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velarisnightsky444 · 6 days ago

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Scorched Shadows: Part 12

Eris x Azriel's Sister OC

Summary: Estella is the younger sister of Azriel. Like her older brother, she is a shadowsinger and spymaster for the Night Court. When she meets Eris, she initially despises him, but after a bargain is made between them, and they are stuck Under the Mountain together, things begin heating up.

CW: Overprotective brother, smut, degradation, impact play

A/N: I'm well aware it has been forever, I promise I am going to do better, I've just been very busy. I am going through and editing some stuff in past chapters, and I am adding in the fact that they can talk to each other through the bond.

Word Count: 1895

Series Masterlist

Part 11 || Part 13(upcoming)

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Estella sometimes visited Eris late at night when she couldn't sleep. She only did this when she could sense his thoughts buzzing around in his restless head, and she knew he was also awake. She didn't disrupt him when he was sleeping peacefully, though that was rare.

She would hide her dagger beneath her skirts, throw a shawl over her shoulders, and pinch her cheeks to add color before leaving. She didn't want him to see her looking entirely exhausted.

The stroll down the corridors was anything but peaceful, especially at night. But she couldn't winnow without her shadows, and flying would only bring attention to herself.

But she had a weapon, and she was ready to strike. She never did see that male again, the one she stabbed in the face. She still wasn't sure why she panicked so much when she had spent centuries doing the same thing.

Maybe it was the implication of what he had wanted to do to her, whereas the males she had killed in the past had been assigned to her. They were not after her directly, not until she began targeting them.

But Eris had been a comfort. He had held her all night, which had surprised them both, it seemed. Since then, he had become softer with her. She found that she didn't mind that.

Estella liked seeing his softer side. She felt special like she was the only one that got to see him that way. Then, she would scold herself for feeling like that. He was a Vanserra, for Cauldron's sake. She wasn't allowed to feel that way.

"Estella," the voice said, causing her to freeze. Her eyes jumped from the tile in front of her to the source of the sound.

Rhys stood with his brows furrowed, taking her in. He was looking worse every time she saw him. His skin had gone pale, his face gaunt, and he'd lost a significant amount of weight and muscle. His violet eyes had lost the life they used to have in them.

"What are you doing down here?" he asked her, his voice quieter than usual.

"I couldn't sleep," Estella said honestly. "I needed to go for a walk; get my mind off things."

"In this part of the Mountain? At this time of night?" he doubted, raising a brow. She shrugged, doing everything she could not to crumble under his assessing gaze.

"It's not as cold out here as it is in my bedroom," she said quietly, staring at the floor.

"You have a fireplace," he reminded her.

Her head snapped up, and she shot him a look, one that reminded him she would not touch a fireplace with a ten-foot pole. His gaze softened just slightly.

"Let's go back to your room," he decided. "I'll light the fire for you."

"Rhys, I'm fine," she insisted, glancing at the path she was taking to Eris's room.

"We're going back to your room, Stella," he repeated in a way that let her know he wasn't asking.

She didn't argue; she just followed him as he took hold of her arm and led her the opposite way from where she was heading. She grumbled to herself, irritated at her brother's constant, overprotective antics.

She felt a shiver go through her body when she returned to her bedroom. It was utterly freezing in her quarters, and she knew Amarantha did that purposefully.

Estella sat on the bed, wrapping the shawl tighter around her shoulders. Rhys went to the fireplace, kneeling before it. She watched as he placed a few pieces of wood in it and lit the fire.

"Thank you," she said softly.

He nodded, getting to his feet. He came over to her, ruffling her hair affectionately.

"I love you, little shadow," he said.

Estella smiled softly, knowing it didn't reach her eyes. Rhys leaned down and kissed the top of her head, then left her alone, wrapped in her shawl and shivering.

Even with the fire going, she couldn't sleep. The cold was bitter, and even though she was Illyrian, she was sensitive to it. She remembered being a little girl in that cell and how cold it was. She would curl up in her brother's arms, her entire body trembling, trying to stay warm. It was never any use. The rags they wore were always ripped, short-sleeved, and made of thin material.

"Are you still awake?" Estella asked Eris through the bond, hating that she was craving his comfort. It took a moment for his reply to come through, but it did.

"Yes. Where are you? I thought you were on your way."

He sounded irritated, making her roll her eyes, but she answered anyway. "Rhys found me in the corridors, and he made me go back to my room."

"How old does he think you are?"

"I'll never be older than six to him. You'll have to come here."

"I wasn't planning on leaving my room tonight," he drawled.

"Too bad," Estella responded. "Get over here as soon as you can."

Eris didn't argue with that, though his side of the bond went silent. She spent the next ten minutes wondering if he would show at all. She didn't want to beg, but she certainly wasn't above it.

However, she found that there was no need for that when her door opened. Eris looked tired, and Estella didn't blame him. She knew he hadn't been sleeping lately. Neither of them had. It was hard in a place like the Mountain.

"It's freezing in here," he murmured as he closed the door behind him.

He glanced at the flickering fire, waving his hand. The flames leaped higher and glowed brighter, making Estella flinch. "It's fine. It'll warm up the room faster."

"I want you to warm me up," Estella hinted, sitting up and letting her shawl drop from her shoulders. A smirk fell upon his features, one that made her want him even more.

He stepped over to her bed in very few strides, crawling on top of the girl. She laid back down, smiling as he hovered over her, his hands on either side of her head.

His lips met her jaw, peppering kisses, leaving her sighing softly beneath him. He trailed down her neck slowly, stopping in her most sensitive spots to suck just slightly, leaving her with marks she knew she would spend the next week concealing.

His teeth closed around the strap of her dress, pulling it down from her shoulder to her arm. She helped him get the dress off her, but it wasn't much of a struggle.

When she was bare beneath him, he sat up, fumbling with his belt as he pulled his cock out of his pants. It was rare that he fully undressed during sex or took his shirt off at all, but she never commented on it.

He slid a hand down to her core first, rubbing tight circles on her clit with his thumb as he slipped two fingers inside of her. She groaned, biting her lip and squeezing her eyes shut.

"Ready for me so early?" he teased, commenting on the wetness he had found waiting for him. She nodded. "Such a desperate slut."

Her core clenched at the words, and he pressed one more kiss to her neck before wrapping his arms around her shoulders and flipping her around so she was on top.

"Sit up and ride me," he instructed. "If you want it to bad, take it yourself.”

Estella pushed herself up, hands braced on his chest, to a sitting position. She took his perfect cock in her hands, pumping it a few times, delighting in the way it twitched in her palm.

He groaned as she lowered her cunt to him, very slowly sliding down onto his cock. She whimpered at the slight pain she always felt when he bottomed out.

Estella began riding him, her pace slow at first so she could get used to the fullness—the pain. He grasped her hair in his hand, pulling it forcefully. She whined, staring at the ceiling as her head was forced back, their pace speeding up.

His other hand came down hard on her ass, a smack sounding through the room. She cried out, more in pleasure than pain, her hand reaching down to rub her clit. He smacked her rear once again, and she knew there'd be marks in the morning.

“Harder, Eris," Estella moaned out, desperate amid her pleasure.

His hips began jutting up to meet hers, and the smacks to her ass sped up, getting harsher each time.

"You like that, you filthy whore?" he snarled. She could only nod, tears welling in her eyes. "Use your words."

"Yes, I like that, Eris," Estella gasped out, voice breaking between moans.

He let go of her hair, though a stinging sensation remained at her scalp. He gripped her breasts in his hands, squeezing and kneading them in a way that made her wild.

Eris loved her breasts, which had been evident since their first time. He often took his time with them, teasing, pinching, and squeezing.

Estella was getting close, but she needed something more, something she hadn't craved in centuries. She craned her head up, forcing herself to meet his eyes in her pleasure.

"Touch my wings," Estella gasped out.

"What?" he asked through his pants.

"My wings," she repeated, grabbing his wrist.

She guided his hand directly to that perfect spot on her wing, demonstrating how to touch it.

"Rub small circles," she managed, her eyes squeezing shut at the sensation.

He obeyed, rubbing circles on her wing, gentle at first.

"Harder."

He took her command, his movements quickening as he pressed harder on the spot.

"Oh, Gods," Estella cried out, bouncing on his cock, throwing her head back. She hadn't ever felt pleasure so intense. "Please, may I cum?"

“Now?"

“Yes, now, please," she begged. "I can't hold it back."

“Cum, then," he allowed, and she thanked the Cauldron that he was feeling gracious today.

Estella cried out, cumming harder than she ever had, her core clenching around his cock. The feeling sent him over the edge, and not long after, he released inside of the girl.

She collapsed on top of him the moment she came down from her heavenly high, fingers clenching his shoulders as her body shuddered from the aftershocks. He was so warm.

"Your wings, huh?" he teased softly into her ear.

"It's an Illyrian thing," Estella explained through labored breaths.

"Why have you never told me that?" he wondered, quirking a brow. "I've never seen you cum like that before."

"I've only ever let one other male do that," Estella said, rolling off of him and settling under her blanket, still naked. "It's not something I usually allow."

The first male she'd ever slept with, her first love, Marcus, had been the one to introduce this concept to her. But after he'd broken her heart, she didn't want any males doing it again. Eris, however, was different.

“What makes me so special?" Eris asked her as he tucked his cock back into his pants.

"I'm not sure," Estella answered honestly. "It just felt right at the moment."

"Can you cum from your wings alone?" he interrogated.

"No," she answered, shaking her head. "There needs to be another form of stimulation."

"Oh, I will have fun with this," he smirked.

Estella flushed a deep red, almost regretting giving him this information. Almost.

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phoward89 · 11 months ago

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Jealous!Coryo x Reader, Odair!Ancestor x Reader.

WARNING ⚠️ Coriolanus Snow is a warning in and of itself. That man is a walking blood red flag waving heavily in the wind! engagement (not reader), smut, infidelity, love triangle, manipulation, stalking?, gaslighting, fluff, Head Gamemaker!Coryo, District 4 Cruise Ship Heir!Odair OC. DarkCoriolanus, Jealous!Coriolanus

Chapter 2:

While Coriolanus is in his office, high up on the top floor of the Citadel, raging and having an internal meltdown about your relationship, you’re walking down a crowded downtown sidewalk, hand in hand with Odysseus. The two of you were heading to a cafe near the office for lunch.

“I'll cook you dinner tonight. How does that sound for a third date?” The bronze-haired man offered, his smile full of sunshine and dimples. Odysseus' smile was contagious: you couldn't help, but to smile widely back at him.

“Last time I had a man cook for me I was 18.” You honestly admitted as a fleeting memory of Coriolanus, all skin and bones, stirring a pot of cabbage popped into your mind.

“I know that it's rude to ask a woman her age, but I must know, how old are you?”

“I’m not offended, Odysseus.” You assured him before revealing your age. “I'm 24, by the way.”

Leaning in, as if he was going to tell you a big secret, he smiled- large and scandalously, and revealed, “I'm 28.” Bumping your shoulder lightly with his, Odysseus teasingly chuckled, “Guess it's time for me to bust out the wheelchair since I'm the Old Man of the Sea in this relationship and you're the youthful mermaid.”

You let out a laugh, a genuine laugh, at your boyfriend's words. You've only known him for a day, but so far he's proven to be nothing, but respectful and kind. He's unlike anyone you've ever met before.

Odysseus was very bubbly and it was refreshing. After being with someone so cold and calloused for so long, being with a warm soul was like a breath of fresh air.

“I don't know much about such things. Is it something common to District 4?”

Odysseus nodded, only to say. “The Old Man of the Sea is the water god, Triton.” instead of leaving it there, he decided to explain the legend of the sea god to you. “He's very wise and it's said that if you can manage to capture him and hold on as he changes into many forms that he can answer any questions that you have, about anything at all.”

“Had anyone ever caught him?” You curiously asked as the cafe came into view.

“Some claim to have caught him, no one really pays them any mind, now do they?” He chuckled.

Odysseus' smile brightly widened as he animatedly explained the lore of mermaids to you, “And a mermaid, according to folklore, is a mythological water spirit that's the most beautiful siren of a woman on the top half, while having a fish tail instead of legs for the bottom half.” Coming to a stop at the cafe, he held the door open for you while continuing his sea creature lecture with, “They can both wreak havoc by causing shipwrecks and can be benevolent by granting boons; some even forgo their own mermen and fall in love with human men.”

Guiding you to one of the bistro tables (since the cafe was on of those seat yourself and someone will be with you in a moment type places), he told you with a faraway look in his sea-green eyes. “My Pops says that my Ma was so beautiful that he's positive that she was a mermaid who struck a deal to gain human form.”

From the way his voice slightly quaked while mentioning his mother, you knew that she was most likely dead. How did you know? Because Coriolanus’ voice did the same thing if and when he ever mentioned his late mother (which was rare and far in-between).

“How old were you when she passed, if you don't mind me asking?” You tentatively asked, knowing that it might be a touchy subject, while taking your.seat at a windowside Odysseus brought you to.

“I don't mind you asking, honey.” The bronze haired man assured you, taking his seat across from you at the table. Grabbing the menus from the display rack on the edge table, near the window, and handing one over to you, he simply said, “I was about 9.” Opening his menu, he sadly explained, “There was a hurricane in 4 that completely flattened the beach side community her family's house was at. Even tho she was a strong swimmer, she drowned.” Staring a hole into his menu, he bitterly spat, “President Ravinstill refused to send help or aid, or to even evacuate that part of District 4 because Panem was in the early days of the war.”

