#sidna

Did i went to Zora first to see Sidon only to find out he's engaged...

but then i find Yona cute and if possible im down for both

heres some older art of heather and sidna !!! they r my ocs and i love them

[Image Description: two drawings of heather and sidna. the first drawing is a sketch of the two of them standing next to each other. sidna is a tall chubby Black woman with poofy natural hair and a wide smile. she’s wearing a tshirt that says “you’ve cat to be kitten me right mow” with an arrow pointing at it that says “heather’s shirt”. heather is a short thing white woman with unevenly chopped light hair and rectangular glasses. she’s wearing a hamilton tshirt. she has a scar over half her face and only one arm.

Commission: Jackolin and Sidna

Shaded sketch commission for Arsith8!

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Nick Amaro: Nick doesn’t watch scary movies, and it’s not that he doesn’t like them, he’s just used to his job being it’s own scary movie. He’d rather curl up on the couch with you and watch sports or a comedy. He needs something light-hearted to properly calm him down after a long day. If you don’t like scary movies it works in your favor, but if you, there’s nothing a little bat of the eyelashes can’t solve.

Rafael Barba: Rafael not only loves watching scary movies, but he loves watching foreign films. Due to him being fluent in both English and Spanish, he gets the best of both worlds when it comes to movie selections. Although, due to his long days at work, you’ll look over to find him sleeping halfway through the movie. You’d just smile and pull a blanket over the both of you, enjoying the time you have together. 

Sonny Carisi: Sonny’s big and macho when he watches scary movies and keeps an arm around you at all times. He’s your protector against all things scary, spooky, and ghoulish. He constantly reassures you, ‘it’s okay, it’s just a movie, it’s pretend, ghosts aren’t real, etc.’ and then to put the cherry on top, he practically jumps out of his skin and hides behind you any time the scary music starts. When the movie was finally over he’d start walking towards the bedroom. “Doll, you comin’?” “Yeah, just give me a second.” “Okay, I’ll just wait for ‘ya then cause it’s kinda dark...”

Mike Dodds: Mike puts off a tough guy vibe, but scary movies terrify him. He gets spooked easily and the next day after a particularly scary movie, he’ll leave a trail of lights wherever he goes. You tease him for it, but it’s all in good fun. In fact, it’s actually kind of adorable to know that a man with so many muscles can get so flustered over a ghost movie.

“I’m not angry.”

Prefect Bascus doesn’t sound mad. She never does--only annoyed. Inconvenienced. When Taryn says nothing, Bascus just sighs.

The prefect pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose. “Taryn.”

Taryn, still, says nothing; her eyes trained are downwards, her face is obscured by a mop of pale blonde hair.

“Look at me, for Scions’ sake.”

Slowly, Taryn looks up, fixing her bright magenta eyes on Prefect Bascus.

Linsia Bascus is a highborn woman in her forties who dresses as if she were half her age--and who always wears the same nauseatingly strong perfume, which Taryn is convinced is supposed to be toxic.

Right now, Bascus looks tired. No, disinterested. This is an inconvenience to the prefect--she’d definitely rather be doing something else than disciplining yet another esper brat for acting out. Taryn waits in silence for Bascus to speak again.

“ ... why did you do it, Taryn? I only want to know why. That’s all. Really, I hate this stupid ‘silent game’ you always play,” Prefect Bascus sighs again, tapping her pointy nails on the cold marble of her desk. Taryn loathes the sound.

“I already told you,” Taryn says, in a small voice. She inhales, making an effort to speak louder, more forcefully. “Six times. It’s because Aydin deserves it!”

“Aydin Tartaros. The seventh-year boy--he isn’t even in your class, Taryn, why did you bloody his nose?” Bascus frowns. Still tapping. It’s incessant. She does it on purpose.

“He’s been making me sick! He does something to my food!” Now Taryn raises her voice, putting as much indignant nine-year-old energy as she can into her words. “Whenever we take meals mine always makes me sick and nobody else’s makes them sick!”

Prefect Bascus groans. “Really, Taryn? How many times have you tried to push this nonsense? Even if the young lordling Tartaros would do such a thing, there is no way he possibly could.” The shrewish prefect pinches the bridge of her nose. “If you keep doing this then I’m going to have to explain to his House who keeps hurting their precious heir--”

“I’m not lying! I know he’s doing it!”

“Have you seen him tampering with your food, Taryn?”

The girl stops. Bascus watches her, exasperated.

Taryn sullenly shakes her head ‘no’.

