#oc: Trace Saga

[technoflare]

It is a miracle I managed to get anything done today, let alone a little bit of actual world-building for the thing I'm eventually wanting to make. Meet Desmond and Trace, a gay little Folf and a big gay Dragon respectively. They're the joint owners of a local coffee shop, Frappe Dragon, which they live directly above. Trace is usually the one running the shop while Desmond mostly does remote work unrelated to the shop, though the Folf does still help out downstairs on occasion and handles the inventory. Trace is a bit shy, but also a massive nerd. If you end up on a topic he's interested in, you better hope you've got an hour or two to spare. Fun Fact: These two are old OCs I've had since 2018, maybe earlier!

[love0dragon]

"You were always quite the loser, Smg4~" 🎶💙📺

Hehehe I've been wanting to draw PuzzleVision for awhile, so here's my take!! They are so goofy and I'm so scared for this saga bro 😭😭 please make it out yall-

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Also the lyrics that inspired this song came from the song "The Pitiful Children" from the musical Be More Chill! I still haven't seen it but I really enjoyed the song ^^

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Extra version without the shadows :3 📺

✨Please Don't Trace/Steal/Repost my Art or Oc Designs✨ 💕Fanart is always appreciated. Please keep it kind and appropriate, and tag me so I can see it!💕

[kirbybecomesastarwarrior]

Kirby becomes a Star Warrior: The Knightmare's End.

Please let me be your hero, for you were always mine...

I just never knew you were, so please don't pretend to be fine...

Please forgive this foolish child, my thankless guardian...

You were always my shadow: please let me be your light...

Let me save you just this once: let me be your knight...

So please don't hide your pain: let me cry with you...

You are loved so much more, more than you'll ever know...

You who suffered all alone, you don't have to go...

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO AI TO TRACE OR USE MY ART IN ANY SORT OF WAY!

Kirby Becomes a Star Warrior (Chapters)

Prologue: The Knigtmare's End

Chapter 1: The Nightmares of Reality

Chapter 2: The Hero's End

Chapter 3: In the Heart of a Knight

Chapter 4: The Lonely Days and Knights (WIP)

Chapter 5: In the Shadows of the Past (WIP)

Chapter 6: Fate, Stay, Knight (WIP)

Chapter 7: My little starlight (WIP)

(more chapters in the works)

Young Arthur Saga (Prequel):

What Kind of King's in My Blood

Lore: Origin of Creation, Meta Knight's Birth

Prequel comics: Birth of the Lone Swordman, Loss of the Sister

Story Fanfic Lore: Empathic Touch

Kirby OC's:

Sir Uther (The Sovereign Star): The Orginal Leader of the GSA:

"Mercy Kill", Apart of myself, the Sabotaging Gala & Meta's friendship

Lady Celestine (Navigator of the Constellations):

Celestine is Merlyn, In Denial

Sir Icarus (Trailblazer of the Milkway):: (WIP)

the Sabotaging Gala & Meta's friendship, Sir Icarus intro

Dame Morgan: (Conductor of Chaos) (WIP)

Ripple Star Saga

Kitsune Form

Characters Arcs of the main cast:

Kirby:

Meta Knight:

The Journey of a King

Fumu/Tiff:(WIP)

Bun/Tuff:(WIP)

King Dedede:(WIP)

Marx: (the Pied Piper)

Role in the story

Prince Fluff : (the Grial Prince)

Fluff's Dad King Fisher- The Grail King (Papa Fisher)

Magolor: (WIP)

Just in case I get MIA: When Kirby Becomes a Star Warrior~

[tirednamelessguy]

Okay, context: This is just a little scene I typed out in the middle of the night recently for a fanfiction (which isn't really one, it only exists in my head in the form of a bunch of different scenes and some backstory). It's for the manga and anime series Vinland Saga and is a Thorfinn x oc/reader fic. That's all that I wanna say for now, I'll probably reblog this to really get into the nitty gritty of this fic (like giving the actual context of the story). I just really wanted to share this one because I can't get it out of my mind so I gotta. Anyway, enough of me yapping, enjoy.

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The moon hung low in a star studded sea of darkness, shining down on the land. The deep blue river surged on, seeming to carry a thousand shimmering stars in its bosom along its path; to flow for miles before joining at a greater vastness eventually. The glowworms didn't come out that night, painting the two familiars in just the light of the world above. They were staring at the waters in silence, both lost in thought. Erik's fingers subconsciously found their way to her hair when the strain of its bounds started to get a little painful and released them, letting her hair cascade down her shoulders, curled and tangled. A faint sigh left her at the relief to her scalp. She saw a faint outline of her face in the water, watching her locks cup her face but couldn't tell much besides due to the meagre light. She brushed through them with her hand, taming them a bit before her eyes naturally went to Thorfinn, finding his gaze already on her.

