#noblesse oc

[diinferi]

LOCATION

[SEOUL CITY STREETS] The capital of South Korea. You’ll find yourself at the side of a fairly busy street, with quite a lot of young students rushing by you to get to class. There’s not too much notable about this street but if you stick around for an hour or two, you might find a handsome stranger wandering down the path.

RACE

[HUMAN] But not entirely. Outwardly, you look like any of the billions of Homo sapiens that live on this planet but inwardly, you are a different beast entirely. Modified Human, is what you are truly called. A human being who has received scientific, and pseudo-scientific, enhancements to put you far above the average man or woman in power. Whilst you have no unnatural abilities beyond your raw physical power, you do have the ability to enter a transformed state to increase your overall power greatly. At first, this state may only alter the appearance of your hands or feet, but as you grow in power, so too will your transformed state grow in coverage and boosted power, until it turns you into another creature entirely. You are likely a part of the Union but there exists the possibility of being the product of an independent nation or organisation, in secret from the Union.

ORIGIN

[STUDENT] You are a student at Ye Ran High school in Seoul. You live close to the school, enough to walk there and back every day with ease and you’re well regarded by your classmates. The school will soon be host to an ever growing number of supernatural beings and even if you yourself aren’t human, or even have connections to the Union, the Principal won’t let you come to any harm. As long as you don’t threaten anyone else under his protection of course.

PERKS

[AURA MANIPULATION] Aura is the life force that exists within all living things. A more spiritual place might name it Chi but in the largely scientific world of the Union, Aura is considered as spiritual as electricity or oil. Most Humans never gain more than they need to live, perhaps a few monks might be able to perform some minor cantrips but nothing more. Nobles and Werewolves will both eventually unlock the ability to emit and manipulate their own energy. It was the work of the great Doctor Frankenstein who discovered how to artificially awaken and enhance Aura within Humans and other beings. The Union took up his work and combined it with basic physical enhancement to create the Modification process known today. Aura can be used for a wide variety of effects and is a rare skill outside of the stronger members of the Noble or Werewolf clans, or the stronger agents of the Union. It can be used for basic attack blasts or beams of energy, to fly or levitate in the air and to create shields or other solid objects from the pure energy. Skilled users can use Aura to remove unwanted foreign substances from their bodies, ranging from mere dirt to poisons or sicknesses. It can even be transmuted into the elements, such as fire or lightning. More esoteric effects then these may exist but remain mostly undiscovered. You begin with the basic ability to emit and use Aura at a level roughly equivalent with your power as described earlier, or in line with Na Yonsu, an Agent of the KSA in South Korea. This allows you to fire blasts of energy that could knock down a 3 storey buildings’ walls or form that same blast into beams or grenade like projections. As with your physical powers, your control and power with Aura will increase with training and modification.

[CHIMERA] Modification focuses on the enhancement of existing traits. The idea of a hybrid, of trying to mix the blood of a Noble or Werewolf with the other or with that of a human, was barely entertained. Attempts were made of course but they ended in failure, if they began at all. It will not be until a few months from the beginning point of this place that the first true hybrid, Titan, is created. Titan is a temporary fusion, not meant to live more than a day at most. You are not. Through the work of some unknown genius or just a natural miracle, you are a perfect hybrid of all three races. Modified Human, Noble and Werewolf blood flows within you and you possess the abilities of each race in full, along with thrice the starting power. This option costs 200CP if you are a Human and 100CP if you are a Noble or Werewolf, to reflect that gaining the blood of a human does little for one of the other races.

[I DON’T LIKE NEEDLES] When the subject is flawed or the experiment itself is too taxing on the subject’s body, they’ll often require drugs, medicine to keep their bodies stable and held together. A common tactic used by the Union to control its less valuable and more numerous agents is to enforce a dependency like this, tying those agents to the Union for the sake of their lives. You’re unlikely to be considered so expendable, if you’re even part of the Union at all, but nonetheless you’ve found a way to extend the adaptations that M-21, a previous agent of the Union, slowly developed. Any substance you rely on for survival, from drugs to keep your body working to the blood a freak vampire must drain to survive, can have its significance lessened over time. The more important the substance, the longer it will take, but eventually you can train your body to not require it to survive at all, removing the need to rely on any such drugs or sustenance. You’ll still need to eat and drink regular food for energy though.

[THE LOT OF THE UNDERDOGS] The Union very closely controls the production of Modified Humans. As long as they alone possess Modified Humans of any real power, their control of the world from the shadows cannot be questioned. Still, despite the risks of the extreme punishment the Union would dole out if they knew, some countries’ have no choice but to try and produce their own models. The KSA, an organisation within South Korea that liaised with the Union, decided to focus on creating Modified Humans that could hide their powers. You too were made in that vein, your powers masked until you decide to use them. Nothing, living or not, can detect that you are anything but a normal member of your species in regards to supernatural powers or enhancements. Even an in depth surgical examination would somehow fail to reveal any unnatural powers or energies. The moment you use your powers however, this protection will leave you until a minute after you stop using those powers.

[WEAKNESS OF THE FLESH] No matter how far Modification science progresses, it will always be limited by the nature of its subjects. Humans, Nobles and Werewolves cannot be granted limitless amounts of power from the start, not without tearing their bodies asunder the moment they try to move. Modification is a process, one that is getting faster over the years, but still a process that must be done over time and in many instalments to ensure the subject can safely use the power they’ve been given. Your body manages to skip all of these steps. In fact, your body will never be in danger from self-damaging due to containing too much power. Whether natural to you or given to you by an external process, no amount of power or energy will ever cause harm to yourself. However, whilst you won’t be harmed even if you exceed what you should be able to safely handle, neither will you be able to utilise the energy that goes past your limits. You’ll contain it just fine and you’ll adjust to it far faster than normal but until you can safely contain that energy normally, you’ll be unable to fully use it. Of course, you could always choose to bypass this effect and use the power anyway but that’d be very dangerous to your body.

[HE’S FROM OVERSEAS] All too easy to be swept away and drowned under a tide of unknown words and actions when you’ve woken up in a strange place and time. Those in situations like yours often adjust poorly, if at all, and thus stick out like sore thumbs to those on the watch for suspicious beings popping out of nowhere. Even if you were able to read minds, it’d take a truly prodigal mind to be able to learn an entire language so quickly as to convince those around you that you knew it all along. You might not have that prodigal mind, or even the ability to read minds, but it seems you have no need of it. When you encounter a new language being spoken to you or a new culture surrounding you, you need only a few minutes to assimilate the knowledge into yourself. All that is needed to learn the language is a few minutes of listening to those around you speak that language, all that is needed to learn the culture to the point of being almost like a native would be a walk through the heart of a city or town of the culture. You’ll never stick out in mannerisms or language now but your appearance may be another matter.

