#oc: Isabelle
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imnotsillly · 5 months ago
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Fuck it.. My main three, woe, lesbians be upon thee
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6/26/24
Isabelle, Lola, and Dalia
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p0tat0-4rt · 1 year ago
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17/17 completed
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crazys-art · 2 years ago
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lil belle doodl
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distinguished-rave-moth · 2 months ago
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This is Isabelle
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shes the dhampir daughter of Astarion and my Tav; Lilith.
She was born 58 years after the fall of the netherbrain.
(sorry I got carried away and it kind of turned into a fanfic about her life, whoopie)
-After the death of her mother; Lilith, Isabelle and astarion drifted apart.
-Astarion couldnt bare to look at Isabelle, who was the spitting image of Lilith.
-Isabelle, having just lost her mother and dealing with a father who can't handle grief in a healthy way, decided to go on a 'journey of self discovery'
-She became a vigilante of sorts. Having grown up with tales of Lilith and Astarion's adventures across faerun, she fancied herself helping out people across faerun the same, slightly morally corrupt way her parents did.
-She faces all sorts of scrutiny. Feeling outcasted from both mortals and vampires. Being mocked all for the simple fact her parents fell in love, it was easy to begin to resent them.
-its years before Astarion and Isabelle see eachother again. Isabelle had heard about a series of attacks in and around Baldur's Gate. She stalks the rooftops of local taverns, looking for the attacker, crossbow drawn.
-At some point into the early hours of the morning, a drunk man stumbles out of a nearby tavern, about to take advantage of an equally drunk woman. Isabelle aims her crossbow, but is unable to shoot as she watches her father rip the drunk man away from the woman and bite into his neck, viciously.
-She watches the scene unfold as she connects the dots in her head. Deciding to leave him to it.
-As he drops the man, Astarion looks up to see his daughter. He calls out to her, but she only nods, disappearing into the night.
-Years later, Isabelle had allowed herself a moment of respite from adventuring. Indulging an acquaintance with a date. Its all going smoothly until they ask about Isabelle's parents.
-"I don't have any." She replies.
-Similarly, Astarion tries moving on with a new lover. they're completely different from Lilith. One night they ask if he has any children.
-"I used to"
-After one particularly dangerous fight, she finds herself seeking out Dalyria. Who had turned back to her medical career after Cazador. She asks how Astarion is doing these days. Isabelle doesn't know.
-Laying in bed with his new lover one evening, Astarion bolts upright. Awoken by a dream of when Isabelle was first born. How small she was, how happy he and Lilith were, how he'd sworn to protect them both. How he'd failed. He didn't even know if his only daughter was alive. Let alone where she was or if she was safe.
-Isabelle had remained in the underdark with the rest of the vampires by the time Astarion turned up, she had a small, hobbled-together shack balanced on a cliff edge. She would venture to the world above to gather supplies for the vampires who couldn't. Shed been doing this for quite some time now.
-She returned from one of her easier trips; Dalyria had requested some new books with updated medical science, to find her dad, Astarion, on her doorstep.
-She stopped and stared at him, dropping her bag to the floor. He stared back, neither of them moving.
-"So... Are you going to invite me in" Astarion joked, awkwardly.
-Isabelle just smiled. "hi dad"
Do you guys wanna hear about my bg3 dhampir OC who's the daughter of astarion and Tav, but everyone's grown so it's just angst feeding into my lonely 3am thoughts?
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catboymoments · 4 months ago
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Isazura doodles 👩‍❤️‍👩
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crazwaz-ocs · 2 years ago
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og blank post i love doing oc memes like this hehe. some of them don't have all the chracters on them and thats intentional (ex. romantic doesn't include izzy cause they're aromantic)
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vasira96 · 4 months ago
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the dungeon meshi changeling thing but it's my characters✨
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adrianasunderworld · 5 months ago
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Idk
@mangacupcake @fair-night-starry-tears @the-weirdos-mind @writing-heiress
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midnightmah07 · 11 days ago
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"A celebration? Really? Why, aren't you so kind. Thank you, I'll make sure to enjoy myself today."
