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yellowmagicalgirl · 5 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤️❤️❤️!!

Hi, anon. I know you sent this years ago. Sorry for the wait; I kept on freezing up because how could I choose a favorite; would you ask a parent to pick their favorite child? If you're still there, I hope you enjoy these.

Destiny's Pawn | Tales of Arcadia | Rated M for blood, dissociation, and panic attacks | 19k | Krexie with background ships | Douxie wants to never meet his soulmate. Krel isn't about to go searching for his own soulmate. Despite not realizing the meaning behind the names on their wrists, they meet anyways. | Reccing because this is the longest work I've ever written. It was a labor of love for an at-the-time crackship featuring two characters who had never interacted, and one of those characters didn't have a canon personality yet. This is also the longest fic I've ever written.

But I Don't Look Good in Green (So I Must Surrender to You) | Original Work | Rated G | 1.2k | Court Sorceress/Hedge Witch | Adelina the court sorceress is trying to study before the ball, but Elsy the newly hired hedge witch just has to interrupt Adelina's plans. | Reccing this because I had so much fun while writing this.

A Burning Helm | Khyber Shards | Rated T for referenced mercy killing | 1.4k | Gen | Ari, Shade, Esri, and Pog once more face a dangerous masked enemy. On a different note, Thora is missing. | Reccing this because I started an entire fandom tag through this fic now if only someone else would write for this fandom so I can read a fic for these characters without having to write it first /lighthearted

Juliet Dies in This | Tales of Arcadia | Rated T for death | 9k | Mostly gen, with one jlaire-focused chapter | Claire sealed herself in the Shadow Realm with Morgana in order to save the world. These are five ways her sacrifice is mourned, and one way the events of her life are celebrated. | Reccing this because this is one of the few multichaps I have ever completed instead of spiralling.

Dazzling Jade | Original Work | Rated G | 1.3k | Magical Girl/Dark Magical Girl Rival | As Orchid Dazzler, you fight a ballerina with your rapier. As Julie Flessel, you awkwardly try to flirt with the ballerina in your English class. | Reccing this because this fic made me realize that I actually like second person. Help. Harrow the Ninth rewrote my brain, I think.

#my writing #krexie #tales of arcadia #original fiction #my oc's #khyber shards #eberron #thora tavin d'tarkanan #claire nuñez #juliet dies; life continues #when fate plays chess #answered ask #anonymous

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blossom-blur · 3 months

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My Mario Ocs's Voices 🍄⭐

Everette's Voice would be Akane/Kelsey from Smile Precure/Glitter Force.

Thora's Voice would be a little like Nami from One Piece.

Shizuka's Voice would be a little like Nico Robin from One Piece.

Or like Reika/Chloe from SmilePrecure/Glitter Force.

Neo's Voice would be like Tony Tony Chopper from One Piece.

#everette #thora #shizuka #neo the monkey #my characters #my character's voices #super mario ocs #super mario oc #nintendo ocs

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mochi-can-draw · 10 months

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thora's birthday today. technically. everlasting fantasy-british vampire queen

#my ocs #my art #original character #my oc #artists on tumblr #character:thora #universe:afterdark #yes. i draw my characters essentially the same every year.#its because i have yet to give them plot.#thoras hair... is a mystery......

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queenaeducan · 15 days

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15 Lines of Dialogue: Thora Cadash

Thank you for the tag, @ammoniteflesh! Despite my bgposting, Ophelia doesn't have enough dialogue yet for me to feel like I could use her for this scene. These will be from fic and roleplay (including WIPs)

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Tagging: @valorcorrupt, @shinyumbreonv, @nomorecaffeineforyou, @kazamajun

"Just in this age, dwarves have invented smokeless forges and– machines, just powered by hot air. My people can do more than just imagine a world beyond the physical… they make it real."

"I can’t stuff my face and not offer you any. My mother raised me better than that."

"You can seal up the edges with gold, it adds character, tells a story. Like… gilded history."

"All I know is I kept walking, miles after I wanted to stop. Maybe it was the Maker that kept me going… maybe it was just me."

"Once, someone made a choice, and that choice meant I was born up there, and not down here. I used to think maybe I hated them for it, since then I’ve made enough hard choices to at least give them the benefit of the doubt, but whatever their reasons: who they were is who I am."

"It’s family, Solas. Disappointment comes with the territory. Good or bad, though, I need answers."

"My mama taught me the meaning of the word ‘hospitality,’ Master Tethras."

