#oc lore building

[not-krys]

Fictober 2023: Reaching Out

Prompts: #15 (Fine, explain it to me) and #18 (We can’t do this on our own), along with a prompt from my 100 Themes Prompt Challenge, #65: Horror (tho loosely used here)

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Rating: Teen

Characters: Abigail Clarke (OC), Auntie Eliza (OC), Vincent van Gogh (Ikevamp version)

Summary: Abby has worked up the courage to tell her aunt where she has been the past year, having not contacted her family at all since she went on a trip to Paris and had been assumed missing. What would her auntie have to say if her beloved niece told her that she had time-traveled to the 19th century and had stayed in a mansion full of famous historical figures that had been turned into vampires?

Notes: OC lore building, OC x Canon, Spoilers for Vincent’s Route ending (specifically his Dramatic Ending, but here it’s a little vague), Family AU, Fluff (lots of it towards the end), pregnancy, use of Dutch when it is not a language I speak so if any usage is wrong, just know I’m using language blogs and machine translation so some things are bound to be incorrect, not beta-read

WC: 2599

My masterlist!

Also on ao3!

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"Abigail Grace."

Stern eyes stared into Abby's eyes, wrinkles more of a highlight rather than a feature on the older woman's face. Her aunt frowned. "Where have you been? Everyone's been worried about you."

Abby swallowed, her hands raising to her chest, her fingers curling into fists.

"It's… a little hard to explain, Auntie."

"Fine." she sighed. "Explain it to me in a way that's easy to understand."

"…Promise you'll listen to the whole thing? The whole thing?"

"There's more than just… You reappearing after being missing for months--for almost a year--with a man at your arm and a baby in your belly? And you're sure he didn't kidnap you?"

"No! Vincent didn't kidnap me! No one did!"

"Well, as long as we're clear on that…" She held her hand towards her kitchen, pulling out a chair and sitting in it. "You've got some explaining to do."

Abby sat in the opposite chair, placing a hand on her belly and taking a calming breath.

"…It started with the trip to the Louvre. I met a tall, mysterious gentleman there."

"So, you were kidnapped. Then he's the one who-!"

"No! Le Comte didn't kidnap me either! Everyone was nice! There was no coercion or bad intentions on anyone's part!"

"… A gang, then? And you've been sworn to secrecy?"

Both sets of eyes fell to a wooden bat in the corner, full of bent nails and Abby wasn't completely sure it was all red paint that was flaking off it.

"NO!" Abby shouted. "You promised you'd listen to me!"

"You've been missing for a year, Abigail." Her aunt repeated, "You're not the only one who's been on edge."

Abby flushed red, pounding her fists on the table with a loud smack.

"On edge!? I time-traveled to 19th century Paris and lived with a bunch of famous historical figures that had been turned into vampires! And when I finally got back to the present day, I wanted to keep to myself because I knew if anyone found me and I said what happened, they'd explode like this! The only reason I sought you out is because I'm having a baby and Vincent and I don't have the means to take care of him on our own! But looking for help here was clearly a mistake if this is how you're going to treat us! How's that for 'on edge', Auntie!?"

Her aunt had been stunned into silence.

"Hold on a second," she started, "Time travel? Famous historical figures? Vampires?! Abigail, have you lost your mind?"

"It's all true!" Abby clenched her fists, "Vincent is the same Vincent van Gogh! The painter! He painted Starry Night and the Almond Blossoms! Café Terrace at Night! A-and Vase with Fifteen Sunflowers!"

"Abigail, he's not *the* Vincent van Gogh. He died over 130 years ago, let alone did not become a vampire, of all things. Not only that."

Her aunt flicked Abby's ear, making her grit her teeth and shield it with her hand.

"Last I saw, Vincent still had both ears. That's part of his legend, remember?"

Abby stood up abruptly, hot tears pricking her eyes. Her son was kicking frantically, no doubt worried because she was so upset. She turned her back to the woman and grabbed her purse.

