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erik-stark · 13 days
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It’s good to see you’re getting along with my wife.
-@azalea-romanoff
Give her 3 days before she tries to murder my ass
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que-de-metal · 1 month
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Chromarelle compilation with two new additions!
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decayingcupid · 9 months
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yan!sweetheart (lucy marell) x gn!reader | tw: slight yandere behaviour, mentions of injuries/a car crash
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a 20 year old starting college, lucy was quickly known around campus for being extremely well-liked. always willing to lend a hand to help her peers and faculty, the word most used to describe lucy was sweet.
with soft brown hair, big brown eyes, and a penchant for cute yet comfy looking clothes, it wasn’t exactly a surprise that she had a few admirers; most of them were too intimidated by her status as campus princess to ever ask her out, though, and the ones brave enough to shoot their shot were shut down immediately (although the rejection was so polite they could never be too upset about it).
lucy didn’t have many close friends, but she was friendly with everyone, so it was inevitable that some of the more gossipy students ask her about her disinterest in dating. they always got the same answer:
“i’m just waiting for the one, y’know?”
growing up, lucy was rather isolated. after being hit by a car at the young age of seven, lucy’s life was spent in and out of hospitals for a not-insignificant amount of time.
during this period lucy spent much of her time alone. her parents were preoccupied with work; her older brother with school. the only person lucy saw regularly was the nurse her parents hired to watch over her, helping to make sure she could heal properly.
unfortunately for said nurse, lucy wasn’t exactly thrilled about the many months of bedrest. in order to keep her from her rambunctious antics the nurse gave her the best medicine she could think of: romance books.
although lucy wasn’t very interested in adventure or nonfiction, she quickly latched on to romance stories. tales of princes saving princesses, of childhood friends turned more, of girls-next-door’s falling for bad boys; every love story she could find, lucy devoured.
to her nurse and family, this had a positive effect on her! not only did she start to gain an impressive vocabulary, but her one-track-mind kept her from overexerting her already weakened state.
it wasn’t until she grew older that her fascination with romance novels started to show in her interactions with other people.
even once she was well enough to attend school again, lucy mostly kept to herself. she had no interest in making friends, and clearly avoided any potentially romantic interactions.
by the time she got to college lucy had become more extroverted, making many casual friendships, but she still kept everyone at arm’s length. why? because she needed to save room for her love interest, of course!
lucy didn’t know when she’d find love, but she knew better than anyone how much it would change her life. after all, in all of her favorite stories, once the main characters fell in love and lived happily ever after they didn’t have many scenes with the secondary cast.
and so, lucy spent her days diligently studying, watching romcoms, and showing kindness to everyone she encountered (just like a romance heroine)!
until you walked in.
despite her adoration of them, lucy had never quite believed the scenes of love at first sight, the way time stops and everything else dims. but that day she realized how much they underexaggerated.
lucy swears the first time she saw you her heart stopped in her chest.
it was like everything fell into place.
now all she had to do was make sure your love story went off without a hitch ♡
you, on the other hand, had no clue what had just occurred, the life changing effect you’d had on someone you’d never even talked to. after all, you were much too preoccupied with your failing grades.
it wasn’t that you didn’t understand the material. but it had only taken a month at college for you to be completely burnt out, so much so that you misplaced your notes and didn’t end up studying - and it showed in your test scores. you tried to explain to the professor that it was just a slip up, that you’ll try harder from now on, but you could tell they weren’t buying it.
unfortunately, that failure meant that you had no choice but to ace the upcoming class project, worth a large chunk of your grades for the semester. luckily for you the professor took the opportunity to set you up with the class’s best student in hopes their good study habits might rub off on you.
lucy couldn’t have been more excited when she heard that you were working on this project together. a perfect meet-cute! (just ignore how she’d been stalking your social media for almost a week. and how she’d stolen one of your notebooks, just to trace her fingers over your handwriting. how was she supposed to know you wouldn’t be able to study without it?)
but that was okay! it was her borrowing that brought you two together, after all!
and now she had the perfect chance to impress upon you that she’s the only best candidate for your sweetheart! ♡
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A couple of my OCs, Marel Suun (mirialan) and Val'ryik Fering (nautolan). I may post lore about them when I'm done getting through this art backlog. Also from 2021
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quietsphere · 2 years
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mood. @redsugarsociety
(it'll probably be a comic once I'm less lazy)
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acommonanomaly · 9 months
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@nixiegenesis' wonderful triton character, Marel. Happy birthday to my best friend! I'm glad my first dnd game was with you, it's been a wild and entertaining ride. <3
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desertpyre · 4 months
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I decided to draw my OC, Vimy Sartana, in other character outfits.
