#darling iza

[simlit]

5, 10, 13, 23 for you know, the usual two suspects!

How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?

I'll answer for both at once since it's a similar answer. This comes as maybe no surprise in Taryn's case, but Yehl, I think, is just as equally driven, given the right circumstances. Once Yehl has the power not to take no for an answer, whether it be through his influence over Taryn, his eventual power as Celaedian, or his own growing self-confidence, he steadily starts to stand up for himself more and more. I think once he reaches full adulthood, one would be pretty foolish to try and stand in his way. To protect or keep what they love, these two would lie, steal, cheat or kill (depending on who needed killing), hands down lmao.

What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC?

I've had this idea in my head for years now, but never the time to even kind of conceivably work on it, it's called Last Train Out. A pseudo-30s/40s AU based on this old photoset I did wherein Yehl is a successful jazz singer and Taryn is a seasoned soldier about to be shipped off to war and they have this sort of dreamlike whirlwind romance before the separation. I do also have some early drafts of their modern AU, which more closely resembles the actual events of AoA, called Forevermore, and actually have some sets built and plans to post that one (maybe someday). But LTO I'm sure will never see the light of day so we can be sentimental about the might have beens ;)

If you met your OC, would the two of you get along?

LOL. I'd love to say I'd get along with both of them, but given their high standards, I don' think they'd get along with me. At least they can both bond over their superiority complexes.

What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?

Taryn - Empathy. Love being a close second, but I think he manages to bridge that gap as best he can. His "love" for Yehl might always be slightly different than your conventional idea of love, but is just as, if not more intense. Empathy, however, is not something he ever learns. He rarely feels remorse for others, though does feel guilt for the things he's done in the past that have directly caused pain or trouble for his own kin. But that comes more with his burden of responsibility as king, and if he was anyone else and not born to fill a role, I doubt he'd feel the same. He only outwardly protects the elves on Yehl's command, and later spares mankind out of sheer civility. Even with Yehl, he struggles to feel sympathy for his struggle, oftentimes using this knowledge as a means for manipulation, but he does have a fondness for Yehl's brokenness. Again, I don't think any of that is particularly healthy, but he is still a dragon and very much falls back into animalistic behaviors as a baseline nature. Yehl - Ah, this is so much harder. I'm going to say... isolation. Which is... he's not unaccustomed to loneliness, but he fears being entirely abandoned. This is a sentiment that expands rapidly upon meeting Taryn, but even when he was younger, he's always has someone to rely on. First his mother, then Nuuriel, Judine, and eventually Taryn himself. But because of what Taryn is, Yehl is constantly put in a position where he feels sort of... left out to dry, for lack of a better term. Taryn can only meet him halfway, and for most of act one, he doesn't even allow him that much. Ironic, considering I can safely say Taryn fell in love first, it's just that Yehl's emotions manifested faster and in a way Taryn couldn't understand or reciprocate. This breakdown in communication and behavioral differences causes them so much strife, and a lot of pain, mostly on Yehl's side. Just because he's literally standing next to the person he loves most and feels a thousand miles away.

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It's been a while since I've indulged with miss Iza ☀️

[viovio]

I wanna draw d'arce like I drew her earlier but I didn't have any references so that's why she looked off. I forgot her bangs curled inwards and was like hm I got the bowl cut down so what's wrong.

[atarathegreat]

No Nut November Part4

Ft: Kokonoi Hajime, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Izana Kurokawa, Hanma Shuji.

Koko wasn't one to join in on the silly games, preferring to stay on his own tasks and goals. Something about the way you joked with Inui about some stupid month and challenge set him off. You knew better than to flash that pretty smile at anyone who wasn't Koko. So, he decided that he got to cum, ramming his cock as deep as it would go to chase his release while denying yours. "Next time you'll think about freely handing out that smile, hmm?" Kokonoi wiped at the sticky essence he left behind, "Remember who that smile is meant for, darling."

