#au oc runa

[alserm]

A little more au )

[rhartandstuff]

“Just leave it to me!!”

Reference is from one of Saki Tenma’s Card in Project Sekai! See Under Cut!

[harpyco]

Dark Skies

Runa gazed upon the dark crimson skies as the red shards rained down to the islands of the Sanctuary Islands. Well… it isn’t safe anymore. It had already been ravaged by red shards. Of course, shard events happen all the time, but this is different. Eden constantly erupted red shards. The skies had been dark for weeks ever since that great disaster.

Hey, I guess I gonna introduce my au?

Info down here cuz it’s long ⬇️

After the skyfolk saved all of the spirits, the Sky Kingdom began to heal. They built a community on every realm except for the Eye of Eden. The shards are still a problem, but they always cleanse them. They had peaceful lives for years, but eventually, everything went down.

The Eye of Eden unexpectedly erupted an alarming amount of red shards all over the realms, destroying everything. By far, the most disastrous shard event in history. Skyfolk tried their hardest to cleanse as much as they could, but Eden constantly erupted. Their homes were destroyed and many of the skykids died and never returned, while others became corrupted. Those who died were unable to return to the Orbit.

Survivors took refuge within the Vault, but even that would not last long. One fellow skykid came and told the others that they found a portal hidden in the Vault. No one knows where this portal leads to, but they hope that it will bring them somewhere safe. So they entered the portal.

The first sight was the open grassland that looked much like Daylight Prairie and yet different. Soon enough, they discovered that they couldn’t return back to the Sky Kingdom. With no other choice, they gathered themselves to investigate this unknown world which seems to be inhabited by unknown creatures and living spirits?

(I rewrote this three times to make this look good and not weird.)

(I originally called this au “New Home au”. But how about you? Do you have better suggestions or is this good enough?)

[ask-missparker]

The Chilling Adventures Of Super-Mamas 🧸

— Super Mamas 🍀, friends 🫧 and son 🧸 today

Summary: Sometimes you need a boost of confidence to get things rolling

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Warning: Fluffy and very sweet angsty plot

Setting: Liane Felton’s Designer Store 🪻

Characters mentioned: Rochelle, Rick, Michelle, Peter and Rei

Introducing: Harry Shum Jr as Jake Kwan, The Personal Assistant & Darling Good Friend

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The currently blonde girl stood in front of the mirror and shyly said, “Oh my gosh, you sure that this dress is fine? I can totally understand if you don’t want me to..”

“Luna, sweetie, relax! We are designing this dress for your specifically for a reason, duh.” Liane said sitting on her knees pinning the fabric together.

“Yeah but what if it’s too expensive and you can’t find the right stuff for it.”

“That’s why you’re the client and I’m the designer, you give me the money for this stuff. You’re gonna look gorgeous!”

“Yo-you su-sure? I’m just…I am just so nervous.”

“Nervous about what?”

“My we-wedding..wh-what if something happens? O—or Ricky d-doesn’t show..?”

Liane paused what she was doing and looked up at her friend with a ‘bitch you serious?’ look. As Luna looked away a little shyly, rubbing her shoulders as if she was being judged.

The blonde in a purple dress sighed and smiled, “Luna, sweetheart, calm down. You and Rick are so lovey dovey with each other, no way in hell, he is going to leave you waiting at the alter.”

“Y-you sure? Cause I heard grooms might get co-cold feet and not show up.” Luna said with a sigh playing with her nails.

“Okay everyone gets nervous on their wedding day, I know I did, but you have nothing to worry about. And for real girlie, you and Rick are so darn lovey dovey it’s annoyingly obvious how in love you guys are.”

“We are not…I mean, we are in love..but it’s no-not obvious..”

“Last week at an Avengers meeting, you two were holding hands and basically nuzzled into each other’s arms.”

“Ohhh..hehe oops..”

Jake Kwan, Liane’s assistant and personal friend, chuckle in agreement with her boss. He even commented how they are disgustingly cute together from what he seen, hoping their wedding day goes off with a splash.

“You see! Your wedding is gonna be great, maybe just as nice as Rochelle and Michelle’s wedding day.” Liane added with a grin.

“You mean the same wedding where Doc Ock came in and swooped the bridal party off to the side?”

Said a voice jokingly.

They looked over their shoulders to noticed Mia walking in with snacks, drinks and carrying Elliot in her arms. He was playing with his toy Lighting McQueen and only half paying attention to the others. Luna smiled waving at them. Jake looked up from his phone at the moment to smile at the brunette.

Liane glanced at Luna, “Okay not the best example but you get my point. Things went off with a bang for them!” She then turned to look at Mia as she took Elliot for her arms, pressing kisses against her son’s face as she said, “And what are you two doing here?”

Elliot answered, “Mommy said that we can come and see you!”

“Oh did she now? Looks like mommy forgot to text me on the way over.”

“Mama, mommy got you guys donuts!”

Mia looked over sheepishly as she was carefully hugging Luna a sweet hello, making sure to not wrinkle the fabric or get a pin stabbing her side. Liane send the brunette a look before rolling her eyes and chuckling.

As his mommy walked over to his mama, Elliot rushed over and grinned as Luna scooped him tickling him. Luna felt ten times better holding her cute little nephew as they talked about cartoons and whatnot. Even so, Elliot called his auntie pretty which made Luna smile and blush a bit at his compliment.

Liane eyes widen slightly and lightly gasped, “Oh my..Eli Taylor, honey! Be careful with the dress! You too Luna, please be careful it’s not done yet.”

Mia placed a hand on her shoulder and smiled, “It’s fine, hon, the dress is gonna get wrinkled and whatever anyway.”

“But it’s not just the dress, it’s the whole look. It’s not done yet and we might change it. Girl, you don’t understand fashion as hell as I do.”

“Thank you Captain Obvious. Lia, relax it’s fine.” Mia smirked and then muttered, “Besides, knowing who Luna’s man is that dress is gonna get wrinkled anyway.”

“Mia!” Liane replied smirking as she laughed, “Be nice!”