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clematys · 2 years
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I've weaponized my helpless spite Now how about that pride of yours?
Alternative caption is: you ever find out your sibling has a pretty different view of your family than you do?
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kotw-art · 1 year
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SHOOTING STAR!! ~ ⋆。°✩
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recklessgirl56 · 9 days
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My One Piece OCs Part. 1
Since @supermarine-silvally and I became excellent friends, I thought I would share my One Piece OCs with them. I'm unsure when I would post pictures of them because I'm still learning to draw.
The way I came up with my OCs is weird. I had totally different ideas for them until one day, while working on earth science homework, a sudden idea came to me: "What if Little Red Riding Hood was a pirate in One Piece? And what if she was shipped with Portgas D. Ace in the Survivor AU?"
So, I revamped my MC OC so she could be what TV Tropes called a Red Riding Hood Replica. Of course, I couldn't just stop with Little Red. No, I had a fairy tale theme going on! I had to add Goldilocks and some others you might recognize.
I never thought I would get into One Piece, let alone make fairy tale-based One Piece OCs, but here I am, LOL. Anyway, this post is long and will contain some spoilers for anyone who are on the East Blue Saga. So read at your own risk.
I plan to write fanfics about these characters after I flesh them out (and the story) but feel free to ask me or some of my OCs some questions.
Right now, I just want to post my main ones. I hope you like ‘em, especially you Hadley!
Edit 4/22/2024: I just had to touch up some things and change the name of Blanchette's mother. I see her as more as a Sylvia than a Helene.
"Red Hood" Delahaye Blanchette
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DOB: August 10, 1501 (World Lion Day) | Gender: Female | Age: 21 (pre-timeskip) / 23 (post-timeskip) | Devil Fruit: Neko Neko no Mi, Model: Manticore | A Brass Knuckles-wielding Combatant of the Spade Pirates and, subsequently, the Whitebeard Pirates | Voiceclaims: Megumi Hayashibara (Japanese), Laura Bailey (English, Funimation)
Blanchette's surname was taken from my favorite pirate Jacquotte Delahaye, while I got her first name from Charles Marelle's rendition of the fairy tale "The True History of Little Goldenhood". In that fairy tale, Charles gives Little Red Riding Hood a real name–Blanchette.
Blanchette was born in Porto, a pirate haven that was the capital city of Rara Island. She was the result of a fling between Delahaye Sylvia and Crocodile, who stayed in Porto for a few months shortly after watching Roger's execution. Crocodile left before Blanchette was born, leaving her to be raised by Sylvia. She didn't know who her father was until she was six. Sylvia explained that Crocodile left to pursue his ambitions. Needless to say, that would cause Blanchette to resent her father.
As her mother worked several jobs to support them, Blanchette spent a lot of time with her grandmother, Maria, who told her stories about her adventures as a pirate. These stories captivated Blanchette so much that she was inspired to become a pirate when she was older. Blanchette engaged in mischief on the streets like many other kids in Porto did but didn't have many friends, as her peers would either avoid her or make fun of her for having a dark blue-gray pigment around her right eye known as Nevus of Ota. One time, she was about to fight a girl who called her 'Black Eye' but was stopped by another girl named Aurelia, who would become her best friend and later sister (they are sisters in the same way Ace, Sabo, and Luffy are brothers).
Discovering that they shared dreams of becoming pirates, Blanchette and Aurelia would steal money and other needed resources when they set sail together. This is how Blanchette got her Devil Fruit powers, stealing what she thought was an ordinary pineapple because she was hungry. The two sisters would borrow money from hustlers willing to bet on anything, from throwing a rock the farthest to fighting other kids.
