#green with locs my beloved

[coulrozzgrub]

grass

[cvnt4him]

pssss pssss imagine riding our beloved Izu after a long day of work and noisy students while we hold him by his tie 😔

You got it nonnie/nonnette, can't believe hims a mf teacher. That shit pisses me off😒

This is really js porn w little to no plot 🥰👍🏽

You were in your kitchen making sure dinner was ready before your husband's arrival. You hummed to a little tune in your head as you put it in the slow cooker, letting it do it's own thing. Just as you were about to do whatever caught your attention the door swings open and a heavy sigh leaves the cause of it; your husband, izuku midoriya.

He looks tired and spent, you can only imagine what those kids must've put him through. The thought actually made you giggle but you'd keep that to yourself for now. You meet him at the door and wrap your arms around his larger figure, he hums into your warmth and absentmindedly buries his face in the crook of your neck.

Izukus arms snaked around your waist and pulled you closer, as close as possible. He didn't want to be away from you he wanted to assure you were as close as possible at all times. The hug went on for a while, just swaying and slow breathing coming from the both of you as you stood in your hallway.

Finally, izuku pulled away and was ready to face you. You look up to him with those same eyes he could always look so deep into without a doubt, the same eyes he loves to see on him, his body. A halfhearted smile found it's way onto his face as he leered down at you. You gave him a much wider smile and a soft little peck on his lips. They were soft and moist in some way, like he'd been wearing chapstick as he does.

You wrapped your arms around his thick neck and stare up at him lovingly, izuku just couldn't look away from you. Your smile, how his hands were on your body. It wasn't even sexual, he was just holding you by your waist and pulling you as close as possible. The intimacy you two shared was so romantic.

Izuku had gotten quite taller since his highschool years, he wasn't the tallest, no,, but he sure was bigger than you. He never stopped working out despite losing OFA, doing his little routine that he did to maintain OFA makes him still feel something he wished he could've done. It's hard to explain and if you asked him to he probably wouldn't but you completely understand.

"need’a lie down."

"yeah? you alright my love?"

He nods and lets go of you shuffling his heavy feet to your shared bedroom and soon enough you hear the shower start. the second he thought he was out of your view his held assed smile left his face. It hurt your heart that it felt like he was just portraying something for you, like he wasn't happy with you. It just ticked you off.

You give the food one last check to assure it'd be good for the next 30 minutes to an hour before rushing into the room after your forest green haired husband. You expected to see him lying down on the bed when you walked in, a confused look on your face until you heard the shower running. you quickly grab clothes and quietly twist the bathrooms door nob. Izuku doesn't really lock doors around your house and you like that, it's like sometimes he wants you to follow behind him. Regardless he knows you will, you always do.

You silently shut the door and set your clothes next to his towel, you shimmy your clothes off and quickly yank the curtains open only for him to slowly open his eyes and look at you, his wide eyes relaxed quite a lot as he had his head lowered underneath the spray of the shower. You watched his wet hair slightly curl and water droplets drip from the ends. Water kind of slid down his face, he wiped his face with his hand before looking you up and down and nodding towards the shower.

You give a slight tug of your lips upwards before getting inside, he turned you around so you were under the constant pressure of the shower your hair was in a bun and he fished his fingers through your locs and took the hair tie out, you felt the water run down your back and prickle and prod against your scalp. It was a soothing motion that you enjoyed feeling.

Izuku watched you closely with lidded eyes taking in the sight of you, water dripping and sliding down your chest and legs, it was kind of nice seeing you like this. Your eyes were shut and you sighed deeply through your nose before wrapping your arms around his wet shoulders once more.

Upon opening your eyes you see him staring directly at you, there was nothing behind his face, he was quite literally expressionless. It was kind of scary to see him like this, you could never tell what he was thinking. You gulp lightly as you look him in the eyes while he looks else where, his eyes were glued to your chest and the way your nipples budded up and how water dropped down from them.

Izuku trails his hands up the sides of your body making you jolt slightly, he moves in closer to your face, you can feel the way his hot breath fans over you. His hands find themselves at the sides of your chest he gently trickles his finger tips across the top part of your boobs, he drags them down and soon begins tweaking with your hardened nipples. Your eyes flutter as he stares directly into your eyes while gently twisting the hard nubs in-between his finger tips. izuku flicks them aswell causing you to jump and let a little squeak out, he loved that reaction.

Finally, he placed his lips onto yours inhaling deeply and shakily as he opens his mouth in the kiss, izuku let's out a muffled grunt while you accidently push your body against his, leaning into his touch. He then lets go of your nipples and pulled you closer to him by your hips, he ravished your body and tugs as your ass gently fondling and groping the plush fat behind you.

Izuku groans and hoists one of your thighs up he holds you close and assured that you don't slip or fall, squeezing at your thighs while his other hand held on closely to your ass. The kiss was sloppy and spit filled, your tongues swapping each others saliva smoothly. You let out little mewls while he absolutely devoured you, his tongue licked and swiped across yours and your lips occasionally, he was kind of an expert at this he'd never admit it thought he doesn't want you to see him as disgusting for knowing what he's doing despite the two do you being married.

His cock had quickly gotten hard against your pelvis and he grinded down into you, you could feel his sensitive top poking against you and you couldn't tell if it was his sticky pre or the shower wettening that spot. A muffled moan had came out once you grinded against up into him, his eyes rolled slightly and he felt weak in the knees.

Izuku broke the kiss panting heavily as he looked down at you, gently and slowly rocking his hips into you, his mouth was open while he caught his breath his eyes fluttered slightly while your bodies smashed together. Your thigh was still up on him while he grinded against you, your held on tightly to his shoulders, your nails digging into the tense flesh underneath your fingertips.

A choked out moan left his lips as he bit down hard on nothing, his jaw tensing and untensing every time he bit down. Izuku slightly grinded his teeth together, the friction was making his sensitive cock twitch against you, with no thought in mind he pulled away slightly just enough so he could see where the two of you nearly met. You were exactly getting anything out of his teenish grinding but it was hot to see your man aching and yearning for something. He seen as your slick kind of coated his upper thigh, a scoffs leaving him as he looked you deep in the eyes. His eyes were so dark and different than normal. Despite not being able to do what he's always wanted izuku had some pretty bright eyes, not just by the color but when he smiled or seen something he liked it was excited about they just seemed to glow. As of now they were dark, and deep with lust. It was always sexy to see him like this, moments before he loses control.

With no thought in mind izuku reached in between the little gap that was present between the two of you. Gently wrapping his thick fingers around his fat fucking cock. He pumped and stroked it lightly tugging at the heavy meat in his veiny hand. You didn't realize what he was doing until a grunt had been muffled by him crushing his teeth together, you tilted your head slightly confused, this time his eyes roll back and he bites his lip letting out a dramatic moan. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he looked back down at you.

Your eyes slowly moved down to where he was touching himself, tugging and gripping his cock he seemed to slightly speed up the pace while you looked it's like he got a kick out of you watching him touch his leaky cock. He slowed down again and rubbed his thumb across his spitting cock head, there was so much precum that escaped him. A whine left his lips as he looked down before looking back to you, your eyes glued on this dirty scene being played in front of you.

Izuku gently tapped his thumb against the slit letting you see how sticky the tip was and just how much precum was escaping, it slid down his cock and he angled it up so you could see it. It was so dirty, the fact he was just so willing to do this in front of you..

He had kept your thigh up while he stroked himself, he could tell you were getting tired from standing on one leg given how shaky you were beginning to be. He hummed at this before letting your leg down, you wobbled slightly as he pulled you into a quick kiss. Once pulled away he gently trailed his thumb up to your mouth and sat it on your lip, the precum still smeared across the pad of his thumb, he looked at you while your eyes looked between his thumb and his eyes. You batted your lashes before opening your mouth with your tongue stuck out.

He grinned and chuckled as he placed it inside and teased his thumb inside before letting you close your lips around it. You sucked intensely at his thumb and he felt your tongue lick and clean the pad of his thumb. It was enticing to say the least. The sucking reminded him of how you relentlessly sucked on his cock. You would always try so hard to get his fat veiny girth into your mouth, your lips cracking and burning. The thought alone had his cock twitch.

Izuku pulled his thumb out and grabbed ahold of both sides of your waist and quickly turned you around, he bent you over slightly and had you press your hands against the shower tiles, they were cold and unpleasant, you were praying that he didn't try to push your face or chest against it..

He looked down at your ass and gently had his large hands fondle and gently caressed them. Even when doing such dirty things izuku loved admiring your body before doing anything. He watched as you slightly leaned your ass back into his touch, the warm weight of his hands burning your ass. He smirked and quickly slapped the fat of your ass then gripped it harshly making you scream out and drop your head down. The harsh slap stung against your skin, you could still feel the way it left a burning sensation.

He parted your thighs trying to get past the fat of them and stuck his cock in between them. Izuku made sure his cock was directly underneath your twitching cunt, he felt the way your slick coated him. Without him telling you, you closed your thighs around his cock earning a hum from him.

With nothing left to be said or done he thrusted into your heat and pulled back, he pushed his cock against your slit once more before pulling back again. His motions were slow and smooth. Until they weren't, the feeling of your hot cunt against his cock and coating him in your arousal was just so fucking sexy to him. He thrusted harshly and gripped your ass hard.

Little mewls and whines left your mouth while his cock head kissed your clit time and time again. Each thrust his tip was met flush with your clit and rubbed it in the best way. He threw his head back and let the shower water fall onto his chest, the hot water sliding down his chest and going down to where his cock was.

Izuku groaned aloud sending shivers down your spine. He was always vocal in some way and the way his voice got deeper and lighter depending on what you were doing and how good he was feeling was just so sexy to you. You could tell he was getting close he leaned against you and laid his cheek on your back, his eyes squeezed shut as he hurriedly thrusted his hips against your ass, you pushed your ass back against him with threw off his movements, the unsteady rhythm angered him causing izuku to slap your ass again, not just once bht three times in the same spot. the intense pain that inflicted your skin made you cry out loudly, he then grabbed you by the mouth and shoved his fingers inside of your mouth, pulling at the side of your cheek.

