#elemental master ocs lately because it it

[saline-coelacanth]

Last night I struggled to fall asleep because my brain came up with a new idea for an oc and now I'm dealing with the consequences

[jerzwriter]

a little jealous - Tobias x Casey HC

It took me three years to tell the story of how my messy kids finally got together. By the time they did, they were so in love with a solid foundation of friendship beneath them. The honeymoon period was intense; however, nothing is perfect, and transitioning from friends to so much more comes with its challenges. So, I decided it was time to finally write those stories, too. The first story was Money, Money, and this is the second. I have one, possibly two, more remaining.

Book: Open Heart (Late Book 2 Timeline) Pairing: Tobias Carrick x Casey MacTavish (F!MC) Featuring: Sienna Trinh, Terrance Mendoza, minor OCs Rating: Teen Words: 3,700 Summary: Newly together, Tobias and Casey are as happy as can be. But when Tobias's past keeps interrupting their present, Casey begins to struggle. Tobias thinks a little jealousy is cute at first, but as time goes on, both of them are having difficulty dealing with the situation. He can't change his past, so how do they get past it?

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“Tobias? Tobias, is that you?”

Effortlessly commanding attention was Tobias’s specialty, and he seemed to do it wherever he went. Tonight, as he sauntered through a posh Boston club tonight, a place to see and be seen, it was clear that he was in his element. His hand-fitted designer suit and contrasting silk shirt - unbuttoned just enough to tease at the sculpted masterpiece that lay underneath - could have been fresh off of any runway. With his enchanting smile firmly in place and his crystal blue eyes surveying the crowd, it was no wonder so many felt their attention turning his way.

In the not-too-distant past, he would have been glowing. Reveling in the attention, he would have been assessing each admirer to select his desired target for the night. There is no way he would have missed the raven-haired beauty now pushing her way through the crowd of revelers to be by his side; by now, he would have been determining how long it would take to get her out of that emerald green and gold dress that left little to the imagination. It wouldn’t have taken him long. But times had changed, and Tobias had only one objective this evening: joining his beautiful girlfriend at the table he reserved on the other side of the room.

But what he easily overlooked was impossible for Casey to miss. Her eyes followed the tall, slender beauty rushing to reach the man Casey now claimed as her own. The woman’s long, voluminous curls fell over her bare shoulders, stopping just before her décolletage. The way her copper skin glowed under the pulsating lights was downright ethereal. Casey was more than well aware of her boyfriend’s reputation, and she knew several of the beauties that made up the story of his colorful past, but this one, she was exquisite. A Praxiteles sculpture come to life that could rival any of the goddesses the master had created. Tobias may have been oblivious to her, but Casey was painfully aware.

“Tobias!” The woman yelled, pulling him into an entirely too close embrace the moment he spun around. Snagged only yards away from the table where Casey sat.

 “Mia,” he smiled pleasantly. “How are you? It’s been a long time!”

“Far too long,” she purred, her manicured hand resting on his arm as her eyes trailed over him. “You look delicious as always! How have you been?”

“Looking good yourself,” he grinned. “I’ve been good. Better than good, actually.”

“Really?” Mia winked. “I hope your next words will be because you ran into me.” Her smile was so inviting that it was impossible to misinterpret its intention.  

“Oh,” Tobias replied, quickly jerking backward. “Uh.. actually... I’m here with someone tonight.”

Casey remained seated at the table, her face bereft of any emotion. She credited the vodka and tonic she brought to her lips for that. Now, if it would just help her stop scolding herself for the jealousy that was burning to the surface inside her.

Let it go, Casey. She told herself. His past is his past; besides, you should be used to this by now.

She rose to her feet and closed the short distance between them, looping her arm into Tobias’s the second she reached his side.

“You’re finally here,” Casey gushed, placing a delicate kiss on his cheek. “I was getting lonely waiting for you.” She was quite capable of making her intentions clear as well.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “Our favorite patient got out of surgery just as I was leaving the hospital, and I wanted to check in on him before I left.”

“Probably for the best,” Casey agreed.

“Your patient?” The woman asked. “Are you co-workers?”

“Yes,” Casey smiled, turning to the woman who had made Tobias her prey. “We work together at Edenbrook.”

“Well, it goes beyond that,” Tobias added. “Casey, allow me to introduce you to Mia. Mia, this is my girlfriend, Casey.”

Mia. Casey didn’t recall that name among his list of paramours, and she noted that he failed to mention his relationship to her, but that was probably for the best. She extended her hand as shock and disappointment registered on Mia’s face.

“Mia, it’s lovely to meet you.”

“Oh, same,” she stammered. “Uhm, girlfriend...huh?” Her eyes met Tobias’s with a flash of anger. “I thought you didn’t do that sort of thing.”

“I didn’t,” he shrugged. “But now, I do.”

“Hmm. This should make for an interesting social experiment,” she taunted. With a glance at Casey, she shot a curt smile. “Well, good luck to you.” And with a wink at Tobias, she was gone.

Casey made her way back to the banquette, and Tobias slid in beside her, hoping that exchange wouldn’t dampen the evening. He draped his arm around Casey’s shoulders; his fingers toyed with the thin strap of rhinestones that held up her pale blue dress in place. Now, he was determining how long it would be before the beautiful frock would litter his bedroom floor... some things never changed. But this time, he didn’t want her out of it too soon; he wanted to have fun with her, show her off to the world. Ravishing her back at his place could wait just a little bit.

“Have I told you how irresistible you look tonight,” he growled into her ear, sending shivers down Casey’s spine.

That voice.

She wondered if he knew how quickly it rendered her speechless, how it made her question the necessity of every article of clothing on her body. When he began to trace little circles on her skin, the memory of the bronze goddess was pushed out of Casey’s head for good, or at least for now.

“Oh, uhm... no,” Casey replied. With a lustful little grin on her lips, she wrapped her arms around his neck and spoke into his ear. “You haven’t, but I’d love for you to tell me more.”

~~~~~

This wasn’t the first time they bumped into one of his former lovers. Nor was it the second or even the third. Casey had lost count and was beginning to wonder if they’d need to move out of Boston to go an entire day without running into someone.

There was the effusive pharmaceutical representative who just happened to stop by his office the day Casey was meeting Tobias for lunch. Her sultry laughter echoed down the hall as Casey approached, and she’d never forget the way the smile fell from the voluptuous brunette’s ruby-red lips when Tobias stood to greet her with a kiss, quickly introducing her as his girlfriend.

“Another ex-girlfriend?” she asked, purposely keeping her voice jovial, though it didn’t match the feelings welling inside.

“I wouldn’t exactly call her a girlfriend,” Tobias chuckled.

“Another ex-fuck buddy?” She asked, this time her intonation was more terse.

“She and I just... wait,” Tobias stopped. With a smug grin, he pulled Casey close. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous, baby?”

Her eyes fell to the floor, he body betraying her as her cheeks turned bright pink. She felt foolish. She knew it was stupid and didn’t know how to answer. Tobias noticed her discomfort and was eager to pull her out of it; he gently touched her chin, tilting her face in his direction.

“Case, please tell me you’re not really jealous—because as adorable as you look all pink and perturbed, you know you’re the only person in the world I want, right?”

“Pink and perturbed?” She blurted in an attempt to deflect from the topic. “What’s that, the name of some cheezy porno?”

“No,” he laughed, kissing her gently to ward off any further embarrassment. “It’s not. So, where am I treating my gorgeous girlfriend to lunch? I told you, you pick this time.”  

Casey pushed her feelings away as they walked down the hospital hallway, arm in arm. They were together at long last and deliriously happy. The man adored her, so why was she letting this bother her? It seemed each time she felt she was getting past it, someone else would pop up: the adorable young woman with green eyes and a reddish-brown bob who squealed when she spotted Tobias in Whole Foods. The blonde with the bouncy ponytail they came across while jogging in the Seaport. The smoky-eyed bartender who served them drinks at his co-worker’s wedding.

Each time, it ended the same way: Casey became sullen, Tobias went out of his way to assure her, and she promised herself she’d let it go... until it happened again.

“It has to end sometime, right?” She said, shoving a spoonful of Haagen-Dasz Belgian double chocolate ice cream into her mouth. “At some point, I will have to have run into everyone he’s ever slept with, and this will end, right?”

Sienna looked up from the book she was reading on the other side of the couch. “I don’t know. I don’t know what his number is, but even if it's in the hundreds, the truth is you’ll eventually stop running into them if you’re planning on being with him a long time, never mind if I use the other F word.”

“The other F word?” Casey asked.

“Forever,” Sienna winked. She reached over and took her friend’s hand. “Casey, you knew his reputation... and you still fell in love with him. This isn’t like you. You’ve never judged anyone for their sexual choices, and you’ve always been so confident. Unless you suspect any of these women are potentially current lovers, and I doubt that’s the case, why is this bothering you so much?"

Casey tossed the empty container of ice cream and her spoon onto the coffee table, the spoon hitting it with a loud clang. “That’s the thing!” Casey spat. “I don't know. It is in the past, and this is unlike me... I hate that I feel this way, but I feel helpless to control it. I think I’m over it, then another would-be-fucking-model appears all but oozing with desire for another go-round, and I feel like shit all over again."

“How does Tobias react when these things happen?” Sienna asked.

“Tobias isn’t the problem. Yeah, sometimes he’s a little flirtatious, but he’d be a little flirtatious talking to a doorknob. That’s just who he is. I’m not threatened by that.”

“Do you feel threatened at all?”

“I don’t know,” Casey sighed, her shoulders falling as she exhaled. “But I hate feeling this way.”

“Have you told Tobias about this?”

“No,” she insisted. “And I don’t plan on. It’s stupid, and I don’t want to look like a jealous little twit.”

“But if you’re in a relationship, you need to be honest. He should know how this makes you feel. Promise you’ll think about it?”

Casey agreed and hugged her friend. Mumbling something about not having any more ice cream under her breath as she shuffled off to bed.