“Then I’m afraid I can’t do anything for you,” Bascus drawls, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “Stop trying to get that boy in trouble, Taryn. You make so much work for me, and it isn’t my fault you ended up here.” Taryn winces, but says nothing else. The prefect looks at her indifferently. “Okay, Taryn?”

“ ... could you please just tell somebody for me?”

There’s a long pause, and a longer sigh, but Bascus nods. “Fine. I’ll try alerting the board, If it will keep you out of my office for the next week.”

“It will. I promise.”

The students of Meditora sleep in dormitories on the far west side of the academy grounds, right next to the taiga. They are separated by year. Taryn’s room is among the third-years.

Two days following her last visit to the Prefect’s office, Taryn lies in bed in the middle of the night, caught in that liminal space between ‘not quite awake’ and ‘not quite asleep’.

She has almost managed to completely drift off when something seizes her by the arm, and pulls her harshly from her bed.

Taryn lets out a sharp cry which is cut off by a hand wrapped around her mouth, and as she tries to wrest free she is inexplicably constricted with invisible force. Immediately Taryn knows this must be Cevia and if it’s Cevia then that means Aydin must have told Cevia to come after her--

The girl’s thoughts are cut off by being dropped to the floor and then dragged by this telekinetic chain holding her captive. Cevia Vaelar, a fifth-year and one of Aydin’s lackeys, has Taryn effectively bound and gagged--she can’t say anything because air just won’t go into her lungs and she can’t even turn her head to see where she’s being taken--

Cold, hard tile turns into cold, hard ground as Taryn feels herself hit snow. They have left the dormitory building. Cevia is taking her into the woods. If she could just move, breathe, anything--

Then the invisible chains release her and Taryn tumbles across the freezing ground, coughing and gasping. The girl starts to shakily get to her feet, only now able to look around and get a look at her assailant.

Cevia--a girl no older than twelve, long dark hair, chilly eyes--steps back, raising her gloved hands as if she is about to flatten Taryn into the snow again.

“Let her stand,” a boy interjects. Aydin Tartaros steps into view from behind an ice-cloaked tree; with him is another fifth-year--Vexus. The entire trio is here. Taryn can feel herself shivering, and not from the cold. She loathes it--loathes how they know she’s afraid.

She stands up, staring at the other children, too frightened to move or speak.

Aydin folds his arms, making himself look about as imperious as a thirteen-year-old can look. “You really went to the prefect, Teventi? She doesn’t even like you. She’s sick of you. You make everyone sick of you. It’s only fair you should get sick sometimes, too.”

That gets her. Taryn finally speaks, and her voice cracks as she tries to sound strong: “I knew it, I knew you’ve been doing it, you--”

She’s cut off by an unseen battering ram, sending her stringy self hurtling backwards. Taryn catches just a glimpse of Cevia’s hands lighting up with flame before she hits the snow again, and she scrambles to get up, turn around, and run away.

As soon as Taryn takes a step in the opposite direction, she is dragged by her foot back towards the other students, scrabbling pitifully at the snow as she goes. Her heart is racing. If only someone saw, or heard, if only anyone--

Just as she feels the heat, just as the invisible bonds pin her to the snow again--

There is a yell of shock followed by panicked wailing.

The telekinetic chains disappear and there is no one looming over her. Taryn rolls over, unsteadily getting to her feet, to behold the scene.

A ghastly, vaguely-lupine creature has Aydin Tartaros pinned, viciously tearing at the boy’s chest with ethereal teeth while he cries out.

As soon as Taryn realizes what she’s done, the creature freezes, and Aydin lies there, not moving. The snow is spattered with red.

Cevia and Vexus both stare for a few moments before they turn and run.

Taryn is left alone in the woods with the spectre, sinking slowly to her knees, shaking like a leaf.

The girl’s creature pads over to her, pushing its snout into her hair.

"Look at me.”

Taryn does not look at Bascus.

The prefect may well be staring holes into her head.

“What do you have to say?”

Taryn remains silent for a minute or so. Finally, she speaks, her voice a croak. “... did I kill him?”

Bascus frowns. “No.” She pushes her glasses up her nose. “Were you hoping that you had?”

The girl shakes her head.

“ .... well,” Bascus sighs, “I can tell Lord and Lady Tartaros that, but I do not believe they will be any less angry.” The woman falls silent again.

“I thought they were going to kill me.”

“Perhaps, but there’s barely a scratch on you and yet Aydin is hospitalized.”

“ ... I know ...”

