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katsukiizmoon · 7 months

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╰┈➤ ꒰🍒 ┊Roll On Wax | Katsuki Bakugou꒱ 『♡』 F! Reader, domestic, reader is waxing coochie, established relationship, husband!katsuki, katsuki loves u so he helps lmao, unedited, one suggestive scene at the end 『♡』 I got a new wax roll on kit-- majority of my punani is smooth now. That's how.. this happened.

No because imagine you get a new roll on wax kit and get bold and decide to do your bikini line and coochie. And you're doing it, but holding the skin taut and yanking at the same time isn't a task for the weak.

Cue Katsuki walking in on you with your legs in a butterfly position, shirt in mouth to chew on, yanking strips of wax off of your crotch and thighs. He blinks momentarily, carmine eyes scanning you just to double check that he's really seeing this.

"What're you doin' now?" The blonde exasperates with a sigh, leaning against the bedroom doorway with furrowed brows.

You pause right before pulling off another strip and clamp your legs closed. Your face burns just about as much as the side of your crotch while you formulate a flustered answer.

"Waxing?"

His lips quirk up in amusement, tilting his head to look at where the strip is still stuck to your skin. "...and how's that workin' out for you?"

Katsuki's never been picky about the state of your pubic hair. Hair, no hair, shaven, waxed-- he doesn't really give a damn. Pussy is pussy. Call him a pussy connoisseur. But you wanted it waxed. Shaving has been a pain in the ass lately with all the ingrowns and razor burn you're getting.

"It's. Well it's going." Your hand gestures to the grocery bag of already-used strips and the heated wax roll on to the left of you.

Katsuki strolls forward languidly in his work pants and socks, huffing a little laugh at the sight in front of him. His brows furrow.

"Is it hard?"

"Mmm. Keeping the skin taut while I yank is... proving to be difficult."

Big hands reach for your thighs and you squeal, clamping them closed and pouting up at your husband. He looks confused at your embarrassment and rolls his eyes.

"Quit acting shy, y're pussy ain't anything new to me." His thumbs rub over the fat of your thighs again and slowly coax them open. Your hand reaches to cover up your face and he snorts.

"It's different when I'm waxing n' stuff!" You insist, feeling self conscious for the first time in a long time.

"I've seen you shave your asshole, it really isn't that different, sweetness." He chortles, cooing when you relax your thighs and gesture to the half-done wax job.

Your face never stops burning but you demonstrate and instruct how it's done. He frowns and holds up the wax strip to look at all the hairs and makes a comment on how weird it looks. He gets a smack to the shoulder for that.

He let's you do majority of the work but yanks a few of the hard to reach strips off, pressing the back of his hand to the red area to soothe you after.

"You shouldda just used my card and got it done at the salon." He pulls off the last strip and throws it away, giving you a little pat on the butt once he's finished.

The shower after goes smoothly for a little as you reward him for it in the form of a shoulder massage and kisses. His fingers trail down and slide toward your folds, dipping in momentarily, only for you to grip his wrist with a stern look.

"No sex for three days--"

"Goddamnit." A huff and sigh.

You lower down to your knees with a quirked brow. Ignoring the water hitting you in the face as he catches on and reaches for the roots of your hair with a grin.

#[ short ]#[ katsuki ]#[ drabbles ]#bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader

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prettyflyforawhitelie · 2 months

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Of Course It's You. It's Always You. - Alastor x Reader

Pairing: Alastor x Y/N

Word Count: 1103

Warnings: Slight Injuries, but nothing major :)

It happened again. Alastor had gone a bit too far when fighting off the many fiends that tried to ransack the hotel. This time it was some loan sharks that had come to hunt down who you had thought was the hotel’s newest resident, Mimzy. Sometimes you wondered why Alastor, a man known for only ever paying mind to his own flights of fancies and rarely ever entertaining anybody else lest it was to gain something for himself, was so passionate about this redemption project of Charlie’s. There wasn’t much time to ponder this, though, as Alastor had burst into your room bruised, exasperated, and covered in blood (was it his? you’d never know). You had never seen him this… defeated. He still wore his trademark smile, but something seemed off. It was his eyes.