~~~~~

The following morning, Tobias picked Casey up as planned. Handing her a single long-stemmed rose when she opened the door.

“For me?” she smiled bashfully.

“Who else?” he grinned, his face lit up the way it always did when she appeared, and as their lips came together in a slow, passionate kiss, all felt right with the world.  

“So, where are you taking me?” Casey asked.

“The Mission. It’s just a hole-in-the-wall bar near Kenmore, but they have the most incredible Sunday brunch. Trust me, you’re going to love it!”

“By Kenmore? Is anyone joining us?”

“Terrance will be there,” he replied. “A few other co-workers, too. It’s the kind of place where people just show up, and you never know who will join you. But that works great for me.”

“It does?” She asked as they reached the car. “Why?”

Gently pushing her against the passenger door, Tobias brushed the hair from her face and brought their lips to hers once more. He pulled away with that glow and smile firmly in place.

“Why? Because it took us long enough to get here. Now that you’re mine, I want to show you off to the whole world. Can you blame me?”

“Nah,” Casey blushed, straightening the lapels on his jacket. “I supposed I can’t.”

They were seated at the bar, and Casey had to admit Tobias was right. Her eggs benedict were near perfection, and Tobias’s Belgian waffles weren’t too shabby either. She wished she knew Terrance and the other Kenmore friends a little bit better, because she would have happily swiped some of their food, too. The atmosphere was loud and boisterous; it reminded her of a more polished Donahue’s, and sitting there with Tobias at her side, Casey couldn't have been more content.

“How are your eggs benedict?” Terrance asked. “I’ve never had them here.”

Casey looked up, her eyes wide. This was her chance! “They’re wonderful! And, if you’re willing to part with a piece of your French toast, I’ll gladly trade you for some of mine.”

A smile spread on Terrance’s face as he broke off a piece of his French toast, silently putting it on Casey’s plate. He looked at Tobias, nodding with approval. “I like her! A woman who knows what she wants and makes sure it happens!"

“Hey!” Casey playfully interrupted. “I gave you something in return. I was nice about it!”

“Exactly!” Terrance replied, his eyes shutting tight as he bit into the eggs benedict. “God, they’re delicious!” He said before returning to his original point, "And that’s why I like you.”

“Yeah,” Tobias beamed, pulling Casey closer to him. “Well, I like her a whole lot more.”

“Agh!” Melissa, a chestnut-haired nurse around Tobias’s age, gagged. “You two are too sweet! Who the hell is this man, and what did he do with our Tobias?”

“Yeah,” Terrance laughed. “You have to understand, Tobias marching into being a happily monogamous man has been a huge shock for us. You must be one hell of a woman.”

“I assure you, she is,” Tobias grinned.

“She has to be!” Melissa laughed as she animatedly counted the people around them. “You’ve dated at least a half-dozen people here... that I know of... many have tried and failed to get to your position, Casey,” she smiled and raised her mimosa. “Hats off to you.”

Casey smiled politely. She knew they meant no harm, but now all she could do was look around the room and wonder who it was. Which of these women had felt his hands on their bodies and knew how intoxicating it felt when he focused all his attention on them, no matter how long it lasted? How many had slept on the mattress she now spent most nights on, waking up under his covers, blissful in his arms, before playfully stumbling to the shower for another round that they’d never forget?  

She ordered another drink and did her best to remain cordial, but her mood shifted, and while the others may have been oblivious, Tobias noticed. He asked her if she was all right when they returned to his car. Once again, she insisted everything was fine. But the ride was marred with an unusual silence that no amount of music could erase. After parking the car, they walked to his house when a pretty young woman walking a Shih Tzu smiled his way.

“Morning, Tobias,” she smiled, nodding at Casey.

“Hey, Mary! Good seeing you,” he replied. "You too, Shotzie!"

They had barely taken a few steps away when Casey asked. “So, did you fuck her, too?”

“What?”

“Nothing,” Casey replied with a frown.

Tobias took a deep breath of the warm summer air and exhaled slowly. “I know I have a reputation, Casey... but I didn’t sleep with everyone we bump into.”

“Really?” She replied, dropping her hand from his as they reached his door. “Because sometimes it sure feels that way.”

Tobias lingered by the doorway as Casey stepped inside, tossing her purse on a side table before plopping down on his couch. Her expression was a complex mix of self-reproach, frustration with him, and reluctant acceptance. Tobias’s face transformed rapidly, moving from shock to annoyance and finally to determination in mere seconds. He locked the door, and the sound of his keys clattering against the marble table echoed through the room.

“All right, this can’t continue. Casey, we need to talk.”

She sat on the edge of the couch, nervously twisting a strand of her hair. She loved him, and he was right—they did need to talk. But those were the four most dreaded words in the English language, and right now, she felt like their first conflict was all her fault. Tears welled in her eyes when Tobias knelt before her, his eyes full of concern and love.

“Casey, what’s bothering you? When you started acting a little jealous here and there, I honestly thought it was endearing. Maybe it’s stupid, but I’ve never meant that much to anyone before, and it was nice to feel like I mattered enough for jealousy to be a real thing... but now I can see it’s not cute. It’s making you feel uneasy, and it’s making me feel like you don’t trust me, and none of this is good. So, how do we get past it?”

“Tobias, I know you have a past; we both do, even if yours is a little more colorful than mine. It never bothered me, but lately, I feel like we'll need to leave the state if I want to go a day without running into one of your former lovers, and it’s harder than I expected it to be. Especially when it’s obvious that they would love another chance at you.”

“Hon,” he said, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “You know you have nothing to worry about, right? No one is a threat to you.”

She took a deep breath, her eyes meeting his. “I know that, and I trust you, but seeing these women all the time... and they’re all so beautiful, so perfect... and sometimes all I can think of is that there is no way I can be enough for you. I wonder how long it will be before you think so, too, and it hurts. I know it’s irrational, and it’s not fair to you. You’ve done nothing to make me feel this way. It’s only me feeling like I’m... inadequate, and I’m mad at myself for even feeling this way.”

“Your feelings are never irrational, Case. They’re real and valid. You’re also the only thing that matters to me, so what can I do to help you feel more secure?”

“I don’t know, I just feel like I can’t compete with them.”

“You’re right... because there is no competition, and if there were trust, you’d win.”

She looked at him, and the sincerity and concern in his eyes warmed her heart but also filled her with guilt. Tears welled up as she lowered her head.

“I don’t know. I guess I need reassurance sometimes, but I hate asking for it. I’m usually so much more confident than this, and I don’t want to seem needy.”

“You’re not needy. You’re human,” Tobias said softly. “Plus, you’ve dealt with so much in this past year. You have no idea how much you amaze me. You're so strong, and I hate to see you doubt yourself, especially if it’s on my account.”

“No, Tobias,” she interrupted. This is a me problem—one hundred percent a me problem."

“Well, maybe, but that doesn't mean I'm not here for you. I love you, and I chose you. My past is just that – the past. You are my present, and I hope you’ll be my future, too.”

He let out a soft chuckle, and Casey looked at him with questioning eyes. “What?”

“If it makes you feel any better, sometimes I could use some reassurance, too.”

“You?” She astounded. “You’re the most confident person I know. You feel insecure? When?”