"I suppose that depends on if you think being normal is something to be proud of."

"I know about a dozen Shayles. It’s one of those names that kinda runs in the family. It makes for confusing family reunions."

"I could teach him how to play cards, how to hide a dagger in your sleeve, y’know? Couldn’t answer those big questions."

"Y’know, no matter how hard you hug me, my ancestors aren’t gonna feel it."

"They have a whole table of hors d'oeuvres, but half the people here are wearing masks over their mouths. Who’s eating them?"

"If there’s anywhere he can earn forgiveness from the Maker it’s here. Maybe it’s cliché, but Skyhold has always felt like a place for second chances. I’ve felt that way ever since you brought us here."

"It's better to let Solas know something, it lets him think he knows everything. It was the best way to beat him in a game of cards."

"Yeah, but I never wanted to be Herald of Andraste when I was growing up. I would’ve settled for a Chantry Sister."

If you think she sounds neat she has a series of fics hosted here. :)

#thora cadash #dash meme #my writing #i miss herrrrr. doing this reminds me that i should upload all her banter to ao3 #+ lil fics abt her sibs etc

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art-by-moosie · 2 years

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At long last, Thora and Death Dance are done!

This piece...gave me trouble right from the start, lol. I could go through and list everything that was a pain in the ass, but I'll just list one: Those gods-damned scales. Drawing them all was a pain. Inking them once was even more so. But having to ink them twice?

Sorry, Deathie. It might be a long time before I draw you again.

#art #my art #my ocs thora #fantasy #fantasy art #witch #half troll #witch and familiar #fantasy characters #fantasy ocs #traditional art #original art #mixed media traditional art #artists on tumblr #moosie's art

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missiemoosie · 2 years

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What has been your favorite scene to write in any fic?

Oh geeze, that's a hard one to answer! After thinking on it awhile, I've come to the conclusion that I have two that are tied for my favorite, though:

The first kiss between my half-troll oc, Thora, and Dagur the Deranged in my old HttYD fanfic. She was panicking because she was trying to distract Dagur while Hiccup, the twins, and their dragons were trying to sneakily go fishing...at the same time she and Dagur went for a walk on a beach. The distraction worked, but those three got good scoldings later xD

2. The scene where hobbit!Baylee slaps Thorin after he tried to throw Bilbo over the ramparts in Her Dreams Became Nightmares. I mean. It was emotionally painful to write, but at the same time, I had been looking forward to Baylee giving gold-sick Thorin a good smack for awhile xD

#ask a moose #thank you for asking~!#fanfic asks #my ocs Thora #my ocs hobbit baylee

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fizzydreamz · 4 months

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☞Art Masterlist ☜

Started December 31st, 2023

Last Edited April 14th, 2024

(Reminder that some of these are way older than others. I'm sure you'll be able to tell which ones are more recent.)

ℕ𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕝 𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕪

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

Humans

The King's First Design Attempt

Raiden Adamos and Lee Kallis

Griffin Evergeen

Official Design feat. The Queen

Charlotte Doan

Official Design feat. Griffin Evergreen

Zelda Whitlock

Digital Art for the First Time

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Mysticals

Anubis Thora

First Reveal w/ Zelda Whitlock

Silly Art + Facial Expressions

Smash or Pass?

Petra and Peter Oliver

Digital Rendering (WIP)

Marietta Enoka

Full Character Sheet

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Divine Oracles/Deities

Raeni and Raymond Brooks

First Design Reveal

Digital Art for the First Time

Alaric Sagespine

He just needs some hugs

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Vampires

Luther Ashdown and Gabriel

✧ Demons ✧

Eugene

First Design Reveal

Extra Art

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Angels

Gabriel

Gabriel, Uriel, Haniel

Gabriel and Luther Ashdown

Gabriel and Nacho (D&D)

Other Angels

Jophiel and Haniel

Micheal Yelling

Fully Colored Stickers!

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𝕊𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕪

Stellars

Killian

From Sketchbook to Digitial

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𝔼𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕒 𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 (𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕥 + 𝕆𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕆𝕔𝕤, 𝕖𝕥𝕔.)

Twst and Jojo's Drawings

Floyd Leech (Twst)

Chuki (Queen Shiba's Oc)

Rendering with ocs (First Attempt)

I think we're gonna have to kill this guy feat. Ezekiel Ableson and Marietta (My ocs)

Not Serious Oc Shirt Doodles (Adult Joke Warning on one of the shirts)

Touchstarved (Game) Mhin and Vere + Oc Art Dump

Estevan and Maxi Low Quality Ed.

