#「⸙」 OC: Morocco

[ranaissingle]

Whispers and Melodies

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: She has heard a deep melodic voice speaking to her from a far away place for decades. Anything from snippets of a longer conversation to roars that shook the very earth she walked on.

Rating: T (for now)

Pairing: Rhysand x Reader

A cup of tea sat cooling on the window sill of a small cottage on the outskirts of the Day Court. The quaint home overlooked a large river delta with roiling waters whose waves flowed into an ocean only a stone's throw away. Inside the cottage sat a girl gazing into the night sky while she forgot all of the day's troubles. 

The healer had spent the entire day tending to patients from the village near her cottage. It was a quaint town whose community was close-knit and small. It had taken the townspeople a while to grow accustomed to her but as the years had come and gone, they had opened up to each other. Her skills as a healer also aided in this endeavor. But despite how much she enjoyed her dealings with the townspeople, her favorite part of her job was the research that it allowed. At the end of a hard day of treating her patients, she could lock herself up in her office and lose herself in the formulas and ratios she tested in her compounds. 

Y/N padded over to her small kitchen, mug in hand, and placed it into her sink before walking toward her research room and locking the door behind her.

She always thought of her research room as a safe haven. The vials full of various substances that she had been testing littered her desk along with her carefully taken notes about the contents and phase changes of each substance on her log book. Her most recent project had been to synthesize some type of blood clotting or replenishing potion that would allow her to administer it to a patient who was more likely to die of blood loss before she even had the chance to solve any of their injuries. A potion like this would allow her ample time to stitch up any wound or brew some other cure for poisons and the like. 

Her current issue consisted of not being able to stabilize the potion for long-term storage. The fennel root and crushed carrowfish shell she’d added seemed to be slowly decomposing each other which made the potion essentially useless after more than 4 days of storage. The trials she was running right now attempted to add some honey which slowed the reaction process as well as introduced some antimicrobial properties to the potion. 

Y/N quickly jotted down the physical changes in appearance and consistency of each of the test tubes with varying amounts of honey. Each testing glass contained more honey than the last. Whichever combination yielded the best preservation and overall effectiveness is the ratio that she would begin perfecting. 

Y/N stayed in her laboratory until she felt her eyes begin to strain and her feet start to ache. She carefully placed all of her measuring tools and weights back onto her working table before she exited the room and made her way to the front door of her cottage. She undid all 3 locks and tugged the large oak door open with both her hands. 

In the distance, she saw a figure. A male it seemed; lying on the ground as the ocean lapped at his skin and crusted it in dried salt. The setting sun gleamed against him and warmed his pale skin in a sheen of gold that she thought suited him much more than the sickly pallor he seemed to have. Most people tended to steer clear of her section of the beach out of some deeply engrained paranoia of outsiders. But this male seemed to have missed that particular message.

Rhysand had known he had been fooled the moment he stepped into the ballroom on that fateful day. Amaranth had promised a ball in celebration of the many alliances she had made as well as an apology to those she had wronged. Rhysand had gone to the ball purely for formalities' sake. He had always loathed these types of false pretenses that the upper echelon of fae had always insisted on perpetuating. Nonetheless, he had dragged himself out of his court that afternoon and appeared at this ball. His own cowardice to refuse Amarantha’s invitation had resulted in 50 years of extortion, rape, and violence that despite his centuries of experience, he could not seem to shake the black cloud that it had cast over him. 

Feyre being his mate was not something he had seen coming nor was it something he wanted. Tamlin would treat her well, she cared for all of his people and he would care for Feyre Rhys was sure. Despite his freedom, Rhysand could not bring himself to go to his home in Velaris. His family was likely waiting for him to return but they would all know exactly what had happened to him as soon as he stepped in the door. He did not wish to deal with their horrified faces and pitying looks once they found out. So instead, he wandered. 

