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ormymarius · 3 months
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no other cbm man can serve as hard as Patrick Wilson did as Orm
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r-aindr0p · 4 months
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Messy doodle dump of my twst non yuu ocs, there’s two that I havent shown before. Mainly did this to have one approximate ref sheet instead of many scattered here and there.
The ones with no family names are not twisted from any character, just guys
And the python vibin at diasomnia in his uh, own ways
More useless info on some of them :
Jean doesn’t seem to be able to grow his hair nice and long
Knows Verdant and Marius from primary school
He’s a rowdy guy but since he’s at heartslabyul he has been behaving (thanks Riddle)
Yes Leona does absolutely ignore him, Jean’s even more of an annoying cub than cheka mentally sometimes
Aak is probably the tallest student if malleus’ dragon form is not taken into account
His useless talent is he can swallow swords
Has bitten many students for funsies (tweels included)
Is a python, thus, a great swimmer in snake form
Verdant is just a lil guy who is eager to be of service
Marius mainly sneaks out of RSA to check on Verdant since Jean used to pick on the lil snake
Michel is a salty guy, probably not as salty as Rollo but not far
Petty with anyone really
Is a fae, his parents are weirdly obsessed with humans and live in fleur city and do just as them, using magic scarcely.
They wanted their son to have his ears changed to appear human like they did but Michel refused and pursued his studies as a mage.
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chaoticmannamedoliver · 4 months
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Felt like drawing marius, but it didn't turn out how i hoped.
Though i changed how i draw hair? At least im trying to, and i used a different eye shape as well.
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cupcakesmoothie · 7 months
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When you realise you haven't done your daily tasks:
2:50 am, Marius' art studio:
MC: Slams open the door*
Marius: Almost ruins painting* "E-eh? Jiejie, what-?"
MC: Aggressively ruffles his hair, leaves*
Marius: ???
Also Marius: Affection +1000
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dropitdoeeyes · 6 months
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Yeaahh sorry about your boyfriend. We reduced him to one single silly goofy aspect about his personality and turned him into a walking shitpost. Yeahh. Sorryy.
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apoptoses · 1 year
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Marius is a jerk, Marius is terrible, blah blah- whatever, have you also considered that Marius is kind of a goober?
Like this is a man who:
invited people over for parties but instead of interacting with them sat in a corner painting the wall
threw food out the window of a ship with Avicus and Mael as they laughed like frat boys on a booze cruise
upon discovering his mind powers, orchestrated a meetup in the backyard with Avicus and Mael so he could try setting multiple rats on fire and exploding them with his mind
had a meltdown because his art wasn’t good enough
had a meltdown because his art was too good
got so horny for Botticelli, a man he’d spoken to once at that point, that he dramatically roamed the streets of Florence in such agony over whether or not to turn him that two baby vampires came and found him and were like ‘dude what’s your deal leave him alone’
walked the streets of Venice searching people’s minds to see if they thought he was hot and then strutted around preening when they did
ordered every single item of clothing in his wardrobe in red (which was totally fucking weird for the 15th century) just because it was his favorite color and then proceeded to walk around like some renaissance version of Clifford the Big Red Dog
flew back and forth between Venice and Florence for days so he could perfect his fanart of Procession of the Magi
got so horny for Bianca he roamed the countryside whining and, I quote, “sometimes pounding my forehead with the heels of my palms”
slapped on as much foundation as a teenager in 2008 with a pot of Dream Matte Mousse and was positively tickled when it settled into his wrinkles
And then after all of this goes home to write in his journal like “dear diary, it’s me, Marius, reminding myself that though I might look hot, smell good, and dress like a cashmere velvet candy cane, I am evil and I should feel bad.”
Like babes...you sure you’re not catholic? Because that is lot of guilt you have there, you big old weirdo. Get therapy.
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rocksanddeadflowers · 5 months
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Been thinking about applying the myth where Thor has to pretend to be a giants bride to get his hammer back (you know the one, right??) to the TBI characters. Doubt I'll write it out but I have SO MANY THOUGHTS ON IT. My main thought atm being that, from what I remember, Heimdall was the first person to suggest Thor cross dress. Which is just. The excuse to right out Heimdall's involvement is almost as enticing as getting to write out Tyr. He's just. So silly to me. But so badass. I love him.