Ever since you became a resident at this hotel, you had grown close to Alastor. He was just so… enthralling. Interesting. You hadn’t asked why he smiles so much, but instead learned how to read his eyes. And right now, his eyes needed help. You urged him to come to your floor and he sat down, gasping as you immediately pulled out your medical kit and applied alcohol to his bite wounds. Man, they weren’t joking when they said those loan sharks had the sharpest teeth out there. For the first time ever, you were thankful that Charlie kept a stocked cabinet of essentials in every room, but more than that, you were surprised that anything could even get close enough to Alastor to hurt him like this. As you bandaged his wounds and filled them with gauze to prevent further bleeding, you slowly unbuttoned his ripped shirt only to be met with equally ripped skin beneath it.

“Oh, Satan”

you say while quickly using the few remaining gauzes you had. He hadn’t said a word this entire time, only wincing when you pressed the bandages against his wounds. Without even saying a word, this was the most vulnerable you had ever seen the Radio Demon.

As both of your adrenalines died down, you faced him on the floor and asked him what happened.

“I’ve simply never seen anything like it before.” he said.

“They- They had silver teeth- made of Carmine angelic metal.”

While this seems rather insignificant, angelic weapons are the only thing that can kill Earth-born sinners. These scratches were not just inconvenient for the all-powerful Radio Demon, but lethal.

“Alastor… you need to be more careful. We could have lost you. Charlie IS the princess of Hell, you don't have to fight all of her battles for her.” you say.

Alastor’s voice rises.

“Y/N. You don't understand. I- I have to protect this hotel. This is larger than you could ever understand.”

For a second, you swear you could hear his radio voice falter slightly. You sigh in defeat. He could be so stubborn sometimes. As you lean your head against the leg of your bed, you repeat under your breath,

“I could have lost you.”

You put your face into your hands.

You had been attracted to Alastor ever since you started to get to know him. It was impossible not to. He was such a gentleman… such a thing could not be found just anywhere in Hell. And this man, this diamond among the rough, was almost torn away from you and your chosen family by some lousy loan sharks.

“What was that, Darling?” He broke the silence.

You lift your head off of your hands, slightly embarrassed that he heard you.

“Uh, nothing.”

You felt his hand on your arm, and slightly flinched. Alastor didn't seem like one who was very keen on physical touch, especially initiating it. You glanced into his eyes.

“Darling, don't dismiss yourself. When I ask you a question, answer it.”

You blushed slightly, looking at the distant wall to avoid eye contact.

“I said that I almost lost you. I just dont think I would be able to bear your absence. You- you have helped me see that there can be things worth fighting for, even in eternal damnation.”

Did you just - did you just say that shit out loud?!? Oh, that was corny as fuck, theres no way he’s staying in this room with you after that. Instead of appealing to your inner monologue and leaving, his hand met your face, possibly the gentlest touch you've ever felt.

“Darling, I’ve never once thought that a belle like you could ever think those things about a demon like me. I am truly honored to be a thought in your mind, and even so, a positive one. Why haven't you told me this sooner?”

Did you hear that right? Alastor, THE Radio Demon, just heard you confess your feelings for him… and he didn’t end your life right then and there? You stammered,

“I, um… uh,”

Alastor took your hand into his own, rubbing it with his thumb reassuring me.

“I can sense your anxiety, love. I assure you, you of all people do not have to fear me.” he calmly says.

“Only in my worst nightmares would I ever do anything to cause you harm. Despite my constant efforts to distance myself from you all in efforts to best serve this hotel, you have never faltered in your adamant spirit to just… know me. I know that it is not an effort to manipulate me, as you have not once asked me for anything in return for your constant care.”

As he finishes, you say, “How could I? You have done so much for us, for me, the least I can do is offer you somebody to confide in. Somebody that you can love without ever wondering if this love is reciprocated.”