“What? The man is half wolf! That dress ain’t gonna last two hours on the dance floor.”

“Girl, sweetie, you’re too much at times, but true they are gonna dance together and make a romantic scene. Straight out of some classic Disney movie.”

“We weren’t like that, right?”

“Oh no, we were pretty chill. I think I spent half of the night taking pictures with guests and watching the fireworks in the backyard.”

“And dancing. We danced to Maroon 5 Sugar like it was no tomorrow. But mhmmm that wedding cake was so good!”

Liane laugh as she joked, “Fat ass.”

“Thank you for noticing. I’ve been doing squats lately.” Mia joked in a silly accent chuckling loudly.

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As time went on, Mia and Jake helped Liane with the dress after removing it off Luna.

It was kinda obvious that Luna was still a little indecisive about how she wanted the final cut of her dress to be. It wasn’t unusual for Liane to have that in clients who had a bunch of other things on their mind. So she was willing to give the girl all the time she needed to have her dress be perfect.

Elliot was playing building blocks with Luna and coloring. It was obvious that spending time with her nephew is what she needed after everything.

Suddenly Luna asked, “How did you know your wedding was going to be good?”

Mia looks up from her phone as she took a break from helping Jake and Liane. They were the professionals after all.

“Huh? What do you mean?” Mia asked respectfully curious.

Luna sighed resting Elliot on her lap as she explained, “Well um..I mean, how did you know that your dress was perfect, the flowers were right…the setting is just so beautiful…and um…th-that everything about it is absolutely amazing…?”

“Hehe I wasn’t expecting everything to be absolutely perfect. Well Liane was but I wasn’t. I am not that kind of person despite how I act.” She admitted.

“Ooohhh…b-but why? H-h-how?”

“With our current line of work, and with how life is, I realize that you have to take things how they are and make the best of it.”

“..w-woahhh!”

“Yeah! I get it everyone dreams of the perfect wedding, but I feel like the perfect wedding is more like, what’s perfect for you. Is it the dress? Is it the flowers? Is it the wedding? Then everything else will fall right into place.”

“Okay, yeah, I see what you mean! I gotta find what’s perfect for me.”

“Mhmm exactly! At the end of the day, all that matters is your and your groom are alright, and that everyone is celebrating the good times together.”

Luna grins, “Wow, Mia, you are so smart! That sounds like a great plan.”

“Thank you for the kind compliment, but you’re smart too.” Mia added smiling.

“W-what? N-no..I am not that smart.”

“Luna, don’t. Don’t head down that road with me, on the whole I am not smart enough bit, you are. End of discussion.”

“B-but..?”

“No buts! You are smart, your are sweet and you are very kind at the end of the day. I mean, come on you’re getting married!”

As the words exited Mia’s lips, Luna smiled once again at the reminder that she is marrying a pretty great guy. Her fiancé Rick Banner. She was pretty lucky. And if she knew her fiancé, he was just as nervous and excited as her.

Maybe Mia and Liane were right? Her wedding day was going to be pretty awesome after all.

She looked down at Eli in her arms, who was showing her his new plushie as she squealed and played with him. She wondered many things about her future with Rick. Mia chuckled watching her son play with his auntie. One of her favorite things to watch.

If she will be a good wife and partner on the field, if they will still be as sweet to each other after they get married, if they will have a family of their own and will they move out from Avengers Towers?

Luna hopes she doesn’t move out of The Tower anytime soon with Ricky. She loves it there way too much and she knows he loves it too.

However she does think about the others relationships sometimes and becomes curious.

She watched Mia and Liane, Michelle and Rochelle, along with the most recent couple Peter and Rei, seeing them all having it figured out. Hell, Pepper and Tony have it all figure out. Or at least, that’s what she thinks for the couples. Luna knows that she have their own struggles, inner turmoil and anxiety about stuff.

She just hopes she will get there one day.

But seeing how she’s getting married very soon, she’s definitely heading in the right direction.

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THATS ALL FOLKS! 📖 THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING THIS 🥺✨

Please let me know what you think 💭

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[asterrioxs]

welcome duty comic i did at school because your boy was not feeling gucci money

[lukark]

Runa is stupid

[dearchose]

Idk if I want to have him in this au or make him his own blog, but here is my new boy, an OC Link and his dog, Runa. His nickname is Nut Cracker ^^

This is not from any game. Just an original oc au. I hope you still like him (He's Kinda like Fisher, but he doesn't meet any of the others)... I think that anwers my question- Imma make a blog for him... erm- Lemme post this then reblog this once the blog is made...

I'm probably gonna make the new blog once I have the prologue and maybe some chapters. [Gonna be text only and maybe one day I'll be motivated to make it into a comic too :)) ]

[kankuroplease]

I almost wish you had an prganozed master post with links to all your different things. You have SO MANY DIFFERENT oc's and ships and I feel like every time I get on Tumblr I find something new. You're so talented! ❤️🔥

Thank you! I could try, I do have a lot going on though 😆 the best organization ones would be the founders AU and TSAU, which both have masterpost

BEWARE: lots of links, lots will need to be updated, and lots of ships because I let my followers play match maker dhvosbusb

My General OCs + their ships I chose (🌕) and their ships my followers picked (🌑) for them

Aori - 🌕 Yamato and 🌑 Tobirama

Yamato/Aori - Aio and Haruki (next gen)

Team Aori - Momotarō, Aoka-Chan, Benkei

Katsura - 🌕 Shino and 🌑 Madara 🌑 Shikamaru

Shino/Katsura - Shigeki, Yasuo, Niwa Aburame (next gen)

Okami - 🌕 Kiba and 🌑 Kawarama

Kiba/Okami - Ashi and Kumo Inuzuka (next gen)

Yuuta - 🌕 Daisuke 🌕 Tenten 🌑 Hanabi

Yuuta/Hanabi - Mihana Hyuga (next gen)