[ALL FOR THEM] Even the strongest man in the world has weak points. He might be able to take any blows and destroy any foe but no one person can be everywhere at once and there are more ways to harm someone then to attack them directly. Family, Friends, Lovers. All are paths through which to tear away at the life of the enemy. Especially when that enemy would sacrifice their life to protect those precious to them. You though, have no fear of your friends being endangered because of you. No matter how personal the grudge, those hostile to you will only ever go after you and not the people you care about, whether that be just your family or even innocent bystanders. Their hatred is for you alone. They’ll defend themselves if your loved ones attack them but any retaliation, as long as you are still alive, will be focused on you. And if your family and friends are in danger from something or someone not related to you, you have an unerringly accurate sense for where they are and the ability to reach them in time against almost any obstacles or time limits. So long as it is even slightly possible, you’ll be able to arrive in time to fight for them.

ITEMS

[TOTAL ABUSE OF FUNDING] Surely, if the Union has such great advances of technology at their disposal, to create Modified Humans and sentient Robots, they’d have the technology to do other things too? A gift from a parent, teacher or other well connected adult you know, they got this good sized laptop from the depths of the Union’s laboratories and is it ever a Beaut. It’s not just the best laptop money can buy, it’s the best room filling computer the Union could create, packed into a machine that can fit on your lap. Coming with all the accoutrements you could want, it’ll update to retain this level of relative power in future settings too.

[FLY IN MY EAR] Nine pairs of tiny earbuds, arriving in a small but fancy box. Each of these earbuds is actually a highly advanced piece of technology used for secure communications. They work at a range of up to ten kilometres, are undetectable to anything save physically looking in the wearer’s ear and can pick up the wearer’s tiniest whispers to transfer the communications over privately. They can’t be hacked or intercepted either, so you’ll be sure of the privacy between you and your allies. If they ever break, a new box will arrive for you the next morning with replacements.

DRAWBACKS

[YOU ARE MY MASTERPIECE] You didn’t grow up here with a happy life and family. The first memories you have of this world in particular are of waking up on a table, with your body carved open and a masked man poring over your innards. A particularly powerful and deranged member of the Union either caught or created you and it was just before this jump began that you managed to escape from his clutches. The horrific few years serve to constantly hound your memories and constant nightmares, with paranoia being a constant companion. Your maker hunts you, desiring his ‘favourite subject’ back in his clutches and willing to do anything in his significant power as an Elder to get you. If by some miracle, you managed to get this mad scientist to ease up on his desire to split you open and become more co-operative with you, you’ll be able to take him along as a companion at the end of the jump.

[DESTRUCTION] There used to be someone, a man or woman you could call your closest friend. Everything about them seemed perfectly fitted to become your best friend, to become family in all but blood. But something awful happened to them and the two of you were forced to split ways, not knowing the fate of your other half. But now that friend is back and not for the better. They have a goal, they desire something that you absolutely cannot abide by. Perhaps they wish to slaughter humanity or kill a person you just happen to love. Regardless of what the goal is, you will find yourselves inevitably placed on opposing sides of a battlefield. Your best friend was an equal to you in power and abilities, how could they not be and truly call themselves your equal, and one way or another they will try to cross that one line you can’t allow to be crossed. You could indeed allow them to carry out their plan and such a choice could see the two of you become friends once more, but that same choice would mean betraying whatever you find most important to your very being. If you make that choice and tear up part of what makes you who you are, you’ll find that they may come with you on your journey to future worlds.

FUTURE 

Do you want to [MOVE ON] to new worlds, continuing your adventure into the great unknown?

[zwy01]

Noble OCs - Kravei

Making five OCs for every clan!

Adagio Riccardo Kravei: Pureblood. Entered eternal sleep, belonged to Gejutel’s generation.

Adagio was the father and predecessor of Roctis, and the older brother of Kronos Paradiso. He was a great Clan Leader but a terrible father. He was always on top of his duties and answered to his clan members’ needs. If the other Clan Leaders were involved, then he was committed. He was born for that role and his parents had high if not impossible expectations for him. And Adagio delivered flawlessly. He never complained, and viewed their unforgiving training regimen for him as his destiny. It was grueling, but he enjoyed every moment of it. He even reprimanded his parents at times because they didn’t give him enough work or discipline etc. Adagio managed to impress and pressure his predecessor with his extreme competence thus took over their Soul Weapon and title of Clan Leader at the young age of around 400 years old. He was more than ready and his predecessor saw no reason to delay his succession just because. Kravei clan members all agree that Adagio is their most excellent Clan Leader in the last who knows how many generations. He celebrated and smiled with his people for their success and milestones, and cried with them during their struggles. He was the strong, kind, and understanding leader and friend they needed. He could be Adagio the Magnificent or Adagio the down-to-earth fellow babysitter for the day depending on who he was with. The big Kravei family was glad that he wasn’t the Lord or something even if he had the qualities for one, because then he wouldn’t be their beloved Clan Leader. In their eyes, he was perfect. All but one were oblivious to his dark and cold side… his son and successor Roctis. Like how Adagio’s parents set near impossible expectations for him, he subjected Roctis to the same pressure.

Except Roctis was… average. He was diligent and hardworking but despite his honest efforts, he was lackluster in his father’s eyes. Adagio refused to believe that his heir had so-called limits because he himself was brilliant and unfortunately couldn’t relate to struggling. He accused Roctis for being “rebellious” and “lazy” and heavily punished him for it. After all, how could Roctis, the future Clan Leader, serve the Kravei well if he’s a failure? Adagio forced Roctis to kneel on spikes and whipped his hands, legs, and back. He wasn’t trying to be cruel out of malice, though. In fact, he dreaded each time he had to do such things to his son. He truly believed that he was doing the right thing to guide Roctis back “on the right track” and sobbed and wailed as he carried out the punishments. Roctis never showed much emotion as he endured said punishments and always apologized and promised how he’d work harder next time. Adagio himself applied healing potions on his son’s body after each time and again, wept as he did. Roctis comforted himself by convincing himself that this was just his father’s twisted love for him. And it was. Adagio was nice to Roctis in public, though. He only abused him behind closed doors so not even their closest servants had any idea. He didn’t do this because he was afraid of being branded as a cruel father, but because he was ashamed to let anyone know of Roctis’ incompetence. Plus, he believed he gave his son dignity by preventing witnesses. Roctis was determined that when he has children, he’ll never subject them to such torture and he’ll give them all the freedom they want. Well, we know how that goes. Adagio’s hobby was making and collecting fish hooks.

Gello Kravei: Non-pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to Gejutel’s generation.

