#oc virgil

[demisofphoenixdrop]

Every time I write Aaron he gets more and more tired. He's a DILF, for sure, but he's fucking exhausted

You try single parenting the two kids who survived the curse that killed your wife and son. Even more, one of those kids is a feral genius and the other is an ankle biter that regularly sets themself on fire as a form of petty protest because "It Doesn't Hurt Me >:P"

Dude needs a fucking nap.

[vinndas]

rip to all my oc art I never finish ....

[knight-tyme]

But...what if I told you: Animal Crossing Versions of our DnD party

There's Blaise, The Lion (My Kalashtar/Aasimar Paladin)

Vokt, The Wolf (DMPC Changling Barbarian Monk)

Rinn, The Fox (Friend's Elven Monk)

Virgil, The Alligator (Other Friend's Dragonborn Fighter)

Peter, The Bear (@jam-n-ham's Druid Bugbear)

Ember, The Bird (@im-no-jedi's Dwelf Scorcerer)

Bruckan, The Dog (NPC Human Rouge)

Reblogs are very much appreciated!

[madhount]

My cinnamon-roll from dnd. He was caught in spider web.

[ffxiv-f13ndish]

The Journal Just Opened In My Lap, I Wasn't Snooping-

collab drabble w/ @sorrel-haven characters:

Lament [ @ sorrel-haven]

Odetta, Penelope, and Bea (mentioned) [ sorrel-haven]

Virgil [mine, unfortunately]

If Virgil was going to be trapped in a house with strangers for some time, he might as well make himself further acquainted. It was one of those spare moments where Virgil finally didn’t feel like someone else was breathing down his neck. With most family members out of the house – and Lament working in another room – Virgil took it upon himself to slink into a room and begin poking around. He started with journals, flipping one open to read through. 

The journals in the room were older, but not too old, judging by the yellowing of the paper. Each journal’s first page was blank save for a date range in the bottom corner with a name, Kovir Grimvik on the older journals and Lament Sorrel on the newer. The handwriting was all the same.

Virgil rose a brow. He looked between the two journals, noting the identical handwriting. 

‘Kovir, hm?’ the investigator thought to himself, making himself comfortable in a chair as he continued reading through an older journal. He helped himself to a nearby paper and pen, in case he needed to take any notes of any useful information.

I’ve decided. I’m going to record her story. She’s done so much already, I know she’ll be the stuff of legends! I’ll write that legend, turn it into songs sung for generations!

Virgil’s thoughts roamed back to Lament in the other room, and the music he would occasionally hear coming from the other side. A songwriter? Is that what Lament did? Well, that wasn’t all that shocking. What was worthy of further examination, however, was this talk of an admirable figure. He flipped a few pages ahead to skim through. 

Beatrice has an innate affinity for healing magics. Odetta had taken her camping to start teaching her basic survival skills. Unfortunately she was injured protecting her from a stray voidsent. However; Beatrice healed her! With no formal training just pure instinct! Who better to train this blossoming prodigy than Odetta? Bea will be a force to be reckoned with when she grows up.  

Odetta, Nelope and I will be headed to Gridania to fill out the registration forms for the Adventurer’s guild. We’ll get Bea a training wand while we’re there.

Nel can’t wait to be able to travel with Odetta in an official capacity, I can’t either. The excitement makes it hard to sleep. The question now though… Do I register under the name Grimvik? Or Sorrel?

Virgil gave an intrigued tilt of his head. He hadn’t thought much of Beatrice until reading this passage, primarily since he’s kept to himself while residing with the Sorrels. He couldn’t help but wonder what was it that prompted the change in Lament’s name. Had he missed something a few pages back? Or would it be expanded upon further on?

Then again, it didn’t seem like Lament was actually talking much about herself in these journals. He leaned back in his chair and continued on with reading. 

Lament Sorrel… a bit dramatic, but I just blurted it out when Mother Miounne asked me my name for the paperwork. It made Odetta laugh, she liked the irony of “one so optimistic being named Lament.” Mother Miounne was not as amused, however she wrote it down. 

“I couldn’t be more excited to be able to adventure alongside Odetta, and Nelope of course.” Lament read outloud, next to Virgil’s ear. 