Touchstarved (Game) Leander and Esetvan Low Quality

Splatoon Ocs (Captain 3 and Agent 4)

Splatoon Agents Eye Reveal (Captain and 4)

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𝕆𝕔𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕍𝕚𝕓𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝔸𝕟𝕚𝕞𝕖/𝕍𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕠-𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 (𝔽𝕦𝕟 𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤)

Luther Ashdown (oc) and Leone Abbacchio

Vinegar Doppio and Prince Emir

♥ All drawings and rightful ocs belong to FizzyDreamz ♥

#art masterlist #everything is organized now #fizzy’s ocs #oc masterlist

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we-are-only-halfway-home93 · 10 months

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Come and Lay the Roses 36- Angel of Mercy- [Ivar x OC]

Summary: Aaline and Ivar are finally reunited.

Characters: Ivar x OC, Bjorn x Torvi, Ubbe x Margrethe, Hvitserk x Thora, Sigurd x OC, Ragnar, Lagertha

Warnings: arranged marriage, violence, sex, torture, language, mentions of rape/sexual assault

Ch. 35

AN: Wow. It's been a long time. I've been thinking about this chapter for a long time and haven't been able to pin down why I waited so long to update. Part of me blames writer's block, part of me blames my schedule and timing, but the biggest thing I think that kept me from updating was that this would mean the end of this journey.

I came up with the idea for this story in May 2019 and after four years, it's finally finished. I don't think I was ready to end this journey and part with Aaline and the Lothbrok clan. I've been telling myself for weeks that I need to finish it and I've finally decided that I'm ready to end this journey.

I thank all of you who have stuck with me on this adventure.

“Angel of mercy, how did you find me? How did you pick me up again? Angel of mercy, how did you move me? Why am I on my feet again?”

~ “Mercy” by OneRepublic

She was warm. A marked difference from the last few weeks of her existence. She inhaled deeply and slowly, allowing the world to come back into focus. She blinked and surveyed the room she was in.

It was her room. Her and Ivar’s. The curtains were closed except for a six inch gap that allowed sunlight to stream in and light up the dim room. There was just enough to maneuver the room but not wake her.

She shifted and winced at the sharp pain that lanced through her back. It would’ve been gracious to call the bed she’d slept on for the last few weeks a cot. It was barely more than a metal frame with a threadbare mattress. The metal bars had dug painfully into her bones for the few days she tried to sleep on it. Eventually she took to sleeping on the floor. It was more comfortable by far but still gave her stiff muscles. Sleeping on a real mattress had done little to ease the ache.

She shifted slowly up to her elbows and glanced around. Clothes were littered on the floor. A serving tray of dirty dishes sat on the dresser across the room and a half full glass of water on the nightstand. She looked at the alarm clock and noted that it was the middle of the afternoon.

She didn’t know how long she’d slept or how many days had passed since her rescue. She felt grimy and dirty and knew she hadn’t been bathed since then. She decided not to wait around for someone to help her and hoisted herself out of the bed.

With stiff legs, she made her way to the bathroom and blinked rapidly against the bright white light that penetrated her eyes. She smiled at the bouquet of black roses that were situated in the middle of the counter. Ivar had even left a short note expressing his love. He didn’t date stamp it so she didn’t know when he’d written it but she settled it back on the counter anyway, contentment thriving through her veins.

She switched the shower head on high and undressed. Someone, probably Ivar, had dressed her simply. She pulled the black comfort t-shirt over her head and slipped her panties down her legs. The dirt and grime from the concrete room she’d been held in still decorated her body in streaks of gray and black and brown. She looked at her face in the mirror and narrowed her eyes at the vibrant purple bruise along her jaw and the dried blood that had caked itself in her nostrils and along her upper lip.

She tried to comb the rat's nest that was her hair so she didn’t tangle it further in the shower but there was little hope for the strands. She pushed it back from her face and stepped into the shower when the steam fogged up the mirror beyond sight.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly through her mouth. The hot air filled her lungs and she felt herself relax. Her muscles began to unclench and she could feel her body disengaging from fight or flight mode.

Once the trembling in her hands had stopped, she picked up Ivar’s shampoo and dropped a generous dollop in her hand. She massaged the minty soap through her hair and shivered as her scalp began to tingle.