Gello has done great deeds for humanity, especially women and children. She is passionate about it to this day and sees it as her life mission. She appreciates the ways of human life while simultaneously taken aback by the crimes humans commit. Generally, she has a neutral and positive-leaning opinion of them, but she’s aware of the horrors of human nature so she does her best to counter that on her part. Gello and her supernatural piranha friend Roti travel the world to perform safe and painless abortions for women in need. They’ve also built multiple hidden communities in different locations scattered throughout the world to take in women and children who have left their unsafe homes in search for a new place to stay. Gello’s many sisters run these communities and conceal them with their supernatural noble powers so they stay hidden from the rest of the world, especially from those who try to find the “missing persons”. Gello and Roti have helped countless individuals and families escape from abusive circumstances and will continue to do so for a long, long time. They may have even visited a certain snow werewolf matriarch in the mysterious snowy mountains for insight on how to run peaceful, tight-knit communities. One of Gello’s close childhood friends was her Clan Leader Adagio, who shed tears of overwhelming joy upon learning of her intentions to help humans. He offered to fund everything Gello and her sisters needed for running their communities and routinely asked them if they needed more despite always giving them way more than they can spend. Before Adagio entered eternal sleep, he left them a generous sum for their cause, and a public statement to his other clan members that they should all learn from Gello’s example and do good deeds for humanity. Gello’s hobby is shoemaking, if she has the time for that.

Sakina Nereida Kravei: Non-pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to Raskreia’s generation.

Sakina is the study buddy and playmate of Ignes. Her parents volunteered her for the position because they saw it as an opportunity for prestige. Sakina had no ambition for said prestige yet obliged to her parents’ wishes because they manipulated her into believing she was indebted to them for bringing her into existence. In reality, they had their daughter to satisfy their own desire to climb the social ladder. They did care for her, but any sort of superficial parental instinct would’ve gone out the window the moment she showed resistance towards their plans for her. Maybe her birth was even timed to match that of Ignes. Sakina’s parents pressured her into delivering a self-recommendation letter to Roctis. It was approved, and the two children were introduced to each other soon after. Sakina was neutral at first but gradually felt more uncanny as she caught glimpses of Ignes’ true nature from her abnormal behavior and remarks. Still, she stuck with Ignes because backing out wasn’t an option. More precisely, she didn’t have a home to return to and her parents probably would’ve strangled her if she called quits. Eventually, Sakina was won over. Perhaps Ignes helped her experience her first sense of purpose. Those rushes of excitement became an addiction and soon she was obsessed with Ignes. Her savior. Ignes could live without Sakina, but Sakina couldn’t live without Ignes.

Curiously, as unhinged as Ignes was, she treated her companion quite well. Sakina was set on repaying that “sincerity” and stepped in and offered herself when Ignes was being difficult. Although she detested pain, she willingly let Ignes experiment on her and was proud to be the Kravei heir’s first science project, in a sense. For a while, she was able to keep Ignes from hurting others by offering herself instead. Roctis’ response to Sakina’s efforts was thanking her, then telling her he looked forward to her future good work. This put immense pressure on her because she wasn’t sure about how long she could keep the ticking time bomb under control either. She did wonder why Roctis never put his foot down with his daughter for once and all but kept her mouth shut as she was in no position to comment on his parenting. As expected, Ignes eventually got bored of having her companion as her only test subject and went after other nobles. Sakina felt terrible witnessing it happen because she had promised Roctis she’d do her best to keep an eye on Ignes and prevent her from stepping out of line, yet it seemed like she could no longer deliver this promise. One day, Ignes asked her companion to join her. Sakina’s inner voice told her to refuse but her loyalty to Ignes was able to outweigh her morals, so she agreed to becoming an accomplice. When Roctis found out, he fired Sakina for “encouraging” Ignes to take the wrong path thus failing as a companion… even though the real guilty one was his own daughter, whom he did not punish. Sakina went into hiding after she was kicked out and a very nice Titus noticed and took in the distraught young woman and offered her a place to stay in his library tower. Titus continued to hide her from her clan’s sight and ignored Ignes when she went around looking to take back what’s hers. Otherwise, Ignes would’ve taken her ex-companion with her when she and Roctis left Lukedonia along with the other traitor nobles. Currently, Sakina is working in rehabilitation for troubled nobles, especially youngsters.

Jayashri Kravei: Pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to the Previous Lord’s generation.

Jayashri was born outside of Lukedonia as her parents loved to travel and their noble home was too small for them. Her parents found a deserted island, fell in love with it, and built their new home there… all far, far away from Lukedonia and its seemingly endless problems. The small family of three lived together happily and once Jayashri was a young adult, her parents started to travel again and asked if she’d like to come with them. She felt quite comfortable on their island and had no need to venture outside, so she said safe travels to her parents, hugged them tightly, waved, and went back inside. Jayashri’s time alone was happy and peaceful, and she befriended the local snake population, which was all she needed for company. Despite in a remote location, her deserted island was not completely out of reach from human explorers and whatnots. Every now and then, there’d be a shipwreck and Jayashri would rescue and nurse the humans back to health. She’d load their ships with food and water before they sail off. Interesting, some individuals decided to say goodbye to their exploration party in order to stay on the island with their savior. Perhaps they fell in love with her. Jayashri didn’t particularly care about humans, just that she’d like to not see any die in front of her. But, she was okay with pretending to love them back, for unknown reasons. The human lifespan is short after all. Maybe she thought she could be kind and help them experience a fulfilling life. They’d be dead in a few decades, so it wasn’t like a commitment of any sort to her and only a temporary effort. And so roughly every two or three centuries, Jayashri would act as a loving and caring partner to a human who genuinely loved her. Then, she’d bury them after they die and go back to living in solitude. Rinse and repeat. One day, her parents came back to their island and told her it was time for them to go home to Lukedonia for a while to visit their other family members, and they departed at once. Jayashri’s parents continued to travel after their family business was over while she herself decided to stay in Lukedonia because she liked it there. More importantly, she finds the love of her life. Jayashri is the partner of Eun Ru. Their kids are twins Dasik and Yakgwa Ru, and they are planning for a third. The deserted island is now their vacation home.

Casimir Kravei: Pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to the Previous Lord’s generation.