"Hey, what are you-"

"I thought I could trust you. Out of everyone, I thought you'd be the one I could turn to if I needed anything. Just like when I was a kid, you always looked out for me. When everyone else either turned their back on me or criticized me for not living up to my parents' standards, you were always there to help me."

Abby felt a hand on her upper arm, red painted nails coming into her peripheral. They were as sharp just as she remembered them, like the claws of a ferocious beast.

"Abigail, baby girl, understand what you're saying." She pulled Abby so they faced each other. "You're telling me that you time-traveled to 19th century Paris and lived with Vincent van Gogh, who was a vampire? Honey, anyone would find that hard to believe."

"But it's the truth! I lived with Vincent and his brother Theo, and-and Arthur, Arthur Conan Doyle! Isaac Newton! I got to draw sometimes with Leonardo da Vinci when he wasn't napping on the floor somewhere in the mansion! Mozart… Mozart was always a little curt, but he's like that with everyone! He always played such beautiful music when Sebastian and I were out hanging laundry! And Napoleon! Napoleon liked to tease me sometimes but he was always one of the first to help if I needed anything!"

"Abigail, calm down." the older woman rubbed her arm. "You've clearly been through something, that much is clear."

Abby sniffled, rubbing her eyes with her other arm.

"And I… I know it all sounds so… so… so ridiculous. But, this isn't something I could make up. There's just…too many specifics for it to be made up, Auntie."

"Yes, famous people being turned into vampires sounds right out of a romance novel my girlfriend Hazel'd love to read."

"You… you have a girlfriend?"

"Three of them. Hazel, Gertrude, and Maud. And yes, I do mean girlfriend in the same sense of feelings you and Vincent share. We're buying some land soon and having a few houses built so that we can all be neighbors. Your dad hates the idea of four old biddies living independently, though. We're retired, he shouldn't care what we do with our lives. Nosey little creatin, hmph!"

Abby shivered at the idea and memory of her father. Auntie smiled apologetically.

"But, to make up for upsetting my favorite niece, how about you take my future house and I'll live with one of the other girls? Free of charge."

Abby froze as her aunt continued.

"And you'll need more help than just a house with a new baby, after all. Gerty has 10 kids and at least 25 grandchildren and three great-grandkids; someone is bound to have some hand-me-downs you can have. Hazel used to be a teacher and has her hands in the local quilters guild and she's always out at a charity shop somewhere. Maud is quiet, but she's a wizard with tools and the most stone-faced driver you've ever seen. You should have seen her when we vacationed in Houston. And New York. And in Shanghai! That broad can drive, ha!"

"A-Auntie… I couldn't…"

"What, you were the one to reach out for help. And I'm giving it to you."

"B-but, Auntie, I couldn't take this much!"

"Don't think too much about it, baby girl." She pulled her into arms, hugging her tightly. "Your Auntie Eliza has always looked out for you, remember?"

Abby nodded, feeling tears in her eyes again but for a different reason.

"And… I'm glad to see you again, kiddo. You really did have all of us worried. Especially me."

Now Auntie Eliza was wiping her eyes, mysteriously not smudging her makeup.

"I wanted to choke your father when he came here, looking for you," she mumbled, "Giving me no answers. Just that you had disappeared in Paris without a trace."

"And, honestly, a phone call… or a letter would have been nice." She pouted. "I would have supported you if you said you'd eloped with a painter in Paris or something!"

"I'm not that adventurous, Auntie." Abby laughed quietly.

"Hmm, I doubt that. More than you're giving yourself credit for, anyway."

"You think so?"

Eliza smirked and pointed at her large belly.

"That certainly proves it."

Abby blushed and looked away, rubbing her belly out of habit. Eliza chuckled and kissed her cheek.

"Now, how about you and I have some tea and you can tell me about your adventures time-traveling and escaping the vampires. I'll have Maud take you back to your place later."

"…Thank you, Auntie."

"Anything, if it's for you, sweetie. I'm glad you're here …and alright. And happy."

The two smiled at each other, feeling like old times whenever Abby visited in her childhood. She felt safe and supported in her aunt's presence again, her strongest lifeline before Vincent came along.