He wandered around lands both Night Court and Day. He walked and flew so far that he ended up somewhere on a coastline. Rhys has no idea where he had landed but he didn't seem to care that he was likely lost. So as the sun set, he continued a slow walk along the cliffside coast and eventually down onto the sandy beaches. The sun sunk further into the horizon leaving only the gleaming light of a cottage in the far-off distance. As Rhys drew closer, he noticed a crop garden with some vegetables and herbs growing on the plot off to the side of the house and a water well located up a hill. Rhysand was tired. He was tired of walking, of flying, of breathing even. He just wanted to rest. He wanted to sleep on a soft bed and not have to think about anything at all, not be worried that one wrong move would result in the death of everyone he had ever loved. So he made his way closer to the cottage before sitting on the wet sand closest to the water and stretching out his long legs. The water lapped at his feet and calves, almost as if it was slowly pulling away all the tension that wound itself in his legs. He stared out at the ocean for what seemed like an eternity. Rhysand got lost in the repetitive movements of the water and the slowly setting sun in the distance casting beautiful colors on the waters and sand. 

When he eventually woke up from what felt like an eternity of slumber, he was not nestled in the sand as he had expected. Instead, he was cushioned underneath with quilts and pillows, and on top of him lay thick blankets to combat the morning chill that often accompanied this time of the year. The room itself looked lived in, to say the least. Canvas’ and embroidery projects were pinned to the wall in various positions. Everything from people to landscaping were inscribed into the wall. Pages that appeared to be ripped out of books with certain lines underlined also adorned the cedarwood walls. The entire room smelled of something woody and calm that Rhysand couldn't quite a place. He stretched up from his lying position and slowly removed the layers of quilts and blankets from him. His legs felt sore and ached from the hours of walking he had done the day before. He tried to stretch his wing muscles but they also ached from their overuse. He hadn't flown in decades, yet he had taken to the sky’s as soon as he could as if he had never left the great blue expanse. He now felt his lack of practice as he tried to rotate his shoulders and ease the aches that had rooted themselves in his back. 

A shuffle from outside the door had Rhysand snapping his neck towards the door. He slowly lifted himself off the bed, careful to make sure none of the wooden beams snapped. He paced towards the door and stuck his ear against the wood grain to listen for any further movements. He was listening to the slicing of metal that would indicate a weapon the characteristic heavy footfalls that usually indicated a warrior of some capacity. Instead, he heard sharp cutting noises blunted by a wooden board, the shuffle of lithe feet, and the soft humming of a female. 

Hello everyone! It has been too long! So many things have happened in the last months and I can't wait to get back into the groove of posting multiple-part stories.

[ohhnorr]

Atay with family 🩵

Buy the piece:

[kuehmiyue]

my first attempt at ryoko kui inspired busts [repost from my old acc]

[sarai-the-furry]

funny thing i did acting like she wont bonk dr morocco to the shadow realm silverfrost wielding the Chaos Maul from Dragon Adventures on roblox og image under the cut

yes i made silverfrost on a casirus took fucking FOREVER

[umahumahumah]

How about Kenya?

Don't worry guys I haven't forgotten about this its been in the back of my head the entire time </3 i decided to draw them in wwii uniforms this time for a change of pace, but maybe ill draw them in their traditional clothes some other time

first off, kenya!!! shes actually already a canon character but shes barely in hetalia. forever cursed to be a gakuen hetalia chibi head... sigh...

even though nothing hints to this in her appearance in gakuen hetalia, i think she would have a kind of tomboyish and energetic personality! like the girl-next-door type! she's also the first person to ask seychelles a question in the gakuen hetalia demo, which makes me think shes a huge extrovert.

sometimes i wonder if she was part of the group of countries who laughed at seychelles' coat of arms. in my heart, i wanna believe she didnt... but um she probably did. bruh who knows the demo is over a decade old now himas not gonna confirm it. please come back to hetalia, kenya. i need you.

next is malta! his appearance is a little scuffed here because he was going through it in wwii, but he's doing way better in present day

obviously he was influenced by italy so he naturally gets an italian curl. i like to think that he looked up to romano when he was younger and started subconciously taking after him. i was debating whether i should give him thick eyebrows or not, but i think france's occupation cancels it out even if it was a really short time.