**he also hits on a LOT of canon characters

Haiiro - 🌕 Shizune

Haiiro/Shizune - Dan Hyuga

Gou - 🌕 Kankuro 🌑 Itama

Kankuro/Gou - son

OC Parents

Isamu/Mari - Aori and Katsura

Asa/Pia - Gou

Okami’s parents - Okami

Jon/Umi/Zenbe - Yuuta

Umi explains

Aoka’s father/Isamu’s cousin/Katsura’s sensei

FOUNDERS ERA (oc x canon and OC x OC)

Butsuma/Asako 🌕

You know the Senju bros lol

Butsuma had a mistress named Kane

Tajima/Sumi 🌕

You know 2 (Madara, Izuna), Inari, Kota, Tenko, and Ringo

Tsuna(Butsuma’s brother)/Ebba/Sara 🌕

Tsuna/Ebba - Wolfgang Inuzuka

Sara (Tsuna’s legal/platonic wife)/Kane

Kane had a child with Butsuma - Meiko

Founders Era Inuzuka Clan

Madara/Katsura 🌑

Riki, Kazuha, and Noaki Uchiha

Izuna/Mate 🌑

Son and a Daughter

Wakaba/Tenko/Runa 🌑/🌕

5 kids total

Inari/Yaya 🌑

Nene + two boys

Kota/Gin 🌑

2 boys

Okami/Kawarama 🌑

Miu, Sora, Kōmori, Akiko, Suzaku, and Tora Senju

Gou/Itama 🌑

Goemon and Kaga Senju

Tobirama/Aori 🌑

Nagisa and Tomoe Senju

Nagisa/Naori 🌑

Senju

Kakuzu/Riki 🌑

Sycee

Kagami/Miu 🌑

Arata Uchiha

Arata x Sawa - Shisui Uchiha

Sora/Rei 🌕

Botan and Akihito Hoshigaki

About (no tag)

Sakumo/Kōmori 🌑

Kakashi Hatake

Erika/Suzaku/Aja 🌕

Michiko, Michiyo, Manami, and Megumi

Michiko/friend’s OC 🌕/🌑

Michiyo/Ken 🌕- the two Akimichi’s

Manami/Kisame 🌑

Megumi/Suigetsu 🌑

Orochimaru/Tora 🌑

Nisshoku (Sho) Senju

Manda/Nisshoku - Misaki (next gen) 🌕

Wolfgang/Ringo 🌕

Asahi, Kuri, Frederick, Leonie, Mika, Sena, Elke, and Arashi Inuzuka

Asahi/the Uzumaki that moved in/never left 🌕

Leonie/Arlo - Jugo 🌕

Sena/Tsume - Hana and Kiba 🌕

Elke/her partners 🌕

Arashi/Agapito 🌕

Tomoe/Husband/wife

** working this out, but he’s getting one of each because he wants to and wouldn’t settle for less✨

Tsau (canon x canon + oc children + Canon x OC)

All links in the masterpost for the TSAU

KakaObiRin 🌕

Ryujin, Copy and Paste (not their real names but yeah)

HashiMadaMito 🌕

Michi

Neji/Tenten/Michi/Lee 🌕

Mugen and the twins (Neji’s future kids)

MinaKushina

Naruto and Chiha

Naruto x practically everyone tbh.

Naruto x Shikamaru endgame

GaaSaku (early but still)

KankuKiba

Shisui/Kaguya

Kira (future kid)

Hinata/Toneri

Future Daughter

TemaTatsu

ItaHana

Saiino

**swingers. Do not attend one of their parties if not one like Yamato accidentally did and to be rescued

Genma/Yamato

If you’ve made it to the end of this post, apologies and thanks for reading all this 🖤😄

[merwynpersonalhub]

Marg lore stuff. Its under readmore its a lot

Runa is a secret keeper! Basically a creation of the secret king to help protect his realm since his realm is very big and impossible to sorta keep everything protected by himself. So he created these beings from his tears to help protect secrets with him!

Runa is a very unstable secret keeper. She cannot handle her magic that well, but she desperately wants to since she wants to visit the human realm since she heard so many stories about there. So the secret king who loves all his children decided to help runa and give her a bracelet called Raziel to help stablize her powers.

When the secret king thought she was ready he let her go venture out to the human realm. She was excited as all hell and went as soon as she could. She sorta teleported near the tower and near pizzahead was at so of course pizzahead was curious about about her and totally not her powers.

And he sorta convinced her to work for him to help make secret rooms and be a errand gal for him. He seemed nice, just a little weird so he hired her. He asked her name and told him her name was margarita! Not trying to tell her true identity because if that happens her powers will be very fucked.

Of course he already knew her since yk. who the hell are able to use secret eyes? there was rumors about them anyways. Anyways she sorta got verbally abused and manipulated a bunch by him. I like to think pizzahead is a goofy guy but can fuck you over mentally if he wanted. and that what he did to her.

She stayed since she thought he was treating her how everyone would have even if that wasn't the truth. But being treated like shit by everyone made her had enough. when the tower was pretty much completed and left randomly at night. she found a pizzeria and slept in there and who the hell did the pizzeria belong to? Peppino Spaghetti of course! He was surprised and tried to get her out, but gustavo being kind as he was convinced peppino to keep her around. She probably doesnt have a place to live if shes here after all.

anyways they get sorta close and become friends after marg starts working there and then the tower happens. Marg was told to stay behind but after a few minutes later she goes in the tower as well and then goes through the bosses, her face got almost blew off by Poppe (maskedinfinate oc) and almost got killed by fake peppino and fake margarita. but later found peppino and fought pizzahead together

now they are trying to just.. chill and relax.

margarita can timeline hop! So she can go to any au if she wanted why? bc its fun.

[deathbypixelz]

No Sister Left Behind (4.3k)

New one shot :) This one details Tarinne's escape from the Alliance outpost in which she'd be imprisoned and interrogated during the Third War. It's from the perspective of one of the Sentinels attacking the outpost during the recovery mission.

If you haven't already, read this post I made on my WoW/OC sideblog, as it explains a headcanon/AU thing that's central to this one shot.

AO3 link in case anyone (with an account) would prefer to read it on there.