Casimir is quite an unusual fellow. He bears uncanny resemblance to Raizel’s brother, to the point where he actually looks more like him than Raizel who is his actual brother. In a nutshell, they’re kinda twins. He’s also Raizel’s brother’s friend, confidant, informant, and valet… and maybe even more. Who knows. Casimir is rather secretive about his personal life so people have little knowledge of him aside from his physical appearance, which in itself is a mystery. Mere coincidence? Good question. He isn’t remotely related to the noblesse yet they look identical and arguably indistinguishable if it weren’t for their different auras. That’s where it gets interesting. You see, Casimir is Raizel’s brother’s shadow. He follows him everywhere and tends to his needs. He can do paperwork and dirty work depending on what is needed of him. He is the first person Raizel’s brother sends to collect information on someone. Sometimes, he even presents himself as the noblesse and communicates and gives orders on his behalf, all possible thanks to a special noblesse aura imbued jewelry artifact given to him by none other than whom he serves. That’s how much trust the noblesse has in Casimir. The possible motives behind his loyalty are a mystery too. Casimir and Raizel’s brother have a daughter together named Crescentia Kravei who is just as mysterious as her fathers. Casimir’s fate is unclear after the noblesse’s execution, but he is alive and so is their daughter. In hindsight, the identity of the man Edian handed the bloodstone to back then is debatable. But, that can stay a mystery too because i don’t wanna keep writing this anymore

Thank you for reading! That is it! I’m finally done yay.

[importantdestinydefendor]

I wanna practice drawing my ocs more and saw this floating around and thought those are some nice prompts.

But I can't decide which OC of mine to draw so I wanted to make it like an ask game? So send me any one of my ocs (or yours or another character) with a number and I'm gonna draw it!

Here is the list of some of my OCs:

Azar (Arslan Senki)

Rina Hagihara (Death Mark)

Mina (Toriko)

Arisa Saluja (Magi)

Tale Faruq (Noblesse)

Toth Faruq (Noblesse)

Amelia (Tacit)

Rahel Dreyer (Dungeon Meshi) (still have to work on her design)

Skadi Hansen (Eleceed)

Tabea (One Piece)

I am not too sure about some of these but here ya go. If you want to see another (minor) oc of mine, you can send me that one too!

Should I make a similar one with my own book characters?

If you want to, please join! I will make a sepearte post without my rambling if anybody is interested!

[joetamy]

We love chaos in this household ✨

[ghastlicmania]

I wasn't really happy with Dolce's appearance so I re-made her.. she's still a fighter but I just didn't like her looks overall Amazing face sculpt by @/astarionposting

[weirdmollusk]

Noblesse Oblige

Chapter 1: The Pale Elf and the Dark Elf

Previously: First

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. NSFW, 

Trauma Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD Past Abuse Explicit Sexual Content Blood Drinking Hurt/Comfort Religious Imagery & Symbolism Post-Canon Vampire Sex Angst Seldarine Drow Tav (Baldur's Gate) Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence Consent Past Sexual Abuse Work In Progress Sex Work Slavery Blood and Violence Implied/Referenced Torture Fantasy Racism Fluff and Humor Fluff and Smut 

Word count: 21.2K

Status: Ongoing

Author's note: Astarion and his formidable lover Rhaenyra have established an armed camp in the Underdark, securing safe haven for thousands of vampire spawn. After two years of hiding their community from the many terrors of the tunnels, their unfriendly neighbours finally come calling.

AO3

Entire Story Link on AO3

Chapter 1: The Pale Elf and the Dark Elf

Noblesse oblige: Nobility extends beyond mere entitlement. There is an inherent requirement for those who hold status and power to fulfill social responsibilities for the good of their subjects.

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Rhaenyra tilted her head back and let out an exhausted sigh as she folded herself into a small wooden bathtub. The cramped space didn’t offer much in the way of comfort, but the hot water was at least effective in soothing the sore muscles of her overworked sword arm.

Being a drow of impressive height was useful when it came to combat, and quite handy for intimidating someone, but it made bathing in a smaller tub fairly awkward. Thus, she had to drape her legs out and over the edge just to soak the stiffness in her shoulders away.

Rhaenyra had the privilege of occupying the largest of suites that made up the top floor of the Great Hall building. This one, set aside formally as the “Lord’s Chambers”, was large enough to house two individuals, even if one of them happened to own a rather excessive wardrobe. 

Despite the lack of luxuries one had access to in this part of the Underdark, the room around her was well furnished with bookcases, an impressively stocked wine rack, and a large woven rug spread across the floor. A wide, comfortable-looking bed sat against the wall, just a few paces from the door.

The corner of the room where Rhaenyra bathed was separated from the main living-space by a large fabric privacy screen, shielding her from prying eyes. 

A single candle burned atop a wooden vanity only a few paces away, providing her with the sole source of light and visual entertainment. As a distraction from her busy thoughts, she watched the flame at the tip flicker and dance while melted wax rolled its way down to pool on the base. 

The exercise was boring, but relaxing.

She didn't recall falling into a trance, nor for how long she'd been out, but the sound of the door opening from across the room roused her suddenly back to her senses. The candle had already spent itself, leaving the room still and comfortingly devoid of light.

“Hey, I’m over here,” Rhaenyra called out hoarsely into the stillness. In response, she heard whisper-soft footsteps approach, stopping on the other side of the privacy screen.

“May I join you?” Astarion asked as he slipped a pale hand around the edge, offering a polite little wave in greeting.

“Yeah, sure…if you can fit.” 

When he stepped into view, with a guarded little furrow in his brow, she realized how pleased she was to see him. When seen through darkvision, the pallor of his skin seemed to make him glow, and the absence of light revealed details that were normally washed out from brightness. It was hard for her to take her eyes off of him. 

He wore a white linen dress shirt and a pair of form-fitting leather trousers. It was one of his more modest outfits, but he had a tendency to ensure his clothes were always extremely well tailored. 

Rhaenyra, on the other hand, wore nothing in particular but a strategically placed sponge.

Astarion took the opportunity to observe her quietly as she lay there supine. After a moment, his focus slipped from her face, tracing down and settling between her legs. He let his attention linger there, with a notable interest in that particular sponge. 

“I’ve been looking for you, you know.” His tone was carefully passive. 

“Have you? Well, congratulations. You’ve found me.” Rhaenyra raised a hand from her tepid bathwater, waving her pruney fingers coyly from groin-level. 

He smirked, then lifted his chin and turned away. “Oh, thank you. It was quite the feat, actually.” 

Astarion rounded the tub, going about replacing the finished candle with a fresh one. Once the flame on the tip flickered to life, he began to rummage through the drawers of the vanity, gathering up a clean towel, and a small wooden hairbrush. 

Rhaenyra turned to watch him as he moved about, then resigned to lean back when he pulled out a stool to sit on behind her. Although her bath water was cold, and her shoulders were starting to cramp, she was loath to deny him an opportunity to pamper her. 

“First, I went to the barracks,” Astarion began, “The Captain in charge told me you’d gone to the North Gate with the shift change to conduct inspections. When I arrived at the North Gate, the sentries there said you’d left for the South Gate already with another party. By the time I got to the South Gate, the Captain said she wasn’t expecting you to arrive at all.” 