The prefect studies Taryn for a few moments, then shakes her head. “... perhaps he did deserve it. But, Scions’ sake, girl... if you are going to get even, then be more subtle about it.”

Taryn stares downwards.

Nick Amaro: “How did I get so lucky?” When you met Nick, you knew he was a single father and that didn’t change anything. When you two found out about Gilberto, you still stuck with him. You loved him no matter what and you intended to keep it that way for as long as he’d allow. So one night, when it seems a little too much for him to handle, you stick by his side to assure him that everything is alright. 

Rafael Barba: “I’m sorry.” Rafael’s job was tough to say the least. It included difficult decisions, harsh realities, and long hours. The dinners you made were often cold before he got the chance to eat them. You’d grown used to falling asleep or waking up without him due to his extended hours, but you didn’t mind as much you thought you would. Rafael loved his job, but he constantly assured you that he loved you more. 

Sonny Carisi: “I’ve been think about, y’know, taking the next step.” Sonny is always thinking one step ahead, which only makes sense, that’s his job. But, when it comes to you, he constantly finds himself day dreaming about your future. Saying your first ‘I love you’s,’ moving in together, getting engaged, having babies. He wanted it all with you and he wasn’t afraid to let you know it. 

Mike Dodds: “Why can’t I ever be good enough?” Everything Mike does is critiqued in some way or another. Although his father always has some type of recommendation, Mike finds himself to be his own worst critic. When he misses a piece of evidence that caused the suspect to slip away, when he finds out that the one person he tried to save didn’t make it, when he finds out that he can’t cook to save his life. Mike holds everything in, until one night he burns the ever living hell out of a frozen pizza, and he finally loses it. You simply wrap him up in a hug and offer to order a pizza, because let’s face it, frozen is never as good as the real thing.

Prompt Request #38  “Do you realize what time it is?”

Reader x Nick Amaro

Warnings: Pregnancy

A/N: ugh.. whatta babe. 

You leaned over in bed, taking note of Nick’s lightly fluttering eyes. He’d been sound asleep for a good while now, as were you, before your baby decided to run a marathon inside of your womb. Since then you’d been sitting in your bed, reading your “pregnancy bible” a.k.a. What to Expect When You’re Expecting. 

You flipped to the next page of the book, soon noticing an overwhelming sense that both you and the baby needed something sweet. You looked over once again, noting how peacefully Nick slept. There was no way you could wake him with a clean conscience, so you rolled out of your bed as softly as possible and tiptoed toward the kitchen.

Whipped cream? Ice cream? Chocolate? All of the above? Your mind wracked through the possibilities trying to decide what would satisfy your cravings. You rubbed your protruding belly as you looked through the freezer, only to find there was no ice cream. You opened the other door of the fridge, no whipped cream. ‘That’s fine,’ you thought to yourself, remembering that you’d bought a large chocolate bar only a couple days ago... except you ate that too.

“What are we gonna do, baby boy?” You whispered to your bump.

You opened the cabinet and there it was, in the far back corner, a bag of granulated sugar. You stood on your tip toes to reach for the bag and placed it on the counter top, staring down in disgust. You hadn’t eaten plain sugar since childhood, but there it was, the only sweet thing in the kitchen. You held the spoon in your hand as you contemplated actually eating the plain granulated sugar, but the cravings were too strong. 

You opened the bag, took a big scoop and placed it in your mouth, and immediately letting out a sigh of relief as the sweetness of the sugar began to mute out your cravings. It wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be, in fact, it was a lot better than you thought it would be. The sound of footsteps behind you almost made you jump out of your skin and you turned around to see Nick walking towards you, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. 

“Do you realize what time it is,” he groaned and focused his eyes on you. “(Y/N), what are you eating?” 

“Nothing,” you whispered. Already accepting the fact that he knew exactly what you’d just indulged in. Nick looked back wide-eyed seeing the spoon in your hand. “I can’t help it! I had a craving and it’s all we had!” 

He shook his as he walked towards you. “Mmm, you taste sweet,” he laughed after giving you a kiss. “Why didn’t you wake me? I could’ve gotten you some real food.” 

“You just looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to wake you.” 

“I have to be up in a couple hours anyway, I’ll just drink an extra redbull later.” He took the spoon from your hand and placed it in the sink before reaching for his keys on the counter. 

“What are you doing?” You asked as he began slipping his shoes on, where did he plan on going at 4:30 in the morning?

“Come Willy Wonka, we’re gonna go get some chocolate.”