in present day i think he cares a lot about his architecture and tourism. i think he'd also be a bit of a womanizer due to the italies' influence on him but he definitely has a lot more decency compared to them. or maybe hes just toos hy to talk to them, that would be cute lol

last is morocco! she was kind of fun to design and i was thinking about her personality throughout while drawing her. i like to think that she is pretty intelligent and is capable of doing a lot of stuff... but she'd rather go smoke weed and have parties, so she feigns ignorance to get out of her responsibilities. on top of that, because of france, she is a huge romantic and can make people swoon for her with just one word

i have no idea if hima would ever make a character like this since his girl characters mostly appeal to cuteness rather than uhh sultriness? but i think moroccos laziness has a cute appeal if you squint hard enough. if he does make a girl character like this i think she'd be some sort of bait and switch or something

also here are some bonus chibis of characters i already designed, mexico and uzbekistan!

i decided to redraw mexico because i dont think i did mexico justice having his back away from the camera. come to think of it maybe i should have drawn him in the mexican revolution uniform but there was already a pattern of wwii going on anyways...

uzbekistan is my favorite design from this series, which is why i decided to draw him again. tbh i think his first appearance didnt seem to come across as sandcat-like, so i decided to change his eyes a little bit, but overall he stayed the same. i wanted to change his pupils to dots, like germany, but it made him look too different

[gelu-the-babosa-multiversal]

Rough OC concepts for @llamawrites and @one-of-moroccos-apprentices

The lost/forgotten siblings of Madeline and Morocco.

Krystal Pynch (She/Her) and Nikoca Morocco (They/He) 😋. One is working as an art teacher being ignored by her twin sister while the other one is trapped in time and space left forgotten by their baby brother.

Krystal will take care of Priss as her new good guardian while Morocco (remembering that Nikola exists) will save Nikola somehow...

[artofmintea]

Girls' dinner!

The maghreb getting together for a special occasion! Algeria, Morocco and Tunisia got kicked out of the AFCON so for now they're chilling

Have from left to right: Morocco in a djellaba Algeria in a Frimla + Gandoura

Tunisia in a Jebba + Framla

Libya wearing a Rda

[mad3linepynl0vr]

Hazard x Morocco

[peonycats]

MISC ART DUMP

Some assorted drawings I never got around to posting on tumblr! Maybe one day I’ll get thru my backlog :’ )

from top to bottom, left to right:

Sri Lanka (Honestly there was way more jewelry I should’ve drawn but I got tired 😭)

Saudi Arabia (drew this for a meme lol)

Samoa (and his chibi self holding some pani popo!)

Algeria, Morocco, Tunisia (hanging out in some cups hehe)

India, China (idk i was in a mood this color scheme slaps tho)

Omangus (I drew this a year ago idk ive posted this before bahaha)

Afghanistan (judging u so hardcore)

Chibi Sudan, Eritrea, Djibouti (Matching pfps <333)

[frosty-tian]

How I go “Erhm, acc-shully” while waggling my finger disapprovingly.

Surprise doodle for @moroccos-apprentice.

[erzmaple]

moroccan amazigh + some cats

[ohhnorr]

Preparations at dawn with the family 🌱

I NEVER POSTED MY LARGE PIECE OF THE MONTH

It was meant to be posted on l’eid but it took longer, and it’s honestly so funny since the piece is inspired by l’eid. In which the kitchen is just a chaos to walk through its like a warzone and i tried to replicate that by the density in which the family members lie. My favourite dishes the outside air always being thick yet close to sunset but never quite touching the horizon.