Voice lines under the cut! • template (warning: I edited a few parts to make it look like my character's RSA dorm)
📚: well, birthday or not there's still a ton of work to do! ... although I guess it wouldn't hurt to relax a tiny bit. Just for today.
📚: my most prized possession? Well, those'd be my books! See, lately I've been reading this wonderful one about a bean stock and an ogre and— ah! S-sorry, I'm rambling too much...
📚: Leona actually gave me something besides a simple "happy birthday" message this year, can you believe it? It's a crochet book cover, he said he got it online... It is really beautiful.
📚: Did you know? Me and my mom used to share a birthday. She used to say I was her birthday gift haha! Oh, how I miss her.
📚: birthdays back home were a mix of emotions to say the least... My sisters and I were never too close so that was always awkward... But my dad always made everything better.
📚: is that— no way, you got a big pudding instead of a cake? Ahahah, why thank you! That's actually really funny, but very creative!
📚: Adeline gave me a really beautiful bouquet of flowers, I'm sure my room will smell even nicer in no time!
📚: I usually like to keep my hair in a bun when I go to sleep. Once I tried using some curlers but it looked weird... My hair is more wavy than curly so... It looked a tad bit strange.
📚: my nightgown? Ah, do you like it? I love sleeping in it, it's rather comfortable! Most women in my country tend to sleep in similar nightgowns.
📚: *yawn* ...hm? Sorry, what was that? I'm still a bit out of it, I slept too late last night... Ah, i-it totally has nothing to do with the new book I've got!!
📚: skincare? Hm... I would like to try it sometime but for now I just use a moisturizer. I care about my appearance, yes, but I've never really paid much mind to my skin in this way.
📚: Poppy gave me a crochet lion plushie... With a scar on his eye. *Sigh* is this to make fun of me or something?
📚: "If you poke Isabelle's dimples you'll have luck for 10 years...?" What sort of rumour is that? Hahah! Oh, goodness... Well, if you want to try, you're welcome to.
📚: what's this old looking note...? Oh, it's from Malleus! It's a happy birthday wish, how thoughtful. I had no idea he knew my birthday though... Is this Adeline's doing?
📚: what a delightful day this has been, and all thanks to everyone here. Thank you very much.
Duo magic:
Isabelle: Thanks for the party, Adeline.
Adeline: Happy birthday, housewarden!
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mpuzzlegirl · 1 month ago
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In this town, don't we love it now?
Isa's Halloween town look for the new twst event~
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leavingautumn13 · 1 year ago
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ham-to-ham combat
[i have commissions open now]
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imnotsillly · 4 months ago
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THIS BITCH BITES
6/26/24
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fictionalreads · 5 months ago
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This Was Never Meant to Be What It Feels Like (Part 2)
A/N: Soooooo I couldn't help myself. Ya'll really showed me love on part one and it encouraged me to write this part. I'll admit this isn't my favorite piece of writing but it's necessary cause it sets up part 3😅 Give me a few days at least for that one though. Hope y'all like it. 18+/Minors DNI
Part 1 Part 3
Pairing: Armando Aretas x Original Female Character
Fandom: Bad Boys Movies
Song I listened to while writing: Back To Love by Robert Glasper featuring SiR and Alex Isley.
Prompt: It's been six months since Armando left Shay but things feel unfinished for him.
Warnings ⚠️: Talk of smut (y'all I can't write that shit, I tried and it was trash so I just talk around it)
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Armando was only supposed to be in LA for a couple days. He was still a wanted man and he didn’t exactly enjoy putting himself at risk of being caught, but it was unavoidable. A contact had needed a job done and since being on the run, he wasn’t afforded the option of being picky when it came to money. Besides, Martinez had been helpful in getting him jobs so he considered the extra risk a favor.
Nobody wanted to work with a snitch. 
