#Raloris x Celtic
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(s): Raloris (@feelin-lo ), Celtic (My OC)
𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: When Raloris experiences one of his many mood swings causing him to feel as if he's worthless, Celtic arrives. Misunderstanding ensues and words were exchanged.
𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Who doesn't love some misconception/miscommunication troupe!! >:]] It's been awhile since I last wrote a story so this might not be very good,,,! Also, I still haven't found a beta reader so this is not proof-read, so,,do expect to see some grammatical errors here and there!
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Angst no comfort, nothing much to be put here tbh
𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: Meaningless words
Wrong.
It felt wrong.
He felt wrong. Raloris couldn't take it, the scene before him didn't feel..right. He shook his head slightly, brows furrowing as he clenched his teeth, trying so hard to concentrate at what could possibly be eating away at him right now.
Right now. When the team had came out victorious in a battle. Why did it have to be now. Why is he suddenly feeling this bubbling sense of disgust and hatred towards himself?
...No. He shouldn't be happy for the victory. He didn't do anything to be happy for. Zane got injured. Vince almost lost a life. Celtic..
Oh. Raloris swallowed the bile that threatened to rise up as he realized he had only been staring at his leader. His leader that was holding his bloodied and injured arm while having a pained but satisfied expression.
Raloris' eyes trailed downwards, into his palms that were stained with blood. His or some goblins, he wasn't sure anymore. His vision doubled and he swallowed dryly, the feeling of needles being stabbed down his throat at the action. He let out a staggered breath. Damn it.. His hands tightened into fists.
I didn't do shit. Why the hell was I so happy for?
Closing his eyes, Raloris turned on his heel, walking away from the group, and made his way back to their hideout. Hearing the cheers getting further and further away as he took every step, allowing the negative thoughts of worthlessness starts to eat at his mind, consuming his thoughts and soul.
....
A gentle yet firm knock reached Raloris' pointed ears, causing him to peer upwards at his door. He pursed his lips, not wanting to be teased by Sylvester nor Zane right now.
Another knock came, accompanied by a quiet and flat voice; "Raloris? Are you in there?". Raloris could've sworn he felt his entire body turn to ice with how his heart literally stopped beating and he couldn't move an inch at the sound of Celtic's voice.
Why is he here? Why now? Usually Raloris wouldn't mind being in the presence of Celtic. More often than not, he would've actually appreciated Celtic's accompany! But now? Now couldn't be any worse!
Raloris kept silent, hoping with all his heart that Celtic would just give up and leave him. He stared at the door with a bated breath, "..Apologies. But I'm coming in." And, of course, hoping that would be useless since Celtic was as stubborn as a mule.
Celtic's eyes darted from the interior of room --taking note of the lack of lighting--, and almost instantly, his eyes landed on the elf, sitting there on his bed. Raloris bit his quivering lips, averting eye contact from his leader and choosing to stare at the wooden floorboard instead, his mind running at a high speed at the suffocating silence and intense stare of Celtic.
"What h-" Celtic started but caught himself. It was as if the gears in his head were moving slowly and trying to piece together the perfect response.
He decided to close the door behind him first before making his way beside Raloris. Celtic parted his lips, taking his time to think over his words as he glanced at Raloris' trembling hands and the soft hiccups coming from him. Celtic spots the reflection of tears shining from the corner of Raloris' eyes and the stains of the salty liquid that trails down his cheeks and hangs onto his chin.
"..Are..Are you okay?"
Raloris didn't know why but he suddenly felt..angry. Frustrated. Irritated. That damn voice.
Why..why would Celtic ask that if he didn't care in the first place. Raloris hated it. He hated how Celtic always sounded monotonous, like he couldn't give two shits about his feelings or anyone's for that matter!
Raloris barked out a curt laugh, not bothering to look at the raven haired male. "You can be, oh so heartless sometimes, Celtic." Raloris darted his eyes up to meet Celtic's, hoping to see if he can spot the care and sympathy he was wishing to find. All that stared back at him was darkness, like the vast emptiness of the deep sea.
Raloris felt rage bubbling in his chest, "Your eyes can be so cruel." He seethed through gritted teeth and a slight glare. Celtic merely blinked, confusion evident on his face. "What are you talking about Raloris. Are you going through something? Should I leave you be for now?"