The journal fell from the Elezen’s hands when a familiar voice narrated in his ear the next sentence of the passage. Virgil sat up straight, turning his head to look at Lament with a steady gaze, as if they had interrupted him in the middle of his work… rather than him being in the middle of snooping. 

“And quite the adventures you have had, given the text you have accumulated,” Virgil remarked. 

Lament raised an eyebrow and smiled. He walked over and pulled a few seemingly random journals from the shelf. “Feel free to pry, nothing in those that I wouldn’t tell if asked, but I’ll be taking these few.”

Virgil leaned down to pick up the dropped journal, though his eyes continued to follow Lament as he picked a select amount of journals from the shelf. Virgil stood from the seat, but leaned his hip against the desk to keep himself steady as he adjusted to the change in position. 

“What is it that brings you to believe that the subject you write about has a legendary potential?”

Lament was quiet as he considered the question, “Have you ever felt… Warm? Like a sunbeam coming through the window hits you just right as you’re under a big comforter on a winter’s day? Or that feeling when you take the first sip of a hot drink and it just radiates from your chest and belly to warm your everything? Or even just a really nice hug? She’s all that and more.” 

 “She’s warmth, she’s light, she’s strength. She will bring her enemies to their knees and proffer a hand of friendship to help them back up if they accept. She believes in second chances, but will do what’s necessary if it comes to it.” Lament looked down at the books in her hands and brushed her fingertips on the cover.

Virgil gave Lament a long stare.

“I don’t believe that such an impression has ever resonated with me,” he said after a long beat of silence. “Quite the exuberant soliloquy of romanticism for one who has taken up the name ‘Lament.’”

Virgil walked over, sliding the journal back into its spot on the shelf. He pulled out another to flip through. Lament took one of the journals they had and gently bonked Virgil on the head with the spine.

“Did you not absorb what you read? The name is ironic. I’m a very optimistic person!” 

Virgil made no overt motion following the bonk to his head, only giving Lament an unenthused stare.

“I’d inquire if that was really necessary, but you appear to delight in all frivolity, don’t you?” Virgil said with a raised brow. 

Virgil placed a hand on the shelf to hold himself up, letting it linger there for a moment as he discretely steadied himself. 

“A change of name… on top of being a long way from home, I presume. What brought you all this way?” Virgil went on to inquire, studying Lament like a hawk.

Lament chuckled. “You don’t know much of viera culture do you? I’m an exile, it’s customary to change your name when you leave the village. It’s to symbolize you cutting ties with your former life. Since, well, I can never go back.”

He flopped in the chair that Virgil abandoned, putting his legs over the arm of it. He was seemingly unbothered by Virgil’s staring. Lament looked at Virgil, one hand behind their head. He was studying Virgil right back.

“I can’t say I have had the pleasure,” Virgil said, turning his head to one side in thought. He didn’t move from his spot at the shelf, but moved his body to prevent having his back to Lament. His gaze didn’t waver when Lament decided to stare right back at him.

“You write stories into songs. Do you intend to be some sort of… wandering minstrel?”

“Do not compare me to that man!” Lament sat up, “I am twice no three times the bard he is! Plus he thinks he can just use my sister’s story when I already am recording it? I think not!”

A rare smile crossed Virgil’s features, the corner of the right side of his mouth lifting by a fraction. 

“Feud aside, is that not what you are? I fail to see a difference in both of your endeavors. Do elucidate, if you will,” he continued, stepping closer to stand across from Lament at the desk.

Lament huffed and smiled. They leaned forward, rested their elbows on the table and propped up their chin on their hands. “The difference being is that I am the only one allowed to tell my sister’s story. I will destroy him.”

Virgil tilted his head to the other side. “Really, now? I have yet to see such a performance. It would be a shame if he were to tell your sister’s story with much more efficiency.”

“No he’s a hack,” Lament laughed, “I will say, cute of you to rile me up like this. You do know how to push people’s buttons.” Lament stood with their hands on the desk as they leaned forward, mirroring the tilt of Virgil’s head.

“Is it unintentional or do you find the information people drop in frustration easier to obtain than like say, just talking casually?” Lament asked with a calm curiosity. “Befriending someone, letting them tell you things because they want to, I find that very easy, in fact you get a lot more information from an open heart I find! So, is it really easier to make someone mad or does the possibility of getting your ass kicked excite you somehow?”

