#my ocs: adonis

[thelurchinghound]

Midnight snack

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Gender: Tiefling! FTM reader

Kinks/Warnings: Non-con, dacryphilia, eating out, fingering. Words like cunt, pussy, clit, etc used for the reader. Mentions of death.

A/n: Ah love my evil cowboy guy, he's so silly. Sorry if this is shit cuz I wrote this at like 1 in the morning on no sleep and a dream. Felt like I should fed y'all or something. THERE ARE MINOR SPOILERS FOR BG3 ACT 1.

| OC(s) used: Adonis 'Half-Elf' | Words: 876 | Proofread? No | NSFW |

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The smell of blood lingered in the grove after the slaughter of the tieflings and druids. Bodies of all sizes lay in piles of blood, bile by some. Goblin shouts echo in victory, looting the wooden trunks and grabbing all the beer they can. Though, Adonis didn't even glance at them. A sneer of dark satisfaction on his lips as his foot made a sickening crunch to the tiefling's head. Killing it if it wasn't dead already. His foot plants on their chest, and with a rough yank, he pulls his long sword from their stomach. Clearing the weapon of its gruesome traces on their shitty rags that they used to call clothes.

"Pity, so young, so stupid," he grumbled in a low voice to himself, his tone holding no remorse for the young tiefling. With a grunt, he stretches out, turning to talk to Minthara. The flick of a tail out of the corner of his eye drew his focus. Now that made his eyebrow quirk, a devilish smile gracing his plump lips. It seems the lucky ring he pried from that bratty kid's hands did work after all. He strolled towards the barrel, both hands on the hilt of his sword. His leather boots squelch in the bloody mud.

Adonis didn't even give you a chance to struggle, plead, or try and shove him away. His bloody fist twisted the collar of your shirt. Pulling you up to him, his peach eyes staring daggers into yours. He looked at you with malice, so much anger in his heart for a stranger. The half-elf reeked of spilled guts and liquor. It was pungent, assaulting your senses, and left a bad taste on your tongue. It made your face cringe, though he didn't seem to notice or care enough.

"Well, what do we have 'ere?" He said, shifting from one foot to the other. His gloved hand yanked your face from side to side. The stickiness of blood now coated you. Sharp eyes examining every little detail of you. "You're slicker than a hog in a mud puddle, ain't ya? Thought ya could escape my eyes? My wrath?" Adonis hissed before a swift knock to the head befitted you. You were out cold in less than a second.

When you woke up next, you didn't recognize the place, a cloth gag stuffed in your mouth. Your clothes were somewhere to your side, you seemed relatively unharmed. Tight knots secured your limbs, rendering any attempt at escape futile. The groggy thud of your head made it hard for your eyes to stay open, and the cheering of the goblins didn't help. The sleeping roll under you pressed against your aching limbs, it was cheap with no cushion to it. Quiet chatter between a man and a woman passed through the tent's folds. The talk was short, you could make anything out. The sharp ringing in your ears hadn't subsided.

The tent's fabric abruptly got yanked open to reveal the same man from earlier. Adonis didn't miss the way your tail flicked nervously or how your eyes darted around. "Relax darlin' I ain't 'ere to hurt you, yet," a faint chuckle leaves him as he says that. "Thought I deserved a lil' treat." The hat settled onto the surface with a gentle thud. "And I must say, you look like quite the treat. Not usually my type but better than the ugly muck of goblins out there," he was on you by that point. The leather gloves he was wearing were now discarded on the side by the hat. Scared hands run over curves and dip of your body. His body shivered when his fingertips ran over the ridges of your skin. They run down until reaching your tail, wasting no time grabbing it in a harsh grip.

Instinctively your tail coils around his forearm like a snake. An amused smirk suggested that he found the action rather entertaining. Leaning down he places rough kisses along your body. Starting at your jaw until he gets down between your thighs. The half-elf spread apart your thighs, his nose digging between your folds. Hot wet tongue lapping at the sweetness dripping down. Letting his teeth scrape against your sensitive bud. A muffled cry leaves your lips, your body trying to shuffle away fruitlessly. He pulls back a little, thumb swiping across his bottom lip with a hum. "Damn doll, you sweeter than any pie I ever tasted. Lemme get another taste," he snorted before diving back in with the addition of his fingers. One finger probes at your entrance before sliding in, he pumps it in and out for a bit before adding another in. While his fingers work on your cunt his lips roughly suck at your clit.

