Full Range of Emotion
[ID: Chibis of all members of SpectrumAU. Row 1: Passion, Happiness, Fear, Sadness. Row 2: Logic, Love, Memory, and Kiwi. End ID]
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Opposite personality
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Warning(s)/info: Satoshi, Irina, and Kishin are @shycroissanti’s ocs, Milo, Michio, Tatsuo and Yuina are mine:>
Tagging: @shycroissanti :>
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Milo loudly opens the door to Irina’s house, making Kishin and Yuina, who are doing crafts on the couch, flinch.
Milo has a wide grin. “Hey everybody!! How are y’all?!” She asks loudly, laughing loudly.
“M-Milo?” Kishin is so confused.
Milo laughs while running to hug Kishin and Yuina
Satoshi was there too, visiting Irina, Kishin, and Yuina. He walks into the living room from the kitchen with a cup of tea in his hand to see what all the noise was about.
“Milo? What happened?” He asks, confusedly.
Milo laughs and runs to hug Satoshi excitedly. “Shishi!!” She exclaims excitedly.
Satoshi hugs her back, but is confused nonetheless.
Irina comes inside with Michio, they had been training together, along with Tatsuo.
Tatsuo looks confused but blushes at how excited and happy Milo is.
Milo excitedly hugs Michio, Tatsuo, and Irina.
Irina laughs excitedly as she bear hugs Milo.
Everyone is very confused, this Milo will definitely take some getting used to.
~the end~
Saying that writing Milo like this was hard is an understatement-
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oc-tober day 4: redesign
i don't remember the last time i drew my nerevarine, but here he is. details under the cut.
[i have commissions open now!]
Arsyn Indarys
he/him, bi/demi, sign of the Atronach
6'2" or 188 cm
46 y.o. (at start of Morrowind); 254 y.o. (at start of Dragonborn)
easygoing and friendly, prefers talking to fighting
adoptive parents were merchants; he learned to swordfight while traveling with caravans across Cyrodiil, High Rock, and Hammerfell
had not been to Morrowind before the events of the game; does not leave often afterward
joins House Redoran and refuses to work with the Blades
supportive of both the Dissident Priests and Ashlanders, and pushes for more House/Ashlander cooperation
eventually enters a romantic relationship with librarian Mehra Milo
In my canon he doesn't leave Morrowind after the events in-game, and helps lead the dunmer from Vvardenfell after the events of the Red Year. He's also present for the events of Dragonborn and helps dovahkiin Kyrena with both her prosthetic arm and the events taking place on Solstheim.
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If I can ask, how or when did Milo and Coren first meet?
took me foreverrr to get around to this one bc i knew it deserved a full story. The Origins....
cws: actually nothing! aside from background flavor of capitalist despair. but other than that everything is totally normal and fine and none of it is going to be used for ironic echoes later ^-^
"Hey!"
"Gah!" Milo jumps backwards, hands automatically flying up in front of them. "What the- don't scare people like that! Where'd you even come from?"
"Sorry," says their classmate— Coren? Yes, they think Coren is the name —with a mischievous, not-sorry-in-the-slightest grin. "I liked your comment in class today, y'know."
"...Which one?" Milo can't help but ask.
"The one about the history of weekends. The teacher didn't like that very much."
Milo chuckles awkwardly. "She, um, she sure didn't." Hopefully their good grades will make up for it.
"Exactly," Coren says.
Milo has no idea what to say to that, so they just start walking again. Coren falls into step next to them, easy as breathing, and after a minute or two Milo decides it's going to get really weird if they don't say something soon.
"So, uh, where d'you want to work when you grow up?"
Coren pauses their steps and glances around mysteriously before waving Milo forward. Milo feels a bit silly—they're 15, they're too old to be doing this, surely—but they indulge Coren and lean forward.
"Nowhere," Coren whispers.
Milo blinks and tries to laugh, but falters. "You- I mean, you're joking, right? That's not even...but what would you do?"
Coren hums. "Maybe play guitar. Or drums. Or sing! Or paint. Or..."
"But you can't, you know," Milo says, slightly desperately, needing to cut this off before they start wanting the life Coren describes. "You just– it just doesn't work like that."
Coren grins. "It will if I have anything to say about it."
And the terrifying thing—the wonderful thing, the thing that makes Milo decide in that moment to stay with Coren as long as they can—is that, just then, Milo really believes them.
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