#character study: Alaric

[raccmeta]

you don't understand it's vitally important to draw your ocs hot and sweaty and almost naked

[traumatise]

he leaves, just like alaric suggested, and it's brutal. a loud silence descends about as fast as regret. because fuck. this isn't who he is. he isn't the one who shoves people away just because he can't take a little heat. what even was that? his mind keeps replaying the look on damon's face, unhelpfully listing all those tiny changes in expression in explicit detail for his viewing displeasure. he isn't that asshole, but he sure is tonight. he isn't the one to take what damon offers and throw it away, but he sure is tonight. for what, ric? for what? what are you so afraid of?

here's what's worse: losing even an ounce of his respect. they've both worked too hard to get here and also didn't even have to work at it at all, in some ways, it comes so naturally to them. so being the reason for a potential damon landslide is ... pretty inexcusable. not just because it's a little embarrassing to contemplate (damon's a grown man, number one, and ric wouldn't take that shit on as his own responsibility as if it isn't fully on damon for however he chooses to react to people being people, number two) but also because fuck, this isn't who they are. these aren't the lines they've drawn, unspoken but understood. important. they're two people who have each other and a bar at the end of the day, if nothing else, and that's more than enough. that should always be more than enough.

he takes a moment, maybe five, to calm his racing heart. to recollect himself, for whatever that's fucking worth, into everything he remembers being when shit gets tough. stable, for one. that's a plus he won't take for granted again. and yeah, when the door opens again, and damon's voice filters through, there's something unfortunate and jittery going on with his pulse again, but that's much more simple to ignore this time. because—fuck, since when does damon even do this, anyway? since when is he the one to come back, hold up a peace offering? something's tugging way too hard on his last guarded heartstring, and it's all he can do not to cross the distance and kiss him hard, fast, messy with more than words can ever say. but that's so counter-productive it has his head spinning. so he locks it up, throws it into the ocean, prays it never finds its way back up for air. ignores the fact that he's done this before. ignores the fact that it always does.

for all ric knows there are dead witches pulling at his sleeves and beckoning him deeper into the house, but they've lost whatever meager grip they could have had on him the moment damon salvatore was asked to leave and let himself come back.

worse liar is a touch concerning, but fair. deserved. ric finally turns around, brings himself back to damon, eyes catching on the bottle in his hands and softening in absolute spite of himself. "done jerking off," he agrees, reaching out to take it; and his fingers do close around damon's, and it is entirely intentional, squeezing a bit. lets the weight of an apology settle there before he fully accepts the bottle from him. "look at you with the booze ready to go while i'm having an episode. are we swapping species and roles now?" and that's an apology, too, at the end of the day.

he eases by damon, out of the house, allows his shoulder to bump the other's gently along the way. tries to tell himself it's more for damon's benefit than for his own. "let's take a minute. the witches are telling me to reconnect with nature by drinking this entire thing, and i don't think it'd be wise to disobey." he doesn't stop until he's all the way to the car, settles himself atop the hood with plenty of space for damon to sit alongside him. it feels better already out here—fresh air, something to drink, fewer expectations. he can do this. he can be normal. he can be the brick wall of alaric that they both need more often than not. he just needs damon to buckle down with that pretty girlfriend and never make him prove himself wrong.

Signals do not get any more mixed than this, he's sure. Further confirmed when he's sent a half stumble backward, forcibly reacquainted with supporting his own weight on the floorboards. He blinks, slow and stupid, trying and failing to figure out how the path from Point A to Point 7 had been a direct one, but Alaric's already halfway across the room when he has the bearings again to just ask. Or, wait. He did that already, and lost out on a real answer and then some. This is Damon's fault, because it usually is, and maybe the push for a magical crash course speed run was a step too far. Many steps too far, the way Ric's shaking an addict, creating as much distance between them like Damon had been the one moving like a man possessed. He opens his mouth and shuts it again twice, wonders when the hell this got so complicated and what could have possibly gone wrong first.

The witch thing might be the tipping point, but it's not the truth. Damon knows that the second it ghosts over his lips. Technically several seconds after, since his mind tends to blank on signs of trouble anytime he's got a warm body pressed over his, but that's beside the point. What he doesn't know is which of his latest attempts at being comforting were entirely the wrong move, or why he's so mind bogglingly bad at this. No need for an extensive play by play of everything going on in Ric's head, even if every flash in his eyes is as tortured and unreadable as the last. Unlike some other very important people in their lives, Damon doesn't carry the inclination to hold him down and force that kind of soul bearing to the surface. He'd sort of like to now, since apparently Ric doesn't trust him enough to get it off his chest even prompted. That's the part that's not sitting well. That's the part that stings.

For the good of the team, he tries to reckon what might actually be justified. It's been a very long time since he was human. Doesn't remember what it's like to very suddenly have immeasurable power coursing under his skin, or how he managed to level it out. Inextricably horny? Maybe. He doesn't appreciate getting jerked around, even if the extraction was entirely necessary, because again, they're. They're working on something. Growth or whatever stupid reason. Ric's the one that planted the idea for Damon to get situated without being so careless about who he's touching on, and here he is unable to contain himself. Should be vindicating - the instant rejection makes it anything but. Paired with his inability to be honest, Damon's seeing a little red. And sure, there's a chance he's overthinking it, but clearly he's been under-thinking everything else, so this seems like the right time to play it safe. Whatever game this is, he's losing. Bad. So. He'll oblige before hurt develops into a really pissy mood like it tends to, and he decides he ought to screw things up on purpose. That he's really good at, but there's two heartbeats pounding horribly out of sync in his ears, and he has no interest in setting the human one off and accidentally killing his best (read, only) friend because he needs to have the last word.

"Sure thing, Ric. Take your time." Curt, flat, and to the point, because he's been trying his damnedest here to be good about, frankly, everything, from the witch stuff to the werewolf stuff to the semblance of human decency stuff, and it's still somehow biting him in the ass. At a certain point this has to be a talent. He doesn't wait for Ric to respond, breezes back down the main way and out the door. Slams it shut for good measure, rattling the frame hard enough to echo a message that he has zero intention of coming back inside. Maybe most of that's the witches' doing. A reminder he's not welcome here, there, or anywhere. Whatever, man. Not his kind of party anyway.

He only gets as far as Ric's car when he remembers he can't vamp speed out of here, which is just more bullshit he's not in the mood to figure out. Breaking something might help, and for a brief moment the windshield is an appealing option. Driving off and leaving Ric to walk would also feel good. For a moment. The combination of both sounds like a recipe for bugs in his mouth, though, so he abandons that pretty immediately. Mostly because he doesn't actually want to do any of those things, just can't temper what part of this is psycho wolf brain and what part is regular grade, psycho Damon brain. Neither are trustworthy. And you know what, neither is Ric. Dawns on him then that his impulse control has found some check, which is a very dim bright side. Does it still count if he doesn’t have an audience? Back to a tree falling in the forest. Might be easier to just burn it down.

He takes a minute, maybe five, trying to sort out what Ric - not present Ric, because that guy's not handling anything well - would do. What he might need to unscrew this particular setback. Maybe he had a point in there. The air outside is clean of any morbid witchy tension, and that helps calm his nerves enough to think of action beyond destruction. There's a couple things he can try. Booze might be the problem but booze is also the solution, where Alaric is generally concerned, so he sighs, fishes the emergency bottle out of the trunk and figures that's a long enough break. He can be cool again. Probably. The front door is heavier this time (for crying out loud, can they get over themselves?) but Damon doesn't bother to step over the threshold. "Hey, asshole," he calls inside, scanning what he can make out under the magic light show, "If you're not jerking off or dead yet, I got something for you. Consider it a grand prize for being a worse liar than Jeremy." And maybe that's sort of an apology, too. Depends on Ric's attitude.

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Silanche kid-Fleur Vanrouge

“Now I’m one step closer to becoming a knight!”