Tears streak down your face as Adonis keeps working on your cunt. You could hardly feel your numbing thighs quivering as that coil in you started to tighten. Though, your pleasure got cut off when the half-elf pulled back with a shit-eating grin. "Names Adonis, by the way," he impishly said. "Now, now. Stop yer pretty lil' crying. The fun hasn't even started yet," the hand that was holding your thigh unbuttons his pants. His erection is already swollen and throbbing.

[heartfullofleeches]

OOOO moth darling? I wanna throw my idea in too. Maybe a super kind and caring goth moth darling? Especially when they look super menacing (bcus they wear hardcore goth fashion) but their favorite game is smthn like animal crossing or they like super relaxing hobbies. (Also adonis could literally suffocate in the big tittie from his goth partner.) I hope you see my vision. PLEASE.

[Yan Butterfly + Goth Moth Darling]

Adonis is so weak for Darling.... He probably sneaks invites them into the buildings/homes he cleans for his job especially if there's been a murder or the home owners had some decor he knew they'd like. Adonis makes a fair amount of money from his cleaning gig, even moreso on contacts that are more "under the table" ergo shady folks looking to clean up any evidence left behind - but he's always spending his cash on gifts he knows Darling will like because he knows their preferred style of dress ain't always cheap.

Darling tells him they don't need it, but how can he stop when they're so kind to him? Making sure he eats, takes breaks, sleep. Butterfly boy may have worked himself to death by now if it wasn't for them. The long, grueling hours are worth it so long as he gets to come home and rest on their soft, warm ti- pillows...

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"Brought you some sandwiches. Nothin' special, grabbed them from that gas station around the corner, but I knew you had to have something since you've been here all morning. Promise I'll grab something more filling next time"

An angel....An absolute angel gifted from the heavens above. Here you were bringing him food and checking up on him, yet you had the gull to believe it wasn't enough.

"...thanks...." Adonis shyly takes the bag from you, tensing as your fingers brush against his. You gaze around the living room as he clumsily works to untie its strings. The couch, TV stand, and coffee table had all been pushed towards the far walls - dark stains embedded into the carpet close to where the legs of the table once stood. You crouch to get a better look.

"Is this...." Your voice grows quiet - barely a whisper as you extend your hand. "Where it happened?"

"M....Mhm..." Adonis mouths through bitefuls of bread and cheese. The sandwich wasn't the best, or worst thing he'd ever eaten, but knowing it came from you made every bite heaven. He had given you some details of the incident that had taken place. A burglary gone wrong resulting in the death of an innocent man. Nobody even knew he was gone until bills began piling up. Never had many friends or close family.... Adonis wasn't close with his parents either... If something happened to him... you'd probably be the first and only to notice...

"Adonis?..."

"Y...Yeah?"

The butterfly freezes as your arms fall around him, pulling him towards your chest.

"Promise me that no matter what you'll text me at the end of every shift you have. It doesn't matter how late it is...All I care about is that you're safe."

You actually care.... Adonis has always know that, but hearing you say it out loud even if muffled by his face smothered by your chest...He knew it was an inappropriate time, but it was hard not to obsess over the contact with every beat of your heart playing like a melody in his ear. An angel, his angel. His saving grace he'll never let go.

"I will... Every night... I promise to I'll let you know whenever I get home.. I promise."

"Thank you....."

Adonis looks down at his half eaten sandwich. "...My bosses said I could take anything I wanted. I think there's still some clothes in the closet still that you might like if you're interested?"

"Raiding a dead guy's closet wasn't on my list of plans today...but I think I have enough space in my schedule."

[faux-ecrivain]

Yan Emperor

(Twelfth Official Post)

(Duke’s name is Isaiah Hartfeld)

(This one might be a bit muddled, but I tried my best.)

(Emperor’s name is Adonis Margold)

(this one focuses on the Emperor, part two should focus on the Duke)

     The Duke, Isaiah Hartfeld, was well known for being a promiscuous womanizer and he often caused an uproar in society. Which is what prompted the Emperor to marry Isaiah off to someone that would whip him into shape, you. You were a well known person throughout all social circles, you were the head of you family and you didn’t let anyone push you around. Of course, when the emperor first proposed such an idea you immediately shut it down. You didn’t explain why, but you did say that nothing in this world would ever make you change your mind. So, he decides to offer you something out of this world, something only he can give you.