“You and Poseidon were here, in the Capitol, while she was trapped in 4.” You concluded while scanning your own menu.

“Yes, that's how I ended up living a privileged life in Capitol City while my mother and her family’s beach house was swept off of its foundation; lost to the depths of Davy Jones' locker.”

“My father was an officer in 12 during the war. His commander helped him smuggle my mother, older brother, and me here, to the Capitol, during the Dark Days.”

“He was found swinging in the trees outside of 12 with General Snow, wasn't he?”

“Yea.” You nodded, only to change the subject by announcing what you thought looked appetizing on the menu.

Coriolanus was barely holding it together whenever he walked into his penthouse. As he went to hang up his coat and place his leather briefcase on the side table by the coat rack, he felt his Grandma'am’s eyes on him.

Her stare was scrutinizing, making him feel as if he was a little boy again- getting scolded. He hates that feeling. The feeling of not being perfect, of failing. He strives to be the best, at everything he does, so Grandma'am staring him down with thoughts of shame unnerved him.

Grandma'am didn't have to say it, he just knew that she was disappointed in him. But why? He's successful as the Head Gamemaker, he's going to announce his run for Senate, and he's engaged to be married to a young lady from a very prestigious banking family. He's well on his way to success.

On his way to becoming the President of Panem in a few years time. Something that Grandma'am has always wanted for Coriolanus. Shouldn't she be proud of him, not staring him down with shame?

“How have I disappointed you, Grandma’am?” Coriolanus asked the old woman, keeping his voice cold and even, as he shrugged out of his favorite maroon trench coat; hanging it up on the corner rack after placing his briefcase on the nearby sphere shaped side table. Made out of mahogany, of course. Only the best for the Snow family.

Which is why you feel like you're not a fixture in the penthouse anymore. You're not good enough to be a part of the Snow family; to be with Coriolanus. There's something better out there for him, but you've come to accept it and move on.

Coriolanus hasn't moved on, but he won't allow himself to admit that he's fucking up his life by listening to Strabo Plinth when it came to the affairs of his heart. Oh, yes, that's right, the platinum blonde man turned into a cold creature that destroyed his own heart; refuses to acknowledge love. All he knows now is hate, indifference, and lust.

Truthfully, he's in denial when it comes to you and his feelings. He just chalks it up to being possessive and lustful over you, but honestly it's love. A dark, twisted take on love since he's a broken man and doesn't know how to love, but it's love none the less that he feels for you.

“Your father would be ashamed of you, Coriolanus. I know that I am; so is your cousin, Tigris.” The white haired woman, dressed in all her fineries, told her grandson. “Most of all, your mother would be heartbroken knowing that her son turned his back on the love of his life.”

Grandma'am’s words cut Coriolanus deep as he walked over to the sitting area in the main room. Her words cut so deep, it felt like a long double edged sword piercing through the spot where his black, cold, dead heart is locked up in his chest.

His jaw clenched painfully as he stormed gracefully, thanks to his long legs, over to the open sitting chair across from his Grandma’am. He felt his soul bleeding in his chest as he sat down. The old Snow family matriarch’s words burned Coriolanus worse than if he bathed in gasoline and lit himself on fire with a match.

But Coriolanus Snow’s a very proud man; he won't admit that Grandma'am's words hurt him. That they rang true; made his conscious berate him. Made him feel a pang of self loathing and guilt.

No…

Coriolanus will act like he didn't do anything wrong, even tho he did.

“I didn't turn my back on the love of my life because I don't have one.” Coriolanus denied in a flat out lie.

Lie, lie, lie!

You're the love of his life and he knows it, but he's just too goddamn afraid to admit it. So fucking scared of being hurt, used, manipulated, and weakened by love. He’d rather deny his feelings for you then face them.

Coriolanus can face anything headon, except for his feelings. The man didn't do feelings. And that was such a shame, because he truly did love you.

Too bad he was too focused on his political ambitions; couldn't see how much you loved him and vice versa.

Grandma'am blanched at Coriolanus’ words. Those words hurt her deeply. She loves you, as if you were one of her own, and knew how large of a role you played in her grandson's life. And to hear Coriolanus write the love you too share so easily, as if it was nothing, made her wonder where she went wrong with him? Tigress turned out fine, so why was Coriolanus so…so cold and dead towards the girl that he's loved his entire life?

Watching Coriolanus as he reached forward to grab a piece of candy from the large 3-tier candy dish set in the middle of the glass coffee table, Grandma'am sadly wondered, “I didn't raise you to be like this, Coriolanus. How can you be so cold when it comes to Y/N, your sweetheart?”

“She was never my sweetheart, Grandma'am.” Coriolanus retorted coldly. The frostiness in his baritone even sent a chill down his own spine, but it was too late to take it back now. The glacial sharp sentence was now in the universe, floating around; sure to manifest and take hold.

The remark and the attitude that accompanied it would surely come back to bite Coriolanus in the ass; to haunt him. There's no way on earth, in heaven, or in hell those cruel and icy words won't find their way back to you. Because they will…

“I see.” Was Grandma’am’s clipped response. Those two words held so much sadness and disappointment in them. The old woman's wrinkled face turned sour as she informed her grandson, “I just hope that she didn't ruin her life sitting around; waiting for your love. She turned down quite a few wealthy suitors, even a General’s son, as I understand from Tigress- who felt that Y/N was wasting her time on you because you've changed- turned hateful and cold.”

What? You turned down opportunity after opportunity to get out of poverty; all because of your silly notion of being in love with him? Of wanting more than what he can offer you?

You willingly choose to work for scraps, having your ideas used by your boss- to be claimed by them as theirs instead- for advertisements and marketing plots, instead of being pampered on and made a socialite by a rich man. What’s wrong with you? Were you truly foolish enough to believe that love could pay the bills; could be more than enough for you? Were you foolish enough to want the insecurity of love over the security of wealth?

Coriolanus never took you for a foolish girl, but now…well he doesn't know what to think. Why would you hold out hope for him to love you, to pick you, to give you things he's incapable of if you weren't foolish. You knew as well as he did that he has to do certain things to climb to the top, to reach his political goals, and that entering a union of love with you isn't one of those things.

“Waiting around for me to love her; to propose a marriage that would only hinder my political aspirations, makes her one of the biggest fools in Panem, Grandma'am.” Heartlessly shot out of Coriolanus’ mouth before he could think twice. He didn't even recognize his voice, but it truly was his.

“I don't know what happened to you, grandson, to make you so hateful. That girl's loved you ever since the Dark Days and you seemed to love her back, but I now see that you were just using her. Using her like that little songbird of 12 used you up years ago during the 10th Hunger Games.” Grandma’am spat at Coriolanus, causing the hardened young man to just flash her a deadly look. A look that would make most people cower in fear. But, Grandma'am Snow wasn't like most people. She did raise General Crassus Snow after all and he had some of the most hateful pale blue eyes in the Capitol.

Coriolanus' face was cold as stone, his eyes flashing with fury, as he seethed, “Don't you bring up that dead district whore to me, you old bitch. I'll take any of your other ramblings, but not talk about that songbird.”

The disrespect and loathing in her grandson’s tone worried Grandma'am. She's never seen Coriolanus in such a light, but she didn't like it.

Her grandson was nothing like his father. No, Coriolanus was worse than Crassus. Despite being a strict man that believed in totalitarian rulership, Crassus Snow was capable of love. He loved his wife dearly and unconditionally. But his son, well, it seems like Coriolanus has closed himself off to love.

And that scares Grandma'am.

“I think, since you're newly engaged, that it's time for you to find your own penthouse to live in.” The Snow matriarch told her iciscle of a grandson while watching him lean forward to grab another piece of candy from the extravagant candy dish.

Popping the piece of candy into his mouth, Coriolanus simply said, “If that's what you want, then I'll move out.” Standing up, he said, “I'll go call the Plinths' realtor, see if there's any penthouses available in one of the new Luxe buildings downtown.”

No, Coriolanus wasn't going to see if there was a penthouse available in any of the new Luxe buildings, but in your specific building. Because, by living in your building, he'll be able to give you gifts without being stopped by that troublesome doorman with high morals. He'll also be able to fix things with you, get you to see his logic and agree to come back to him. Coriolanus will be able to break you and Odysseus Odair, the Capitol’s biggest manwhore, up before you become too enthralled by him. Before he loses you to him.

Despite denying his feelings for you and calling you a foolish girl for loving him, the thought of you possibly falling in love with somebody else terrifies him. It eats away at his soul, knowing that right know you're probably thinking about the date Odysseus took you on last night.

Coriolanus is jealous that you're moving on (after a damn month!) with somebody that he views unworthy of you. And he's going to put an end to things, make you return to his side.

And the perfect way to do that is living in your building. So, hopefully, Coriolanus can purchase the penthouse in your Luxe complex.

After a long day at work, you went home and got changed into something comfortable before going across the hall to Odysseus’. You felt a bit nervous knocking on his door. Yes, he did invite you over and said he'd cook dinner for a third date, but it's been a while since you've been invited to a man's apartment. In fact, the last time you went to a man's apartment was the night that you ended things with your ex.

When the door opened, revealing Odysseus in the doorway dressed in a simple tank and shorts, you felt your mouth go dry. His tan skin was glowing, bronze hair effortlessly framing his shoulders in waves. But it was the face splitting smile, brighter than the sun, that took your breath away.

How is it that he can always flash you that smile every time he's around you? Can he truly be that happy to see you? You last saw him a few hours ago for lunch, he couldn't have missed you that much- could he?

“Come on in.” Odysseus urged you, pulling you into the apartment with an excited look on dimples face. “I got shrimp and asparagus risotto on the stove.” He told you, gently closing the door as you walked into his place; taking in the decor.

The decor was nothing like how you expected a modern, upscale apartment to look like. The walls, instead of being the standard white, cream, or light grey that's standard in the building, were different shades of blue and green. Also, you noticed how a pair of hammock-like chairs made up entirely of rope and nets hung from the ceiling. Instead of a sofa, like most people had in their apartments, Odysseus had floor cushions that were shaped to resemble a couch. The coffee table was a chunk of driftwood with glass on it, while the TV was set on a table painted various shades of blue to resemble waves. And the wall decorations of various shells really set off the beachy vibe of the apartment.

“Is this how houses are decorated in District 4?” You asked, standing in the middle of the mainroom- taking everything in.

“Yea.” Odysseus nodded. “Wait until you see the kitchen, you'll love it.” He told you, only to grab your hand and drag you into the kitchen.

The kitchen, that was decorated with mounted fish all over the walls. The beautiful white cabinets had all of their doors taken off. The back walls of the cabinets were painted teal, creating a contrast with the white shelves and frame. And the once white marble countertops were painted (Yes, he painted over marble!) seafoam green. The kitchen island stools looked to be made out of a mix of driftwood and rope, which made you wonder how sturdy they were.

“Sit down, honey. The risotto’s almost done.” Your new boyfriend beamed, guiding you to sit down on one of the stools (that you were iffy about). “You're going to love this risotto; recipe’s a simple one from 4, but it's delicious.” Odysseus told yoy, going over to the stove and stirring the contents in the pan so it wouldn't burn.

“Do you eat anything other than seafood?” You asked, hoping that he did. Honestly, you didn't eat seafood religiously, so if Odysseus did then…well…guess you'll have to deal with it.

“Fish’s healthy for you, Y/N.” The heir to the largest luxury cruiseline out of District 4 told you while taking the risotto pan off of the stove and placing it onto the countertop.

Which was bad, because without a trivet to rest on the heat from the pan can ruin the counter. Does he not give a shit about ruining his counter? Hell, Coriolanus would be having a stroke if you pulled that shit- placing a hot pan on his marble counter without using a trivet.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait a minute, wait a goddamn minute! Why the fuck are you thinking about Coriolanus, your ex, when you're about to have a nice home cooked meal with Odysseus, your current boyfriend? What the hell's wrong with you?

What? Are you going to be that girl that compares apples to oranges in bed too?

Odysseus’ warm hands skirt across your body as his mouth leaves feather soft kisses all over your skin, but it feels foreign to you. Honestly, you're not used to soft caresses and lightly peppered kisses. Of lips pressing against yours firmly, but faintly. You weren't used to a man swiping the tip of his tongue along your lower lip in a way that was both sensual and questioning all at the same time.

No.

You're used to hungry, sloppy butterfly kisses which turn into bruising bites all over your skin. You're used to cold, rough hands squeezing and grabbing at you. You're used to lips harshly clashing against yours in hungry desperate kisses. Kisses that seemed to be from a man starved and he shoved his tongue down your throat without warning. Desperate kisses that turned into opened mouth ones, complete with spit swallowing, tongue sucking, and bottom lip biting.

You're not used to softness. Instead, you're used to roughness. But perhaps you could get used to softness.

Or at least you tell yourself you'll get used to softness as you lay naked underneath Odysseus, splayed out on the floor cushions, as he languidly rolls his hips against yours. His movements are reminiscent of ocean waves crashing against the shore. His thrusts were slow, but powerful.

You felt like you're going to explode as Odysseus’ mellow movements slowly worked passion into you. Your pussy begged to be pounded, craved for his cock to bruise against the spongy spot inside of it. But instead of brute force, your cunt got gently caressed by Odysseus’ large cock (well, he had the length, but not the girth you're used too. Oh god, are you really comparing your boyfriend's cock to your ex’s cock? Yes, yes you are and you'll probably go to hell for it.) evertime he dragged it against your tight walls, only to push back into you again.