The two of you sat in silence, staring at the red, wallpaper-plastered wall in front of you, his hand remaining on yours. You didn’t know if what you had said about love was a bit too far, but glancing over at Alastor gave you your answer. His regularly toothy grin was replaced by a small smile, a genuine smile. He moves himself closer to you to remove the distance between your two bodies and slowly guides your head to rest on his shoulder. This gentleness was refreshing. Just two souls that know the same struggle relinquishing in each other’s presence.

“Alastor?” you ask.

“Yes, my Darling?”

“That thing I said, about love… was that too much?”

He chuckled in reply as he leaned his head on yours. “Of course not, my love. Why do you think I came to you of all people?”

#alastor x you #alastor x reader imagines #alastor x reader #alastor #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #radio demon #alastor angst #alastor fluff #hazbin hotel angst #hazbin hotel fluff #hazbin hotel mimzy #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel imagine #alastor imagine #alastor oneshot #hazbin hotel oneshots #alastor fanfiction #hazbin hotel fanfiction

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schrodinger-swriter · 3 months

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Hello, I have a scenario request of you don’t mind. How about a Vaggie or Camilla x fem s/o where they find them severely injured after an extermination. I never see much asks with these characters and I think the two wonderful women should get more recognition. Thank you, if you and have a day (or night)

Carmilla x Injured!Reader

Originally I was planning on doing both, but I don't think I'm quite ready to take on multi character posts.. not at the moment at least! I hope that's okay, Anon!

First time writing for my lady Ms. Carmine, I think I might be bisexual guys!/lh

You would only get injured if you're not by her side. As long as she's near, she's not going to let anyone so much as displace a single hair on your head. There's only three people she holds above her life, her daughters and you.

Imagine her distraught when you hobble into her office, nursing an open wound. She would keep it together for you. She wasn't there for you when the exorcists came down for the extermination, she was with her daughters. She doesn't wait for long to come to your aid, however, making you sit down in one of the seats in her office. She calls for one of her daughters to bring a first aid kit.

She is so apologetic, you can see her brows creasing in guilt as she cleans you. She's relieved, of course, that you're still here. She very open to telling you that she's happy you were able to pull through to the next day. If you work for her she's going to insist that you be on bed rest until you're healed enough to come back to work. Don't think you can sneak out of it, she's going to keeping a close eye on you.

Circling back to the first aid, she is very skilled at treating many injuries. She felt it needed in a place like Hell where you can experience the most atrocious of flesh wounds. Sure, you would heal and regenerate if the injury wasn't caused by an angel's blade, but it doesn't make it any less painful. At least, that is if you're a sinner. If you're a hell born she might actually be a little more firm in making sure you get the rest you need. You're strong, but you can't bounce back like sinners can in most scenarios.

Her maternal side shows, even if she's being stern with you her eyes soften just enough as she asks you please just rest.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin imagine #hazbin x reader #hazbin x you #carmilla x reader #carmilla x you #carmilla imagine

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checkoutmybookshelf · 3 months

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Regency Romantasy

So...it has been brought to my attention that I perhaps have a type, and this book ticked a lot of really good boxes for me. It's regency-inspired. It's fantasy. It's a romance. It has a chronically ill main character. It has sewing and fashion. Literally 90% of the characters are LGBTQIA. It has a BALCONY SCENE for crying out loud. It even has a gossip columnist who might be better than Lady Whistledown (do NOT come for me, Bridgerton Fandom, I said what I said). I could go on, but at that point I think we would have completely dissolved from actual review to screamed list of things I enjoyed, so let's rein it in for a minute and talk A Fragile Enchantment.

I'm going to start with setting, because while this book is regency-inspired, it also plays a little fast and loose with other historical inspirations. The reality of the blight and famine in historical Ireland (and frankly also the troubles and every time that Ireland revolted against England) was that it came after the regency, but here Niamh is the first generation after a similar event and subsequent revolt in her home country of fantasy Irel--I mean Machland. She has grown up surrounded by survivors of the blight and revolt, and like everyone who reads Maus learns, generational trauma is a BITCH. So when our dressmaker protagonist is invited to make the wedding clothes for the son of the king who murdered her people, it's politically and emotionally charged. Add to that the fact that Niamh's magic is hereditary and weirdly murdery, and yeah, things are emotional as heck.