     The Emperor greets you as you enter the throne room, a sly smile on his tanned face. “Ah, Good Morrow, my dear friend, how are you this lovely evening?” He descends from his throne, his boots click against the marble floor. He holds a gloves hand out and waits for you the greet him, you reluctantly grab hold of his hand with one of your own gloved hands. (Gloves are very popular around here) You place a respectful kiss on his knuckles (which, of course, causes the Emperor to smile) and then let go of his hand (which causes the emperor’s smile to fall).

      “I am doing no better than any other day, why did you call me here, Your majesty?” You respond with an air of formality and familiarity. The Emperor frowns, finding your formality unnecessary. “Come now, my dear subject, formality is not necessary. We’re practically family!” He says with a grin on his face and wink of his eyes, you, however, are confused. But you just nod your head and let him say what he wants. He waits for your response, but his joy diminishes with each second of silence.

     He clears his throat and pats your shoulders. “I see you’re in no mood for small talk, so I suppose I should just get to the point.” He forces a smile on his face and places his hands on your shoulders, he chooses to ignore the way you lean away from him. “I’ve decided that you shall marry Duke Hartfeld.” Your eyes widen and you’re about to disagree when the Emperor interrupts you. “Ah, Ah, Ah, I already know what you’re about to say, but trust me, you do not want to reject this deal.” He leads you to a nearby chair, which seems to have been placed just for you, and sits you down. He kneels, on one knee, in front of you.  “Your majesty! What are you doing?!” You exclaim, finding his behavior strange. He brushes off your worries and continues speaking.

     “Listen, [Y/N], I know you aren’t from this country and I know you want to go home. So, if you marry the Duke and straighten him up, then I’ll take you home.” Your expression shifts from disbelief to doubt, how would the Emperor send you home, and how does he know you aren’t from here? Unless, by home, he means returning you to your country. Which would make more sense, because you were a prisoner of war when you first came to this country. Now, you’re a high ranking general and commanding an army, you can’t help but be proud of yourself. “What on Ilasatra do you mean?” (Ilasatra is the equivalent of earth in this world.) You ask him, a frown developing on your face.

    The Emperor smirks and brushes your hair back, then he stands up and begins to circle your chair. He stands behind you and leans his head down to whisper into your ears. “You know exactly what I mean.” He purrs, placing his hand on your shoulder and caressing it, which causes you to lean away from him. He touches you far too much, it makes you very uncomfortable. Your breath catches in your throat and you can’t help the hope that claws its way to your heart. “You can send me home?” You mutter, turning to face him and your gaze catch his. There’s such a hopeful look in your eyes, he smirks, it amuses him and then his eyes are caught by your lips. Oh, how he wishes to love you, but you would be of better use whipping the Duke into shape. 

    He clears his throat and drags his gaze away from yours, he resumes his previous action of circling your chair. His hand trails down your arm and causes goose bumps on your skin (because you’re uncomfortable). “Yes, I could get you home, but only if you do something for me first.” His tone is quite mysterious, he seems to know something you don’t. “It will be worth it, I promise.”  His hand entangles itself with yours, you pull away and he reluctantly lets you go. 

     You contemplate his words, your brows furrowed and you wipe your hand on your coat (which, of course, causes him to chuckle). You hesitantly agree, knowing that making a deal with the emperor is a bad idea. “Very well then, Your Majesty, I trust you.” His heart flutters when you admit to trusting him, he didn’t know those words could have such a pleasant affect on him. He smiles and yanks you out of your chair, he then places both his hands on your shoulders. “That’s wonderful, [Y/N], I knew you wouldn’t let me down.” He traps you in a tight hug, despite how uncomfortable it makes you (and it makes you very uncomfortable).

      You struggle somewhat to escape his grip, eventually giving up and letting him hold you as long as he wished. He sighs, his mind awash with loving images of you and him together. He knows it will never happen, but he surely can dream about it. You’re pretty sure he was sniffing your hair and that was your sign to escape the hug, so you stepped on his foot and then backed away from him. His pained groans are muffled by his hand and he tries not to scream, he forgot how sharp your boots were. “Ah, my dear, that was quite rude of you, but I’ll forgive you, just don’t do it again.” He warns you with a rather playful tone, even waggles his finger at you, but the threat is real. You frown and shuffle away from him. 