You bucked your hips, whining out, “Faster, Odysseus. Harder, please.”

Odysseus just smiled lazily, making his dimples protrude deeply in his cheeks. Bringing one of his hands up to stroke your cheek, he said, “I see you're not used to making love, honey. But, you'll get used to being worshiped like the goddess you are.”

His words were sweet and sent your heart fluttering a mile a minute. And the smoldering look he gave you as he snapped his hips just a little bit deeper, a little bit harder, for you and your head spinning.

And soon, before you knew it, your cunt’s clamping down around his cock and your nails (no longer crimson, but now a simple French manicure) are digging into his shoulder while you whimper, “Odysseus.” over and over as you cum.

Odysseus after feeling you cum around his cock, coating it in your stick juices, quickly pulled out of you. The feeling of emptiness crashed into you harder than any storm wave hitting a pier ever could as Odysseus knelt between your legs, quickly pumping his cock until he cum with your name on his lips. The feeling of his warm cum spurting out onto your belly made you twitch in surprise.

You weren't used to having hot cum shoot onto your body, you were used to being filled up with it. Was there a reason why your boyfriend didn't want to cum inside of you?

But before you could ask him, he was pushing himself to stand while announcing, “I'll get you a towel so you can clean up.”

“Okay.” You simply nodded, laying on the floor cushions while spent with white pearl like seed slowly sliding down your stomach.

After a few minutes, Odysseus came back with a towel. He gave it to you, before collecting his shorts and pulling them on. As you cleaned his cum off of your stomach, he gathered your clothes- which you thought was odd.

Coriolanus never gathered your clothes for you after fucking you. No, he used to pull you into his arms; pressing you to lay into his side, while carding his fingers thru your hair. Some times, after a particularly rough and hard fucking, he'd draw a bath for the two of you or he'd hold you in bed while telling you that you did so well; that he was proud of you for not using the safeword- only to remind you that next time if you need to use the safe word (red) that you can and he won't think any less of you.

But you're not with the platinum blonde man (who doesn't give a shit about you, who's engaged to the heir of Panem's biggest bank now) anymore, you're now with a bronze haired man who’s habits you'll just have to learn. Have to get used to.

Flopping down on the seat cushions, Odysseus handed you over your clothes. “I thought you might want to get dressed so you won't be could while we watch tv.”

“You want to watch tv?” You asked, finding it strange that he brought up tv instead of cuddling.

“Yea, there's supposed to be a fishing documentary on soon and I don't wanna miss it.”

A fishing documentary…Of course, he wants to watch something about District 4. Well, you can't fault him for that. He has a tie in a way to the district and just wants to learn all he can about it, since he resides in the Capitol.

Plus, you suppose that you can cuddle with him while watching the documentary together.

Coriolanus walked behind the realtor (a middle-aged man that Strabo Plinth had on speed dial) as he opened the door to the penthouse suite of the Luxe apartment building that you reside in. “You're in luck, Mr. Snow, that nobody's applied for this unit; that I was able to fit you in for an after hours showing as well.”

“Yes, Mr. Grand, it seems that I'm very lucky that I'm the only one inquiring about this penthouse.” Coriolanus told the realtor, a calculating line of a smile on his face, as he took in the vast space of the main room.

It was twice as big as the Corso penthouse; surely you'd be impressed by it. This was your building, even if you did live on a lower floor (where the working-poor of the Capitol were), so Coriolanus knew that you’d like his new penthouse once he convinced you to see it. And, despite just starting the tour with the realtor, it was his place.

The platinum blonde master manipulator was going to move in as soon as possible, because it was the only way to get you back. He had to get you away from that peacock Odair before you did something stupid, like let him seduce you and get knocked up. You're not allowed to get knocked up by anyone, other than Coriolanus that is.

Yes, Coriolanus feels that he's the only one that can give you children. Nobody else better put a baby in you, unless they have a death wish.

But unknown to Coriolanus, Odysseus isn't ready for children yet (He may or may not have a few baby mamas and paternity test disputes floating around that his rich daddy Poseidon’s taking care of) which is why he practiced the pull out method with you while ‘making love’ on his floor cushions.

If only Coriolanus knew…well…he'd be having a coronary.

Not about the pullout method (no, that's something he'd be thankful for cause he's the only one allowed to cum inside of you), but about you making love to Odysseus on the floor. That fact right there would make Coriolanus made enough to kill. He's already jealous that you went to dinner with Odair, but if he ever found out that you fucked him…oh boy…it'd be like a throat punch to his ego.

It'd also be a dagger through his cold, dead, black, too small heart that secretly holds love for you.

But what Coriolanus doesn’t know won't hurt him. Besides, he's engaged to Livia Cardew and should be worried about her, not you. But, no matter what, he'll always worry about you because you're the one he wants in his life- despite driving you away by entering an arranged match for money, power, and glory.

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raven-dor · 6 months ago

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i'll look after you

In which albus potter defends his best friend, even when she tells him not too

PAIRING: albus severus potter x slytherin!reader

WARNINGS: GIVEN LAST NAME, typically jock antics, banter, HERO COMPLEX (he's harry potter's son, like come on), misogyny yayyyy, fluff, OBLIVIOUS FRIENDS, underage drinking

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

🎶 : look after you - the fray

AN: this is a chapter from my wattpad story, trust me!! username is also raven-dor, feel free to take a look!! (there's a couple oc's in here as a result)

The crisp September air did little to calm Y/N’s nerves. Lily Luna had lent Y/N her gear—' for the tryout only,' but then she would have to buy her own. The Gryffindor had too much faith in her; Y/N honestly believed she wouldn't make the team.

Albus stood before the group, clearing his throat. "Alright, everyone, circle up."

Chatter still echoed through the pitch, and Y/N had half a mind to turn and yell at them to shut it. Instead, she decided to wait for Albus to break. He looked at her quickly, grateful for her attentiveness, before yelling, "Oi! If you're still talking, feel free to leave the pitch." Y/N’s eyes widened, smirking as the crowd instantly gave him their full attention.

"Good. Welcome to Quidditch Tryouts. I'll be your captain for the next two years." He clapped his hands. "Right. First we'll start by separating you into the positions you want to go out for. Chasers over by Malfoy." Scorpius waved his hand. "Beaters over there." He pointed to Romeo Zabini and Lola Greengrass. "And seekers, right in the center." He pointed to Y/N, smirking. "I'll be leading the seeker exercises, and the other teammates I've sent you to will lead their respective positions. Pay attention, and try your best."

He walked forward, whispering. "How'd I do?" "Great." Y/N grinned. "Captain."

"Jones, your turn."

Tryouts were nearly over, but Albus wanted to see how they played against each other, watching for skill, teamwork, and—well, Y/N honestly didn't know. Taking a deep breath, she soared up high, watching for the snitch. The whistle blew, and the scrimmage began.

It had been five long minutes before she spotted its fluttering form buzz past her. She gripped her broom and leaned forward, racing after it. That had tipped off her opponent, who was now chasing after her. The only thing that brought her solace was that he hadn't seen the snitch and was now following her blindly.

The snitch suddenly dropped, diving toward the ground. Y/N plunged after it, not sparing another glance at the boy chasing after her.

She hadn't noticed how close she was to the ground and reached out, grasping for the ball. At the last moment, she pulled back, barely missing the grass below. The whistle rang, and she grinned, jumping off onto solid earth. Holding out her hand, she dropped the snitch into Albus's palm.

He glared playfully. "Pull up next time."

"I did, actually." She crossed her arms. "Maybe too late for your liking, but I did."

He rolled his eyes before turning back to the crowd. "Thanks for coming out, everyone. Great job all around. We'll have the list posted by the end of the week. And remember, if you don't make it, there's always next year."

A crowd had formed around the far east wall of the common room, and Y/N could only assume that Albus had posted the list. She walked over, standing beside him. "So..."

"So..."

She looked up at him. "You seem awfully chipper. It's off-putting."

He nodded. "Great team this year. I'm excited." He looked down. "Can you blame me?"

She shook her head, looking back at the crowd. "Can't say I can."

"You should go take a look."

She tried to suppress her grin, walking forward. She felt Albus's piercing green eyes following her. The crowd had thinned out, and Y/N walked through, scanning the list. "Seeker... Albus Potter. Spare Seeker... Y/N Jones." She stopped reading after that. Turning around, she shrieked, running towards Albus, who was already smiling. She jumped into his arms, and he picked her up, spinning her around.

"I won't let you down."

He put her down, laughing at her very evident excitement. "I know you won't."

"Congrats, Y/N."

She smiled, nodding gratefully. "Thanks, Scorpius."

The boy she'd raced against during the scrimmage stalked away from the list, visibly upset. His eyes met Y/N’s for a moment, and he scoffed. Albus placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry about it, Jones."

She smiled. "Oh, trust me. I wasn't."

"All I'm saying is, I'm surprised she made the team." The voice practically echoed through the halls, and Y/N wished she could be as oblivious as they were. Oblivious to how obnoxious their voices sounded. "You know what it is? She's probably sleeping with Potter."

The others nodded.

"They've hated each other for years and then suddenly become friends out of nowhere?" He laughed. "I don't buy it."

His friend (the same boy from the scrimmage) butted in. "She pushed me when we were chasing the snitch." He scoffed. "Can you believe it?" He nudged his friend, laughing. "Have fun getting foul after foul after-"

She cleared her throat. The boys turned around, their faces bright red. She smiled. "Can I get past you? You're in my way."

The boys split, and she walked through, her head held high. "See you on the pitch, Montague."

He waved weakly. "I'm screwed."

Albus looked absolutely livid, pacing around the prefect bathroom. She tilted her head. "What's got your wand in a twist?"

He stopped a very empathetic look in his eyes. "I kicked Montague off the team."

She crossed her arms. "Why?"

"He-" Albus huffed. "He was going around saying that the only reason you got on the team was because we're sleeping together."

Y/N laughed. "Well, are we?"

His eyes widened. "Are we what?"

"Sleeping together?" She smiled. "Keep up, Potter."

"NO!" He shook his head. "No, you know that."

"I do. And you know that. So why pay his obvious cries for attention any mind?"

Albus spluttered. "Well, he- It's just unacceptable." He sighed, entirely confused at her current state. "Aren't you upset?"

She shrugged. "It's not the worst thing that's been said about me."

"Y/N..." He held her hand, rubbing his thumb over the back. "He shouldn't be saying things like that."

"You're right, but that's no reason to kick him off the team. Now they're really going to think we're shagging." Albus blushed. "Put him back on the team, Albus."

He rolled his eyes. "I'll think about it."

She pulled her hand out of his hold, crossing her arms. "You will put him back on the team, Potter. I was at tryouts, too; you can't afford to lose him. The spare keeper is good, but-"

Albus nodded. "Fine! Fine." He laughed. "You confound me."

She smirked, putting her hand in his once more. "It keeps me mysterious."

He scoffed. "You've never been mysterious."

She gasped, pulling herself away from him. "Well, now you've hurt my feelings."

"Fine by me." He laughed. "You'll get over it."

Albus had left their study session halfway through, mumbling something about James and his girlfriend (well, soon to be, anyway). Y/N nodded; she hadn't envied him. In fact, she pitied him. That was a situation she would never want to be put in the middle of.

She closed her book, concluding that she would get more done if she had a snack from the kitchen.

"Jones."

She looked up, fighting the groan that grew in her throat. "Montague."

"Did you hear the news?"

She shook her head, leaning back in her chair.

He smirked. "I'm back on the team."

"Congratulations." She smiled again. "You're an amazing keeper."

He nodded. "Thank you..." He coughed. "Upset your little boyfriend doesn't like you enough to defend you anymore?"

She stood up. "And who exactly is my little boyfriend?"

"Potter." He crossed his arms. "Came to his senses, apologized and everything."

She grinned. "Well, I, for one, am glad you're back, Montague."

He glared. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing. Though, I suspect something is very wrong with you," she said, laughing. "If you're so bored, you make up rumors to justify why your friend, who is a subpar seeker, by the way, didn't make it on the team," she smiled. What intricate imaginations the pair of you have."

Leaning forward, she whispered. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd rather be anywhere else than here with you."

The common room was full of fifth years and up (a firm rule that they had established ages ago), a horrible concoction of firewhiskey and butterbeer being served to any poor soul that approached.

Y/N and Morgana had just finished getting ready, putting the finishing touches on their makeup. They had made a rule when they became friends: always dress to impress. And when they hit fourth year, that rule applied to parties. Morgana chose a gorgeous silver tank paired with leather pants, while Y/N wore a black corset and jeans. They stumbled down the stairs, the effects of their gigglewater shots kicking in.

Walking over to the table, Y/N grabbed two cups of whatever the drink was called and handed the other to Morgana. "Cheers."

Morgana tapped her rim to Y/N’s, wincing at the aftertaste. "Salazar, this is horrible."

"Would you like something else?" Morgana turned around, a blush covering her cheeks. "Zabini."

He smiled. "Smythe." He gestured to the stairs. "After you."

Morgana looked back to Y/N, who nudged her along, smirking. "Go on." She glared at Romeo. "Don't try anything funny-"

Morgana grabbed Romeo's hand, pulling him away before she embarrassed her any further. "Sorry about her."

Y/N laughed, turning towards the party. Green lights illuminated the common room, and a variety of music played from someone's speaker. It wasn't a nightclub, but it was (in Y/N’s opinion) much better.

"Jones."

She whipped around, smiling sloppily. "Potter."