They were sitting pretty close to keep warm but the distance hadn't meant much until now, when it felt miniscule yet immense at the same time. Erik's stare wandered from Thorfinn's eyes but not far, finding home in his face still, running over his features— his nose, his brows, his hair, his temples, his cheeks, his ears, his jaw, his chin, his lips; she thoroughly traced it all with her eyes, reading each shape, each rise, each dip, each scar. In its totality, his face looked dreamy, like a haze was pulled over it. Or perhaps it was her who was in a haze, finding contentment in simply gazing at him. It was about time she said something, she was aware of that but words struggled to take form in her head, let alone break free from the confines of her mouth.

"You look beautiful." Finally, he spoke. His voice was gentle, not rising above the gushing water in front of them as a rule. Their eyes reunited and for a second, he stumbled, eyes wide as if he surprised himself with his own words but soon, he collected himself. That was his nature after all. He always knew what to say and each word that left those perfectly shaped lips of his was like the mead of poetry for which she would be down to trickery just to get a taste of.

"It... suits you... this way."

The tug on the corners of her lips grew stronger, a fluttering in her chest made her take in a deep breath; the chill, fresh smells of grass and damp soil filled her chest. Her gaze grew softer and that was answer enough for him. 'Thank you', her smile told him. She wondered what he was thinking, his honey-brown eyes refusing to leave her. What she had in mind was crystal clear though. 'I love you', that was all. She wished she could say it. She probably could but she knew neither of them wanted to break the fragile, sanctious tranquility between them.

For that reason, he let his actions speak, extending a hand and delicately caressing her cheek with his knuckles. In harmony, she closed her eyes, feeling every inch of his hand. If she could somehow collect this feeling of his warm, scarred skin on her face, make an ocean out of it and slowly drown in it for eternity, she gladly would. His hand brushed along her shadowy locks and she ached to look at him again. He had moved— no, he was moving, just so slow that it was barely noticeable.

Their eyes were set on each other, locked in place. As he neared her, she could see his eyes more clearly. Shining in the moonlight, they held not only the colour but also the effects of the most divine mead to ever make her drunk. And from the core of those wells grew his pupils ever wider, a darkness that beckoned her to get closer as well. And she did, hypnotised, leaning closer both to his palm that cupped her cheek now, and his bewitching face. His lips were parted ever so slightly which she replicated. Her eyelids grew heavier, fluttering half way down. His thumb brushed her cheekbone, almost as if to make sure this was real. He lifted his chin and tilted his head to the right and his breath tickled her cheek so intoxicatingly, her eyes couldn't stand to remain open. And if she wasn't dying to feel his lips, she would probably fall back and swoon right there.

He didn't drag her anticipation. His lips connected with hers, feather-light and softer than clouds. That alone was enough to leave her breathless— head feeling light and heart soaring. She wanted to say his name, over and over again until her breath ran out, like it was the chant of Gods, an elixir to the parched lips of a lone traveller. She didn't. Solely because she couldn't with the way his lips blanketed hers, moving in a drawn out way. He was making his point, showing her he meant what he said and more. Erik returned the affection, kissing him with all the softness and all the love she had in herself. Her hand went to hold his free one that rested on his lap, lacing her fingers with his.

Their kiss deepened slightly, the yearning that was in the back of both of their minds taking reins. Her brows drew close. Her heart was crying out, her throat hurt from keeping all the emotion down, the only outlet being her lips which did their best to convey all that they could. Soothingly, Thorfinn brushed his thumb over her warm skin again. He understood, she could tell. Because he felt it too. All those years spent away from each other crumbled and turned to dust before them; disappeared, never to separate them again. Nothing ever could, not anymore. For their hearts would always show the way to the other. Even if the heavens were to rip them apart, even if they were stranded on opposite sides of the world, they would find a way back.

'I love you', her heart whispered yet again and he listened. And he said it back, all in the simple motion of the kiss.

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Just wanna add that I've written more after this but am debating whether or not to put that up as well. I'll probably let it marinate in my notes for a while and post it anyway idk

[rotting-elks]

Words of Wisdom

Einar's father ‐‐ Lionel Blackmore -- worked hard to instill principles in his children, Einar, Nietz, and Lola. When, out of the three children, Einar was the only one born human instead as a werewolf pup, Lionel got a head start with him while he waited for the other two to grow old enough to shift.