Possibly I shouldn't relate quite so hard to a protagonist who is literally hurting herself for people who ultimately couldn't give a damn about her, but that IS my villain origin story, so all I had for Niamh was compassion at how hard a position that is to be in.

Niamh herself is beautifully written, and Saft balances all the threads tied around and pulling at Niamh's heart just beautifully. Every choice is complex and fraught, and so-deeply-ingrained-she-doesnt-even-notice-it impulse to shape herself around other people's pain and grief and comfort them instead of sitting with her own feelings is just stunningly well executed without feeling dramatic or indulgent.

Niamh is so desperate for friends, and the little ring she constructs around herself couldn't be stranger or more wonderful. From the enraged, grumpy Kit to Sinclair to Rosa and Miriam, this found family is wildly unlikely and prickly, but they fit between each other's thorns just perfectly.

And speaking of people having thorns...we need to address Kit Carmine. Younger son of a mad (and abusive before he went mad) king with an alcohol problem and green magic, our boy is GRUMPY. And BLUNT. And honestly I love him for that, because those thorns are hiding a very stressed out, distinctly squishy center. And also one that is deathly afraid of hurting people, because that's also a thing.

Kit is so tangled up between rage and duty and the few people he cares about that he and Niamh really have to work to develop a compassionate understanding based on wildly different personalities. And then you add all the imperialist and decolonizing stress between them plus the fact that KIT IS LITERALLY ABOUT TO MARRY SOMEONE ELSE and it's a whole deal.

There are so many wonderful moments in this book, it was a delight from start to finish. I objectively have more to say about this book, but I want to avoid spoilers here to inspire y'all to go read this book. I promise, it's worth it. Now, go get it and read. *shoos you toward the bookstore/library/tablet/place you get your books from*

#a fragile enchantment #allison saft #niamh o conchobhair #kit carmine #regency romance #fantasy romance #regency fantasy #green magic #thread magic #gossip columnist #chronically ill main character #chronic illness #lgbtq representation #bi representation #books and reading #books and novels #books #books & libraries #book recommendations

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seas-storyarchive · 1 month

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Alastor Carmine - au

tumblr request: I don't know if I can give you an au or anything but an au where alastor was raised by Camilla Carmine?

What Carmilla was expecting.. was not to be cornered during an extermination. Shit shit. She and her unborn child were about to die.

"I'm sorry." She said to the child she carried.

As one exterminator raised the spear - she screamed and fell to her knees, supporting a gash across her back. Behind her was a scrawny red haired deer, looking determined, an angel sword in his hands that he drove into the angel to kill it. The other angels flew off in fear.

"Ma'am, run! I'll cover you!" The teen said to her before looking around.

"Come with me." Carmilla grabbed his hand, pulling him along with her. She couldn't defend herself or her child, so bringing this boy along was their best bet.

"So, what's your name?" Carmilla asked, patching up the boy in her home.

"Alastor, Ma'am." The deer said, looking at her hands as she bandaged his arm before his eyes met hers. "What's yours, if I may be having the pleasure of knowing."

"Carmilla." She finished wrapping his arm. "Thank you, now be on your way. Your parents will be delighted to see you're alright." She put the items back in the kit.

"I.. don't have parents, Ma'am." Alastor said, stopping Carmilla in her tracks. "They was killed when I was about 4, been raised by an ol' couple who owns a farm an' then.. well, I'm here.."

"What happened?" Carmilla was interested now, an orphan, in hell? Whatever in the underworld?

"Oh, the ol' man got drunk and came into the barn where I was sleepin' in the strawpile with the piglets - I wasn't ever allowed a room in the house, ya see - and then I woke up the gun cockin' and seeing the muzzle flash." He explained it as though one asked him to describe the weather. "I .. I think I could feel ripping at my body as I.." he sniffed as he wiped his eyes.

Carmilla watched as the boy furiously wiped his eyes. How could.. Mortals were despicable! And that was saying something as Carmilla lived in Hell!