     He tsks and drags you back to him, although he does have to fight as you dig your heels into the marble flooring. “Come now, dear, I won’t hurt you. Don’t you want to know what I need from you?” His smile tightens as he struggles, he didn’t expect you to be so strong. He chuckles nervously, he even sweats a bit (which irritates him because he absolutely despises sweating). He lets go of you, causing you to stumble back yet you retain your balance. “Okay, you just stay there and I’ll explain the deal to you, alright?” You nod your head and he claps his hands together. His smile grows and his tone shifts from agitated to cheery. “Wonderful! My dear, do you know who Duke Hartfeld is?” You nod again, then verbally respond. “Yes, I’ve heard rumors about him.”

     Actually, you’ve heard many rumors, all of them attest to his hedonistic lifestyle. You don’t like him very much, you absolutely despise him. The Emperor smiles again, he smiles a lot, and walks towards you. “Great, I want you to marry him-“ You gasp in shock and then interrupt him, because there is no way in Natiscle (Natiscle is the equivalent of hell in this world.) that you’re going to marry that worthless wrench of a man. “Oh, like Natiscle I will marry that man! I wouldn’t marry him if he were the last man on Ilasatra!” You exclaim loudly, the servants in the room startled by your behavior. The Emperor is amused by your response, he chuckles and feels himself growing fonder of you with each word that escapes your mouth.

     “Oh, Baiyases, (Baiyas is the equivalent of heaven in this world, so Baiyases is the equivalent of heavens.) now dear, you shouldn’t overreact. He really isn’t all that bad, if you ignore his faults and he won’t be any trouble if you smack him around a bit.” The Emperor does not like the Duke, at all, and neither do you. But you could never smack Duke Hartfeld around, he’s so weak and it’s not like he’s a criminal. “Oh, no, I couldn’t do that. It wouldn’t be right.” She responds causing him to rolls his eyes and scoffs. “Oh, please [Y/N], you’ve dealt with far more reputable enemies than that old Duke.” You cringe when he mentions your past, as a general you’ve had to take down many people and you hate being reminded of that. Also, the Duke Isn’t that old, he’s actually younger than you. Which might explain his promiscuity, they say, that is the noble women say, that young man are very adventurous, and often have trouble committing to a relationship. 

     You sigh, a frown etching its way onto your face. You look away from the Emperor, which causes you to miss his frown, and then think about his offer. You don’t want to marry that wretched Duke, but the Emperor says he can send you home and you really do want to go home. You sigh again and massage your temple. “Okay, I’ll do it, but you have to promise you’ll send me home right after. I don’t want to stay with him any longer than necessary.” You fold your hands together and tug at your gloves. The Emperor smiles once he hears you accept his request and he can’t help but hug you again. “Oh, thank you so much, my dear! All I need you to do is whip him into shape and then you can leave, okay?” 

      You nod, then wriggle your way out of his hold. This time the Emperor doesn’t frown, he seems happy to have heard you agree to his favor. “How long do I have to be married to him?” You ask, causing him to tilt his head and pretend to think. “Oh, perhaps two or three years. That’s not too long, is it?” You groan, just a week around that Duke is too much. You couldn’t fathom spending two years with him, let alone three. The Emperor chuckles upon seeing your disgusted face, he takes joy in knowing that you despise the Duke just as much as he does. “Is that alright, dear? Surely you could handle two, or three, years with the Duke? After all, you’re a very strong person, the Duke couldn’t be much worse than those on the battlefield, right?” 

     You frown again once the Emperor brings up your past, he sure likes to do that. You sigh, roll your eyes and cross your arms. “I can’t do two years, but I’ll do one year.” The Emperor tilts his head, amused and intrigued by your behavior. Not many nobles would have the gall to negotiate with the Emperor, that’s why your his favorite subject. “Hm, a year and half.” He says, which causes you to glare at him, then speak again. “No, one year and three months.” The Emperor exhales and his eyes narrow, he’s becoming irritated with your boldness. “A year and two weeks.” He responds, you consider his offer, then nod your head. “Fine, a year and two weeks, but no more.” He smiles, quite happy now that you’ve agreed with him. “Wonderful, oh, I can’t wait for the ceremony!” (Although, he would rather you marry him, but oh well, such is life) He claps his hands together and kisses your cheek, as a way to share his congratulations, but it just made you uncomfortable.