This was so rushed at the end because I've spent MONTHS on this but you get it, just pause it to read or something 😭😭

The audio is from Vinland Saga, the first episode I think?? It's been a while since I've watched it XP

-These OCS belong to me, and ME ONLY!

-DON'T STEAL, TRACE, REPOST, OR DO ANYTHING ELSE WITH MY ART WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!!!

[xyywrites]

War Cry a Levi Ackerman x OC fic

rating : mature

archive warnings : graphic depictions of violence , major character death

categories : F/M, Multi

fandoms : Attack on Titan | Shinjeki No Koyojin

tags/genre : Angst, Slow Burn, Dead Dove : do not eat, Original Character(s) , Original Fiction, Canon Divergence, Tragic Par, Trauma, Grim Dark, Action/Adventure, Found Family, Age Gap, Unresolved tension, Unresolved emotional tension, Unresolved romantic tension, Unresolved sexual tension, Epic Saga

summary :

In a world cloaked by towering walls and buried truths, Mirae Atsushi has always lived in the shadows—hidden, masked, and unknown. Her lineage is both a curse and a death sentence: as the last known descendant of the once-powerful Isayama Clan of Hizurian diplomats, Mirae bears the weight of a bloodline marked for annihilation. The monarchy has unleashed relentless assassins, determined to erase every trace of her clan’s legacy.Under Toren's vigilant care, Mirae's life has been a careful dance of survival and invisibility. But when Toren is brutally murdered, the fragile sanctuary she’s known shatters. Forced into a perilous world of betrayal and desperation, Mirae becomes a pawn in games far bigger than she ever imagined. Deals are struck in the shadows, sealing her fate—a path that will ultimately lead her to him.Levi Ackerman.Amid the turmoil of a crumbling world, Mirae must confront her own fears, unearth long-buried truths, and navigate the fine line between survival and rebellion. Every step forward reveals new enemies, unexpected allies, and a deeper conspiracy that threatens not just her survival but the fragile balance of the world itself.

link to fic : AO3 Link

[versatileginger]

HIDDEN | CHAPTER 6

Billy Russo x OC (Ava) 

Warnings: Not canon, violence, weapons, stalking (not MMC), murder, everything you'd find in The Punisher universe, no betrayal. 

Summary: Billy meets someone that piques his interest. Did he mention she carries a knife?

A/N: Hello lovelies! I hope you enjoy this chapter. As of now I'm looking for a beta reader!

As the sun paints the sky with hues of dawn, Ava stirs from her slumber, greeted by the soft glow filtering through her curtains. She gently rubs away the remnants of sleep from her eyes, the warmth of the morning seeping into her room. With a sense of anticipation, she reaches for her phone, finding a message waiting for her from Billy.

"I’m looking forward to our date tonight." it reads. Ava can't help but smile as she types a playful response, teasing him about his chopstick prowess. While she waits for his reply, she heads to the bathroom, the cool tiles under her feet contrasting with the warmth of the morning. The subtle scent of her vanilla soap mingles with the freshness of the morning air.

Engaged in the morning routine, the rhythmic brushing of teeth becomes a familiar melody, accompanied by the distant sounds of birds beginning their day outside her window. A notification buzzes on her phone, and there it is—a quick-witted reply from Billy: "You think I would have proposed sushi if they weren’t?"

Ava slips into her comfortable fitness attire, a seamless blend of style and functionality. Eager for some fresh air and exercise, she steps out, her brisk walk unfolding under the open sky. The rhythmic beat of her sneakers against the pavement creates a harmonious cadence as she immerses herself in the invigorating energy of the outdoors. Along the way, she decides to treat herself, concluding her walk with the simple pleasure of a delicious sandwich, a well-deserved reward for both body and soul. 

Seated on a weathered bench in the lively park, Ava unwraps her sandwich, taking in the savory scent and the bustling scene around her. A cute mother duck waddles by with her ducklings, prompting a genuine smile from Ava. As she continues to enjoy her sandwich, her thoughts turn to Billy, appreciating the warm feeling of being wanted and the joy of his companionship.

Her thoughts linger on the playful banter, the teasing glances, and the shared laughter. Her heart flutters at the memory of how, when Billy playfully flirted, she couldn't help but blush, and when she returned the favor, she could see the same rosy hue coloring his cheeks. It was a delightful dance they had mastered, each move leaving them both grinning like conspirators in a shared secret.

Finishing the last bite, Ava stands up, discarding the wrapper. The park, now bathed in the soft glow of the morning sun, becomes a picturesque backdrop for her leisurely walk home. The echoes of laughter and the rustling leaves accompany her, a gentle soundtrack to the simple yet beautiful moments that have colored her morning.