It didn’t matter that the feds had him serving life and he was just trying to survive, hopefully shave off enough time to not die in a cell. He was a rat and had nothing but enemies on both sides. Mierda, his parents had really screwed him over. His mother had ensured he would always be seen as a criminal and his father had ensured every criminal saw him as a traitor. He was destined for a life of solitude. 
Then he met Shay.
He had been eating at a restaurant frequented by his target, canvassing the place, when he heard her laugh. Usually he would ignore other patrons as he did his job but there was something so uninhibited about the sound that it captivated him. He looked up to find the source and saw her head thrown back in obvious joy, curly hair flowing freely behind her. Her eyes were damn near shut, smile big and bright. 
He was in LA for work but a little play never hurt anybody so he had his waitress send a drink to her and watched as he was pointed out. She lifted the drink he sent in a silent thanks and he raised his glass back, nodding at her with a smirk. He was aware when she had left and he finished his own meal and work soon after. He was unsurprised to find her waiting outside for him. That was the beginning of them.
He had thought once he had slept with her, they would both be satisfied and she’d be out of his system. A win-win situation, truly. But there was something about her that had him acting stupid. After he took care of Martinez’s problem, he laid low for a week, letting the heat die down. When it was safe enough to go back to Mexico, he just…didn’t. Instead he went and found her. He expected to have to work for it seeing as he left in the middle of the night and didn’t call for a week, but she let him back in.
So instead of going home like he should have, like he would have if he was smart, he stayed for her. He knew he should get the hell outta dodge, but he wanted to know her. So he called Martinez and picked up a couple more jobs he needed done out in LA and the surrounding area. When he wasn’t working he learned everything about her like it was his job, careful to never give her any real information, steering the conversation back to her every time. He was enchanted by her beauty, enthralled by her passion. Everything he learned about her got him closer to that dreaded L word.
Then he fucked up.
It had been three months of playing this dangerous game when she asked about him. He kew the day would come eventually when she wouldn’t allow him to just brush off her questions but he was somehow still unprepared and suspicious of her motives when it came. She had asked to know about his parents and he should’ve just fed her some bullshit story but he just got quiet. He realized he wanted to tell her. He wanted her to know him, the real him, and still choose him. So he had told her an edited version of his parents, only to immediately realize his mistake. He didn’t want to, but he was going to have to leave.
So after fucking out his feelings, he left. He went back to Mexico and told himself to forget about her. Except he couldn’t get her out of his head. For six months he was constantly reminded of her. Every woman that flirted with him was compared to her, every one of them coming up short. Every time he smelled shea butter and coconut, he thought of her freshly showered. Every time he needed a release, he pictured her blissed out face, his hand not nearly as good as the real thing. So he did something even dumber than staying in LA for three months.
He went back.
He watched her for a few days, Shay never knowing he was there. He watched as she went out with friends. He watched as they encouraged her when some fucker had the audacity to step to her and flirt. He watched as she went on a date with the man. A better man would have taken that as a sign that she had moved on and he should too, but he never claimed to be a better man. He watched as she gave restricted smiles, restricted laughs and came to the conclusion that this ‘date’ wasn’t doing it for her.
So he left them at the basic ass restaurant the guy chose and went to her apartment to wait for her. He found his way inside like he used to and set up on her armchair, turning on her lamp so as not to completely scare her. He waited almost an hour before he heard her keys in the door.
She clocked the light being on the second she walked in the door. 
To prevent her from running and calling the cops because she didn’t know it was him, he spoke, “hola Amorcita.”
“Armando?” She question in disbelief.
He stood and took in his fill of her before telling her what he’d been thinking all night, “you look beautiful. Nice night?”
She shut the door behind her and cautiously stepped past the kitchen to reach the living room. She was still too far, standing at the edge of her breakfast bar across the room. Why wouldn’t she come closer? On one hand, she could be pissed that he left her for six months. Something told him it wasn’t that though. If she was pissed she wouldn’t be trying to keep herself as far from him as possible, as if out of reach. No, instead she’d probably get close enough to slap him. A heartbreaking realization hit him. “Are you afraid of me now, Amorcita?”