"There you go again! With that dead tone of yours. I truly wonder Celtic, do you really care?" Raloris stood up, glaring down at the leader who's still trying to understand the situation. "Do you even care about me? Am I even worthy to be on your team?? Why do you always speak as if you're forced to say those lines!" Raloris' voice cracks as he spoke, tears once again building up.
"If you don't care, I beg of you, don't bother spouting those nonsense. It was obvious that you don't mean it when you don't even bother putting in effort when you speak!!" Raloris choked out with great effort, he could feel his throat closing up, finding it difficult to breath.
Blurry and clouded vision stared into the same darkness that now were flooded with concern and shock.
The harsh breaths that leave the elf's parted lips filled the otherwise silent room.
"What..what are you talking about Raloris? I care. I care alot. I.." Celtic trailed off, closing his lips and swallowing, as if he was hesitant to say his next words. "..I care alot about you, Raloris. You mean..the world to me." He started again, gazing into Raloris' eyes, pleading that he can see his efforts.
"You don't SHOW that you do! You're just saying words and expect me to believe them when you look at me with those blank eyes!" Raloris yelled, the hot tears falling down his redden cheeks, frustration is evident in the way he flailed his clenched fists to show his emotions. His fist hitting his chest multiple times, before the frabic of his outfit is grasped tightly in his hold.
Celtic's heart tightened at the scene and he could've sworn he felt his heart shattered. He stood up abruptly---
"Raloris, I love you!"
Raloris' breath hitched, eyes widening as he stared at Celtic. Who, looked just as shocked as he is. Did..did he hear that right? What..did he just say?
As if he could hear his thoughts, Celtic spoke again softly, "I love you."
He continues, "And I need you like the moon needs the sun. You mean everything to me." A soft and gentle smile graces his features.
Raloris bit the inside of his cheek at his, once thought to be cold and emotionless leader, proclaiming and confessing his love right before him. He sighed, looking down before bringing his gaze to the raven haired male.
"I don't love you. I could NEVER love a heartless being like you." The words tumbled out of the mouth like running water before he could even stop them. He watched as Celtic winced slightly at the tone used but still, he maintained a poker face, aside from the slight crinkle of his brows.
Nothing but his heavy panting breaks the static of silence surrounding them. Raloris could feel the violent pounding of his heart in his ear. Was it the adrenaline? Fear? He wasn't sure, all he knew was that he can't think straight right now. He just feels so enraged and he's not even sure why anymore.
Celtic scoffed, glancing at the room before them before landing on Raloris again. His eyes always tend to do that, it always manages to find it's way back to Raloris, as if it's a compass that is destined to forever face one direction. His face was tense, lips pursed into a thin line, and his eyes..were empty.
"..Did you really have to be that honest?"
Raloris kept his mouth shut, closing his eyes and letting a sigh out. He opened them once again, choosing to look anywhere but at Celtic who was staring straight at him. After a moment of suffocating silence, Raloris picks up on the footsteps trailing off and the loud thud of the door being slammed shut. He finally picked up the courage to look up, realising that he's now standing alone in his room.
A haunting realisation daunted upon him as the entire situation replayed in his head at 2x speed. "Shit.." He muttered, hands coming up into his hair, clawing and grabbing at the strands as more curses string out of his lips. Why did he say that! Why did his emotions have to get the better of him at this moment?? Why did Celtic have to come when his emotions were..
Raloris let out a quivering breath, staring at the wooden floor, watching the droplets of tears hit the ground and form dark stains.
He needed rest.
Song on loop while writing this: Little Soldiers by The Crane Wives
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What do u think of the raloris x celtic fic that @feelin-lo and @aesopsbaby wrote since u are the person that created this ship
Anon what do you mean "what do I think about it"?? of course I love it!!! That's why I came up with it in the first place! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧ I knew they were perfect for each other!!! And I absolutely adore all of their interactions and stories!! 💕💕
(🫴｡・//w//・｡)🫴💕💕💖💖❤️❤️✨✨
#boiling potato#friend's oc#mutuals#ace 🖋️🎭#lo ✨#Raloris#celtic#ship#oc x oc#Raloris x Celtic#oc#not my ocs#ask#ask blog#my ask blog#oc ask blog#ask response#ask answered
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@aesopsbaby
Your little head cannon from anon, made me go feral. This is my retaliation. This is really rushed and is really bad so I'm sorry not sorry, this is motivation at its finest.