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It’s been only months since the humans and orcs landed on Kalimdor’s shores, with the Legion and Scourge not far behind. The Sentinels are spread thin and losing ground in Ashenvale. Every victory against old enemies is matched by a loss to new ones. But unlike the Legion, the humans take prisoners. Now, two weeks after a midnight ambush on a human encampment went catastrophically wrong, it’s time to free one.

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World of Warcraft | Original characters

Be warned for: graphic violence, some elements of horror, and torture (not shown directly)

Under the light of two crescent moons, the forests of central Ashenvale were silent as a songbird watching a circling hawk. The star-soaked sky was cloudless. The wind held its breath. The trees stood still as stone, not risking even a whisper in their creaking voices. They only stood and watched the hawk's nest in silence.

It was an ugly thing – a stockade of stripped timber encircling a cluster of square buildings. All were squat and perfectly square, save for the watchtowers -- one east, one west -- which loomed over the torchlit outpost as if to mock the trees around them. A single, wide gate to the north was the only entrance and exit. At present it was closed. Deep ruts scarred the earth with a path winding north into the forest, marking where wagons and armored machines of war had crawled to and from this outpost in the preceding weeks.

The orcs and humans had made landfall only a season before. This compound was less than two months old. But the destruction around it would've easily fooled anyone.

The outpost sat at the center of a circular clearing, the dusty earth dotted with tree stumps and pockmarked with pits left by explosive charges. If one looked closer, they would see the broken arrow shafts still in the ground. The splintered wood that was the only remains of a glaive thrower.

And to the south, a shallow pit filled with dark, unmoving forms: at least a dozen bodies still wearing the leather and fur that had failed to save them.

With some effort, Sentinel Runa Stillblade dragged her eyes from the pit and stuck them firmly to the outpost. She blew a measured breath into the balmy air. She shifted her weight, the thick oak branch beneath her holding strong.

From here, she could see over the stockade and most of the western side of the compound. The buildings along that side of the stockade had dimly lit windows. No movement inside. The alleys between them were empty. Near the gate: huge, eagle-headed, armored machines. The siege engines that had doomed the attack two weeks before. But it was not them that concerned her; her eyes were on the watchtowers and the shadowy figures inside.

Her foot started to tingle and she shifted her weight again, forcing herself to relax her grip on her bow.

‘Don't overcomplicate this’, her superior had said just hours before. ‘Getting her out is your first priority.’

Runa ran her free hand along her belt, verifying for the umpteenth time her dagger and horn were still there.

‘You said you wanted a chance to make things right after falore An’ethella couldn't be recovered. I'm giving you that chance.’

Movement in the air above the outpost shook Runa from her thoughts. The hand on her bow clenched again before she recognized the shape of a short-eared owl.

The owl circled above the buildings on the western side. Twice it pitched down towards something near the largest one before rising again. Then it dove and disappeared behind the stockade. A few seconds later it reappeared, climbing higher and higher with deep, silent wingbeats. Once it rose above the light of the torches and was only a shadow against the stars, it turned and glided south. Runa watched it until it disappeared into the trees.

She counted to ten in her head, then let her form solidify from the shadows of the oak's boughs. She kept her eyes on the branch beneath her to hide their shine.

A second weight alighted on the branch, and Runa looked up into the owl's golden eyes. Surrounded by black feathers on a round, near-white face, they almost appeared to glow.

Runa smiled softly and held out her left arm. Kim'shalla, her companion of nearly a decade, climbed onto her forearm, its claws scratching the thick leather of her bracer. It looked down at her bracer as it shuffled its feet to find a comfortable grip.

She waited for Kim'shalla to settle, then she clicked her tongue. Paused. Then clicked it twice more.

Kim'shalla's head turned to face her. It blinked a slow blink, looked back at the outpost for a beat, then down at its feet as it adjusted its grip again. But this time, it moved its talons with purpose.

A-L-I-V-E, the short taps and longer holds spelled out letter by letter. Q-U-I-E-T. A-L-O-N-E.

Kim'shalla repeated this message once, then settled down again and puffed out its feathers, its task complete. It looked at Runa expectantly.

She nodded in thanks... and relief. She reached around and took a small piece of rodent meat from a pouch on her belt.

Kim'shalla pecked it from her palm.

Runa waited for it to swallow its treat, then clenched her left hand into a fist. With a disgruntled clack of its beak, Kim'shalla left her arm and glided a few trees down.

The beat of its wings blew a strand of curly black hair into Runa’s face. She brushed it away and began shuffling backwards along the branch, her split-sole boots giving her a sure grip. Her form faded back into the dark air. When she reached the trunk, she rapped her knuckles thrice on the lichen-spotted wood.

Prepare to move.

She held her breath and perked an ear to wait for the response.

From a branch above her, two taps: Understood.

She responded with three taps in a different rhythm — wait for my signal — and again the scout above responded with two.

In one smooth motion, she plucked an arrow from her quiver and rested it against the bowstring. Her gaze once again on the eastern watchtower, she waited.

And waited.

For nearly two hours.

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It was not until the moons reached their apex that the watchman abruptly stood from his chair.

Runa tensed.

A second guard’s head appeared as they emerged through a trapdoor in the floor. The new arrival climbed up.

She forced herself to keep still as they began to exchange words, despite how her fingers tingled with the urge to let fly.

The new lookout made vague motions with their hands, then the first laughed and punched the second’s shoulder in response to some jest. The first moved past the other and began climbing down the ladder.

The moment his head disappeared from sight, Runa loosed her arrow. The new watchman dropped without a sound.

On the other side, the watchman in the western tower dropped as well.

A storm crow swooped out of the branches above Runa, silent as thought, trailing tail feathers shimmering blue and purple. A second followed just a few wingbeats behind. Then a third.

They dove over the stockade and out of sight.

Please let this be easy.

Over the top of the stockade, Runa saw the crows land on the roof of one of the buildings on the western side. It was taller than the rest, with large double doors — likely a storage barn.

They sauntered as crows did to the edge of the roof and dropped down. She caught a glimpse of something metal partially covered by canvas beside the building’s north wall.