[rymoire]

I fell in Spiderverse-Mania and entirely revamp my #spidersona ! Zoraida Adams discovered she was adopted just before she was bitten by a radioactive spider, which gave her a new set of abilities and led her to her fate as Spider-Woman of Earth-1155. Bitten by a spider from the moroccan region of Sahara, also known as Sicarius, she named herself Zicarius and designed her suit based on Moroccan, specifically Amazigh, influences and colors. She got all basic Spider-Man powers (spidersense, the ability to stick to any surface, super strength, etc.), but she also had her own tricks. Namely, she can produce her own web, which is tampered with by sand she can create objects from. She also possesses a much more sensitive spidersense, increase with Moroccan superstitious culture and beliefs of spirits known as Djinns. For this reason, her suit is decorated with Eyes of Protection and Hamsa Hand, which are supposed to push evil and negative energy away.

On Earth-1155 each person as an Arabesque or Ornament floting behind their heads (it is their dimension aesthetic), but Zoraida got two (one for her civil life and the other for her superhero stuff). She didn't change it. The Ornament transformed itself when she wore her mask for the first time. It naturally preserved her secret identity.

I wish to tell you more about her. However, I don't want to bother any more of you with the entire comic series I'm imagining for her (yes, I'm already that deep in the abyss). I will share a little in future posts... maybe ? 

[vexia]

Next random event in the Cody Morocco AU

"Is there any sport you like?"

"To watch? Not really. My father always found them boring and so did I. But I do one, if you can call it a sport."

“What?”

“Archery.” He said shyly.

“Archery?” Frankie’s eyes started to shine. “That’s so cool!”

“Really?” He hummed. “You want to see my bow?”

“You have it with you?” Cody nodded silently to answer her. “Of course I want!”

“Uh-huh.” He turned his head towards Quickclaw. “Quickclaw could I?” The dog simply nodded, throwing up the disguise for a second in the part of his tail, to open a small part of which revealed a short dark gray mechanical stick with blue lights on it. It was still so hard for Frankie to believe  that it really was Cybertronian in disguise. It was so strange, at least Rescue Bots didn’t need to hide the fact that they are robots… Quickclaw twitched his tail and the stick flew out from it, which Cody caught with ease. “Thanks.”

By pressing the button, the metal unfolded into a bow like shape. Cody handed it to Frankie as he walked over to the tree. He leaned his tablet against a tree trunk and after a while the hologram of the archery target was displayed on the wood. Meanwhile Frankie inspected the weapon. It was quite heavy, with more blue fragments placed in the upper and lower limb. The riser had a whole in it, like something should be placed there. Yet, it didn't have string and Cody clearly haven’t had arrows with him and she heavily doubt Quickclaw had them hidden.

"How does it shoot?" She asked as Cody approached her.

He took the bow from her hand and took a small blue crystal from one of his pockets, inserting it into the riser. Blue fragments started to glow, and the string, also blue, had appeared. “Energon crystal need to be inserted first.” He answered.

“Isn’t it Cybertronian’s blood?” She asked next question, little confused.

“It seems those Bots keeps a lot of secrets from you.” Quickclaw laughed. “Yes, it is our blood but can also be used as a fuel for vehicles, machines or, as you can see, weapons.”

“You want to try?”

“I never used bow before.”

“Oh.” Cody took a step back. “Then I will show you.”

Cody stood straight with his feet shoulder-width apart and feet at a 90-degree angle to the target. He gripped the hilt of his bow, drawing the glowing string, with his index finger of the pulling hand is under his chin, and the string touched his nose and lips. At the same moment, a light blue arrow appeared, being ready to be shoot. He relaxed his grip on the string and allowed fingers to slip backward. He maintained in that position for more few seconds, lowering his bow afterwards, with a prideful spark in his eyes. The arrow hit the center of the target. It was the first time Frankie saw him like that and it made her happy to see her friend like that.

"Now it's your turn." Cody snapped her out of her thoughts. “Ready?”

“Ha! I will show you.” She said with confidence, getting the bow from Cody’s hands.

She stood in the same place as Cody, trying to imitate his pose. Drawing the string was harder than it looked, and aiming even worse. She accidentally released the string, firing an arrow that didn't even make it to the trunk of the tree.

She could hear Quickclaw’s laugh in the background. “Quickclaw stop it!” Cody scolded his Cybertronian friend. “Don’t worry, my first shoot looked like that as well.”