“Hey, it happens,” he smiled, sitting next to her and taking her in his arms. “I’m nearly forty, and yeah, I’ve had a lot of... flings... in my life, but love... the real deal? This is brand new to me. You know it scared the hell out of me at first, and even though it doesn’t anymore.... sometimes I have to wonder if I’m doing it right.”

“Oh, honey. You’re doing it so right. You’re so good to me, and I feel so loved.”

“And do I measure up?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper. Casey pulled back, her brows knit together.

“Measure up? To who?”

“Look, I don’t care how many people you slept with before me. You’re with me now, and I’m not worried about that. But you had something with others that I never had... you had love. And because you have this big heart, most of the people you loved are still in your life.”

“Tobias, they may be in my life, and yeah, I suppose I still love them... but not in that way any longer... not in the way that I love you.”

“I know that,” he smiled. “Rationally, I know that. But this love thing... it’s something that I’ve only shared with you, and, now and then, a little bit of self-doubt creeps in, and... when that happens, I could use reassurance, too.”

“I... I never would have thought... you don’t have to worry about that, Tobias. You're the love of my life, and I want this to last forever."

“I do, too," He smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “So why don’t we talk to each other when we’re feeling a little off? We’re a team now, remember? We can work through anything as a team."

Casey nodded, feeling the weight lifting from her shoulders. “Yes, we can. And I promise to talk to you instead of letting things eat at me in the future.”

“That’s all I ask,” he replied, pulling her into a comforting embrace. “We’ve got a great thing, kid. We’ll get through this; I know we will.”

She rested her head on his shoulder, feeling nothing but warmth in his embrace. “So, what’s your opinion on this love thing?” she asked with a little grin.

“Heh,” he chuckled. “It’s wild... a bit of a rollercoaster ride, but honestly, it’s the best thrill of my life. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”

“It is like a rollercoaster,” she agreed. “But you know what my favorite part of rollercoasters is? The way we hold on tight and don’t let go.”

A bright grin spread across his face, and he held Casey as close as he could. “Trust me, sweetheart,” he whispered. “I will never, ever let go.”

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

Tagging others separately.

[melissathettpdmember]

Here, have my Daphne headcanons

She's currently 31 years old.

Her birthday is on the 28th of September 1981 (1993 in Earth's time)

She's a perfectionist. Whatever she does, she has to master it.

Speaking of which, she has mastered every element she has (every single element ever including light which no one really has-). That means that she's always under pressure. Not to mention that she has remastered the Light element twice (accidentally) which triples the pain.

She has personal beef with Eraklyon's first monarchy (Sky's family) due to them making life hell for the people of the second monarchy.

She's fully straight.

She does not have any exes.

She has ADD, PTSD and Insomnia.

She can down 12 shots in a minute without throwing up.

The Sirenix curse lasted for about 5-6 years. (From when she was 22 to when she was 27-28)

She started Alfea late, when she was 19.

The Fall of Domino happened when she was 8-9 years old. If the Company of Light didn't show up, she was long gone.

She's currently the strongest person in the dimension.

She's a daddy's girl (probably canon).

She has better relationships with her friends than she has with her parents. This is due to the fact that she lost her parents before she got double digits but her friends were always there.

She's in a friend group of 7 people. There were 3 people when she was 5, then it became 4 when she was 8, 6 by the end of high school (the reason for starting Alfea late) and finally 7 when she was 19. It kinda goes like this:

Her, Tetis and Politea (2 nymphs) -> +Thoren -> +Tony and Michael (2 OCS don't mind them) -> +Nex (yes you read that right)

She doesn't argue, when people are wrong, she punches them in the face.

She has 1 sided beef with: Nirvana, MCR, Hozier, AM, Billie Eilish, Charli XCX, Travis Scott, Kanye West and A$AP ROCKY (or whatever) fans due to them being so toxic.

She's an artist.

She has written and performed musicals before. She has a wide range but she can't go as low as Taylor Swift or as high as Ariana Grande.

She's the one who made arson legal in 3 planets.

She's 5'6.

She has a little Beast of the Depths plushie for some reason.

She was probably the Great Dragon's favorite.

She lost her V card at 17 years old while preparing for her role as Veronica Sawyer of Heathers the Musical.

She didn't know how to swim until she learned that she had to acquire Sirenix. She still has a phobia of water.

Bloom wasn't the lucky one. She haunted many people for her enjoyment, including Tetis.

She has had 6 suicide attempts.

She's a master at board and card games. Trust me, you can't beat her at UNO.

She's in the Lightrock Council. (Council of Light, has access to the Lightrock Monastery etc.)

She never took the History Exams when she was a student at Alfea, due to being related with half of the curriculum therefore getting mental breakdowns.

Speaking of which, she's not that good at history either. Probably her worst subject.

She was homeschooled until middle school, because she couldn't really get homeschooled since... The fall of Domino-

She hates pet names.

She has type 3 hair, changing every day due to the humidity.

[kitty-buster-moon-simp]

Inktober Day 17 (Late) ~Love Triangle

Esp:

Hoy Les Traigo La 17ma Semana Del Inktober 2024 (Atrasada Porque Ayer No Pude Subirla Por El Colegio TwT), Hoy Hice Este Dibujo De Cole, Geo Y Aoki Wyldstuff (Nuevo OC De Ninjago) Siendo Un Amor Tercio (Aún No He Visto Ninjago:El Ascenso De Los Dragones Pero Sé Que Cole Es Gay), Aunque Cole Actualmente Es Gay, También Lo Shipeo Con Aoki, Mi OC, Así Que Decidí Hacer Un Amor Tercio Entre Ella, Cole Y Geo, Aunque Eso Sí, Aoki Es Muy Malhumorada, Ruda, Grosera Y Agresiva A Pesar De Ser La Ninja Y Maestra Elemental De La Niebla, Cole Y Geo Le Sonríen, Pero Ella Sigue Enojada XD, Pero Bueno, Espero Que Les Guste Este Dibujo Que Había Hecho.

Eng:

Today I Bring You The 17th Week Of Inktober 2024 (Delayed Because I Couldn't Upload It Yesterday Because Of School TwT), Today I Made This Drawing Of Cole, Geo And Aoki Wyldstuff (New Ninjago OC) Being A Love Triangle (I Haven't Seen Ninjago:Dragons Rising Yet, But I Know Cole Is Gay), Although Cole Is Currently Gay, I Also Ship It With Aoki, My OC, So I Decided To Make A Love Triangle Between Her, Cole And Geo, Although Yes, Aoki Is Very Moody , Rude, Rude And Aggressive Despite Being The Ninja And Elemental Master Of The Mist, Cole And Geo Smile At Her, But She's Still Angry XD, But Well, I Hope You Like This Drawing I Had Made.

[ominousvibez]

I have very vivid dreams sometimes, especially if I’m sick or if I took melatonin (which both this time), here’s how the dream went:

After a “reveal gone wrong” scenario (or something similar) Danny ends up being caught and experimented on by the GIW. He’s saved by his family and friends (maybe his parents didn’t turn him in, maybe they changed their mind and had the realization), but it’s almost a little too late. He’s destabilizing and dying for good this time. Frostbite suggests they take Danny to Clockwork, who might have a way for them to save Danny, so they do.

Clockwork does have a way, but his family and friends will never see Danny again, as the only way for Danny’s essence to survive is if he gets reborn in a different dimension. They eventually agree to that, just so Danny can live, and Danny is reborn as the only child to two loving parents, Maria and John Mortis, in a place called Ninjago City.

Yeah DP x Ninjago Crossover time!

Basically, this Ninjago world worked similarly to my OC world, where there was a fifth elemental weapon of creation, except this one was either a staff or a spear? My brain couldn’t decide I guess.

Danny was the next “Elemental Master of Spirit”, and he was offered the ninja position by Sensei Wu. Danny has hazy memories of what led to him being reborn, but accepts, because he wants to do better in this world. He joins the ninja team, he’s like the silver or gray ninja (brain doesn’t like too many details I guess)

it’s a really fun basis for a crossover I might write one of these days, maybe after I finish hey, runner (which I AM working on slowly but surely)

[kikisees]

Couldnt choose which of the ninja to draw, so i made my own elemental master oc!! He has power over gravity, specifically controlling the tides, a task given to his ancestors by the FSM himself and passed down through his family. Since he lost his elemental power, the tides have been going haywire, messing with boats and flooding towns!! He's been doing a lot of travelling, (mostly at night so he isnt spotted, using the elemental potions as a light source because they are very glowy:)) trying to save towns from being flooded, while also trying to get his elemental power back.