Now they will break the lock and reshape the stockade to allow them all out. Once she is free, we can-

A soldier carrying a lantern pulled himself halfway through the trapdoor — Runa had been so focused on the crows she hadn’t seen the light growing in the ladder shaft.

The soldier froze at the sight of the body. He got out half a warning shout before Runa’s arrow sank into his chest.

Shit.

He gasped, coughed, and dropped the lantern, which bounced off the wooden floor and back down the entry shaft. A second later, glass shattered far below. The soldier grasped for the arrow in his lung, then toppled backwards off the ladder. Another second, then a hard thud.

A shout below, then another, and another, and another.

Shit!

Two more storm crows dove out of the tree above Runa. Their forms began to change midair. Their bodies grew, their feathers shrank, limbs lengthening, joints popping, until they solidified into two kaldorei men in leather and fur — one bald, the other with a thick, dark braid running from the top of his head to his waist. They hit the ground and ran to the stockade, cloaks of black feathers shimmering behind them.

They stopped at its base and the bald druid raised an arm towards it. The other mirrored him, then they both set their feet as if to put their weight against a heavy object, and began murmuring words Runa couldn't catch over the growing sounds of alarm.

Dead leaves and dust began to circle them as their words became a chant. Their voices rose, they lifted their arms, the leaves and dust following. Then the air between them solidified and slammed into the stockade. Solid timber shattered like glass.

Runa yanked the horn from her belt and blew a long, deep note, though it was more a formality than anything. The Huntresses and their sabers below were already leaping through the breach.

Runa leapt from the branch, rolled across the dirt, and vaulted over broken timbers through a cloud of swirling dust. More storm crows swooped past her like whistling arrows. A saber sailed through the dust and splinters an arm’s length from her, all muscle and claws, its rider’s glaive flashing.

To the north, an enormous crash as the druids blasted the gate to splinters.

Distant lantern light turned the dust to orange, silhouetting the dozen or more soldiers that had circled the breach. Mostly humans, and a few of the shorter beings called dwarves. They shouted orders in their strange language, heads snapping around in the murk.

Runa sprinted through a gap between them just before a Huntress charged through, glaive arcing. Steel sliced into flesh, blood sprayed. A body hit the ground, then its head.

A human-sized form appeared in the dust beside Runa, she reached for her dagger, then a storm crow slammed into their face. The human dropped their sword and tried to pull the crow away, shrieking in pain, but two more landed on their shoulders and arms, engulfing them in a cloud of wings and beaks and claws.

The wind whistled, then howled, then a wall of air swept through the combatants. A few humans toppled over, shouting curses. The dust hissed into nothing. On the other side of the courtyard, the three original druids stood with their arms raised.

Runa turned right and ran north. She stopped, blinking dust from her eyes, then caught a sound behind her and threw herself to the ground as a human’s mace whistled through the air where her head had been.

She rolled, rose to one knee, and drew back an arrow as the soldier charged, her mace held high. A heartbeat, then Runa loosed and the arrow sank into the soldier’s throat. Blood spurted, she choked and gasped, stumbled, and dropped with a thud.

Runa sprang to her feet and continued north. A handful of Huntresses and half a dozen archers were pouring through the northern breach. Human and dwarf soldiers ran out of the nearby buildings, some for the south and some for the Sentinels. Arrows flew. The druids had already surrounded the eagle-headed siege engines, their arms raised. Vines sprouted from the ground and stockade, flowing over them, crushing the metal like paper.

She ran past a cluster of tents and jumped over the body of a half-dressed soldier, their eye sockets raw and empty, lips torn to bloody ribbons. Human words Runa had come to recognize echoed behind her.

“We’re under attack!”

“Night elves! Nigh-“ A gargled scream, then a thud.

She glanced at the buildings along the western side. Her feet slowed.

The metal and canvas object beside the storage barn, as she had presumed, was a cage. It was hardly big enough even for a human. Its bars were thick, its construction sound.

But the door hung wide open, and it was empty.

Have they already…? No, they haven’t sounded the-

Something moved in the alley between the storage barn and the building beside it. A flicker of light.

In the alley behind her, someone shouted in Human. A heartbeat of hesitation. She wheeled around, reached for her dagger, but the dwarf soldier’s bayonet caught her thigh and cut straight through leather.

She hissed with pain and fell to a knee. He drew his musket back, raised it to swing again, and she twisted and cracked her bow into the side of his head. He cried out and stumbled, blood pouring down his temple. She scrambled away and pushed herself up. She readied an arrow, sucking in breath through the pain, but he was upon her before she could raise her bow. He swung the musket towards her knees, she feinted, loosed the arrow, and it thunked into the dirt near his foot. She spat a curse and darted past him into the alley.

She slipped into the thick shadow and flattened herself against the wall halfway in. She held her breath as he moved into the alley, musket held low. Pain radiated up her thigh.

The dwarf’s dark eyes flicked back and forth, passing over her twice. He was saying something in a mocking, sing-songy tone, but the words were meaningless.

He walked past her. One more step. Another.

She darted out of the shadows and sank her dagger into the side of his neck. Hot blood sprayed across her knuckles. She tore it free and sprinted out of the alley as he dropped, choking out his last breath.

Runa stopped at the alley’s entrance, the pain in her leg forgotten.

The storage barn was in flames.

This was not part of the plan-!

“What have you done?!” she shouted at a fair-haired archer as she ran past.

“That wasn’t us!” the archer shouted back, and continued on.

“Then who-“

A man screamed, voice shrill with terror, from the building beside the barn. The door had been torn clean off its hinges. Runa caught the movement of a struggle in its dark interior. A smaller figure darting away from a much larger, broader one.

Instinct urged her forward and she ran out into the courtyard. She was halfway across when the dirt near her foot exploded. A blast from somewhere above and behind. She threw herself to the ground, then looked up for the source of the sound.

She could just see the top of a dwarf’s hooded head as they crouched behind the wall of the eastern watchtower, hurriedly reloading a blunderbuss.