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Bonus Scenes:

You: “Do you really think me strong?” Not many nobles admire your strength, they believe you should fit into a certain mold, and it’s rather frustrating.

The Emperor: He places his hand son your shoulders, a flirtatious smirk on his face. “Why of course, darling! You are so very strong, the strongest person I’ve ever met..” He purrs, his hands trailing down your arms.

You: You puff out your chest upon hearing the Emperor compliment your strength. “Hmph, that’s right, I’m the strongest person around.” 

The Emperor: He chuckles, amused by your behavior. He thinks you’re absolutely adorable, he’ll do anything if it means having you next to him.

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(Hope you enjoyed this fan fiction, this one was a bit longer than most of my other written works. Regardless, I hope you enjoy it and please leave a comment if you want more.)

(This is just part one, it focuses more on the Emperor than the Duke, but don’t worry the Duke will have his turn soon enough!)

(this took hours and days to make, mostly because I procrastinated, but at least it’s done. This is part one, part two will, hopefully, focus on the Duke.)

[cloverstar-li]

Something I forgot to post on the kg stage and some stupid stuff (and cute? and drama??)

Swap au💗

Other OCs💗 @/rainrayne and @/charliefqirie in kg stage au💗

And Mine 🥰

[phantasmagoreica]

greatest thing in the world is when vampires in fiction are really weirdly horny about blood

best traits to add to vampire characters: making them get hard/wet at the sight/smell/thought of blood. making it like an aphrodisiac to them, something that puts them into heat. making them touch themself to the thought of blood and viscera and carnage. making them unable to stop themselves from grinding against their human while feeding. making them lick and suck on a wound like they're giving head. making them have a hard time telling the difference between hunger and lust, eating someone and eating someone out.

"carnal" can refer to both flesh and blood, hunger, and sex after all.

[dreamtydraw]

and here we are day 5 of the olnf week by @olnfweek2024 !!

Today's theme : Comfort

I think nowhere on earth comfort can be felt more than in the embrace of a loving mother, Opale probably gives the best hugs...

[perotovar]

“Iron Maiden, huh?” They teased. “What, I don’t look like I listen to Iron Maiden?” Frankie smiled, a little of his confidence coming back now that River was here. All of the comfort and teasing was still there from their texts. River hummed thoughtfully, one ring-clad finger running over the side of Eddie’s face on Frankie’s torso. “I didn’t say that. Just thought it was an interesting choice,” they grinned, looking back up at him. Frankie blinked down at them, following their finger that had yet to leave. “Interesting?” he squeaked, swallowing around another lump in his throat. River chuckled and took their hand away, shaking their head in amusement. “Don’t worry about it. C’mon, you promised me a dance, remember?” — into the beat of the night (ch 2) "fear of the dark"

art of river/frankie commissioned by the insanely talented @lights-on-the-ridge !!!! thank you so much, reid, i couldn't be happier with this outcome 🥹

if you ever wanted to properly see river, and with their man, look no further friends, for i have been gifted a FEAST to share!!

and for those of you that haven't yet read their story, you can find it right here -> into the beat of the night (18+)

[lammy-art]

Draw all the characters in Flower Color Gram

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I drew this on Magma

Hehe :3

Sorry Adonis, I don't have enough space to draw you 🥺

[sleepyfan-blog]

Adonis' Care

Author’s Note: This is the next part of the Raised On Terra AU. First. Previous. Next. Thank you to @kit-williams for allowing me to borrow Adonis! First. Previous. Next

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel @sharenadraculea @i-am-a-dragon34 @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan 

Warnings: None? Ask me to tag something if it bothers you

Summary: Adonis soothes his fussy charges during Naptime

Adonis sighed a little as he heard one of his charges crying in his crib, yet again. He had just left the Primarch's room in order to refresh himself and to eat something and had been gone for less than ten minutes. If he did not immediately return, more of the other infant generals would start to cry in sympathy and it really was for the best to simply nip that in the bud. Especially since at this time, it was currently Naptime, and if the other primarchs were awoken from their sleep it would take hours to calm and settle all of them down once again. 