Blades clashed, blood was spilled, but whos?
A little backstory. Elves, high or not, work on a principal. If they stray too far from that principal then they change. That's what Orcs and Goblins are. A sub species of Elves that have "fallen from grace" per se.
And that day, Orcs ambushed the team, no one was injured, badly at least... but, for some reason, Raloris was silent for once. After they were all dead, he looked down at the bodies of orcs, silent, it was unsettling. None of them knew what was going on in Ralo's head, they never did, but Celtic, he had an idea. Celtic always knew. After that moment they had shared a few nights ago, that intoxicating passion under the glory of a meteor shower, Celtic could almost read Ralo's thoughts, just through how the man held himself.
He didn't even utter a word for hours, and it scared everyone, normally he was so loud and funny, even when he was low. They finally reached a familiar tavern, they went into their rooms and unpacked before coming downstairs again and sharing a round of drinks. Ralo sat alone, staring into the still full cup of Rum, hours after it was poured.
He was uneasy, and that made Celtic uneasy.
Suddenly, Raloris stood up and left, leaving his belongings but taking his weapons, and leaving the tavern. Celtic stood, walking to where Ralo sat and saw a sight he wasn't expecting, blood on the table and bits of cloth on the chair, that's when Celtic followed the High elf outside. He was shirtless, his shirt, cape and various dangling bits were all folded in a pile. He kept swinging at the training dummies with his polearm that were outside, he was muttering to himself and then shouting at himself, no one inside would hear him though, it's too loud.
"YOU WANNA END UP LIKE THEM?! WELL GUESS WHAT YOU USELESS SACK OF SHIT, YOU CANT. YOU ARENT EVEN WORTHY OF WHAT OUR ANCESTORS MADE OF US!" He yelled, cutting deeper into the dummy "NO WONDER FATHER HATED YOU SO MUCH! YOU CANT EVEN JUSTIFY IT." He kept going "THIS IS WHY NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOU!"
And with that, he decapitated the dummy, the stuffed head, hitting the floor. Raloris fell to his knees, sniffling, like he was crying. Since he wasn't moving anymore, Celtic got closer, able to get a better look of his teammates body, his arms and hands were decorated with bites while his torso was painted with seals and tomes.
A little Elven history lesson, like most creatures, Elves had a "Medieval" moment in their development. That was around 100 years ago, Raloris was about 21. It was right after his father died, since he was driven to madness, elves didn't know how to cure him. So they turned to their god for assistance. Painting Raloris with seals and tomes to seal the madness away.
"Raloris?" Celtic said, kneeling down and reaching a hand out, but stopping before his hand touched skin. "What?" Ralo sniffled, turning to meet Celtic's gaze "What's going on? You can talk to me you know." He said carefully.
"Do you know what Orcs are, Celtic?" Ralo asked, turning to meet him fully "Yeah, I'm aware, did it upset you when we killed them?" The leader asked but was met with a headshake "No. It just... It made me think." "That's dangerous"
"Why haven't I become a Half Orc yet? I'm so far from the ideals of my race. A disgrace to High elven kind. I'm not worthy, I'm not ANYTHING. IM NOT EVEN GIVEN THE FUCKING TIME OF DAY BY THEM!" he ranted, biting into his lip, with such a force that it drew blood, it dropped down his chin and down his chest with how deep it was.
"Elves are built upon Wisdom, correct? the quality of having experience, knowledge, and good judgement; the quality of being wise. You. Are wise. Despite being driven so badly into mental instability, you are still so so wise." Celtic said, taking a handkerchief from his pocket and cleaning the blood, feeling the soft skin of the High elf "You know what the highest form of Wisdom is?" Celtic asked the crying Raloris, who shook his head in response "Kindness. It's kindness"
Celtic stood, helping Ralo up and grabbing his clothes "Let's go inside, you need an early night it seems"
Once they were in Celtics room, Ralo was a little safer in mind, he felt warm, soft "I have a question Raloris" Celtic said, approaching the still shirtless elf "do you... think, about that night. Where we kissed... more than once?" He asked, looking deep into the emerald of Ralo's eyes "How could I not? I've nearly had a quarter of my life and that's only happened to me once and it was you. It's always been you." Ralo confessed, slipping his shirt back on.
