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hi there, i do!! i will leave a few random ones below!!

DORINDA + JON:

while the two knew of each other prior to the events of their story, they do no officially meet until after he is reunited with sansa/she has escaped ramsay's clutches.

their mutual traumas led them to one another, and has it not been for such it is unlikely that they ever would've crossed paths.

their connection was more so lust at first sight rather than love, but it certainly grows into the latter.

it is questioned whether who jon was really opting to avenge; sansa or dorinda.

jon's ability to trust her is what mend's her relationship with sansa, who see's much of ramsay in dorinda.

not longer before he decides to take out daenrys, dorinda mentions how taken by power she seems and how the last time she sense such a thing was with her half-brother ramsay. hence, it is safe to say that she influenced his decision.

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Fandom: Marvel / X-men 

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x OC 

Summary: No matter when she goes to bed Gemma always feels exhausted when she wakes up. 

Notes: special thank you to all the support I have gotten so far on this fic. Gemma has been an OC I have had for some time now but always seem to struggle to tell her story (for some reason)

Also, I feel like not a lot of happening but I promise it will pick up.  

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They had been dealing with these mutants for over a year now. Not consistently but every once in a while they would pop back up. Only stealing weird stuff from power cells. Once they had stolen a whole truck full of household batteries (like AA and stuff). Another time they had broken into a string of car dealerships but only took the engines  

Regardless they would strike and then disappear just as quickly. 

Xavier had said that it was possible they had been causing crimes for longer but the X-men had only come upon them recently. 

Because of their mutant powers he had been worried they would ruin all the hard work he was doing to build a better world where Mutants and Humans could co-exist. They weren’t shy about using their powers both in a fight and when they were busy taking whatever they wanted. 

Peter had never really thought much about it. 

They were just more baddies they needed to fight. 

Until he met one of them on the bus.

Gemma

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Gemma yawned again rubbing her eyes as she turned on her boombox letting the music pulse through the room. James Hetfield’s gravelly voice filled her small bedroom as she changed from her work clothes into something more comfortable for bed. 

It was soothing, the energy pulsing from her speakers. Not that many people would call the tunes of Metallic soothing but she wasn't many people. Sitting down in front of the boombox she hummed along letting the manic sounds flow through her like sparks from a current. As weird as it was to say the fast-paced rhythm was calming she couldn’t explain it any other way. 

Getting up she threw herself down onto her bed letting out a low moan as she buried her head in her pillow. Closing her eyes letting sleep overcome her. Praying it would be a peaceful night. That her body would just rest. Just let her have one good night’s sleep. 

Was that too much to ask for? 

Apparently

Her dreams were filled with weird lights flashing behind her eyelids. Yelling and screaming. Flickers of energy flashing like lighting across her face as monsters with human faces she didn’t recognize danced around her. Their deformed bodies flickering back and forth as if the lighting itself was summoning them. 

And a silver-haired boy. 

Running around her faster and faster. Her headphones on his head.

“Wake up, wake up, wake up.” 

Gemma found herself laying flat on her back on the hard floor of her bedroom, her body unable to move as she looked up at her ceiling blinking a few times. Reality slowly seeped into her consciousness images from her dreams fading. 

All but one, a silver-haired boy.  

Well man really, but you know. 

“Maybe I need to stop playing music before I go to bed” she muttered sitting up rubbing temples trying to bring some feeling back into her body. It felt so numb and exhausting. As if she had just run for miles. Getting up she turned off the buzzing alarm on her clock before dragging herself into the bathroom to try and get herself ready for the day. 

“Morning!” Drew said as his older sister stumbled down into the kitchen looking like death itself. He would never say it to his sister but later she really didn’t seem… herself. “I made coffee,” the 12-year-old said, holding out a mug.

Gemma smiled gratefully taking it in her hands letting the warmth fill her body before taking a sip. “Ok but why are you the coolest brother ever?” 

Drew shrugged “It’s my gift.” 

“Oh, if only I could be as cool.”

“Maybe someday my young padawan”

“Teach me your ways yoda” Gamma chuckled already feeling the effects of the caffeine bringing her back to life. 

“Speaking of the best movie that has ever been made, are we still on for marathoning tomorrow?” 

“Don’t you have like, cool friends you want to hang out with?” 