The headboard had been slamming against the wall for hours and your voice had become nothing but a jumbled mess of nonsense that was so quiet Sanzu couldn't hear it. Hearing you was the least of his worries. You had earned orgasm after orgasm, but Sanzu refused to cum, but he battled with wanting to feel your insides. The whole month, you'd been warned, would be spent like this: with Sanzu edging himself every hour and bringing you to absolute brain rot. He'd cum on the first and, gods, he didn't care if you got pregnant.

Since when did girls take part of no nut November? Izana didn't really care as he lazily guided your hips over him. "Iza, I can't..." Normally your whining was annoying to him, but this was cuter than anything. Seeing you try to keep yourself together for the sake of some stupid bet with your friends, while it was a pain for the last week, Izana understood you. doesn't mean he cared. "You know what I want, baby. Let me have it." Izana cooed, reaching down to pinch your clit, "Let me have everything."

During sex, Hanma often sent pictures to Kisaki (that man has been pining for Little Hina since elementary there is no way he has had sex with anyone). His excuse to you was that Kisaki needed a push to get laid, while he would simultaneously be sending a text that said check this out, loser, got her whining my name. He used the excuse of needing to send Kisaki pictures to get balls deep. NNN aside, this man never knows what month it is.

[paingoes]

Rubies

First Base

(Content: living weapon whumpee, past slavery, guns, dehumanization, broken bones, needles, conditioning, referenced child abuse, kinda ambivalent caretaking?)

“It’ll be okay,” Kitty whispered, “Levon pretends to be a hard-ass, but he’s actually really nice.”

Her voice was so low, Delta thought she must have been talking to herself. She ran her claw in circles over his palm. He’d woken up already clutching her hand; he would not have dared touch her otherwise. While his grip had since relaxed, hers had not.

He’d been lucid for such a short while before they had to go again. Kitty had felt so bad about it. There’d been so little time to explain. She explained the plan. He had already known the plan. She explained who she was. He already knew who she was. She explained he had been sick. He had known that simply from how bad he felt all over — his insides felt like they’d been cooked — but the delirium episode did came as a surprise. He had no memory of it, but when he had finally came to, he did not feel himself in a foreign environment. His surroundings had integrated themselves slowly into his awareness through a state of fever. 

The ship was small, without enough seats for everyone who had come. The captain — Iza, he had heard the others say her name — sat at the helm. She was flanked by two others at their own stations. Everyone else was on the floor. Sunny — Apollo? — tossed restlessly in between sleeping and waking. He had not wanted to go out, but he simply couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore. His brother(?) Lun(?) laid his head down in their lap, propping up their jacket beneath his neck. The mechanic sat towards the back of the ship, the only person visibly unbothered by what was about to happen.

Levon, Levon, Levon. None of them could keep his name out of their mouth. Kitty had not needed to introduce him to Delta. She knew there was no need. Even in the heart of Empire, they printed his face on t-shirts. He had been the revolution’s darling when he was younger. Now that he was older, he was the revolution. He had lived his entire life in its service. There was no single person Empire hated more.

“It’ll be fine,” Kitty insisted.

The ship pulled into the dock. 

The boy in the chair next to Iza let out a low whistle, “Lotta guns.”

It was true. There was a ring of guards posted around the inert ship. All of them were armed. Iza stood up abruptly, throwing her helmet down onto the panel and slamming the ship’s doors open.

“It’s me!” She was furious. 

Apollo shot awake, fumbling to put his glasses back on. He started talking before he could even see properly, “That’s not- uh-“

One of the guards entered the ship, putting her hands up in what was meant to be a pacifying motion. Just checking. Her gaze traveled to Delta’s collar. Delta flinched once from Iza’s outburst, again as the guard approached. Her finger slipped flush against the inside of the collar, checking the fit, the stability, the power level. She gave it a light tug to see if it would give; it didn’t. Apparently satisfied, she stepped back. She hopped back out of the ship, offering one hand out to Iza to help her down. Iza ignored her completely.

