#calliope oc

[wellthebardsdead]

Solairen: *laying on his side, one wing definitely broken from cushioning his fall but alive* morning lords grace- M-my love? *rolls over and gasps, not at the decapitated head of Mephistopheles glaring at him with milky white eyes, but at the vision beside him* my love…

Raphael: *unconscious with a concussion cocktail of incubus spittle and blunt force trauma from riding his fathers head to the ground after severing it with solairens sword. The wedding gown he’d been forced into and paraded around the court of mephistar in as a final humiliation now torn to ribbons hanging off his naked red body, a final act of humiliation before his wedding to a hoard of pit fiends and lemurs that is* mmnn… *opens his eyes to see Solairen, the Paladin he’d fallen in love with as a drow, now a celestial solar ascended by lathander, glowing like a beacon of hope in the hell he thought would be his eternal tomb* m-my love… are you, o-okay?…

Solairen: *smiles and strokes his cheek* I am, I am my love.

Raphael: *leans into his touch without a fuss* h-Haarlep drugged me… brought me here so father could lure you and Astarion, he wanted to kill you in front of me, he wanted to remind me of my place… I didn’t think, you’d come for me…

Solairen: *blinks and laughs through tears* I married you. Astarion married you. He’s worried sick waiting for me to bring you home! I’d go to the end of the astral if it meant saving you… but you saved me instead. *smiles*

Raphael: *closes his eyes and grins playfully as the leathery membrane of his wings begins to flake away like burning paper* a saviour, that… is for certain. My love… *passes out again as large white feathers sprout from his back and many of his cambion characteristics are replaced with that of a solar celestial, his horns lined with gold framing a halo resembling a burning sun, and the jagged arrow point of his tail smoothing to a gentle heart, before returning to a handsome human man, with a heavenly warm golden glow surrounding him*

Solairen: *looks up to the heavens hearing lathanders words in his mind*

“He has proven himself worthy… and you have proven me wrong yet again… you did see good within him”

Solairen: *smiles and closes his eyes* I saw him… only him. *lifts his husband into his arms, giving him a loving, chaste kiss knowing Mephistopheles is still alive in hus corpse. Glaring at him from seemingly lifeless eyes* … *strokes Raphael’s face* you were always, more than enough… let’s go home my fire… *carries him through the portal back to the devils fee*

Astarion: *pacing back and forth frantically, haarleps blood still coating every part of his magistrate robes* they’re not back yet! Somethings wrong.

Wyll: it’ll be alright.

Calliope: *bursts in through a portal followed by Gale* WHAT DO YOU MEAN RAPHAELS BEEN KIDNAPPED?!

Astarion: I mean I had a bad feeling as I went to kiss him and I stopped in time to realise that fucker! *points at haarleps body* Smells nothing like my husband!! Solairens gone after him and neither of them have returned!

Gale: I’m sure they’ll be fine.

Astarion: HOW CAN YOU BE SO BLASÉ ABOUT THIS?! BOTH OF MY HUSBANDS ARE IN HELL-

Solairen: *steps through the portal holding Raphael, shielding his body with his wing* I’ve got him.

Gale: told you.

Astarion: I- you’re hurt! Gods you’re both hurt!! *hurries over and embraces them both* he’s?… glowing? These markings they look like yours is- what happened?

Solairen: now you have two celestial husbands, my little star.

Astarion: I- you- *sobs* d-don’t be cute I’m very upset! Let’s get him home I need to clean both of you up! You reek of the hells!

*the next morning*

Raphael: *growling as he tries to get rid of the glow on his skin and the halo following him* ARGHH! *grabs it and throws it only for it to reappear* I DIDNT ASK FOR THIS! *hurries to the balcony and looks up at the sun* FUCK YOU LATHANDER!!!

[avidrawsthings]

Calliope is a Centauride from Reina's home of Crystal Beach. She's from her own separate herd that resides on their own private island, referred to as the Island or Beach Herd. She's a recently graduated student from Vytaria Academy of Magic and specializes in Nature Magic. She usually communicates with butterflies.

