Since I unfortunately cannot sleep, I made a server for my moots and followers, to give monsters fic updates and just to get to know each other and other things. When I'm less sleep deprived I'll share a link. I need 5 or less mods, the mod roles are open (your age must be in your bio) so just drop a dm.
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Chapter 11 on AO3
“Slower, girl. Slower! By all that is holy – do they not read books in Kerak?”
Sibylla lay sprawled on her bed, half-buried under a heap of tasselled cushions and silks. She had been complaining of a headache all day, but when she heard Isolt and Fenie approach, she feebly lifted her head, keeping a hand pressed to her brow to prevent her cold compress from slipping. “Ah,” she said, sinking back into the mattress. “There you are. I need some refreshment to combat all the words that child is butchering.”
Seeing Isabella cringe in her high-backed chair, Isolt very nearly cringed along with her. Her own truce with the queen still stood on shaky legs, too new to carry much weight, and Isolt was still frighteningly aware that Sibylla was watching her every move.
She had, after all, admitted to it herself.
“I saw you, you know,” Sibylla had mentioned casually one evening out in the gardens, mere days ago. Hitching up her skirts with one hand, she had sat beside Isolt on the rim of the trickling fountain, close enough that their knees touched. “You and my esteemed cousin, at my lord husband’s tourney. You seemed rather … familiar with one another, non?”
It had taken Isolt her all not to drop the embroidery she’d been working on into the water. Yet something in her face must have betrayed her, for Sibylla had smiled at her, with the deceptive mildness of a cat that has placed its soft paw on the mouse’s tail. “Oh, don’t look so caught out! Thought you were being discreet, poor gosling, did you?”
Isolt felt as though a rug had been pulled from under her feet. “My lady,” she stammered, curling her fingers round the cool stone of the fountain’s ledge. “Madam, I hardly –”
She and Lord Tiberias? In some small corner of her mind, of course, she had expected that such an accusation might be levelled at the two of them eventually. After all, they saw each other often; and though they took some precautions with choosing the time and place for their meetings, none of it was clandestine, exactly. Why, Tiberias was a married man! And he did not strike her as being of the unfaithful sort of husbands that prowled about court, chasing after every skirt. Besides, he was so much older than her. And even if – if one of them were to even consider – surely, then, he’d prefer someone else. Some older lady, perhaps, whom he’d known for years; a grave and much more worldly-wise person than her, who’d whisper daring, heated words into his ear at night, but would dress again at the crack of dawn and return to her husband’s quarters with scarcely a perfunctory peck on her lover’s cheek. Or perhaps -
Isolt had reined in her shameful fancies with some effort before they galloped away with her entirely. But when she had looked up again, her cheeks were burning, and she’d known Sibylla had her precisely where she’d wanted her.
“I must admit,” Sibylla had said, idly trailing a hand through the leaf-strewn water, “it quite surprised me the old fox still shows interest in you. Be warned – he has a habit of dropping people once they have served their purpose in his schemes. And I cannot for the life of me see what advantage an insignificant thing like you might win him, at present. Not with my husband, that’s for certain, what with your connection to William Marshal! If it were influence he wanted, my lord Tiberias had better seduce Reynald’s horse than bother with the likes of you.” A pensive expression crossed her features; she gave a shrug. “Well, I suppose his years are beginning to mellow him. You have some little charm, I grant, when you choose to put some effort into it …”
Perhaps it was the veiled jab at her pride that made Isolt find her voice. “Nothing untoward has passed between the count and I, Your Grace,” she said, hoarse but firm. “I assure you.”
Sibylla had laughed at that, somewhat shrilly, as if she found Isolt’s desperation both familiar and hideously entertaining. “No assurances needed, ma chère. I heard of those poor young fellows you recently jilted so recklessly. That fierce little German – and one of Scandalion’s scions, was it?” Her gaze grew sharp. “Just out of curiosity, was my cousin the one who convinced you to set your sights a little higher?”
Set my sights a little higher? Isolt had almost recoiled. She knew everything was a game of ambition in this place, all the perilous climbs and descents from the cradle to the grave, but she had ill considered how her own actions would be read. She believes she deserves better, the silly chit. That was what Severijn had said about her decision, quite deliberately within hearing range, and she’d seen him preen when his friends had jeered. And yet, deep down, wasn’t that exactly what she believed? That she deserved a life without the constant jingling of fear at the back of her skull, beside someone who didn’t trample on her views, her trust? Someone to whom she was more than a mere connection made with some other man, some prize to be won?
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Made fan designs for older versions of 777's kids and an OC to be their adoptive parent
The pink Vortian design is stolen from @verm1c1de, as well as many other headcanons lol
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Prisoner 777 (win gurt) was a very very prolific Vortian scientist working with the Irkens before the Irken's betrayal enslaving or imprisoning all the Vortians.
His spouse (pin ket) and him had 3 babies, who because they were babies instead of being enslaved were put in stasis tubes for until they decided they needed more Vortian slaves later. 777 got sent to high security prison because He Knows Too Much.
Zim was doing Something in the more populated areas of space. His ship was breaking down so he hijacked another one that happened to have been transporting 777's kids for slave trade. He was busy doing his Zim-Mission and took them back to Earth for a day while he finished his project (they did get to briefly call 777, yippee) before dropping them off to their adoptive parent.
Vortians have very good memories so while the babies have not seen their parents since they were. babies. They do remember them. 777 is in prison, the kids are with the adoptive parent, and the werabouts of their other parent is unknown.
the adoptive parent is uhhh
named xenon
alien species is "vantyth"
bad shortening of "Vantablack" and "Myth".
They are magic and live in a separate dimension
They can stay in this dimension however it takes a very long time for their bodies to form. they usually wear cloaks.
They are always vatablack/their bodies do not capture light and have glowing blue eyes
all vantyths use she/her
vantyths get more physical the longer they stay in our dimension. She is very stable.
Their designs are customizable somewhat, but all black and blue. She has horns like vortians
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ooc.
Here's my shipping list 👀
Penguin x Joker (Birdjokes ??)
Batjokes
Riddlejokes
dark, toxic, angsty ships that make me ajvsevjwhk
Considering Joker's… uh, nature, I'm a bit selective with ships. Just so you know, most – if not all – ships won't be romantic and lovey-dovey. Duh. They're more inclined toward the toxic and potentially abusive territory.
Joker's interest usually comes not from a place of affection, but obsession. Or he might just exploit your character for his own gains and be a gaslighting, manipulative, mean ASS.
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