"You were calm." Celtic commented, sitting down on the bed, tapping the sheets, indicating to the Elf to sit down. And he did, slowly setting himself down on the sheets, closing his eyes and sighing.
"You bite yourself a Lot, you know?" Celtic commented, sliding his hand up the forearm of the manic, lining every scar and indent. With his other hand, he went from Ralo's shoulder blades and slowly glided down, tracing his back untill he was at his waist, then lower back but never further. They agreed on that boundary ages ago. "Let's get some sleep ok?" Celtic smiled, well, tried to smile, pulling back the quilt and watching as Ralo slid in, quiet as he went.
"Ralo... Earlier, you said that No one cares about you"
Raloris looked up at that, meeting the amber in his leader's eyes "Can I show you something?"
The elf nodded.
Celtic sat on Raloris' lap, sliding down and pulling the quilt over them, he then pressed his Lips to Raloris again, tasting what he did a few days ago, and wondering why it was so sweet. Ralo returned the favour, taking Celtic deeper, he was holding his tongue in his teeth, nibbling on it, but never hard enough to hurt, they kissed again and again an again, time slowly dissapeared around them, neither man caring about where they were or if anyone saw them. Celtic was focused on calming Raloris down, while the elf just held on for dear life, letting his leader do as he saw fit. He was the wise one after all.
Soon, all of their respective visions melted away as their entire worlds became... Eachother.
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oc x oc dynamics~!!
I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM I LOVE THE-
My favorite dynamics~!!!!! >w< <,3333
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Ace, Meztli, Celtic and Merikh belongs to @aesopsbaby !
Salem, Trickster, Luke and Farris belongs to @boiling-potato !
Lo, Logan, Riley and Raloris belongs to @feelin-lo !
Rin and North sky belongs to @alcohol1maid !
Wyenne belongs to @bednbunfast !
Wynne toprak belongs to @hanawrites404 !
and the stranger is me! ^^
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I love to think, given Raloris' background, he bites.
Like, he bites anything.
Monsters, furniture, people, himself. He just gnaws on things to calm himself down. So I like to think under his shirt and gloves is just bites, not from anything inappropriate but just from Raloris biting himself
RALO BITING HIMSELF IS SO CUTEHSVJXBS just bite marks everywhere <,33
Raloris belongs to @feelin-lo !
Imagine:
Raloris biting himself subconsciously while at the tavern that the group always hangs out at, his hand brought close to his lips as he sinks his teeth into the flesh, harsh enough to feel a dull pain but not enough to draw blood. As he is gnawing softly till a crescent shape starts to form, his eyes is fixed onto the cup sitting infront of him.
Raloris is pulled out of his trance, gently, just like the hand that is wrapped around his own. His eyes follow the movement of the hand that is leading his hand away from him, tracing it back to its source, Celtic. As Raloris meets Celtic's gaze, all he sees is darkness.
Darkness to everyone else, someone cold, intimidating and stoic. But to him? Oh. He could see the stars in those eyes, the calming ocean as it gently crashes with the sea shore, he sees home. A sense of belonging whenever he gazes into those dark eyes.
Raloris relaxes his shoulders, suddenly realising just how tense he had been. Gentle. Everything feels so soft when Celtic starts to rub comforting circles on Raloris's hand. A sigh left the dark haired leader as he traces over the faint bite mark slowly starting to form on the high elf's hand. As delicately as possible, Celtic brings Raloris's hand up to his lips, treating the male's hand as if it was antique jewelry, before pressing a soft kiss on the bite mark.
Oh. Oh.
He felt his breath hitched as a rising blush was evident on Raloris's face. The corner of Celtic's lips tug lightly upwards as he felt Raloris grip his hand tightly at the intimate action. "Just hold my hand whenever you wish, understood? I don't wish for you to litter your skin with such imprints." Celtic spoke, barely above a whisper as he continues to rub comforting figures on Raloris's hand.