As he spoke, he ran the little wooden brush through her black hair, carefully unraveling the thin braids that kept it out of the battle-scarred side of her face. 

“So, I returned to the barracks, where I was told that you’d departed shortly after sending three new trainees to the infirmary with head injuries. I went to visit them, hoping they might be able to enlighten me as to your whereabouts.

The fellow with the broken jaw wasn’t very talkative. And the other two had no idea where you were. They also begged me to reassign them to administrative duties, citing ‘inhumane working conditions’. Which, while impressive to hear, is an irony I’d prefer not to dwell on.”

He paused, leaning forward to look down from above now that he’d finished brushing out her hair completely. His smile was tense, leaving her unclear whether he was relieved to finally have found her, or if he was considering drowning her in her own bathwater. 

“So I thought,” Astarion held her gaze and continued, “Where could my beloved Rhaenyra possibly be? Not our quarters, surely? No, I don’t think I’ve seen her here for three bloody days.”

As his story concluded, Astarion’s tone grew irate, and his mask of politeness faded away, causing Rhaenyra to wonder how long she could hold her breath underwater.

Mildly unsettled by his scolding, she tried to deflect: “Okay, well, first of all, Theo hit himself in the face with that practice sword, and the other two… I don’t think they’re cut out for my line of work, honestly. Go ahead and reassign them, if you want.”

“I’m not here to talk about work.” Astarion replied curtly. Without warning, he slid his cool fingers up the length of her ear. As she jumped at his touch, he slid the back of the wooden comb up the length of her other ear.  

The skin of Rhaenyra’s neck and shoulders tingled delightfully as she flushed with goosebumps, making it difficult for her to mask the excited tremor in her voice. “No? In that case, I hope you have a pretty compelling reason to barge in here and interrupt my private bathing time. I’m pretty busy, in case you haven’t noticed.”

Astarion curled his fingers into her damp hair, gently pulling back her head to expose the length of her throat. Without a hint of irony, he declared: 

“I have urgent needs.” 

Rhaenyra tensed and gripped the edges of the little wooden tub in her pruned hands. She swallowed, hoping to buy some additional time to come up with an appropriately witty response. Under the pressure of a rapidly increasing heart rate, she mustered an impressive:

“Yeah?”

“Indeed. I’ve missed you very much, and I’m starting to feel neglected. I order you to take a break from your duties and attend to me.” While making his flippant and selfish demand, Astarion relaxed his grip on her hair and leaned down to press a cool kiss to her forehead.

“Next time you forget to return to our quarters for an extended period without warning, I’ll pay a bounty to have you apprehended. Believe me, darling, you’ll miss the comfort of our bed after spending some time in a cell.” 

“You wouldn’t!” Rhaenyra sat up aghast, and turned as much as her stiff neck would allow her to look upon him. After observing his devious little smirk, and considering his threat for a moment longer, she determined it was an empty one.

“I’m not convinced locking me up would solve your problems of missing me, or feeling neglected.”

“Oh, but it would. You see, I’d know exactly where you are if I’m feeling peckish, and I could ravish you while bound in shackles whenever I wish!”

“Until I choke you out with my chains, you mean?”

“A tempting thought. Alas, my sweet, I don’t need to breathe while we’re fucking.”

“...Ah.”

He always had a knack for leaving her flustered and speechless. Rhaenyra smiled wide, flashing her teeth in amusement as she relaxed back against her folded washcloth pillow. Taking her smile as an invitation, Astarion reached down into her bathwater, only to recoil the moment his fingers hit the tepid liquid in which she lay. 

“Gods below! This water’s freezing! How long have you been laying here?”

“Hah. Funny you should ask. It’s probably best if I don't answer that question.” There was no chance she’d admit to passing out only hours before he arrived.

“You’re not stuck in there, are you?” Astarion asked incredulously. It was a reasonable assumption, given the compromising position she’d twisted herself into in the attempt to soak a stiff neck and shoulders.

Rhaenyra frowned in thought as she attempted to fabricate some kind of excuse that might preserve her dignity. But before she had a chance to respond, Astarion seemingly took her silence as an admission, and began to laugh.

Her frown turned to a scowl. She waited in silence until his jeering died down to a more reasonable chuckle, and then she offered him a pruned hand.

“If you’re not going to help me up, you can leave.” 

“Oh, darling! ” He gasped, ceasing his mockery abruptly in favor of dramatic pearl clutching, “I wouldn’t dream of leaving you stranded and vulnerable in a chilly bath.” 

Astarion rose from his stool and moved around the edge of the tub to take her hand in his own. As soon as he tensed to brace her, she clenched her grip and yanked down, seeking to pull him into the tiny bathtub atop of her. 

“I’ll show you vulnerable!” Rhaenyra snarled in her treachery. 

Astarion’s reaction was immediate, and not unlike that of a cat being dunked into a washbasin. 

Perfumed water erupted over the edge of the tub as he thrashed against her warrior’s grip, attempting in vain to break free. Rhaenyra cackled as he struggled, up until the point he headbutted her in the mouth. 

“Agh! You cur!” 

She released him on reflex, cupping her hands to the lower half of her face, and he flung himself backwards, soaking wet and furious. 

Astarion’s wet linen shirt clung alluringly to his ivory skin, and Rhaenyra might have taken a moment to admire the chiseled sculpting of his chest and abdomen, had he not been seething as though he was ready to flay her alive. 

Rather than stand and fight, she chose to scramble out of the little wooden bathtub as quickly as her naked legs would allow. The vessel rocked as she lept from it, and water splattered in a trail across the wooden floorboards as she made a hasty escape to the other side of the room.

Astarion whipped the waterlogged sponge at her back as she retreated. It was more out of luck than skill that she dodged, and it hit the wall with a soggy splat before sliding to the floor. 

There was a perfectly good adamantine longsword propped against the wall beside the night stand, but Rhaenyra instead reached for a large quilted pillow. When Astarion bolted across the room and lunged for her, she swung it at him, but he dodged the attack with ease. She tried to hit him again with a backswing, but he ducked low and the pillow passed uselessly over his head. 

Seeking the high ground, Rhaenyra leapt up upon their shared bed. As she prepared to strike a third time, he grabbed her by the ankle and pulled, causing her to tip backward onto the mattress most gracelessly. 

Upon landing, Astarion began to drag Rhaenyra by the leg towards the edge of the bed. She abandoned her pillow to claw uselessly at the blankets while howling with laughter. There were plenty of opportunities to kick him in the face as he manhandled her, but she preferred not to resist as he tugged her forward until her hips met the edge, and he positioned himself to stand between her knees. 

They spent the next several heartbeats in tense silence, locked in each other’s eyes; his piercing crimson staring down into her deep, shadowy red.  