For the design, i decided to forego the skirt and a lot of extra fabric for better swimming/running ability. His feet are bound so he can move silently, he also has a tattoo of his elemental dragon on his arm because he misses her :( and it glows when he uses his powers, but lately it hasnt been glowing at all! I had a ton of fun with this design! :))

[skierisa]

I don’t believe I’m familiar with your ocs so feel free to choose any but 🐉🗡️🧠

I think I could briefly talk about the three of them!

🐉 - Valerie is the only elemental master in her family, neither Nessa or Kenichi have any elemental powers. However, Kenichi taught himself how to use magic once the realms merged. The only power Vanessa has is the shape shifting ability shared by the people of her realm (is just a bit different than the Formlings).

🗡️ - Valerie is very good in combat, but she tends to forget she doesn't need to block and face every attack. Her chosen weapon are iron war fans. Kenichi mostly uses magic and does some sort of jiujitsu style of fight. Vanessa is the "weakest" among them, but knows some capoeira moves and learned how to use the naginata as a hobby (later she would take these more seriously).

🧠 - okay, this might be too long, so sorry in advance

Valerie and Kenichi were first created in 2017 because I wanted werewolf edgy OC's. Valerie used to use an axe instead of war fans, but her overall werewolf thingy and appearance were always the same. She also always had an "alt" aesthetic, or as alt as I could go as a 12 yo in the late 2010's thinking emo was very hardcore (ah, 12yo me was so dumb). I tried my best for her not to be a Mary Sue as well, so her outspoken and impulsive personality was always there. She was also created to be paired with Lloyd and they also always had this "haters to friends to lovers" dynamic. Again, as time went by, I needed to add good personality traita for her as well and I thought that her explosive/impulsive personality would contrast well with her being super nice and patient with kids and actually enjoying to be around them. 2017 Valerie could never! One cool detail about her desing is that her lighter brown locks were inspired by my hair when I was 12. It had lighter, slightly blonde locks because I used to be under the sun a lot (if I try doing this nowadays I'll turn to ashes lol)

Kenichi only started to get a personality once I reworked him like I year ago. He was very different, but things that are still the same is that he has black hair and he smokes (also knows how to use a gun). He started as a comedic relief character, but as time went by I hugged the idea of him being morally grey, yet funny, but always with a card in his sleeve, wishing nothing but the best for the world (he's literally chaotic good rn). The scar on his eye was originally present as a "future self" thing, like, he'd get it during Valerie's fan season, but I liked the idea so I made it part of him from the start of the story.

Nessa was created randomly when I was 12 because I wanted to give Valerie some drama that wasn't "her parents are dead" kind of drama, so I thought adding a surprise twin sister would be nice. Well it wasn't, and I knew that, so I killed Nessa off and she became a vangeful spirit only Valerie could see. When I decided to rework Valerie, I revisited Vanessa's concept, whose personality seemed to never be right. Having recently watched C09 gameplays and Scott Pilgrim movies (plus reading the comics) I thought mixing Jecka and Julie Powers with a character from Teen Monica's Gang (Denise) would be funny. I did this because Nessa's personality would always end up as "too shy to live" or "too superficial to be interesting", so I gave her this "she's an asshole" kind of personality, except it's just because she's harsh and likes to take care of others, so her harshness is because of her wish to see others doing well. Like she has redeemable qualities that's what I mean ldhdkdjfi

Anyway, that's it! Thank you very much for the ask, I love talking about my OC's and thought this game would be a fun way to talk about them without doing 100s of random posts fhjdhdjd

[taralen]

Announcement? Other things!

Hey, everyone, so besides commissions and all my SPECIL SALESMAN art, I would also like to share more things (like original art) and draw fanart for other things. Spamton G. Spamton is a mainstay on my blog. He is very important to me, and if you don't like him, then too bad!

My range of interests is absolutely massive, and as one fan/friend of mine said to me years ago, "You're like a mystery box of surprises!"

Here is what I plan to make art and possible theories or analyses for:

[[please note that a lot of my interests are 17-18+, but anything uploaded here will be kept SFW or cropped. All NSFW stuff will go to my Pixiv account. I highly recommend to NOT look up the origin if you are a minor or sensitive to explicit content.]]

Queen's Blade Franchise (17+) - I really want to make more art of my favorite character, Alleyne the Elven Fighting Master, and possibly her apprentice, Nowa!

Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni (17+ GORE HORROR. Do not look up if you are sensitive.) - Recently fell in love with this series. I consider the original anime from the 2000s to be a masterpiece. I want to draw my favorite character, Takano!

Taimanin universe (17-18+. Seriously don't look it up if you're a minor lol.) - I really love some of the characters of this series, like my waifu Ingrid. I've drawn her before, and I want to draw her again. Funny enough, one of my pieces is featured in the mobile game Action Taimanin as a poster on the wall for a level. Sometimes, I see people use my art as an icon. It's very flattering!

Dragon Half (15+) - One of my all-time favorite mangas ever made from the 1980s. I think it's long overdue I make a fanart for it.

Winx Club - I have numerous unfinished fanarts for this series. I love it so much, even though Sailor Moon is superior lmfao.

Shoujo Tsubaki (18+. BANNED WORLDWIDE. DO NOT LOOK IT UP if you are sensitive or if you are a minor) - I watched this two nights ago, and it's so sad... I plan to do an analysis of it. I honestly don't think it's the worst thing ever, but I can see why people find it offensive, as it touches upon A LOT OF taboo topics.

Psychonauts - This game series man... So good. I want to draw something of my favorite character, Helmut, and his husband, Bobby. I just absolutely adore them. 😭

Touhou Project - It's been a long time since I've drawn proper fanart for this series. I have A LOT on my DeviantArt account, but I'd like to draw my favorite girls again.

Super Mario Bros - Peach is my original waifu. I've tried drawing her many times in my style, but I've kind of failed. I also really like Princess Daisy's N64 version and want to draw her again. Rosalina/Rosetta, I will also think about it.

The Legend of Zelda - This one is a little... Difficult for me. This is one of my favorite game series ever, but I really struggle to make art for it. I want to since it heavily inspired my work, but damn is it hard... Hopefully, I can break out of my shell for this.

Various other Eroge titles (18+) - Eroge are any games with erotic elements that originate from Japan. There are so many I like that range from simply being romantic to utterly insane. If you're a minor, do not look up anything.

Runescape - How I love thee. It's been a while since I've drawn fanart for it. I love the Elves haha!

Creepypasta or ghost legends/stories - I've been listening to a lot of these lately and I feel a bit inspired to draw some of the things that pop up in my imagination.

That's all for the non-original stuff. I'm still hesitant to post OCs here because they got 100% ignored last time. xD

Stuff of mine I won't ever upload to this blog:

18+ NSFW. Obvious. Do you want me to get banned?? I can draw fanart for something adult without it being NSFW.

Fetish stuff. I know I get commissioned a lot to draw fetish art, but all this will remain on DeviantArt.

Anyway, that's all I can think of right now.

[rheusia]

I have some questions about your ninjago oc which I hope you don't mind me asking about

1. Does Rhea have an element?

2. If so what is it?

3. what abilities does it give Rhea?

4. How did Rhea and Morro meet?

5. What is their relationship like?

7. What pronouns does Rhea use?

Thanks for answering my questions

Of course I don't mind questions!

1&2&3. Rhea is an Elemental Master of, so called, Dark Matter. Her elemental power allows her to manipulate the matter of living/real and dead/ghost creatures and objects - transform one into another. As it turned out after she met Morro, she's capable of converting ghosts back into their human form. The convertion ritual, as I called this, requires something in exchange from both Rhea and the person who wants to change their form in order to be finished. For example, she had to Vive Morro a part of her soul for him to turn; and when Rhea performed the ritual on him (which happened by accident by the way), in a span of 5 years made her almost completely infertile. On the other hand, Morro, in order to complete the transformation, once again had to endure the pain he had felt while lava slowly spilled on his body (in my au, it first hit his upper back and shoulders). The transformation took over 1,5years to be completed, and left Morro with several side effects, but ended up successful.

Another thing Rhea can do with her power, is creation of invisible shields and power fields, which can protect her and people in the area covered by the shield. She can also have physical contact with ghost creatures, she doesn't fall though them, unlike normal human beings.

Rhea's power makes her soul present in both, physical and ghost form, allowing her to telephatically communicate with a part of the beings.

In her young years, as her power was unknown to Wu, it was forbidden for her to use it im any way, without consulting it with Sensei. This lead to Rhea not unlocking her true potential until she was in her early 20s.