Abruptly, Raloris yanks his hand away from the warmth and comforting grasp. He felt an urge to wedge his hand back into its former place, regretting his sudden movement all too quickly. "I don't need your pity. I can very well do what I wish." Raloris huffed, staring down his leader. However, he wasn't met with a grimace like he always would for his outburst but instead a soft smile and an understanding look.
Celtic turns his gaze away from Raloris. Opting to stare forward while leaving his hand between the both of them. Raloris gaze travelled down. The same urge itching in him starts to crawl its way out.
With a sigh, Raloris intwines his hand with Celtic's. Gentle. Soft. Comfort. Home. Warmth. All in one as he felt Celtic squeeze his hand gently.
"So. You wish to hold my hand?" Celtic chuckles softly, moving his cup to his lips to take a sip.
He belonged here. He made him feel wanted. Loved.
"But of course. I'm merely fulfilling your wish to have your hand held." Raloris retort.
Gentle. Everything is so soft and warm and right. It was so different from how Raloris usually felt. Raloris shifts closer to Celtic, leaning his head onto his leader's shoulder to feel even closer to him.
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SORRY THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SHORT HEADCANON BUT IDK WHY I WENT OVERBOARD--
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Comfort in Insanity.
Celtic x Raloris.
Suggested by @boiling-potato , Celtic belongs to @aesopsbaby .
This is my attempt at a slow burn style fic, so excuse the length, I did my best.
"ILL KILL YOU!"
That was a few hours ago, as the sun hit its peak in the sky, the group had hit a den of monsters, sparks flew, Blood was spilled, blades clashed and wounds were opened.
The last one left standing, a manic man with elven heritage. The others; too tired to move or too beaten up to stay awake "FALL BACK. THAT'S AN ORDER RALO!" the leader yelled as the Manic lifted his polearm, swinging without restraint, leaving no living beast behind.
He had bathed in blood that day, speaking in unhinged, ethereal language as his blade hit skin. He carried his comrades with his leader, to the nearest town.
"You disobeyed an order raloris." He scolded, eyes meeting lost windows into the soul of the ruined "And yet, here we are." Raloris said meeting the leaders gaze.
They found an empty tavern, not a soul in sight. They paid their fare and slipped their injured companions into rooms, taking hours from the day and giving them to the ones on the brink.
"Vince and Sylvester are fine. Zion is also unconscious. I gave him a small elixir to help him sleep. The other two have been patched up and are also resting" Raloris said, drying sweat from his face. "That was a close one." Celtic sighed, running his hands through his hair "Want a drink?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
Despite it being so late, the tavern was empty, the whole place was theirs to wander in. "What'll it be lads?" The tall and gruff bartender asked "Two honey meads Ma'am" Raloris smiled, sliding some coins her way "and a jug of whatevers strongest." He added, slipping her an extra gold or three.
Celtic took a seat and Raloris brought their drinks, sitting down opposite his leader and sliding the mead over. "What you did today was reckless and irresponsible. You of all people should know better. When I tell you to withdraw, you do it. Am I understood?" Celtic scolded, leaning forward and glaring "You sound like my dad." Raloris sighed, sitting back and taking a swig of his mead, looking outside to see some birds in a nest "They're so free..." Raloris sighed, his mood plummeting.
"apologies."
"You got nothing to be sorry for. You aren't a racist, misogynistic, overbearing, sexist, disgusting excuse for a living being." Raloris said, almost becoming a new person, venom in every word. But, by now, Celtic was used to such dramatic changes.
"Why do you care so much about wether or not I follow orders or not? I'm a stranger! I could kill you, I might be deceiving you right now. I might have poisoned your mead, stabbed you with a magic dagger or-!" "Stop it. Just.. stop. You're having a moment again"
Raloris took a deep breath "Thanks." He said, rubbing his temple and sighing. "And to answer your question" Celtic started, taking a sip of mead "Because I care about you. We've had countless drinks together, countless moments where we are at each others mercy. I know more about you than you do."