She combed her fingers through the knots as best she could, wincing at the extra sharp tugs that befell her scalp when she came to a particularly vicious snarl. She rinsed the lather and began again, working to clean all the grease and grime from her hair that she could manage.

She used her own rose scented body wash to scrub the dirt and grime from her body, scrubbing twice like she did for her hair, before turning to the leave in conditioner. She worked the lather into her hair before tilting her head back and closing her eyes, letting the hot water pelt her chest and stomach.

She startled at the sound of the bathroom slamming open. She barely had time to shut the water off before the shower door slid open and she was pulled into Ivar’s arms. He didn’t seem to mind that she was soaking wet and dampening his clothes. He pulled her out of the steam and lifted her, settling her on the counter top. She shivered against the temperature difference and he left her arms only long enough to wrap a towel around her shoulders.

He returned to her embrace and she wrapped her arms and legs around him fully, holding him in the embrace of her body. She felt him sign against her neck and knew it was a weight leaving his shoulders. He pulled back and pushed her hair behind her ears with the flat of his palm. She nuzzled into the contact.

“Are you alright, my love?” He asked, his fingers combing through the wet strands of her hair. She nodded against his palm and tangled her fingers in the longer strands of hair at the nape of his neck.

“How many people did you kill searching for me?” She asked. He smirked and stepped out of her embrace. He took a second towel from the rack on the wall and began meticulously drying her off. He started from the top, softly stroking the towel over her hair, squeezing the ends. He trailed it across her shoulders and down her arms, stroking over the crease of her elbow and over the backs of her hands. He even toweled off the spaces between her fingers.

“Innumerable. There is no number that will equal how precious your life is to me.” He answered. He brought the towel to her legs and traced her thighs and hips. She sucked in a soft breath when he gently toweled off the space between her legs, stroking the curls and dragging between the crease of her thigh. He smirked before stepping back and lifting first one leg and then the other, settling the balls of each foot on his chest and he dried her calves and feet.

When he was satisfied, he pulled open the mirror and reached for her lotion and moisturizer. She closed her eyes and he traced his fingers gently over the planes of her face, taking care with her bruises. He rubbed in her moisturizer before opening her lotion and smoothing his hands over her chest. She shuddered when he worked the lather into her breasts, the spaces of his fingers catching on her nipples in a way that she wasn’t a hundred percent certain was accidental.

She opened her eyes when he withdrew and almost shouted when he lifted her from the counter and returned to the bedroom. She let him settle her on the bed as he pulled a new shirt, his, and new underwear, hers, from the dresser.

He took her breath away when he dropped to a knee before her and, not once breaking eye contact, slid her panties up her legs. She shifted so he could settle them over her hips. He hovered over her, his mouth a hair's breadth away from hers but denied her a kiss. “If you’re trying to seduce me, it’s working.” She whispered. He grinned before picking up the new t-shirt and sliding it over her head without ceremony. She laughed as she pulled her head through the neck and slid her arms through the sleeves.

Ivar grew serious as soon as she reappeared and she twisted around on the bed to face him. She let him examine her face, which she knew was a mess of cuts and bruises. “I’m fine, Ivar.” She said.

He met her eyes and gave her a sad smile. She leaned forward into his space. “You know, this whole time I’ve been awake, you haven’t kissed me.” Ivar tilted his head to the side, his smile growing playful. “Kiss me, husband.” She said, and Ivar was unable to do anything but obey.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, his tongue seeking entrance almost immediately. She moaned and pressed forward, deepening their kiss. Ivar groaned and pulled back, licking his lip. She grinned at him, blood on her teeth. Ivar growled and leaned forward, his hand settling at her throat and squeezing.

She groaned as Ivar tilted her head to the side and trailed kisses down the side of her throat. They left fire in their wake and Aaline sighed, settling her hands on Ivar’s forearms as he maneuvered her head whichever way he wanted.

She trailed her hands up his arms to his shoulders, tightening her fingers in the fabric of his t-shirt. “There’s something that I have to tell you.” Ivar hummed as he licked a line up the left side of her throat. She moaned when he nipped at the hinge of her jaw.

“I’ve been meaning to say it for awhile butー” She’s cut off as a whimper works its way past her lips when Ivar sucked a mark into her throat at the curve of her neck and shoulder. Ivar hummed and switched sides, trailing nipping kisses up the other side of her neck. She knew she’d have marks to show for his affections.