“ARCHERS! WATCHTOWERS!” she shouted, and readied an arrow. She forced her eyes to stay on the dwarf even as the sounds of the struggle behind her grew louder.

The dwarf stood and raised their blunderbuss, head peeking out over the wall. Then two arrows pierced their skull and they dropped like a bag of stones.

Runa looked to her left, where twenty or thirty paces away the fair-haired archer was already nocking another arrow. They made eye contact, Runa made a motion of thanks, then spun on her heel and ran to the door of the building. The stinging in her thigh was fading to a dull warmth.

Its interior was silent. She stopped at the doorframe and peered inside.

The firelight poured through small windows and filled the interior with uncanny, wavering shadows. This building was an armory, and it was in ruins. Swords and maces scattered across the floor, empty hooks on the walls, chests of mail and plate armor upended, the tang of weapon oil leaking from broken bottles.

And in the far corner, surrounded by the shattered remains of empty crates, was the corpse of a bearded, pale-skinned human man. He wore leather and cotton. The scabbard on his belt was empty, and beside it was a cat o’ nine tails hanging from a metal ring. He laid on his back in a dark pool of blood, his body twisted, legs splayed awkwardly as if he had been trying to crawl away from something. His eyes were still open, mouth frozen in a silent scream, blood draining from the corners of his lips. His hands gripped the edges of the kite shield that had crushed his throat so completely it still stood upright, jammed clean through his neck into the floorboards.

The hairs on the back of Runa’s neck stood on end. Her eyes moved from the mangled corpse to the door a few paces from him, still hanging open. The stockade was cast in yellow firelight beyond.

She readied another arrow and left the doorway. The smoke stung her eyes and throat as she moved south in a sort of half-run along the line of buildings, away from the fire. Bodies dotted the courtyard and the southern end of the compound. Near the barracks, the Huntresses and druids were making short work of the remaining soldiers.

Runa glanced into every alley as she passed it, but all she saw were shadows. Her heart pounded in her neck. She sprinted past a Huntress and her saber chasing a soldier into an alley, then glanced over her shoulder.

The fire had spread to the armory and was already reaching for the next building down.

Please, gods, grant me a bit more time.

The sound of another gunshot echoed off the stockade, ringing from everywhere at once.

Runa threw herself into an alley. She took a breath and leaned out, an arrow drawn back.

“Healer!” a distant voice shouted from somewhere near the barracks.

Then a second shot, a flash of light in the windows of a small outbuilding on the other side, near the breach.

Runa stayed close to the wall and raised her bow, eyes searching the windows for a silhouette. But either murky shadows filled the inside or the windows were more grime than glass, because there was nothing.

Something in the corner of Runa’s vision caught her attention. Not far from the gunner’s outbuilding, a tall, hulking figure darted into a dark alley.

Too tall to be human.

The wood near Runa’s shoulder exploded into splinters. An instant later the gunshot split the air.

She exclaimed in shock and stumbled back into the alley, blinking wood-dust from her eyes. She spat a curse.

One, two…

She turned and ran towards the stockade, then rounded the corner.

Sitting against the back wall of the building was a dark-haired archer, and beside her the bald druid from the breach. The archer’s face was twisted in pain, the leather on her right shoulder torn and soaked with dark blood. Her bow was still in her limp right hand. The druid was digging in the pouches on his belt, frantic.

Six, seven…

“Did the druids free her?” Runa asked, breathless.

The druid and archer looked up, startled.

The druid shook his head. “We didn’t… No. Two flew down, but couldn’t open the cage before-”

Runa nodded and ran past them.

Fourteen, fifteen, six-

The gunshot rang again. Runa turned on a heel and sprinted back through the buildings into the courtyard. She loosed an arrow into the back of a soldier’s thigh as he ran after an archer, then she reached the alley the figure had disappeared into.

Seven, ei-

Another mangled body was slumped against the wall. Another human. Her shortsword was stuck blade-down in the dirt a few paces away. Her jaw was dislocated, her neck and throat red and raw, blood soaking her collar and running down her plate armor in sheets. Runa stepped closer and saw where skin had torn from muscle. Pale cartilage and tendon.

Someone had nearly ripped this woman’s throat out.

A possibility flickered into Runa’s mind. A chill on her nape again. But she set her jaw and continued past the body. She reached the end of the alley and paused.

Fifteen, sixteen… seventeen…

Eighteen…

Nineteen…

Twenty…?

She leaned around the corner, back towards the breach, as the shot finally rang out. A flash of light and a portion of the stockade burst into splinters. Then a man shouted with alarm. An arrow flew from the courtyard and sank into the stockade, followed by a second thunk where the man’s voice had come from. He shouted again — gargled, weak. A thud.

Then the hulking figure ran out from the same alley, but this time Runa caught the shape of long ears, lilac hair, and ragged clothes.

Her heart leapt.

“Falore!” She ran out of the alley, but the other kaldorei had already disappeared through the breach into the forest beyond.

Runa pulled the horn from her belt and blew two, deep notes, the second longer than the first — mission success.

A few distant, triumphant shouts sounded from the corners of the compound, but the sound of whistling arrows and clashing steel continued.

There were still intruders to kill.

She ran to the breach and vaulted over the broken timbers, now spattered with drying blood, and landed in the dirt on the other side. Her momentum carried her to the tree line, but her steps faltered. She looked down at the dirt around her then back at the breach.

The confusion of footprints made tracking impossible.

A calm hoot from above and Runa turned. Kim’shalla’s eyes glinted from a tangle of branches.

Oh, bless you.

Runa clicked her tongue and nodded into the forest.

Kim’shalla left its perch and glided through the trees a short distance before alighting upon a low branch. It turned its head to look back at Runa and gave a slow blink.

She stepped into the trees, fighting the urge to run. When she was nearly below Kim’shalla it took flight again, glided in a slightly different direction, and landed again. She followed. It flew, landed, and she still kept pace.

They continued like this for minutes, pausing every now and then while Kim’shalla tilted its head to listen.