“So sorry,” Apollo muttered. It took Delta a second to realize he was speaking to him. Kitty guided him to stand, letting him lean against her. It was hard to move with the broken ribs and he kept getting dizzy whenever he stood. She helped him out of the ship. The others poured out soon after. 

“Medbay,” A different guard said, “We only need him.”

“He can barely walk,” Kitty protested. 

“Only you two, then.”

Apollo frowned, but she waved him away.

“I’ve got it,” Kitty made a little circle with her fingers. O.K. They were escorted away before Apollo could respond.

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For the third time, they recast Delta’s arm. It wasn’t that Apollo had done a bad job; just that it could have been better. They put a new splint onto his nose. Kitty was ashamed she had not even realized it was broken. In her defense, it was a bit overshadowed by the myriad of injuries that otherwise marked his body.

“Three of your ribs are broken. Did you know they were broken?” The nurse asked. Her voice was muffled through the mask. Delta nodded mutely. 

Kitty hadn’t known. If Apollo had known, he hadn’t mentioned it. And that wasn’t like him. 

“Is anything else broken? That you know of?”

Delta shook his head. The nurses went back to their hushed chatter. Kitty’s tail flicked from left to right. Delta wasn’t talking. He’d given the bare minimum response back at house, when he was still coming out of the fever. The only reason she even knew he was lucid was because his eyes had cleared up and because he’d stopped talking total nonsense. He did not give any indication that he was okay. Just that he was present again. Kitty pulled her legs up onto the chair, chittering aimlessly to fill the silence. Delta didn’t mind so long as she did not ask him questions.

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The nurse lightly tapped Kitty on the elbow, gesturing for her to follow out into the hallway. She did so unquestioningly. The other nurses followed them out of the room. It took Delta about ten seconds to realize he was completely alone in the room. That…was unusual, right? He did not have enough time to feel true apprehension. The knock came first.

Levon was tall. He had known that. It was a good bit of trivia, a good running joke, but that had not translated cleanly into Delta’s physical understanding of him. It was not adequate preparation. He’d had to duck his head a bit to step through the doorway. The door shut silently behind him.

Delta got off the bed and down onto his knees in an instant. It wasn’t adequate, he realized. He bent forward to press his forehead to the cold tile floor. It was deeper than he could ever remember bowing and it put too much pressure on his still healing ribs. He would have gone lower if he could. It was in surrender, of course. But more than anything else, it was in apology. 

He stayed still and unbreathing. He felt the air swishing above him. Levon’s voice came much closer than he had expected.

“I appreciate the gesture, but you should probably keep the IV in.”

Delta slowly raised his head up, rolling back into a kneel. He took in his surroundings. The IV cannula had been yanked out of his arm from how quickly he’d gotten onto the ground. The post wobbled dangerously behind him. And Levon had bent down to Delta’s eye level. 

He did not look the same as he did on the T-shirts. His eyes were darker. His hair was not as wild. There was stubble all along his jawline and a pure roughness to his flesh that the photos could not convey. In none of the posters had he ever looked so worried.

“Sit up, please.”

To his absolute awe, Levon extended a hard to him. Delta hesitated, certain he was misinterpreting the gesture. He cautiously offered his unbroken wrist. Levon slid up to grasp his hand instead. He carefully pulled him up to his feet.

Delta pushed himself back onto the bed. Even with help, it was still a lot harder to get up than it was to get down. He sat on the edge of it, resisting the urge to curl up. He kept his hands folded in his lap — as best he could with the cast on.

Levon towered over him. Delta bowed his head, both in respect and for the sake of his own nerve. He could not bring himself to look in his eyes. The shame felt hot and weighted. It was the first time he had ever been around someone he knew would not enable what he had done in Empire’s name. Before, all his shame had been wholly internal. Facing that same disapproval from someone else — someone he was entirely at the mercy of — was terrifying. He knew he deserved it. It did nothing to quell the fear.

“As much as I wish we could have met under different circumstances, I have to put the safety of my people first. I would not have had you siloed off like this otherwise, nor would I have to go through with this line of questioning while you’re still injured. Unfortunately, your friends have put me in a situation where I have to do just that.” He sounded very tired, but his cadence was clear and steady in spite of this.