I can see everyone in the TBI setting at some grand meeting table for the Aesir (and co.) with Thor freaking out about his poor hammer (which, yes seems tricky to write in TBI context but. We'll just patch that plothole it with something later, I have a loose thread idea or two.), Freya desperately trying to avoid involvement in the entire debacle, Loki concerned but still trying not to giggle at the absurdity while Sigyn kicks her under the table to tell her to stop laughing. Heimdall leans over the table towards Thor, trying to remain stoic but his small smirk and gold eyes glittering with Loki approved mischief somewhat gives him away as he suggests, "If we don't want to risk our dear stunning lady here, and you need your hammer back, why don't you be Freya?"
Loki loses it laughing and most of the table can't help but laugh or giggle quietly, including Sigyn. Thor is immediately against the idea, but Loki is already signing up to be his handmaiden in between gasps of giggles (because she would never miss out on such good mischief), and really the idea is such a hit that Thor is sorely outvoted.
The story is still brought up for years to come, typically for a laugh at Thor's expensive. Still no one could deny he looked damn good in that dress.
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On my last weekly obligatory listening to the Les Mis 10th anniversary concert, this moment really stuck out to me.
Just listen to Colm sing the 'a heart full of love' line.
I don't know how he does it. But WOW. This is so beautiful.
I don't know how I missed it before. This might be my new favorite moment of the whole show
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gojosatoruwifey · 5 months
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y'know i was really in a bad mood a few seconds ago and im telling you IT DISSIPATED ONCE I SAW THIS MARIUS
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hyperfixationstation1 · 3 months
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Nick Jonas as Marius 🤨 I’m not sure about tha-
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romanticizingmurder · 3 months
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sjlhgads the post you just made about the qotd reunion and the tension between them actually ties in so well to what you said yesterday about their sort of opposite/reflected religious trauma around the caves & Akasha!! I think about this so much because like, I always think Marius was too afraid to try to rescue him from the cult because they have such a MASSIVE barrier between them wrt their different religious traumas. And I think it just makes everything so awkward in the present. Not that they don't still want each other but that they have so much shit to talk about before they can get there and it's so uncomfortable!!! idk if this makes sense lol but both of those posts you made had me thinking of this same quality I see in them!
Yes yes yes!!! Something I find fascinating but never know exactly how to word is like...to what extant Marius's own religious trauma, both with Akasha and the druids, plays into his relationship with Armand.
They both sunk their life into worship without reward, they both were kidnapped and forced into a cult, but Marius doesn't deal with what happened and I think his reaction to Armand's own religious is in part difficulties is him not wanting to address what those traumas mean for Armand - because if he did, what does it mean for him?
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ormymarius · 11 months
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remembered non-binary orm is practically canon, you can’t tell me otherwise
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magic-glasses · 2 months
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I’m way late to the party but I finally watched aquaman 2 and honestly? It was straight ASSCHEEKS bro. Orm was my favorite part of the whole movie, and I’m not even surprised bc he was my fav in the first movie 😭
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carmillatism · 3 months
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do y'all ever have a ship name where it's just two characters but like one of the characters is a "man", and the other isn't, so you're required by law to put the man last? yeah, that's me about raphmarius.
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chasing-caws · 4 months
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Orm deserves love and to love and to hold someone and to be held to be able to rely on someone and have someone rely on him he deserves everything fuck Orvax for abusing him and fuck Atlanna for abandoning him
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ruvviks · 7 months
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it took me Several Tries to send this ask bc i forgor their names again. BUT 3 & 41 for artyom and sascha!!!
COMFORT FOOD [x] characters >> artyom mikhaylov (oc), callinan tain (oc), sascha kovalevsky (oc) context >> date unknown; the party is visiting myvetal in the west of scayrius, initially there to help out an old friend but now working for archmage marius jahal, whose true intentions have yet to reveal themselves total >> 1.2k words warnings >> food, paranoia
‘Artyom? We’re back!’
Lorelei’s warm voice echoed through the large entrance hall of the house the party had been calling home over the last few months. A much fancier place than any of them were used to– most of their visits to other towns ended with them seeking shelter in the nearest inn they could find or setting up camp in a nearby field– but it was a welcomed break from the leaky ceilings and creaky wooden floorboards they had grown used to ever since they had started traveling together.
Sascha took off his overcoat and tossed it over the back of a dining chair, smiling as he watched Berry and Teacup dart back outside to run around in the rain. It had been going for a while now; not out of the ordinary for the time of year, and he knew from his studies the fields surrounding town could easily turn into a marsh until the heavy precipitation period was over.
They were staying in Myvetal, the largest city in the west of Scayrius. With its cobbled roads, narrow alleyways and tall houses it was surprisingly similar to Zarevsk and Neryugrad back at home– save for some cultural aspects and the significant lack of steep hills and raised districts, that was. A densely populated center with shops and taverns scattered about, small marketplaces creating cozy neighborhoods within the central district and even at the edge of town, where their house could be found, it was still busy enough to feel like you were right in the middle of it.