He smirked, standing beside her. "Are you drunk already?"

She laughed, smacking his arm. "Just a little."

He rolled his eyes. "You look well."

"You don't look too bad yourself."

He smiled, taking a sip out of his cup. "Looking for someone?"

She looked over, smirking. "Why? You jealous?"

"More so curious. I couldn't care less about your love life, Jones. Believe me." He looked out at the crowd. "I invited someone."

"Let me guess. Nott." She wiggled her eyebrows.

He shoved her lightly. "Shut it."

She quickly grew tired of standing silently and walked into the crowd, beckoning Albus to follow her. "Live a little Potter." She swore his eyes were pitch black, and her stomach twisted. He shook his head.

"Have fun for the both of us."

Her hips swayed to the beat, waving at Albus every so often, who waved back, admiring her from afar. He looked around the room, starting to grow deeply insecure. Of course she hadn't shown up.

"Captain!" Albus groaned, nodding.

"Montague."

The brunette nudged Albus. "No hard feelings, eh?"

Albus nodded, staring at her. He really wished he’d followed after her now. Montague followed his eyeline, scoffing. "What a slag."

Albus shook his head, looking at Montague, waiting for him to correct himself. "What did you just say?"

"First, she steals Liam's spot on the team, then complains about a harmless conversation and gets me kicked off the team." He laughed. "Then she has the nerve to act like you never slept together." He rolled his eyes, nudging Albus. "Slag."

Albus had clenched his cup a little too tightly, crushing the top. "I have a question for you."

He nodded eagerly. "Shoot."

"Were you born an absolute dickhead, or did that happen over time?"

Montague took a double take. "I'm sorry?"

"You should be." Albus crossed his arms, stepping closer to the highly confused keeper. "She is the reason your slimy self is back on the team. She never told me about your little conversation, but if she had, trust me, you wouldn't be back on the team." He leaned forward, whispering. "You'd be in the hospital wing."

"Albus-"

"It's Captain to you. And if you ever talk about her like that again, I'll make good on my promise."

"I-" Montague scoffed. "Are you quite serious?"

He nodded. "Do you understand?"

Montague mumbled, and Albus raised his eyebrows. "I can't hear you."

"I understand, Captain."

Albus nodded, smiling. "Good, see you at practice."

He turned back to the crowd, immediately noticing that Y/N had disappeared from where he'd left her. He walked around the common room, a glass of water in hand. Albus forced himself not to laugh when he'd found her, interested as to why she was sitting on the ground. Her head was against the wall, staring at the ceiling. He sat down beside her, holding her hand lightly. "You alright, Y/N/N?"

She nodded. "Perfect." Without looking over, she grabbed his chin, pushing it up. "Look at the stars."

Albus couldn't help himself, laughing loudly. "We're inside, love."

"I know that, silly." She sighed, letting go of his chin. "Just look. Really look."

He looked over at her, smiling lightly. "Wow." She looked down, smiling shyly. "You're sloshed."

"You're being mean." She began to stand up but quickly gave up when she realized she couldn't do it alone. "I don't like it."

"I'm sorry, Y/N/N, it's just-" He laughed, rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand like it was common practice. "It's not often your-"

She shoved him. "I just said I don't like it when you're mean." She leaned her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes. "Can we just stay here until I can get up?"

"I'm sorry." He hummed, looking down. "Would you like me to help you?"

She shook her head, scooting closer to him to get warm. "S'fine. I want to do it myself." She sighed, mumbling. "I don't need you to help me."

He smiled, summoning over a blanket. "I know." He draped it over her form. "Doesn't mean I'll stop."

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pastel-rights · 3 months ago

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I LOVE your art style! How did you came up with it?

huh? my art style??? uhhh, i mean i uhhhh if you want, i can explain how I got to this point but. sometimes, things just. happen yknow???

honestly my old art compared to the more recent of what I've done probably looks. very very jarring side by side since it looks like it was drawn by completely different people lol. For example, look at this early 2017 character concept verse a late (November) 2024 character concept.

It's. Definitely a lot to take in so uhm. Buckle up! [cue a heavy metal version of bye-bye-bye playing for atmosphere reasons]

So, I've been drawing as a hobby since about... 2009 give or take? However, the earliest art I have on hand is probably from... 2016 or 2015 tbh??? Although, I only really started keeping a fr fr log of my art from 2019 and onwards so, let's start with what I actually have to show.

It's all about the basics, anon!

Growing up, my art was inspired by the shows I watched growing up! in particular, shows like "Codename: Kids Next Door" and "Tom and Jerry" were my rock in childhood times (since I wasn't allowed to watch Spongebob until I was much older and a majority of my "childhood" tv shows didn't start airing until later in my life, like Bubble Guppies (which aired in 2011) and Team Umizoomi and Octonauts (which both released in 2010) which, by then, the television was run by my younger brother's needs mostly, and I didn't get a say.)

So, I guess you could say my art was inspired by those two shows mostly???? of course, not... fully? hold on let me show you guys the earliest art I have to work with here-

these are all from 2019 since it's the furthest back I was able to save my art but. Looking at it, it doesn't look like it was inspired in the way artists are normally inspired by their environment. At least, that's not how it feels to me.

my art at this point was very... a lot of it was traditional in comparison to now, for starters. The color grades are completely off, the lining is. interesting. A lot of one shot one result type of shenanigans. Of course, it shares its origin with my childhood entertainment in general, which is being very cartoonish in style! On traditional grounds, I fucked around with a lot of different methods, some just pencil, some with markers, blah blah blah yada yada yada.

which, character design is my passion /ref if you couldn't tell. but my art style has always been very cartoonish and stylized, even in my earliest days. Big eyes, wild hair styles, noodly limbs, you know, the cartoonist hallmarks! If nothing else, my art style is more reflective of who I am as a person?? like the cartoons that formed me, it's very expressive and full of color and whimsy and in its own way, it's my way of thanking the world that taught me happiness and joy, and I draw to give others that same feeling.

Whether that be my friends' OCs or silly shitposts, I draw for the joy others get seeing it! Here look at this picture of my friend (@sxftriina)'s OC, Ocean, I draw way way back when lol

...

but at some point, I realized. My art didn't make me happy anymore. I didn't have fun drawing anymore. and it just became more of a chore to make than a fun hobby or a good time. I couldn't find the joy in art anymore. And I couldn't create anything I was proud of either.

I got stuck. It didn't matter what I drew, what things I tried. I couldn't make myself happy again. and while my art might not have suffered.

I did.

art was nothing more than a chore. something I had to do because I wasn't good for anything else.

and it made me severely depressed, among other things happening during those times.

so what does a burnt out depressed artist do in crisis times??????????

...

he joins tumblr, of course.

I wish I was joking. I'm not.

anyways so it was like 4am and I was like "let me join tumblr why the hell not maybe I'll find something there" and uhm. well I didn't find anything initially. and every day was as depressing as the last, and I eventually just. felt like giving up. I ran an askblog and drew a ton still because while it made me unhappy, I felt unhappier just. doing nothing. Lesser of two evils I suppose?

that was until I uh. I met someone really special to me. Even now.

if you're reading this, uh. hi lupi!

This was around the time I found Identity Five at the end of 2020, and began drawing fanart for the game, which restored... some joy to art? Not completely, but, I wasn't so miserable drawing during this time of my life. It felt like a chore still, but, at least now I was having some semblance of fun doing it. Not completely fun though... I was still stuck in a funk. I didn't know why.

And then, I met Lupi. At the time, she was following me through her askblog account (she still does) and I got curious and decided to check it out for myself and. I think if I never checked out Lupi's blog that day, my art wouldn't have taken the direction it did, and, I would have never regained my love for my craft.

Of course, I feel silly even talking about it so... I took a different direction with my art after scrolling through Lupi's art, which sometimes I'll do, even to this day just for fun sake. And this time... I don't know.

It just felt different this time. It wasn't the best, and it certainly wasn't easy either. But for the first time in over a year... I had genuine fun drawing again. No negative feelings attached.

Just... fun.

A lot of fun at that. A lot of things from this era of my style stuck. Like... a looooot. My color choices, my mini style, the flow, a lot of what I learned from this era stuck with me, even now.

it retains so much of the past yet it means so much more. it's still cartoonish, still small and squashed, funky hairstyles, noodle limbs, fun clothing... the whole nine yards.

Of course... this is only 2021 art. My art now, while similar... it's not the same. And it's all thanks to ONE RED HAIRED MOTHERFUCKER. not ginger, red haired. apples are red, not orange. /ref

It was the first time in. several years that I've drawn something just for me. Even if it was something small and silly while waiting for an after-school activity to start. It was something I remember really fondly, a feeling that wasn't just fun but. actual joy.

Not only that but, for as simple as it is, it marked the start of a very, very... very long long of stylization like never before. You take what makes you happy... piece by piece, bit by bit...

you learn... you grow... you improve upon skills you have... body language, expression, detail... all those things. You meet some really cool people along the way... you talk, you laugh, you cry.

you get inspired and you want to show them something new, something cool... and in doing so, you make something you never thought was possible. Not with your skills, and not in a million years.

But, you learn. you laugh. you watch. you grow.

you figure out what you like. cool colors, fun dynamics, shading, lighting, storylines... things like that. you inspire others, and those people inspire you in turn.

you learn some cool new poses, you draw some fun fanart for your friends aus, you try new things and those end up sticking.

sometimes it's just you and one other person, who stuck through, watching you draw until a piece's very end. because they like you for you. and they care. sometimes they never leave your side, and they continue to inspire you to this very day.

you have fun with what youre doing. there's not really any need to rush, you know? you look at new media, you talk to the people you care about the most, you make things to surprise them with. and they're happy. and you're happy.

and you want to keep drawing.

but you can't forget to draw for yourself sometimes. something just for you that others can enjoy, but, it wasn't made for others. it was made because you love yourself and you deserve something special. it's important to draw what you want for yourself.

and sometimes, it becomes your staple.

you put your best foot forward, you give it everything you've got! because it's not a chore. it's fun. it's a hobby.

and it makes you happy. your art becomes recognizable, people compliment it and enjoy its presence. even in passing.

...

I love my art style too, anon. i know its been a long while of me talking. telling my story, my experience with my art. how it built me. how it ruined me. and how I found myself again.

I didn't know how to answer your question when I first got this ask.

Because, I didn't know how I came up with it. In my mind, it just happened. But, I think I have an answer for you now.

For real this time.

My art style is a culmination of everything and everyone I love. Navi, Pins, Beth, Yuu, Tae, Klai, Joe, Rina, Lupi, Four, pretty much everyone I surround myself with on a day to day basis. Bit by bit, piece by piece, my art style is fueled by the love I have for my friends.

Every improvement over the years has all been so I can show them something fun, something new. So I can keep surprising them with each new piece I do.

But, it's not just my friends.

It's you too, anon. Whoever you are. Wherever you are. Every like, every reblog, every comment and compliment. Every ask, every live reaction.

Thank you.

Thank you for helping me find my joy again. I hope I didn't disappoint.

#// calamity chats !! yay yay !!#// skittle anon asks

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cmentary · 22 days ago

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OC x Sevika stuff, because me being feral for this woman is the only reason for this character's existence and I'll never write down actual lore

• I'd like to think young Sevika used to be a pit fighter

• You can see briefly I've put a kill count tattoo on her left arm which she lost in the beginning of the show (When she was still young, impetuous and reckless she thought it mad her badass, but in reality I think she's pretty pathetic [affectionately]

• After loosing said arm she decided it's pointless and throughout her life she obviously lost count of the lives she has taken

• How they met? Don't ask me idk I'm not good with lore

• a lot of doomness, but after all back when they were in their 20's they were a couple

• butch x mean fem kind of thing

• Not sure if I want to keep this concept, but my oc's clothes are stained with paint because at some point I wanted her to be a mural artist people commissioned and that's how she would earn her living

• middle picture (poor background) I like to picture them at some bar (sevika's gambling addiction was earned when she was still young)

• Sevika gambling, smoking and oc just sitting there looking pretty holding her ashtray and occasionally stealing her cigar

• As we know enforcers tend to lock people up for no reason (Vi was imprisoned for years. Caitlin states her documentation was empty), being a Zaunian was enough to spend a while in Stillwater

• OC gets thrown into arrest (for no reason because I'm too lazy to make one up), Sevika doesn't know what happened, where she is or whether OC is missing or even dead

• Since they were still young, Sevika probably didn't know Silco yet, she had no connections and couldn't do anything to figure out what happened to her girl

• Time skip to the beginning of arcane, Sevika now working for Silco, the factory accident, her loosing an arm and Silco adopting Powder

• At the sight of a blue haired kid Sevika can't help, but think about her long lost lover she hasn't seen in over a decade

• She keeps thinking of what would it be if OC never disappeared, but so much time passed, now even with the connections she has due to being Silco's 2nd in command, she doesn't try to dig into the matter, she lost hole a while ago

• Time skip to the present, Powder is now Jinx and is a very young adult, no blood shared with OC, but she does resemble the OC sevika remembers A LOT

• Sevika and OC in their late 30's - pushing 40's by now

• Somewhere mid show, by now Sevika and Jinx somewhat getting along, Jinx resembling OC even more now that she grew older

• at some point OC gets out of prison after rotting in there for YEARS (pre and after prison ↓)

• again a little comparison to show how Jinx's appearance could NOT let Sevika forget about oc

• Honestly the only intentional similarity is they're hair being blue (different shades, oc's hair is ink blue while Jinx's is brighter and more going towards shades on the slightly greener side. Their facial structures are completely different so no I didn't just copy jinx's design)

• OC and Sevika see each other for the first time in over a decade

• Sevika can't believe OC is alive, OC coming out of prison as a wreck compared to who she was before, a little pissed Sevika did nothing to get her out, but the bitterness passed after the first few years of being imprisoned, overshadowed by by depression

• Became a tattoo artist while imprisoned, for obvious reasons she didn't give any to herself, but gained a somewhat positive reputation amongs other prisoners

• A lot of arguments, shimmer usage, doomness, misunderstandings happen braided with hate-make outs and very thick tension

• Some culminational moment (which I didn't think off yet) causes them to actually get back together and slowly rebuild their relationship

• We know the little found family trope Sevika, Isha and Jinx have in the season 2 right?