"I- I should go. You.. you did dismiss me after all, I wouldn't want ta-"

"I was wrong. Stay." Carmilla said, before she could stop herself. One could blame the hormones of pregnancy, but this.. this boy needed a home. "What would you say to a hot meal? A bed? A home?"

Alastor's eyes widened and his ears flattened to his skull, before he said, "I'd say you could put me to work however you'd need, Ma'am. I may not have been allowed in to sleep in the farmers house, but I learned how to clean it."

"We'll discuss it after you get settled." Carmilla said with a soft smile. "And you can call me Mother, if you wish."

"Mother?" Alastor tilted his head.

Carmilla nodded, smiling at him. "Yes. If I am to keep you, as my son, you are expected to call me something other than Ma'am."

Alastor nodded, starting to wipe his eyes again. "O- okay, Mother. I- I'll make it so you won't regret this." He looked determined, tears running down his face.

Carmilla never regretted it, even when Alastor began to do typical teenager things like staying out late, causing trouble here or there. But he straightened out when Carmilla gave birth to his twin sisters: Clara and Odette.

He became the best older brother, babysitter and friend those two girls could have asked for.

Alastor stayed at home until he was in his mid-thirties, when he vanished for a week, only to come back looking.. disturbed.

"Alastor. What happened?" Carmilla's voice, to an outsider, was flat. But her children all knew the tone meant love.

"I.. I killed an overlord.." Alastor collapsed onto the couch.

"What!" Odette looked up from her paperwork.

"Who?" Of course Clara craved violence. Namely second hand from her older brother.

"A low level one, of the Cannibal Town set."

"You killed Franklin!? Alastor, what in the world were you thinking!?" Carmilla was sure she'd gained more wrinkles in just the past few minutes compared to the last nearly 20ish years.

"I- I wasn't! She just.. he was going to butcher her and eat her!" Alastor stood up.

"Wait - her?" Odette asked, now curious.

"Ooh~ Starry has a girlfriend! Starry's got a girlfriend!" Clara sang out.

"She's not my girlfriend! I didn't say anything to her after I killed that- that-" Alastor growled.

"Why did it take you so long to come home?" Odette asked, looking at her brother.

"I was freaking out!" Alastor snapped, gripping his ears. "The last time I killed to protect someone was when I first arrived in hell and Mother was cornered!"

"Okay, okay. Let's all breath easy." Carmilla tried to calm her son, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"I am never doing that again." Alastor said.

Honestly? Carmilla doubted him a little. Overlords could be a dangerous set of people. And while Franklin wasn't more than a low-level Lord, he had been well established. Alastor would be hunted for sport.

She just hoped he would turn the tables.

Within weeks of killing Frankin, Alastor was a one-man war path.

He'd killed several higher ranking Lords and.. he was eating them. He was a cannibal. What happened?

Although he never laid a hand on his mother or sisters, Carmilla was concerned.

"Alastor?"

"Yes, Mother?" Alastor was washing the dishes, the family having eaten dinner.

"Have you.." Carmilla sighed. "Be honest with me. Have you.."

"Considered eating you or the nuggets? No, absolutely not." Alastor knew this was coming, turning to face his dear Mother. "I would never. You three, are the only family I've ever known. Above everything, I will protect you. I swore it the day the nuggets were born, and I will keep that promise."

Carmilla nodded, relieved. "I am sorry to have to ask, but.."

Alastor shrugged, "I understand. It's.. a lot to take in."

Alastor's first overlord meeting? Well, the remaining Cannibal Town Lord- a Lady- sat beside him. Their conversation looked awkward, from Carmilla's spot at the table. Oh, she should have convinced Alastor to straighten his hair, those stray pieces were getting on her nerves.

"This meeting is adjourned-" what? There was no way an hour- oh, well what do you know.. "until next time, friends."

Alastor walked to his mother, the Lady of Cannibal Town by his side. "Mother. How did I do?"

"Wonderful." Carmilla answered, looking at the smudge of dirt on his nose and- did he NOT wash his face? Honestly! She looked at the woman before her. "Pleasure to meet you. My name is Carmilla."