“Superficial conversation tends to be futile. Nevertheless, I would not pronounce myself incapable of it. Careful peeling away for an open heart may bear noteworthy fruit, but the information obtained is only what the other wishes to share. Or perhaps, only what they know,” Virgil responded hollowly. But casual conversation was easier said than done. Virgil’s preening and guileful presentation could only take him so far – fact of the matter is, Virgil’s social skills were… subpar. “Chipping away at a person’s frustrations is less about the information which is spoken, but what is expressed.” 

He paused, giving a hum as he thought of a way to phrase it. “The flame either expresses a steam of possible potential, or reveals superficial cracks in the glass. While my methods have never granted me any friends, it has allowed me to survive.”

“As for you…” Virgil moved, side sitting on the edge of the desk. His head subconsciously cocked to the side in the other direction, yet again. “Well, perhaps in all your optimism, I suppose pushing you to express your frustration is… thrilling, to a degree.” He cracked a faint smile. 

“Hm.” Lament looked at Virgil for a moment. He reached over and put the back of his hand to Virgil’s face. “You’re more pale than usual. I’ll ask Bea to tend to you.”

Virgil tensed when Lament’s hand reached out, and the elezen leaned back. He reached up to brush her hand away. “I’d say I am in no danger of collapsing. Though, that would be awfully convenient for you, hm? I’ll attend to it.” He leaned a hand on the desk, using it to support him as he moved to stand. 

“It would actually be the opposite of convenient, I would have to carry you to a bed.” Lament walked around the desk and put a guiding hand on Virgil’s back. “Just because your personality is a bit warped doesn’t mean I wish you ill. I’m here to help you. Accept the help.” Virgil’s expression remained as frigid as it ever was, though the apprehension was sneaking through the cracks in the way he fidgeted with his fingers. He gave Lament a long side eye, then curtly nodded a moment later. Lament helped Virgil out of the study and over to Bea. Once Virgil was being cared for, Lament headed out to the Lemure Headquarters to ask them to hold on to her more sensitive journals for a while.

[tsuutarr]

Yandere!unicorn x reader

Okay, it’s official: you’re lost. 

You had tried to run away from your captor, but you neglected to think about what would happen after you had left his castle made of crystal. Of course his stupid castle had to be located in the depths of the forest with no way for you to find your way out.

So, all you can do now is slump against a large tree, trembling. You should’ve brought some food or water or a coat or anything, but you had been too focused on escaping that all of that slipped your mind.

Your stomach grumbles as you curl further into yourself. The injuries you’d gotten while running away sting as a particularly harsh gust of wind blows past you.

Maybe you shouldn’t have run away.

Rustle.

You freeze.

Your mind rings. What if it’s a bear? A pack of wolves? You’re in absolutely no condition to fight or run. 

Warily, you look in the direction of the sound, shoulders tense.

“Oh, sweet thing.”

You’re not sure if you’re relieved or not when you see your captor emerging from the foliage.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, gently cradling your face in his hands. Despite your disgust, you can’t deny how warm he feels against your cold skin. “I hope you had fun, really. But it’s time to go home, hm?”

You can’t fight back as he scoops you into his arms.

“I understand wanting to go outside – I’m quite fond of nature myself,” he says while the adrenaline in your body begins to dissipate. “However, it’s very dangerous to go without me.” Carefully, he watches as you teeter between alertness and sleep. “So, for your sake, I’m going to have to keep you locked up for a little bit, okay?”

Alarm bells ring in your head, but you’re too tired to say anything.

“Oh, don’t worry! I’ve made the cage myself – I’ve made sure to add your favorite jewels and the comfiest cushions. You’ll love it.” He smiles, watching you snuggle into his chest. Gently, he kisses your forehead. “Really, I’m too kind. I should punish you, but I love you too much. I hope you’re thankful.”

He looks down at you expectantly, but you’re already drifting off to sleep. You do have one thought before you lose consciousness, though: 

You’re terrified to wake up.