• so now OC is a part of this cute dynamic, raising them both with Sevika, all of them alive and well

• "Let's have blue hair and not tell Sevika" ahh dynamic

• In the end Sevika is admiring how similar OC and the kids are, identical as if they were her own

• They're a little happy family and as Sevika gains a place in the council they live a comfortable domestic life and they live happily ever after!!!!!

#arcane #arcane league of legends #sevika x reader #sevika arcane #arcane brainrot #arcane oc #oc #oc x Sevika #sevika x oc #isha #jinx

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uconnposter01 · 9 months ago

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Falling

Chapter 1

Azzi x black oc

3.K words

warning: cursing

August 2021 3rd person pov

“Fuck,fuck fuck” Nuveah mutters as she jumps up in a panic.

She couldn't believe that she slept through her alarm. She was late for her first class on the very first day. Grabbing her essential things Nuveah slipped on a pair of black Adidas joggers, a white shirt and a pair of black Crocs Nuveah ran out of her dorm room to the lecture hall, thankfully it was only a five minute run. All eyes turned to look at Nuveah as she burst inside of the lecture hall ten minutes late.

“I’m sorry Mrs Flanagan I slept through my alarm, it uh- won't happen again” Nuveah says trying to catch her breath.

“Name?” The professor questions unamused.

Every year there is at least one student who ends up late to her class so this is no shock, she just hopes this won’t be an everyday thing.

“Nuveah Sanchez '' Nuveah mutters quietly.

She felt embarrassed, especially with everyone staring at her. Nuveah honestly wishes the floor would swallow her right now.

“Find a seat” Profesor Flanagan answers dismissively.

Nuveah’s eyes scanned the lecture hall looking for an empty seat in a room with at least 50 other people, It’s intense. It made Nuveah’s heartbeat fast and her hands clammy.

“Today Ms. Sanchez '' Professor Flanagan says impatiently.

“Sorry” Nuveah says softly, sighing.

Noticing an empty seat towards the back of the lecture hall sat a brown skinned girl with glasses, and curly hair whose hair is in a high bun. The girl is beautiful, the slight smile on her looks welcoming and inviting. Taking a chance Nuveah decides to make her way over there to sit next to the girl. It's a win-win situation in Nuveah's mind. The girl looked very familiar to Nuveah but she can't remember where at the moment she's too anxious to really focus on her surroundings or faces.

Azzi notices the girl walking towards her direction and her breath hitches in her throat as Nuveah walks towards her, she is absolutely gorgeous.

“Can I sit here?” Nuveah mumbles quietly.

“Yeah of course,” Azzi says, looking away trying to hide her blush.

Looking at the girl up and down Azzi couldn't help to get very intimated. In Azzi's opinion she thinks she's the most beautiful girl she's ever seen. Her hair is black with green highlights and it's straightened. It kinda reminds Azzi of Shego’s from Kim Possible. Her eyes are almond shaped and the lightest shade of brown and that color just became Azzi’s favorite color. She’s well built, She has to play some kind of sport or go to the gym often. Maybe if Azzi played her cards right she could get her number and become her gym buddy and maybe something more.

Nuveah is trying her hardest not to stare at the light skinned girl next to her, but it's so hard she's so beautiful and Nuveah is way too anxious and intimated to ever say a word to her hell it took everything in Nuveah to ask her to sit next to her. The two girls stole glances at each other whenever the other wasn't looking, both of them not listening to the lecture being presented.

After catching Nuveah look at her one too many times Azzi decides to take charge and speak to the girl.

“Nuveah right?” Azzi asks quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone else.

“Yeah,” Nuveah mumbles, not trusting her voice.

“Azzi” The shooting guard responds,holding out her hand for Nuveah to shake.

Nuveah apprehensively shakes Azzi's hand worried that her hand is way too sweaty. Neither girl let's go for a minute feeling the spark of energy that flowed through them. After a minute of shaking hands and smiling like idiots, Azzi pulls her hand away. Realization hits Nuveah like a ton of bricks after realizing who is sitting next to her.

“Azzi Fudd” Nuveah blurts out staring at the girl next to her.

“Yeah,” Azzi replies, laughing slightly.

“Imma fan,I'm sorry I didn't recognize you, Also P talks about you a whole fucking lot” Nuveah rambles slightly. Azzi frowned upon hearing Paige’s nickname,she knows how Paige gets down and she prays that Paige isn't dealing with this girl.

“Are you close with Paige?” Azzi questions quietly.

“Yeah, we hang out almost everyday,” Nuveah reveals quietly.

Hearing the piece of information made Azzi feel annoyed and jealous, Azzi rarely felt jealous so she feels a little ridiculous being jealous over Paige being friends or maybe when more with Nuveah especially since she just met her.

“Hmm okay” Azzi says, pursing her lips and looking back towards the professor.

Confused, Nuveah keeps glancing back at Azzi wondering if she said something wrong to the girl. After the professor ends class Nuveah bolts out of the lecture hall without another word. Her social battery has run out and she doesn't want to be stuck in a conversation with anyone, except for Azzi she's the only exception in Nuveah’s eyes . But she feels as though she said something to make the girl not want to be bothered with her, she needs to talk with her sister to figure out what she did wrong.

Azzi frowns, noticing Nuveah sprint out of the lecture hall she wanted to get her number or social media or something. But she guesses it's for the best especially if she's messing with Paige. Walking into her shared apartment with Amari, Azzi notices most of the team is there and she flops down on the couch and dramatically sighs.

What’s up?” Amari questions noticing Azzi being dramatic

“I met the finest girl today” Azzi says while looking up at the ceiling.

“Ooh okay, I see you Az, did you get her number?” Amari questions smiling at her friend.

“No, and I think she's fucking Paige” Azzi pouts while putting her head in her hands.

“Wait who is Paige fucking now?” Aubrey asks only catching the last part of Azzi's sentence.

“Her name is Nuveah, and she's sooooo fine, but she said she hangs out with Paige and from how quiet she got when talking about and how she wouldn't look me in the eye I know they have to fucking” Azzi complains.

“Nuveah who?” Aubrey asks, sitting down on the couch next to Azzi. If it's the Nuveah that Aubrey is thinking then Azzi has nothing to worry about.

“Sanchez I think,she came in late today in class and she sat right next to me and omg she was so beautiful, oh my God I think I'm in love already” Azzi excitedly explains her hand over her heart as she does so.

“Wait short, brown skinned, light eyes, curly hair, strong as fuck Nuveah?” Aubrey questions once more.

“Her hair was straight but everything else is right,” Azzi says, raising her eyebrow. Aubrey burst out laughing after Azzi confirmed her suspicions, she could see why Azzi would misinterpret Nuveah saying she hangs out with Paige as they were messing around.

“Stop laughing at me” Azzi mumbles growing increasingly annoyed with the girl.

“My bad, Paige and Nu-Nu aren't fucking they are homies, you ain’t got nothing to worry about” Aubrey says flashing a Azzi a smile reassuring smile. Hearing that Azzi stopped being annoyed and the frown on her face turned into a smile knowing that she still had a shot with the girl.

“Did you get her number?” Amari questions. Azzi’s smile instantly fades, being reminded that she didn't get the girl’s number,Azzi is determined to get it in the next class.

“No, but we have class again on Wednesday. I'll get it then,” Azzi says, hopeful and ready for when she sees Nuveah again.

Meanwhile Nuveah frantically pounded on her sister's dorm. Her sister’s roommate and fellow gymnast Jazmine opens the door with an attitude.

“Nuveah stop banging on the fucking door” Jazmine says as she swings open the door annoyed with Nuveah.

“Is Aniyah here?” Nuveah asks, ignoring Jazmine’s attitude.

Nuveah can’t stand the light skinned girl standing in front of her, she's bougie, judgmental, entitled and always has a shitty attitude. She was so mad when she found out she was Aniyah’s roommate whenever Jazmine is around Nuveah knows she’s gonna have a terrible time.

“She lives here right?” Jazmine asks Nuveah, rolling her eyes.

Nuveah's eyes narrowed and bit her tongue as she counted in her head from 50, she didn't want to disappoint her sister and break the promise she made to her sister to not argue with Jazmine.

“Can I come in, I need to talk to her bout some shit” Nuveah grumbles, looking at the ground ignoring Jazmine’s previous statement.

Jazmine rolls her eyes and opens the door wider letting the girl in the dorm room. Nuveah walks past Jazmine and the gymnast looks her up and down as she walks by which makes Nuveah feel a little self conscious.

“MoMo you dressed?” Nuveah questions walking inside of her sister's room.

“It don't matter bitch,you already in here” Aniyah says, pausing her TV show.

“Stop bitching” Nuveah says kissing her teeth

“What do you need, Pook?” Aniyah asks, whining as she does so.

“I met Azzi Fudd in class today , and I fucked up I need to know if I did something wrong” Nuveah stresses.

“Not you immediately fumbling a baddie” Aniyah teases, laughing slightly.

“Girl fuck you, can I tell you what happened or not”? Nuveah asks, growing annoyed with Aniyah.

“Go ahead Pook”Aniyah says, rolling her eyes.

“I was late to class, I sat next to Azzi and we talked for a little bit. I mentioned being friends with Paige. She then got quiet for the rest of class,” Nuveah explains.

“I mean y'all were in class, maybe she just wanted to pay attention” Aniyah says shrugging.

“Maybe,but she asked me if I hang out with Paige and when I said yeah a lot she stopped talking” Nuveah responds.

The way Azzi just turned away from her and stopped talking to her earlier really has her anxious. She swears she said something wrong, but if Aniyah says she didn't, she’ll believe it; she has way better judgment and social skills than her.

“Did you get her number Pook?” Aniyah questions softly.

Depending on her answer Aniyah can stop Nuveah from having a panic attack right now even if she didn't get the shooting guard’s number Aniyah has a back up plan that too also.

“No, I was overstimulated after class so I just got up and ran here, I fumbled, didn't I ?” Nuveah mumbles looking down at the floor.

“No Pook you didn't, just try to get her number next class” Aniyah says softly.

“Thank you MoMo,I genuinely don't know what I would do without” Nuveah says hugging Aniyah.

“That’s cute and I but I need to rant, are y'all done yet?”Jazmine questions looking down at her nails.

“Yeah, do you want me to leave or stay?” Nuveah asks, letting go of Aniyah and avoiding looking at Jazmine.

“I don't care, I just wanna talk about my sneaky link” Jazmine says flopping down on the bed.

“Girl, this is a twin sized bed, what are you doing?” Nuveah complains about the lack of space.

“If you have an issue, sit on the floor,” Jazmine huffs, rolling her eyes once more at the girl. She couldn't stand Nuveah, she always had something smart to say, she likes Aniyah though so she tried to not to argue with the girl. Nuveah immediately drops to the floor not wanting to be that close to Jazmine.

“Anyway, my sneaky link fucked me in the back of her car and, but this time we were outside her dorm building so anyone could've saw, I think I'm one step closer to meeting her teammates and roommates” Jazmine explains excitement etched on her face.

“That’s good boo,you still didn’t tell me what team she plays on” Aniyah says smiling. She didn't want to tell the girl that she sounds utterly insane, knowing Jazmine she probably wouldn't listen anyway.

“You sound delusional as fuck bro” Nuveah deadpans. She refused to lie to the girl like Aniyah does,she won't be feeding into Jazmine’s delusions any time soon.

“And you sound like a hating ass bitch” Jazmine snaps. She hates Nuveah’s attitude,she’s always negative and brings down the vibes in Jazmine’s opinion.

“Your mom is white isn't she” Nuveah states.

Aniyah sends a sharp look in Nuveah’s direction, with her sister’s lack of a filter and Jazmine’s smart mouth she can see Jazmine and Nuveah getting into a verbal altercation way sooner than later and she will be in the middle of it.

“What it was just a question” Nuveah says trying to hold in her laughter.

“I mean yeah,but what does that have to do with anything?” Jazmine questions her eyes, narrowing at Nuveah.

“Nothing continue,” Nuveah says, smirking.

“What team does she play on?” Aniyah questions once more.

“If I told you she wouldn't be a sneaky link, but we need to get you a boo, you see anyone here that you are attracted to” Jazmine asks.

“I mean not really, I've only been here for like a week but Paige Bueckers is cute as fuck” Aniyah says, her nose scrunching in the process.

“Mhm, don't go for her,” Jazmine says dismissively, waving her hand.

“Why?” Aniyah questions curiosity etched all over her face.

“She's a player, you're gonna get your heart broken, she's just not a good person to try to pursue something with” Jazmine dismisses once more.

“I mean it's not like I'm looking for some serious shit”Aniyah replies shrugging.