4. Back in june 2015, just as the battle of Stiix was coming to an end, Rhea, who was ordered to stary in the monastery, freed herself and flew on her dragon to the village. Wu hadn't let her go and fight with other ninjas in Stiix, simply because she was raised there.

As a very rebelious 13yo girl, Rhea flew there anyway. She reached the remains of the village right before Morro got caught by the Preeminent. As the monster pulled out its tentacles toward his legs, Rhea saw the scene and managed to catch him and fly away before it was too late. A part of her was not thinking at all, and after a while had passed, she realised, the man she caught was in fact a ghost. This made Wu extremely upset, as she not only had broken the rules he set for her and had escaped the monastery, but she also saved his student, whom was meant to die in Stiix.

5. Their relationship had begun with one of the sides being curious, and the other feeling nothing but hate. Morro couldn't even look at her, he blamed the girl for saving him and putting him back in the monastery. He saw the walls of his previous home as a prison. After they performed the ritual and the transformation process started, Morro's hate only grew stronger and stronger. As soon as the firey pain and several uneven wounds started bothering him, he only wished the girl was dead, he dreamed od her suffering the same pain he had to suffer once again in his life.

Soon it turned out, that Rhea's mind was full of regret. And against what Morro told her, she tried to help him anyway. Her actions made him change his mind, and after two years, the hate turned into slight love, which he first tried to ignore. But the longer he hid his feelings, the harder it was to behave the same way as he used to.

They had some ups and downs through their first years of knowing each other, but at the end they turned out to be a very romantical and sweet couple. It turned out they shared hobbies, had the same expectations from their partners, and views on life. They ended up getting married and having kids.

6. Rhea uses she/her pronouns.

If you have any further questions, don't be afraid to ask, I'll reply with pleasure ;)

[requiem-for-azem]

AAAAAlso I hope they bring us back to Othard and add Metal and Wood as part of the Elemental Wheel that allows them to be their own calamities instead of simply Othardian interpretations of the calamities of Wind and Earth. Partly because once I finish my 8 I'm not gonna know what to do with myself, partly because of the OC lore P O T E N T I A L. So there's Sena (Earth), Noor (Fire), Sorsh (Lightning), and a bit later Sparrow (Ice). They all were around early on for the scions, before anyone even had a fuckling what was going on. Their biggest obstacle in the beginning was just fitting into the Get Along Shirt. Izel (Shadow within Light) enters the picture later, shortly before the Scions disband, and not part of them in any official capacity anyway. Sena is already on her quest to find and study under the Final Master (Chi), but not a single soul even knows Chi (Water) is also part of Azem. As the world's end looms, Chi continues to play evasion, leading Sena on a desperate chase against time, Chi, of course, using it as a lesson to not rush into things even when the world is quite licherally falling apart around you. In the midst of this is when The Gang finally meets up with one of N-Cae's trackers, they learn more about him and his disappearance from The Studium, and they track him down to which he tells them about how his intersection of being a student of Sharlayan -and- a Padjali in communion with the Elements and other ancient beings of the Shroud let him to some knowledge not even the most knowledgeable of Sharlayan was privy to. Facing more and more pressure, he fled to continue investigating the world of The Ancients and the Sundering on his own, using Black and White to attempt to track down Azem. But- every time a Calamity happened and a Shard was rejoined, an Azem of that aspect would manifest on The Source. Therefor, the adventurers were drawn and stuck together by pure fate, having each been reborn through generations after the second, third, sixth, seventh, and twelfth calamities. What this meant, however, is there still remained two- potentially three- more of them at large: Water, Wind, and possibly Light. Not a single one of them was Azem- they were ALL Azem. [spiderman pointing meme] Will reblog this in a sec to continue from late Endwalker I'm hungy.

[tiny-cloud-of-flowers]

My friend @dragonsmooch once asked me to tell them a little (or a lot) about one of my oldest OCs, so I decided to look through my F/O lists and see which OC who is also an F/O is the one I've had for the longest time (since.. this is my selfship blog, haha). The answer turned out to be, on a technicality, Iris!

I say on a technicality because Iris is an OC I originally created for Splatoon, as part of a big group of OCs I made during one very very bored week at school where I had to try and do something that looked like revising but wasn't. Which is why she counts as an old OC. However, I more recently ported her into Dragon Quest IX, which is the version of her that I see as a platonic F/O (as well as her FFXIV version, too!). This is what she looks like in my game!

In terms of personality, Iris is energetic and fun-loving, always eager to take up a challenge and easy to make friends with. She is very creative (especially when it comes to art like drawing), and she can have a certain flair for the dramatic, which helps her out a lot with her vocation.

Speaking of vocation, Iris is a luminary! These superstars are charming performers with considerable magical aptitude, able to fight with fans, whips, or boomerangs. Iris uses the first of these options in tandem with magic, which encompasses both healing spells and wind-element damaging spells. She has a lot of different spells and abilities at her disposal, allowing her to play almost any role within the team as needed! I'd say a jack-of-all-trades, master-of-none, but.. that's actually a boss in this game, haha

In terms of how she fits into the world, Iris appears in the story of my selfship with Pavo, which is essentially "my version of the events of DQIX". She used to be a performer in the Quester's Rest inn, until spotting what looked like a burst of light falling from the sky one late night, and deciding to run out and if she could find where it would land. This falling star turned out to be my self-insert Ardea, whose wings had been lost in the fall and whose halo broke upon hitting the ground just outside the eastern entrance to the Hexagon - inadvertently showering both Iris and Avalon (an adventurer who had had the same idea) with Celestrian power, allowing them both to perceive things like spirits and the Starflight Express. After bringing Ardea back to the Quester’s Rest, and subsequently hearing her story from both her and newly-visible Pavo, Iris decides to accompany the Celestrians on their quest to both recover Ardea’s lost angelic traits and reunite with Aquila, Pavo’s brother.

I hope that this is alright!!

[saline-coelacanth]

Gonna do a bit of oc rambling, this may get into part 2 spoilers but probably nothing too in depth. Gonna put it under the cut though just to be safe

So I've mentioned before that Leo has a very normal relationship with his parents. They're still around, Leo is still in contact with them, everything is pretty chill. The only type of drama he really has with them is the fact that they kind of over-encouraged him to get into painting to the point where he stopped doing it for the fun of it and started doing it because he was good and could make money, but that's about it.

I mean, he does also take a while to actually tell them he's an elemental master and that he's been training with the ninja, but that's mainly just because he forgot to bring it up to them. He told them he was staying with new friends and his parents are like "Ok, thanks for letting us know!" because his parents are super chill with him doing stuff like that (maybe they're a bit too lax with him but that's not relevant to this post)

So one thing I've been thinking about is whether or not Arin would end up resenting Leo a little bit over this. Because as we all know, Arin was super close with his parents and he lost them in the merge. And then Leo shows up and Arin finds out Leo also has a good relationship with his parents, but they're still around. Leo could visit them any time he wants but doesn't. He doesn't even tell them that he's a ninja. I think it could be a slight parallel to Rise of the Snakes where the other ninja get upset at Jay for not visiting his parents, although with Leo the circumstances are a lot different.

Idk I just think it would be interesting. Maybe Arin wouldn't get super upset about it right away, but maybe during the tournament when his feelings about missing his parents start to get more apparent, then he could get snappy at Leo. Like Leo tries to assure him that they'll find Arin's parents eventually and that he should try to calm down and Arin just kinda snaps at him and brings up the fact that Leo still has his parents, something like that. Idk I'm just throwing ideas out there.

Idk I've just kinda been thinking about Leo and Arin lately and I think there's potential for Arin to develop some jealously towards Leo, maybe even more than with Sora because he's known her for a long time but he's just met Leo recently. Because Leo has elemental powers that he constantly talks about being useless AND he has loving parents that aren't missing, yet he barely brings them up or talks about them. Those two things just seem like things Arin might start to get upset about over time, and especially during the tournament when he's going through the most stuff. Or maybe he wouldn't start to get upset about it until season 3, I don't know I'll have to wait until we get season 3 to solidify that idea.

[starvingpenguin]

1 and 18 for Caitlyn and Baccus.

omg hi tabby :3

I ended up going a little nuts so I'm putting this under a read-more

Caitlyn:

What was the first element of your OC that you remember considering (name, appearance, backstory, etc.)? 

I don’t even really remember designing Caitlyn, since she’s been around since I first started playing Skylanders as a kid. For certain her name was set in stone immediately, as I don’t usually go back and forth with names, except in very rare cases, but her design and backstory have changed pretty significantly over the years.