"that doesn't-"
"And I know about your past. When we went to your hometown, all of the elves looked at you differently. I know how that feels. I can relate in some way". Celtic interjected, stopping Raloris from objecting. "You... i..." Raloris said, a tear starting to form in his eye "What about Vince?"
"Yes, I care about Vince and sylv, All of our teammates. I love them all. But... when we share something intoxicating, be it a drink or a session of tears and anguish, it feels different"
Raloris, for once in his long life... was speechless.
He was able to find a word or two after a long moment of silence. "I don't know which one you're talking about. Be it me or the me who's not me. Was I ever really me to begin with? Who was this me that arrived when father died? Was that the real me and the me that I am now a fake? Was I never really real? Was I a figment of my own imagination? Was i-!" Raloris was in tears at this point and it brought something up that was deep in Celtic, he reached forward and cupped Raloris' cheeks, pulling him close as he slowly pressed his lips to the half elf.
He could taste alcohol on Raloris' lips, intoxication in his saliva, and salt from his tears, his instincts took over in a way, a hand coming up behind Ralo's head and deepening this thing they had started, they had no choice but to pull away for air, Raloris chased oxygen like a starved man while Celtic stared breathless, looking into Raloris' eyes as he spoke sincerely;
"I don't care which one I'm speaking to. I'm speaking to you, and there's something about the way you walk, talk and hold yourself. I just feel things that I never knew I could feel when I see you. And when I see you break down like this which I have only ever seen once before, it makes my heart cry. Raloris, when you get hurt, be it a monster or a rock you trip on, I get angry and want to destroy it. When you slay an enemy I feel so so proud that I fight beside you." He said, shakily breathing as he spoke, adrenaline ran though his veins like a marathon, it never seemed to stop.
It seemed Raloris felt the same, finding his lips on Celtic once again, his heart threatening to burst out of his chest, he ran his hands through Celtic's jet black hair, it was soft, endless.
Endless as the night itself, endless as his respect...no... love, for Celtic. Raloris had to pull away, needing more air "I get it. I feel the same except I can't find the words for once in my life" he gasped, no longer drunk on mead, but on the taste of Celtic.
Sight: Celtic
Sound: Celtic's breathing
Taste: Mead and celtic.
Celtic, Celtic, Celtic.
His eyes wandered Celtic's frame, gripping at his shirt and placing his head in his chest he smelt nice, like a warrior. Like a friend. Someone he could depend on, someone he could risk everything for-
His thought was stopped by the bartender, who slipped and elixir on the table "Look, if you boys are gonna do this, take it upstairs at least." He said and both boys went an extreme shade of red. After a little embarrassing conversation with the bartender, they shuffled outside and observed the stars "That was awkward." Raloris joked, still as red as the blood they had spilled that morning."
"Sorry. There's something about The way you taste Raloris.... addicting.." Celtic said under his breath to have at least a little bit of Pride left over, but with Ralo's enhanced hearing, he could hear every word and it made him blush even harder "we can... do that again if you'd like? Take it a little more slowly this time?" Raloris offered, shuffling closer to Celtic, able to smell his scent again. "Sure" Celtic said, shuffling closer, only millimetres away from the half elf.
Raloris was gentle and Celtic was just as gentle, pressing their lips together again as A meteor shower fell behind them, filling the sky as the magical moment occured.
#Celtic x Raloris#Thank you BP#You Legend#Celtic is protective asf#Raloris is struggling with himself#slow burn#Attempted slow burn at least#forgive me
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ok, OK!! Attention!!
I've got another au idea for an oc x oc!!! but help me choose who to give this au to!!
I'm so excited for this because it's a very interesting story!! >w<
Blood in the water~
I picked two ships for this au so you wouldn't have much trouble picking only one!! ^^ (also yes, I came up with a shipname for cupid x bp right there on the spot)
I'll explain the story as soon as we see the winners~!!! ^^
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Salem, Trickster, Farris and Bp belongs to @boiling-potato !
Meztli, Celtic, Cupid and Ace belongs to @aesopsbaby !
Lo, Logan, Raloris and Icarus belongs to @feelin-lo !
Kema umi and North sky belongs to @alcohol1maid !
And Tom ambrosi belongs to @sealedchasm !