“Feed me,” Astarion demanded.

There were many things she could say in this playful moment to mock him, or demean his request. But striking at his dignity about this subject was never something she’d seriously consider. There was no desire to make him beg, either. That didn’t necessarily mean that playtime was over, though. 

Rhaenyra smiled with adoration and stretched back onto the mattress with the languid laziness of a feline. Hooking her foot around his calf, she pulled him closer. 

“Go ahead,” she invited him, “Eat me right up.”

Astarion sighed softly, dropping his shoulders as his posture relaxed. He lifted his hands off her knees so he could pull free the hem of his shirt and peel the waterlogged fabric up and over his head. 

He turned, wringing the garment out on the floor, and frowning lightly as the perfumed water streamed from the twisted cloth. As he laid out his damp shirt on the corner of the bed, Rhaenyra pushed herself up onto her elbows and watched him patiently. 

There was no need to rush things. She was plenty entertained by the way the candlelight highlighted the perfect lines of his chest and shoulders, and highlighted his silvery hair like a halo. She enjoyed the way he teased her like this. Sometimes, he'd do it for what felt like hours– disrobing agonizingly slowly until she felt like she might leer holes through the scars on his back. 

Once his shirt was set aside, Rhaenyra lay back once more to present herself to him as a delectable feast. Much to her surprise, he didn’t climb above her on the bed to sink his teeth into the flesh of her neck. Instead, he lowered himself to his knees. 

The silvery-white curls of his hair tickled her skin as he began to kiss and nibble a path up her inner thigh. She gasped, squirming under his ministrations and twitching gleefully as his teeth teased her tender flesh. 

When he was within reach, she took his head into her hands, pressing her thumbs to his earlobes and fanning her fingers up his eartips.

At her touch, he murmured with pleasure against her skin, which made her smile. However, the expression was short-lived the moment Astarion reached his destination. When his cool lips pressed to her vulva, and he began to slide his tongue between the folds of her outer labia, Rhaenyra sank back into the mattress with her eyes closed, and sucked her bottom lip into her mouth. 

As Astarion began to tend to her with his lips, supping generously upon her cunt, she rewarded him with deep, puffing breaths. In her growing excitement, she rocked her hips into his mouth, and he responded by curling his arms around her thighs to try and steady her in place.

When Rhaenyra’s breathing quickened to growling gasps, Astarion shifted focus to shower attention upon her clitoris. With his tongue, he spread the lips of her vulva while massaging the swollen nub eagerly with his lips. 

Her gasps lengthened out into a throaty whine as Rhaenyra began to claw uselessly at the blankets beneath her. Encouraged by her wanton singing, Astarion worked her with a regular tempo, masterfully conducting an opera composed of her whimpers and moans.

He propped her leg on his shoulder, freeing his hand to tease his middle and ring fingers gently between the slickened lips of her vulva. Rhaenyra tensed her thigh, digging her heel between his scarred shoulders as he slid them inside her.

He paused for just a moment, giving her body time to adjust before he began to stroke rhythmically. Angling his touch upward, he knowingly caressed that magical little spot within until she started crying out hoarsely into the darkness of the room. 

Rhaenyra clapped her hand over her mouth, attempting to muffle her voice as she felt the warmth of an intense climax wash over her. At that very moment, Astarion sank his fangs deeply into the flesh of her inner thigh. She shrieked through her fingers, writhing from the clash of pain and bliss, and he tensed his arm around her leg to keep her firmly against him while he sucked greedily.

When she had finally stopped squirming, he released her, breaking the seal of his lips around the punctures in her flesh.

“My love,” Astarion leaned back, admiring his handiwork while blood dripped seductively from his chin, “You know how much it excites me when you scream like that.” He swallowed, wiping at his lip with his thumb and contemplating the crimson smear that came off on his hand. 

“How can I possibly enjoy my meal when all I want is to be buried inside of you, instead?”

“You can do both. Come up here to me.” Rhaenyra’s invitation was breathless and love-drunk. Without another word, Astarion rose from the floor while loosening the laces of his lust-tightened trousers.

And that's exactly when everything went horribly wrong. 

Whether or not they heard the yelling was uncertain. They were both quite preoccupied, after all. What they couldn't ignore was their chamber door bursting in, rattling on its hinges as the panicked form of Pale Petras suddenly appeared. 

“Lord Astarion! Lor- Oh, Gods!”  

Before he could utter another word, Rhaenyra had rolled off the bed in an impressive display of athleticism. As soon as her bare feet hit the floor, she’d taken up the adamantine longsword, and by the time Petras’ two functional brain cells managed to rub together enough for him to figure out what he'd just barged in on, she was poised and ready to cut him in half. 

Astarion made absolutely no move to stop her. If looks could kill, his glower would have reduced his brother to a fine pink mist. Sneering, he slid his dagger smoothly back home in his boot sheath when Rhaenyra flashed him the familiar and unsatisfying hand signal to stand down. 

“Petras!” Rhaenyra bellowed at him, loud enough to snap the stunned vampire spawn back to his senses. But only briefly. 

“D-dr..uhhm..” One could hardly blame him. The room was thick with an air of fresh blood and potent arousal. Petras seemingly lost his ability to speak again once he spotted the wound on the inside of Rhaenyra’s naked thigh. His words trailed off to nothingness as his wide eyes followed the crimson line oozing down her leg, bloody droplets steadily tapping to the floor.

“Hey! Eyes up here!” Rhaenyra hollered again, one hand gesturing to her face as the other to flicked her blade’s point perilously close to Petra’s stunned face, causing him to stagger back a step. 

Astarion ripped the blanket off the bed and swiftly draped it around her strong shoulders in an attempt to preserve what was left of her modesty. She nodded her thanks to him distractedly. “Quickly, now, what is it?” 

“There's party of four armed drow a-at the North Gate.” Petras finally stammered, his eyes now locked upon her features as she’d ordered. “They've demanded an audience with you, Commander Rhaenyra.”

The weight of the news caused her shoulders to sag, and Rhaenyra raised a tired hand, dismissing Petras with a curt waive. He backtracked without hesitation, shoving the door shut behind him, and returning the stolen privacy back to the pair of elves.

“Well! This is exciting!” Astarion exclaimed suddenly, using a thick layer of sarcasm to lighten the mood, “I suppose we should get dressed and go see what they want. 

What do you say, Commander?” 

Rhaenyra smirked, but the expression didn’t meet her eyes. 

Instead of responding to his quip, she looked down to the floor, unable to wrestle a coherent thought past the rushing sound of her heartbeat in her ears. Her knuckles grew pale from the strangled grip she had on her longsword, and her mind began to race from the unwelcome reminder of her heavy responsibilities, and all that was at stake.