To Runa, the forest was silent. The din of the battle became no more than a distant hum. And in the silence, her relief at having freed the prisoner began to sour into something else. She found herself gripping her bow a little tighter, though she couldn’t name why.

She became increasingly aware of how her footsteps were cracking thunder in the heavy silence and shadows.

Kim’shalla landed in a tree at the top of a low hill. Once Runa reached its crest, she paused and raised her ears. She heard it too, now: dry, ragged panting.

She broke into a half-run, heart pounding harder. Kim’shalla followed.

They came to the edge of a small glade, and Runa stopped.

The kaldorei woman she had seen sprinting through the breach was on the ground, leaning against a tree, her back to Runa. Her lilac hair was tangled and matted, her broad shoulders heaving and shaking. She wore only ragged trousers, which meant Runa could see the red, glistening, crisscrossing tangle of weeping wounds covering her from her nape to the small of her back. Raw muscle bared to the elements. Blood fresh and old ran in sheets down her back and over her sides. The wounds had not even been given the chance to scab over.

Those sadistic, godless devils!

She began creeping forward, bow held low — she did not remember nocking an arrow — but stopped a few paces from the woman.

Something about the way she hunched over, the way her shoulders shook, the twitching of her ears… it wasn’t right.

Runa opened her mouth, searching her mind for the name from the briefing. Her heart pounding in her neck didn't make it easier. She could only remember the second half.

“Falore Bla-?”

The woman whipped around, lips pulled back, teeth bared, eyes wide, wild, and devoid of everything but primal rage.

Blackhelm lunged, hands reaching, and ripped the bow from Runa’s hands. Runa leapt away. Kim’shalla screamed harsh and hollow.

Blackhelm tossed the bow aside and pushed herself to her feet. A strange, wheezing, almost-growl leaked through her teeth. Her eyes were two pinpoints of icy white light in dark, sunken sockets. Her chest heaved, thick muscle showing through skin thinned by deprivation. Blood ran from a cut on her forehead, down her cheek and over the taught tendons in her neck. Her hands were dark with blood.

Runa couldn’t move. Something about those eyes locked her in place. It was something ancient. Something unknowable. Something older than the kaldorei themselves.

Wolf-touched.

Kim'shalla screamed again, shaking Runa out of her fear-trance.

“Falore!” she shouted. “Blackhelm! Stand down!”

Blackhelm took a step forward. Her whole body shivered. So much muscle overloaded with so much more tension than it was ever made to bear. How it had not already torn her apart…

Another step forward, and the final spark of memory.

“Tarinne!” Runa reached for her dagger. “Stand down now!”

Tarinne Blackhelm blinked. Another half-step forward, and Runa pulled her dagger. Then Tarinne blinked again. She squeezed her eyes shut, shook her head weakly, then stumbled and fell to one knee.

Runa hesitated.

The wheezing growl fizzled away. Tarinne took in a few gasping breaths and began coughing horrible, wracking coughs. Like she had not tasted water in days.

Runa sheathed her dagger, ran up, and crouched beside her.

Tarinne looked up as she did and shrank away just an inch. Her eyes were wide, bloodshot, and desperate.

“Falore,” Runa said gently. She held her hand above her shoulder, debating whether or not to touch her. “What did they…?”

“Healer,” she rasped. Dry strings of saliva and phlegm hung from her lips. “I need…  a…”

She collapsed with a rattling sigh, and Runa's heart dropped. But then Tarinne's chest rose with breath, and with shaking hands, Runa stood.

”Healer…“ she breathed, mind still processing this. She looked up, back the way she’d come.

“Healer!”

She broke into a run, back to the outpost and the glow of the fire, her bow forgotten.

”I NEED A HEALER!“

[alserm]

It became interesting for me to look at my characters of a different gender, so expect a genderbend au)

[invader-is-cute]

My blogs. I’m not going anywhere, I just wanna rant.

Mpreg RP blog with Angel Dust -my most popular one (TY)

This was supposed to be a RP with preg! Husk. I don’t use it as often because it’s dead.

Radiodust mpreg blog that’s based on something with my best friend

Made one for Runa -my OC- but I forget I have it because I don’t use it

My main, which is the fucking name of the mpreg Radiodust AU because I’m not creative. I don’t use this.

Knowing my dumbass I might want to make more to explain other AUs I have or RP with -inspired off of people. But yeah, enjoy this shit post in case you really care.

[ms-oswald]

📖 Fic rec time! When you get this, reply with three fics that you've read and loved to pieces, then pass on to at least five other people who read fics. Let’s appreciate fic writers and their amazing stories 💖

i'm late - sorry. oh god, just three??

DANCING IN THE DARK | @arcielee | a tom bennett x ofc short story set during season 1 of world on fire. i am an avid lover of historical fictions, especially stories related to world war one and two - so reading DITD made me feel like i was reading one of the novels i just adore. arcie has such a way with using words and creating such beautiful compositions - it just makes your heart melt. the budding romance between tom and vera is *chef kiss*, and it being an open ending just makes you smile because you pray for a hea.

WE WERE SOMETHING DON'T YOU THINK SO? | @inthedayswhenlandswerefew | a ben hardy x ofc story. this is one of the fics that just comes to haunt me - in a good way. a historical fiction inspired by the russian revolution and the story of the romanov? sign me up. this was such a beautiful story, it makes you cry and hope for the oc and for ben. || another one that just struck me: HAVE YOU NO IDEA THAT YOU'RE IN DEEP?. a HOTD with aemond x reader. this one killed me and i think of it often because i'm still crying over it, but fck it was good. it's one of the stories that just sucks you in and makes you scream at the top of your lungs from all the emotional rollercoaster.

WOLF-HEART | @gemini-mama | a finan x ofc fic set during the time gap in season 2. this was such a great read - faoladhean has become one of the ocs i love so much. the multi-chaptered fic was written with such detail and with such careful descriptions, the relationship between finan and faoladhean blossomed so beautifully, i was completely smitten. and she has such strength and such love to give, i can't wait to see where the sequel goes. She-Wolf for the win.

i know it says 3, but i don't think i'll be getting another one, so i need to add more or i'mma explode.