"Hello, ma'am." The lady curtsied her. "Rosie, Lady of Cannibal Town. And the woman your son saved. I must say, you raised a truly articulate fella."

"I hear wedding bells~" sang Clara from the back of the room as she gathered her notes.

"Clara!" Odette scolded, also listening in.

"Sisters." Alastor said, throwing a pack of voodoo dolls at them - something he seemed.. drawn to? However he obtained this, wonderful. They needed worry about his safety with his little toys.

The sound of complaints and ripping fabric was heard.

Great.

Carmilla marched to the Hotel, her daughters behind her.

"Carmilla!" It was Vaggie who let them in. "I- I was about to call you and thank you for the weapons."

"Think nothing of it. I am glad you survived." Carmilla said. "I am, however, here on other business."

"Other.." Charlie had come in, echoing the word. "I uh, I don't have a conference room ready for anything I uh. let me call down out hotelier.. Alastor!" He'd have a solution, or at the very least know what was going on. Right?

The man came down in all his second-death-warmed-over glory. He didn't look happy, for a fraction of a second, before he smiled at seeing Carmilla.

"Hello Nuggets, Mother."

All activity died.

"Don't you "hello" me, young man!" Carmilla glared at him, jabbing where she knew he'd been stabbed. "Vox has been playing that WRETCHED clip of you almost dying for nearly a week straight! And you have the nerve to NOT CALL or COME HOME when you are that wounded!"

"Rosie patched me up. 'm fine-"

"I am aware she patched you up! She called me this morning asking if you'd needed more stitching! When I told her, sobbing, that I had no idea-" Carmilla stopped talking, looking away from him.

"I.. Mother, I'm-" Alastor looked from his mother to his younger sisters. "I didn't mean-"

"We missed you, you idiot." Odette said, her voice sharp. "For seven years, you went off galavanting who the fuck knows where, and then when you show up? You act like nothing changed!" Was she shaking from her anger, or her tears. "Everything changed! We were cornered in the extermination before you came home!"

This wasn't news to Alastor, who movements to his mother and sisters tore his stitches and everyone could smell the fresh blood. "Why didn't you tell me to my face? Why did you let Velvette get under your skin?"

"You didn't come home in those six months!" Clara snapped, tears flowing freely. "We needed you at home!"

"You three know that when it comes to family, I DON'T back down!"

"This isn't like when you were fifteen! When I as pregnant with your sisters, and YOU showed me how to kill an angel! Alastor, this was a total genocide."

"We have one every year!" Alastor snapped, wobbling. "These rejects," he pointed to the hotel crew, "'re my family now too. I- I had to.." he stopped, panting. His vision was doubling too, too much blood loss in a short time.

"Alastor!" Carmilla caught her son, looking to the others. "Don't just stand there! Get a first aid kit! Hurry!"

Carmilla turned to her son, feeling his breathing on her shoulder. He was so weak and.. "Alastor, stay awake. I need you to stay awake."

#alastor carmine au #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel au #alastor #carmilla carmine #clara carmine #odette carmine

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ehlnofay · 7 months

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I've been wanting to practice drawing objects and items so here is some miscellanea from Arabella's inventory (not to scale)

pictured are:

a few unremarkable pieces from her delightful collection of rings (all stolen from who knows where)

her much-treasured cosmetic kit, made up of a clay pot of carmine and a bone-handled brush. she has to restock on pigment regularly. it is difficult and expensive. she likes this pot and brush because they're hardy and can be banged around in her bag without breaking and spilling red dye everywhere

a small garter pouch. she doesn't like the texture of the leather but it straps around her leg very efficiently and is easily hidden. naturally having somewhere to keep her cash and valuables subtly on her person is appealing to her. she acquired it while travelling in cyrodiil and for a time slept with it on under her clothes

a fingernail-sized hoop earring, worn in the tip of the right ear and never taken out, made of inexpertly carved merish bone

a folk pipe, also bone. this one is acquired after the guild questline; she happens upon it at a khajiiti stall and is Delighted. the entirety of the thieves' guild, who have to listen to her practicing an instrument she hasn't played in half a decade, are not

an old comb, one of very few belongings that she's carried since before she left valenwood. she wraps it in cloth when she travels.

a beeswax candle, bought in falkreath; not really pact-friendly but close enough. smells very nice. carried around in a little clay holder

#oc tag #arabella #bosmer #my art #fay draws #tes #tesblr #the elder scrolls #skyrim

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walksinlatewithcoffee · 1 year

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Baby name ideas for the Empires Crew

Cause apparently yall need some now?