They chatted as Abby told her story, how she time-traveled in Paris, meeting all the famous figures turned vampires, and, most important, how she and Vincent fell for each other, how they were separated and reunited again in the present day.

Auntie Eliza couldn't help but notice how much Abby had grown from her trip to the past (that's what they're calling it now, seeing as Abby wouldn't say anything to the contrary). How the once sullen little girl, afraid of her own shadow, was smiling more and talking excitedly, especially when she was talking about Vincent. Eliza had always been proud of her niece, more than her parents had ever been, but, even as she was being regaled with fantastical tales no one else would believe, she couldn't help but feel the change. A change for the better, in her opinion. When she met with Vincent again, she'd have to remember to thank him for helping Abby come out of her shell and into the woman she was becoming. And if she ever met this le Comte and all the others she met at this mansion she kept talking about, she'd have to thank them too, for helping her too. She put her hand under her chin with a smile, listening to Abby rattle on without a care in the world, glowing happily.

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Vincent sat on the couch of his and Abby's apartment, tapping a pencil in his hand with a sketchbook in his lap. On the page were several scribbled gestures from memory of Abby. Cameras were more advanced in this time and his phone was filled to the brim with pictures of her, of course, but it eased his nerves to sketch her. Messy as his lines were, he could still recognize her face and silhouette.

He should have gone with her, he thought for the hundredth time. He still had nightmares of the day she disappeared behind Comte's door, where he couldn't reach her for three months and a year. What if she disappeared again, he thought with horror. Her and their little son he never got to properly meet? Gone from his reach for good this time?

A small snap brought him back from his spiraling thoughts, broken wood and silvery lead coating his hand. Vincent breathed in and set the sketchbook and the crushed pencil on the couch.

"She will be back," he said softly. "She will be fine. They will both be fine."

He closed his eyes, picturing her perfectly in his mind's eye. Her inquisitive eyes as she watched him paint. The way her hair fell in her face when she was concentrating on something she was working on. Her graceful little hands cupping her belly more and more as she grew with their son. He reached out for her, longing to touch her, unfortunately only finding empty air.

He sighed heavily.

"I'll call her."

He fussed around in his pocket and pulled out his phone, finding her name in his favorites to call.

Before he could press the green call button however, the front door opened, revealing Abby with her hair all over the place and heavy bags in her arms.

"Schatje!" Vincent was quick on his feet, making his way towards her.

Her bags fell to the floor with a loud crash, revealing various baby items and knitted socks spilling everywhere. Before Vincent could react, however, two arms encircled him tightly while his lips were captured much the same way.

After a moment, Abby finally pulled away to catch her breath.

"We have a house, Vincent." she said.

"…What?"

"My auntie, she's… she's giving us a house!"

"Schatje?"

"I-I told her everything and she and her girlfriends are helping us. That's what all this stuff is. A-and there's more coming, too."

"More?"

"We don't have the room for it right now, but--a house, Vincent! We're getting a house!"

Vincent, still partially stunned at the news, could only smile at how happy Abby was. He reached for her cheek, rubbing his thumb against her escaping tears.

"That's wonderful news, Schatje." he said, "I'm so proud of you. See what you can do when you set your mind to things?"

She nodded, leaning into his touch.

"I'm glad things turned out so well."

Vincent pressed his cheek against hers, brushing back her mussy hair and holding her close.

"I'm glad you're back. I missed you."

He rubbed her back, his earlier anxiety evaporated as he was wrapped in her once again.

"I missed you too," she said before giggling, moving one of his hands on her belly. "We missed you."

Vincent laughed, feeling the little kick against his palm.

"And I missed you too, Little Theo. Just as passionate as your Oom."

Abby laughed softly, putting her hand over top his, leaning up to kiss him again. He returned her kiss in kind, pulling her in again, tempted to just sweep her into his arms and love her on the first surface he came across. He only refrained when he could sense her fatigue as she leaned against him.

Instead, he opted to sweep her up and put her in their bed, her squeal of surprise making him laugh again.