And the recollection of everything, and everyone, she'd already lost. 

The feel of a cool hand on her arm snapped her back. Rhaenyra jolted at the touch, startled to find Astarion standing close, and looking up at her with an expression of deepening concern. He was offering her a clean towel, of all things.

“Stop bleeding, it’s distracting.” He almost sounded like he was joking, but she still picked up the unease in his voice. 

Rhaenyra snatched the towel from him and pressed it to her skin to stem the trickle that ran down from the bite marks Astarion had left in her thigh. When she noticed him scrutinizing her behaviour anxiously, she waved him off with the point of her sword, and a scowl.

“I’m fine. Just surprised.” She told him the same lie she’d told him a thousand times before, whenever he looked at her like that.

This time, though, there was something in his eyes that made her question whether he actually believed her. 

[xisanamii]

i want to bark at these women (awooga)

[s-aprua]

new group droppin B)

9pm: vaporware/future funk band that got signed under an idol label as an agency's test run for outside talent

[callmefantasy-commissions-open]

My first digital sketch on pc. I'm glad that I took some time to practice in a traditional sense, I guess it will make my characters more alive hehe😅

[mevekagvain]

And lastly, various doodles and au stuff

Raizel and his brother <3

Princess Tutu au

[moonclans]

NOBLESSE OBLIGE

Bruce Wayne (The Batman 2022) x Sang-hee Choi (Original Character).

In the summer of 1997, Sang-hee Choi meets Bruce Wayne and the city of Gotham. Years later, when they are no longer children, they begin to unwind the threads that bind them together in both love and dread.

This is a link to a collection of old one-shots and fic snippets part of the unpublished Noblesse Oblige fanfic and dedicated to @malangaleaves, the author. Only registered users on AO3 can access. Please note that this collection contains NSFW material.

AO3.

[zwy01]

Noble OCs - Gradeus’ Clan

Making five OCs for every clan!

Asterion: Pureblood. Entered eternal sleep, belonged to Lagus’ generation.

Asterion was the father of Pandora and the grandfather of Gradeus. He was a good father to his little Pandora and felt worried when her personality suddenly changed from energetic and upbeat to lethargic and unresponsive when she was about 80 years old. He tried asking what’s wrong to which she always smiled and answered “nothing”. Pandora didn’t want to make her Clan Leader worry about her, so she never told him about the permanent condition that tortured her on the inside. Asterion gradually stopped with his questions because he could sense that his daughter was reluctant to share. He could’ve ordered her to be truthful, but he didn’t want to force her to be uncomfortable. He was very lenient with her and let her skip mandatory events. Sometimes, he canceled his own meetings and duties to spend time with her. He also defended her when others called her an “old lady” to poke fun at her. Asterion was a pretty relaxed person, though he was a terrifying force whenever someone tried to bully Pandora. Father and daughter had a close, loving relationship despite the wall the latter put up between them. Perhaps Pandora’s tendencies to hide her struggles didn’t come from nowhere. Asterion also suffered from a strange one-of-a-kind condition where he craved the flesh of humans. Only his partner, the mother of their daughter, and his mysterious best friend were aware of it. Other than those two, no one had a clue. Asterion was perfectly fine in his childhood until he hit his teenage years when he suddenly gained an intense and insatiable appetite. Nobles don’t need to eat, yet he was always looking for food. Nothing seemed to be the right answer and his hunger drove him mad. Eventually, after putting everything he could possibly find on Earth into his mouth, he discovered that only human flesh could completely quell his symptoms. Asterion’s partner and best friend helped him source human corpses and even live human sacrifices from the outside world and brought them back to Lukedonia for him. The disappearance of dead bodies from graves and live sacrifices from ritual grounds contributed to the humans’ beliefs of the dead rising and sacrifice rituals working. Asterion was ashamed of himself and kept his condition a secret from everyone else, including his daughter. He felt like a monster, but he had no other choice. His partner and best friend made sure to “pay” the humans for their contributions, which just led to even more live sacrifices thus causing the ritual to become a common practice in many parts of the world. Asterion’s hobbies were meditation and trying to make Pandora happy.

Daedalus: Non-pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to Gejutel’s generation.

Daedalus is an inventor, architect, and sculptor. When he was a child, he kept complaining to his parents about their “boring, unoriginal, and lacking” home even though it was perfectly fine by your average noble standards. There is no best, only better, he repeated. He’d run around and point to the walls, ceilings, and corridors gesturing and explaining the changes he’d make if he were to be in charge of the layout. He was confident with his visions. Daedalus’ creativity would come and go in random surges and he had a tough time sitting still during his education. He’d barely get to the fifth page of his book and then he’s suddenly screaming and jumping up and down shouting “Eureka!!”, to his parents’ confusion. They’d sigh at their hyper son and wonder why he’s saying the name of his imaginary friend… or something, for the nth time. His parents eventually gave up on trying to get him to finish his education because it seemed impossible with his personality. Plus, they wanted to support Daedalus in his passion despite have no understanding of it themselves, so they let him run wild with his full potential. Time goes by, Daedalus turns 200, and his parents gift him with the opportunity to remodel their home. Go ahead and do your magic, they said. Daedalus is overjoyed. They end up sort of regretting making such an offer to their son, though. He turns their home into a giant, complex maze that is so hard to navigate it’s impossible to not get lost, even with loads of practice. Only Daedalus knows how to get around. Guests jokingly comment on how it’s almost like their home was designed to trap people inside forever. Who knows what the designer was thinking. Daedalus calls himself a genius and his work a masterpiece. He names their new home “Labyrinth” which just confuses his family again. His parents love him, so they simply deal with it and accept their new life of never learning how to get from the dining room to the living room. They’re happily suffering as they feel proud of their son. Daedalus, his love, and their son Icarus Pyradros live together in their maze-like multigenerational home.

Helga: Pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to the Previous Lord’s generation.

Helga is a shipwright. Her parents love the sea and built their home on the coast. Little Helga was born in the glittering waves during a beautiful sunrise. She opened her eyes to the magnificent scenery and immediately fell in love with it. Helga has a very active lifestyle. She harvests planks of timber from the forest during the day and builds ships of all shapes and sizes at night. The twinkles of stars and sounds of crashing waves keep her company as she diligently develops her craft. She works until sunrise and goes home to relax with her parents before heading to the forest again. Her ships are light and strong. When further enhanced with her noble powers, they can easily withstand aggressive attacks from all directions. Helga likes to put her ships to the test. She’d gather her huge group of friends for spars and they’d all go to the beach for a fun, competitive game. She splits everyone into many teams, and some of them do the rowing while others jump between the moving ships as they fight each other in hand-to-hand combat. Last team standing wins. It’s a great way to develop some fitness without getting bored, though sparring in traditional training grounds is neat too. Helga’s ships are popular with nobles and humans alike. There are instances of sea-loving nobles asking to go into eternal sleep out in the water in one of her vessels. At some point, a group of humans witnessed a noble’s death on a ship and mistook the glowing red lights for fire, which is possibly what led to them mimicking the practice and writing sagas of their own with accounts of setting ships ablaze with the dead in luxurious “ship burial” funerals. Helga just shrugs. It’s cool, they can keep the misunderstanding if they want. Well, maybe it’s waste of wood. Her Tradio parent always told to her to thank the trees when she harvests them, so she’s very serious about it. Helga’s partner is an unnamed Kravei. They are childless for now and plan to have one soon.