But despite the similarities to his home country, Sascha did not like it there.
Perhaps it was the way people stared at him, whenever he was outside. He was familiar enough with it to not let it get to him on most days, but the feeling of eyes on his back burning holes through the back of his skull haunted him like the presence of his patron, a dark shadow hanging over him and unwillingly keeping him alert for danger that was not even there.
Or perhaps it was the business they had stumbled into by accident, the second they had arrived in town. Receiving jobs from an archmage of all possibilities– Marius Jahal, one of the most important men of town if not the whole country– without clear understanding why they had to do any of what he was asking from them in the first place.
Sascha did not trust the man. He trusted Lorelei and Vatha’s judgment, of course; and if they did not question Marius then neither should he, and generally speaking the jobs they’d done so far had gone well and he had no reason to believe they were unknowingly on the wrong side of a conflict.
It was mainly the mage’s interest in Artyom that bothered him. The way he tried to get closer to him, to get a look at his research– his offers to become Artyom’s mentor, to help him with his thesis. None of it sat right with Sascha at all, and while he did not have the best intuition in the world the bad feeling gnawing at him from within was enough to make the hairs on his arms stand up straight every time he thought a little too long about it.
‘Oh, you are all soaked. Weather that bad outside?’
Artyom’s voice dragged Sascha out of his thoughts and he looked up to see his partner stand in the doorway of the kitchen, leaning against the post with a crooked smile on his face. He waved him over and when Sascha got within reach he gently brushed some of the wet strands of hair stuck to his forehead out of his face and pressed a kiss on his temple.
He had stayed home that day. On Sascha’s request; Artyom had been studying the days away in Marius’ tower for the past week and had barely gotten any rest in between, and to take him along to exterminate a whole nest of ghouls holed up in one of the city’s warehouses would have been far from the brightest idea.
‘Everything went well here while we were away?’ Sascha asked, smiling softly as he allowed Artyom to wrap his arms around his waist and kiss the corner of his mouth.
‘I should be the one asking you that,’ was the answer, followed by another kiss on his cheek. ‘But yes, yes– all is well. No visitors, no trouble. I made dinner.’
‘Hmm– it smells lovely.’
‘Come on, of course it does. I made it.’
Artyom’s confidence had to be one of the most charming things about him to Sascha. And he was right, too– Artyom’s cooking was the best of all of them without a single doubt, and possibly the best food Sascha had ever eaten in his whole life.
‘What did you make?’ he asked, taking Artyom’s hand and allowing him to drag him into the kitchen where Callinan was already peering into one of the pans on the fire. He hadn’t even needed to ask; was able to tell from smell alone it was a wolf roast with honey and glazed onions, with baby potatoes and asparagus on the side. A meal that had been his comfort food for many years now– and considering they had known each other since the age of 12, of course Artyom knew about that.
‘You said we were having stew today!’ Callinan dramatically pointed out, the disappointment in their voice obviously fake and they only barely managed to dodge Artyom’s incoming swatting hand with a suppressed smile on their face. ‘I trusted you!’
‘That was your first mistake,’ Artyom playfully replied, managing to land a hit on Callinan’s wrist and effectively stopping them from trying to taste some of the still simmering sauce. ‘No, butcher had fresh meats in so I changed plans. We will have stew tomorrow.’
‘Well alright. Holding you to it.’
‘You are welcome to do so.’
Sascha stopped paying attention halfway through the conversation, leaning back into the furniture as he watched Artyom douse the fire with a single flick of his wrist and Callinan take out plates and utensils to set the table. The quiet moments were always his favorite; no danger lurking around the corner, just him and his friends in the safety and comfort of their own space finally getting the rest they deserved.
And perhaps one day his whole life could be quiet moments such as that. He was still young, of course– but with everything happening in the world, the unexplained rifts they had continued to run into, and Cthulhu’s influence gnawing away at his entire being, the thought of settling down brought him comfort like nothing else could.
His gaze wandered to the window and his eyes locked onto the dark storm clouds hanging above their heads. He could feel something tightening deep within his stomach– as if he was hungry, starving, and despite it being around dinnertime he knew very well that the hunger wasn’t his, and no meal would be able to sate it either.
A flash of lightning startled him, and he suddenly realized he was left alone in the kitchen.
For a second he could’ve sworn he saw the silhouette of a tentacle reaching out of the sky.
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