When she turned 15, Blanchette began participating in underground street fights to help support her mother. Due to her skills with brass knuckles and Devil Fruit powers, she quickly rose to become a renowned street fighter. Some pirate captains who witnessed her fights even wanted her to join their crew, but she would turn them down because she would rather start her own pirate crew than join someone else’s.
One day, Blanchette was coming home from a match. She headed to Maria's house to give her some flowers she had bought as a surprise gift. On her way, she met a wolf mink pirate named Grimm, who tried to convince her to join his crew, the Cutthroat Pirates. When she declined, Grimm told Blanchette she'd missed an opportunity but respected her decision and walked away to meet his crew.
Once she reached Maria's house, Blanchette entered inside only to find her grandmother lying on the floor, bleeding heavily from her wounds. She tries to get some help, but Maria advises her not to as she'll be dead by the time help arrives. She manages to tell Blanchette that the man who killed her was Grimm. Since that tragic day, Blanchette has been rigorously training herself to be strong enough to take down the Cutthroat Pirates.
At 18, Blanchette would join the Spade Pirates three months after Helene died of an illness. Although she had planned to start her own pirate crew, she was so charmed by Ace that she decided to accept his offer to join his crew (It helps that Ace wanted to help Blanchette get her revenge on the Cutthroat Pirates). Little did Blanchette know, she was going to be in for one hell of a ride with this crew lol.
"Goldilocks" O'Malley Aurelia
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DOB: May 6, 1500 | Gender: Female | Age: 22 (pre-timeskip) / 24 (post-timeskip) | Devil Fruit: Rozu Rozu no Mi | A Swordswoman of the Spade Pirates and, subsequently, the Whitebeard Pirates | Voiceclaims: Kikuko Inoue (Japanese), Cherami Leigh (English, Funimation)
Blanchette’s older sworn sister, Aurelia. Her surname was taken from the Irish pirate Gráinne O’Malley. Her first name is a Latin female name that means golden, fitting for a character loosely based on Goldilocks.
Aurelia was born somewhere in the South Blue to pirates but spent most of her formative years on a pirate ship. Her parents were starting to see see her as a burden, so they decided to abandon her in the East Blue in Rare’s capital city when she was only 7, lying that they would pick her up later. After spending a long time in the city, Aurelia realized that her parents were never coming back.
She began living on the busy streets of Porto, stealing food and other resources needed to survive. She even attempted to rob others, which came with mixed results. At some point, Aurelia befriended another girl named Blanchette, whom she persuaded to not beat up her bully. They would become the best friends, hanging out and getting into all sorts of trouble like the little delinquents they were.
When Aurelia was 11, she came across a cottage. She looked through the windows and seeing that no one was there, she went inside to check for any food. To her delight, she found three bowls of her favorite porridge. She tasted the largest bowl, which was too hot, then the medium bowl, which was too cold. Finally, she tried the third, which was just the right temperature, and finished it all. Afterward, she searched the fridge for more food and found a strange red apple. Remembering the saying that beggars can't be choosers, she ate it without realizing it was a Devil Fruit.
Feeling rather tired, she decides to head upstairs to the bed chambers. She tries to lie down on all three beds. The first bed felt too hard, the second bed was too soft, but the third bed was just right, so she slept in that one.
However, a family of three lived in this house. When they returned from their walk, they discovered someone had eaten their porridge and the Devil Fruit they intended to sell. They went upstairs and saw Aurelia sleeping in one of their beds. Aurelia is awakened by a boy her age, Orsino Leo, who asks why she ate lunch. Aurelia explains that she was desperate and hadn’t eaten anything in a few days. When Mr. Orsino asked where her parents were, Aurelia told them they had abandoned her four years ago. Taking pity on the poor girl, Mr. and Mrs. Orsino decided to adopt Aurelia as their own.
Everything was going well for Aurelia, as she finally had a home and a family that would take care of her. As she got older, however, she started to feel overshadowed by Leo, who was gifted in the arts. This drove a wedge between her and Leo, as Aurelia felt her new parents loved Leo more than her.