As Ava steps through the threshold of her home, putting them in the shoe rack. She turns on the tv to have some background noise, a low hum of information blending into the cadence of her domestic tasks

‘’Breaking news just in; In a daring feat, The Phantom Cartel intercepted a truck loaded with weapons, seamlessly vanishing into the shadows with their illicit bounty. Authorities find themselves floundering in the wake of this operation, grappling with the challenge posed by an enemy shrouded in mystery—dressed entirely in black, faces concealed, leaving no trace for investigation. This is Tracy Morgan and stay tuned for further updates on this unfolding saga.’’

Ava sighs as she surveys the kitchen counter. It's a mess, with clean dishes piled high and crumbs scattered everywhere. She grabs a sponge and some cleaning spray and gets to work.

She wipes down the counter, one swipe at a time. She doesn't mind the mindless repetition. It's a chance to clear her head and focus on something simple.

She moves on to the dishes, scrubbing them clean and stacking them neatly in the dishwasher. She takes her time, enjoying the feeling of accomplishment as she completes each task.

Finally, she wipes down the cupboards and sweeps the floor. The kitchen is now clean and tidy, and Ava feels a sense of satisfaction. She's not sure why she enjoys cleaning so much, but she does. It's a way to make her space feel more organized and in control.

Feeling accomplished she heads to the quietude of her bathroom, Ava engages in a cherished moment of self-care. The shower, a haven of warmth, becomes a retreat from the external clamor. Choosing her vanilla-scented body wash, transforming the act of cleansing into a sensory delight. The rich lather, coupled with the comforting aroma of vanilla, creates a cocoon of tranquility within the shower's embrace.

Turning her attention to her hair, Ava reaches for a conditioner with a gentle, invigorating scent. As she applies it with deliberate strokes, the routine transcends into a mindful ritual. Fingers weaving through her locks, she becomes attuned to the soothing cadence of the water. The shower, now an interplay of warmth and fragrance, affords her a brief respite—a moment to recalibrate amidst the demands of the day.

Ava steps out of the shower and wraps herself in a towel. She dries off her hair and then uses a blow dryer to style it. She curls her hair to add some volume and bounce.

Once her hair is dry, she applies some light makeup to accentuate her features. She puts on some foundation, concealer, and mascara. She also applies a light blush and lipstick.

Completing her makeup ritual with a satisfied flourish, Ava gracefully glides towards the living room, reveling in the pleasing orderliness of her space. The clock's hands inch towards eight as she adds a delicate touch of perfume, the final embellishment to her evening ensemble. Just as the fragrance delicately settles, a timely doorbell chime resonates through the room, punctuating the tranquil ambiance.

With a knowing smile, Ava deduces that her awaited guest, Billy, has arrived punctually.

Opening the door she is met with a dark figure.  Before she can even acknowledge the presence she is pushed inside. suddenly she feels weird and everything goes black.

A gentle warmth graces Ava's face, the initial sensation seeping through the fog of unconsciousness. Attempting to pry her eyes open proves futile; the radiance that greets her is almost blinding, exacerbating the already pounding ache in her head.

"Ava? Ava? Fuck..."

The urgency in the voice pulls her into a heightened state of awareness. Suddenly, she's in motion, cradled by firm, reassuring hands beneath her knee and against her back. Despite the pain that continues to grip her mind, a realization pierces through — she's being carried.

"I could just close my eyes a bit longer, right?" she muses inwardly.

And in that moment, she surrenders to the lull of darkness once more.

A cool, damp touch on her lips prompts Ava to sip, an unexpected rush of thirst compelling her to indulge.

"Easy, easy," a familiar voice cautions. "Don't drink too fast, or you'll get nauseous." She recognizes that voice. B-Billy? "Thank god," she hears him murmur. "Can you open your eyes for me, sweetheart?"

Slowly, she complies, eyelids parting in response to his gentle encouragement. "That's it," he whispers.

Fully awakening, she surveys her surroundings. This is unmistakably not her apartment. Everything appears meticulously arranged, a stark contrast to the disorder she anticipated. Not a single item seems out of place, except, perhaps, for herself.

"What happened?" she inquires, seeking Billy's gaze. His eyes are already fixed on her, unwavering.

As her eyes meet his, questions hang in the air, waiting to be unraveled.

"When I arrived at your door, it was already slightly ajar. Opening it, I discovered this dark figure standing over you. He heard me approaching and hastily fled through the window. God, Ava, I was so worried," Billy recounted, his concern etched across his face.