Voice claim: TBA

Character info

  Finally we have Fleur Vanrouge, eldest child of the Vanrouge family. When she was younger her hair formed thick and fluffy curls that seemed to be as wild as her personality, as she grew older, nothing changed. She’s rarely found inside, she’s mostly outdoors with the animals, exploring the forest around their house, or running around castle Draconia. She aspires to be a knight like her father and uncle Sebek so she did everything to become one. She learned horsemanship, sword fighting, and studied everything that she could. From linguistics, to history, and science. When the time came for her to be sorted into her dorm at NRC she was ready to hear the mirror shout “Diasomnia!” Only it didn’t, it shouted the name of her mother’s dorm. Pomefiore. Now she’s an agent of chaos for the current dorm leader as a type of rebellion. 

  Growing up in such a large household is something she adores. When she was younger she would always go with Silver to the castle if he didn’t have to be on patrol, if he was then she would hang out with her grandpa or uncle Sebek. As kids, Lilia gifted her and Alaric matching crystal necklaces that were enchanted with a protection spell, ever since then they always wear them. 

Fun facts: Always has something stuck in her hair (flowers, leaves, twigs, etc.). When her or Alaric visits home, they have a tradition of going on a trail ride past a waterfall that they’ve dubbed the “Fire Fall” because at sunrise the water appears golden-orange, then they’ll race back home and the winner chooses their next activity. Always has some type of armor on under her casual clothes post-graduation. Veryyyy baby-faced during her first year at NRC. People assume she’s a daddy’s girl but that’s not 100% true, she loves her dad and is his mini me but much like her brother she’ll always call Blanche “Mama”.

Basic info

Age: 16-20 (first year-post graduation)

Height: 167cm/5’4 during first year, 182cm/ 5’10 at graduation 

B-day: May 17th (Taurus) 

Dominant hand: right

Family: Blanche and Silver (Mama and Dad), Alaric (brother), Lilia (grandpa), Granny Primrose (great grandma “granny”)

Nickname: Wildflower (by family and close friends)

School years

Class A

Club: Horseback riding club

Best subject: P.E

Hobbies: archery, horse riding, loving her significant other

Pet peeve: People underestimating her 

Favorite food: Her mom’s baking

Least favorite food: Her grandpa’s cooking

Talent: Swordsmanship 

Unique Magic: Rose Armor, similar to Blanche she can grow thorny vines around her and even grow roses from the vines. Similar to Miss Acacia from Jack and the Cuckoo-clock Heart. 

Character dynamics

Alaric: Thick as thieves, they’re inseparable when either of them comes home. Despite having different hobbies and interests she tries her best to remember everything he likes. 

Jane: Little sister numero uno. Fleur sometimes enables Jane’s chaotic tendencies but she always makes sure that she doesn’t get hurt. They would explore the Vanrouge property and Fleur would show her all the good spots to look for rare rocks. Girl talks go hard between Jane, Fleur, and Luna. 

(Jackrose AU)

Joey Howl: Lovers! They grew up together and have a classic friends to lovers relationship. She’s a year older than him so at NRC they meet up either between classes or after the school day to talk about stuff. Usually it’s Joey complaining about the ruckus at his dorm or Jane complaining about Pomefiore. 

Luna Howl: Little sister numero dos. If Luna wasn’t causing trouble with Jane and Alaric she would be with Fleur. There’s been numerous times where Fleur’s had to stop her from chasing the chickens. 

(Emmeleus AU)

Aria Draconia: They’ve known each other forever and Fleur is even her personal guard. As serious as she likes to be on duty, Aria always reminds her that they’re friends first before knight and princess. Perhaps even more than friends. One day Aria began leaving gifts for Fleur and she assumed it was because they’re friends or maybe the princess was being polite or she knew about Fleur’s crush on her and is just indulging it in a way that isn’t rude. Until one day the king himself pulled Fleur aside to ask if her and Aria were in a courtship. 

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[braveclementine]

Damon x reader pt. 2

Warnings: technical torture, death

Copyright: I do not own any TVD/TO/Legacies characters, nor any places in New Orleans or Mystic Falls that may be mentioned.

I headed through the library, staring around in awe. I loved reading, it was one of my favorite pastimes and the Salvatore library and the Mikelson libraries were often frequented by my presence. Both the Mikelson compounds in Mystic Falls and New Orleans. Marcel and Alaric both also had good collections of books. Along with the founding families of Mystic Falls.

"This is. . ." I was spinning in circles, taking in every aisle of books I could see. The room extended in both directions farther than I could see and was filled with people. Except, because of the size, it seemed almost empty.

The ceiling was low, chandeliers hanging from the ceiling with bright lighting. The floor was made of polished oak wood which complimented the Spruce bookshelves.

The books were organized by genre, signs nailed onto the ends of each bookcase stating the genre of the section. The rows seemed to go back rather far, sometimes even turning corners and becoming a maze of books for genres.

With Damon's help, the mystical creatures section was found and it was also found that all of the people were in this section, or at the tables in the middle of the library studying.

Damon and I gathered up several different books of various topics before we decided to move somewhere more private.

Roaming the library, I found that there was a set of double doors at the end of the right side of the room. But when I tried to open them, I found they were locked. However, I could hear the quiet murmurs of people talking behind the doors, accompanied by the occasional laugh.

"Come on, let's find someplace to settle down." Damon mentioned, his arms laden with eight books. I hurried behind him as fast as my legs could carry me, burdened with at least five books.

We found a private, quiet corner not far from the strange double doors in the Ancient Roman section. It was in a maze like corner and completely secluded.

We sat down next to each other. I fold my legs underneath me while he stretched his legs out so his feet were pressed up against the opposite bookcase. He lounged lazily with his book while I studied my studiously, my head bent over the open book in my lap.

The book I was reading was strangely familiar in characteristics, almost identical to what I had learned about Vampires, Werewolves, and Witches in my time with the Originals and the Salvatore's.

It mentioned vervain and wooden stakes. It mentioned full moons and curses. It even mentioned daylight rings and magical devices that could stake out vampires. It made me nervous reading it and I nudged Damon.

"Dae?"

He quickly spun his head. I only called him that when I was truly scared. I hadn't meant to call him that because it didn't seem like a really bad thing, but it had slipped.

"What's wrong Y/N?"

I showed him the book. "Look how descriptive this is. There's no way that the person who wrote this wasn't either a vampire, werewolf, or witch, or knew of them!"

"But what's so scary about that?" Damon asked. "If humans don't believe in this stuff, it would be smart for a vampire, werewolf, or witch to write a book on it. They'd make a lot of money. Heck, I could write about the adventures that we've been on and it would be put down as fiction!"

I breathed in deeply and smiled at him, relaxing my shoulders, "Yeah, yeah, you're right. I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm freaking out over this."

Damon put an arm around my shoulder and I nearly stopped breathing but quickly forced my attention back to the book. I decided to move onto another book, as I knew everything that the book I was reading had to offer. It would be better if I saw the other variants of the Vampire books so that I could be prepared on the questions depending on which type they asked.

"Y/N, look at this." Damon said with a snort. I shifted my attention to the book Damon was reading, "These vampires sparkle. Like fairies."

I laughed lightly. "Twilight vampires aren't real Damon."

"Neither are real vampires." Damon teased.

Someone must be nearby.

I chuckled, "Fair enough."

I tilted my head upwards and then found that Damon's face was inches from mine.

My breath was knocked out of me at the sight of him and I felt like freaking Bella looking at Edward except. . . this was more real. More pure.

A few strands of his hair were pressed to his forehead, his mouth curved upwards into that sexy smirk. His eyes were icy blue, penetrating into my soul. He had just the faintest start of a beard, probably from not shaving this morning. I could smell his John Varvatos cologne, which was an almost woodsy smell, not overpowering enough to be overwhelming, just enough to be delightful.

And his lips, where my E/C eyes were looking. Though he was smirking, his lips were parted just slightly, his top lip was thin, but his bottom lip was full and pink and kissable. Fuck, everything about him was kissable.