"But, Vincent, the bags…"

"We can clean them up later." He rubbed his nose against hers. "I said I missed you, remember?"

"Yes?"

"I'm correcting that now." He set her in the bed and crawled up next to her, pulling her closer.

"A-alright." She put her head on his chest, hearing his racing heart. She laced her hand with his, squeezing it gently. Vincent hummed in approval.

"Welcome back, Schatje."

"I'm glad to be back, my love. Today was a good day."

"Any day I'm with you is a good day."

"Yes, that's true."

Vincent pulled her closer, running his fingers through her hair.

"…Vincent?"

"Hmm?"

"…Ik… Ik hou van jou."

Vincent looked at her blonde head as her fingers curled against his hand, feeling his cheeks warm. He then smiled and kissed her head.

"Ik houd ook van jou. You're getting better."

"T-thank you. I'd like to be able to fully talk to you in Dutch… one day. For Little Theo too."

"You're improving all the time. Have you been practicing the lullaby I taught you?"

"The one about the little sheep? It's so cute. It reminds of Lotte, Sebastian's sheep. I picture her whenever I'm practicing."

"Sing it for me? I want to hear how it sounds."

"…I don't have the pronunciation down quite right yet."

"I'll help you. Please, sing for me?"

Abby still hesitated, burying her face in his chest. Thinking he had pushed too far, he was about to apologize before he heard her soft voice, tentative in her notes and words.

"Slaap, kindje slaap… Daar buiten loop teen schaap…"

"Een schaap met witte voetjes," Vincent joined her when she stumbled, her soon following his lead, "Die drinkt zijn melk zo zeotjes…"

"Slaap, kindje slaap…" Her voice was growing softer, her eyes growing heavier.

"Slaap, Schatje, slaap…" Vincent sang to her, closing his eyes as well. "Slaap Schatje, slaap…"

He soon only heard her soft breathing, his love having indeed fallen asleep. Not that he was too far behind, comforted by her warmth and presence. He only released her hand to turn off the nearby lamp, picking her hand back up again the dark, keeping it close as sleep soon took over him too.

[mushroom-for-art]

Silly thing that like affects nothing but Proto suffers with colorblindness I've decided, specifically Tritanopia, may try to do a color example of normal vs his vision at some point.

Image downloaded from Google images as example ^

[halichor]

"Who will heed your pleas to escape this nightmare, when your goddess lies in deep slumber, still lost in her dream?"

[kurgy]

do you understand? do you see

[ganondoodle]

carefully attempted to draw (still sick); wanted to give Shargon another redesign, this is an older version of him but the basics should also go for his younger self (idk yet about his lung replacement design; arms are posed weird to make anatomy clearer)

(wip, oc art, Shargon, he/they)

[nin3kyuu]

"She saw all, even his memories as he lurked behind her and when she felt the Fathers welcoming embrace,

She knew she had a new Home.

A new family.

A new father who would never let her faith falter as she worshiped him. A new companion who would keep her safe as she would keep him safe. They both did not need to be alone anymore, they could provide each other all they needed in this stagnated home.He protects her, and her food for him.Both would be good practitioners to their Merciful Father, making him stronger and stronger so that he may help as many lost children of Eywa one ritual, one offering at a time."

Special gift for @villainsimpqueen her OC Nyxra who's a red sands na'vi that lives in the swamps hehe, go check her stuff!!!

She's just a girl in the world

[rawcherrycake]

Quick Valentino re-design hehe

[lord-squiggletits]

One of my favorite parts of phase 2 (and indeed one of the few moments I resonated with IDW Prowl) was when the neutrals were coming back to Cybertron and Prowl said that he refused to let Autobots be pushed aside and overruled after they were the ones who fought for freedom for 4 million years (the exact wording escapes me atm).