"god.. fucking slut. shit—!"

Izuku was never this rough but for some reason he really needed this, and as much as you were against pain you wanted him to feel good in his oen way, if this was how then so be it.

Within a moment izukus hips slowed down and he let it a gutteral moan, the octave in his voice dropped and his head leaned back, he didn't know if it was the shower water or tears trickling down his cheeks but either way he was happy and in pure bliss. He hummed and shut his eyes before lying his head against your back and kissing up and down it as he pulled his cock from between your thighs.

"don't move."

He instructed as he crouched down, the shower water getting into his hair and slightly blocking his vision but regardless, he watched as his thick sticky gooey cum painted your thighs, there was just so much it started slowly sliding down. He hummed in content, satisfied with what he sees. His eyes then shoot to your sticky and throbbing cunt, how visibly it craved to be stuffed full, how he knows it yearns to have something buried inside if it and create a home inside. He seen that some of his cum also painted your slit, he was sure some of his cum probably even got inside. No matter though, he'd stuff you full sooner or later.

You looked so delicious to him. However being under his watchful gaze was embarrassing, you knew what he was doing and you didn't like it. Being watched wasn't exactly something you'd say you liked, whether it be by your husband or a complete stranger it still felt weird.

As you thought to yourself you were soon snapped out of your thoughts as he licked a long stripe from your clit to your fluttery hole. You shivered and let out a shaky moan, izuku hummed tasting his cum mixed with your seeping arousal. Izuku for some odd reason never had a problem with eating his own cum, especially if it was previously fucked inside if you.

Izuku stuck his tongue in your hole and let you grind back into his face, you whipped an arm around and grabbed ahold of his hair, a fistful at that. You pushed his head further into your cunt and grinded back into his face, his nose brushing against your clit and making a pitchy moan leave you. Your eyes rolled and your mind was going numb, no thoughts behind your expression.

He completely lets you take all the power in this moment. Letting you guide him, his face, his tongue to where you wanted him most. he greedily ate you like you were the most divine meal ever, and to him you were.

Moments later you were cumming on his tongue and nose, everywhere on his face and he obediently slurped it all up. Drinking down all of your arousal and cum, your slick painting his face. You let go of his hair and sighed deeply, your face was flushed against the no longer cold tiles of the shower, he looked up to you and seen your fucked out expression and smiled lovingly. He got up and pulled you into him, finally letting you two get a proper shower in.

You dried off in the bathroom and put your clothes on and did your nightly after shower routine as he lazily draped his shower over his crotch and left to grab clothes, because like the adorable idiot he was he didn't grab any. Once you were done you smiled at yourself in the mirror and turned the light off and went to go check the food.

"I mean I was using that but alright."

Izuku yells to you given you'd left the room, as you turn off the food you giggle to yourself and let the food cool down walking back to your room. You see as your bedside lamp was now on and izuku still couldn't find any clothes just wearing some all might boxers. These were the kind that you preferred, his face wasn't slapped on it, it just had his initials on the waistband. You hummed at the geeky boy in front of you and jumped into bed.

"dinners ready if you want to eat hun",

Izuku hums, letting you know that he acknowledged you and your words.

"are you gonna?"

You watched him closely, your eyes looking at his muscular body and took in the delicious sight. Soon though your eyes trailed down to his ass and thighs taking in how good he looked. It never came up before but if he asked you to you would definitely eat his ass. It was a thought you had anytime you looked at his ass and how perfect he was. It always made you laugh how he loved slapping it touching your ass but whenever you slapped his ass hed get all flustered and give you some kind of warning look.

His words fell into deaf ears as you were blind sighted by his rear, he turned around to see you staring his head slightly turns to the side like a puppy, his wide eyes searching your face for an answer. He blinked a couple of times before finally connecting the dots and seeing the way your eyes were glued, literally to his ass. He blushed and looked at you with a disappointed look.

Izuku turned around and leaned back against the dresser and cleared his thought, only then once he took away the delicious, mouth watering sight did you look up to him.

"huh?"

"were you seriously looking at my ass."

Izuku says all blushy and angry with you, you try to hold in your laugh covering your mouth with both of your hands. He sighs in disapproval and shakes his head walking towards you. You couldn't help but to let your laugh escape, your cheeks had started hurting from how much you watched to laugh and were smiling.

You fell back onto the bed laughing and squirming as he climbed onto you and pinned you down to the bed. You looked up to him with happy eyes, tears of joy threatened to fall. Izuku had a stupid smile on his face that made you smile even harder. He leaned down and kissed your lips passionately, you wrapped your arms around him as his hands roamed your body, he picked you up and flipped you both over in one swift motion, never breaking the kiss as he does so.

You pulled away and smiled at him, he looked up to you with loving eyes. There was so much said in your silence. You never needed to speak for either of you to know that you loved each other. You were just so comfortable with each other that the silence was never awkward.

Izukus happy expression soon changed. You seen as his beautiful eyes were taken over by something you'd seen before, quite recently infact, lust. You seen him bite his lip as he looked rather excited. Within a second you felt his chubby cock poking against you. Your mouth falls open as he just chuckled mischievously.

"you've got to be joking me."

"come on baby, you know what to do. You're my good girl, always doing what I need you to, hm.",

He muttered random things as he lifted his hips slightly up into you, you sighed in annoyance at the pervert underneath you. God he was so persuasive, he knew exactly what to do to get to you.

"this is the last time."

He simply chuckled and pulled your sleep shorts down along with your underwear. He tugged his cock out of his boxers and was quick to line himself up with you. Without a second thought he thrusted up into you. You both sigh and close your eyes. He leans his head back and holds onto your thighs.

You close your eyes and lean your head down, expecting him to thrust up into you like he did before. Instead you just felt his fat cock get bigger inside of you and slowly plug you deeper, it twitched inside of you making you shake at the sensitivity.

You both open your eyes and look at each other in confusion. Izuku looks you up and down and gently taps your thighs before placing his hands behind his head, lying on them, a smile becoming present on his face. You finally understand what he was doing.

"I'm sorry you want me to ride you? I thought you were going to fuck me.."

"why would I do that? You're straddling my lap. It takes more energy to try n’ do that when I can simply let you ride me to your heart's content. I know you want to."

Izuku blinks up at you with a smile and those precious puppy dog eyes, nodding his head towards you telling you to move. Your scoff and shake your head, you couldn't believe you let him talk you into riding him. You didn't want to do the work you wanted him to, he was the bastard that was horny all the time. Fucking perv.

With that being said you lift yourself up and slam yourself back down onto his cock, a groan instantly leaving him as his eyes roll up before coming back down to you. You bounce on his cock and squeeze your eyes shut, roughly throwing yourself up and down onto his thick cock that couldn't stand on its own, he was just so thick and heavy that the sheer weight of it made it flop down against him. Luckily he was buried inside of you, so now you could feel the thickness of him, that stretch that you fucked yourself past still being present. He knew you felt it and bit his lip thinking about it. He wanted you to fuck yourself dumb and him along with you.

"yeah.. just like that baby. God.."

Izukus hands went to your waist as he helps you bounce more on his cock. He needed so much more than you were giving him and you knew it. Why didn't he just do the work himself then. The thought alone had you frustrated, it made you start grinding down in him, jumling his cock and occasionally hopping on it.

"ohhh~ f- fuck yeah..~ ngh!—"

Izuku moaned like a slut. He wasn't ashamed either, he'd let you hear all of his pathetic mewly moans. How they'd end in whines and whimpers. The way you squeezed around his cock, your velvety walls contracting around his cock. Squeezing his shape deep into you, remembering his size weight and sheer girth.

He loved when your cunt made room for his thick cock, how it needed a while to get used to the stretch. How it let him bury his cock inside the warmth of it all, it was starting to burn. His cock was so slippery from your slick starting to coat him, he just moaned and rolled his eyes back helping you hop up and down on his cock.

"ahh~ fuck! fuck yes— god, o-.. oh my god. I'm.. I'm cum- ngh~ gna’.. fuck— "

He couldn't even get his sentence out before he started spitting his seed inside of you, long thick ropes of cum coating your walls. It started overflowing, per usge, he always came alot, there was always just so much it ended up spilling out, it dripped down his cock and onto his pelvis as you kept riding him, milking his cock for every last drop he could give.

Izuku whined in overstimulation, eyes watering and mouth hung open as he let his whines escape freely. He choked on his moans, hiccuping and groaning at the intense overstimulation. His cock was softening and still you ride his cock until you came, squeezing it tightly inside with a butt to your lip muffling you moan. You exhale deeply and quickly pull his cock and and lie on top of him, the cum that escaped you dropped out and onto his flaccid limp cock and his boxers.

Izuku was too tired to do anything luckily tomorrow was Saturday so he didn't need to worry much about anything he could spend the next two days resting in bed being lazy with you. The thought alone had his eyes fluttering shut, he held you tight and pulled the cover on top of you two. Letting slumber land take you both whole.

AN: this took like 2 n a half hours. Like actually crying. I enjoyed writing this alot!! I like that I'm getting back into the groove of writing!! It makes me really happy! I really want to write for HQ but I have NO thoughts at all whatsoever. Like nothing will come to mind 😞

[cor-lapis]

I decided to have a go at doing my own redesigns because these three are my favourites and I love them very much. further notes + sources under the readmore (warning: lots of text). I did my best with the research, but if there's anything I overlooked, I'd really appreciate people letting me know :)

Tighnari:

My main source for Tighnari was this excellent thread, from which I looked up each item of clothing individually. Since djellabas tend to be quite long, and Tighnari needs mobility for forest ranger activities, I figured he would cut and re-hem the lower half. He also has a lot of clothing pieces that are traditionally multicoloured, but to keep his design cohesive I decided to use the same colours across different items, but using a larger palette of colours than I would usually. I like the bright colours on him a lot though!

There are also some minor details I just changed because I wanted to. The flower on his chest is now a nilotpala lotus, because I thought it was nice to include his acension material/the material he asks you to help gather. The dirt stains/scuff marks are because rainforests are muddy and I wanted the design to emphasise Tighnari being very practical and hands-on with his work (see also, the specimen belt).