“Girl,just trust me she has a big ass roster she’s fucked more than half of the school,you don't wanna deal with that shit, get her outta your pretty little mind” Jazmine said tapping Aniyah's forehead lightly.

“How do you know?” Nuveah questions not liking that Jazmine is dragging her friend’s name through dirt.

“My friend sometimes deals with her” Jazmine dismisses, cutting her eyes over at Nuveah.

“What friend?” Nuveah questions one of her eyebrows raised.

“ Damn, You nosy as fuck”Jazmines complains looking over at Aniyah so she could to tell her sister to stop.

“I just don’t appreciate you lying on my friend like that, does she have a couple of girls she sleep with yes, but is she out here fucking half of school no” Nuveah says her nose flaring slightly.

“Since when have you been friends with Paige”? Jazmine questions her eyebrows raising in curiosity.

“And you said I was nosy” Nuveah responds laughing

“Answer the goddamn question Nuveah no one has time for your shit you always want to play around this is exactly why no one likes you” Jazmine says snapping at Nuveah.

“Since last year if you must know, I'm gonna head out though MoMo I'll see you later”Nuveah grumbled as she left the room.

“That wasn’t cool,when she calms down you owe her an apology” Aniyah says.

Nuveah doesn’t hear Jazmine’s response, but she's sure she's defending herself. Slamming the door on her way out, Nuveah makes her way to her dorm apartment, fuming. She wishes her sister had roomed with someone other than Jazmine. She's unsure if she could put up with her the entire school year; she will make Aniyah come to her place.

“Woah, what crawled up in your ass and died,” Nuveah’s best friend and roommate, Gia, asks after Nuveah slams the front door shut.

“Nothing I'm going in my room” Nuveah grumbles.

“Alright dude I'm here if you need me” Gia said knowing by the tone of her voice that Nuveah needs to be alone.

Flopping onto her bed, Nuveah’s thoughts are filled with Azzi and Jazmine. Eventually, as Nuveah calms down, her thoughts only contain Azzi. Wednesday couldn't come fast enough. Nuveah decides it's best to leave a note with her socials on it, knowing she won't be confident to ask the girl for hers. After gaming and watching TV, Nuveah finally lays down, hoping Tuesday would go by fast so she can see Azzi. After her nightly routine, Azzi lies in bed, slowly falling asleep. Nuveah is on her mind as she does so. Her dream is filled with Nuveah and the future she wishes she could have with her. Tuesday is a blur for both girls as they have practice and classes to keep their minds occupied.

Azzi woke up around 7 am, made her a protein shake, and carefully spent an hour and a half getting showered and dressed.

“I thought you said you had class” Paige states to the girl who is currently spraying perfume on herself.

“I do,” Azzi said, checking her outfit out in the mirror. “Then why are dressed like that?'' Paige questions, confused as to why she was wearing a white crop top and short shorts and sandals.

“I just want to,”Azzi replies, checking herself out one last time. Walking into the lecture hall Azzi sees Nuveah is already there saving a seat she assumes for her, it makes Azzi’s heart swell with pride.

“Hey” Nuveah says, removing her backpack from the seat next to her. She couldn't help but check Azzi,she looked so good Nuveah would be stupid not to catch a quick glance or two.

“Hey” Azzi responds with a smile gracing her features.

“How’d you sleep?” Nuveah questions.

“Good,you?” Azzi asks politely.

“Pretty good,” Nuveah responds. The duo are quiet for the rest of the class,and sure enough when class is dismissed Nuveah once again bolts out of class before Azzi can say a word to her. But this time left in her place is a piece of paper with her Instagram and finsta on it.

A short while later Nuveah receives a notification that almost causes her to scream in Gia’s ear

Azzi35 started following you

WhoisAzzi started following you

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Hey, this is my first time posting a story on Tumblr

criticism is more than welcomed

I hope y'all have a good day

#azzi fudd x reader #azzi fudd

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tamaruaart · 8 months ago

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The Vengeance AU

Hi y'all- okay so damn, I have been holding this one off for QUITE a while- I've had this idea in my head for a bit but I never made full AU out of it, but before that I guess I should give a "heads up" of sorts?

I already have a post about Zhao's family tree. And there you can see she had two siblings, Mao-Yin and Syaoran (who were actually twins)

Something I try to make clear is that Zhao (As well as Quanshuǐ and Yue) is not only an OC for Lego Monkie Kid, but also for the original Journey to the West book. Though her role is fairly minor. And in her JTTW book version a lot, and I mean a lot of things are different than in LMK.

Like for example in JTTW her orange hair was actually a punishment, while in LMK it's her natural hair color. Or how in JTTW Quanshuǐ was one of Zhao's temple maidens while she was still living with her family. And also in JTTW Mao-Yin and Pangfua (Zhao, Mao-Yin and Syaoran's mother) committed a suicide in a river while in LMK they just kinda disappeared.

(However all of the JTTW lore about Zhao and her family is canon in LMK in this AU)

I'm trying to write LMK!Zhao as if she was an actual LMK character. I'm changing things I think the actual writers would have changed to fit the tone of the show.

One thing to mention in the JTTW version is that Zhao's brother Syaoran was actually killed via homicide by a few soldiers, and there's a lot to say about that but I'm not going to get into it (this is changed in LMK where he's still alive). Anyways, in JTTW he had a child with one of Zhao's late flower maidens who's name was Měi Lán.

The child's name was Yuǎn'ān (far & safe/far from danger). Basically at the end of jttw yadayadayada zhao wukong argue wukong kill zhao yadayadayada yuǎn sad and angy. And that's basically his JTTW lore /j

He's honestly such a minor character I don't think he would appear in LMK at all. He probably wouldn't even be a canon LMK character at that-

But then I was having a brain rot and thought "What if I made an AU where Yuǎn'ān is a canon LMK character and he was a villain trying to kill MK as revenge so that Wukong can feel the pain of having to lose someone so close to him. Because he knows he can't harm Wukong as Wukong is immortal... but MK isn't" ?

And now we're here! So, enough chitter chatter time for Yuǎn'ān!

(He takes after his father. A LOT. Also if you point out how wonky the feet look I'm throwing you into the dumpster)

General Premise:

In the vengeance AU Yuǎn'ān is one of the main villains. In short, word got around about a certain "Monkie Kid" and a certain "White Tiger" heard about it. He could never forgive Sun Wukong for what he did, but even then he can't do anything to Wukong because he's immortal. Unfortunately, or well, fortunately in Yuǎn's case... The Monkie Kid isn't immortal. Forever grieving the petty loss of his aunt, he sets out to "get rid" of MK, and maybe then Wukong will finally know what it feels like to lose someone oh so dear... Or maybe, just maybe.. he already knows?

Personally:

Yuǎn'ān is... Not exactly an optimist to say the least. He's extremely devoted, salty (this whole ass AU is just him holding a grudge) and a biiiittttttttt passive aggressive. You could say he's a sort of He-Wolf. Also he's a literal copy and paste of his father smh (ironic 'cause he never even met him-).

Not to mention stubborn, oh my god this man listens to no one-

However, deep down he doesn't have the guts to kill someone, like he could definitely injure you (he's got the hunting spirit after all) but not... To exactly murder a person.

Yet, only destiny will determine if he'll end up listening to his gut, or to his head...

Anyways, this is cringe but idc TRIVIA TIME MOTHERFUCKER >:D

Q&As:

How old is he?

Ageless. But mentally I'd say around his early twenties (Maybe 23-24)

Are Quan and Yue also going to be in the AU?

Quanshuǐ doesn't appear in the AU. Yue exists but we don't really see him.

Does Yuǎn have orbs for hands?

No I was just being lazy when I drew him :(

Did his earrings belong to Zhao?

Yeah :)

What are his pronouns and sexuality?

He's demisexual and pan, pronouns are he/him

Any funfacts about his appearance?

He gets his eyes and freckles from Zhao. And his hair is from his father

I don't see his freckl-

LOOK CLOSELY AT HIS FACE AND SHOULDERS.

Are any canon key events and characters changed/removed in the AU? And when does Yuǎn'ān appear?

No. No events nor canon characters are removed. Yuǎn gets foreshadowed sometime during the end of season 2. Then he gets fully revealed in season mid-season 3 and starts his whole "IM GOING TO FUCKING KILL Y-" thing.

Will he be redeemed?

We'll see. (probably-)

Does he have any OC x Canon parings?

For now, no. And honestly I'm not planning on any because I don't exactly see him as the romantic type. I'm open if any of my tumblr friends/moots would be interested in Oc x Oc crackships with him tho, heheh! 👀

Can he also heal like Zhao can?

Eh, I'm still debating but probably not

Will you be posting a lot about this AU?

Probably not a lot. But I'm sure you'll get some content of it from time to time.

Why is he so salty??

That's just the way he was born man 😔

Anyways, yeah! That's basically it, thank you for reading! If you have any questions about this mf feel free to ask :D

Ba-byeeeeeee

#lmk oc; zhao #lmk oc #lego monkie kid #tam rambles #lego monkie kid oc #lmk oc; Yuǎn'ān #Lmk Vengeance AU #Aghh that's such a cringy name #I couldn't care less though #monkie kid oc #lmk #My art

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taegularities · 3 months ago

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My rant about CMI 13🥰

Hiii Rid, I just finished catching up with CMI and pls I loved it so much. Reading the 2 chapters gave me so much comfort. I really needed it so I am very grateful for you and your writing. I am happy I found you! The whole hometown arc was AMAZING! I think this chapter was my favorite of all time. I loved how jk‘s mom and his brother were so welcoming and nice. 😭 Ria is such a sweetheart I loved her! And it was so interesting to see how the jealousy slowly grew from the beginning of the chapter and later exploded at the wedding. I personally loved the bicycle + strawberry plucking scene and the fountain +gift scene the most! It was so heartwarming and so fluffy. Their love is so pure and innocent like it makes you wonder if a love like this truly exists and if it does how lucky they are to have it.🥹 I wrote many things down for this chapter so I am having troubles typing it down LMAO. But the whole NARA situation goddamn it was so good, like I am a sucker for drama so it was chefs kiss. Oc‘s overthinking and her insecurities were portrayed so well, I could feel everything she felt and this shows how great of a writer you are! I am happy Nara spoke to Oc at the end and that they both cleared the air. I also felt a little sad for Nara cuz it’s hard growing up with your first love and yk growing apart and breaking up with the one you thought was the one for you… but tbh I am glad the Nara plot ends here cuz I love my girlie Oc. THO I must say I am interested in Nara‘s life like what she does and who she will meet and fall in love with. She deserves all the happiness cuz she seems like a nice and kind person. LET‘S GET TO THE MAIN TOPIC THO! HIS FATHER! He is such a freaking jerk! Jk didn’t deserve this at all like no one does… poor guy… The fight between jk and his father was soooo damn intense. I stopped breathing while reading. I am happy tho that he realized his mistakes and will work to better himself. It was DAMN late but at least better late than never. But it will understandably take jk a long time to process this and (maybe) forgive him. He deserves so much better… I LOVED how Oc supported and him while he broke down and confronted the jerk of a father. She is really an Angel. You did our boy Christian dirty tho LMAO (The smut was amazing as always🤭) BUT YK WHAT BROKE ME ? THIS:

“But even though you colour in all the spots in his room—

You think that in turn, he colours in every patch of your soul.“

This owned my heart right there and made me tear up. Thank you for your hard work! Sorry that this got so long.💜

NAWH and i'm happy you found me and have become my friend, too <3 oh gosh, your fav chapter ever?? that's a huge thing for me – i'd been planning it for so long and genuinely loved writing it, so this means a lot, love. with the jealousy as its key part and then things resolving, i was so curious what y'all would say lmao and the reactions to cmi13 were just what i wanted and needed.

i bet a love like this exists somewhere… things might seem hopeless at times, but we deserve this, too, so let's keep hoping and manifest the words i write into reality. also, i am so happy you could view the nara situation from all perspectives. like yeah, the whole thing was intense, but honestly, i feel a bit sorry for her, too? after all, jk wasn't just her boyfriend in the past, he was her friend as well. so to lose all that, even though she's moved on, must sting at least a bit. hmmm, maybe i'll elaborate on nara's life someday!! good point hehe.

NAWH THE FIGHT THO… i was holding my breath writing it, and idc if it's my characters, i was very happy jk flipped like this :') oc will always be there for him. let's hope that the only way's up. jksfnksf i know i did christian so fkn dirty, but i had no choice 🤣 maybe i should write original ian fic someday and give him the affection he deserves lmao

the last line… yeah– that's all i'll say. just yeah :') sigh. thank you for always reading bby <3 i will always wait for you, so don't stress yourself about getting to a chapter at all. i'm just so thankful for this msg <3

#notes for rid 🌹#bora <3 #fic: colour me in

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star-fandoms · 4 months ago

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The demons took hold of me again

The "demons" being Sally Face... SIGH!! I was OBSESSED with this game in late middle school early high school, and now I'm back baby. Crazy what seeing fanart will do. ANYWAYS!! time to introduce my babeyyyyy

Here are "refs" cause i know these don't exactly count, but eh, i dont like drawing feet/shoes! ANYWAYS!! Slight Sal redesign, I'll probably end up putting him in whatever emo ass fit honestly. Anyways I love cute fashion sooooo obvs had to make my girl cute asf. It's kind of a gap moe moment with her cause my girl has seen the horrors(like literally ANY other of my ocs honestly)

QUICK NOTE ON SAL'S REDESIGN!! The original design is fine, I'm not "fixing" the design or anything, it was simply for fun, I wanted to see him in more emo fashion and thought it fit and looked good! The necklace he's wearing is actually a locket! I can see him having a little picture of all his friends close to his heart(SOBBING ONE SEC) I might also put Sal in gothic and scene outfits eventually as well, I actually thought about giving him scene coontails on the two little front sections!