Delta could feel the gaze on him without needing to look up. He did not know what it was Levon was searching for, but by the end of it he seemed a bit more certain of something.

“Your friends promised you amnesty. They shouldn’t have. It was never within their power to do so. Even if it had been, you did not tell them what you were when the deal was arranged. It’s void.” He paused. 

Delta did not outwardly react. Levon’s voice was still conversational, not injecting any threat or anger into it. He glanced up to try and parse Levon’s expression. What he learned was that Levon had been staring straight at his face. He’d caught the glance Delta had intended to be discreet.

“Yes?” Levon asked. It was that which made Delta flinch. He hadn’t meant to challenge him, nor to draw more attention to himself. His voice was still hoarse from where the fever had pushed the blood up and his nerves were even worse. But Levon let the silence hang.

“A.” Delta’s voice caught, “Am I allowed to speak, sir?”

“Please.” Levon nodded. Delta gripped the fabric of the bedsheet tightly, absolutely desperate for any support it could provide. 

“I did not expect amnesty, sir. I came to surrender,” Delta whispered.

He had never believed in their promise of mercy. It was ignorant. He did not care to be forgiven. What he had wanted was to be out of Empire — both his mind and his body, unavailable for them to take advantage of or to harvest. That wish had already been granted. In return, he would accept any punishment Levon deigned to give him. 

Levon paused to consider this. After a while, he responded, “I would very much like to believe you. So much that I am willing to take you on the honor system. I want you to answer truthfully. Did you come of your own accord? Or were you sent here on assignment?” 

Delta realized all at once how he must appear. He was a traitor to the heartland. He had bitten every master he’d ever had. He had lied to them all about who he was and what he had meant to do. He was a snake. He was too sneaky. Why would Galatea have any reason to trust him? How could they have known it was not just another plot?

“I came to surrender, sir.” It was all he could say. “I came alone.“

“Do I have your word?” Levon asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“And do I have your word that you do not intend to harm us? That I will not regret letting you inside?” 

“Yes, sir.” His eyes watered. 

Levon’s expression softened a bit. He produced a handkerchief from his pocket, extending it gingerly. Delta stared at it in confusion. He did not grasp its utility at first. He did not understand why Levon had noticed him crying and not immediately punished him for it. Still, he took it gratefully. He wiped away the dried blood and dabbed at the tears that threatened to rehydrate it. Levon was watching him closely.

“…How old are you?” Levon tilted his head to the side.

“Nineteen, sir.” Delta replied. It was only an educated guess. He knew he’d hit eighteen a while back because there had to be new legal paperwork filed. Some time had passed since then.

“And you’ve been active what? Five years, by our count?” Levon raised an eyebrow. 

“Yes, sir.”

“Okay.” He nodded, “I’ll have to sort out the particulars, but I will give you my assurance that you won’t be hurt. We can wait until you’re healed before we move forward. I think that would be in your best interest.”

Delta nodded. He played absently with the handkerchief Levon had given him, tracing his fingers along its embroidered edges. It was a lot to process. Too much, really. Levon said he wouldn’t be hurt, at least not yet. Levon wanted him to heal. It was too easy. Delta felt like he was getting away with something. It wasn’t right.

“Again, I’m sorry it had to play out like this,” Levon’s tone lightened considerably, “Appreciate your patience. I probably won’t bother you again until you’re feeling better. Do feel better.”

He left just as abruptly as he’d arrived. Delta was once again alone in the ward. The nurses soon filtered back in, picking up their work as if nothing had happened. If he had not kept the handkerchief, Delta would have thought the whole encounter was just a remnant of the fever.

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tags:

@catnykit@indigoviolet311@snakebites-and-ink@vivulapom@scoundrelwithboba@whatwhump@pumpkin-spice-whump @deluxewhump @fuckass1000 @fuckcapitalismasshole @defire @micechomper

[agentartemus]

Kissy doodles for my darlings

Bright blue (Tenai) and purple (Zeiyva) characters belong to @zealfruity

Yellow character (Iza) belongs to @kebiinika

Green character (Surom) belongs to @powdered-kneecaps

Bright pink is Vanilla, grey is Providence, and the dusty blue boy is Artemus, they belong to me.