His head dipped downwards and I closed my eyes. I could feel his breath on my own lips, quivering in anticipation. His arm tightened around my shoulder, almost bringing me closer. There was so much hesitation, tension, and anticipation, and then I felt him pull back.

"Y/N." He groaned, "I'm not good for you. I'm a killer, a monster, a vampire. I'm dangerous, either by myself or by bringing dangers to me. If I. . . I can't lead you on. I can't make you think that I can be with you when it's just going to endanger you anyways."

"Damon. . ." I murmured, reaching for his hand. He let me take it, tracing the lines of his palm. Every person had a W or a V traced into their hands from palm lines. The W was for Werewolf and the V was for Vampire. It didn't necessarily mean that they would turn into one or the other, as most people went about their lives without even knowing such things existed. But it was just for what would be better for someone.

I was unique. On my right palm, I had a V and on my left palm, I had a W. A hybrid. Of course, not that it meant anything. I would never actually be a hybrid as I was not a werewolf. But that was besides the point.

Before I could say anything else, one of the assistant managers came around the corner of the library and I dropped Damon's hand, resting my left hand on the open book instead, looking up.

"Ah, Y/N Y/L/N, there you are. Come on, I have the rest of the others gathering. You should come alone."

He was flanked by two guards- he never went anywhere without them- and I quickly got up, leaving the books and Damon behind. We'd talk later.

I followed Mr. Laritate from the bookshelves. "Where are we going?" I asked.

"The other side of the library." Mr. Laritate answered and I followed him to the double doors I had been checking out earlier. "I'll see you soon."

I stepped through the doors and they slammed closed behind me.

I sighed, moving away from the doors.

This room was smaller, though it was still a library. However, unlike the other library, there was nothing extravagant or polished about this library.

There were cheap wooden chairs and tables scattered throughout the room in different shapes of square, rectangular, circular, and even a few that were triangular.

The bookshelves were rather cheap looking, some of the shelves crooked like they hadn't been fitted in properly. The floor was made of stone. There wasn't even a rug thrown over it.

This room seemed more crowded than the other, probably because of the smaller size of it- both sides of the room were rather close- and because there seemed to be quite a few people here.

I walked up to one of the bookcases to pull off a book and found that I couldn't. I frowned and got a better look at the bookshelves.

The books were fake. They were just painted wood- not even painted well up close- and glued to the cheap shelves. What in the world?

Was this an escape room kind of game? That didn't make sense at all and a strange fear lit up in side of me.

I took another look around the room, this time focused on the people, willing myself to recognize someone.

They all seemed rather buddy buddy with each other and it wasn't until I finally saw a few familiar faces- not necessarily friendly as I had beaten them last round- that I realized who these people were.

They were the losers of the past rounds.

But. . . they were dropped off at the islands and the planes shipped them home. . .

Well apparently not.

I also noticed that the large, heavy wooden doors were the only escape route. There wasn't a single window or door in the entire library. Not even a skylight or a trapdoor.

As the time continued to pass, my anxiety grew. The others didn't seem to mind, chatting easily with the others, either standing, sitting on the edges of tables, sitting on the floor by the bookcases, or lounging lazily in the wooden chairs.

"Do you know what's supposed to be going on?" I muttered to one young man- who I had no idea who he was.

He shrugged, "We were in the losers chambers for a few days. Now we're here. I figure it's a sort of redemption game."

Was it? If it was- why was I here then?

That was when the loud noise started.

It was horrendous, making everyone in the room drop to their knees, covering their ears with their hands.

I was one of them, squatting down, my elbows resting beside my thighs as I squeezed my hands tightly over my ears.

"DAMON!" I shouted as loudly as I dared, wondering if he could hear any of this or if he was covering his ears too.

The loud noise stopped and I looked up along with everyone else.

Protruding from the ceiling were large, funnel like structures. I started to edge my way towards the wooden doors. "Damon, I need you. I'm scared, please Dae." I begged under my breath, knowing he'd be able to hear me.

That was when it started to rain.

At first, everyone looked around puzzled as the rain splashed onto the stone floor, the clothes, the hair, and the furniture. And then the screaming started.

It was acid rain.

Everyone was trying to work together, pushing tables together so that they could all dive underneath, crawling into each others laps as everyone pushed for the middle.

Meanwhile, I ran for the door. I screamed in pain as the drops hit my skin, pulling a bobby pin from my hair because I knew the door would be locked.

"DAMON!" I screamed. I wasn't the only one screaming for people. Others were screaming for loved ones, for friends, for mothers, for fathers, for some ridiculous names that I was sure were meant for pets. "DAMON PLEASE!"

I wasn't very good at picking locks, especially with a fucking bobby pin. I stuck it into the lock, jiggling it around frantically as acid rain dropped down my cheeks, sizzing my hair, and burning my clothes away.

I was a mess and I knew it. I shrieked, falling to my knees as one of the rain drops fell into my eyes. I screamed in pain, squeezing my eyes shut, jiggling the bobby pin frantically, more and more. The lock was starting to melt and finally, finally, I slammed my shoulder against the door and the doors cracked open.

Everyone started to stream from the room, carrying chairs and tables over their heads, screaming for the others to get off the yacht.

The people who had been studying for the test looked up, trying to figure out what was going on.

I ignored everyone, stumbling back to where I had left Damon. I prayed he wasn't there because if he was, he had either ignored me, hadn't heard me, or he was hurt.

Unfortunately, it was the latter. His wrists were tied to the bookcases with vervain, a stake plunged into his stomach.

"Y/N." He replied weakly.

I yanked the stake out of his stomach, hissing as the burned hands came in contact with the wood. Crying in pain, which just cause more pain because of my burned cheeks and eye, I undid the vervain ropes before collapsing in pain and tears.

"Y/N? Y/N?" Damon asked frantically, his healing process slower than normal from the vervain. "What happened? Y/N! Speak to me!"

"Acid rain." I coughed out. "Please Damon."

Damon bit into his wrist roughly, practically forcing his blood down my throat.

I sucked at it eagerly, not necessarily because I relished the taste, but because of the relief it brought. The pain from my eye faded, the bloody wounds fading from my legs, arms, and face. My hair stopped smelling like it was burning and the hair follicles healed.

As I tried catching my breath from all the horror, Damon's hand found a place on the back of my head, smashing his lips to mine feverishly.

It was better than I had thought it would be. His lips were soft, yet firm and hard against my own which simply melted against his force. I could taste blood, smoke, bourbon, and something sweet- maybe from the pancakes.

His hand gripped my hair hard, forcing me against him- not that I minded. His other hand snaked around my waist, pressing me into him. I felt my terror and fear slipping away and I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing back with full force.

I pulled away from air, our foreheads resting together as I breathed in deeply. "I thought you said you weren't going to play with my feelings."

"I couldn't stop myself. Hearing you scream for me and I was unable to get there. Knowing that you could've died and I would've been stuck here, tied down with fucking vervain and a bloody piece of wood. I've never been scared like that before. I love you Y/N. I love you so fucking much and it's not fair to you."

"Don't stay away from me anymore." I murmured. "I don't care. I love you Damon."

"I know. But we have to talk about this later. I'm getting you out of here now."

We got to our feet and Damon wrapped an arm around my waist, leading me through the bookcases quickly until we got out of the maze, heading for the door.

The library was a mess now, chairs overturned, books flung everywhere. It was still raining in the acid room and I wondered if anyone was dead in there.

"Damon. . . what if we could help someone in there?" I asked as he pulled me towards the exit to the library.

"If it means I'm putting you in danger, I can't." Damon replied forcefully. "I won't."

I felt my heart wrench, "Please Damon."

Damon hesitated, looking between the exit and the acid doors.

I was in his arms within seconds and he zoomed back to the acid doors, looking inside. There were a few bodies laying on the ground, unmoving and the blood leaking out of them suggested that they were completely dead. Anyone alive- even injured- had escaped.