At 19, Aurelia would join the Spade Pirates alongside Blanchette. She saw it as a chance to make her parents proud by becoming the richest pirates in the world. Her dream is to accumulate enough treasure that she can sell it for money and use her earnings to provide for her family.
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murderandcoffee · 8 months
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josie's ocs part 1: the king's daughter trilogy (tkd)
context: a fantasy trilogy following the heir of a kingdom as she deals with war, loss, and ancient evil (there's a lot more than that but I'll spare you the lecture lmao)
MAIN CHARACTERS:
Caitriona "Cait" Câer
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she/her, aquarius, fae/shifter/human
heir to the Northern kingdom of Marel (her parents' only surviving child)
a talented shifter, but lost her ability to use fae magic after the traumatic incident that killed her mother and left her physically disabled
very guarded and cold to those she doesn't know, but cares deeply about the people she lets in
likes/good at: languages, combat, shifting, botany
dislikes/bad at: playing instruments, magic, art, writing (her disability mainly affects her fine motor skills in her hands, so she hates tasks that require them), bears, being referred to as a "princess"
best friend: Theo
romantic interest: Nix
roommate: Analei
guard: Toby
Fenix "Nix" Khalleran
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they/them, virgo, giant/human
heir to the Khalleran Clan, a roaming clan of (mostly) giants in the Northern kingdom, but was raised by their aunt and uncle in the Southern kingdom after the Clan was attacked and their twin died
was forced to avoid all mention of their heritage while in the South because their aunt feared the danger their connection to the Khalleran Clan could put her children in
warm and upbeat, but nervous--they grew up rather sheltered, and are unsure of themself and their place in the world; despite this, they are open to new experiences and love meeting new people
likes/good at: pottery, biology, combat, adventure, travel, cold weather
dislikes/bad at: standing up for themself, fire, disappointing people, lying
romantic interest: Cait
Theodosius "Theo" Wren
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he/him, cancer, human/fae
raised in academia by his single mother, who is a professor at the academy that he, cait, nix, and analei all attend
has an autoimmune disorder, so he's sick a lot (he's used to it, it's just an annoyance to him for the most part)
nerdy and excitable--boy is very adhd. he could talk for days about the things he's passionate about, but also loves to listen to other people talk about their passions
likes/good at: history, dragons and their care, astronomy, calligraphy
dislikes/bad at: learning languages (he tries, but he's just not good at it lol), being cold, headaches and nausea, magic, combat
best friend: Cait
Tobias "Toby" Fischer
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he/him, capricorn, human
orphaned shortly after he was born, but was taken in (and basically raised by) Cait's mom; he's 9 years older than Cait, and is her older brother in every way except biologically
swore his life to Cait when she was born, and has been her personal guard ever since he was old enough to take on the role
stoic and stony on the outside, but loving and soft on the inside. he's a golden retriever in a doberman/mastiff's body (babies--both human and animal--make him cry)
likes/good at: horses, combat, anti-magic (the ability that some humans have which can block/shut down fae magic), history, his husband, dragons
dislikes/bad at: trusting other people to protect Cait, drama
charge: Cait
Analei Dûr
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she/her, taurus, human/shifter
princess of the Eastern kingdom of Marel (her older brother, the prince, died when she was a teenager, so she is the heir to the throne now)
has known Cait since they were both young; the two are surprisingly close friends, despite their wildly different personalities
extremely feminine, outgoing, and flirtatious--adores being the center of attention. she is also very calculated and observant, though very few see that side of her (she exaggerates the ditzy flirt side of her personality to use it as a façade)
likes/good at: the color pink, singing, parties, cool rocks, jewelry and fashion, history
dislikes/bad at: getting her hands dirty, getting her clothes dirty, talking about her brother, anti-magic, learning tonal languages
roommate: Cait
OKAY THAT'S THE MAIN CAST (of book 1... lmao)
there's a lot more about them, but those are quick profiles! if you have any questions about them or anything else, ask away! I love talking about them <3
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frost-queen · 2 years
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Glorious purpose (Reader x Loki Laufeyson)
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“Y/n with me!” – you jumped up from the chair behind your desk. Mobius walking past you firmly, raising his finger up for you to hoist yourself up. Your eyes rushed over your desk, thinking if you needed to take anything with you. Grabbing a pen incase you needed one. Mobius had already walked to the door, waiting there for you. Brushing some lost hairs behind your ear, walked you firmly and hastily towards him. Your feet almost gliding over the floor. Mobius opened the door for you, letting you walk out under his arm. The door shut from itself, Mobius coming to walk beside you. – “May I ask what this is about, Sir?” – asked you genuine. 