Time was difficult to tell when one spent prolonged periods of time in this part of the imperial palace, as there were no windows that lead to the outside, no chronometers or other time keeping devices on the walls, and the hallways had been deliberately made with very minute changes to confuse any would-be intruders who had somehow managed to get this deep into the Imperial Palace. The primarchs were growing at a steady pace, with most of them having learned how to make small sounds that weren't crying. Sixteen had giggled the other day and Adonis had felt something in his hearts melt at the innocent sound. All four of his charges smiled up at him when he held them, and settled down once they were up in his arms.

Fourteen is the fussiest of the four of them, and had been suffering from colic in the evenings, but even he settled down once picked up and held close. One tiny thumb firmly placed in his mouth, as a tiny ear pressed against his chest, listening to the steady beat of Adonis' hearts. As an Aquilan Shield he interacted with baseline humanity much more frequently than many of the golden host in a positive and/or neutral manner, however that did not mean that he had much interaction with human children, especially infants as young as the primarchs. The week worth of childcare training had felt almost like a punishment at the time, boring and largely a repeating of completely understandable rules and things to watch out for.

Now, as he nearly stumbled into the primarchs' nursery, having spent maybe four hours asleep in the past seven days due to the crying of his charges - primarily Fourteen who did have an Apothecary visit scheduled later today... Which Adonis was not looking forward to. Of the four of them, Fourteen was the most introverted and did not like interacting with new people, becoming withdrawn and weepy whenever he realized that there was a new person near him.

And, given the fact that Fourteen showed signs of being one of the most powerful psykers among the primarchs (save for fifteen who had been purpose built to be a stable and powerful psyker) his budding warp abilities granted him the ability to sense either the minds, souls or emotional cores of the beings around him within a certain radius - a radius at which the Emperor was currently having tested. Of course, who knew how much his nascent psykery was or was not being affected by both the infant blank that lived and slept in the same room he did, but also the adult blank that was quite often in the primarchs' room, tending to his own charges. 

As he had expected, Fourteen was awake and crying, kicking his little feet back and forth, waving his clenched fists around his bassinet, having managed to throw his blanket off of himself in a display of strength that would be remarkable, were he a baseline human. 

Adonis sighed softly as he walked over to Fourteen, calling out to the little one as he picked him up "Easy... Easy now, little one. I've got you. You're safe, and your brothers are safe. There's no reason to cry. We're going to go to the medicae soon, in order to find out why you're crying so much. Hopefully they'll know how to fix it and your tummy will stop hurting or whatever is making you cry so much will stop." 

Fourteen's wails slowly stopped as golden eyes so similar to His peered into him. The infant sniffled a little before sighing, resting his head against Adonis' forearm, eyes closing again. 

Adonis chuckled softly, pulling out a tissue from one of his pockets and gently wiped away the tears from the little one's cheeks and chin. He lightly patted dry the onesie fourteen was wearing. "That's it... Go back to sleep little general. You're safe now." he rocked the infant slowly back and forth as Fourteen slowly settled down.

The Aquilian Shield waited until he was certain that Fourteen was soundly asleep before lowering him back into his bassinet slowly, so as to not wake him up. The infant primarch preferred to sleep in a caretaker's arms, but the Emperor insisted that coddling the primarchs like that was to weaken and soften the edges they would need to be successful generals. 

As the Emperor decreed, so Adonis would obey, even as long buried instincts wanted nothing more than to cuddle the precious infants in his care every moment he was allowed to do so. Fourteen continued to nap peacefully and Adonis turned, about to leave the room when he heard baby babbling from one of his other charges.

"Ahh... Ooooh... Ah! Aah!" Seventeen cooed, having somehow managed to flip himself onto his belly, despite the perfect swaddle that Adonis had put him into on the infant's back - it was safer for infants to sleep on their backs, then on their bellies for a number of reasons. 

"Hmmm? Did you say something, young one?" Adonis called out, smiling softly as he walked over to Seventeen's bassinet. "It's naptime, little one. You must be quiet, so as to not to wake your brothers." He pitched his voice low and soft, in the hopes of not waking up any of the others. Exhaustion sung in his bones, but he was a Custodes. A week with scant sleep was nothing to him. This was a trial he would be able to overcome with ease and grace.