“Yeah but my sister said she would make her sugar popcorn and I got a bunch of star wars themed snacks with that money you gave me.” As he said this he pulled out a box of C-3PO's cereal out of the cabinet. “I mean look at this,” 

“I mean, I know I want to hang out with you and quote Star Wars ad nauseam until our sweet dear parents make us turn it off or at least speak with inside voices but I assumed you had like… you know kids your own age you wanted to hang with.”

“It’s the summer we hung out all week. Weekends are our time.”

“Sounds perfect to me. I literally can’t wait.”

After a hearty breakfast of sugary themed cereal and coffee Gemma grabbed her bag and rushed off to the bus stop while Led Zeppelin cheered her on through her new headphones.  

Normally Gemma wasn’t one to really pay attention to the other patients on the bus. Keeping her head down and enjoying whatever mixed tape she had made that week. But as she walked onto the bus that morning she couldn’t help but notice a silver-haired boy sitting at the back. 

Was he stalking her? 

Naw probably just had the same route. 

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Peter was stalking her. All night he had rushed around unnoticed by the small family that resided in the house Gemma had entered.They were your classic American family. Two kids, a boy and a girl (if not a bit of an age gap) with loving parents. They said grace and talked about their days over a roast. 

Picture perfect. 

Besides the constant yawning, Gemma seemed happy. Smiling and engaging with them. Very polite and even seemed to care about the work story her father had to say or what drama Karen was causing in her mom’s sewing circle. 

Shit that Peter would have bashed his head in if he had to listen too. 

Shit, a villain like the woman he had fought wouldn’t sit through. Or at least with a genuine smile like the one Gemma wore. It was like she actually enjoyed family time. 

After dinner, they all watched some TV but Gemma had chosen to rest early. Going to her room where she blasted some music from her stereo turning around letting her hands hover just a few inches from the speaker. This was the first time he noticed any non-normal action from her. Just her standing there, eyes closed, head tilted back, mouth open slightly letting the music wash over her with her hands so close to the sound it was as if they craved it. 

After a few moments she removed her hands then walked toward her bed face-planting on the bed and promptly fell asleep. 

Which was his cue to leave. Yes, he was stalking her but he wasn’t a creeper. Time to find out who this weird girl was. 

A quick break-in and a couple photo books later and he learned she was a VERY average girl. Normal grades, all comments in her yearbook generic like “good luck” “rock on” with a few quotes from songs, all heavy rock and metal. (At least she had a good taste in music) 

There was one thing though, it looked like in her early years she had dark brown hair and eyes which slowly through her teens faded into the white hair and bright blue that she had now. Probably had something to do with her mutation. 

This also confirmed she was one of the four mutants.

Which was almost impossible to believe considering how generic and bland this girl’s life seemed.

It was a puzzle. 

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Their eyes met in that awkward “so should we act like we know each other or not’ look. In the light of day and (in the loosest term possible) rest, the silver-haired boy wasn’t bad looking. Large brown eyes and that laid back “whatever” attitude that Gemma had always fallen for in high school. 

But she wasn’t in high school anymore and he was just some weird guy on the bus.

Deciding to not engage she flashed him a half-smile before taking a seat in the middle of the bus. Ok, maybe she shouldn’t have smiled. But it was that christen upbringing engaged in her. 

Be kind to others.

Or some bullshit like that. 

“You forgot your headphones yesterday.” 

Gemma basically jumped out of her skin when the boy appeared out of nowhere now sitting next to her in the empty seat. Holding out small headphones in one hand for her to take. 

“I…” she checked behind her to confirm that the seat he had been in was empty, it was. “I didn’t forget them,” she said, turning her attention back to him. He smelled good, was that bad for her to think? But he did so maybe it was just more of a fact. Kind of like fun. He smelled like fun. Which shouldn’t have a smell… but if it did it would be how this boy smelled. 

He was still sitting there holding out the headphones for her, a look of confusion on his face. 

“I gave them to you.” she clarified, “So you could listen to some better music than Pink Floyd.” 

“Outch, what do you have against Floyd?”

She chuckled, shrugging, “Honestly I don’t, I just felt like razzing you.” 

The boy shrugged fighting back a smile, (was it ok to like this girl if she was a bad guy?) “Fair.”

Both of them sat in an awkward silence for a while. 

“Well this is my stop” the boy said as the bus slowed.

“Cool, bye” 

And like that he was gone. 

Weirdo.