Finally, I shrunk the magnifying glass on his back (because I'm pretty sure it's meant to be his first magnifying glass toy and that thing is very large for a child to handle) and gave him an undercut because it seemed right. Also, I merged his front and back trailing cloths into a scarf type of thing that he could wrap around his nose and mouth to prevent inhaling spores from mushrooms.

Collei:

COLLEI my beloved. I had a mild nightmare trying to figure out a specific source culture for her design, but nobody seemed to know specifics and her outfit wasn't matching with any traditional dress I looked up, so in the end decided to keep the overall look the same. Just in case I assigned her something else, but then it turned out I missed her actual inspiration.

Anyway, I made her shoes simpler (no fur, heels, and open toes in the rainforest seemed reasonable to me), and gave her shorts. I liked the green colour because it's pretty unique under a dark dress, and pairs nicely with Nahida's white dress + green undersides. Amber's tie stays, but I made most of her jewellery smaller since it felt a little clunky for a trainee ranger.

Her earring and necklace(?) are allusions to the Evil Eye and the Khmissa/Hamsa, both symbols of protection. Especially considering the fact they're meant to ward off evil, and very common across multiple MENA cultures, it seemed fitting for Collei to have them. Also, she has Eleazar scars, and I used the design for her stockings as inspiration for the combination knee braces (similar to those used for arthritis, since Eleazar also causes stiff limbs and I HC that people affected would probably still need some recovery support)/knee pads (in the case of a fall). I like the idea that Kaveh would have helped make them for her (tangent but the fic Here is the House explores similar ideas; it's really really good, I heavily recommend it). Finally, she has curly hair because I thought it would be cute.

Cyno:

Here's the thread I found for Cyno. The main critique was to do with the eras from which each aspect of his clothing drew inspiration, but I admittedly wouldn't be able to do much about this without a lot of research. One thing I did try and verify was the small strip of cloth on the left of his chest, and I found a few wall murals where the people seem to be wearing similar strips of cloth? (example here; rightmost figure) Therefore, I didn't remove it, but if someone wants to explain Ancient Egyptian clothing history to me I'd be really interested to hear it 6.6

I might iterate on the design in the future, but for now the changes are mostly HC territory. Cyno wearing his hair in locs (a protective hairstyle) makes sense for someone who does a lot of hiking after rogue scholars, and I also gave him quite old and faded top surgery scars because healthcare is canonically free in Sumeru (thanks for that information, al-Haitham)(though tbf Cyno makes bank anyway). I also adjusted the colours a bit, since Genshin tends to use desaturated shades for metallic elements.

I also considered giving Cyno more scars, but figured that it could indicate Hermanubis' presence that someone you'd expect to get injured a lot is relatively scar-free (i.e. some sort of godly healing factor/resistance to damage). However, we know next to nothing about Hermanubis, so Cyno having a lot of scars also makes sense. This paragraph is mostly just a cry for help cyno story quest 2 literally any more elaboration about the nature of Hermanubis' pact and the Temple of Silence.

Conclusion

I wasn't intending to write one when I started the explanations but this got REALLY long so if you made it this far, thank you so so much ToT please check out the links; the threads especially were a great resource, and I'm grateful that people take the time to make them <3 genshin's character design department are cowards but I'm glad I learned some new things through the redesign process

[cyliph]

Post- Below Zero outfit concept

I wanted to make an outfit more befitting a maze-like homeworld. The PDA draws from locally available materials after all. I think this Robin is a bit more serious than what we see in SBZ.

Design Notes:

This outfit is designed with terrestrial travel in mind. While I do think a two-piece would be more practical, every subnautica protagonist and several NPCs wear a body suit. Being on an alien planet I feel she still prefers the practical safety a reinforced suit like this provides. Push comes to shove she can wear a tank and tie the upper portion around her waste.

Went with purple and green for two reasons: We see past Robin wearing purple, and they are Al-An’s colors (to imply his role in designing it).

Most promo art depicts Robin with her blue and red wetsuit which looks quite heroic and serves to illustrate her strong will. I think it’s fun to think of those colors as likewise symbolizing her conflicted relationship with her sister. Sam wears exclusively blue from what we see, Robin always strives to be her opposite. Red is the color of passion and aggression, a pretty fitting for the ideal Robin holds for herself as Sam’s opposite. Red is also the most notably characteristic of bird robins, which I think is just kind of cute.

In my headcanon purple symbolizes Robin when she’s at peace with herself. It’s a mix of red and blue, symbolizing that shes not as estranged from Sam as she sometimes believes. We see her wearing purple at her most comfortable in the picture with Augstrobite. A muted purple is also useful in showing a Robin that’s more reserved following the trauma of 4546B.

The diagonal lines also serve to reference her alliance with Al-an. Her most notable wetsuit is constructed with bold horizontal and vertical lines, very squarish. Diagonals better suit to illustrate a character that is “off-balance” so to speak. Being on an alien planet thousands of light years away from humans after losing possibly your only family member is probably enough to shake most people’s sense of balance.

I also think that because Robin kept her hair long during the events of 4546B that she probably just likes it long. Imagine how impractical it would be maintaining long hair on an oceanic planet for months on end. Not to mention, at least type 3 hair (Sam seems to have type 4, but it’s not exactly clear what type of hair Robin has. In game she either has braids or locs it’s hard to tell. Either way, not a low maintenance style.) I just think it’s a pretty good symbol of her character, I also think she would let it continue to grow during her time on 4546B and beyond. At some point it’d start getting in the way even in a ponytail. That’s why I think she would start putting it in a bun. A changing hairstyle as a symbol of a maturing character my beloved.

(It also gives me an excuse to draw her hair down in the future >:3c)

[sister-lucifer]

HEY, YOU

Yes, you!

Do YOU like the idea of a gay polyamorous romance taking place in a fantastical medieval setting?

then you might like my upcoming original written series, Royal Courting!

Featuring the following cast of characters:

Lucian Hensley

A fair skinned, pudgy baker standing at about 5’4 with hazel-green eyes and a thatch of dirty blond hair that falls in thick curls around his freckled face. He’s usually wearing his beloved handmade crocheted sweater, the same color as his eyes, despite the wear and tear it’s received over the years. Nothing he wears is particularly fancy, but it’s all very well loved and cared for.

Though he’s not ashamed of the weight he’s gained from the years of sampling his own baked goods, he’s easily flustered by any sort of comments on his physical appearance, regardless of how mild, possibly related to his gender identity as a transgender man. He’s humble and incredibly kind, sometimes to a fault. 

King Ambrose Verlice of Divestia

A dark skinned, slim man standing at about 5’7 with sharp brown eyes and a slightly effeminate nature about him. His dark hair is done together in thick locs so impossibly long they nearly brush the floor, decorated with gold cuffs and never less than perfectly maintained. He’s always wrapped in white and gold with jewelry to match. Any one of his outfits is worth more than every house Lucian has ever lived in combined.

He commands respect from all who lay eyes upon him, but knows how to use a gentle hand. It’s easy to get caught up in his flowery language, but beneath the purple prose and irresistible urge to flirt is a genuine heart of gold. 

Tobias Silva

A toned man of Colombian descent with tan skin standing at about 5’9, with brown eyes and curly brown hair that’s cut short and shaved underneath, but left longer on top, still allowing a few curly strands to fall over his face. He’s got a foxy way about him and always has a smug, closed-lipped grin on his face that makes his eyes crinkle at the corners and dimples form in his warm cheeks.

He tends to keep his armor rather minimal to maximize his speed, but he’s got daggers hidden just about everywhere one can hide daggers on their person. If he’s being quiet, he’s probably busy scheming with his colleague and friendly rival, Rex. 

Rex Theroux 

Rex is a tall, pale, transgender man standing at about 6’1 with downturned blue eyes and shoulder length, golden-blond hair that curls a bit at the ends and is usually drawn into a loose, low ponytail that often leaves strands hanging around the sides of his head. Contrary to Tobias, he keeps his muscular form clad in armor at all times.

He’s the stoic tank of the duo, and proud of it. He’s completely mute and has never spoken a word to Tobias nor his king, but communicates with both Divestian sign language and his own unique methods. The only time anyone even sees his mouth is when he eats, as it’s usually covered with a neck gaiter. The scars that litter his limbs and body show his impossible resilience, but no one has ever heard the stories behind them.

When Tobias and Rex stop in at Lucian’s humble bakery, they’re completely amazed both by what they taste, and the man they see behind the counter. When a batch of these baked goods reaches king Ambrose, he demands to see the wonderful artisan who created them, and Lucian’s simple life is thrown into a whirlwind when he receives an official summon from his majesty himself.

Are you interested? Stick around! Chapter one of Royal Courting: Summoned By The King is in progress now! You can find the Royal Courting masterlist (among others) in my pinned post!

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[lya-dustin]

Shock and Delight

Chapter 3

Eight moons and two weeks after the worst wedding Westeros had ever seen, Princess Aemma and her brother, Jacaerys, came into world ---and shocking it--- with their odd coloring.

Though not all twins are identical, this particular set put their paternity to doubt. A troubling thing made worse by Princess Rhaenyra’s new sworn shield, Ser Harwin Strong.

Princess Aemma had all the markings of her father’s seed while Jacaerys only seemed to have inherited his eyes, smile and agreeable nature, things some could attribute to his mother. Brown of hair and fair of skin, many wondered who his true sire had been and how did the princess manage to birth two children from two different men.

The answer is: she did not.

“Unless you count the men in the tapestries and the blood of Ser Joffrey still in my locs, I was the only man present at their conception.” Ser Laenor had been reported to have said when the whispers grew loud enough for the young couple to leave court with their newborn babes ---and Ser Harwin Strong--- for a spell.

Several maesters had recorded such a phenomenon amongst twins born since the creation of birth records ---also known as the stud books according to Mushroom--- at the Citadel. Before the royal twins were born, Larissa and Lianna Velayon had been born in such a manner, and before that Valaena and her twin sister, Valaera Velayon.

One black as the noble Valyrians of old and one white as the Westrosi maidens their fathers had wed ---or Targaryen in the case of Lady Valaena and her sister.