I let out a sob and Damon hugged me to his chest. "Let's go Y/N. Come on."

He sprinted to the door, opening it up, and coming short, pushing me behind him as he came face to face with Mr. Laritate and his two guards. It only now hit me that his guards had stayed behind when he'd walked me to the acid room.

Damon bared his teeth.

"Ah, I see you two are up and kicking." Mr. Laritate said with a bit of a smile. "And completely healed Y/N Y/L/N, what a pleasant, but unsurprising outcome."

"You knew?" I whisper asked, clutching the back of Damon's shirt. I didn't want him to get hurt. "The game show was just a hoax?"

"Not for those who are lower on the totem pole. The workers on the boat and other staff. But me and the creators of the games are really looking for someone- or rather- something else. Vampires to be most specific."

I clutched the back of Damon's shirt harder.

"So letters are sent out all the time to cities like New Orleans and other cities that might have supernatural population. We usually get quite a few Vampires from New Orleans, and we've even got a witch working with us. But Mystic Falls was mentioned and so we sent a few letters out, looking for the right house. And now you two are here. Two very fine vampires."

"You're wrong." Damon growled, a protective arm thrown in front of me. "I'm the only Vampire here."

Mr. Laritate tilted his head to the side, his bald head shining in the fluorescent lights, his glasses perched on the end of his nose. "Well. . . not for long."

I felt hands catch around my throat and I let out a choked gasp. Damon spun, fearful eyes meeting mine as there was a pain in my neck, a cracking sound, and everything went black.

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level three Dr. Ratio from the hit mobile game Honkai: Star rail that has epic gameplay, cool characters to collect, and an amazing storyline to follow! If you download now, you can get 80 free pulls! You can also see extremely queer characters, but the fandom will still argue about sexualities! This man also may or may not be inlove with a very specific gambler blonde and I will not tolerate anyone dissagreeing with my opinion. :3

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name(s) - Dr. Ratio , Veritas , Alaric , Alistair , Atticus, Caius , Cassius , Elowen , Emery , Evander , Evelina , Isolde , Jules , Leander , Linden , Lysander, Morgan , Rhys , Rowan , Silvan , Soren , Tarian , Thorne , Titus , Valeria , Verity , Vincent , Violet , Violet , Apollo , Dionysis , Augustin , Diandra , Despina

pronouns - He / Xe / Ae / Vae / An / Analyze / Logic / Logics / Logicself / Calc / Calculate / Mu / Muse / Nyx / Eq / Equa / Equation / For / Formula / Formulas / Ma / Matri / Matrix / Vi / Met / Method / Methods / Ne / Num / Sol / Solve / Solves / Tac / Tactic / Tactics / Theo / Theor / Theory / Musi / Musics

gender(s) - Male , Blurimasculine , Catscholaea , Writergender , Libramasculine , Prettyboygenius , Cockygenius , Gnoseogender

orientations - Achillean , Aroaceflux

role(s) - doctor , assidumate , academic , archivist ,

species - human

source(s) - Dr. Ratio , Honkai: Star Rail

emoji(s) - 📖 , 🏺, 🍷 , 🍵, �� , 🍇 , 🐈‍⬛

likes - journaling , studying people , astronomy , psychology , reading , teaching others , drinking tea , documentaries , Photography , Organization , Small birds

dislikes - inappropriate jokes , idiots , Bright colors/lights , being disrupted when relaxing , Bigotry

front triggers - watching documentaries , academics , someone being uninformed or just blatantly wrong about something.

personality description - An outspoken member of the Intelligentsia Guild, dedicated to spreading knowledge far and wide, with the goal of eradicating the pervasive affliction of ignorance that afflicts the universe.

typing quirk - usually types with proper punctuation and wording, using a large vocabulary. though sometimes, usually when low energy, he can respond with simple, one to two word responses, even such as "k."

typing example / small message - Another day has passed. Today was particularly tiring, as I had to deal with multiple particularly ignorant individuals. but I remained patient nonetheless, as patience breeds success. though I feel a tad weary. Irritation can easily tire one out. I'm actually quite eager to rest tonight.

source memories - he has romantic memories of Aventurine. Aventurine would often overspend on gifts and outings for the two of them, which got on his nerves at times, but he didn't often complain about it, though he preferred when the two of them could create more meaningful gifts for one another. such as crocheting together. he also has memories of experiencing Chronic back pain, and had memorized several different ways to manage and lessen it.

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[mysticstarlightduck]

For the character dynamic asks, between Supporting Characters: What are their backgrounds and connections with each other? How do they contribute to the main plot? And, how do their relationships change over the course of the story?

(I like side characters ^_^)

Thank you so much for the tag, @diabolical-blue! I'll go with some of the most relevant side characters from Song of Thorns for this one!

Some small spoilers below the cut!

What are their backgrounds and connections with each other? How do they contribute to the main plot? And, how do their relationships change over the course of the story?

SONG OF THORNS

There are quite a few secondary characters in this WIP, and they range from secondary protagonists sort of characters to actually just side characters! Let's start with a few of them:

Tarrant - Tarrant is a close friend of Cyriel - one of the mercenary twins who becomes Roselyn's friend - and is overall rather important to her backstory. Tarrant is the twins' half (illegitimate) cousin and is the only family they've ever really known. He taught them how to survive on their own, abilities that allowed them to thrive and eventually be taken under the wing of a local bounty hunter. Tarrant, unfortunately, had his soul sold against his will by his parents to a cruel local mobster/warlord, Gideon Alameth, in a contract in exchange for a lot of money, and currently is looking for a way to free himself from said binding contract - he wants to be able to choose his own fate and no longer be the plaything of people much more powerful than him. He contributes to the Main Plot in two ways: 1. He has his own subplot where he is trying to free himself from his contract, and 2. He serves as a voice of reason for the reckless twins and is very knowledgeable about their lawless hometown's inner workings, making him a very valuable ally for the MCs.

Elveryn - Elveryn is a human monster hunter, the deadliest of the land. As of the start of the story, he is an antagonist, tasked by the King with hunting down and killing Renn, who is a dhampir, and bringing Renn's human associates/friends (Alaric, Roselyn, Orianna, etc) back to the capital for judgment. He is an infamously ruthless and resilient young man, whose hatred of monsters is only surpassed by his thirst for revenge and his grief for his little brother, whom he believes was murdered by vampires (and blames himself for not saving him in time, though he won't admit it). He is intelligent, fierce, and relentless, wielding a crossbow of his own creation armed with explosive silver bolts. He proves to be, over time, a truly terrifying opponent to the main cast, but there may still be redemption for him down the line. He is one of the most important side characters of this story and is a part of one of the most emotional plot twists in the book.

Aelia the Bloody - The first "successful" victim of the Sanguinex, Aelia was an innocent girl whose soul was bound to that of the eldest princess of the royal family 100 years ago (Princess Cordellia was dying from the plague that had swept through the land - which is very very important to the current plot - so the Royal family funded the studies of blood magic by human mages, dubbed Sanguinex, in search for a cure for the blood curse plague. The magic serum created was said to grant people vampiric abilities and more - and Aelia was one of the test subjects used by Prince Larkin - who is currently the ruling king of the city and the princess' younger brother - to achieve the cure, and the only successful one, the only one who survived. Aelia transformed into what is currently called a Faux Vampire or a ghoul and her now immortal soul was bound to the dying princess', granting her an extended life. Aelia was locked away in the bowels of the castle, and the princess never found out the truth about how she was cursed. 100 years later, now, Aelia has grown into a young adult - vampires like her age very, very slowly - and has been driven slightly unhinged by her transformation and imprisonment, though she yearns for freedom and revenge and wants to be reunited with her family (who are all long since dead, unfortunately). Aelia is the first person to ever be artificially turned into a living, or unliving, vampire, and is tied to the origin of the Sanguinex Arts currently wielded by the Royal regime. She befriends the main cast after they discover her existence, the first friends she made in a whole century, and proves a valuable, if unstable and murderous, ally.