SCOTT:

Theme: colors

Scarlet

Amber

Violet

Cyan

Gray

Ash (associated with gray)

Beryl (a pale green stone)

Bianca (means white)

Carmine (crimson red)

Fawn (light brown)

GEM:

Theme: Sun

Citrine (light callback to s1 cause citrine is a stone formed when amethyst experiences intense heat)

Sunny

Apollo

Helios

Crystal

Peach

Flora

Alba (means Dawn)

Soleil (French sun name)

Star

JOEL:

Theme: gods/holy/Greek

Blessing

Hera

Theo (means ‘gift of god’)

Pandora

Ares

Eudora (Greek name meaning ‘generous gift’)

Skye

Achilles

Orion

Ouranos (Greek spelling of Uranus, father of the Titans and also a word meaning “the heavens”

KATHERINE:

Theme: dichotomy of glimmer grove/strength/beauty

Lilac

Lavender

Janus (words with contradictory meaning are sometimes called “Janus words”)

Hecate (goddess of witchcraft)

Persephone

Tempest

Farris (‘strong as iron’ according to the website I’m looking at)

Valentine (both a romantic association as well as having ‘strong’ as an earlier meaning)

Sterling (steel)

Belle

OLI:

Theme: music/independence

Harmony

Lyra

Aria

Viola

Lark

Cadence

Wolfgang

Rhythm

Robin

Spirit

JIMMY:

Theme: strength/common western names

Barrett (mighty as a bear)

Billy/Billie

Oak

Cash (last name if a famous singer)

Dakota

Beau

Daisy

Wynona (first name of a famous singer and a personal favorite of mine)

Cheyenne

Colton (I know so many yeehaw boys named Colton it’s an epidemic)

LIZZIE:

Theme: animals

Kitty

Wren

Leo

Wolf

Draco

Raven

Kit

Dove

Ursula (from ‘Ursa’ meaning bear + light callback to season 1)

Mariposa (butterfly)

SAUSAGE:

Theme: peace/safety/protection/rabbits

Faith

Jack (jackrabbit)

Serenity

Peter (Peter cottontail)

Olive/Olivia (olive bran em has symbol of peace)

Alexis/Alexander/Alexa etc. (All meaning protector of mankind)

Atlas

Angelo

Anthea (goddess/flowers)

Crysanthos (golden flower, name of a Saint)

PIX:

Theme: history, ancient stuff, stones, memory (amendment: I couldn’t find many good names so I just found a bunch of really old names)

Sophia (lover of wisdom/knowledge)

Athena

Beowulf (both a name meaning ‘intelligent wolf’ and the oldest known work of Anglo-Saxon literature)

Sage

Alareiks (gothic name meaning ‘ruler of all’ modernized as Alaric but I think Pix would use the older version)

Áleifir (old Norse form of Olaf and that is such a downgrade on spelling why did we ever stop using the original spelling????? Also means ancestor’s legacy which is PERFECT)

Caecelia (original Latin spelling of Cecelia, means both “blind” and is the name of an ancient religious martyr)

Cúán (“little wolf” in Old Irish and I think that’s just cute)

Demophon (literally “the people’s voice” in Ancient Greek)

Ingo (an old name and also a reference to a character who accidentally travels back in time in Pokémon: Legends Arceus) (I’m running out of ideas can you tell?)

JOEY

Theme: water, treasure

Diamond (it’s not that weird I went to high school with a girl named diamond)

Jade

Cordelia (apparently means daughter of the sea)

Hudson (literal name of a body of water on earth)

Caspian (literal name of a body of water on earth)

Opal

Gold

Sapphire

Tiara

Jasper (a personal favorite + matching initials)