[vhs-consumer]

i fuvkin love robots

Feeling bad for Stirling ngl, they were so mean to him :(( he just wanted to rebuild his home man, I would never betray this little guy

also gave my guy a name, meet Carrion the bone core, they can definitely be trusted with humans, trust me!

[gravedigg]

μέλος-φάντασμα

And then, you get shipped back home a little less than you were when you left.

[ghosttb0y]

Prinxiety as ponies <3

They’re so sun and moon coded I needed to draw these two 😭😭 their names are Thunder Meadow and Royal Note! I might do the other sides later but I’m not sure yet…we’ll see! Feel free to draw these two designs as well if you want!

[camiliar]

Knight Takes Bishop

[demisofphoenixdrop]

Elaborating on this

So, in every version of Aaron I write, he remains the ex-lord of Falcon Claw. But he's a werewolf. Because I make the rules.

Most of the time, he's also adopted my two ocs - Lowan and Virgil - as well. They were in the woods near FC before Zane razed it and survived.

Aaron, in my work, acts a lot like he does in mid season 2 before he and Aphmau get down and dirty together. He's stern but fair. He cares so much about his kids and sees Aphmau as one of them. He recognizes by S2 that she's living a tragedy much like the one he and the kids survived and tries to impart as much wisdom as he can.

Lowan, also a werewolf, spent most of her childhood learning how to be a wolf from Aaron - something he struggled with because he is not connected to his wolfness at all. He did what he could be pushed Lowan to study her alchemy and use her wits to win rather than her claws.

Aaron taught Virgil all the martial skills he could. They had volatile magic to manage which posed a lot of challenges, but Aaron helped Virgil hone it while they learned what they wanted from life. He let them go to the guard academy when he couldn't teach them anymore and damn near turned Ru'an upside down looking for them when they were abducted by shadow knights.

I haven't decided if I want him to be the avatar of Shad, though. Could be really dramatic for Virgil - their dad suddenly using power to hurt people for selfish reasons instead of helping as best he can - all that fun stuff. But I'm not sold yet :/

At this point, Aaron is my oc.

He's mine.

And Aphmau can't have him >:[

[vinndas]

[buglaur]

if virgil was in a horror movie he'd probably be first to die

[madhount]

Doodlez with my broken characters from dnd and other trpg~

[mtsodie]

BWAAAAAAAHHHHHHH BWAAAHH

[tsuutarr]

Tsuutarr Yantober 2024 Masterlist

(Thank you to @ozzgin for the wonderful prompts!!!)

All Yandere x Reader fics are listed below!

Love at first sight -- Virgil (Unicorn)

Fate -- Aizono (Love God)

Secret collection -- Samuel Foster (Childhood "Friend")

Homemade meal -- Mason Cane (Hucow Farmer)

Love letters -- Rome (Ghost)

Unorthodox gift -- Mulsu (Forgotten Water God)

Dear Alice -- White Rabbit (Alice in Wonderland)

Always with you -- Finley (Guardian Angel)

Heart on a platter -- Rome (Ghost)

Love triangle -- Hae Sol and Dal Moon (Light Familiars)

Bloodbath -- Elias Lightrend (Hero/Chosen One)

Lovestruck... literally -- Lovell (Cupid)

On my knees -- Finley (Guardian Angel)

Embrace -- Teddy (Teddy Bear)

Paranoia -- ParanoiAI (Artificial Intelligence)

A piece of me -- Cot (Garden Fairy)

Spiraling -- Samuel Foster (Childhood "Friend")

Control -- Jiu Oh (Crossdressing Childhood Friend)

Under lock and key -- Virgil (Unicorn)

Dissection -- Rome (Ghost)

Love patterns -- Aizono (Love God)

Bandages -- Elias Lightrend (Hero/Chosen One)

Aftercare -- Tynan (Incubus)

I put a spell on you -- Cot (Garden Fairy)

Tainted love -- Lovell (Cupid)

Breaking point -- Tynan (Incubus)

Trap -- Mason Cane (Hucow Farmer)

The fine art of poisoning -- Geoffrey Cullen (Butler)

I come with knives -- Teddy (Teddy Bear)

Bad ending -- Elias Lightrend (Hero/Chosen One)

Till death do us part -- Thomas Frankenstein (Mad Scientist)