Lady Elenah - She is Prince Alaric's stepmother and essentially the person who truly raised him, being a true mother to him. She is a very much motherly woman, and also has a fiery, loving temper that imposes respect in those around her. She cares for Alaric own as her own. She is instrumental to the MCs discovering some of the intrigues from the royal court and being a very much no-nonsense, determined woman, she is also important in other aspects of the story and is a very active character in the plot! She is also willing to manipulate others and lie through her teeth to get what she wants and keep her son safe, but would never hurt a fly if she had the choice.

Jasen Lethia - He is more of a secondary protagonist or at least very important character. Jasen is the older brother of Roselyn Lethia and him being kidnapping is the inciting incident that sets the story in motion. Since he spends most of the earlier acts of the book, until mid-act 2/3 actually missing from the story due to him being held captive by the nobles, before he is found and becomes an active part of the plot, he can be considered a side character during those acts in the book. I can't go into too much detail about him without essentially spoiling a lot of important plot points, but know that he is important to the story and is also a great older brother to Roselyn and Portia!

[ad0rati0ns]

i'm feeling like i'm in a bit of a writing slump, so if anyone would like to dm about plots or threads, lmk <3 i have a lot of muses to work with, haha sometimes i don't know what to do with them.

i don't mind angst, at all, but i will not write taboo things. i also prefer to fade-to-black in smut senarios, so if you're looking for a smut-heavy thread, i'm sorry!

i'm gonna try and work on some of the threads i have. All of my muses are like period, historical, or fantasy! Here are my muses that I currently write with, if you want to check them out:

Women <3

Athena Cunningham (Maia Mitchell fc). Plays noblewomen, princesses, etc. Good for regency or later. She's reckless and a little naive.

Henrietta Owens (Alisha Boe). Plays servants, village girls, princesses, handmaidens, noblewomen, low-key anything. Good for both medieval and regency plots! She's passionate and well-rounded.

Juliet Fairchild (Kristine Froseth). Plays any period role. She's expressive, usually wealthy, and kinda spoiled. She means well, though.

Sara Sarrarel (Poppy Drayton). Plays princesses, village girls, any medieval/fantasy role tbh. I have her as more of a medieval character. She's stubborn and annoying <3

Reyna Rusnak (Millie Brady). She plays commoners, usually in a fantasy setting. She's better for darker themes just based on vibes alone. Works well in medieval settings. Her personality is pretty verse-dependent. I have her as being loyal, scrappy, and a little mysterious

Fiona Campbell (Sophie Skelton). She plays commoners, sex-workers, down-on-her luck characters. She could also probably be a noblewoman. She's my newest character so I'm still figuring her out. I think she's kinda jaded for some reason.

Men <3

Buck Birch (Tom Blyth). He is only in Western verse threads. He's usually an outlaw, but he could work as a common man, too. He's my most verse-specific character. He's charming, sly, and dangerous.

Shi Bolin. (Dylan Wang). He is good for bodyguards/knights/protectors. He could also be a weird, angsy prince. He's not the most friendly but he'll protect your character.

Remy Longfellow (Adrain Enscoe). He's good for regency/bridgerton things. He's your basic soft boy who's a little dumb <3

Alistair Brown (Thomas Brodie-Sangster). I usually play him as a tavern-owner. He can also be in Bridgerton type threads. He's hard-working, sarcastic, and a good man.

Benjamin Isakson (Jack Wolfe). He is usually only put in vampire threads tbh. He is good for fantasy/supernatural threads. He's naive, bookish, and he likes to study the supernatural. He is my personal baby.

James Parker (Harry Gilby). Usually more medieval threads. He's good as bodyguards or a loyal soilder. He wants to prove himself to his superior. He's just a young man that has to face a lot of darkness, I feel.

Alaric Blackwell (Freddy Carter). He works well in supernatural/fantasy threads. He can play a vampire hunter. He's a con-man and cannot be trusted.

I'd like to bring a Sean Teale muse somewhere, but I'm not sure about him yet.

Anyway, thanks!

[calluna-of-the-grey]

Been thinking a lot about the torment of my current dnd character: Astra

They were raised with high expectations placed on them - the oldest "true" child of the noble Thorngrove family's second son. They needed to do well, they needed to prove themself especially because their father had failed to live up to their grandparents' expectations in many ways and they admired their uncle and aunt who had risen to being a general and marshal respectively and highly respected dragonriders. It became their dream to become just like them and trained and studied hard for decades for it.

Their adoptive siblings were never quite accepted by their grandparents but Astra themself was close with them. The older ones, at least. There was a halfling named Poppy, who was the oldest of the children and looked after the younger ones to protect them from and help them avoid the scorn of their grandparents. She was never as close with Astra because of this - Astra was never someone who needed her protection because they would never have to deal with the same things that the adopted children did - but they had an understanding from their shared affection of the other siblings.

Bree was the second oldest - already five years younger than Poppy - and was a very cheerful gnome who got up to a lot of trouble. She was the one closest with Astra and also with Poppy - their primary connecting tie. Then, there was Soren, a half-elf the same age as Astra. He was quiet and bookish and his studious personality matched Astra's very well. While Bree would often drag them both out on "adventures", Soren and Astra when left alone would be very content with sitting in the castle library with a book.

For a long while, it was just them, though they gained more siblings later on - both blood related and adopted - and Astra did love them as well, the adoration that they had for Bree and Soren especially was unmatched. When Bree grew up, she knew she couldn't stick around. Poppy had taken up a job in the castle kitchens to carry on her role of looking after her siblings when they needed her but Bree had always had a tougher time and she couldn't be cooped up. When she made up her mind to become a bard and travel the country, or the world, Astra gifted her with the lute that they had been given years back. It would be better in her hands anyway. Soren always admired that she did that and, when he came of age, he followed Bree into adventure.

Astra, meanwhile, trained with a monk by the sea and met a sea elf named Ariawyn. They took part in the Trial of the Drakes with another (adopted) brother of theirs: Alaric, their best friend Ariawyn, and many others and all three of them succeeded. They each formed a bond with a dragon egg and it was something that Astra would always consider the best moment of their life as they held it in their arms.

When it came to deciding their role along with the others that they were going to run a territory with with as dragonriders, Astra ended up having to take over the role of spymaster. They weren't prepared for it and they didn't know how to properly be a spymaster but they were determined to do their best. Running the territory was turbulent - especially at first - and all of them were scrambling to figure out how to do this but most worrying of all was a dream they'd shared fortelling the return of a great evil: the Lichelord. A man so terrible that the spirit realm itself refused to take him. A mortal-turned-immortal so powerful that it took several gods smiting him to finally be rid of him in an act so devastating that the land surrounding where this event happened is a permanent scar of necrotic energy.

Somehow, they were involved in his fate: whether he would get brought back or not. Bit by bit, they uncovered more information about what bits of their prophecy meant and found clues to what they might need to do.

After an incident where Astra and another of the council, Ariphena, almost lost their dragon eggs, Astra became much more protective over their egg. They would visit it every day. The increased security wasn't as reassuring as watching over it themself so, with the absence of the one who had been looking after them (a dragon lord who had left to tell the king when Astra had confided in him about the prophecy they'd had), Astra took up the self-appointed role of guardian of the eggs. They would read in their egg's presence - sometimes, in the dead of night when they were sure they were alone they would read to the egg in the hopes that the dragon inside might hear it or that the egg might hatch soon. Alaric and Ariawyn's dragon eggs had hatched and although they knew it could take decades - even a century - Astra still hoped that they would have the same luck that their loved ones had. To an outside observer, sometimes it could seem like Astra's office had moved to where the eggs were being kept because when they just had paperwork to do, they would move it to stay by their egg. Most amusing to their council members, perhaps, was their newfound habit of giving the egg a gentle pat each time they arrived or left after Ariawyn and Ariphena had suggested showing the egg affection.