And I mean, that resentment still holds true even once the colonists come on bc like. As much as it's true that Cybertron's culture is fucked up, and as funny as it can be to paint Cybertronians as a bunch of weirdos who consider trying to kill someone as a common greeting not important enough to hold a grudge over.... The colonists POV kind of pissed me off a lot of times, as did the narrative tone/implications that Cybertronians are forever warlike and doomed to die by their own hands bc it just strikes me as an extremely judgemental and unsympathetic way to deal with a huge group of people with massive war PTSD and political/social tensions that were rampant even before the war?

Like, imagine living in a society rife with bigotry and discrimination where you get locked into certain occupations and social strata based on how you were born. The political tension is so bad there's a string of assassinations of politicians and leaders. The whole planet erupts into an outright war that leads (even unintentionally) to famine and chemical/biological warfare that destroys your planet. Both sides of the war are so entrenched in their pre-war sides and resentment for each other that this war lasts 4 million years and you don't even have a home planet any more. Then your home planet gets restored and a bunch of sheltered fucks come home and go "ewww why are you so violent?? You're a bunch of freaks just go live in the wilderness so that our home can belong to The Pure People Who Weren't Stupid And Evil Enough To Be Trapped In War" and then a bunch of colonists from places that know nothing about your history go "lol you people are so weird?? 🤣🤣 I don't get why y'all are fighting can't you just like, stop??? Oh okay you people are just fucked up and evil and stupid then" ((their planets are based on colonialism where their Primes wiped out the native populations btw whereas the Autobots and OP in particular fought to save organics. But that never gets brought up as a point in their favor)) as if the damage of a lifetime of war and a society that was broken even before the war can just magically go away now that the war is over.

Prowl fucking sucks but he was basically the only person that pointed out the injustice of that.

And then from then on out most of the characters from other colonies like Caminus and wherever else are going "i fucking hate you and your conflicts" w/ people like literal-nobody Slide and various Camiens getting to just sit there lecturing Optimus about how Cybertronians are too violent for their own good and how their conflicts are stupid, with only brief sympathetic moments where the Cybertronians get to be recognized as their own ppl who deserve sympathy before going right back to being lambasted.

Like I literally struggled to enjoy the story at multiple points because there was only so much I could take of the characters I knew and loved being raked over coals constantly while barely getting to defend themselves or be defended by the narrative so like. It was just fucking depressing and a little infuriating to read exRID/OP

[cicicolorao]

I like the didney game. Haven’t played it in months

[snarky-art]

Thriving vs Survivng, am I right, lads?

Bloom and Stella eventually get married, Daphne and the woman with her, Nadia, an oc I made and have mentioned a few times, get married with Daphne to be next in line as Queen of Domino, and Aisha and Musa get married one day, but are currently in this pic going through some Shit that’s putting a huge damper on that.

More info on everyone and political drama stuff below the cut!

Bloom and Stella are thriving.

Polyamory is super duper normalized in a decent amount of places, and is considered a norm on Solaria. Stella is eventually married both to Brandon and Bloom. Both of Bloom’s sets of parents love Stella and are incredibly happy for her. After much talk and deliberation between Daphne, Bloom, Marion, and Oritel to see how Bloom and Daphne are feeling after Daphne is healed up and in a good place and has processed shit, it’s decided Daphne will continue as heir and shall be next in line for rulership. Bloom meanwhile shall continue her role as guardian fairy, Holder of The Flame, and eventually upon her marriage to Stella will be Queen Regent of Solaria. She has a lot more flexibility this way too to go where she feels most comfortable, between Earth and other areas in The Magical Realm. Oritel and Marion don’t want Bloom or Daphne to feel trapped or be stifled with immense pressure if they can help it, and Bloom is still most comfortable on Earth, so having the option to go back and forth is important and something Marion and Oritel want her to not feel cut off from it, a mistake they made early on when they first got brought back from their stasis.

Formal picture of Nadia finally! An oc from Earth I made who’s Daphne’s gf and eventual wife. I thought it would be nice for Daphne to not worry about contextualizing her grief and trauma with someone who already had preconceived notions of her from myths and legends over the last 1000+ years.

Nadia: so you’re Bloom’s sister! That’s so cool! Do you have magic too?