Called Callie by close friends such as Reina, she often watched out for the younger students and has a strong older sister vibe. She's the same age as both Ricardo and Torvus. Story-wise, Reina would visit the Island Herd in her 6th year after hearing about Trelawney's Prophecy, rather than the Centaur Camp in the Forbidden Forest. Through a series of events, both Centaur herds wanted to meet up with one another 'as the stars predicted'. Despite the differences between them, the meetup was a massive success.

It was definitely something figuring out not just how horse legs work, but how to apply them to a Centaur. She's still in the beta stage, but this is close to how I visualized her. The horn was a last minute addition as I was finishing up the sketching stage. I'm not sure if there's a specific term for Unicorn-Centaurs. Much like in MLP, she has a horn because of her high levels of magic.

[embeesart]

The fool in her wedding gown, Calliope 😔

Dude Shallow River fits her so well, I had to

[crystallizedtwilight]

Don't worry, everyone got all their ice skating fun in already! ⛸️

[embeesart]

Hehe I have Calliope and Magpie :3

https://artfight.net/~Embee !!

hello....... if you're considering participating in artfight* this year, you should totally consider reblogging this post with a link + an image or two of one of your characters so that people going through the reblogs can find some cool ocs to draw.

this is definitely not just a scheme for me to find new artists to follow haha what do you mean i don't know what you're talking about

*if you dont know what artfight is, click here

[pot4to-ch1p]

yeah, it's outfit!!!!

I sketched all the costumes before drawing the frog theory! I want you to use this freely!

my oc is drawn, so you can draw with your characters!! It's gonna be a lot of fun.!!

+ And USE hashtags #The Frog theory !!! I want to see your art!

[frayedcircus]

she swallowed a calliope and her bones look like a cartoon

[cryptbabe]

Again, with my Rook - Calliope (human/mage/Shadow Dragons)

I hope they give us long and complicated braids in the game <3

[trepppy]

[serbarris]

Imagine Being Loved By Me

Dragon Age: the Veilguard, no spoilers

Pairing: F!Rook Ingellvar x Emmrich Volkarin 

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Emmrich gives Rook a gift, then takes care of her *waggles eyebrows suggestively*

Words: <1000

Extension of the 7th scene in I'll Crawl Home to Her

Slowly being added to ao3

“My dear, please sit still or else I shan’t be able to give this gift properly.” Emmrich teased. Of course, he’d give her the present no matter what. But after finally acquiring a fitting token of his affection, his love, he wanted to give it to Rook exactly as he imagined. Calliope had once again stolen one of Emmrich’s shirts to wear, undone, over her undergarments. Calliope enjoyed being surrounded by the scent of Emmrich, which helped calm her, remembering the times Emmrich had helped ground her with his embrace.

Stepping behind her to the other side of his desk, he opened the soft bag that contained her gift. “Close your eyes,” Emmrich asked, peering around to ensure her eyes were tightly shut. Letting out an exhale of satisfaction Emmrich gathered Rook’s hair, holding it tightly in his hands he twisted her hair up and out of the way, a wry smile on his lips as he pulled lightly on the bundle. Calliope let out a gentle hiss, and heat began to pool between her legs. “If you could please hold your hair?”

Satisfied, Emmrich proceeded to undo the clasp of the necklace, threading it around Rook’s neck, his fingers ghosting over her skin as he did so. After it was joined, Emmrich’s fingers lightly traced the chain over her clavicle, and he placed tender kisses on the back of Rook’s neck. Calliope felt the cool weight of the necklace on her sternum, reaching up to touch the pendant, she gasped as she raised it into her view. Finely detailed skeletal hands cast in gold grasped a large garnet, it was hard to tell upside down but it almost looked like the stone was vaguely heart-shaped. “Emmrich, this is far too much! I can’t imagine what it must have cost!” Emmrich paused his careful mapping of Rook’s neck with his lips and moved closer to her ear, his light stubble scratching at Rook’s skin.

