#WrA OC

[elytra-thief]

do you see my vision

[yamikuruku]

my baby girl (gender neutral)

[shindras]

Tropes.

[nahisummerhold]

My Moodboard for the All That Glitters Rave Tonight

Art by @actualsailboat Outfit by Me Moodboard created on Canva

[celassa]

Druid of the Branch, Elain Woodsong

Artist: zorinlis via Twitter

[maractus]

ok, here's my horde dracthyr so far! valmeika, my evoker! my Main for now :-) the blue one is Eralanash, my mage! third is Grimrotha, my warrior. she gets two pics because i wanted to show off her red eye and her blind eye. i love them all so much

[not-so-allegiant-general]

Meeting the Starkiller! I finally had some time.

Previous parts: MEETING 1| MEETING 2 |MEETING 3|POE DAMERON

MEETING 4

"General." Lucien nodded entering the room. Hux snorted. This man was really something else. Hux could easily imagine… He blinked and eyed Lucien carefully. Yes… He could easily imagine…

"Good morning, Lucien" He hummed.

"I talked to Poe Dameron. He told me that you two are talking, which is… a surprise for both of us. But he… Looked kinda shaken."

"I liked talking to him. He was honest." Hux was surprised by his own words but well that was indeed the truth. He liked talking to Dameron. Because the pilot was honest. He was talking openly about everything, not hiding anything, and that was somehow… New. Hux was wondering how does it feel to be like that. Fearless.

"Well… What were you talking about ?'

"None of your business,"

"It's taped you aware right?"

"Then watch it." He sipped his nutritional shake. Lucien sighed. Why did he expect that well-rested Hux will be less stubborn?

"Alright. Since you obviously feel much better maybe we can go back to the main topic."

"Great. I woke up. And I was bored. I ate. And I was bored. And then guess what? I was bored."

Lucien pinched his nose bridge and it was delightful. Hux smiled watching him, with actual amusement in his eyes. Now. That's entertaining.

"Another stressful, scary meeting, Lucien?"

"Alright. I will get for you something to read if you start cooperating."

"Deal. But my stage of cooperation will depend on the quality of it."

"And what will get me the highest cooperation."

"A notebook and a pen. Appreciate that I am not pushing it and asking for datapad."

"Nobody of a sound mind would give you a datapad here. A notebook and a pen. And I will get it for you if you will cooperate today. Do we have a deal?"

"Yes."

"Good."

"Already regretting fixing my sleep schedules aren't you?"

"No. It is good that you are well rested and that you eat" but his eyes were screaming YES I DO. Hux smiled smugly and sat straight looking at him. Waiting for the move. Lucien gathered his thoughts for a brief moment and put his datapad aside. "You said damaged. Why? Is it about your life in general or… Some particular aspect?"

" It's… Yes." Lucien blinked.

"Yes? To what?"

"I don't know. And it's not my lack of cooperation. I just can't tell you something that I don't know. I just always felt that way. Because I was always the one from whom something was taken. " his mother, his safety, his life, his work, his lover, his freedom. "And I know why I am that way. I don't need you to come up to some big realization or turn in my life. The game you are trying to play here was already played. Again and again. I accepted it long ago how I am. " I had someone who accepted it then. " Because after certain things there is no coming back, right Lieutenant or was it something higher? Captain maybe? “

Looking into Lucien's eyes was divine. He froze looking at Hux, redhead smiled and didn’t look away. Instead, he leaned glaring at Lucien with pure joy “Ah. There it is. Let me think. You are a trained medic… They did not cage you so I would bet it was either Lieutenant and you cooperated well or FOSB as their archives are hard to crack they might not have access to it… And I would say it’s FOSB, you were always keen on messing around with people’s heads am I right? Long Imperial tradition. Loyalty officer wandering around Renovated Republic as who? What lie did you sell them, Lucien?”

Lucien stood up without another word and left his cell. Hux smiled with satisfaction, but there was something bitter to it.

He sat there victorious, but the only company he had were four empty walls.