Cute, but still a weirdo.

Not that she was really one to talk. She was VERY far from being normal. 

Turing up her music she leaned back in her chair letting it play as she held the cassette player in her lap trying to make sure she didn’t touch it with her hands. Sometimes her powers would drain electronics when she wasn’t paying attention, especially when she was tired. 

Tired. 

Why was she always so tired? 

Music playing through her head and thoughts of a silver-haired boy played around in her mind as the world rushed past her.

And that was the last thing she remembered. 

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omg great question! to be honest, i don't think i have an all-time favorite ship that dethrones all of the rest. however, at the moment my favorite is a tie between jaegor + vivienne and torvi + aemond. both are hotd ships that own my heart.

oof, great question! seeing as i currently have six hotd ocs (and counting), i am going to focus this question on my main three ocs for this fandom.

jaehra targaryen : she was coddled and spoiled by most of her family. jaehra, in spite of her impulsive nature, was always the apple of everyone's eye. in particular, it is said that she was the favorite child of her father, baelon, simply due to his yearning for a daughter. seeing as her mother died shortly when she was still just a babe, she didn't have much of a relationship with her.

when their father passed, viserys took over in being her father figure of sorts. jaehra could do no wrong in his eyes for the most part. that is, until she became old enough to be used in his political favor via marriage. this is when for the first time in her life he disregards her wishes in favor of his own. their relationship is somewhat strained as a result, pushing her closer to daemon and jaegor.

it is safe to say that daemon has always been her favorite sibling, seeing as he is the only one who never faltered in putting her happiness above power and all else. apart from having very similar personalities, the two also begrudgingly relate to having been married off by viserys on more than one occasion for political gain. the two comprehend each other like no one else. they are also extremely protective of one another to the point of committing murder and treason for one another.

seraena storm : seraena had an estranged relationship with most of her family throughout her life. her mother died shortly after her birth, and while she was raised in the red keep along side princess rhaenyra, she was treated as nothing more than a ward for the most part, having been made clear that she was not a true member of the family. the only one who didn't treat her differently and made her feel like she belonged from the very beginning was rhaenyra herself, who treated her like her own sister.

apart from her, i would say she had the closest relationship with her alleged father, prince daemon. even so, he didn't really treat her like much of a daughter but more so the way he did his niece when she was younger. some even mistook his "favoritism" with her as attraction in some instances until she become more popularly theorized as his daughter. in spite of him never being much of a real father to her, seraena remains extremely loyal to him and “the half year queen.” the two only really clashed when it came to mysaria...

Oooh great question! While each of her marriages were set up for political/strategic reasons, the dynamic varied from relationship to relationship. So, here is a little run down...

(1) Larris Lannister: Both he and Jaehra were teenagers when they were wed. They had little knowledge of each other prior to being married. Nevertheless, they soon found themselves to be a match made in hell heaven. Larris was as bold as a lion and Jaehra was as fierce as a dragon. Hence, their personalities played off of each other’s well. Unfortunately, their whirlwind love story was short lived as Larris abruptly died after a harsh fall during a tourney, leaving Jaehra inconsolable. Their marriage lasted about ten months. It is believed that Larris is the only husband she ever really loved.

( dynamic inspiration: lorenzo & clarice from medici )

(2) Balaegar Velaryon: By the time Jaehra was paired with Balaegar, she was still grieving her first husband and fiercely apposed the match. Apart from her not being ready to move on, the two just had no chemistry. Balaegar was a tough and gruff sailor, whereas Jaehra was a posh princess. Plus, he was roughly eleven years her senior. Regardless, the two were abruptly wed. It is safe to say that their marriage was rather uneventful, seeing as the two often avoided each other. Some even say that the two disliked each other so much that they never consummated their marriage. Their union came to an end when Balaegar perished in a shipwreck.

( dynamic inspiration: anna of cleves & king henry from the tudors )

(3) Arvin Arryn: Albeit the most politically driven match, Arvin himself proposed the idea of taking Jaehra’s hand in order to earn himself a place in the king’s court. He was a power hungry man who wanted nothing more than to make himself indispensable by mixing into the Targaryen bloodline via Jaehra. However, by this point Jaehra had no interest in bearing any children. Arvin believed that he could somehow tame the unhinged princess, and get her to become the dutiful wife he so craved. When that didn’t happen and Jaehra failed to provide him with any children, he began to terrorize Jaehra. On one occasion he lost his temper and struck her harshly. In return, she rightfully made a scene of yelling and throwing things in their chamber, drawing the attention of her brother, Daemon. Upon, discovering the scene, the prince lost his temper and ultimately bludgeoned Arvin to death. The murder was covered up as a retaliation for acts of treason by Viserys to protect Daemon and Jaehra’s images.