Seventeen waved both of his tiny hands in Adonis' direction "Ah! Ahhh! Ah!" he vocalized.

"Do you want up? Did you see me holding your brother, and want to be held yourself?" The Aquilan Shield asked, the smile on his face widening a little, despite himself. 

"Ah! Ahh! Ah!" Seventeen's vocalizations were getting louder, and it was only a matter of time before he woke up one or more of the others, if he hadn't already.

"Alright, alright. I'm coming, little one. No need to be so demanding." Adonis rumbled, charmed despite himself. He carefully picked up Seventeen, making sure to support his head in the process. They'd recently been able to support their heads on their own, but habit was a tricky thing to break... Besides, he wanted to be careful with the infant generals while they were so vulnerable. While they theoretically could sustain more physical damage than a custodes and healed if given the proper amount of nutrition and their initial wounds properly cleaned... The last thing he wanted was to hurt them. It went against his orders as a caretaker and... The thought of raising a hand to hurt any of them made his skin crawl. 

Seventeen stopped cooing the moment he was resting against Adonis' chest, his breathing evening out into his normal sleep pattern, one tiny hand lightly curled into the cloth of Adonis' tunic.

If Adonis waited a couple of minutes longer than he strictly needed to, after Seventeen fell asleep, no one would know. He was the only caretaker in the Priamrchs' room and he knew for a fact that there were no security cameras in this room - it was too much of a risk for the enemies of mankind if they caught so much as a holopict of the infant primarchs outside of the stasis chambers that most of those in the know about the Primarch Project believed them to be. The forces of The Great Enemy were tirelessly and maliciously working to try and twist and corrupt all that they could - and would soon send an infiltration force in order to try and steal away the Primarchs from their father. From Terra.

Captain-General Valdor had several traps set in place for these would-be thieves and saboteurs. But should they manage to slip the net, or manage to get anywhere near the room where the Primarchs were being held, Adonis would fight until his dying breath to keep his charges safe and free from their tainted clutches. He was absolutely certain he wasn't the only one of the caretakers to feel that way.

Twelve woke abruptly and began to sob, briefly startling Adonis. The Custodian swiftly made his way over to the empathic baby Primarch, murmuring "Easy... Easy little one. You're alright. You're safe. It's okay... No need to cry.... No tears need be shed. I just felt a little too protective for a moment there. I'm sorry for waking you up, little star." He had forced his emotions back into a semblance of calm as he picked up the infant primarch, as if he didn't while he was holding onto Twelve, it would not matter how he rocked or shushed the infant primarch. He would scream and wail, feeling the emotions of the one touching him. 

Twelve snuffled and whimpered for several minutes before settling back into sleep, yawning adorably as he did so.

Adonis did not fight his responding yawn, exhaustion singing deeper into his bones. The chairs were comfortable in this room... And Twelve would be secure enough in his arms, even sleeping...

Another yawn left the Aquilan Shield as he shuffled over to the nearest chair, sitting down in it heavily, eyes closing as he rearranged how he was holding Twelve to make sure that the little one would be safe as they both slept, as sleep took him. 

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Coming up with more redesigns!! Most of these guys only got very minor changes, though.

[heartfullofleeches]

[Yet another cursed Adonis [butterfly Yan] thought this time with gremlin darling. piss mention... sorta? It's implied ig]

Gremlin darling places two cups in front of Adonis

Gremlin Darling: Care to play a little game, Adonis? One of this is apple juice. The other is a cup full of my-

[Adonis downs both cups in seconds - happiness draining from his face as he finishes the second cup.]

Adonis: ...huh?.... These are both juice. Did you get the cups mixed up? Can we play another round?.. Please?.... Why are you walking away?...

[faux-ecrivain]

Headcannons about Yan Emperor

(Seventeenth Official Post)

(Name is Adonis Margold)

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He hates it when he starts sweating, it makes his body feel all sticky and uncomfortable 

He hates the color Harelquin green and despises the color Fuchsia purple, but loves the colors Chinese violet and tea green

He’s actually the son of a concubine/mistress and was quite close to his father (the late Emperor)

Despite this he has no intention of taking a concubine or mistress

His favorite food is filet mignon 

His favorite dessert is smoking bishop (a British dessert from the 18th or 19th century)

He dreams about a domestic life with you (he’s even considered adopting/having a few kids)

He hated you when he first met you

He hates the Duke so much that he has a target dummy that has the duke’s painting on it and the emperor literally rips that thing apart with his sword/arrows

He’s been through 21 failed assassination attempts on his life, 33 failed assassination attempts on his mom’s life, 14 failed assassination attempts on his dad’s life, five failed assassination attempts on his siblings and 6 successful ones (he had a lot of siblings).