Next part: coming soon!! 👀👀

[drasheul-crimsoncrow2]

A self-aggrandizing oil painting of Drasheul Crimsoncrow, Viscount of Corin's Crossing. Alchemist Extraordinaire.

[saym0-0]

gem and the scotts band au is so incredibly difficult when you have ocs that look like this

like obviously its different but the red hair the braids the aesthetic are all close enough where im struggling to differentiate 😭😭

[cyberscratch]

SCRATCH BUT AWESOME. happy chapter 2aversary dr changed my life furever but chapter 2 specifically more so. Also i just wanted to draw scratch like this. Im also working on cat scc too

[minamartinart]

my wonderful smugglers Nubi and Iri and their cat

[pallases]

DOODLE TIME!!!!

[heatsu]

Othello for @williamtrasheater and my son Sebron

[cultivators-loss]

Mo Ran

the basics ––– –

NAME: Mo Ran

AGE: Mid-20s (Elven Years)

BIRTHDAY: April 9

RACE: Quel'dorei (Alliance-MG, Horde-WrA)

GENDER: Male

SEXUALITY: Bisexual (male leaning)

MARITAL STATUS: Single

physical appearance ––– –

HAIR: Long, Black

EYES: The left eye is black with hints of purple while the right is red which is mostly covered with an eyepatch.

HEIGHT: 6′4

BUILD: Toned, slim

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Scar on his right eye is covered using a magical illusion and a beauty mark on the bottom left side of his lip.

COMMON ACCESSORIES: Black leather eyepatch over his right eye if you're capable of catching him with his true visage.

personal ––– –

PROFESSION: Hired killer

HOBBIES: Having hobbies is a sort of foreign concept to him, but he knows he enjoys sweets and can't handle spices too well

LANGUAGES: Thalassian, Orcish, Common, and Dwarvish

RESIDENCE: Drifter

BIRTHPLACE: Unknown

FEARS: Losing whatever sanity he has left, losing his "family"

relationships ––– -

SPOUSE: None

Children: None

PARENTS: Adopted by his Benefactor

SIBLINGS: Has 5 other siblings from his birth parents but knows none of them

OTHER RELATIVES: [ Open to pre-established relationships ]

ACQUAINTANCES/FRIENDS: [ Open to pre-established relationships ]

PETS: None

traits ––– -

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between.

loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown / in between.

additional information ––– –

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

[jm-2406]

Just a ring.

Pairing - Tommy Shelby X reader; Male OC x reader.

Summary - “he has asked me to marry him but I had to come here first. I need to know if you feel anything… anything at all for me.”

Word count - 2.1k (longest I ever wrote)

Note - flashback in italics.

Warnings - infidelity.

Cursive words made their way across the document as he led the pen from left to right, every movement a study in perfection. A famous business man like Thomas Shelby who hid his real business behind that of gin production and bookmaking, couldn't afford anything less than perfection. He pursed his lips as he focused on getting his signature just right, reading the already typed composition. Mergers, especially one as important as this one needed to be dealt with utmost care, and a very carefully crafted ‘brown nosing’ letter never hurt anyone.

He was feeling very pleased with his efforts when a loud noise from outside his office startled him. Throwing an angry glare towards the closed door, he cursed the person who disturbed him.

“You can't go in there Miss. He's very busy.” His secretary's voice reached his ears. “To hell with his schedule. I don't care.” The other voice responded sharply and he knew who that other person was. He mentally prepared himself for the upcoming drama, tiredly rubbing his eyes.

“I'm sorry Mr. Shelby, this—this Woman refused to make an appointment. Should I escort her out?”

Tommy eyed the girl in front of him; she stared back defiantly, challenging him. He wouldn't throw her out but that didn't mean that he couldn't make her sweat. The young woman in front of him started to fidget nervously the longer Tommy kept staring at her without a word. “It's okay George. You're excused.” The woman heaved a sigh of relief at his words.

Tommy turned to her and said coldly. “Now, to what do I owe the pleasure? What is it, [Y/L/N]? Say your piece and spare me. I am too busy right now.”