Mobius curled up a smile. – “Mobius, Y/n… Mobius.” – replied he, making you nod with the bow of your head. You kept forgetting to call him informal by his name. Mobius was the only one that let you. The others preferred to be addressed formal at the TVA. – “It’s about our new variant.” – said he after some silence. Both of you took a turn, heading into another corridor. – “You mean Mister Laufeyson?” – you wanted to be sure. Mobius nodded with a deep hum. Swallowing nervously, prepared you, yourself. You had never met the God in person, although you had heard the story’s. Seen his path. You knew everything about him, except for who he truly was… deep inside.
Mobius and you took another turn, heading towards a room you were very familiar with. You felt your heart beat faster with ever step you took closer to the room. Knowing the God of mischief himself was beyond that door. Rubbing your hands together, you hoped they would sweat less. What if he truly was like you had seen. Would he trick you? Not that it was capable at the TVA, but perhaps he had his ways. Afraid of what would lay beyond the door, paused you. Taking in a deep breath, you needed a moment to reassure yourself. You weren’t very good with first impressions. Talking to strangers scared you. As a natural shy person was it terrifying to engage with people first. 
Mobius quirked his eyebrow up, noticing you had disappeared from his side. Looking behind him, saw he you standing there. A bit lost in the corridor. Your hands folded neatly before you, whilst he could see your fingers trembling a bit. Mobius took a deep breath, walking back to you. You gasped surprised when he took your trembling hand. – “Take a deep breath and only focus on me… I’m not going to let you do things you don’t like.” – Mobius had such a way of showing empathy.
He knew you so well, cared for you in a way a mentor cared for his pupil. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes briefly. You then slightly nodded, opening your eyes. Mobius showed you a smile, reassuring you. With a comforting squeeze in your hand, felt you your strength return. You nodded again to reassure yourself to continue. Walking beside Mobius, you walked up to the door. With one last comforting smile of Mobius, opened the door. You let Mobius walk in first, you following quietly behind him. There he sat, Loki, God of Mischief. His arms crossed as he leaned back in his chair. He noticed Mobius as he came sitting before him. You shuffled quietly to a place behind Mobius, close to the walls. Loki looked directly at you, making you swallow nervously, bopping your head down. 
You didn’t like the attention of someone staring at you. It made you all shy and nervous. – “Who is she?” – you heard Loki ask, his voice deep yet warm and somehow comforting. Something you had not intended to feel. Mobius answered without looking over his shoulder to you. – “She works with me.” – said he, opening the file that laid before him. – “I got a set of questions for you, you answer them honestly and then maybe I can give you something you want?” – started Mobius, observing Loki’s body language closely. – “You want to get out of here, right?” – Loki tilted his head curiously to the side at that. Mobius would hum loud continuing to speak. – “Yeah, so we’ll start there.”
“Should you return what are you going to do?” – Asked Mobius. Loki seemed to take a deep breath, looking away from Mobius for a brief moment. – “Finish what I started.” – answered he, letting his eyes go over to you. You looked away, focusing on Mobius’s back instead. – “Which is?” – stated Mobius, looking briefly at the file before him. – “Claim my throne.” – said Loki on a slightly grumpy tone. – “You want to be king?” – questioned Mobius, quirking his eyebrow up. – “I don’t want to be, I was born to be.” – called Loki out annoyed. – “No, no, no king of what exactly!” – asked Mobius in return. Loki puffed annoyed, shaking his head. – “You wouldn’t understand.” – you turned your gaze back at Loki curiously. – “Try me.” – said Mobius, making Loki slam his hand against the table. – “What kind of questions are these?” – insisted he on knowing. – “To what purpose do they matter?” – called he out angry. 