( dynamic inspiration: claude & duke boniel from reign )

(4) Jackar Dayne: After being widowed three times, Jaehra began to build up quite the reputation. Not only for her failed marriages, but also for her many escapades following them. The Dornish Lord Jackar Dayne was one of them. The two first became intertwined when the man paid a political visit to the crownlands for a meeting with King Viserys. The princess instantly caught his eye. Jaehra was equally intrigued and the rest, as they say is history. While it was a primarily lust filled relationship, Viserys was advised to offer Jackar his sister’s hand in a bid to help her reputation. The Dornish Lord eagerly accepted, ultimately getting Jaehra on board as well. Not long after, ill rumors about Jackar’s exploits back home began to spiral in court. While Jaehra was unbothered by them, the king’s court was far from pleased. It did not help that Jackar and Jaehra allegedly encouraged said rumors for their own entertainment. The couple ultimately relocated to Dorne for quite some time to let the static die down. Jaehra was finally able to start anew in an environment where she was more accepted for who she was. This marriage too came to a tragic end when Jackar was mysteriously poisoned. Upon his death, Jaehra was sent to Dragonstone.

(5) Rewan Royce: The cousin of her brother’s wife, Rhea Royce, the young Rewan was offered Jaehra’s hand in marriage in an act of damage control. This stood both for Daemon’s failure in his marriage, as well as Jaehra’s deteriorating image. Four years her junior, Rewan was a sickly man with boyish looks. He failed time and time again to secure a match due to his poor health, and yet somehow managed to get a Targaryen bride. The two were wed before having even met, and Jaehra was rushed to Runestone right after. While bedridden throughout most of their marriage, Rewan managed to make a friend out of Jaehra. Their relationship was never romantic. Instead, they were more like partners and confidants. All Rewan really hoped for was proper company, to which Jaehra obliged in return for her freedom. Their marriage ended at around the same time Daemon and Rhea’s did, as Rewan succumbed to his illness roughly a month after Rhea died.

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AAh ok ok sooo... Villains of Algernon Academy is an original story idea that I have been sitting on for years but never really got around to doing much for. I recently came across my Pinterest board for it recently and well, here we are lol.

It is basically about an elite boarding school with a cursed history. Only the wealthiest and most esteemed youngsters have ever step foot at Algernon Academy. Many know of the school for being the ideal spot for creating future leaders, while others know of it for its scandals. It is said that money can buy you out of anything, and it has done exactly that for many of its alumni. The story begins with the body of the school's most popular student, Giles Vass, being found on campus. Near the scene, his longtime rival, Stirling Young, is found unconscious and lightly injured. From what can be read by the scene, it is assumed that the two were embroiled in a fight that ultimately lead to a drunken Stirling taking Giles' life. Thing is, Stirling has an alibi. The rest of the story follows his closest classmates' reactions to his death as well as the roles they might have ultimately played in his death (as well as what they might have to gain from it). Overall, the story is kind of a take on how those will money, power, and influence, play by different rules in life with a dark academia spin.

Babetta “Babbs” Alcântara

✗ She is the third born of five siblings (aka the middle child syndrome is strong with this one). 

✗ Her parents migrated to England from Lisbon right before she was born in search of a fresh start. Babbs sees her self as a Brit through and through in spite of her heritage because of the fact she was born and raised right outside of London. 

✗ Call her “Babbs.” Nothing less and nothing more.

✗ She is fluent in both English and Portuguese. 

✗ Growing up, she never really felt like she fit into her family. Her siblings all had big aspirations from the beginning, where as Babbs always lived her life day by day.

✗ This feeling only heightened as she reached adulthood, resulting in Babbs moving out into the city and cutting contact with most of her family. 

✗ Babbs worked a variety of jobs to make ends meet, ranging from babysitting to window cleaning. 

✗ Two years prior to the start of her tale, she began a steady job as a barista at a local dive. The elderly owner quickly became fond of the robust young woman. So much, that she passed the business down to her when she passed.