He doesn’t know how to ride a horse and wants you to teach him

He sleeps with a stuffed bear at night

He has a very comfy bed and often invites (commands) you to lay with him

He doesn’t hate the peasants, but he wants nothing to do with them and do he devised a plan to just take care of their needs, so they’ll stop bothering him

He absolutely despises any and all, except you, nobles, like he cannot stand being in a room with them for long than 20 minutes

His favorite flower is the Dawnrising flower, it only blooms at Dawn and he loves the way it looks. 

It comes in two shades, one has a yellow center which fades into orange at the beginning of the petals which then fades into a light red and has splashes of light blue in it, and the tips of the petal are a dark shade of pink

The second version has a dark shade of purple center that fades into a light purple near the edges, then it fades into a pink as the petals bloom and the tips are a shade of blue

Although, Dawnrising flowers are quite rare and he’s only found a handful, all of which he’s kept alive and taken wonderful care of them

He doesn’t actually want to be the Emperor, but he’s the only one left in his blood line and he’s not one to forsake responsibility 

He adores cute fuzzy animals and has a pet cat (it’s a tiger), it’s quite big though and has to be kept outside

Many women have tried to win the Emperor’s heart, but he has turned them away and will continue to do so. 

This has caused speculation about the Emperor’s sexuality, some assume he’s into guys, but the truth is he doesn’t care about the gender as long as they have a respectable personality (also he just really wants to marry you)

He’s a very good dancer and favors the tango

When it comes to cuddles, he prefers to wrap his arms around whomever he’s cuddling and then lay on top of them (no idea why, of course this doesn’t mean he’s against being the little spoon when cuddled)

He gets bored rather easily and gets irritated just as quick

Despite his friendly personality, he’s actually quite cruel and temperamental. If someone bugs him too much or resists him too often, he’ll lash out and severely punish them

If the person he loves doesn’t reciprocate then he’ll wait a little for them to come to their sense, but if it takes too long then he’s not above kidnapping and murder

He has a reputation for being a monster on the battlefield, it’s said that he’s killed entire armies of opposing forces before (of course, his reputation could never live up to yours, you’ve got far more experience in battle then him)

He has a thing for really strong people and if the person he’s perusing has some muscles, well, let’s just say they should expect an onslaught of perversion and flirtatious remarks/touches 

Although, if the one he loves Isn’t particularly strong, he doesn’t mind and will still love him

His favorite color is Liserian Pink

He likes watching the middle class performers do plays, actually he likes to watch plays in general and operas

He’s visited many places on Ilasatra and his favorite place to visit is Rais (the equivalent of china in this world)

He’s enjoys learning about other cultures and heritages, his own is a bit messy and he doesn’t like thinking about it

He hates his grandfather and doesn’t care for his grandmother 

He never really cared for his siblings, except for a little boy named Frederick those two were quite close and up until little Fred died (at the age of twelve) Adonis spent a lot of time with him

He likes to read books on myths, particularly Terres myths (equivalent of Greek myths in this world)

He has a journal that he uses to write down every dream, every thought and everything about you, actually he has many, many journals. :)

(Hope you enjoy this and don’t forget to reblog/comment!)

(Also, please send in some asks/requests about my characters, I’m happy to answer them and it’ll give me the motivation necessary to continue posting!)

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I love these pictures so much😭

My kg oc in alien stage au🥹❤️‍🩹

(Hope you like them!><)

I had so much fun in Magma that I'm going to draw again tomorrow morning or evening! (I'm telling you in case anyone wants to draw with me! It's so much fun having friends to draw with!) (I might draw every weekend /jk but maybe? Haha)

[phantasmagoreica]

vampires who are messy eaters and get blood all over their chest and thighs when they drink, so they make you lick it off

[dreamtydraw]

Art is not arting today but take those little doodles as introductions for my fourth mc for olnf, my little Adonis hanging out with qiu.

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if you kiss me, mister, i might tell my sister