. Dorian stepped back, allowing Manon to take over while the witch
thought over her next words carefully. “Sorrin,” she said and her daughter
pouted, her dark brows coming together in an exaggerated way. “There is an
emergency I need to take care of in the west. We have talked about how this can
The frown turned sad and
Sorrin’s bottom lip trembled with barely any restraint. “You said you would
Manon had the decency to
look apologetic. “I’m sorry, but I can’t assure you I will be back by then.”
“But you said-” a hiccup,
“I want you to go.” She had been
practicing really really hard just so her mother would see her and now it had
all been for nothing.
“I’m sorry,” the Queen
repeated. Tears fell down the witchling’s face and her mother stepped closer.
“I’ll make it up to you, alright? We’ll do something together when I get back.”
“No!” She wailed, and for
the first time in a long time, Sorrin threw a fit. She kicked and screamed and
cried, all the while grabbing her mother’s leg or edge of the cape or whatever
she could get her hands on. It was not fair. It was not fair that she had done
all this for her mother and she wouldn’t even be there to see it.
hi i finally finished my stupid fucking sci fi project and so now i have to wait for it to export. it’s 1:40 a.m. i have three fucking final exams tomorrow. back to back. starting at 8:15 a.m. and i have to get up an hour and a half earlier because im at my dad’s and so i have to get to school. i’m gonna die.