The culprit this time had been none other than the sharp-tongued widow of Prince Aemon the Heir, and Ser Laenor’s beloved grandmama, Lady Jocelyn Baratheon ---who like her nephew, Borros, had inherited the looks of House Durrandon.

Lady Jocelyn had not hesitated to send a portrait of her to Queen Alicent after having heard what she told Ser Laenor the day Prince Joffrey was born.

“They look like me, they are Velaryons just as I am and Targaryens just as my nephew’s sons are. May this portrait not let you forget that, Lady Alicent.” The dowager princess had written and ---according to the fool Mushroom--- demanded it be read to the entire court gathered with the queen at luncheon so all may hear the contempt with which it was written.

----Archmaester Gyldayn, The Princess and the Queen, or, the Blacks and the Greens

Mother , like most women blessed with twins, has always had that need to dress them in matching clothes. Or at least coordinating their colors so they complement each other.

Baela and Rhaena were not spared either, a comforting thing when she saw their presentation gowns had a Moondancer Green sash and a Morning Pink sash to tell the dresses apart. They had been made to go first by grandmother on the off chance of Baela escaping her quarry.

Despite what one would think, Rhaenys Targaryen had also fallen victim to the trend even when her own children were not born twins, but merely ten moons from each other. Every portrait of them had them wearing clothing that not only matched each other, but also matched that of their parents as well. Something mother adopted because it reminded her of how her own mother did the same.

Tonight Jace and Aemma wear Velaryon Blue with its silver and gold accents and garnets so it complements mother’s garnet colored dress. Baela and Rhaena wear red and pink as they play up the ‘what do you mean we aren’t identical?’ card to make their first real ball much more entertaining.

Aemma’s only consolation is that, at least, they were not wearing black. Mother did not like how the Morning Scandal said Visenya’s anointing looked like a funeral and conceded to wearing more colors.

The Greens, however, come into the party looking like frogs. Good looking frogs, but like an army of frogs, nonetheless. Even the livery of the servants was green. What a fucking nightmare.

“Are we in a party or a pond,” Aemma remarked uncomfortably noticing how green everything was.

As if to warn them that this was their territory and didn’t welcome interlopers.

As if Aemma wasn’t already nervous.

As flattering it is to be named the season’s most eligible maiden, it was concerning how suddenly every girl here was now truly seeing her as competition. A good season meant a good marriage and a good marriage meant life or death for a woman.

The scandal sheet had reported many ladies who had been left penniless, who were brought into sham marriages by men pretending to be Summer Island Princes and those having to have their dowries double or tripled to hide the bun in the oven.

No scandal sheet had included names before and certainly most had only printed things about those in mother’s faction, but at least the Morning Scandal was ruthless to both blacks and greens.

Aemma was dying to know how this fiasco looks in print.

When Alicent was newly married, Rhaenyra would curtsey, and both would laugh at the unnecessary formality. Alicent would use the word stepdaughter to tease her and both would still act as if nothing had changed.

That was until Ser Otto said it was disrespectful to the queen ---who was pregnant with Aegon--- and then Rhaenyra had to treat her best friend with the formality of her station.

After that their relationship cooled down and eventually broke beyond repair because Rhaenyra no longer trusted her.

Now Alicent had a glint of cruelty in her eyes as they curtsied to her for the second time today. She had had it when she named Aemma the Diamond of the Season.

Rhaenyra had some idea of what she had planned, but the Princess of Dragonstone has no idea what it is.

All Diamonds married someone Alicent picked out for them.

“Have you met my cousin, Ser Lyonel?��� the queen introduced the heir of the Hightower to them and Aemma’s smile grows tight.

Had her daughter expected the queen’s meddling as well? She was a sharp one. Her Aemma had all the makings of a good ruler even if she was a bit too enamored with the ideas coming from the free cities.

Pleasantries were exchanged and while Lyonel seems pleasant enough, he is still a Hightower.

They would be a good match. Otto won’t be able to call his banners if they have a better claim to back. Made no sense for Alicent to thrust him onto them when she stands to lose her only support.

“I have always admired your beauty, your highness, ever since we met at court when I was but a squire in my uncle’s service.” The man said with a charming smile and a practiced air. He had been six and ten then, complaining about being there and sent home because he was caught bedding a serving girl in the stables.

He would definitely not go on Rhaenyra’s list.

“And I was all but ten?” Aemma asked innocently, deep purple eyes shining without mischief thus making the entire thing even more believable.

She loved mummery, always participated in masques and plays put on by their court in Dragonstone. Rhaenyra wondered why she ever thought her sweet girl could not handle this viper’s pit.

The queen is not amused nor her cousin even as he asks for her first dances, but Aemond’s cannot seem to share their annoyance. He looks at her daughter with interest as Lyonel takes Aemma to the floor, as if he had been surprised to see she could use her innocent looks to push away unwanted suitors.

As if he knew he was the better man between him and his mother’s cousin.

“Do you dance, Prince Aemond?” Rhaenyra finds herself asking the younger brother she almost had tortured for hurting her children. He must hate her, she would if she had been in his position.

Mother’s ghost had been displeased with her when she was under all that milk of the poppy during the birth.  Perhaps now that her father is dying and her banishment removed, they can fix things and prevent a war.

Who knows, he might even prove all rumors wrong and be the perfect husband for her daughter.

“Not if I can help it.” He answered with a sharp edge that confirmed his feelings towards her. She knows she deserves his suspicion, but it still stings to know it has come to this.

No matter.

Rhaenyra has already gotten away with having two illegitimate children, fixing her relationships with her half-brothers ---she and Helaena never had any trouble--- and most importantly, their mother, will be a walk in the park.

His attraction to Aemma might be the first step down that path.

A/N: mixed race twins is a very real phenomenon where kids from the same parents are born one of each race(usually one black child and one white child)

Jocelyn Baratheon is very much alive in this universe because they need an Olenna Tyrell and no one can shut up the dowager princess of Dragonstone because she is essentially the only grandma Viserys' kids and Rhaenys' kids have.

And yes in my fics the Valyrians were/are black and the Targs lost their melanin by marrying andals.

[xylomilo]

Ninja Headcannons

Cole

Any pronouns

Demiromantic Bisexual with male lean

Afro-Latino with a little bit of French from great-grandfather

NU Goth

Collects records

Short butterfly locs

Booba 🤲🤲🤲

Will eat anything and everything if it doesn’t leave his mouth

PTSD from the fall in March of the Oni 🥰

After DotD, the others (and him) kept forgetting Cole isn’t a ghost anymore so they kept hitting him and he kept bumping into walls for a while

His mother would make cake from him when younger, thus why he loves it so much

Releases stress by training, baking cakes, or listening to music

Likes to study the meaning behind song lyrics

Jay

Demi-Boy

He/They

Bisexual

3/4 Korean 1/4 White (Libber was half white half Korean)

Portable charger that never runs out

“BRO HIS HEART STOPPED BEATING” Jay: “Let me try” ELECTROCUTES HIM

Southern accent that faded away over time

Scene kid in high school

Mythology nerd

Everyone bullies him for being part white

Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons fan

Refuses to download Twitter bc his fans scare the shit out of him

Audhd(?) (Autistic ADHD)

Kai

Trans

He/Him

Pansexual

Half Filipino Half Argentinian

Used to sacrifice a lot of things just to see Nya happy (cough cough Kenny McCormick cough cough)

Switched names with Nya one day and got hit by the transgender-fication ray

Constantly refers to Nya as “sis” because she used to be the only thing he had

Only good at forging magical weapons (the opposite of Karlof lmao)

Allergic to seafood but didn’t know until he was talking to the others like “yk it’s weird how fish makes my lips tingle” and they went 😟😟

Used to have nightmares the day his parents disappeared

Has accidentally made so many fires out the most random things

Every sea creature hates him

Dragons adore him and Oni loathe him

Lloyd

Trans, non-binary

He/They

Achillean AroAce spectrum

Vitiligo

Japanese with a bit of Chinese from grandma

AUTISTIC ADHD HAVER 🫵🫵🫵🫵

Has never seen any pictures of his grandmother, only heard vague stories

Lots of animals like him. Like a lot. Bro is followed by anything and everything when he goes to the park.

Seasonal allergies (FUCKING LOSER (im projecting))

Collector of books he will never read, physical and digital

Old dreamsmp fan- the others still make fun of him for it to this day

Sleeps in the most uncomfortable positions and places but is somehow fine

Lloyd wishes he had stayed in contact with Brad.

Had matching bracelets with Brad, but Lloyd doesn’t remember where he put it

Lloyd sometimes stalks Brad’s social media pages to see what he’s been up to, but is too scared to actually follow him back. When they do though, they find out Brad blocked them on everything the day after.

Post season 16, Lloyd became a pet sitter for a while. Imagine their surprise when the door opened and he was face-to-face with Brad. Lloyd quit the next day.

Nya

Trans

She/Her

Bisexual

Half Filipino Half Argentinian

Really observant

Knows what Kai did for her when they were younger and she feels awful about it

Can manipulate water in people but it’s hard to do

Couldn’t remember what her parents looked or sounded like until Season 7

Used to steal a lot when she was younger to help her brother

Every sea creature likes her

Dragons are terrified of her

Wakes up in a cold sweat when her older middle-child senses start tingling (Red Green Blue Ghost by beloved 🙏🙏)

Her and Morro got intense beef like fist fighting type (middle child stuff)

“Babe why is your mom hot” “Nya istfsm”

Zane

He/They/It

Pansexual

Vitiligo

African-American

AUTISTIC 🫵🫵

Used to overheat a lot pre season 4 but his ice powers cancelled it out

“Oh this media is nice” proceeds to research it for the next twelve hours (me)

JAZZ LIKER, GET HIS ASS

Gets treated like a brand new iPhone by Acronix 😭😭

Doesn’t need to charge, being near Jay Is enough 😭😭

Kenny McCormick by how many times he has died

“Don’t worry guys, I can fix this problem” pulls out gun

Wakes up in cold sweat “MY STUPID BITCH SENSES ARE TINGLING”

Their heart is made of ice, literally (their power core is made of blue crystal and chronosteel, which is how the old EM gave Zane their powers)

PIXAL

She/They/It

Unlabeled

African

Collects everything and anything

“Aw, this is too expensive!” … “Wait I’m rich.”