Mobius leaned a bit back, holding his hands up. – “They are just a set of questions.” – repeated he calmly. – “Well I don’t like them.” – fought Loki back. His eyes went towards you, resting on you for a moment. – “I want her to interrogate me.” – pointed he out. Mobius immediately shook his head. – “I interrogate you, not her.” – replied he back. Loki came leaning in closer to the table, resting his hand on it. – “You want my honesty? Then I speak with her.” – firmly stated he, his gaze stern on Mobius. Mobius swallowed, looking over his shoulder to you. He saw how grand your eyes stood with fright. Not because you were scared of him, but because speaking to strangers made you shy.
Then again Loki wasn’t truly a stranger. You had observed his life path for a very long time now. You knew so much about him; one could call him your friend. – “Not a chance.” – called Mobius out, closing the file before him. He got up, making sure his tie rested against his chest with a gentle hand. – “I’ll see you again tomorrow.” – said Mobius, turning his back to Loki. Mobius walked towards the door, motioning to you to follow him. You moved, walking over to him. – “Sir... Mobius.” – corrected you, yourself quickly after a glance of Mobius. – “Let me try.” – said you to his surprise. Mobius gaped a bit at you in shock. 
He was not familiar with you in this way. – “Are you sure Y/n? I know…” – started he. You nodded, resting your hand on his arm. – “I know…” – sighed you out, looking over your shoulder to him. Loki seemed to genuine pay attention to what you might be discussing. – “I have to get over my fear somehow… besides he does not form a threat here.” – Mobius exhaled deep, moving his hand to his hip. – “If you are certain…” – spoke he out. You nodded firmly. Mobius breathed out deep, handing you over the file. You accepted it, taking a deep breath yourself. Turning around, saw you him sit there silently. Waiting for you to approach him. – “I will be close-by.” – whispered Mobius before disappearing to the background.
You approached Loki with shaking legs. With trembling hands shoved you the chair back to seat yourself down. – “Mister Laufeyson.” – said you shyly. Loki chuckled briefly, leaning in closer, both his arms resting on the table. – “Please call me Loki.” – insisted he. You nodded, opening the casefile with shaking hands. Loki noticed it that your movement was slower and more hesitant then Mobius’s. He leaned back, giving you some more space. He observed you closely, wondering if it was something in his nature that was frightening you. – “Lets… lets… pick up where Mobius ended…” – spoke you with a tremble in your voice. – “What would you do… after…” – you looked up to him, swallowing nervously. 
With burning up cheeks, looked you down at the casefile. Trying steady your breathing and your voice. – “After you claim the… your throne…” – asked you nervously. You took the pen, your hand shaking tremendously. – “I’m sorry…” – said you, placing your other hand on top of it, to cover it up. – “I…I…I’m not… good in conversations…” – informed you him. Loki breathed out short, finally understanding. You weren’t frightened of him. You were simply shy into having first contact with someone. It made him smile, grateful that you didn’t feared him. Loki came leaning forwards again, Mobius taking a step closer to you behind your back.
“What is your name?” – asked he to your surprise. – “Y/n….” – stumbled you out. He curled up a smile, delighted to hear your name. – “I am terribly sorry.” – said you, moving your trembling hands underneath the table. Loki noticed your fears, soothing his expression towards you. – “There is nothing to apologize for Y/n. I assure you.” – Mobius paused, raising his eyebrow at how gallantly Loki was towards you. – “You wanted to know what I would do after I claim my throne?” – repeated he your question. You nodded. – “Midgard.” – confessed he. – “You mean earth?” – rephrased you, seeing him nod. – “What would you do with Midgard?” – asked you, feeling your strength and voice slowly return. 