The original version of the Big Fic I wanted to do for Skylanders was a very typical story for the time: 10 possible Portal Masters from Earth are summoned to Skylands and have magic high school drama, but Caitlyn was meant to be the one closest Eon as a sort of “chief apprentice”/the 11th Portal Master and - shock horror - was an enormous late-stage villain. I hated this draft (even as a child!) because I just didn’t like most of the characters I was making, but as I’ve gotten older I realize that the source of Caitlyn’s motive in that first draft was a lot more compelling if she was played as a hero. 

But her name was always consistent. 

What is the most recent thing you’ve discovered about your OC?

Caitlyn’s greatest strength and weakness is identical: her unwavering faith in the innate goodness of people. Sometimes, this is a great thing and she’ll find an ally in strange packaging, but other times it’ll get her into a serious amount of trouble that she may not be able to escape on her own.

That being said, I’ve had Caitlyn as an OC for so long that I don’t really have big breakthroughs with her anymore. The most I’ll get these days is parallels she has to other, newer OCs and Skylanders. 

Bacchus:

What was the first element of your OC that you remember considering (name, appearance, backstory, etc.)?

Bacchus was originally supposed to be a stock standard self-insert I could play with, so I remember making the conscious choices of leaving his backstory blank, aligning him with Fire (because apparently I’m allergic to writing a self-insert without bringing Fire into it), giving him my ideal body, and slapping my name on him because at the time I was still testing the waters with being called Sam. 

But then I drew that goddamn picture of him and Caitlyn together, then made the realization that he was going to outgrow what was originally just supposed to be a fun doodle. In some way too, seeing him with Caitlyn, a character I made as an unhappy girl trying to connect with whatever shred of femininity I could love, made me realize that I have grown up.

So his appearance has stayed the same, but his purpose has changed significantly.

What is the most recent thing you’ve discovered about your OC?

Bacchus is a very straightforward character with very little left to discover about him, but one of the last things I did settle with was his sense of justice and purpose, which are rather important parts of a person’s self-concept. He knows he is a criminal, so when he is caught, he has no qualms about being punished. That’s who he is, and that’s how society will punish him. But when he discovers his portal magic, suddenly nothing goes to plan, and he’s stuck between two very different states of being. 

Being (perceived) a threat is comfortable to him, being (perceived) a symbol of hope is so deeply unsettling that he resists any change like a wild animal. 

[darsynia]

Day Eight, Part II

(MCU; Stephen Strange/OC, 'mistrust' to lovers)

gif from @doctorstrangegifsparadise

Summary: Stephen Strange is settling into his new post as master of the New York Sanctum, and he's noticed quite a few people are hanging around the building lately. Is someone sending them or are New Yorkers just enjoying the spring thaw? Somehow the pretty loiterer he confronts is chosen by a Babylonian relic within minutes of stepping into the Sanctum. Is she a spy trained in the mystic arts?

Length: 4,198

My Masterlist | Animate Objects | Link to Part I

I'm so grateful to @sobeautifullyobsessed for inspiring this series! I apologize again that the odd tumblr shadowban hid your response from me. I'll watch this like a hawk this time! Your response meant the WORLD.

Tags (feel free to ask!): @starryeyes2000 💚

Day Eight, Part II

Stephen’s sense of duty was what kept him as the Master of the New York sanctum, but it was his sense of wonder that kept it interesting. As the season changed from winter to spring, though, his patience started wearing thin.

The Sanctum had an array of defenses, from magic wards to surveillance cameras, and it was the latter that revealed a new possible threat. Random people of all sorts had started to linger outside. Each night since then, there were multiple triggers in the protection spells around the Sanctum. 

Pattern recognition was a tool of diagnosis, something he excelled at in multiple spheres. Here, though, there was no common element between types of people that he could see. One day it would be a harried-looking business woman in heels. Another day it was a pair of teenagers with a basketball. The day after that had three different visitors, one of which had made it a point to put out their cigarette in the very center of the stairway.

It wasn’t like he could ask his dead predecessor, but when Stephen casually mentioned the issue to Wong, his friend had decided to visit (actually visit, rather than just portaling in and out a few times. He’d set up in a guest room, and Stephen was going to miss him when he left, because he was a damned good cook). The two of them agreed that it was likely just a surge of New Yorkers enjoying the unseasonably warm spring weather, but if it wasn’t, they shouldn’t ignore it.

Yesterday, Wong had gone out to walk the streets looking terribly busy and see what he could observe. He’d returned an hour and a half later with a cake in a bag and absolutely no insights about their predicament.

Today, Wong was the most unhelpful he’d been yet, because the first thing he said to Stephen was, “It’s supposed to rain most of the day, maybe no one will show up.”

It was a habit to eat lunch in the converted linen closet that served as the surveillance room and go over the recordings. The room just held a modem at first, but a good deal of the protective spells they used flat-out didn’t work on mundane threats like nosy urban explorers and thieves. Stephen almost didn’t go today because, as Wong had pointed out, it was raining hard enough to discourage most loiterers.

Most-- but not all.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said, leaning forward and rewinding the corner cam. It was the woman he’d seen midweek, the one who’d mutely stared at him with her wide hazel eyes before calling him pretty. Of all the random encounters he had when he left the building, he would never have expected to see her again.

Stephen frowned at himself. The thing that was memorable about her wasn’t her eyes, it was the fact that she’d almost been flattened in the street! He hadn’t even known she was there, it was the Cloak who’d stopped her, for which he was grateful. Now he felt almost used, like she’d known of his sentient relic and exploited both of them to make some kind of connection she was now cashing in on.

He wasn’t going to stand for it.

When he got to the front door, Stephen walked right past the ancient parasol relic that was resting helpfully in the umbrella stand and instead cast some spells to keep the rain from bothering him. Either his unwelcome visitor would reveal her knowledge of what went on at the sanctum, or she would be unnerved. Either reaction would give him useful information.

He shoved the door open, his expression of stern disapproval nearly waverering when he saw her tip her head up into the rain and spin in a circle. She was wearing a skirt that twirled out in a charming way, giving him a glimpse of shapely legs above her stylish boots.

“What is it that you want?” he asked, annoyed as much at his own distraction as he was about her presence there at all. Behind him, the Cloak was nudging at his knees in a way that made him adjust his stance in case he needed to cast something.

The way the rain intensified as he spoke to her made Stephen even more suspicious. If he were trying to ingratiate himself to someone, setting them up to save his life and then showing up bedraggled and rain soaked would be a strategy to lower their guard. The question was whether she was a pawn, a queen, or the chess master.

One way to find out would be to get her inside the Sanctum’s protection. The inherent magic there prevented mystical eavesdropping, and if she were wired for sound, the devices wouldn’t react well to the rain.

She was waiting for an answer, and Stephen couldn’t remember what she’d said. “No,” he bit out.

“Sorry, which question of mine was that in answer to?” she asked, tipping her head to the side. The polka-dotted headband she wore slid back, soaked, and a lock of hair splotched against her cheek.

“Both,” he said-- “Neither,” he corrected. “What--” he started, infusing his tone with as much sternness as he could.

He needn’t have bothered. She was busy attempting to open an umbrella that couldn’t have cost more than a dollar, for all its utility. Just like the rain’s effect on the small amount of form-fitting blouse he could see under her raincoat, Stephen suspected it was a deliberate distraction. He felt a stirring of rebellious excitement; there was something quite intellectually stimulating about being challenged. Stephen really missed that part of diagnosis and surgery.

With that in mind, he firmed up the tentative decision he’d made minutes earlier and invited her inside. If nothing else, she’d probably come up with some more outrageous commentary, and he could spar with Wong later about his impulsiveness.

Stephen positioned himself as a disappointed authority figure and pressed his lips together, waiting. Most people were uncomfortable with silence in such situations, and their reactions often revealed much about their motivations. Add to that the social stigma of deception, the weight of wrongdoing, and silence was condemnatory.

All he needed to do was wait.

Unfortunately, the room was not silent. It was filled with various sounds of dripping.

There was no chance in any dimension he was going to leave her alone in the sanctum, so Stephen grabbed a towel via a portal, just like he did on days when just one wasn’t enough. He didn’t warm it for her, though.

“Why am I not surprised it’s black?” she quipped as she reached out. Her wet skirt clung to her thighs in a way he absolutely should not have noticed, and Stephen shifted his gaze away.

Just as relying solely on magical security had left them vulnerable to brute force robbery attempts, he’d left himself open to forgetting what it was like to be around someone beautifully ordinary. Even that observation was suspect, and his impatience flared forth, burning away such things as wondering what she’d look like when she wasn’t in extremis-- soaking wet, furious, or in shock. On a whim, he cast a drying spell sequence, firmly telling himself it was to strip away her use of being utterly bedraggled as a means to manipulate.