Daphne, who at this point while not the holder of the flame anymore is still an incredibly powerful fire elemental who retains her nymphix and could hand bloom’s ass to her and call upon The Dragon at will whenever she wants: uh, yeah, some I guess.

Bloom: glad to see being a useless lesbian is a universal trait instead of just earth specific

Daphne: exCUSE ME-

Royal balls be like “The Incarnation of God Itself, heir to The Great Pillar of all of Magic Domino, The Dragon Reborn, Supreme Nymph of Magix, Princess Daphne, and Nadia, Barista on Tuesday, Thursday, and Weekends, of the plant Earth”

Like, oh boy, THEE DAPHNE, and Nadia from Starbucks.

Also don’t worry it’s not actually a Starbucks. It’s a small local cafe and bakery spot that Bloom really likes. Daphne went with her once, saw Nadia, and went 👀. Daphne doesn’t even like coffee also she just goes there for Nadia and was too anxious to ask about any other drinks so she just gets what Bloom got, would makes Bloom, who is not at all rich on Earth, pay for it, and then didn’t actually drink it.

Also, Nadia is definitely wearing heels here.

She’s only around 5’9 or ~175cm, while as I’ve mentioned before, Daphne is 6’7 or ~200cm.

She like to wear different heels and go “ok NOW how close am I to being taller than you” or sometimes go “ok, I think I beat you this time” when she tries on a new pair

She’s never close obviously and they both know that because hehe funny joke, but Daphne will still go “oh, you just might’ve this time.”

Musa and Aisha meanwhile are Struggling. Not only is Musa someone who is already insanely anti-monarch in her governmental views, even one that operates more as a democracy, the government she’s working with can’t stand her.

I’ve mentioned in these posts how marriage works on Andros, and Musa is Not It. She’s not even a Land Androsian, which would’ve been considered a bit of a scandal because of how their government structure is set up. No it’s much worse, for oh no, she’s not an Androsian at all! Truly horrific (I say this sarcastically, but that’s genuinely what the nobles and a chunk of the population feel).

Musa is doing what she can to appease Androsian court.

Gold is a big fucking no no on Andros, but she doesn’t want to give that up since it’s a really important part of her culture.

Aisha is standing with her on that, but it doesn’t make it easier to deal with the assholes in court.

She’s even muted her reds to lean more towards purples and blues.

Muting the reds was a huge olive branch of sorts and she’s pissed about it and doesn’t like doing it (but she did it, and it wasn’t even appreciated, but WHATEVER), but she refuses to get rid of the golds (good for her).

Aisha has gold nail polish here also. She’s doing what she can, and eventually is just gonna say fuck it and start wearing straight up gold with her silvers and tell Musa to get back in the bright red or so help me-

Stella let’s Aisha borrow her stash specifically when she first start and immediately commissions some custom ones done for Aisha’s measurements.

[not-krys]

[Repost] Nurture-Ophelia

Part of this set of WIP Wednesdays

Notes: Incomplete, oc lore building, pregnancy, emotional manipulation, specifically of a child

Banner was from a background I found on google ages ago, so unsure if the source exists anymore

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"My dearest Ophelia! Guess what!"

A young girl, barely more than eleven with too big shoes on her feet and her dress more patch than actual garment, stood in a dark hallway, her dark carnelian eyes already turning hollow at the sound of the familiar voice. It was her mother's voice, cheerful and excited.

The woman, smelling of strong perfume and possibly the smallest hint of alcohol--Ophelia couldn't tell because of the overpowering scent of patchouli-- put one hand on her tiny shoulder while the other patted her stomach with glee. Ophelia froze.

"You're gonna be a big sister! Again!" Her mother laughed like a braying donkey, "I just confirmed it this morning! It's gonna be a boy this time, I'm sure of it!"

"That's what you said about Rosalind. And Portia. And about Bianca and Beatrice."

"And I love all of you, and Cordelia too, very, very much!" She said, "but we still need a boy, a boy, Ophelia! We just have to hope and wish for it!"

"What if it's another girl, mother? What will you do then?"