Only wears turtlenecks and plaid pants/skirts

Small rivalry with Nya because everything PIXAL creates, Nya has created before

A little bit insane

Zane: Would you still love me if I was a worm?

PIXAL: You already are

“Woah, they’re laser focused!” and PIXAL is listening to celebrity drama videos

Likes watching people argue on Samurai X’s gender/pronouns (thinks its funny)

Acts like schlatt sometimes

Has a habit of speaking in a monotone voice and is genuinely surprised when people think it’s being rude

Brutally honest 😭😭 Kai will say “does this make my ass look fat?” and PIXAL will respond with “the opposite, actually.”

[vacantvisage]

OC for DnD sketch, The King of Mires

My players are headed towards a swamp region where one of three vampire monarchies live. The marsh vampires are much more personable than the other two, and thus looked down on by the other two. Although they have a monarch by technicality, the title is granted through feats of glory, wit, and compromise to keep the safety and need of the people in capable hands.

The current King, Phairen Yugwai, is known to be pragmatic above all, ruthless when need be, but always puts his people first. He understands his leadership is important both practically and symbolically, thus he doesn’t rush into danger himself but does prefer to have audience whenever possible to the things he is meant to oversee. He is beloved by his people for the most part.

He wears black chitin armor and horned chitin crown, pearls adorn his shoulders, and strong dyed silk silk wrap his locs and arms. The chitin has a low iridescent green shimmer that compliments his black skin (a humanoid dark brown with red undertones). The dark green swamp waters and deep forest are beautifully lit by glowing white lotuses and yellow-green fireflies.

[turtlesaph]

Her Tears For This Kingdom:: Chapter 1

[Legend of Zelda Fanfic]

CHAPTER 1:: With Talon & Scale

Morning came faster than he would have liked. He reached out, stretching his limbs and arching his back. He pushed himself from his awkward and slightly uncomfortable bed as he cracked his neck. The air smelled nice! Like frying fish and roasted mushrooms. His tongue flicked out to run along the edge of his beak as he quickly got prepared for the day.

He was a massive Rito with a long wingspan, standing at around seven foot two. He had sharp pale blue eyes while the feathers adorning his body went from white, grey, black and various shades of blue such as around his 'fingers', back, torso, shoulders and a few other places. His face was a soft white that then dips to the back to a deep blue. His 'clothes', however, were a different matter entirely. He wore a light gray chest guard that covered his front to his waist, various sashes adorning his hips, light shoulder guards with sashes there as well as a matching scarf. The sashes were various shades of blue with white.

He could see that Sediia, his beloved mate, was tending to the fire as well as roasting a meal for them. At this point in time Loculi the Rito did not have children. Eventually they'd have a whole clutch of little rascals but for the time being his priority was to his people. After all, he was their Chieftain.

"Good morning, Loc." His mate's soothing soft voice giggled as she turned her head, peering over at him. He met her green eyes with his own pale blue orbs and smiled at her.

Sediia was his polar. Where he was tall and bulky she was shorter and more lean with pale pink and white feathers (the occasional black here and there), her 'fingers' a soft aqua blue. She usually wore a brown front guard and a matching aqua blue thin scarf around her neck. Her long hair trailed down her back. Her face was much like his with white but her white covered her cheeks and dipped towards the back of her head. The upper half of her head and face were that same pale pink. Her head came up to about his chest.

"Good morning, my love." He paused, stepping closer to inspect what she was cooking. "Hearty Salmon with Hearty Truffle?" He inhaled deeply, detecting some of the herbs she used with it. "Oooh, with Swift Violet?" He rubbed his hands together with a grin. "You spoil me!"

She giggled at him before turning her head back towards the pan. "Do you mind bringing me some when it's finished? I'll be down with the children near the bridges." She nodded to him and so Loculi pressed a quick kiss to the side of her head before turning to walk towards the stairs that led down into the rest of the village.

Rather than fly down he'd walk as it gave him time to greet the various Ritos he passed such as the shopkeeper Linerd.

Just as he reached the last step and could see the children up ahead running around each other a lone Rito swooped down and landed just before him, crouching down before his Chieftain. "Sir, news from the east."

"What news do you bring?" Loculi's voice turned serious as he shifted on his talons, eyeing the Rito scout before him.

This scout was Jeriko, the son of the shopkeeper. The proud Rito had white and soft green feathers adorning his much smaller agile frame. He wore a red scarf around his neck, a brown front guard and red wrappings around his right leg, a bow strung across his shoulder. His soft green eyes peered up at Loculi and his beak showed the deep frown of concentration the Rito wore.

"The Gerudo King of the Desert has arrived at Hyrule Castle, sir, and seems to be trying to forge an alliance with the Hylian Court. Upon my flight I counted his accompaniment of 15 Gerudo guards. However.. I noticed a second grouping that was a day's travel behind. It was hard to count their number accurately but I'd guesstimate roughly 30. I couldn't get close enough to evaluate to whom each was but from the weapon at the hip of the Gerudo on the front horse I surmise they're being led by the king's second in command."

That was news indeed! Wow! A lot to take in. Loculi lifted his left hand and rubbed the feathered appendage against his beak in thought.

"The second grouping should be reaching the castle in a few hours time. Should I return to continue my scouting, sir?" Jeriko's sharp eyes were studying Loc's face carefully, waiting for orders from his Chieftain.

What he wasn't expecting was for Loculi to shake his head. "No. I actually require your presence elsewhere."

The smaller Rito blinked up at him, tilting his head to one side in confusion. "Another task, sir?"

Loculi smiled mischievously before motioning for the Rito to stand. He stepped past the green Rito and gestured towards the children. "I need you to help them with their flight lessons today." He could feel the immediate exhaustion of the scout who grumbled at his side. "Now, now, it's easy! These little ones can already fly a bit, they're just having difficulty with banking properly."

"Of course, sir, I'll tend to them." Jeriko bowed his head in acknowledgement before trotting off towards the children.

The Chieftain felt another presence at his back and turned to see the smiling face of his beloved who was offering him a meal wrapped securely in a container as she had suspected he would need it to go. "Your lunch, sweetheart." In her other hand was his bow.

He often wielded this mighty bow that was a present from the Royal Hylian Family some time ago; it was a Royal Guard's Bow but the deep grey major parts on it have since been painted a brilliant blue while the red middle section was changed to a soft cream color. The lighter grey parts remained the same but the deep black towards the end was now white.

"You always seem to know when I must leave to tend to important matters, my love!" He leaned down to peck her on the cheek affectionately, nipping at the feathers there lovingly. She chuckled as he took the meal from her. He secured it using the clip his lover gave him, securing it to the sash at his waist. He'd done this numerous times, it wouldn't fall off.

"Of course!" She said with a bit of sass as she playfully swatted his broad chest. "Do give my regards to the Zora when you get there!"

He blinked at her, again startled by how she seemed to know his moves. "How did you know I was going to head to the Zora Domain?" His speechlessness was present in his soft tone in that instance.

"I may or may not have overheard your conversation with Jeriko; good boy that one. And I guessed from there that you'd run off to go gossip with that guard friend of yours and even the young prince." At her words he puffed out his chest and huffed a little. No, they didn't gossip! She poked his chest in that moment, causing him to deflate. "Tell them I say hi. Don't forget that, please." She then turned before he could retort and walked off.

The nerve on that woman! He smiled before turning to peer up at the sky. Well, he did need to meet with the Zora King regarding some matters of trade so he could indeed talk with the two she mentioned. He crouched before manipulating the air to boost him high into the sky. He angled his flight path towards Zora Domain.

-x-

Another grueling day, exhaustion vibrating along his frame like he was a coiled spring. He peered over the edge of the waterfall, the reservoir spread out behind him. He heaved a sigh before attaching his trident to his back, taking several steps back. He inhaled and then exhaled slowly before running towards the side and jumping. He sailed down the tall waterfall, seeing the water coming closer and closer as he fell so gracefully. He prepared for the splash, thinning his body like a professional diver before hitting the water, going deep before coming back out to break the surface.

He swam towards the ladder before heading up to the landing and then made his way up to the place where the royals frequented. While normally his majesty King Alvio II would be seated in the water pool near the center back it was actually empty but standing nearby were three people; Princess Ulu, Prince Meki her younger brother and the Zora Royal Guard Dalomon who was reminiscent of an Orca but in Zora form.

Princess Ulu and her brother were near physical twins. Unlike their father they were both pale white however Ulu had a soft purple touch to the ruffles along points of her body with pale golden eyes. Her brother, on the other hand, had grey trimming rather than purple with brighter golden eyes. They both were shark-like. Despite Meki being younger he still towered over his sister by several inches and sometimes this was a point of contention between the two.

"Ero, Ero!" He could hear the princess call out to him as she was the first to notice his approaching presence. She flashed him a brilliant smile that softened his cold heart. She was the only one he really felt nervous around.

Dalomon turned and grinned at him. The guard was a towering Orca Zora that was black and white. He had various scars crisscrossing along his skin, showing the numerous scuffles and fights the warrior had been in. His eyes were a deep brown with a hint of amber and he carried with him a Traditional Royal Guard trident as well as a sword tucked into the sash at his hip.

Out of the group Dal was the tallest; he was 8'1, Ero was around 7'8, Meki was 6'4 and poor Ulu was only 5'5. Of course she'd grow a little more with time but she was still small.

"Finally you return from your rounds! How is the reservoir?" Dalomon chimed in with humor dripping off him like honey.

"There's a crack on one of the back waterfalls, it needs to be patched up. I did a rough fix but it'll only last a few hours, can you have someone sent to tend to it?" Ero rubbed his hands together, trying to dry them a little faster.

Dalomon nodded to him as he excused himself to get someone for that very task.

This left Ero with the royal siblings. "How are your lessons?" He turned his white pupils toward Ulu who blushed when he looked at her. It was no secret that she fancied him. Goddesses sake, her brother was constantly trying to nudge the two together as problematic as that was.