Loki chuckled briefly as deep down you already knew the answer. – “You want to rule them? What then? After Midgard, what are your ambitions then?” – you shyly looked away, feeling slightly embarrassed to ask, but you had to. You could just feel Mobius observing you like a hawk from afar. Making sure he could interfere whenever he needed. Loki folded his hands together on the desk, nibbling at his lip a bit thoughtfully. – “Space?” – suggested you. It made Loki quirk up his head to you. – “Space is awfully big.” – continued you. Loki chuckled at how easily your behavior had started to change. You had been in the same room with him for quite a while now, slowly easing up to him.
Loki spread his hands, smiling cunningly at you. You hummed thoughtfully. – “What?” – asked Loki, intrigued by your small gesture. – “Nothing…” – whispered you out, leaning back in your chair. – “You have an opinion…” – stated he, narrowing one eye at you with a frown. – “I do not.” – replied you, staring at him with a slight tilt of your head. – “Yes, you do!” – called he out, folding his hands back together on the table. – “I do not.” – repeated you. – “You think you know me?” – questioned Loki, raising his eyebrow at you. – “Not entirely…” – confessed you. It would be strange to lie, since you truly didn’t know him that well. The only one that truly understood Loki was… Loki. – “It just seems lonely…” – said you, looking at the wall. 
Loki frowned at your choice of words. – “Claiming kingdom after kingdom… is that truly your…” – started you, Loki finishing your sentence. – “Glorious purpose.” – you smiled at that. – “Imagine you have succeeded your glorious purpose what then?” – Loki thought, clearly never or almost never having to think further then it. – “There is a verse I remember from a long time ago. The richest men are the loneliest.” – Loki scoffed at that, clearly not amused. – “Am I wrong? What would a rich and powerful man… God have then his crown. It’s like in all the great stories about Kings and Queens. They suffer from loneliness, all the things they had to sacrifice for their glorious purpose.” – you re-used Loki’s words to make it more meaningful.
Mobius was impressed by how you approached the God of mischief. He seemed to genuine care about what you were saying, taking it all in. – “Is that truly the life you wish upon yourself?” – Loki pressed his lips together, looking away. You had struck him. Hard where it hurt the most. If he had to be honest it had become lonely. Over the years had he pushed away so many people by betrayal. He wasn’t sure for how much longer they would stick around. Would he truly over the course of time end up alone. Was that what is intended for him. To be forever alone. You noticed the struggle within himself, reaching your hand out to him.
“I did not say those things to insult you Loki.” – confessed you. Loki’s gaze went up to you, the corner of his eyes watery. – “I know…” – replied he, moving one hand from underneath yours to lay on top. Mobius gaped curious at what was happening before him. Loki and you gazed at each other with understanding. Understanding of one another. Mobius approached you, nudging you quietly. You removed your hand from Loki’s. – “It is time, Y/n.” – whispered Mobius to you. You nodded getting up. Mobius closed the file, picking it up. Loki looked up to you, breathing in deep as he wiped the corner of his eye quickly dry.
“Will you return?” – asked he, gazing hopefully at you. You let your eyes go over to Mobius, seeking his approval. He slowly nodded with a smile. – “You are not yet rid of me Loki.” – said you with a smile. Loki smiled back. Mobius placed his hand on your back, leading you outside. Two men entered, coming to take Loki. In the corridor took you a deep breath. – “I am impressed Y/n.” – spoke Mobius, resting his hand on your shoulder. – “You truly connected with Loki there…I am proud of you.” – your entire body felt like shaking as you pressed your palms against your cheeks. – “I feel like I can collapse.” – confessed you, feeling the rush of earlier leave your body. 
You couldn’t believe you actually dared to say so many things to him. It was like Loki made it easier for you to feel less shy. The two men walked by with Loki. You swallowed looking at Loki as he smiled at you. A certain new sparkle in his eyes when your gaze met his.  
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nixiegenesis · 2 years
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I commissioned the amazingly talented @mooreaux to paint the Triton I’m playing in the current D&D campaign I’m DMing. I am SO pleased with how he turned out, so freaking pretty and SHINY. He’s perfect! Marel was a warlock of the Great Old One before he was freed of his pact, one made in desperation as he was dying. Now, having learned he is a Watcher of the people and is a Prismatic Soul, he’s learning a new path. He’s a good, soft boy who will always help those in need, even at great cost to himself. With Aegeus, @acommonanomaly ‘s Tiefling and Marel’s soulmate by his side, he’s grown so much and found his inner strength. Together they’re gonna overthrow some scumbags with their party and then go live a peaceful life on their farm (with lots of piglets!) and their adopted kiddos!