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Matchmaker BP!! What are some ocs that you think will match well with each other... I have some ocs that are single in minds and will luv to see your suggestions~
Raloris . actually I'm not sure if Sylvester x Raloris is a confirmed ship or not.
Riley Whyte
Assistant Kun
More...star ships? I'm love all the ships that Star is in!!!!
Ignore this if you don't wanna do it,just have funs!
Hmm??
Matchmaker BP?
..... Heh~ I think like the sound of that~!! ♡(ӦｖӦ｡)💕💕Anyways!! Sure! I'll try my best to not disappoint anon!! >:3
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1. Though I personally love the Raloris x Sylvester ship I also feel like Raloris x Lesley or Raloris x Celtic would go together very well!
Let me explain!
• For Lesley, (I know just a little bit of her personality so don't take this seriously ok?) I feel like she'll be very interested in Rolaris! She'll probably want to find out his secrets on how he became the person he is today! She'll tease him and probably ask some personal questions just to see his reaction.
Interactions:
Lesley would probably also show off how strong her magic to him and tell him how she could help him in his journey!
"I'd help you and could easily do so for a price~"
So with this, Raloris would either be annoyed, angry or also interested in her presence and whichever it is, I feel like Lesley would like his response either way! Teasing, flirting, mocking whatever it is, as long as she could get a reaction from him!
• For Celtic, (same as Lesley, I know little to nothing about him but I'll still try! Just don't take it seriously ^^,,) I feel like Celtic would be overprotective towards him (ok maybe he is in all of his crew but in a different way!) He would listen to Raloris if he's in he's hyper self rambling and probably just chill and just be quiet with him in he's depressive state. Would except every drink invitation Rolaris would offer and listen patiently to every rant he says.
Interactions:
Would definitely stay up late and stargaze together!
"I like to stay up late just to see the stars. They're beautiful... But there's definitely something different about it when I'm gazing it with you."
Drinks, chilling, talking and helping each other in battle!
"Disengage! That's an order!"
"Fall back.. I'll take it from here.."
"DON'T EVEN THINK OF HURTING HIM-"
2. Ok I probably don't need to brag because Lo already said it.... BUT I'M GOING TO ANYWAY! Because I'm very proud of it and it became one of my favorite ships!!! I'm the one who suggested Riley x Merikh!! ♡(> ਊ <)♡ Hmmm I'll also consider Esther for this!
Let me explain!
• I came up with Riley x Merikh because when I ask for some fun facts about Riley and Lo ask for someone to feed him, I immediately thought of Merikh!! Because I remember Ace saying that Merikh don't hide his feelings and is very affectionate towards someone! people are just scared of him because of his appearance but is in fact very friendly! ^^ (See if you ever think of giving me fun facts are just a waste of time, think again. I remember every single detail of your oc fun facts and I could use them for stuff like these soooo.... Feed me-) anyway!!
Interactions:
Definitely cuddling and physical affections!! Compliments and unintentional flirtatious comments!
"Has anyone ever told you that you have the best smile?"
"I love how you always manage to bring out the best in me~"
• I think I probably don't need to explain Esther for this because like Merikh he doesn't hide his feelings and is also very flirtatious! Riley would be a blushing mess around him! And will always be full with all the attention Esther is giving! ^^
Interactions:
Physical affection and gifts!! Esther loves being romantic so he'll probably buy a lot of gifts for Riley while giving him sweet compliments! (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡
"You're really stunning you know that darling~?"
"You are the most perfect you there is darling~ don't let anyone tell you otherwise~"
3. Assistant Kun huh? Hmmm first thing that comes in mind is Frost and Akari!
Let me explain!
(I literally know a teaspoon of character info about them so sorry in advance if I get their personality wrong •́ ‿ ,•̀ )
• for frost I'm thinking that they would end up having a normal conversation and frost treating assistant Kun with kindness and humor! Assistant Kun just being busy all the time would also just return the kind gesture!
Interactions:
I feel like they would have a conversation over a cup of tea or any other beverages they prefer! Assistant Kun would talk about their boss and Frost being such a good listener will find assistant Kun's stories interesting and entertaining!
"You know, I find it oddly admirable how loyal and devoted you are to this person. They must feel so lucky~"
• For Akari I feel like they would have this "the strict, calm and collected person and the gremlin" type of relationship!!