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Not a super organized outfit, but they don't care, they like their outfit

Emo ass outfits

Prob graphic design tee, I just didn't want to draw it.

Literally will never grow again, wears platforms tho(Note: With platforms on, she's 5'3)

More organized fashion, honestly wears a lot of different styles(Note: usually seen in cute, comfy clothes, but also can wear emo outfits, clowncore, really anything honestly, she likes a lot of different styles!)

Her name is Jellie, not really, but she doesn't really remember her name. The gang picked it out for her(in which they simply asked her what she likes and she said "jellyfish" and they went "okay, Jellie for short" and she's sported the name since) She doesn't live in Addison apartments, but she lives close by enough to walk and occasionally would sleep in Larry's treehouse when she got kicked out(which eventually they offer her a place to stay when that happens)

She's known of Sal since the first day of school for him after moving, and the rest of the cast(Larry, Todd, Ashley, and Travis(and some other Sally Face oc's of mine that are still in the works)) for even longer, however she never had the courage to really talk to them. She doesn't know how to make friends or talk to people and instantly assumes that she'll just be a burden and annoy them and that they'll all hate her. She's also a stickler for rules and is horrified of being late or doing anything to get in trouble, she states that "she'll never get to college and that the teachers will tell her to kill herself" if she's late for even a minute. She's usually pretty stoic or straight up freaking out and muttering self deprecating thoughts.

TW: SELF HARM SCARS!! (not realistic)GORE!!

HERES SOME EXTRA INFO ABOUT JELLIE!!(based off of the doodles)

She cuts, a LOT!! She literally hates herself so much and does a lot of harmful things to her body. She just goes in when she cuts, she doesn't think about placement or how deep she goes, as long as she bleeds and feels pain(please don't cut and get help in you can if you struggle with suicidal thoughts)

She really REALLY like horror and doesn't react much when she watches scary stuff. Not that it existed at the time, but she could handle those 50/50 challenges EASILY!! Girl watches a lot of true crime and goes digging for shit, she straight up just looks up images of dead people(she realizes how fucked up this is in the future)

Literally awful at smiling, you can TELL she has not smiled in a bit. She could be genuinely happy and still would not be able to smile normally. It also hurts her because she doesn't use her face muscles often(hardly spoke for years, only eats dinner, doesn't smile) It is something that gets better in the future, but the cries whenever she laughs!

The way she stares at people creeps them out, she's often bullied for it(amongst a shit ton of other things) She does NOT realize she does this or that it's creepy, she continues to do this even in the future LOL!! Also she's not mad, this is just how she stares at people

If she gets forced to live another life, she wants to be reborn as a Jellyfish. She really, REALLY loves the ocean and aquatic animals!

She has hallucinations and visions(like how Sal has visions) however, she cannot tell the difference between the two. It's easy to tell from an outside perspective when she has visions though because she gets nosebleeds every time and occasionally passes out(the passing out gets worse the older she gets and the more frequent the visions become) She refuses to tell her friends though because she's so happy she finally has friends and is worried that they will be weirded out by them

Finally! Just some art i did of 16 year old Sal and Jellie, it took forever and my hand and wrist are sore(i've just been drawing and writing nonstop for the past week anyways so oh well LOL, the carpal tunnel bouta go CRAZY! Cant wait to get another ganglion cyst) but it was worth it, they are worth it. Anyways! The scenario was that Jellie was hiding from her bullies(idk some random ass background ocs i made for SF) however Sal wasn't expecting Jellie to hide behind him, much less wrap her arms around him. Erm ^^ they cute or whatever

#Sally Face #SF #Sal Fisher #Jellie #Sally Face oc #Tried a new rendering style #i like it!#esp the hair LOL #Sal x Jellie #Im really bad at those fun ship names but im thinking catmask #or maybe thats dumb asf LMAO #Also they both totally have a crush on each other at the time #Jellie is just unaware of it and Sal is embarrassed by it #Jellie also thinks Sal has a crush on Ashley for literally the longest time #id even go till Sal's execution for angst purposes but i also wanna draw Sal and Jellie dating soooo #im not sure yet LOL #Also I have Jellie's story i just dont wanna write that out

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runawaymun · 10 months ago

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If no one else has asked yet - I need to know about "MGME except it’s my OC from my sci fi novel."

This is just a really intriguing concept!

AHHHHHH yes I was really hoping someone would ask about this. While I love all my OCs obvi this one is my big blorbo from this particular project.

Ask me about my not-yet-written-fics from this list

MGME except it's my OC from my sci fi novel

so, this OC is very much Elrian coded. Or rather, she's a very similar character, I guess? That was actually one of my concerns while writing Stars -- to make them two distinctly different characters.

she comes from a very similar background to Elrian actually, just in a sci fi context and from a very different cultural set.

The other important thing to note here is that my sci fi has fantasy elements, and the OC's main culture is polytheistic. Her specific house worships a deity that's meant to grant immortality and prophetic dreams -- at great cost.

This OC has a lot of prophetic dreams.

Unlike Elrian, she does not have an Elrond figure to help her get out of her shithole of a life. She has to do that all by herself.

But of course I got to thinking haha what if she had Elrond.

And then I was like--- hold on, wait a second.....wait.... what if...

The main isekai force here are her dreams. I'm thinking like, her actual physical self is retained in her world but she gets transported into Middle Earth

Language barrier obvs because I'm a sucker for language barriers.

Elladan and Elrohir find her and are like "???? random???? woman/young girl (I have not decided at what point in her life she gets transported. The book series follows her life from about the age of fourteen up until her late thirties. My one stipulation is that she probably needs to have zero of her kids that she has yet). Anyway Elladan and Elrohir don't speak her language obvs and she's just like "well this is a werd af dream what the fuck."

They figure if anyone will know what she's speaking or at least what language root it is, their dad will.

So off to Rivendell they go.

(There is an alternate version of this actually because I can't decide between the two of her getting transported to the second age and having a much younger Elrond -- and this being set in Lindon and Gil-Galad's court, which I think would play off of this OC's backstory in very interesting ways....)

let's go with that because it's more interesting. The only further fun part of the Rivendell branch is just more of SOL and the weird dream back-and-forth.

But there are several cultural misunderstandings that can actually come from her being in Lindon around Gil-Galad because she comes from a god-king culture (and is, in fact, a crucial member of her particular god-king's household who is, you guessed it, striving for immortality and has so far succeeded. This is like.... a numenor situation? basically? I think that's the closest comparable situation).

I do love the idea of younger Elrond trying so very hard to learn her language and connect with her and figure out where tf she belongs.

And basically, when she goes to sleep in her world she's transported to middle earth, and when she goes to sleep in middle earth she wakes up in her world

And there's just this awful back and forth and it's very jarring and hard on her because her life in her world fucking sucks

And honestly I would love for her to find a way to stay in Middle Earth.

But basically it's an excuse for some magic, and my good ol fav trope of 'healing from trauma and learning to trust' -- and also I feel like once she and Elrond get to a point where they're able to speak in a broken mish-mosh of each other's languages there's potential for her to absolutely spill her guts because she still thinks this is a dreamscape.

which is great for her because this character is INCREDIBLY angry and INCREDIBLY traumatized and she bottles up all of her emotions.

I have not worked out how I get her to stay in middle earth though. That's the problem. Unless she makes some kind of deal with the Valar or something idk?

I am probably not explaining this well this one is soooo vague. It mostly consists of conversations between this OC and Elrond and a heck of a lot of cultural miscommunication and assumptions about things.

but she would hate Gil-Galad she would hate him sooooo much haha

poor Elrond trying to explain that Gil-Galad is actually really cool and not a god-king wtf

also there's that fun aspect of like. The house she works for is attempting to achieve immortality at any cost (and murdering a fuck ton of people to do it) and THESE people are immortal???????? Who did YOU guys murder to do it?????? hello?????

I'm rambling.

Thank you for coming to my incredibly nebulous "there's no plot here" tedtalk.

In conclusion

#the sci fi project #you guys don't understand how much I love this character #I can't even articulate it well #she winds up killing a god

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synthwavecryptid · 1 month ago

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twenty? try one hundred hugs!! one hundred hugs for lifeline!! ur so right he needs to be aggressively taken care of. going a bit insane on li seemingly never reaching a breaking point and then someone starts taking care of him and gives him a safe place and suddenly one death undoes him as he falls apart in those arms holding him close...

also also. i need storytime!! how did lifeline get his name? what were the circumstances? have you thought about it yet?

ALSO HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

imagine lifeline working through the day and not resting even though many troopers are taking part in some festivities bc he has a patient to take care of, but the patient is sleeping - but li refuses to stop checking, trying to see if there's anything that could help improve the trooper's condition (let's say a major injury, and the trooper's now on a morphine-induced sleep. they're barely holding on). and THEN. someone enters the medbay. "li, come on. you've done all you can. rest for a bit." hands on li's shoulders, one of them coming up to his neck, feeling the tension in li's muscles. carefully cupping his cheek, leading him to a keldabe kiss. feeling li tense still, until he lets out a breath and his body relaxes under the touch of another. "i can't". li whispers it with his eyes closed, taking the comfort for one fucking second. "captain's orders." a soft exhale. almost a tired chuckle. "bastard." they embrace tenderly. just for a minute. "i can't." he repeats. a hand gripping li's neck tightly. "okay." resigned, but also - determined. "okay." defeated. "i'll stay with you, then."

like. what if, u know. i have no idea who you wanna ship him with or if it's a completely qp arrangement or if they're just vode or what else. but. please someone needs to be tender with him ;;

i am sorry your oc has taken over my brain. literally fell in love with lifeline i am now attached. my feelings were compromised. i may also be hungover. maybe still a bit drunk. wow i do love lifeline. sorry. tell me off if i'm like. bothering u idk. lifeline my beloved

anyways i hope things go well at bsky for you!! may you feel free to also rant on here. i am Old i do not know more than this hellish website. i tried truly but anything else gives me the hives ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

HAPPY 2025 MAY THE NEW YEAR BRING YOU HAPPINESS HEALTH AND LOTS OF MOTIVATION TO DRAW YOUR OCS!! may it also continue giving you clone brainrot pls & thank you

AAAA HAPPY NEW YEar I’M SO SORRY ON THE ANSWER DELAY ON THIS ONE omg but pls never apologize for going bananas bonkers over my boys, it’s so so sweet and flattering and I’m delighted by it

Li deserves all the nice things honestly, if only he’d let himself have them for longer than fiVE FUCKIN MINUTES!!

Also regarding his name, he was actually a bit late to the name party and didn’t get one until after his assignment posting. I’ll put it under a cut because oops it got long and oops it’s also a little gruesome

He was always meant for the medic track, and was trained specifically for emergency and trauma surgery because of his focused nature and ability to keep calm under extreme duress. A few back-to-back campaigns in, he was already known for pulling off a few impressive saves, but names just weren’t sticking to him. Miracle and Quiet came the closest, but didn’t entirely fit. He actually continuously shot down Miracle himself, as he felt it set an impossible precedence; he’s not divine, just a man devoted to his calling and to doing right by his vode.

But a particularly brutal campaign saw him promoted and deployed planetside early in the push to replace one of the field medics when he was KIA.

Our boy continued to pull off incredible—sometimes borderline impossible—saves, pulling the lucky ones back from the brink of death and soothing the unlucky ones too far gone. Few vode move quite as fast as him when he’s being hailed for a man down.

The most marked instance was during the retreat, when he refused to leave a brother behind despite being damn near bisected by a bomb. With the assistance of two others and some scrap as a makeshift gurney, he held the vod’s intestines in with his own hands and talked to him the entire time to mitigate shock. He didn’t leave that vod’s side all the way through transport back to the venator, to med bay, to anesthesia. He performed the surgery himself, supervised the bacta tank dunk, and was there when the vod—one of the battalion’s captains—woke up again. When asked if he’d worked so hard for a save because of rank, he said, “Respectfully, no, sir. I would have done the same for a trooper. Each life is important to me.”

Which lead the captain to laugh (and wince) and reply, “Not as important as you are to us. Our very own life-line whenever death calls.”

And our medic, exhausted from nearly 72 hours awake and still managing a sweet little smile, humble and pleased, “I quite like being a life-line, sir.”

And thus, Li got his name 😌

(This also carried over to when he started taking up mortician duties on the ship, because he couldn’t abide his fellow vode being treated like broken equipment. He wanted them to be treated with care, respect, and dignity even in death. To do right by them, even if he couldn’t save them. Perhaps especially if he couldn’t save them. He’s the life line that keeps them tethered to the world, and the last line of life to let them go.)

#ask a cryptid #MY ANGEL IN THE MORGUE #he can compartmentalize fairly well like any good medic but he still holds each loss in his bottomless heart #compassion for the ages with a ancient sadness to match #the kind of sadness you only see on church angels and graveyard statues

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callsigndreadfrost · 6 months ago

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I said I was gonna talk about this so here I am, talking about it.

As of late I've been putting Angelus in a very different light. More confident, stronger (in every sense of the word), more outgoing and taking more charge and most notable not as depressive. If you've noticed (or not) since the beginning or better said the remaking of my blog I'd always tag Angelus in the most depressive posts I came across and anything depression related was instantly tagged under his tag. Any time I wrote him he was this ball of depression and anxiety but for a while now I've been changing it up especially in the AUs and they've been slowly bleeding into the Oracle version.