“You tell whoever keeps hiring lost-looking spies to come down here and face me themselves! Just because they picked someone young and attractive this time doesn’t mean I’m any more inclined to tell you anything!”  Stephen winced inwardly at what his words gave away, but kept his expression firm.

“Well!” she fumed, “I didn’t come here to be complimented by the likes of you!” With that, his perplexing visitor stomped over to the umbrella stand and picked up the Tsasilli of Semiramis.

With a gesture, he shifted the door handle to a different dimension. “That was masterful,” Stephen admitted. “Bring it back, please.” To skip past some of the pretense, he rose a few feet into the air, with the help of the Cloak. He might have just as easily lifted up on anticipation.

Instead of admitting to her subterfuge, though, the young woman seemed befuddled, accusing him once again of engaging in some kind of reality show trickery. It galled him, the way she’d lit on the exact kind of thing he didn’t want to be associated with. It was one thing to be called a magician by the ignorant. It was another to be accused of--

Stephen looked around in alarm. He was much closer to her than he’d intended, drawn forward by the Cloak itself, it seemed. In the woman’s hand, the Babylonian relic seemed to elongate, changing its appearance once again, this time into a kind of Sherlockian contraption. The damned thing was wily, even restless lately, employing its particular penchant for shapeshifting to infuriating effect.

“How are you doing this?” the woman whispered, eyes wide, hand trembling.

“I’m not,” he admitted.

Her face twisted, and she opened her hand to drop it. Instead of falling to the floor, the relic sped through a shift, arcing over her arm just in time to hang there, suspended and smug.

In a throbbing deadpan, his visitor said, “I’d like to faint dead away, please.”

Stephen was forced to shove off with a runic blaze of golden light, as Cloak tugged him to within inches of her. “Oh, will you--” he muttered, reaching up to unfasten the Cloak and set it aside, where it hovered in thwarted frustration. He saw her search the ceiling for some kind of wire installation. Still dedicated to the bit, he thought wryly. Probably an aspiring actress. “It wouldn’t help.”

“I--” she shook her head.

“Fainting. You strike me as the sort who wants to be awake and affecting things, rather than passed out with the world resolving its issues without you.”

Her expression warmed at this, her crooked smile just shy of self-deprecating. “I’m usually the one resolving issues, so that is a good point. Speaking of which…” She grasped the umbrella and lifted it off of her arm. The stiff, jerky movement smoothed when the relic didn’t cling to her, but Stephen was unprepared for what she did next.

Stepping close to him, she reached out and took his right wrist with her free hand, confident but not rough. “In lieu of passing out, I’ll pass this back to you,” she said, pressing the middle of the disguised umbrella into his palm. Her position meant that the warmth of her wrist and forearm heated the back of his hand before she let go and stepped back.

“Just like that?” he asked. That the question had a double meaning was hopefully hidden from her, because Stephen was shaken. Clearing his throat, he pushed forward the part of himself that always seemed to set people on edge, the confidence that sometimes spiked up into arrogance. “Are you that confident you’ll get it back from me? After all that hard work?”

He dropped his right hand to his side. It stung. For her part, the woman looked almost hurt, her full lips curved down as she grabbed the loose sides of her raincoat to tighten the garment around herself protectively. Suddenly, he let out a pained noise and let go of the Tsasilli, which furled open to prevent itself from clattering flat to the floor. He stepped back and rubbed his palm with his other hand, looking down when it slid too readily.

There was a bright smear of blood on his thumb.

“Okay, I draw the line at your bloodthirsty parasol. I’m going to need you to reconjure that doorknob now,” the young woman said fiercely, swinging her shoulder bag over and clutching it to her chest like a talisman. 

“The doorknob is still there, and the umbrella is not mine. It belonged to the Babylonian queen Semiramis,” he said, just to see what face she’d make.

She didn’t. She turned her back on him and fished something out of her shoulder bag, twisting it into a bright beam of light shining directly on the place the handle would be.

“Oh,” she said.

He walked over to stand beside her, adjusting for the Cloak as it levitated along beside. “You expected a shadow.”

“Yes.”

“I sent it somewhere that wouldn’t cast a shadow here.” He gestured, and the crystal fractures of the Mirror Dimension slowly unfolded out like origami, widening to reveal the door handle. The beam of her flashlight wavered with her honest surprise. It was clear by her expression that she'd never seen anything like that before. Stephen felt certain he would have been able to tell.

“Look, I’ll be honest with you, mister…”

He turned toward her, saw she was twisting her hands together in distress, and took pity, despite himself. “Doctor. My name is Doctor Strange. Stephen,” he said, adding his name at the end as a concession to the way her brows furrowed at the first two monikers. 

“Amy,” she said, her jaw tightening obstinately. “I came back because I was curious, that’s all. I wanted to--” She cut off, suddenly engrossed in turning off her flashlight and putting it away. “Curiosity killed the cat, as they say-- or will you debunk that one for me, as well?”

“It was originally ‘Care killed the cat,’ not curiosity. More about a shouldered burden than inquisitiveness,” he obliged. Stephen did not share the part of the phrase that was sometimes included, that ‘satisfaction brought it back.’ He was far too disconcerted to allow thoughts like that to stray into the visible.

“Well, that’s certainly applicable,” she sighed, all of her vigor melting away. “This has been the most unusual day, but my lunch hour is over and I’m officially late for work. What must I do, Stephen, for you to let me go?”

The words were spoken in a soft, almost sad voice, but they sliced him, slipping past the suspicion, dodging his annoyance, making it through the layers of magical and mental armor he wore daily to sink into his chest and vibrate there. Defensive, he stepped back and bowed toward the door with a flourish the Cloak was happy to expand on.

“Nothing,” he said, avoiding speaking her name at the very last minute. “I’ve learned all I need to know, today.” It was a discomfiting lie.

“I won’t shake your hand,” she said warily. “Everything I’ve touched in here hasn’t been what it seemed. All but you. You, sir, are exactly what you seem.”

With that odd statement, she pulled her shoulder bag higher onto her shoulder and took one step toward the door.

If Stephen hadn’t been faced the way he was, he would have missed it. The Cloak had been drifting seemingly aimlessly beside him through their conversation, but now it moved, the fluttering edges catching on the thrice-damned Babylonian relic and spinning it toward his anxious guest. Because she was facing the door, she was completely unprepared when the Cloak gusted forward, nudging the thing just far enough to catch on her ankle.

She was going to fall, and if he didn’t catch her, she wouldn’t be in a fit state to walk home in the rain, and he’d be stuck in suspicious limbo for the rest of the afternoon. That was the thought that set off Stephen’s temper as he lunged forward to thrust out his arm for her to steady herself.

They paused there, she in a half-fall arrested by his outstretched arm, he with a million frustrated thoughts spinning out from their point of contact. 

“I’ve always hated Renaissance Faires. Is this my penance?” she whispered, as if the umbrella hooked around her ankle might take offense.

“Oh no. It’s clearly mine,” he snapped. Stephen leaned over, about to grab the relic when he realized it would probably develop spikes in retaliation. Seconds later he’d slid on his sling ring and had opened a portal directly behind the unfurled umbrella. “You want to try me?” he asked it.

The Tsasilli of Semiramis shrank in response, becoming comically disproportionate, with its handle still curved around Amy’s ankle.

Stephen whirled around. “Did you have something to do with this?” he demanded of the Cloak. It drifted over to float behind Amy. “That’s a ‘yes.’ All right,” he said, frustratedly pinching his brow. 

It was clear that the relic had ‘chosen’ her, but that made it all but impossible for her to be anything but exactly what he’d initially thought: a trainee if not gifted in the Mystic Arts, there to spy on the Sanctum for some nefarious purpose.

“For what it’s worth, I’m pretty freaking terrified right now,” Amy said conversationally.

“Sure you are,” he snapped. “Look, all facades aside, I’m not letting you walk out of here with a relic of that value. I have it on good authority that they choose wisely, but I don’t have all that many data points on that score.” It was childish, but Stephen shot a censuring look at the Cloak. It was undaunted.

“Okay, you’re throwing around a lot of language you clearly think I ought to recognize, and nothing I say seems to be convincing. I tell you what, how about I pretend I’m at work? That’s where I ought to be right now anyway.” 

“What is your job, when you’re not moonlighting as a spy and a thief?”

She didn’t even take offense. “Crisis management.” Amy chuckled. “This whole thing where you think one thing and I know another? I’m used to that. I’m a mediator. I take a crisis and smooth out the rough spots.” She took a deep breath and let it out, frowning down at the Tsasilli. “Ninety seconds, we explain what we think is going on. No interruptions. The second person isn’t allowed to make their answer a response to the first person. Would you like to go first?”