Ragnar: Non-pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to Raskreia’s generation.

Ragnar is chill. He and his minotaur friends hold hands and dance around in a circle together. Then they braid each other’s hair and have a tea party in the fields and gossip about the love lives of his fellow clan members. Ragnar was raised by minotaurs then by his adoptive mother Freyja. His biological parents had him because they thought having a child would patch their less-than-stable relationship and gave him up when they decided he wasn’t a satisfactory bandaid. Ragnar went off to live with a group of minotaurs who took him in because they pitied him. One day, Freyja was riding her cat chariot and stopped by a lake to rest. Little Ragnar climbed into her chariot and fell asleep. Freyja waited for the boy to wake up and asked him if he would like a permanent home after finding out that his parents abandoned him. She had always wanted another child but didn’t quite have enough lifespan to spare after having her biological children. Ragnar said yes, the minotaurs congratulated him, and he went to his new home. Currently, Ragnar lives with Freyja, her Ceresthalassa partner, and their son Khumbo Ceresthalassa who is his much older adoptive brother. Khumbo’s full-sisters Hnoss and Gersemi also live close by and visit often. Ragnar is a blacksmith of axes. His interest in weapon-making comes from frequenting the workshop of Tabitha Pyradros, the sister of Freyja. When Ragnar comes of age, Auntie Tabitha helps him establish his own workshop which would become the hangout location for him and his minotaur friends. The axes he makes go to his fellow clan members. Ragnar has yet to perfect the art of smithing like Tabitha, but he’s working hard towards that. He’s positive that he can reach her level in a few centuries. How ambitious! Ragnar’s partner is Kirsi Vuokko Loyard.

Torunn: Non-pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to the Previous Lord’s generation.

Torunn was the playmate and study buddy of Gradeus. She stayed with him until he turned 200 and resigned to pursue a different job which she’s currently doing. She wasn’t assigned to Gradeus by Pandora; rather, she came to him of her own accord. Pandora was more than welcoming of Torunn’s arrival and proposal to become Gradeus’ companion because he kept scaring potential candidates away with his not-so-nice qualities and as his mother, she was worried about him being lonely. In reality, he probably didn’t need a companion like his mother had thought, but he wouldn’t have minded either way. One more person for him to terrorize. In Gradeus’ distant memory, his initial encounter with Torunn was when his mother officially introduced them to each other. Their actual first meeting was when Gradeus “rescued” a very distraught Torunn who had been left behind to suffer by her bullies. They cut off all her limbs and dunked her into a barrel of ale and deliberately trapped her there. As a non-pureblood on the weaker end, she couldn’t have escaped on her own as she had lost too much blood and exhausted all her energy. She was prepared to die. Then in came Gradeus. He aggressively kicked tipped over the barrel out of curiosity and released Torunn as a bonus. He skipped behind her, looked at her in the eye, and grinned as he told her that guess she’s lucky and won’t die today. He went about his day and forgot about it an hour later. Torunn remembered, and she vowed to repay the favor. As Gradeus’ companion, she tolerated all of his eccentric and sometimes violent behaviors whether they were directed at others or herself. It didn’t matter to her, because back then he saved her. She also volunteered to take the blame for the problems he caused without complaint. After Gradeus comes of age, Torunn resigns and opens her own brewery. Currently, she makes ale, mead, and wine. Maybe her inspiration comes from trauma. No one knows for sure. She stays in Lukedonia most of the time and sometimes travels to interact with humans to obtain knowledge of their alcohol. Torunn’s mead may or may not have received the name of “Poetic Mead” from the humans for its divine taste. It’s like a mythical drink to them. She’s rather flattered. Professor Titus is a fan too. Torunn currently lives with her Mergas partner and their daughter.

Thank you for reading! Siriana is next!

[importantdestinydefendor]

I'd love to see your noblesse ocs in 10 (in a suit)! Getting the RK treatment, you know. Though I guess it'd also be 7 since I want to see them both <3

What good choices!

I had a lot of fun with these prompts! I have not really posted about these two and I really need to change that! Also I am not too sure about Toths design. He looks way too much like Rael (I think it's the hair ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!).

Have some facts about these two!

First, Tale:

Tale is not a pure blood noble (her mother was a human)

She is the same height as Raizel - 188 cm/6'2

She is the same age as Frankenstein

Her favourit colour is green

She loves baking - her mothers side of the family owns a little cafe

After her parents death she was raised by many different generations of her mothers family and Gejutel, who was her fathers best friend

Tale was engaged to Toths father befor they were forcfully seperated - she still wears the engagment ring

She is the current family/clan leader of the Faruq clan - that makes her the fifth family/clan leader

About the family:

The Faruq family are the judges of the nobles

The family is based on egyptian mythology - they are Anubis (think Karias being cupid)

They are the weakest family since most of the family leaders are alive - besides two

Together they are the strongest and only together they can pass judgment on family/clan leaders

Toth:

He is the second oldest of the current youngest noble generation (right after Rajak)

He is 182 cm/5'11

He is a scientist like his parents - much to his mothers dissmay (she can't count how many times she had to replace the lab)

He is only a quarter noble (his father is a human)

His best friend is/was Rajak (this hurts to write *sobs* Rajak...)

He loves reading and researching everything

He sometimes works part-time at the cafe as a waiter - he is very popular amongst customers much to his annoyance

His name originally was suppossed to be Joan. But I have now changed it to Toth.

Sooo yeah! I think that is all for now! One more fact for good measure: They both work as doctors and scientists at the KSA.

Can you guess who Toths father is? ( • ̀ω•́ )✧

Close up under cut

[joetamy]

A lil wip~

[ghastlicmania]

The history book on the shelf is always repeating itself.

-Move, wizard. -I will, if you stop trying to fight everyone.

some more Dolce x Gale poses because I like their dynamic

extra (because I thought it was funny that it looks like he's boosting her up)

[copoki]

After the pain comes the gains!

Read Black Noblesse Here: https://globalcomix.com/c/black-noblesse-