[Y/N] scoffed, wrapping her arms around herself as if she was trying to protect herself from his coldness. “Wow. So you can speak more than three words at a time and just my luck that you use them to dismiss me. ‘[Y/L/N]’, ‘my piece’... You are so intolerable Tommy.”

“Then why are you here, love?” He retorted flippantly but her next words made him stop his work.

“He knows…”

“Who knows what, [Y/N]?”

“Robert… he found your waistcoat under the bed… the one you forgot to put on because of some ‘important’ business.” She confessed, her voice shaky. She paused and then opened her mouth to continue, her voice cracking. “He didn't even ask who it belonged to. He said that it didn't matter. He blamed himself, you know…For being gone so often.”

Tommy kept staring at the papers on his desk, completely still. He didn't know what kind of response she was expecting but his mind went blank. He was about to say something when she dropped the final bomb. “He's asked me to marry him.”

Her eyes finally rose up from the floor. He could feel her willing him to look back at her; willing him to show any emotion. But the man kept staring at his desk, forcing himself to pick up the document and continue his letter.

“I haven't answered him yet.” She admitted, “I had to come here first. I had to see you, but you've been avoiding me and… I just need to know if you feel anything, anything at all for me.” She waited for him to respond, waited for any sign from him but he was as cold as ice and just as frozen as he signed his name at the end of his letter.

He continued his work robotically and took a breath only after hearing her footsteps shuffling closer to the door. “I meant what I said that night… I still do.” She whispered and then she was gone, missing the look that crossed his face.

After crying her heart out, [Y/N] kept staring at the end of the room blankly, her mind still stuck on everything that has happened in her life recently. “I am stronger than this.” She whispered to herself. Her head fell against the back of the couch, and she curled a leg up beside her, wrapping her arms around it as she glanced out the window.

It never should have happened, she knew that now, but she still couldn't bring herself to regret that it had. It had all started about six months ago, she and Robert had been having a lot of arguments around that time.

“You promised!” She raised her voice, fed up with his attitude.

“I know babe but this is urgent.” Robert said softly, trying to pacify her but it made her angrier instead.

“Fine. Go wherever you want to. Do whatever you want. But I am not going to keep changing my plans according to you every time. I am going to attend the Christmas Eve party… with or without you.”

“No. You can't do that [Y/N]. What will they say? My reputation will be thrashed.”

“Oh I can and I will. If you care about your ‘reputation’ then come to the event with me.” She asked one last time but only got a shake of head in return as Robert took his briefcase and left.

There at the party, [Y/N] found herself in the company of none other than Thomas Shelby, the Birmingham gangster turned businessman turned politician. Though she didn't trust him, she couldn't disagree that the man was charming. A few drinks later, she found herself up against a wall in one of the vast deserted hallways, moaning and thoroughly enjoying herself with a man that most definitely was not her boyfriend. That was how it all started.

Secret correspondence and casual meetings followed. Every time she would receive one of his notes or calls, she would hesitate and every time she gave in. She couldn't stop herself; he made her feel passionate, naughty, and desirable. It was everything she never felt with Robert thus she became addicted.

Over time, their Pattern seemed to change. It started with simple words after they were intimate and soon she found herself spending nights in his house. It went to a point where she would see Robert maybe once in two or three weeks for a date and spend almost every other day with Tommy.

After sometime she realized that her feelings for the two men had begun to change. Tommy had become her confidant and lover. On the other hand she found herself forgetting about the dates with Robert, arriving late when he called her, zoning out when he talked to her. She was figuring out what to do when the unexpected happened.

They were lying in his bed, quietly content after a night full of activity when her lips, engaged by a sleepy mind, betrayed her. “I think… I am falling for you.” Time froze. In one swift movement, her lover had stood from the bed and had placed his robe around his shoulders. He turned his back to her, making it clear that he didn't want to talk.

She remembered how she had sat there; hurt and humiliated beyond belief. It had taken all the strength and courage that she could muster to get dressed and leave that night. That was two weeks ago.