Interactions:
Akari would follow assistant Kun around asking him a ton of questions, ask him for a ton of favor and overall just being a gremlin around him!
"Hey! Hey!! Are you ignoring me??"
"Why is your name so weird? Lol"
"Hah why are you wearing glasses?? Can I try them?!? I think I would look better in them!!"
Would probably steal Assistant Kun's stuff, always trying to get their attention, listen on how assistant Kun talk about their boss and them being like "Hah! They sound so boring! My sisters however-!" Also Akari would probably tell some horrible puns just to add to the annoyance! Heheh!
4. Uhhhh this... Ummm I can't really think of just a certain amount since star can literally be shipped with anyone and have a lot of different reasons for it... sooooo my answer for this issss..... literally anyone! (٥↼w↼)
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...... yeaaaaahhh- I'mabadmatchmakerandI'mliterallyneverdoingthiseveragainmybrainismushandsosorryforanymischaracterizationItriedIreallydid (─<─||）
I just did this because I need more of Lo's oc x Ace's oc content (⌐■ᴗ■)✨✨
More oc x oc!!! ( ^▽^)‼️‼️💕💕✨✨
Sylvester, Lesley, Celtic, Akari and Merikh belongs to @aesopsbaby !
Raloris and Riley belongs to @feelin-lo !
Star and Esther belongs to @startheimpactfangirl !
Frost belongs to @mystique-flowers-and-sibling-duo and assistant kun belongs to @alcohol1maid !
#boiling potato#oc#ocs#mutuals#friend's oc#oc x oc#ships#not my oc!!#matchmaker#star 🌟💕✨#ace 🖋️🎭#coffee ☕💕#Lo ✨#Jane 🐚💙✨#ask#ask blog#my ask blog#oc ask blog#ask response#ask answered#ship
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The only thing that's missing is a whole book story series about these two and I'm here for it
Have you ever heard of the story called "the cruel prince" ? Reminds me of them too.. now I kinda want a new au for sweet carnage again but in a fantasy setting (I know about monster au but I want it to be just them two)
Also, I love the idea of associating oc x oc ships into a song that reminds you of them. If you have the time, can you maybe do that but with either Celtic x Raloris, Logan x North Sky or Salem x Ace?
Anyway sorry for the ramble, I needed to say that.
- 🔪 Anon
Hmm no, I haven't read that story but I've heard of it! I'm not really into reading but since you said it reminded you of one of my favorite ships, I might have to try!! :DD and new au for sweet carnage?? I LIKE THE SOUND OF THAT~!!! I'll see what I can do! ^^
And yea, I was actually planning on doing either sweetened chaos (trickster x kema umi) and Elysian flaw (salem x ace) next since I already got some songs in mind~!! ;33
Also, thank you for sending me this instead of being hostile aggressive anon! at least we both have something in common, We ship meztli x trickster :) I appreciate it! heheh~!! <3
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I'm so excited for Merikh x Riley and Meztli x Star. Will u be doing Raloris x Celtic also?
Hold on anon, I have a lot of requests at the moment and not to mention I'm doing a challenge right now with all the trickster ships (and that's a lot) so I'll get back to them in a moment ok? ^^
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Out of all of Lo's Fics, what ones are your favourite??
Anything that involves Celtic x Raloris, Riley x Merikh, Logan x North sky and Meztli x Lo!!! (But if you're asking for any specific, Comfort in insanity, Love bites, his loving gaze and I would have died) Goodness all of Lo's fics are amazing and truly eye-catching!!! Really can't wait to see more of them!! ( ◜‿◝ )🫶💕💕✨✨
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Lo, Raloris, Riley and Logan belongs to @feelin-lo !
Meztli, Celtic and Merikh belongs to @aesopsbaby !!
North sky belongs to @alcohol1maid !
#boiling potato#ask#ask blog#my ask blog#oc ask blog#ask response#ask answered#ship#fanfic#oc x oc#mutuals#lo ✨
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Do u know about the new ship Raloris x Celtic? I would like to see incorrect Quotes for it!!!! /not forcing!
of course! I've already made a few of them on my post anon! ^^
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