Soon enough, their clues about what they should do to prevent the return of the Lichelord turned to a potential answer in the form of theories matching up with a vision that one of them had received. All of it was pointing that they needed to go to the Otherland and what better time to go than as soon as possible. With Ariawyn deciding to stay to look after the territory, the other three quickly put the plans together to find that place in Alaric's vision. They were off within a matter of days.

The Court of Flames was a place of endless danger. The time they spent there was no more than a few days but it was filled with more danger and fear than Astra had faced in their lifetime.

They made it back, with only a brief accidental run-in with a giantkin beholder where they landed that they fled from, and talked at length about what they should do to find out how long it had been - or not been - whether they were in the past or future or returned a mere few minutes after they'd left. They wanted to make sure not to run into their past selves but as it turned out, they needn't have worried because as they got back to Dragonspire, it was very evident that time had passed. The place was bigger and the streets were lit up, but as they ran into people, nobody recognised them. Astra tried to get into the tower where they used to live - where their eggs were - but got turned away, with the guard saying impersonation was a crime.

Upon getting arrested from another event and reuniting with Ariawyn, they learned that it had been 187 years since that day that they left. That news in and of itself was devastating. To return to a colder Ariawyn, one that didn't seem to care for them, citing that they had abandoned her, and then to realise that the siblings that Astra had once been so close to were dead. Astra had never said goodbye to them. They hadn't had the chance.

With tears in their eyes but a voice that they tried to keep as even as possible, Astra asked Ariawyn to just grant them the mercy of one thing: to tell them if their egg had hatched. With a look of genuine sympathy and regret, Ariawyn looked to the bronze dragonborn that stood to the side of the room. Their dragon had hatched and grown up without them and they hadn't been there for them like they were supposed to be. They hadn't been able to teach them things and show them sights that they'd once promised to the egg on one of those nights where Astra was awake at hours no one else was.

Just a few days ago, everything had been okay.

"Was it worth it? Going to the Otherland?" Ariawyn had asked during that reunion.

"It was not worth it for me," was Astra's reply.

[fandomhopper-shit]

Character Profile

Basics

Fandom: Legacies

Full Name: Galena Markov

Nicknames: Doctor Doom, Koko, Lena, Snake,

Gender: Female

Species: ???

Date Of Birth: February 13th 2012

Age: 18

Nationality: Italian/European

Appearance

Hair Colour: Black

Hair Style: High Ponytail

Eye colour: Hazel Green

Skin Tone: Fair

Height: 6'0

Accessories:

Plain Black Face Mask

Medical knives

Throwing Knives

Black Gloves

Combat Boots

Wolfsbane/Vervain Bombs/Needles

Distinguishable Features:

Mask wore at all times with few exceptions

Two scars going down from top of eyebrows to chin

Has a slight limp when running/walking

Personality:

Traits: Selfish, Calculated, Calm, Rational, Caring (to selected few people), Sadistic, Passive, Affectionate (to selected few people)

Likes: Being Left Alone, Cleaning, Cooking, Teaching, Selected few people, Crows, Ravens, Her Mask, Records and Record Players, Science

Dislikes: Being touched without consent, Being Interrupted, People, Sunlight/Mornings, Super Squad Missions, Bright Colours

Hobbies: Experiments, Cleaning, Making new dishes, Studying, Listening to music

Fears: Failure, Her Mother, Germs, Her Emotions

MBTI: INTJ

Zodiac: Aquarius

Archetype: The Anti - Villain

Similar Characters:

Kai Chiskai (Overhaul) - Bnha

Slade Wilson (Deathstroke) - Dc

Erik Magnus Lehnsherr (Magneto) - Marvel Xmen

Family/Friends:

Father: Alexander Markov - Human - High School Science Teacher {45}

Mother: Sophia Markov -??? - House Wife {30}

Sibling(s): Alex Markov - Human - Football Coach {24}

Pets: Black Cat ~ Plagg

Friends: Josie Saltzman, Milton Gresley (Mg), Penelope Park, Dorian Emma Tig, Mr Rogers

People she dislikes: Rafael Waithe, Landon Kirby, Lizzie Saltzman Alaric Saltzman, Malivore, Jed Torien, Kaleb Hawkins, Alyssa Chang

Love interest: Hope Mikaelson ~ Tribrid ~ 18 ~ Bisexual

[leianaberrie]

Ugh! Alaric and Caroline being intertwined into witch & Gemini storylines gives me the biggest ick. Especially Caroline. At least Alaric was always involved in occult studies and was dating a former Gemini witch. But Caroline?? They shoehorned her ass so hard into this Gemini stuff. Like in S6 she was up Stefan’s ass. Then S7 comes along and the writers are like ‘you know what? let’s give the storyline that Bonnie fans wanted and give it to Caroline.’

Just like a storyline with Bonnie being invited by Esther or one of the Mikaelson’s brother to the Ball would’ve made complete sense to the plot. But let’s instead fabricate a storyline where klaus is randomly interested in Caroline and give the invitation to her instead.

I’m not anti-Caroline but I am anti-racist bullshit. And it’s so obvious Caroline was used as their character insert while Bonnie was pushed to the side.

everything you said. especially the last part. I love Caroline but I hate how the writing used her to sideline Bonnie. All three girls had the space to shine but because of bigotry it became a zero-sum game.

[nemaliwrites]

Ooh, are you doing separate fics for Angstpril this year instead of one long one? Can we see some of the ideas?

Yup! Figured it would be a good opportunity to finish up some of the ideas in my drafts.

And YES you can indeed see some of the ideas! These are all working summaries btw which is why they're....Like That lol. As always, if any of these appeal to you, I am always happy to provide excerpts and/or expand on these ideas!

Fandoms: Danganronpa (v3 and Thh), Avatar, Persona 5, Miraculous, Paranormasight, Ace Attorney, Persona 4, Vampire Diaries, Wind Waker, Animal Crossing, JJBA, Age of Mythology

Prompts:

1. homesick | danganronpa thh

The survivors take a road trip after the end of the world.

2. frozen | avatar the last airbender

outsider pov, Yue being touched by the moon spirit manifests in strange ways.

3. broken-hearted | persona 5

Akira and Shiho get together. Ryuji and Ann deal the only way they know how (hooking up)

4. longing | miraculous

Zoé is used to loving people who don't love her back.

5. rise from the ashes | paranormasight

Ayame and the men in her life (derogatory)

6. this isn’t going to work | ace attorney

Dahlia is poison. This is not a good thing.

7. bad dreams | miraculous

falling in love with your sleep paralysis demon (mariblanc)

8. lost battle | miraculous

They say snakes can't feel love. Luka wishes this were true.

9. trust issues | ace attorney

Two children visit Lamiroir in the hospital, and they say they are hers. She doesn't believe them.

10. phantom pain | miraculous

Adrien and Marinette are body swapped; but why is she unable to resist any order Gabriel gives her as Adrien? Suspicious....

11. no way out | ace attorney

Mia promises to take Maya away from Aunt Morgan. It's a promise she never fulfills.

12. a little too late | persona 4

Yosuke starts training with Chie after Saki's death. It doesn't help.

13. learning the truth | ace attorney

Godot finds Morgan's letter to Pearl hidden in Kurain.

14. surrender | vampire diaries

Caroline/Tom Avery - they're both never anyone's first choice.

15. confrontation | ace attorney

Miles is a Fey. This changes things.

16. cry for help | new danganronpa v3

Miu doesn't have a soul mark. She definitely doesn't care.

17. last chance | persona 4

The fog's closing in, but they'll save Yukiko in time...right?

18. left behind | wind waker

Grandma's always wanted to be a hero.

19. trembling | miraculous

Masochism as a character study - Claw Noir Cataclysms Shadybug, but only after she asks him to.

20. broken | ace attorney

Phoenix offers poison; Kristoph takes it willingly.