[ashdoesfandomarchieved]

Tell me ur fav vat7k fics

I’m hungry for bedtime story but I can’t eat your fic yet bc it will melt my mind and I’m already melty on the edges just knowing it’s there and I’m waiting

YES YES OK I GET TO RANT ABOUT MY FAVORITE FICS!! I'm not going to include my favorite longfics because you specifically asked for a bedtime story.

(s)wing and miss by @aziraphalesbookkeeper is the only (?) wingfic in the fandom I've read and it's CUTE AND FUNNY AS FUCK.

This one has six chapters but also how to train your werewolf is in the same vein of FUNNY AND CUTE and fucking unique when it comes to varigo werewolf fic.

this collection of oneshots by @cayenneavocado makes me insane if you just wanna sit down and read through a bunch of SITUATIONS. A fun mix of angst and comedy and I don't think any of them are connected so you can just pick what you want! Anyway read all of them 🔫

hello my old heart by iza (don't know their blog handle!! </3) was the first varigo fic I ever read!! And still absolutely my favorite oneshot!

Lesson in Luxury by @varibean is two chapters in and ALREADY MAKING ME EAT DRYWALL. Head the trigger warnings but it's SUCH A GOOD READ.

Moving Through a Portal of Two Green Eyes by @sundropsapphic!!! You ever wanna see Varian go through A Scenario. Like really see him DEAL WITH HIS TRAUMA?? Yeah this is the fic for you. Also Nuru's in it =P

The Simple Act of Scraps Unravelling by @hybrix-hidings (hope I'm @ing the right blog here bestie) is the Hugo fell first but Varian fell harder manifesto and I'm losing my mind.

Darling, so It Goes (Some Things Are Meant to Be) by @littlemisslol-fic was her submission for varigo week and ITS!! SO!!! CUTE!!! Y'all ever just wanna MACRODOSE on a varigo proposal?? WELL HERE'S SEVEN CHAPTERS OF IT.

Gonna also rec one of my own fics bc I giggle and kick the air whenever I reread this one bc like ninety percent of it is just based off the groupchat vibes me and some of my friends have. Anyway vampires discord fic.

THERES SO MANY MORE GOOD FICS THAT MY MUTUALS AND PPL I FOLLOW HAVE WRITTEN AND IM SURE IM MISSING SOME but these are the ones that come immediately to mind! HAVE FUN AND PLS GET SOME SLEEP DARLING <3

[lonelymoonowl]

✴.·´¯·.·★🎀𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼, 𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓸, 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 (𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓸𝓵)🎀★·.·¯´·.✴

heeey darling thank you for sending me!

ok maybe i'd do a little different this time and choose the 5 brazilian songs I enjoy listen to

tempo perdido - legiao urbana

razões e emoções - NX Zero

outrória - anavitoria

canção de hotel - anavitoria

dona de mim - iza

[thewickedrpg]

Antigua comunidad de sirenas y tritones que desapareció siglos atrás, cuando el anterior líder decretó que la alimentación se basaría en el consumo de animales y vegetales marinos para dejar atrás sus costumbres arcaicas y violentas.

Seguidores de Leviatán, consideran a la bestia marina una criatura sagrada, a quien deben obedecer y rendir culto. Creen fervientemente que descienden de él, por lo que para ganar su favor, consumen la carne de los mortales. Su aspecto bajo el agua difiere bastante con la de los Caballeros de Poseidón, dado que no son agraciados, puesto que son muy parecidos a los peces abisales: sus ojos son oscuros y grandes, sus dientes aumentan su tamaño y se vuelven alargados y afilados, sus pieles y colas son traslúcidas y con rasgos bioluminiscentes. Sin embargo, son muy atractivos cuando están en su forma humana, lo cual los hace peligrosos e impredecibles.