“I saw this when we were back home and I couldn’t resist picturing how it would look around your neck, Calliope.” Added to the ministrations on her neck, he knew the reaction she had to Emmrich saying her real name, how a delicious red would start to paint her cheeks and chest, creating the perfect trail for Emmrich’s fingers to follow as he pushed her shirt to the side. Calliope’s squirms brought herself closer to Emmrich, her back hitting his chest as he gently grasped Calliope’s neck with one hand, his other tracing the long line of her tattoo down towards her soft lower stomach. His cool rings icy against her heat.

“Emmrich” she gasped, breath hitching, reaching for the back of his neck, bringing him closer, and kissing him deeply. Soft moans emanated from the both of them, Calliope broke away inhaling, trying to extricate herself from Emmrich’s grasp, but he coaxed her back to her original position. “Calliope, this is about you, my love.”

The hand around her neck loosened, tracing down her chest until it enclosed around her covered breast. The pressure was a welcome relief to Calliope, her nipples already straining against the fabric of her bandeau. Emmrich’s hand slipped under the fabric, allowing him to tweak and pinch her nipples as she mewled, “Emmrich, please.” Her back arched into the hand playing with her breast, Emmrich’s other holding her hip tight.

“Patience Calliope.” Calliope shivered at the loss of heat as Emmrich pulled away, moving in front of her, pausing to take her in as she sat before him wound tight and panting from his teasing.

“Remove your undergarments” Emmrich ordered, his tone heavy with lust. Calliope began to remove his shirt from her body, “The shirt stays.” Emmrich directed.

Loosening the laces of her bandeau and knickers Calliope shimmied to let them drop to the floor unceremoniously. Emmrich’s eyes darkened as he drank in her body. She had yet to put on her own jewellery that day, her mismatched gold still sitting on Emmrich’s bedside as they had a rare day to themselves. The necklace he’d given her lay between her plump breasts, the candlelit room casting shadows across her tattooed sternum. His shirt draped over her naked form as she waited for his next move.

Something primal heated in Emmrich’s chest at the sight of Calliope only wearing his shirt and his gift. Calliope heated under his gaze, her chest almost as red as the jewel laying upon it. “Look at you,” Emmrich began, stepping forward and taking Calliope’s chin in his hand, “I don’t think I’ll ever tire of seeing you flush with desire, my darling. When we were flirting I always wondered what colour your cheeks might bloom during intimacy, and now I know they redden like a rose because of my touch.”

Emmrich’s thumb grazed her bottom lip before he gripped Calliope’s hips, pulling her towards his body as he captured her mouth in a rough kiss. Calliope yelped as they collided, feeling Emmrich’s hard length between her legs. Instinctively she rolled her hips, moaning as she attained some of the friction she desperately sought.

“So needy Calliope.” Emmrich chuckled, Calliope’s breath hitched as Emmrich’s hand cupped her mound, a sound of pleasure leaving Emmrich as he felt the damp curls between her legs, his middle finger tracing up and down her slit, threatening to plunge between her folds.

“I want to see you come undone by my touch,” Emmrich growled, plunging his fingers into Calliope, leaving her gasping as he stroked her exactly where she needed. “Wearing my shirt, my necklace, you have me completely enthralled Calliope. You are mine.”

Calliope whimpered as Emmrich’s words aided her to dance along the edge of release, she was so close, her core tight as she constricted around Emmrich’s fingers. His thumb found her clit, gently pressing down on the nub, knowing this would cause her climax. “That’s it Calliope, cum for me.”

[wellthebardsdead]

Solairen: *picked apart every thread of Raphael’s carefully put together facade and unraveled his plan piece by piece with the crushing truth of reality until he’s left literally backed into a corner by the paladins hulking frame* If your father, with all the powers of a Demi god, still had the foresight to not use the crown. What hope do you have of succeeding with less than a fraction of that power?