21. faking a smile | animal crossing

Your friend is not the same; you pretend you see nothing.

22. drained | ace attorney

A children’s book author and a blind singer walk into a bar.

23. swept away | vampire diaries

Lexi and Alaric finally meet - but they're trapped together in the 1994 prison world.

24. the ghost of you | jjba

Shinobu and her husband swap bodies - whoever is in her now seems far too used to controlling a body that's not theirs.

25. cold shoulder | age of mythology

Kastor asks Arkantos for help. But the gods do not answer, and Arkantos is a god before he is a father.

26. grief | paranormasight and ace attorney

Harue travels to Kurain Village.

27. panicked | miraculous

Shadybug has the same mark for her soulmate and her greatest enemy.

28. never see you again | danganronpa thh

Outsider POV of the survivors after the killing game - but they think they're not alone.

29. betrayal | vampire diaries

It's far too easy for Jeremy to trust someone with his sister's face.

30. the last time | ace attorney

Thalassa forms a triangle; Zak and Valant are the other two points.

[fizzydreamz]

☞Art Masterlist ☜

Started December 31st, 2023

Last Edited April 14th, 2024

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

ℕ𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕝 𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕪

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

Humans

The King's First Design Attempt

Raiden Adamos and Lee Kallis

Griffin Evergeen

Official Design feat. The Queen

Charlotte Doan

Official Design feat. Griffin Evergreen

Zelda Whitlock

Digital Art for the First Time

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Mysticals

Anubis Thora

First Reveal w/ Zelda Whitlock

Silly Art + Facial Expressions

Smash or Pass?

Petra and Peter Oliver

Digital Rendering (WIP)

Marietta Enoka

Full Character Sheet

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Divine Oracles/Deities

Raeni and Raymond Brooks

First Design Reveal

Digital Art for the First Time

Alaric Sagespine

He just needs some hugs

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Vampires

Luther Ashdown and Gabriel

Eugene

He's so trustworthy

New Design + Rendering

First Design Reveal

✧ Demons ✧

...

Extra Art

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Angels

Gabriel

Light Study

Him and Claude

Interactive Meme

Gabriel, Uriel, Haniel

Gabriel and Luther Ashdown

Gabriel and Nacho (D&D)

Other Angels

Jophiel and Haniel

Micheal Yelling

Fully Colored Stickers!

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𝕊𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕪

Stellars

Killian

From Sketchbook to Digitial

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𝔼𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕒 𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 (𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕥 + 𝕆𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕆𝕔𝕤, 𝕖𝕥𝕔.)

18th Birthday Art!

Yuta + My oc Claude

Twst and Jojo's Drawings

Floyd Leech (Twst)

Chuki (Queen Shiba's Oc)

Rendering with ocs (First Attempt)

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

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

Touchstarved (Game) Mhin and Vere + Oc Art Dump

Estevan and Maxi Low Quality Ed.

Touchstarved (Game) Leander and Esetvan Low Quality

Splatoon Ocs (Captain 3 and Agent 4)

Splatoon Agents Eye Reveal (Captain and 4)

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

Luther Ashdown (oc) and Leone Abbacchio

Vinegar Doppio and Prince Emir

♥ All drawings and rightful ocs belong to FizzyDreamz ♥

[2plottwist]

The Dragon's Heir - Chapter One

Pairing: Astarion x Female!OC(Edrys)

Characters: The Albrecht Family

Warnings: incessant backstory, rich people

Setting: Baldur's Gate, right before the events of BG3

Author: Emma:)

Word Count: 1.3k (chapters may be broken up a little weird here at the beginning.. the original chapter one was a little over 5,000 words and I wasn't sure how chill everyone was gonna be with that)

Series Masterlist

Edrys was a lucky girl, she supposed. She thought this for several reasons; for one, she grew up in her family’s sprawling estate nestled on several acres in the Upper City of Baldur’s Gate.

Her father, Gildor, was a prominent noble in Baldur’s Gate, dealing mainly in trade. He was often called away on urgent matters of state, his duties taking him far along the Chionthar River and to unknown lands. Gildor was a loving father, she thought, and would always bring her back a trinket or treasure from his travels. 

Edrys’ mother, Alaenys, was the steadfast anchor of the House of Albrecht, her grace and wisdom a guiding light in the midst of her husband’s absence. Like any aristocratic mother, Alaenys taught young Edrys the ways of nobility. She studies the intricacies of courtly etiquette and diplomacy, her natural charm and wit blossoming under her mother’s tutelage.

What Edrys considered to be most lucky was the bond she shared with her two older brothers, Alaric and Aldous. Together, the trio made the stone walls and sprawling gardens of the estate come to life, their laughter echoing throughout their home. They were truly inseparable; with Alaric as the ringleader, they explored every nook and cranny of their estate. The siblings regularly concocted elaborate antics, always eliciting reprimand from maids, or worse, their mother. 

Recently, their adventures had taken on a more mature tone, youthful mischief giving way to the weight of adult responsibilities. Aldous began accompanying her father on trips, learning how to manage the various trade charters along the Chionthar River her family was responsible for.

Alaric had joined the Flaming Fists, vowing to protect the city (It was mainly a political move, Edrys suspected, as her father was involved in the upcoming election of city officials). She, on the other hand, was left to explore her father’s library and armory, where she would spend hours reading and becoming familiar with a blade. 

She was also lucky to be of draconic descent. In fact, she was the only elf that was. Her lineage was forged from the dragon Bahamut’s fire itself. Because of that, her magic was unlike anything most had ever seen. It was an innate power, a force that pulsed through her veins with a life of its own. It was as much a part of her as the air she breathed, an extension of her very soul.

Growing up, Edrys had always felt the fire within her, a constant hum beneath her pale skin. It was wild, raw, and untamed, yet it responded to her commands with a precision that could only be traced to the dragon she inherited it from.

Unlike the wizards of the city who spent years poring over dusty tomes and practicing incantations, Edrys’ magic required no words, no gestures- only her will. It was a gift of her bloodline, passed down through generations, a testament to the power that came from her draconic ancestry. 

Her magic was versatile, capable of both great destruction and delicate manipulation. She could summon flames that roared like dragonfire, or conjure shields of crackling energy that could deflect the most potent attacks. But there was more to it than just elemental control; there was a deeper, more primal aspect to her magic, one that was tied to her heritage. 

When she allowed herself to tap into that part of her power, it was as if she became something more than mortal. Her eyes would glow with a fierce, golden light, and her skin would shimmer with scales that seemed to appear and disappear like a mirage. In those moments, she could feel the dragon within her awakening, lending her strength beyond that of any mere elf. 

Yet, as powerful as it was, Edrys knew that her magic was also dangerous. It was a double-edged sword, capable of consuming her if she wasn’t careful. The draconic blood that granted her such power also occasionally came with a temper, a rage that had burned several of her mother’s curtains on separate occasions.

There were times when the magic threatened to overwhelm her, to burn through her like a wildfire, and it was in those moments that she had to rely on the discipline her mother, a powerful sorceress in her own right, had instilled within her. 

Despite the dangers, Edrys cherished her gift. It was a part of her, a symbol of who she was and where she came from. It connected her to her ancestors, every heartbeat a flap of an enormous wing casting shadow over the land below, every step as graceful as the elves who had wielded the Weave with grace and precision. 

In the quieter moments, when she was alone and the night was still, Edrys would sometimes close her eyes and let the magic flow through her, feeling the warmth of it, the power- the connection to something far greater than herself.

She was lucky to have another connection to something “far greater” than herself; she was a high elf- a lineage hard to come by, and hard to be rid of. Her lineage was an ancient cycle that bound her to life and death, her soul destined to be reincarnated into a new vessel when she inevitably died. She learned as a young child that that was the reason the rest of her family did not come from a draconic heritage. 

When elves are born, a new soul is not created. An existing soul is cleaved from its personal heaven and brought back into a child’s. Birth in Baldur’s Gate was usually celebrated, but because of this, for elves, it is a much more somber occasion. 