CRIMES OF PASSION | @itbmojojoejo | RUNA. i love you. a take of 50's London with the tlk crew? a love triangle between between our ofc, sihtric and finan? fck yes. bring it on. mojo created an oc that just makes you wish you knew her in real life. she is wild - which i adore - and the pacing of the story, the characters, the dynamic. love it all. can't wait to see the ending. i know i will cry, i got tissues ready. RUNA. let's be friends?

A THOUSAND YEARS | @persephones-journey | a staple for finan x oc fics, this series was one of the first i stumbled upon when i started reading tlk fics and i immediately fell in love. the level of angst and passion these stories have - the relationship between finan and aisling, all their ups and downs - it has your heart doing somersaults in all kinds of direction. the level of dedication to expand this au is amazing and i love every word of it. aisling has become one of my fave ocs - a fiery character, hardheaded, stubborn and yet has such a big heart. i can't wait to see where her story goes.

FIRE IN HER EYES | @emilyhufflepufftlk | another tlk series, a beautiful love story between finan x lucinda. these stories broke my heart in so many ways and yet i could not get enough of them. i loved the story and development of the relationship between finan and lucinda and i also loved her sisters and the family they created - this was done beautifully and worth the heartache and tears. lucinda had such love from finan, her children and from everyone around her - you wished you were part of it all.

[ask-missparker]

Mamma Mia AU ☀️👒🎶💞

Liane Felton ~ as Mama Lia ( The sensational hotel owner and social one) 🪁

Mia Parker ~ as Bestie #1 (The sassy marketer and savvy one)🍒

Luna Marsh ~ as Bestie #2 ( The shy yet famous artist and sage one)🎀

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Belladonna Felton & Alice Anderson - The Brides 🌟

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Ethan Lensherr - Dad #1 (aka the hopeful romantic of the trio & very smart photographer) 📚

Rick Banner - The unfiltered husband (The savage chef of the trio and sincere one)🍃

Nikolai Morozov - The long lost love (aka the quick reader of the trio & never satisfied singer) 🖌️

Notes:

The other dad’s aren’t that important. I mean the other two guys are important boyfriends for Liane but still 😂 I don’t know who would they be 🤷🏻‍♀️ she owns a hotel too so slay girl!

Luna & Rick are married 💅 wanting to move to the next stage of their life and relationship, but don’t know how to tell the other properly

Mia was dating too but she loves being single ✨ that’s until an old love, Nikolai, walks back into her life after doing some soul searching

Nikolai is a musician and entrepreneur 🎸 (currently traveling the world for his latest international installment after a fight with his brother)

Rick is a baker 👨‍🍳 (a very skilled chef and taste expert, judging people on their cooking levels)

Ethan is a business traveler (aka his job is photographer at the moment unless it changes) 📸

Ethan and Rick are old friends (having stayed in touch over the years and reunited after so long!) 🫂

Rick, Ethan and Nikolai used to be a trio of best friends but things happened as they moved on with their lives 😉

Bella wanted to get to know who her father was, so she put on her detective 🕵️‍♀️ hat and went searching around in Liane’s diary 📔 then sent via email letters BUT ends up with more than she ever bargained for 👀

YES IT IS A MUSICAL (Not just Mamma Mia songs but other songs too hehe) 🎶

And the list goes on etc!

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Let me know what you think! Feel free to start the process of this tale ✍🏼📑📝

Tags: @ask-starrk @missstrawbs2001 @purpleprincessonfyre @wizzzardofoz @thechoooooosenone @rickb-chaos @luna-d-marsh @marvelsfavoriteuncle @elzabeth-stark @sci-fi-lexcon @jackiequick @blueboirick @gcthvile @cherrysft @meiramel @trulysummersprivate and etc

[asterrioxs]

doodle i forgot to post

[vampiricsheep]

gd okay so in the spirit of 'actually talk about your ocs' I will, in fact, share some bran stuff that just hasn't made it outside of the RP server cuz I tend to yap in there then forget

Bran has a nictitating membrane, and it often makes an appearance when he sleeps because he has the unfortunate habit of drifting off with his eyes open. I'm talking the full on zonked out stupid cat face. (That said, he normally sleeps with an eye mask, so this is...an unfortunate surprise to people he shares quarters with if he forgets to pack it or takes an unexpected nap.

He can keep a neutral expression under duress (usually), but he has the fatal tell of his hair fluffing up when flustered or angry. Since he isn't used to being connected to the dream when he isn't in the act of feeding, however, he's very bad at hiding thoughts and emotions if anyone does manage to tap into his mind (sorry Runa)

He's immune to most chemical poisons, either harmlessly breaking down or excreting toxins or (as with heavy metals like lead) depositing them into his hair needles, which are later shed. metals will also deposit on the raised rims of the plates/scales/ridges on his face/body/fingernails, and he can trim these down if they grow out. Metal accumulation is why the outlines of these ridges have gotten darker with age!

this does NOT translate for toxic magic. His body needs magic of the plant/mind facet strain unique to Mordremoth (and, by extension, the pale tree), but he can't process or consume other magic types, and ley / volatile magic are especially harmful!

The above also means that, since his body requires it to survive (and by extension to grow and heal), specific types - mordrem, dreamer, nightmare - have a biaccumulation effect if he starts tapping too deeply into any one source. The nightmare influence in his nmc au (where many of his meals come from syn's court) is subtle due to syn's fastidious attention to his appearance (claws kept clipped short, scales filed down flat...), but in timelines where he's feeding on mordrem and not much else, that shows too, most noticably in more scales/plates, proper claws, and - if he's kept well fed instead of barely scraping by from meal to meal - filling out a little more (though I wouldn't go so far as to call him beefy, he's always gonna be a little on the runty side from stunted development).

His slit pupils do, indeed, expand and contract like a cat's, but it's usually on the subtle side. usually.

his sap (and other fluids) turn blood red when it oxidizes. I'm just now realizing this means he's got bloody drool oh hell.