Ulu seemed hesitant to answer as she looked away sheepishly, her pale blue eyes flickering back and forth from the ground to the sky. "Very well.." She replied in a meek voice.

"Princess Ulu.." At his tone she turned her head towards him bashfully. "Chin up, speak clearly, do so with purpose. You may be Queen one day and you'll very much need to learn how to be confident. Come now, act as your mother."

She slowly nodded before shifting on her feet. "Y-yes, I'll work on that." She said softly before pausing and then repeated herself a little louder. "I'll be more clear."

Ero nodded to the young princess and smiled softly at her. "I expect great things of you, my princess."

"Your majesties!" A sharp voice called out in a pant, causing the trio to turn towards the direction. They moved towards the stairs to see a Zora Guard standing beside a tall white and blue Rito that they all recognized. The Rito was scanning the area before his eyes caught sight of the trio and that silly beak grinned. "The Rito Chieftain has come seeking your audience!"

"Y-yes, send him up!" Ulu's voice called out, a bit unsteady but she was trying to be more assertive. A good and healthy step, after all one day she would be leading the Zora.

Soon enough the massive Rito was strolling up to them, adjusting his bow on his back before he unclipped the little box at his hip. He held it up towards the trio. "I brought Sediia's cooking, interested in sharing it with me while we discuss some things? She sends her regards, as well, knew I was coming over."

Meki smiled at the Rito. The four went down beneath the throne into the communal pools and picked the one closest to the back to lounge in. The three Zora all relaxed in it against the edge near where Loculi sat with his talons dipped into the water. He undid the seal on the box and used his claws to cut the cooked fish into four pieces before handing them to each present.

"So how come you came all the way out there? Don't you have younglings to be teaching the grace that is flight?" Ero asked, studying his old friend. The two had met so long ago during trade agreements between the Rito and the Zora, long before Loculi became the Chieftain, when he was a wee little bird. At that time Ero had not yet found his footing into being the king's personal guard.

Loculi blinked rapidly at him with his somber pale blue eyes before narrowing them at him. "I come with intel you'll want to know." He bit into the fish piece he had, savoring the taste for a moment before swallowing it. "A scout that came from Hyrule Castle brought news, just before I made this trip, about the Gerudo King. Yes, you know the one-" He pointedly looked at Meki who was scowling as he was trying to recall, the young prince wasn't too particular about keeping up with who and where of matters.

"Oh? The Gerudo King?" This topic caught Ero's attention and he focused all his attention on the Rito. The young king was already making a name for himself and it was carefully dipping into a bad one.

Loculi nodded his feathered head as he bit into a mushroom. "Mhm-" He swallowed the piece whole. "-my scout says he had arrived at Hyrule Castle yesterday with 15 guards, seeking to forge alliances. He also said there was a second grouping a day behind, which that one should have arrived at the castle by now, roughly 30 in their entourage, led by the young king's second in command."

When Ulu spoke up the trio all looked at her with wide eyes for she was not one to say such; "Is it wrong that.. I always get chills when he's around? Almost like when he looks at me he wants to flay me.."

"You're not the only one, princess. Those methodical cold golden eyes always unnerved me." Loculi shook himself, ruffling his feathers before crossing a leg over the other.

"You're telling me you don't SWOON in his presence, princess?" Ero's tone was playful as he flicked his gaze towards the young princess, mouth split into a grin to reveal pointed teeth.

She shivered while Loculi lifted a feathered hand to his forehead, leaning back dramatically as he rolled his eyes.

The group laughed at this but oddly enough Meki was disturbingly quiet, his skin a little flushed. Loculi actually noticed this before Ero and commented on it; "Are you alright, your majesty?"

At his title the young prince snapped out of it, lifting his eyes as he had sunk a bit into the water. He pushed himself up, folding his arms atop the edge and leaned his chin against them. "I'm worried. Are you all not?" He pointedly looked between them, his eyes glistening with several emotions.

"Why? I just thought it was interesting to learn. The Gerudo's have been secluded in the desert with their skirmishes and drama-" The Rito tried to explain but Meki's face turned hard and serious, losing its deep concern.

"That's just it." The prince said, causing them to blink at him at what he was trying to say. "The Gerudo RARELY leave their desert, even less so for their leadership whether it be a chief or this king. Why now? Why seek alliances now?"

Ulu and Ero shared a look before she dipped down into the water for a moment.

Loculi frowned at him, tilting his head before swirling his hands into the water to rinse them off. The water was constantly cycled and cleaned so it wouldn't harm the communal pool. He then ran his hands through the feathers of his head, smoothing them back as water dripped down the sides of his face. "I don't see the problem here. He wants to actually have good connections with the other leaders. That's good! We should be commending him. At least he's trying to improve things for his people. Living in the desert must be difficult."

"I just suddenly have a really bad feeling.." Meki grumbled as he looked away.

Loculi closed his box as he noticed the food was all eaten and sealed it carefully before adjusting the feathers on his left arm, preening them with his beak as Ulu came back up from the water.

"Ero!" A sharp voice called and the group all turned to see the guard Dalomon padding up to them. "The section you mentioned has been patched." However his next words startled all of them. "Sir, some of our troops along the northern border between us and the Elden Region seem to be missing. We can't find scale or fin of them." He paused scratching his chin in thought. "Oh, the name slipped my brain, around the Cephla Lake."

Meki sighed before he pushed himself up and out of the water, padding over towards Dalomon. "I'll head there to investigate along with some guards." He smiled at his companions. "Please, enjoy our Rito friend's presence." He bowed his head before walking off with the much taller guard than him.

Ero and Loculi shared a look. That didn't sound good.

[floof-ghostie]

The Wandering hero: Longdread

Name: Aaron Tucker

Race: Black

Pronouns: He/Him

Main base of operations: (Formerly) California, (Currently) Japan

Former Hero School: The Long Beach Academy of Heroics

Type of Hero: Neighborhood/Underground (travels around the world on more stealth based missions)

Age: 43

Status: Alive

Height: 6'4

Quirk: Long Locks

Quirk Rundown: Aaron can grow his locs to any length he wishes, and revert them back to their original length. His locs are relatively strong, though they still can be cut. His quirk gives him a natural biotin deficiency, so he must take biotin supplements and eat foods that are rich in biotin, so his quirk can function to its fullest capacity.

Personality: Aaron is a calm and quiet man, with a very snarky and sarcastic sense of humor. He has been said to be intimidating, mainly for his serious and cool demeanor. When he's around close family and friends, however, he has been known to smile and talk more. The death of his wife impacted Aaron's mental health immensely, and while he is getting mental help so he can continue to be a good father and hero, Norah's death still haunts him, as he still feels like he could have done something to prevent it. Though Aaron isn't as much of a tech nerd as his daughter, he still wants her to follow her dreams, as he wants her to have a happy and stable future.

Appearance: Aaron has golden brown skin, a long, slim face, dark brown eyes, and a short beard. His hair naturally forms in locs, due to his quirk. When he was in high school, his locs stopped just below his shoulders, but now they fall to his tailbone. His eyelashes are very long and thick, a side effect of his quirk. Aaron is very tall, with long legs and arms, and he has a very slim and toned build. He has a permanent frown. He has been regarded as very handsome.

Costume: Aaron's costume is a simple, sleeveless, dark green bodysuit, with padding along his thighs, simple black combat boots, and a mask that covers the top half of his face. He wears his locs down. In the winter, he wears a warm army jacket, though he still complains of the cold. He wields twin khopeshes, as well as several smoke bombs and flash grenades.

When Aaron is relaxing at home, his locs are usually pulled in a large bun, tied with a scarf.

Family:

Norah Tucker (nee Walker) Wife

Bonnie Tucker: Daughter

Umar Tucker: Brother

Vera Tucker: Sister-in-Law

Dani Tucker: Nephew

Eloise Tucker: Niece

Unnamed Parents

@kadestown @calciumcryptid @elflynns-horde-of-stuff @obsxdiannn @flynns-eyeliner-my-beloved and @insomniac-jay I know you wanted to know more about Longdread, and I've been meaning to write his character description.

[viiisenyas]

OC Aesthetic !!

With my beloved Val

Thank you @oxygenforthewicked for the tag!

Rules: BOLD what applies to your muse. Repost, don’t reblog.

BODY

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Small breast. Average breast. Big breast. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Narrow shoulders. Broad shoulders. Average shoulders. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

HEIGHT

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scars. Birthmarks.

EYES

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Violet. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Narrow. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

HAIR

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Afro. Jaw length. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Past hip-length. Buzz cut. Under cut. Bald. Weave. Hair extensions. Mohawk. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Faux locs. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Dyed. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

TATTOOS / PIERCINGS

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. One tattoo. Face tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple (vallaslin). No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercings. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Top of the ear. Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretches out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

COSMETICS

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Rarely wears make-up.

SCENT

Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain.

CLOTHES

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/Form-fitting dress. Cardigans. Tunic. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Leather jacket. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Waistcoat. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers/Boxer-Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Light colors. White. Black. Dark colors. Fur/Fauxfur. Revealing clothing. Heavy armor. Medium armor. Light Armor.

SHOES

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes.

[nose235678]

So, I’m really late to the party on this one...

Turns out, through all this time that I’ve been putting off my writing, because I was unable to properly envision my OC’s appearances in my head, I never knew about a little website by the name of picrew.me. It has changed the game...

What the hell, right? I just went on TikTok today and saw people posting with the available character creators and I felt like an idiot for two reasons:

Because I’m a writer, not an artist. I’m too impatient to sit for that long to draw out as many characters as I need to for my main original novels or the occasional fan fiction I write to test out new OC’s personalities.

Because I grew up playing “dress-up” games like every other member of my 2000’s baby generation (I’m 20) and I never for a moment thought of trying to find a program that might be able to do my art for me for free (not that I don’t support people going to freelance artists, I intend to seek one out for book covers soon, but I just lack the budget to get portraits done for the number of characters I have).

So, what the hell is wrong with me, right?

I’ve been wasting all of this time struggling with what I couldn’t see and now...? I’m writing more than ever and I’m not confused! It’s a huge weight off my shoulders and I finally intend to share a few of my creations to show off some of the different art styles offered by the selection of character customization programs...