She was on the brink of her 34th year- a child still, compared to the long lifespan she had yet to live. On her 30th birthday, she had what the elven people referred to as “The Great Awakening”- the fragments of her past lives were realized to her when she tranced that night.

She was prepared for that, sure. Hells, she had experienced the great awakening at least once, she imagined. But there was not much she could have done to prepare her for what she had seen. 

In the stillness of the night, as her body rested, her mind remained active. Edrys found herself drifting through visions of a life she had technically never lived, yet it all felt deeply familiar. Many left as fast as they appeared. She saw herself leading armies, wielding magic with a confidence and precision that felt like second nature. Decades kept arcane secrets were whispered to her as burning steel clashed around her. 

The most memorable of her trances was herself standing beside an older elf donning heavy armor and a permanent look of distaste about his features. They hurtled through an inky sky aboard some type of alien ship, like a sharp knife cutting through silk. He turned to her, a sinister smile spreading across his features, and handed her a necklace before saying, “For the Absolute.”

The implications were cryptic, yet staggering. Edrys knew she couldn’t just ignore these revelations. Everything about it was deeply unsettling. Edrys was good, or, at least, she had tried her best to be good. She wasn’t capable of leading armies, or causing destruction- at least, to that extent. 

In the morning, Edrys walked through the brightly lit halls of the Albrecht estate, her mind swirling with the visions that had haunted her during her trances. Elves tended to keep to themselves about their trances, but she needed guidance, needed to understand what these visions meant and how they connected to her present. There was only one person who might be able to help her- her mother.

[nightsky-myka]

From a roleplay that me, @baileyblues, @thelonelyreaderr and @theshortestlad are doing.

It’s an inside joke and side story for my roleplay character, Ludynn.

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It was early in the morning and Ludynn was asleep in the library. She studied late into the night, only getting three hours of sleep. One of her ghost companions, who woke up and saw what time it is, vigorously shook Lu’s shoulder to wake her up. “Wha…” She grumbled raising her head and looked out the window. “OH NO IM GONNA BE LATE TO CLASS!!” She exclaimed quickly standing up and shoving all her class materials into her satchel. “I feel so tired though after studying so late…I might have to skip my classes for today…” She trailed off noticing something in the library.

“Oh is that a bar?” Ludynn asked her ghost companion, who nodded. “Well, I doubt it’s an actual bar and I am kinda thirsty so maybe they’ll have grape juice or something…”

Ludynn went to the shelves containing the “totally-is-grape-juice”s and picked up a bottle with a name she couldn’t read. She also couldn’t find any paper cups to pour the “grape juice” into so she drank it straight from the bottle.

All of a sudden she felt wide awake and that she would be able to get through her classes for the day. Ludynn took another sip from the bottle. “Wow, that’s some good grape juice. It looks a little too clear to be grape juice though. Eh whatever.” She put the bottle into her satchel while the ghost looked at her weirdly.

During her classes, she could barely focus on her work and felt restless to the point where she started to bounce her leg, anxious for the class to be done. She would also think of maybe burning something with her pyrokinesis. These intrusive thoughts were sometimes followed through as she burned a packet of her notes once she left a class.

At some point her friends started to notice her out of character behavior. Bailey was with Lu at lunch time and decided to ask if her friend was okay.

“Hey, Lu, you okay? You’re acting kinda strange today.” Bailey asked with concern.

“Yea, I feel great! I found this grape juice in the library’s bar. Wanna try some?” Ludynn took the “grape juice” out of her satchel and offered it to her blue-haired friend.

“Uhh I guess…” Bailey said, taking the bottle into her hands. Curious, she looked at the label of the bottle and widened her eyes in shock. “Lu…did you READ the label before drinking???”

“No? Why?” Lu tilted her head curiously. “Is it not grape juice?”

“NO ITS VODKA!! YOU CANT BE DRINKING THIS ON SCHOOL GROUNDS!!” Bailey exclaimed, pointing at the label close to Lu’s face so that she could read it. “HOW DID YOU THINK THIS WAS GRAPE JUICE?? ITS A CLEAR COLOR NOT PURPLE!!”

Ludynn just shrugged her shoulders, took the bottle of vodka into her hands and finished the rest of it. “What’s the worst that could happen?” She asked her friend with Venus and Alaric staring at her with wide eyes, having overheard the conversation between Bailey and Lu.

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The next day Ludynn woke up with a terrible headache with no recollection of what happened the day before. Along with wondering where all her notes for her classes went.

[dulcewrites]

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So I decided to three different parts for the three stars (idk if each star counts for a separate but that is how I’m gonna do it lmao)

From fmo part 1: Is this why you don’t under the understand the obsession with dragons. You hate the ludicrous insistence that you can control them. That if you give them enough love and patience that they will need you the way you need them. Good behavior has gotten you nothing. Doing right by the dragons in your life has gotten you nowhere. Aemond is not yours despite the vows you took, or sacrifices you’ve made for him. The same way your children will never be yours despite the pain you take to have them. You’ve been burned by the very dragon that’s supposed to protect you.

I thought about this part bc I saw post on here about no matter how much you do for dragons ie the Targaryen family, they cannot save you. It was like a gif set with of course the iconic driftmark knife scene. But it also had the scene during the stepstones fight where one is the soldiers said that daemon is coming and will save him… just to get crushed by caraxes 😭. One of the reasons why I am taking fmo in the direction I am, away from a cheating/love story and broaden things, is bc I am so fascinated by how the Targaryens as a family really ruin everything they touch (including each other.. irony of the incest). So many people devote their lives to them, it is a very thankless task imo

From fmo part 3: Opposed to the elation you felt after having Daella. Dread creeps in; dread that comes from a place of sadness and protectiveness. All you have is your children. Even with the bonds and alliances you may have made, only they are extensions of you. Daella, your sweet girl, a reminder of what could of been. You have Alaric, the flesh and blood reflection of what you have been through.

Another central theme of the fmo is motherhood. Also love versus duty. Rightful or wrongly, fmo reader sees her kids as direct extensions of her. Daella being the reminder of what could have been is about the happiness she felt in her family/role after she was born. Alaric is a reflection of the the situation she is in. Aemond would’ve never pushed for a baby if he didn’t feel like she was onto him cheating and he was trying to recapture the ~magic~ of having his firstborn. Also alaric resembling aemond is just another twist to the dagger. Reader’s love for her children is her strength… it is also her downfall :(((

From untitled work (ie I could use this for a number of works lol):

The mass amounts of guilt and embarrassment had cooled. Instead of using the moment as an indictment on her character, she chose to look at it as a reason to reconnect with things she had slipped away from. Her faith trying to heal the wounds left by those around her.

One fit of rage and the whispers of a queen gone mad started. She began to reinstate herself firmly in the hands of the Seven, and she is called an overdramatic zealot. Better to be been as mad or self righteous than to be dead.

Despite being the Queen or the mother to Princes and a Princess of the Realm, she is still a non Targaryen woman amongst dragon riders. She has seen how non Targaryens have faired against this house. Even ones that share Valyrian ancestry and own dragons are no match for the ways of House Targaryen. She will always be the outsider. Alicent was reminded of that when Viserys insisted on Aegon and Helaena getting married, even despite the pleas to rethink the decision. Bond Targaryen blood he said.

If Targaryen blood is untarnished, what does that make her?

So this is bit of character study I did about my bestie, my pookie, my loml Alicent. One the I do wish we would’ve gotten in the show is Alicent’s psyche directly after driftmark. Her journey about her faith, how she tended to Aemond, and ofc hel and Aegon getting married/having kids. That’s a… lot to happen in six years. I feel like she would’ve been a bundle of nerves (even more so) right after driftmark. Her fears were basically confirmed. Also I would’ve killed to find out how she found out about Rhaenyra and Daemon getting married… perhaps I will write something that includes that. Maybe if I ever get to the Daemon/laena daughter oc 👀

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