“What did you want to say?” He whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. He traced the curve of it with his tongue before biting the lobe. She gasped and clutched tighter as his shoulders.

“I didn’t tell you before. I was afraid.” Ivar pulled back and met her eyes, his hands moving to cup her face. His thumbs stroked over her cheekbones. She blinked at him, her hands releasing his shirt and smoothing out the fabric.

“I love you.” She whispered, her voice trembling. Ivar hummed and stroked his thumb across her cheek. He leaned for and settled his forehead against hers.

“As I love you.” He responded. Aaline released a watery laugh before surging forward and kissing him. Ivar laughed and opened his mouth to her, letting her devour him. She sat up on her knees and pressed bodily against him. Ivar groaned and stroked his hands down her back, reveling in the feeling of his wife safe in his arms again.

Aaline giggled as Ivar’s hands smoothed up her back, taking her t-shirt with him on his way. She settled in his lap, relief flowing through her veins as her husband proceeded to make love to her.

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labotor · 2 years

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painting practice with my beloved duo of crooks/scoundrels/scum 🏴‍☠️🐀

#dnd #bg3 tav #baldur's gate 3 #wererat #duergar #my art #attempted to use blender for help with lighting #saves so much time googling for the right reference #can recommend #tho I got a little too caught up in accuracy with the second - lost a lot of the looseness I liked in the first #you live and you learn #also cant wait to play these two <3 counting the days #oc: thora #oc: griz

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yellowmagicalgirl · 4 months

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The Distance of Worlds (Makes A Heart Grow Fonder)

It's been ten years since Thora was in Eberron, and she never expected to see a familiar face ever again.

Happy holidays, @pirate-melody! Remember when you told me about your friend isekai-ing Marianne into his campaign as his character's mediocre mentor? Well, despite knowing nothing about the campaign, I decided to add some Pink Lightning to its premise as a gift for you. I hope you like this!

To literally anyone else: please go read the Shardrunners series. IDK how much sense this will make without prior knowledge.

AO3

It had been ten years, but there were still mornings where Thora expected to wake up in her room in the Tarkanan manor in Sharn, with the morning color change of the everbright lanterlight streaming through her window and highlighting the white orchids on her windowsill. The room she woke up in didn't get morning light, outside lanterns or otherwise. Its primary decoration was a detailed map of an ocean one would never find in all of Eberron or even its planes.

She missed her old room. She missed House Tarkanan, and everyone in it except for Lucien and his most loyal supporters. She even supposed she missed that frustrating tiefling who had gifted those orchids, even though Thora had never intended to grow sentimental about the people she was using to do her dirty work. She had mostly rebuilt her life in a slightly different line of criminal work, but she couldn't replace the people.

Thora blinked away her infelicity, crawled out of bed, and began to get ready. Hard work had gotten her to her precarious position, and she didn't have time to grieve what she had lost.

She took out the loose braids she slept in. After she had bathed, she would tightly braid the right half of her hair against her skull. It was the best way of mimicking the hairstyle she had worn in Sharn without having someone take a razor to her head as they questioned her judgement aloud.

When she had first come to this world, her breastplate had been ruined by a crossbow bolt to the chest. No one understood the meaning of an aberrant dragonmark, which meant that it was useless for intimidation purposes. People were intimidated by the scar on her chest, though. It should have killed her instantly.

It probably had, but no one in this world knew that. Thora could use it to her advantage, leave it on display and let them think she could walk off mortal wounds.

Thora pulled on her current armor, a corset made of dragonhide that covered her midriff but not her chest. Dragons were more common in this world than Eberron, patrolling the seas, raiding ships, and feasting on sailors. One had recently cost Thora one of the ships in her sector of the smuggling network. She had rivals who were eager to take her place if she slipped up. Most of them were more willing to knock her down a peg and become her superior than they were to put a knife in her back or unleash a death curse on the city, but Thora wasn't going to take any chances.

It was late afternoon when a messenger knocked on her door. He was human, young, fifteen at the latest? Then again, it wouldn't have been the first time Thora would have underestimated someone's age.

"Missus Tarkanan?"

"Yes?" Thora answered, terseness creeping into her voice. She wasn't married. The last time she had been close enough to even consider marrying someone had been before the mark had manifested, and that was several lifetimes ago. After that, she had had painfully few suitors. Plus, there was frustrating something about the way this world assumed she had to be married or at least a widow at her age.