“No it didn’t.” Quickclaw chuckled, starting to calm his laughter.

Cody frowned slightly. “Come, let’s try again.” He said softly, trying to encourage Frankie.

“I don’t know-”

“I will help you.” And Frankie nodded.

Cody came closer placing hands on her wrist. “Stand as you did before.” And she did. Cody helped her lift the bow and draw the string. “Good. Now direct your dominant eye to the center of the target.” She nodded as she did. “Excellent. I will let you go. Remain in that position for a few seconds and fire. And remember, stay straight.” He paused for a second. “Ready?” She nodded again. Cody did as he had said, slowly letting go of her wrists.

She fired. And she hit the target. Maybe not the best, but she hit it.

“Yes!” She burst. “I did it!”

“I told you so.” Cody admitted.

“Congratulations Francine.” Quickclaw bowed his head slightly.

…

“Why do you choose archery?” Frankie asked.

“It’s a funny story, really.” Cody started as Quickclaw rolled his eyes. “When I was around 5/6 years old, one of my father’s project backfired and got out of control. If not for the Quickclaw who smashed it, our home would be destroyed.” He paused. “After that accident, my father had decided that I need to know how to get rid of failed experiments so the situation will not happen again. So he made a deal with one of his clients. Quint Quarry taught me how to use a bow and hunt in exchange for my father's robotic animals. He was a great teacher, and we still meet once a year, to test my skills.”

…

The rocket was crashing through the town, destroying buildings and attacking random people, with Morbot and Rescue Bots and their human partners looming behind it. Suddenly, the rocket turned around, flying directly towards Kade and the girl she was guarding with his body.

“Kade, look out!” Dani shouted, yet it was too late, Kade could dodge it.

Kade closed his eyes, ready to be hit by the small rocket. Yet, nothing happened. He reopened the. He was alright, girl as well. He looked at the wall next to his head, with widened eyes. The rocket was pinned to it by the blue energy arrow with sparks flying out of the toy. After a moment, the arrow disappeared and the rocket fell to the ground.

“Kade, are you alright?” Graham asked, running closer to his brother.

“Yes.” Kade snarled.

While Graham was collecting his older brother, their father looked into distance.  Frankie and Cody watched the entire action from the park. Cody stood straight with bow but after feeling Charlie’s glance, he curled up and backed away as Frankie suddenly sprang at him with obvious glee.

Charlie saw what had happened. It was his arrow which shoot the rocket. Cody saved Kade’s life.

…

“Yes father?” Cody spoke into the microphone in the earphones.

Frankie was irritated. She observed as hers friend happily expression tuned into neutral, absolutely calm.

“As you wish, father.” He took his right hand from the earphones, ending the call. “Sorry, I need to go.” He smiled softly.

The Morbot flew up to them, bowing and holding out his hands, waiting for Cody and Quickclaw. Frankie didn’t need words to know he didn’t really want to leave now, she didn’t want it either. This old man always needed to ruin their fun.

“Next time I will show you the school.” Frankie smiled.

Cody nodded. “I hope so.” Him and Quickclaw got onto Morbot’s hand. Bot straightened up after a while, lauching his rocket shoes.

“See you!” Frankie shouted.

Cody waved her goodbye.

…

Cody did the right thing, right? Frankie said so, she was happy when he did. Quickclaw agreed with his choice as well. So why his father was mad?

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Quick sketch to it, hope you enjoy!

[recoepic]

Morocco in my cb universe has 3 phases:

1. The normal phase is within power, the mayority of the time on this phase he's sleeping

2. If you piss him off he enter to this phase, he's very powerfull

3. If you kill him he enter to this phase, the infernal phase is very powerfull, but he is very insane of kill everyone

[lonelyascendantlammi]

Day 3!!

Introducing Parodia, my trans Maractus gal!! And one of my favorite OCs! I think everything I can say about her is in the first image, but uh

Expect to see a lot more of her whenever I post art here.