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As part of @dagiftexchange I drew @tevivinter 's amazing characters and their LIs: Marel Lavellan x Dorian and Darya Aeducan x Zevran. I really liked drawing them and reading about them!
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16, 27, and/or 43 for the kissies (smoocha u basard)
REALLY OLD KISS MEME ANSWER??? REALLY OLD KISS MEME ANSWER
here we go u get two bc im tired of sitting on it
my characters include Marelle Faucheax (DA: I), and Rat (DmC)
16. One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person.
Marelle lounged in bed, her hand over her eyes “Briala,” she whined, curling up into herself under the covers, “if the lady of the house asks for one more thing tonight, you shall refuse.” Her nose scrunched in distaste, warping her scar across the bridge of the nose.
Briala smiled a tired smile, lifting the covers to lay beside her. “I gave the lady her tea. She won’t be awake any more tonight.”
“Oh?” She parted her fingers slightly, just enough to peek at Briala.
“I gave her the good tea, my love.”
“With the sleeping powder.” Marelle’s lips twitched, fighting a smile, but she held her expression. “Still. She will be awake tomorrow and a holy terror besides. I hate this woman.”
“Another week, my love, then we return to Celene’s household.” Briala pressed a kiss to the corner of her lover’s mouth. Marelle rolled away from her, the smile harder to hide.
“No. I wish to pout.”
“You can’t. As the head of the servants, I demand you don’t.” She kissed her neck.
Marelle wormed away, using her free hand to push at Briala lightly. “Bribri, I’m sulking!”
“No you’re not, I see that smile.” She took her hands, both of them, lacing their fingers together and maneuvered to straddle her. Marelle’s blue eyes glittered in the lamplight, far from upset, and her nose had settled. But still she did not smile. “Please, my love? For me?” Briala asked, leaning down. Her lips barely touched Marelle’s.
“Ask me again,” she murmured.
Instead, Briala closed the distance between them. This time, Marelle’s lips did curve upward, and she let them. One of her hands loosened from Briala’s grip and laid against the side of her face, her thumb stroking her cheek.
Dimly, Briala wondered why Celene never kissed her like that, but pushed it away. After all, they still had a week in Cordille’s household. A week to give Marelle her undivided attention.
27. Kisses exchanged while one person sits on the other’s lap.
i had no ideas. sue me.
43. A kiss pressed to the top of the head.
Rat slept fitfully. Though they were out of Vergil's house for good, their time there had left its marks. Especially as of late. The newly-minted angel curled around on themself, squishing small to take up less space.
V frowned, looking up from his reading. Phineas had wanted a speech prepared for Rat, something to announce them and lift the world's spirit after Vergil’s initial display with them. Their wrists still bore the scars from their shackles, worse even than Dante’s.
V set his notes aside and left the table. He crouched near Rat, curled up on a blanket in the floor. They'd insisted they hadn't needed anything special, that they'd lived this way all their life and could continue to do so. V leaned down, unsure of what exactly he was going to do, but he hated seeing Rat frighten so in their sleep. Especially knowing that it was more or less his fault. He had brought his cousin to see their father, despite his better judgment. And he left Rat to deal with the consequences… Rat, his first and oldest friend. Rat, who had put their life on the line many a time for his. Rat, who went along with his fool schemes time and again, and made the best of it besides.
Before he knew it, his palm was on their head, and they relaxed in their sleep. Any other time, they'd have sprung awake, but their body was still healing after being Vergil's prisoner. One of their wings twitched. He smiled, withdrawing his hand. Then, hesitant, he leaned further down to press a light kiss to the top of their head.
Despite the wings, despite the loss of one of their horns and lots of their fur, they were still Rat. His Rat. The thought of them as his still had different connotations now, and he wondered what they wanted. What they would want out of life when his father was defeated.
He only hoped he could stay part of it.
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