"Torth Whiteforce used his one message to contact you." The messanger handed over a piece of parchment, folded in thirds and sealed with a wax stamp bearing the symbol of the local lord. Thora took the parchment, sparing a glance to the letterhead bearing the address of the sheriff's office. Dammit.

Torth worked for her, technically. Or more specifically, he took jobs for the smuggling network, and as the leader of this branch she was his handler. Recently he had gotten himself mixed up with an adventuring party, and now he was in jail with the rest of them. Thora really needed to find a way to get an informant within the sheriff's office, so that she could get them to do her work for her. It hadn't been as difficult back in Sharn, but in Sharn the Watch had been working for criminals for centuries. The port city of Keelster was younger and answered more directly to the local lord. It was harder to find someone to corrupt. Likewise, it had been easy for Thora to put herself in the good graces of Watch Commander Silaena Cazal because Silaena's mother bore an aberrant mark. Here, Thora was an outsider. There were no Dark Lanterns or dragonmarked houses after her. Even though this world had its own vigilante called the Phoenix, the Phoenix wasn't after Thora like the one in Sharn had been.

Here, Thora was an outsider, and there were no immediate enemies or easy alliances to be made.

Thora had been working all day, and she needed to stretch her legs. Maybe she would pay off Torth's bail in exchange for a favor. Maybe she would let him rot there because he was no longer useful. She hoped that Torth would choose to be useful, for both of their sakes.

He didn't, because Thora hadn't been able to offer the choice. Torth's party's bail had been paid already by someone else, according to the clerk. Lovely. She had just wasted her time walking here.

"You're better than this," said a voice that made Thora stop in her tracks.

"Yeah, but we needed that information," said a second voice, sounding like a young man from the neighboring province.

"And yet you still got caught picking the lock. Even I wouldn't have gotten caught breaking and entering until after I had entered," the first voice argued. It was the accent that drew Thora in. Maybe Thora just didn't know every accent there was in this world, but she could've sworn the woman's accent was that of a Thrane.

A very specific Thrane.

As Thora drew closer, she was able to confirm her suspicions. She was older, and a Lichtenburg figure peaked out from under her collar, but the sight of her was unmistakable. "Marianne?"

The tiefling jumped as she finally registered Thora's presence. Her eyes widened in shock as she looked Thora up and down, eyes lingering on the scar on Thora's chest before her face flushed and she looked elsewhere. "Thora? You, I saw, you... you changed your hair."

Suddenly self-conscious, Thora raised her hand to touch the braids on the side of her head. "Well, so did you."

Marianne had grown her hair out. Soft curls framed her face quite nicely. "Yeah, well, I bet you haven't met anyone in the past ten years who know what an undercut is, either."

Ten years. She had been here for ten years, too, and from the sound of it Marianne had also spent the last ten years convinced that she was the only one who had come to this world from Eberron. It was just the two of them.

The two of them, and perhaps the Phoenix, who had managed to avoid crossing paths with either of them. Thora didn't know how many Lucien and Krootag had killed after she and Marianne had died. But that was an issue for later.

For now, though...

"You. You got caught picking a lock?"

Torth rolled his eyes. "No, I wasn't picking the lock. Linace was."

Thora fixed her subordinate with a look that he began to squirm under. "You were still caught. I wonder what else you would get caught doing."

Even Marianne had made her way through a manor full of assassins, thieves, and former spies before being caught snooping. Kids these days just didn't know how to sneak around.

"How long have you been dealing with them?" Marianne asked, vaguely gesturing with the group.

"Torth has been doing jobs for me for a couple years. You?"

"I've been trying to mentor Linace for the past ten."

Thora shot Marianne a commiserating grimace. "Let me buy you a drink." And then, so no one would get the wrong idea, "Do not read into that."

What was she thinking? It had been ten years. Surely even Marianne knew how to get over a crush over the course of a decade. The child with a crush had died in Eberron.

But that didn't mean that Thora wasn't interested in getting to know the new Marianne. She just hoped that Torth wouldn't go starting any rumors.

A/N: Yes I did just flip the switch and make Thora the pining one, even if she refuses to admit it. She's lonely, and she thinks too highly of Marianne's ability to get over a crush.

Thora has one of those viking braided fake undercut hairstyles after the timeskip. Marianne has the hairstyle I imagined her having before I saw the reddit post that showed her true appearance.

#thora tavin d'tarkanan #eberron #my writing #other people's ocs #i'm sorry about any typos my keyboard broke

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