We're not gonna get into it here but that guy did not have an easy start to his life. He himself says his life started the second Jelani carried him out of that makeshift grave and with good reason. Lately though he's kind of changed, from being really meek and super quiet and unsure of himself to outgoing, loud and his depression has taken a backseat to the point where he even forgets it's a thing. Yeah, he has moments like with any life long illness but for the most part you can say he's beaten his demons down.

Like I said some time ago, this story I'm planning will have him meet a specific person that will add even more to his recovery. That person will actually help both him and Jelani with their internal turmoils (Angelus with being a Crossed Breed and Jelani with being the Arch-Maker).

I've never mentioned this but all werewolf breed names are kind of based on traits whether physical or something they've done.

Silver sights = their eyes glow silver and they have a bit of an ability to kind of hypnotize their prey for a few seconds (I never said any of it was clever ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭)

Mist walkers = have a bit of a passive ability to "conjure" mist and fog as a way to blen in during the hunt.

Howling ghosts = their howls can momentarily cause their prey to freeze in fear.

Stalkers = their name comes from their ability to move almost completely silently and really fast.

And then there's the Crossed breed...it was meant as an insult. You cross a Howling Ghost with a Stalker and you get a breed that's crossed. A mutt. A mongrel. A cur. You get the idea. Not a nice name but it stuck and Angelus had to live with it. Aleksey tried to squash the use of that name but even someone as influential as he couldn't stop it. At some point Angelus stopped caring and kinda did the whole "reclaim it" deal but when people wanna be hateful they will absolutely try their hardest.

In the story (I can type again lol) this person, a nature goddess, who also holds the moniker of "Mother of werewolves" isn't exactly thrilled about the name so she herself names his breed, she'd spread her influence and make it stick. She's an interesting individual, I should talk about her sometime. I've been sitting on this for weeks because I wanted something fitting and that I liked. Eventually I settled on Moonborne. So as soon as I finish said story I'll be changing the info everywhere to match the canon events tied to it. Tbh I myself am gonna start using Moonborne from now on outside of stories before this specific story.

Meeting and talking to said individual will affect both Angelus and Jelani positively and would eventually help Angelus further, at this point he was already overcoming his depression but meeting her would help further. Not to take away credit from him, you know, he struggled and was beat down but ultimately he was the one that managed to get himself out of the shit.

Honestly I just think it was high time I evolved him past the "depressed kid of the group" and let him come out of his shell. It also works to help me as well. There's a teensy tiny detail about Angelus that I have only mentioned once but it's why he is so very important to me and why he was the very first OC I made. Both he and I have grown and changed a lot since his inception when I was 14 and I think he deserves better. Both of us are still wounded and we may have our lows but yeah, I think he deserves his highs more than his lows.

Don't get me wrong he's still a lil ball of rage, fury and anger but just not as depressed lol.

#Angelus tag #Oracle Corp #Oracle Corp tag

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spacemonkeysalsa · 7 months ago

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Posting this for a little accountability as I'm drawing more lately, but still feeling pretty reluctant to share anything. I tried to challenge myself by doing a bit more with lightning, and by drastically changing the references I was using, but then I also gave myself a break by making sure their hands and feet are bare, because I really like drawing hands and feet.

This is Cherry & Vovka (Vovka appears in chapter 19 of Appetites), my newest OCs, on the day they met, and he became her patron, some years before their Bg3 adventure and here's them in game after they've had a few years to become besties:

On the one hand, I need to stop making new tavs and new playthroughs, on the other hand NO

But, can I at least? stop? making?

pink ?

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tiefling ?

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warlocks ?

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? Also no.

So, Vovka is in my fic Appetites, though that story takes place in a totally different universe than this playthrough, because he and Cherry definitely didn't get kidnapped by mindflayers in the backstory of Appetites; they were both far, far away from all that nonsense. But I wanted to play a game in the universe where Cherry did get snatched up by the mindflayers while minding her own business in Baldur's Gate. On the ship, she called on her patron to come rescue her. Vovka appeared right away, but didn't rescue her, instead, he also got infected. Oops.

Vovka doesn't join up with the rest of the party fully though. Having a cambion around narrows your options, because it's so common to just attack them on sight, so when he does join the rest of the party, he's usually using a disguise self spell unless they are looking for a fight anyway.

Instead of trapsing around the sword-coast, looking for healers, Vovka is checking with his contacts in the hells, trying to find out more information and bringing Cherry aid (modded items, mostly) when he can manage it. He's also a bit a lot though, usually encouraging her to make less morally upright choices, and often screwing things up in his attempts to help. But like. He's honestly trying. He's just not emotionally equipped for this, and needs a lot of patience, which luckily, Cherry has. They met when they were both still pretty young. In Appetites, his human half-sister sister Isolde tells the story of him getting kicked out of the house when he was thirteen and how she hasn't seen him since. Basically, Vovka was a street child for a few hours, before he got in trouble with the law right quick, but he was disguised as a human at the time, so instead of killing him on the spot, he was arrested.

Cherry was also arrested that day, because she got caught pickpocketing, and she thought her life was over. It probably would have been fine, she hadn't successfully stolen anything, the guards were just holding her overnight to teach her a lesson, and also being a bit racist which made her nervous.

And that's what the scene I'm depicting is supposed to be. He removed his human disguise and approached her in their shared cell, proposing that they escape.

Vovka gathered that this tiefling girl had a family and siblings and parents who cared about her. And that she had a safe place to stay once she was released, so he manipulated her into a pact so that the two of them could get out together, in hopes that her family would take care of him too.

This might have actually worked, except that using his cambion nature and making a pact with someone, for the first time ever, reminded his fiend parent that he existed, so right after their jailbreak, mama succubus promptly came and took him back to the hells for proper programing and cambion education.

He and Cherry stayed pretty tight in the years that followed though. She's his only warlock and with everything in hell being shit, and with Cherry being so young and in his mom's words "completely useless as an asset" their pact wasn't interfered with or altered in any way. Instead, it afforded him opportunities to sneak off and hang out with her when things in hell got to be too much. "I need to check in with my warlock" is one of the few excuses he ever had to not be around for horrible hellscape shinanigans. Cherry got a lot of shit from her family about taking a pact with a half-fiend (not as much as Wyll, obviously, but like she was for sure grounded for a full year) and she refused to actually use her powers for a long time. She was embarrassed and mad at herself for panicking and making the deal in that moment of weakness, and she was mad at Vovka too, though she does come to see his side of things as they spend more time together, and ultimately admits that she's pretty lucky to have a patron who is so chill and so low maintenance. Also, she's had numerous opportunities to forsake the pact, but won't do it, because in the end, she actually does like being a warlock and has a strange feeling that the power will come in handy some day. Besides that, she's also worried that if she does forsake the pact, she'll probably just never see Vovka again.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 ocs #bg3 oc art #bg3 oc thoughts #bg3 oc rp #oc artwork #ada draws

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rjmartin11 · 10 months ago

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Earth Angel, Heavenly Boy Part 3

Pairing: Angel!Elvis & OC!black!female

Summary: After a nearly fatal car accident, a mysterious man saved the life of a young woman who believes the young man is more than what he seems.

Word Count:???

Warnings: Slowburn, talks about God, Biblical stuff like angels, demons, the devil, spirituality, and realism.

Author's Notes: Welcome to Part Three. Bring a little religion in here. I hope that's okay. I'm an open Christian, meaning I gladly speak on God. Elvis was an open Christian, which I find sexy as all get out. As beautiful as he was, he could have been a narcissist, vain, boastful, arrogant, exectra. But he was humble. There's nothing more sexy than a humble man. At least, in my opinion. 😊😊😊

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・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・🪽・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

Noel was silent on the drive home. She contemplates her life, and all she can do is remain quiet.

"Nole?" Trish asks. "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah."

"What do you want to eat?"

Noel turns to look at Trish and says, "Everything that I've denied for the last two years of this diet. I want burgers and fries and hot dogs and fried chicken and cake and brownies! I've only lost his forty pounds, and I work myself to the bone to make ends meet! I want to go to Italy and eat pizza and pasta and gelato. I wanna drink wine and rum and vodka!"

"Nole! Take a breath!" Trish says.

Noel takes a breath, and the flood gates open. Everything she's holding in comes out all at once. Having a death experience puts a lot in perspective for a woman who had very little.

"Nole, breathe. Take a deep breath and breathe," Trish says. "It's late, but I'll get you something good to eat."

It's fifteen minutes after one in the morning. Trish was able to find an old Mom and Pop restaurant open late. They order up chicken alfredo, spaghetti with meatballs, salad with the fixings, and a large pizza with a bottle of red wine.

By the time they get to her house, Noel and Trish unpack the car and head into Noel's apartment. Noel is thrilled to be home after a long, exhausting day. She's been faithful to her diet, but she needs a cheat day.

They set up her dining table with on the food, grab some plates, and wine glasses. The next thing Noel does is pour herself a glass of wine. Then Noel and Trish begin to indulge quietly in their dinner. Noel eats her dinner like it's going to disappear before she's done.

"Nole, slow down," Trish says.

"Sorry," Noel says, a mouth full of pizza. "I missed this type of cuisine."

Noel sips her wine and thinks about Dr. Elvis Carpenter. What he said about calling him. She was going to need someone to speak to about her issues. She held her glass to her lips.

"Penny for your thoughts, Nole?" Trish says. "I know this is a dumb question to ask, but are you okay?"

"Trish, did you know that the guy who hit me was in the ICU?"

"No, I didn't."

"I kept hearing them say that I shouldn't have survived the crash. I should be dead. They questioned how I'm still here... I know I should be dead. I was dead, Trish." Noel takes another sip from her glass.

"I'm sure you were just terrified, Trish."

"You said you saw my car? How bad was it? Honestly."

Trish looks her in the eyes but remains silent. She can't look in Noel's eyes for long, knowing the truth.

"Your silence speaks volumes."

"Nole... your car was totaled. It flipped over several times, it seemed. All the windows were shattered. There was blood on the driver's side, and a part of the driver's seat was crushed." Trish pauses at the mere thought of it all.

"Physically, you shouldn't be here drinking wine with me. It's theoretically impossible! But here you are without anything close to a scratch on you. Nole, you know I'm not really into the Christian stuff because I'm a realist, but the best word to describe this situation is..."

"Miracle," Noel whispers.

Trish tears up at the word.

"Yeah, Nole. It's a miracle that you're still here. I thought I lost my best friend."

Noel puts down her glass, stretching her arm across the small table to Trish. Trish takes her hand gratefully. A forever bond could have been broken tonight. Some bonds are stronger than others. It's a funny thing how one life can touch so many other lives.

"I love you, Nole."

"I love you too, Trish," Noel says. "I'm not planning on going anywhere for a while. I believe God wants me here just a bit longer."

"Maybe I'll go to church with you on Sunday," Trish said.

"You know, I've been doing bedside Baptist for a while. But I will go back. I think my guardian angel wants me to."

"Guardian angel?"

"Yes. I believe I was saved by an angel. As I woke up, I saw a pair of blue eyes... I believe. Then I fell asleep again."

"You shouldn't go to work tomorrow, Nole," Trish says. "You really need a break."

"I know. I wish I got a doctor's note," Noel said, putting her hand into her scrub pocket.

She feels around for a moment and realizes there's paper in her pocket. She remembered Dr. Carpenter gave her his card, but she didn't recall him giving her a doctor's excuse from work.

"Whoa..."

"Is that a doctor's note?" Trish asks.

"I believe it is. Now, all I have to do is text my boss about what happened."

"Was it that sexy doctor I saw with you?"

Noel cuts her eyes at Trish. Of course, she recognized that Elvis was gorgeous. It was undeniable, but he was out of her league.

"I believe it was Dr. Carpenter. It's his signature," Noel said.

"Dr. Carpenter? Did he give you his first name?"

"Yeah. It's Elvis, but I don't have time."

"If the accident has proven anything tonight, it's we don't have all the time in the world, Nole! Did he give you his number?" She asks Noel.

"Yes, on the professional basis that he analyzes me and sees that I'm okay. Not that way, Trish."

Noel had other things on her mind. She had this sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She didn't want to lie to her boss, but she felt the boss wouldn't be understanding at the situation. It would be one thing if she was in the hospital banged up from the accident. But she came out untouched. Her car is totaled, and she needs to make plans for a loaner vehicle to get from place to place. But if she feels great, she should go to work. She'll worry about it in the morning. Not now.

"Do you need company?" Trish asks.

"I'm fine. You go home. Thank you for bringing me home and picking up dinner. I appreciate it more than you know, Trish."

"You're my best friend. If you need it, you got it. I know you're proud, but I'm here for you. Plus, you had a rough day."

"Yeah."

Noel and Trish kiss each other's cheeks and hug before Trish heads out on her way home. Noel tells her to drive safely and locks the door behind her.

Noel takes this time to clean up the table and put her leftovers in the fridge. Trish bought her enough food to last her the rest of the week. She was grateful for that. She finishes up her glass of wine and gets ready to shower.

When she sits in bed, Noel's mind is still running wild for the evening's events. She doesn't know how to slow her thoughts down. She gets herself a bottle of water and brings it back to her room. She takes a sip, turns out the light, and gets into the bed, resting her body. She closes her eyes and tries to sleep.

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