My first example is Persephone from my latest endeavor into writing an X-Men story.

She’s a young mutant who was born into a Jewish family with the power to control and manipulate plant life. However, this ability didn’t develop until she turned ten and ran away from the hand of a violent father and straight into the care of a marooned alien. One we all know and love, Groot who crash landed on Earth (an event that will eventually lead him to Rocket in the years to come, but for now this moment is set before X-Men: Days of Future Past. Before Magneto’s speech is given on tv and life changes for mutants forever).

With the help of her mutation, she’s able to hide Groot’s true identity as an extraterrestrial. Claiming upon her arrival to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters that she made him by accident when her mutant-phobic father raised a bat in hand to kill the "abomination" he'd brought into the world. Not that it was entirely a lie, she could replenish and understand him through her abilities. And we all know how protective our beloved seven foot tall tree monster can be of small, mostly defenseless, screaming creatures.

As for the details of her abilities, they follow thusly:

Her canine teeth are elongated and incredibly strong along with the rest of her chompers as her mutation affects her metabolism and she needs to eat a large amount of heavy protein to maintain her strength, meaning beef, chicken, eggs, fish, etc. She identifies as a carnivore, because eating uncooked veggies can get a little awkward when she can hear the cherry tomatoes in her salad talking. Asking not to be eaten. As a result, she takes classes and puts herself in charge of planning meals/grocery shopping for the team. She’d rather die than eat unseasoned food.

Her hair grows like a weed and resembles the color to boot. Flowing in lengths of green, but it changes with the seasons. Going from lime green in the spring, to emerald in the summer, red, yellow and chestnut in the fall and in the winter...seasonal depression kicks in with a force to turn her flowing tresses black as potting soil. This however can be treated with her depression through the use of stimulants, mood stabilizers and a cubic butt-load of coffee, because just like pine trees, her internal biome loves acidic foods.

Though, because of its composition and advanced growth rate, she keeps her hair teased neatly into locs and can be often found preening herself whenever she’s not grooming every last sprout and bud in the Manor’s greenhouse where she lives with Groot to keep him company. And depending on her mood, her hair can sprout flowers based on whatever she’s feeling. Anger will sprout a crown of thorns, heartbreak grows anemones and intense love could cause whole bushels of forget-me-nots to bloom in their mesmerizing blues and violets.

And who do they bloom for? For the very first time after years of attending Xavier’s school? After being kidnapped by and defeating Apocalypse? Saving Warren/Angel’s life...? Why of course it would be one Mr. Kurt Wagner, fresh out of the circus who would take one look at her green hair with freckled, clay-colored and his blue features would go straight to purple after the fight in realizing that he wasn’t alone. There were other mutants out there in the world who looked different and Percy...? She was nothing short of her namesake. A true Spring goddess who melted the moment he wandered lost into her green house and wasn’t afraid of Groot. Even after the giant tree tossed the boy across the room like a rag doll, thinking he was attempting to sneak up on his little green-thumbed friend...

Needless to say, they would hit it off, despite a few trials given the disapproval of her new best friend, Warren who was still bitter about Kurt accidentally burning his wings during the cage fight. Though, with the new, fluffy white ones that Percy would help him grow with a special herbal brew...? After the X-Men agreed to take him in an hide him from his family...? He really had no right to complain...

And you never know...maybe one day because of them, a new generation of X-Men might come into the world...

I was able to come up with all of this story because of Picrew, so if you’re struggling like I often do, why not give it a try? It’s totally free and even fun if that’s your sorta thing. So, feel free to let me know if any of you want me to show off anymore of my OC’s sometime. I’d be happy to oblige...

[toonatic92]

(TW/CW: Blood, gore)

[Image description: A colour digital drawing of the Father, a middle-aged Black man with grey locs dyed gold at the tips. He is wearing a cream sweater vest, white dress shirt, gold glasses, brown trousers and white socks. He is floating in mid-air in a sitting position with his legs folded up. Behind him, there are red and blue veins and a green leafy vine that turns pink and veiny when it wraps around his blood-covered arm. In front of him, there is a book about plants, a quill pen dripping blood, several loose pages with diagrams of human flesh/plant hybrids, several bloody severed body parts: a hand, an eyeball, some teeth and an ear with its bones pulled out, several bloodstained tools: a pair of gardening gloves, a gardening fork, a scalpel, a pair of scissors and a leather and mother-of-pearl tool case.]

This is a companion piece to The Child. The Father is the other main character of my horror game. He dies sometime before the start of the game, but his ghost remains as part of the computer system that controls his beloved greenhouse.

He is a significant and oppressive presence in the Child's life even after his death. He's one forcing them to continue his life's work, murdering people to harvest body parts for his twisted creations. He barks orders at the Child through a tablet computer that doubles as a monitor for the greenhouse. In the game, he acts as your guide to the mechanics of the mini-games that make up the gameplay, guiding you through murdering someone, extracting body parts, making the flowers and then getting rid of the evidence.

You can also talk to him in the downtime between murders, but his conversation style leaves a lot to be desired. He has far too much enthusiasm for his work and too little regard for his child, and he isn't shy about expressing it, making him very unpleasant to talk to. Certain conversations can even lead to very bad ends if the Child doesn't do what he wants...

He's been doing this for a very long time, since the Child was very young. He's been experimenting with his flowers and carefully planning murders, suffering through dead ends, failed experiments and mistakes to get as good as he is now. He's not going to let all that effort go to waste and his dream die through your incompetence or indecision. If you let him down, you won't live to regret it...

Medium: MS Paint

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[shiftingpath]

To My Exalted Secret Santa

A Solar, a Lunar, and a Dragon-Blood behind the cut:

1) Ledaal Manus, the Hand of Towersong, Twilight Caste Solar

Manus is a beautiful, delicate-looking young man, impossibly young for his position controlling the Clockwork Empire, a Solar kingdom stretching across the North. Manus is dedicated to being whatever his Circle needs; scholar, spy, tactician, diplomat, prophet, but his real skill is in management, changing the flow of entire economies with the flick of his brush. The enemies of Towersong are beginning to consider Manus the most dangerous of his Circle for his subtlety, adaptability, and ruthlessness.

Manus is of average height, slim and pretty. His skin is pale and his hair white, kept in a short ponytail or braid just a bit longer than his shoulders. He wears oval-shaped spectacles, and his remaining natural eye is ice blue. The other one is glass set with aquamarine in the shape of a broken hourglass. Occasionally when trying to appear intentionally intimidating he'll wear an eyepatch, but he is very vain about his appearance and prefers to come off flawlessly pretty.

His upbringing as a Dynast is no longer very evident in his fashion sense, which leans more towards the (Viking) style of nearby Karn, but he does still like the high collars. Manus tries never to show more skin than his face whenever possible. He loves purple and charcoal, and wears gold to match his Queen. In addition to his northern adventurer look, he loves jewellery and always wears a gold circlet on his brow and a gear ring nailed through his finger, as well as plenty of other necklaces and rings that he changes out as the mood suits. Though they're usually hidden, he also has a brand around his bicep of a chain sealed with a crown, and a bioluminescent tattoo around one wrist that looks like a glowing blue string of beads.

His beloved sword Silver Riddle is a long thin moonsilver daiklave, with tiny starmetal strands etched up the blade. He used to wear his hair in a signature long white-blue braid to his knees, but when Ligier cut it off Manus instead fixed it to his sword like a long tassel. His other common artifacts are a blue jade chain shirt and one of a pair of matched assassin's blades, his showing a brilliant orichalcum sun in a blue jade sky. He also wears a black jade badge with the mons of House Ledaal.

Manus is a Solar Circle sorcerer, absolutely chock full of weird magic, a hint of necromancy, and just a whole load of bizarre clock-themed eerieness. He is a prophet who can pull the stars from the sky, a sorcerer who can stop time and walk unseen through it, a warden of Towersong's memory able to strip entire experiences from the minds of the public if he deems it too secret or too horrific, an arcane link to Autochthon himself. If you make it clock-themed it is probably appropriate.

Manus is distant, cool, and very polite. In combat he is a noble defender, pleased to act as assistant to his Dawn Caste best friend. In diplomacy he is ambitious and shrewd, and will make allies of nearly anyone with his willingness to bargain and deal. In home life he is deeply respectful of his father and spouse, still trying to be the perfect Realm son and husband. The world perceives him as a spider sitting behind his desk, controlling the North, and in his dreams, he walks strange roads lit in blue-green, patrolling alone among the frozen, sleeping citizens of his home.

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2) The Ninth Hand, No Moon Octopus Lunar Ninth Hand is a vengeful sorcerer, eager to cut down the Realm and its monsters wherever they encounter it. They are a consummate shapeshifter, discarding forms with no sentimentality and rarely considering any shape "their own", having long since happily forgotten the details of the shape they were born to. However, over time they have refined their preferences, and when they appear "as themself" to another, the forms they invent for it will usually have some overlapping common traits.

In a "true" form, they usually appear very tall and slim, with long fingers. Their appearance of androgyny varies widely, though they often appear with a flat chest. Their skin is a deep black with underlying blue tones, covered with patterns of multicoloured dots rippling across their flesh at random, their subconscious octopus nature trying to camouflage them into the background. Their moonsilver tattoos appear like transluscent silver scarves, caught with stars, weaving in twirls and loops across their face and down their limbs. Several large hearthstones are set into their skin. In their forehead, an opal. Between their collarbones, a cloudy grey gem with a black swirl deep inside. On one arm, just below the shoulder, is a translucent grey stone and on the other, a translucent black one. The most important of these turns all water nearby them an inky black, and another causes tendrils of dark water to form out of their anima, able to pickpocket or open doors for them and so on.

They usually appear with a shaved or hairless head, though if they appear with hair, it's natural, strong and curly, styled into shaved-side mohawks of locs or beaded braids pulled back. Their eyes are usually either a eerie warm silver or a brown so dark as to appear black. When wanting to appear extra spooky they'll make their sclera black as well. They can shift their clothes as effortlessly as their body, so their disguises are easy and appropriate. When appearing as themself, they wear coils of long violet sashes swooped loosely around their chest and arms, and soft loose pants easy to move in. They wear a black cuff around each wrist, and a gold bracelet around one wrist and one ankle. They never wear shoes.