Truth to be told, when Robert had found Tommy's waistcoat under her bed, she felt relieved. Everything would be out in the open, she could move on but once again reality turned out to be quite different than her thoughts. Robert opened up to her about his behaviour and promised to work less, be with her more and that he wanted to marry her. Before she could blink, he was down on his knee, proposing to her.

“I… I need time, Robert.”

Now here she was, lamenting unrequited love and cursing her fate.

A week later -

[Y/N] pushed open the door of her flat with a tired sigh. She tossed her shoes into their space in her coat closet with one hand as she released the clip that held her hair with the other. Moving towards the kitchen cabinet, she uncorked the wine bottle and took a sip directly from the bottle.

“Long day?” A deep voice asked her.

She turned on her feet and observed the man in front of her. Tommy was sitting on the couch as if he owned the place. “What. Do. You. Want?” She asked slowly, proud of the bitterness in her voice. “Tommy…”

He didn't verbally respond; calling her to him with a gesture of his hands. She wanted to shout at him but she couldn't. He made her weak. He reached up with his fingers for her left hand, his thumb brushing over the diamond that sat there.

“I'm engaged…” She tried to stop the teasing fingertips from continuing their journey of exploring her body.

“Well… you're not married yet. It's just a ring.” He whispered, holding her face to make her look at him. She felt the pads of his fingertips gripping the ring on her third finger and slowly sliding it off. A metallic clink resonated in her ears as the ring fell to the floor.

The fight drained out of her as she sunk into her lover's arms. Her knees folding under her as his lips joined with hers. She knew that this night would be their final goodbye.

“Where is your engagement ring?”

“I… I must have forgotten it.”

“Forgotten it? On the night of our engagement party?” Robert questioned incredulously. They were interrupted by some other guests and they easily fell into the conversation, saving [Y/N] from trying to come up with more lies.

“How are you doing, Walker?” another voice interrupted the couple. Robert cursed seeing the person who disturbed his conversation with his fiancèe.

“How did you even enter Shelby? This is an invitation only party so kindly leave.”

Thomas smirked, raising his closed fist over [Y/N]'s glass of champagne. One by one he uncurled his fingers, dropping something small and shiny. Robert had a look of confusion and shock on his features as he realized that in the glass was [Y/N]'s engagement ring.

“I know I wasn't invited Walker, but I am here to collect what's mine… don't look so shocked. She hasn't been yours for a while.”

Before she could think, Robert punched Thomas, hard… and a fight started between the two. Robert's parents changed the topic and sent the guests on their way to save their image of respectful people. It wasn't until [Y/N] physically pulled Tommy back that he stopped. Even though Robert was a few centimetres taller than Tommy, he was no match for his muscles and strength.

“When did this… this thing start? Tell me everything, [Y/N]… honestly this time.” Robert pleaded.

“Six months ago. I was angry at you and I know it is wrong but… when I did go to the party, alone, no one paid any attention to me. Didn't even greet me with a simple ‘hello’. I felt as though I was only someone if I was with you. I felt so worthless. Tommy was at the party. He annoyed me and I took my anger out on him… I don't know how but the next thing I remember is kissing him; one thing lead to another and here we are… I am sorry Robert. I don't deserve you.”

Robert scoffed. He left immediately after throwing the ring down. His mouth did not say a word but his eyes conveyed the anger and hurt he was feeling.

[Y/N] turned to Tommy. “Well. It was a long day. Thank you for ruining my engagement party. Now I think we should go.” She stood from her chair but Tommy pulled her back by her wrist, making her sit on his lap. “What is it?” She asked him.

“You asked me that day, if I feel anything at all for you. The answer is, I don't. I feel everything for you, Miss [Y/N] [Y/L/N].” He said cupping her face in his hands and pressed his lips on hers.

She smiled in their kiss knowing for sure that the man whom she gave her heart to would do everything in his power to keep her safe and happy now that he finally realised what she meant to him.

THE END.

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