"Well… then me and your papa are gonna have to try again!"

The little girl, far wiser for her age than she should be, sighed.

"You have six daughters now," said Ophelia, "And the possibility of a seventh coming in six months time."

"No, no, you're going to have a handsome little brother and he's going to protect all of us, forever and always!"

"And if it is another girl, Mother, you know what that's going to mean."

"No!" She hugged the girl tight to her chest, her body racked with sudden sobs, "I'm not sending my little girls off to be married! Away from me! After all the love and nurturing I did, they can't be taken from me!"

Ophelia grit her teeth and held her tongue, knowing it would only upset her mother further. Instead, she loosely wrapped her arms around her crying mother, giving her a few pats on her back. The woman sniffed loudly.

"Thank you, dear," she said, clearing her throat, "you've always been such a good girl. I'm so proud of you, Ophelia."

"Yes, Mother, I know, I know."

"I can always count on you, my number one girl," she kissed Ophelia's forehead, taking her little hand to put on her belly, "you'll look after your little brother too and take such good care of him. I just know it."

Ophelia curled her fingers, reluctant to touch her mother, but her mother still insisted, forcefully spreading her tiny digits so her palm rested open against her stomach. It was still relatively flat, warm and squishy to the touch, but Ophelia still bit her lip to keep calm, knowing this would be a more common occurrence as the months wore on, the same as her mother had done when she had her younger sisters in her belly.

She took in a shaking breath.

"I'll look after him, Mother. Just like I have Cordelia. And Rosalind. And Portia. And Beatrice and Bianca."

"Good girl, Ophelia." She patted Ophelia's hand, still held against her belly, "Good girl."

[filurig]

arvo's self portraits throughout some time (start of pareidolia -> end of pareidolia -> post-story) + post-story arvo in a more subtle outfit for traveling into human cities. he namely visits some bigger cities more south, like stockholm

[hattiestgal]

This fox is SO normal about magic!

[iambrengo]

Map of Nox Domain

"The creation of Nox maps wasn't seen as necessary until the upheaval. When the domain flooded, our great King Deragenes pushed the effort to connect with the outside domains. The resulting decision led to the establishment of map makers. When zoras of outside Nox eventually visit, them getting lost is the least they could do to allow a warm welcome."

– Selím, Diver's commander

[nin3kyuu]

Today in fanclan mixed babies we have: Tikari! Daughter of Tä'rek and Syulang (@buzzkillchainsaw oc) Her mom is very nice lady of the Syorkilvan clan and her dad... UH, we don't have a lot to say about him...

More insight of her parents here! >:3

[simplydannie]

Under Rageous || Strobes || Goyles || Gorgens

In collaboration with @kaidraws69 and inspired by the actual Roman Colloseum, I really had to use references for this one! I am not one to draw architecture lol so i hope it came out decent.

The Under Rageous Colosseum is the under-cities pride and joy… aside from the casinos of course, it’s the jewel of the under-city.

Spectacles take place that draw crowds and crowds of Under Rageous. It’s also a chance to earn some GOOD cash. Under Rageons are put angst each other either in groups or single battles to fight to the death, the lone survivor being crowned champion and adorned in riches.

Under Rageons are also pinned up against beasts they capture from the nearby Rageous Woods, the most popular creature being the Behemouth: a massive eyeless beast known for its thick skin. Only one known Rageon has been known to took it down… and that’s Vaughn. Anyone else hasn’t had a chance, or even close.

Vaughn doesn’t allow just any Rageon to compete, competitors go through a test to prove their strength and worth. The best of the best go in and compete. Winners are basically celebrities in the under-city. Gangs offer them deals to come work for them…

The Colosseum was a place Velvet and Veneer would often sneak off too, not Veneers favorite, but who was he to argue with his sister. He saw his father fight once and was amazing just how good a fighter he was. Veneer felt he didn’t have much to offer regarding his sense of self which is also why he allowed Velvet to change him…So, now back in Under Rageous, he decided to try to make his name another way…despite being against his fathers best wishes…Veneer decides to join a fight.