Their beastman form makes them even taller, with unusually long arms and fingers. They have four or six arms, and their Tell becomes much more pronounced, constant camouflaging patterns emerging and disappearing. They like to pose their extra arms in artistic, occult fashions while using one set as the “working pair”.

Ninth Hand carries one artifact, the Grasping Claw of the Nemesis, a sorcerer's staff appearing like a single long thin band of moonsilver twisted like a ribbon. It's topped with a sharp obsidian claw with three prongs, which when used to clutch at an arcane link to a person, makes it easier to cast spells of darkness and hatred upon them. Hand likes to use it primarily on other sorcerers, whom they regard with a jealous rage.

Ninth Hand is cool and distant by nature, and speaks in an oblique, formal way. They are a cunning planner, cautious and suspicious, sitting back and observing long before taking action. They have nothing but disdain and disgust for the rich and idle, especially Dynasts. However, they are relatively warm and protective of the working class, slaves and sex workers, and servants of all stripes, having come from a similar background and never forgetting the exhaustion and indignity of it. They are also fond of younger Lunars and are happy to lend them aid and advice in their personal goals, with no need for favours or payment. They are often found still as a statue, sitting cross-legged on the ground with a wide bowl on their lap full of burning herbs, witnessing visions of the future as they inhale the smoke.

Ninth Hand's favourite spells are Death of Obsidian Butterflies, Impenetrable Veil of Night, and Insidious Tendrils of Hate. Their anima appears like silver tentacles shifting in and out of view as if a cloud passed in front of them. Twisting tendrils are revealed, grasping exotic and glimmering gems sparkling with power. 

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3) Ledaal Zyden, Fire Aspected Dragon-Blood Some of you may remember Zyden. This is a new Zyden! We relaunched his campaign from the ground up!

Zyden is a quietly troubled young man fresh out of the House of Bells, a gruelling experience that has left him bitter and disillusioned. His natural hunger to help and support others was nearly extinguished, and he still has long periods feeling like a guttering flame. He is friendly and open with nearly everyone, and his feeling like he should hear them out has led to him befriending mortal children, Lintha reavers, and even Anathema. At school he specialized in solo spear fighting, and his skill at it has let him outfight even Dragon-Bloods years older than him. He loves fighting, and knowing he's doing the right thing defending villages of mortals or ostracized outcastes gives him a heart and intensity he lacks in defending himself. His time travelling in the West has led to him picking up all sorts of skills unbecoming for a Dynastic Dragon-Blood; cooking, sailing, playing the tin whistle. He takes immense joy in them and truly loves cooking for others.

He has already been contacted by three Sidereals, curious to observe and guide him, for they believe that against all expectation and likelihood, he may be the inheritor of a grand and important destiny that would set him head and shoulders above his Dragon-Blooded kin in achievements. But destiny is a fickle thing, and they have not told him what it might involve. Zyden's fate has been cast in the air, and even Heaven doesn't yet know where it will land.

Zyden is quite tall, with pale skin that sunburns easily. His eyes are icy blue and his hair is white, flickering like flames. He is always warm to the touch, and water evaporates off him quickly. His "good clothes", as he thinks of them, are a grey silk shirt with a high collar, a pair of soft trousers similar to martial training gear, and a pair of boots with upturned toes. He has a lot of trouble forcing himself to do up his collar the entire way, and it's often open a button or two. The clothes he prefers to wear sailing alongside Coral crews are a loose white shirt and grey-blue trousers, going barefoot whenever possible. Around his waist he wears a blue and yellow sash he was given from a local in the Neck, and around his neck he wears a string with a large shark tooth. When he is most content, he'll sometimes tuck a tropical flower in his hair, which are almost always, coincidentally, blue.

He currently wields two artifacts- Saltspray Exorcist, a black jade guan dao famous in his family for its specialty against ghosts and the undead, and the Uniform of the Vigilant Watchman, a blue jade reinforced buff jacket. Exorcist is a tall spear with a long slashing head of black jade, a white silk tassel dangling from it. The haft is decorated with gold studs, with a gold cap on the end. His buff jacket is dark blue, with smooth plates of bright blue jade. It has a wide collar and is decorated with gold embroidery of a flaming sun emerging from dragon-scale clouds.

His anima is a brilliant-burning four-pointed star of white fire with a blue core.

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[sister-lucifer]

can you tell us more about "guards x peasant x king" one? 👀

AAAAAA I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD ASK ABOUT THIS!! this is actually my own original story with original characters!!

basically lucian is the best baker in his little village of alton, but he’s very humble about it. despite this, when some nobles traveling through stop at his bakery, word of his amazing skill travels back to king ambrose, who sends his guards rex and tobias to fetch the little baker.

when ambrose lays eyes on lucian, a bit roughed up from being eagerly retrieved by the guards, he falls in love a bit. ambrose wants what he wants when he wants it, and how he wants lucian.

it’s a mlm polyamorous relationship between two guards, a king, and a peasant. there will be multiple chapters and an overarching story but for now it’s just fun medieval gay sex

you can see the character descriptions below!!: ⬇️

Lucian Hensley

A fair skinned, pudgy baker standing at about 5’4 with hazel-green eyes and a thatch of dirty blond hair that falls in thick curls around his freckled face. He’s usually wearing his beloved handmade crocheted sweater, the same color as his eyes, despite the wear and tear it’s received over the years. Nothing he wears is particularly fancy, but it’s all very well loved and cared for. Though he’s not ashamed of the weight he’s gained from the years of sampling his own baked goods, he’s easily flustered by any sort of comments on his physical appearance, regardless of how mild, possibly related to his gender identity as a transgender man.

King Ambrose Verlice of Divestia

A dark skinned, slim man standing at about 5’7 with sharp brown eyes and a slightly effeminate nature about him. His dark hair is done together in thick locs so impossibly long they nearly brush the floor, decorated with gold cuffs and always beyond well maintained. He’s always wrapped in white and gold with jewelry to match. Any one of his outfits is worth more than every house Lucian has ever lived in combined. He commands respect from all who lay eyes upon him, but knows how to use a gentle hand.

Tobias Silva

A toned man of Colombian descent with tan skin standing at about 5’9, with brown eyes and curly brown hair that’s cut short and shaved underneath, but left longer on top, still allowing a few curly strands to fall over his face. He’s got a foxy way about him and always has a smug, closed-lipped grin on his face that makes his eyes crinkle at the corners and dimples form in his warm cheeks. He tends to keep his armor rather minimal to maximize his speed, but he’s got daggers hidden just about everywhere one can hide daggers on their person. If he’s being quiet, he’s probably busy scheming with his colleague and friendly rival, Rex. 

Rex Theroux 

Rex is a tall, pale, transgender man standing at about 6’1 with downturned blue eyes and shoulder length, golden-blond hair that curls a bit at the ends and is usually drawn into a loose, low ponytail that often leaves strands hanging around the sides of his head. Contrary to Tobias, he keeps his muscular form clad in armor at all times. He’s the stoic tank of the duo, and proud of it. He’s completely mute and has never spoken a word to Tobias nor his king, but communicates with both Divestian sign language and his own unique methods. The only time anyone even sees his mouth is when he eats, as it’s usually covered with a neck gaiter. The scars that litter his limbs and body show his impossible resilience, but no one has ever heard the stories behind them.

i’m very very excited to be doing something original !!! hopefully i’ll be able to get some eyes on it:]

i also don’t have a name for this series yet so any ideas are appreciated

[if you wanna see more ideas like this you can find the list here]

[lya-dustin]

Since 12 of you have voted on inserting an Olenna into Hotd

Here is the introduction of Lady Jocelyn Baratheon, dowager Princess of Dragonstone, into Gyldayn's book, the Princess and the Queen.

Eight moons and two weeks after the worst wedding Westeros had ever seen, Princess Aemma and her brother, Jacaerys, came into world ---and shocking it--- with their odd coloring.

Though not all twins are identical, this particular set put their paternity to doubt. A troubling thing made worse by Princess Rhaenyra’s new sworn shield, Ser Harwin Strong.

Princess Aemma had all the markings of her father’s seed while Jacaerys only seemed to have inherited his eyes, smile and agreeable nature, things some could attribute to his mother. Brown of hair and fair of skin, many wondered who his true sire had been and how did the princess manage to birth two children from two different men.

The answer is: she did not.

“Unless you count the men in the tapestries and the blood of Ser Joffrey still in my locs, I was the only man present at their conception.” Ser Laenor had been reported to have said when the whispers grew loud enough for the young couple to leave court with their newborn babes ---and Ser Harwin Strong--- for a spell.

Several maesters had recorded such a phenomenon amongst twins born since the creation of birth records ---also known as the stud books according to Mushroom--- at the Citadel. Before the royal twins were born, Larissa and Lianna Velayon had been born in such a manner, and before that Valaena and her twin sister, Valaera Velayon.

One black as the noble Valyrians of old and one white as the Westrosi maidens their fathers had wed ---or Targaryen in the case of Lady Valaena and her sister.

The culprit this time had been none other than the sharp-tongued widow of Prince Aemon the Heir, and Ser Laenor’s beloved grandmama, Lady Jocelyn Baratheon ---who like her nephew, Borros, had inherited the looks of House Durrandon.

Lady Jocelyn had not hesitated to send a portrait of her to Queen Alicent after having heard what she told Ser Laenor the day Prince Joffrey was born.

“They look like me, they are Velaryons just as I am and Targaryens just as my nephew’s sons are. May this portrait not let you forget that, Lady Alicent.” The dowager princess had written and ---according to the fool Mushroom--- demanded it be read to the entire court gathered with the queen at luncheon so all may hear the contempt with which it was written.

----Archmaester Gyldayn, The Princess and the Queen, or, the Blacks and the Greens

A/N: Luke and Joffrey are still Harwin’s sons, Jocelyn Baratheon however is still 1001% committed to protecting Laenor’s adoptive sons.

I am stuck on something on Cupid Kills with Arrows (the queen charlotte! Au)and my new wip, Shock and Delight (aka the Bridgerton!au)