Aquellos que se aferraron a las viejas costumbres acabaron por convertirse en parias, tritones y sirenas con los que nadie se relacionaba y vivían a las afueras de las zonas marinas habitadas, siendo despojados de sus talismanes bendecidos, por lo que castigados a no poder pisar tierra firme. Aunque, con el paso de los años, la comunidad se fue reduciendo poco a poco, llegando a convertirse meramente en un puñado de tritones que se encontraban fuertemente controlados por las autoridades para no poner en peligro el secreto de la existencia de su raza.

Tras la subida al poder del nuevo líder, las discrepancias entre los tritones y sirenas han provocado que la estabilidad se tambalee, consiguiendo que los Inquisidores se vayan reagrupando poco a poco, tomando nuevamente la forma de organización que fueron en el pasado. Una la cual se alimenta única y exclusivamente de carne humana, en la que la violencia, no solo contra otras razas sino contra la propia, se iza como bandera. Orgullosos y puristas, no les gusta que los relacionen con las sirenas y tritones que no respetan sus tradiciones.

Con su resurgimiento, la figura de Stellan se ha erigido como líder de los Inquisidores. Un líder arcaico, violento y narcisista que no respeta a nadie y se hace respetar a la fuerza.

LÍDER

Stellan. Edad: 39 años. PB: Jon Kortajarena.

No hay figura más respetada dentro de los Inquisidores que el mismo Stellan. A pesar del aire de misterio que rodea su pasado, la mayor parte de la comunidad lo respetan por su devoción al Leviatán y a las antiguas tradiciones que seguían antes de que sus costumbres fueran prohibidas y tachadas de arcaicas. No hace falta decir, por supuesto, que posee un apetito voraz por la carne humana. A pesar de que sea respetado, su verdadera naturaleza violenta le causa temor a muchos, y es ese mismo temor lo que provoca que los tritones y sirenas que no estén de acuerdo con él lo sigan sin rechistar. Temido o respetado, a Stellan solo le importa ser visto como la luz en la oscuridad para los Inquisidores, una luz que promete darles gloria.

[izacore]

awwwwww happy birthday iza!!!! Wishing you lots of happiness <33

thank you darling 🤍🤍🤍🌻🌻🌻🌻

[ofginjxints]

"Darling, I think I made it exceptionally clear that I definitely preferred you on multiple occasions." He deadpanned, though infidelity was something else entirely. He wasn't a fan of the man, but he thought at the very least there was a reason why Iza was in a relationship with him. "I don't think he deserves the jail time, to be perfectly honest. I don't think I'd do well in prison." He mused.

He clinked his glass with hers and chuckled, "Too right. May miserable lives come to all the men who have hurt us in the past." He gave her a knowing look before taking a rather large drink from his glass. "Did you suspect anything?" He was a little more comfortable asking for details now they had wine in their hands and were more settled.

A huff of a sigh escaped her as she stuffed a serving of noodles into her mouth. "Yea I guess." She mumbled half heartedly, before swallowing and tossing her head back with another groan of disbelief. "Be honest, Trist, you met him before. Was I completely blind? Did I just miss the signs or am I right in saying this came out of nowhere?" Izabel asked, before a snort escaped her at his offer. "You're sweet, but I refuse to be the reason your darling self turns to a life of crime . . . not unless I can help bury the body." She smirked at her friend. Managing a few more chopsticks worth of noodles down, she watched at the other brought back what seemed like their saving grace during times of turmoil in their lives. Grinning, Izabel nodded eagerly. "And this is why you are the only man I can truly count on, never change babe." She hummed out, raising her glass to mirror him. "To friends, who make dealing with said men bearable."

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I suppose I shall create emotes if only for Miss Iza-

[sweet-beezus]

Of course the only time I draw these guys it's for one (1) silly gag-

[viovio]

"refugee-shy" what if you killed yourself right now.

[isabellaofparma]

i’d go to war for u. i’d go to fucking war

[cleaetpauline60]