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he asked in a low, triumphant voice, fully convinced of her deception, now. “I must insist: ladies first.”

Her shoulders slumped almost imperceptibly, and she pressed her lips together. “All right, then. I’m an office worker on a walk during lunch. Ran into a caped crusader, got curious, and walked this way again today, just so I could see whether you work at a costume warehouse or something.” She looked around for a few seconds, then crossed her arms and lifted her chin, eyes blazing with challenge. “I’m still not all that convinced. My bet is that you’ve got your hands on some illegal Chitauri tech and you’re bored as hell. I have yet to see anything that convinces me you’re not a very well put together mischief maker, and I dislike being the only adult in the room. Your turn?”

Whoever was pulling this woman’s strings had implanted a wide swathe of inferiority about the Mystic Arts, Stephen decided. Almost every subtle jab she’d thrown out had been to imply that his abilities were rooted in trickery, in deception. It was meant to offend him, and it did, but he also thought it was rather revelatory. He planned on ignoring all save one.

“Capes have hoods. This is a Cloak." With that taken care of, he shifted to a deliberately mocking tone, so she could report as much to her superiors. "I am the Master of this sanctum, which stands as a bulwark against many threats, from this dimension and beyond. I think that you are merely one in a long line of velociraptors sent to test the fences here, which I find annoying, rather than threatening. What I can’t decide is whether you’re versed in the Mystic Arts. In any case, your playacting grows tiresome. I am not here to watch a middle school performance. The relic is a complication, but it’s not going to offer you any legitimacy.” He took a giant step toward her and ended up inches away, looking down into her wide, startled eyes. “Give up.”

“You think I’m a--” she blurted, eyes flitting from his face to the Eye of Agamotto on his chest, to his shoulders, and back up. “That explains a lot, actually. You know, I thought you were the actor? What with the whole…” Her cheeks flushed and her lips twitched to the side, her hands making an encompassing sort of gesture from head to toe. “But you’re saying this is, for lack of a better phrase, more Attack on New York stuff, not Broadway?”

“Broadway!” he objected, frowning. Stepping back would be giving ground, but not moving away was also dangerous. She was charismatic, this woman. Whoever had sent her had chosen well.

“There are very reputable plays on Broadway, you know,” Amy murmured. “Though the costuming…”

She made to step back but stumbled, and he once again hovered both hands out on either side of her upper arms, loathe to touch-- or so he told himself.

“Call off your rottweiler, or whatever you call it, will you?” she fumed. “I’m barely a week into my promotion and I like my job, something you clearly do not! I’d like to think I’ve been very patient with all this shit.”

At that, the Tsasilli of Semiramis shifted anew, releasing her ankle and growing again. This time, its colors bloomed, and it furled open, displaying one of the most beautiful combinations of fabric colors and patterning he’d ever seen.

It was almost like the damned thing’s version of puppy dog eyes.

“It’s called the Tsasilli of Semiramis, and I’m sorry to say, it seems to have imprinted on you. Evidence, I might add, of your lies. Relics would not choose someone without affinity to the Mystic Arts,” he said.

To his annoyance, she burst into laughter. “I’m sorry, I believe you about the whole mystic thing, I can’t not, right now, but--” Amy pulled out a cloth handkerchief from somewhere in her long sleeve and wiped her nose with it. “It’s really hard to take this all seriously when you can’t come up with a name that doesn’t literally have the word silly in it!”

“It’s Akkadian. Means ‘parasol,’” he gritted out. “It doesn’t much matter what you believe, Miss--” Stephen cut himself off. Her use of his name had knocked him off balance, but he felt strongly that if he used hers, he’d tip further. “You can’t leave with it, but I don’t think it’ll let you leave without some indication that you’ll return, which plays right into your hands, doesn’t it?”

“I’d certainly have considered paying Broadway ticket prices for such an experience, if I weren’t at risk of losing my job,” she shot back. “But, you know what? Here.”

Amy pulled open her raincoat and dug her fingers into the high collar of her vintage blouse, coming away with a chain which she followed to its clasp. Her movements were brisk and angry, and he saw that the chain held a locket of beautiful craftsmanship, obviously valuable. With a steely vulnerability, she pushed her open hand toward him, offering the locket.

“This means the world to me. More than anything else I own. Our office is closed tomorrow for pipework on our suite. I can come first thing in the morning, and we can work out whatever bullshit you need from me to prove that I am who I say I am. Until then, I’ll let you hold onto this.” She swallowed, her hand shaking. “But believe me, I know some pretty powerful people, and if you don’t give it back…”

“I don’t think you understand what’s at play, here--” Stephen began. His tone wasn’t as forceful as he’d have liked; her display was compelling, and he didn’t want to take something so valuable from her. He shouldn’t want anything from her.

Behind him, the Cloak floated up to clasp around his neck, tugging him toward her with the left-most corner swooping up to quite obviously caress Amy’s proffered hand. On the floor between them, the Babylonian relic fluttered open and closed twice, shifting its color to match the same silver tones as her locket.

“It seems that would be acceptable,” Stephen forced himself to say.

to be continued in 'Diminished Seventh'

[aetherblooms]

hii!!!! YVETTE IS SO PRETTY

for the ask game: 🍑💧🔮 🌸 (any voice headcanon :eyes: )

(@commander-winterberry)

🍑 Where is your OC’s favourite place to relax or calm down? Recount a story of their time spent in this place! What makes it so special to them?

I answered this question here!

💧What is the earliest memory your OC can recall? Do they know what their first words were or remember where they took their first steps? Do they have any mementos of their childhood they’ve kept such as a stuffed toy or tiny baby clothes?

The earliest memory they can recall is from their time in the Dream! Yvette and their brother, Lukas, fought the Shadow of the Dragon before their awakening. Even long after its defeat in the real world, they still have nightmares of it.

As for any mementos, they have quite a few tucked away.

A full, three-volume set of Elementary Elementalist: A Beginner's Guide to Spellcasting, a gift from Trahearne when he mentored them as a sapling. The books are well-loved: dog-eared, doodled on, underlined, and practically falling apart at the seams-- they don't have the heart to throw them away and, despite being a veritable master of elemental magic, Yvette still reads them from time to time.

They also have a very worn down ram plushie that they still sleep with: a first bloomsday present from their twin brother,

as well as the first gemstone they ever mined (a cat's eye),

and the first flower they ever picked (a snippet of bluebell, magically preserved).

🔮 Star gazing or cloud watching? Hand-holding or snuggles? Early mornings or late nights?

Yvette loves stargazing the most, although they are fond of cloud watching as well.

They much prefer snuggling over hand-holding! If they like you enough to snuggle with you, chances are they will stick to you like a burr.

And, surprisingly, they enjoy early mornings more than they do late nights, although it wins out only by a little bit. They enjoy the morning sun, and the quiet time they get to themselves; however, they'll only enjoy an early morning if it's on their terms. If someone wakes them up, that someone is likely to get hexed.

🌸What does your OC’s voice sound like? Their laugh? Are they good at singing? Do they have an accent?

My voiceclaim for Yvette is Robyn Addison (specifically I'm imagining her performance as Y'shtola from FFXIV.) This is my favorite example to bring up because its very yvettecore haha.

Yvette is calm and refined, perhaps a bit deadpan at times, and they're rather formal in their vocabulary. They like to project an air of elegance and dignity when they speak, but can often come off as haughty.

[helpmyinterestsareverywhere]

NINJAGO 15 DAYS OC DRAWING CHALLENGE: DAY 1!

(Say hello to little miss Poppy Hart - Elemental Master of 'Chaos'/The Pink Ninja)

Day 1: OC's favourite gi

Poppy really liked the gi from the Tournament of Elements, it was a nice change of pace and was pretty stylish in her opinion, though definitely prefers it without the mask. She just wishes she got to wear it during better circumstances :(

I wanted to join the lovely OC art challenge made by @daisy-artfield (which yes, I am infact pretty late but whoopsies) and so this is genuinely, the first actual drawing I've ever made of my OC! I've never had so much trouble trying to figure out how to draw clothes before, but I think the design I ended up on for the gi is good enough! (Also, the symbol she's wearing is just the letter 'P' in ninjargon because I couldn't remember what the other symbols stood for - I think to do with their elements? And frankly, don't particularly want to figure that out lmao) but anyway, here she is! I don't think i'll be able to do this day after day because damn, drawing is very time-consuming but whenever I feel like it, I'll draw her again because it's actually pretty fun!