Raphael: *gritting his teeth as he glares up at him, trying so hard to keep his composure* That idiot doesn’t have the sense to see that far in the future! You don’t know anything you petulant rat!

Solairen: I’m the petulant one am I? I’m not the one about to cry. *smiles lifting his chin to look at him properly as his thumb rests on his lips* You’re so desperate to prove yourself, but for who? You even make yourself appear more mature just to be taken seriously. You’ll never be satisfied seeking approval from others when you loathe yourself as you do.

Raphael: *composure cracking as he leans into his touch, a sincere and comforting warmth Haarlep is simply incapable of providing him* I d-do not loathe myself and I need the approval of no one-

Solairen: then drop the illusion… let me see you.

Raphael: *visibly pouts as he does as he’s told. His appearance changing from that of a middle aged man to that of one in his early 20s, young, doe eyed, almost angelic even. And visibly bristling as he awaits his response, ready to bite back at the first sign of mockery*

Solairen: Pretty… *smile softening as his eyes take in every feature* I’m sorry nobody respects you as you are… it must be exhausting having to hide away behind a mask…

Raphael: *feeling an unfamiliar warmth join the infernal heat in his chest, one his mortal half desperately longs for that his devil half denied for so long* I… *huffs looking away as his face begins to flush* what, do you want then… if my plan is so delusional, why are you still here?

Solairen: because I do need the hammer… but I can’t give you the crown in return… and I also don’t want to see your pretty face snuffed out by your fathers hand… So, what do you want Raphael?… Not what do you want to prove yourself, not to show off, not to gain the approval of others… what, do you, want?… *turns his head back to look at him*

Raphael: *leans into his touch as his mask finally breaks. He’d never really gotten a choice in anything in his life. His purpose was decided long before he was ever born. To be a servant and tool for his father. Heir by name to a throne he’d never inherit. Just one of many he’d sire, and one he’d easily dispose of if given reason to. He’d spent his whole life denying his mortal needs to prove himself as a true devil, clawing at any scrap of approval thrown his way, he’d worked so hard and for what?… to deny part of his very being in favour of a fiend* the hammer is yours if… you, if you-…

Solairen: use your words, Raphael… I like hearing you talk.

Raphael: *face visibly going bright red as his cambion form appears briefly before changing back, his hands quickly coming up to cover his startled expression* i-I want you damn it!!! Damn you! *shoves the hammer to him as it appears, still covering his face with one hand*

Solairen: *chuckles and takes the hammer from him, setting it aside as he takes his hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing it* You’ll have to be alright sharing me with Astarion then.

Raphael: *shivers at the kiss, tail popping out along with his horns before he swats them both away and looks at him, making the mistake of locking eyes with the towering drow* w-will he- be okay with that?…

Solairen: Oh yes… *pulls him in close and lifts him up with ease* so, we have a deal then?

Raphael: *swallows hard and nods* c-can you just… hold me?… and keep saying nice things about me?

Solairen: gladly~

*2 hours later*

Solairen: *walks out holding the hammer* I got him.

Calliope: the hammers a boy? owo

Solairen: The Hammer? No Raph- I- oh. Uh.

Astarion: *facepalms*

*meanwhile*

Haarlep: *lounging on the bed. Smoking the hookah pipe as he watches the door sensing his masters return*

Raphael: *crawls in, literally*

Haarlep: I- master??

Raphael: *faceplants on the floor* Ugh-

[quins-makeshift-menagerie]

Commission for @penumbramewtwos

[embeesart]

Pen drawings I did this weekend :]

[crystallizedtwilight]

I'm glad we met

[lucifer-imaginaryfriend]

Hellaverse Fan kid week Day Three: Matching (Alastor & Lucifer with Calliope and Cherie)

Very proud parents and are in Aw by how cute their daughters look (and how similar they are to them lol)

And separate versions, OCs belong to @bunny-is-cute from the blog @hells-greatest-performers

[missbehavior0u0]

Unfinished/just forgot to post drawings from the last few months!