Shay stood tall, facing him head on. “Your rap sheet says I should be,” she bit out.
There it was. The confirmation she knew who he was now, that there would be no more hiding behind omissions of truth. He tilted his head in contemplation, “that’s not what I asked.” Was she not phased by who he was? Or was she just biding her time?
When she didn’t say anything else, he slowly walked to her. He could feel the energy in the room shift and amplify. He still wasn’t sure if she was gonna knee him and run or invite his touch. He wasn’t sure if he could take the betrayal from her, but he would understand. Any sane person would run from the likes of him.
When he stood mere inches from her he ghosted his fingers over her arm, noticing her intake of breath. “Are you afraid of me now, Amorcita?” He repeated, his voice barely louder than a whisper.
Shay looked up, her eyes meeting his, “no.”
“Maybe you should be,” he brokenly admitted.
She lifted a hand to cradle his face, “You’ll never hurt me that way.” She said it so surely, as if she could see into him, see his soul. There was no doubt in her voice, her sureness both a surprise that she felt that way and a relief that she understood.
It didn’t escape his notice, however, that she was very distinct in her words. He may not have hurt her physically but he had hurt her all the same.
“I’m sorry for leaving, Alma.” He turns his head to place a kiss on her palm.
She gave him a slight smile. “I get why you did.”
“Doesn’t mean it hurt you any less or make me any less sorry.” He placed his hands on her waist, pulling her even closer, her hands going around his neck. Her scent took over his senses, clouding his thoughts.
She didn’t refute what he said, just reached up to press her lips gently against his in a quiet acceptance. When she pulled back he stared into her eyes, wondering if this was real, wondering how she could be real. He saw nothing but the love he wished he could keep. Unable to stop himself, he drew her in for a longer more passionate kiss. It was slow as if they had all the time in the world, or rather if time and the rest of the world didn’t exist. He hoped she felt the words he couldn’t say aloud.
He felt her hands stop their playing in his short hair and move towards his shirt buttons. Before she got to the first one, he pulled back and held her hands in his own, needing to tell her, owing her and her loving heart the truth.
“I can’t stay.”
Eye to eye, love and determination shining bright in hers, she whispered, “I know.”
From there, clothes shed quickly and they made their way to the bedroom. They both knew this was a goodbye, closure for them both. Their last attempt at an ending had felt lacking, like there was more to be said. This time it was all laid out in front of them. Emotions may not have been said but they were felt and known, the reality of their situation acknowledged.
This time they would both take what they needed, giving them a more satisfying conclusion.
After she fell asleep he fixed his gaze on her white ceiling, wishing things could be different for them, wishing he could stay and give her the life she deserved rather than a few memories she’ll hopefully look back on with fondness. He allowed himself a few minutes more of wishful thinking and soaking in the feeling of being with her. When it came time to leave, he hated himself for it, but he laid her on the bed and quietly collected his things. Finding a pen and a scrap piece of paper, he scribbled out a note for her, leaving it where he should have been laying next to her. He spared one last look at her before leaving her for good this time.
If you ever need anything, find Detective Mike Lowrey. Miami PD.
-A
A/N: How we feeling about this part? Let me know what your favorite line was in the comments! Don't be shy with the comments and reblogs, they motivate me. Likes are appreciated too!
Translations:
Mierda - Shit/Damn
Amorcita - Little Love
Alma - Soul/soulmate
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crazys-art · 2 years ago
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drew these two for something else but thatll prob take a while so i put em together for now :3
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bruciemilf · 7 months ago
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“Megan thee stallion would not approve”
“Listen—“
“This is NOT hot girl behaviour”
venom does NOT indorse romances with bums who fight 15 year olds
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catboymoments · 4 months ago
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a bunch of Isabelle doodles w some concepts I’ve had in mind! If you don’t know, she’s part of the human realm exchange program in my nextgen for TOH and becomes very close (🤨🏳️‍🌈) with Azura. She’s lanky and soft spoken and likes frilly clothes and I like her a lot
I wanna do more on human realm/isles relations cuz I have. many thoughts.
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