"Observing that you had no head trauma, I surmised you might have been drugged. That's when I decided to bring you with me to my apartment. I had my friend Curtis check you over. He assured me you're in the clear, probably just out of it. Curtis advised me to let you sleep it off," Billy explained, his voice a mix of relief and lingering worry.

A thousand thoughts race through Ava's mind, each one trying to catch up with the chaotic events that unfolded. As she gazes at Billy, she notices the disheveled state of his hair, evidence of the evident distress he must have felt.

"How are you feeling?" Billy inquires, his hand holding hers for reassurance.

"Like I've been run over by a truck," she replies with a light laugh, only to wince as the throbbing in her head makes itself known once more.

"Any idea who it was?" she presses Billy for answers.

"No," he admits, his gaze momentarily distant. "They left the moment they heard me. All I could make out was a figure clad in black." Unwilling to disclose the unsettling details, Billy decides it's best to keep from Ava the connection between the mysterious figure and the group he and Frank had been tailing.

MAIN MASTERLIST HIDDEN MASTERLIST CHAPTER 7

[anavatazes]

WIP Wed!?

It's been a long time since I've posted any writing. Yeah, and this is a WIP for a Magneto X OC fic I've been working on. I decided I may as well post something while I sit here waiting, unable to work while the initial effects of my headache injection do their thing (head rush, dizziness, weird sight, and tingly body, followed by a one-hour power nap). It's still raw, unedited, and will most likely change later. And it might be a tad smutty, so be careful where you step. So, before I doze off, here we go:

Krakoa

The House of M

Magneto lay in bed with her wrapped around him, snoring lightly. Running his hands ever so carefully through her red hair, he studied the face of his new lover, Saga. He’d had to remember to thank Kurt for introducing them at the Green Lagoon months ago. Things were still new but also felt as though they’d been with each other for years. Her pale skin was smooth, only touched by the tattoos that decorated her, marking her as an ancient one amongst her kind. Caressing the dragon scale markings on her left arm, Max hadn’t noticed the soft brown eyes that had awakened and stared back at him.

“You know, one would think that you have a problem,” she whispered, leaning up to his face, and kissing his cheek. 

“Hm.” He continues moving his hand along her left side, tracing some of the larger patterns of the tattoo. “And what would that be?”

“You cannot get enough of me,” placing kisses along his chest, Saga reaches up to caress his face. 

“Then they would be correct. I do find myself at a loss for you, my dear. We should rectify that.”

It isn’t long and two bodies begin the dance they have begun many times since their introduction. A joining of two hearts and souls. As they dance, Max allows his hands to wander the body he desires to imprint in his memory forever. The dragon tattoo on the left, and the wolf on the right. The strength that her lithe form hides, but he relishes in. The connection he feels with just being in the same vicinity as this lovely creature manifests tenfold as they join in the most intimate of ways a couple can. 

[atombonniebaby]

OC Infodump incoming! ⚠⚠⚠

I rediscovered "Valhalla Calling" by Miracle of Sound recently and finally got around to getting some Viking inspired Nate screens! 🙌🏼

Okay, so, I have mentioned before that my Nate has "Atom's Gift" so he's pretty much unphased by radiation! (read more about him here!)

But like I'm also kinda into Norse mythology so...maaaaaybe it's not quite a gift from Atom... 🤔

Yay, character development! 👏🏼 ...I do always laugh my ass off at the sarcastic line you can do with Dr Amari when discussing going to the Glowing Sea...

"Oh, I'm going in naked. Fingers crossed I get super powers."

Well, son...you probably could...

I've imaged that Nate's embodying a post-apocalyptic Viking since way back when I wrote this description of him from Mac's POV!

MacCready mused that his Boss might as well have been plucked straight from the pages of some old-world saga he'd scavenged. Nate was the kind of guy you'd imagine leading a battle charge, sturdy and commanding.

Despite having no visual reference of what a 'Viking' would look like, Nate fits the description MacCready thought, a trace of a smirk playing on his lips.

His auburn-brown, wild, thick beard looked like he'd won a battle with a Yao Guai and kept the fur as a souvenir.

It amusingly contrasted with the smooth expanse of his bald head, which shone with the same stubborn shine reflected in his hazel eyes. Those eyes had stared him down more than once.

More screens and song inspo below the cut!

[inksrepublic]

Ahoy to all One piece lovers comrades, I'm looking for beta readers/writing partners/collaborators for a story inspired by One piece but especially with an ultra pirate setting, which I'm working on

Hello everyone, I'm also trying to write here in the hope of having better luck and finding someone who wants to get into this project.

Mainly I'm looking for someone to do some healthy world-building with, who can sit down with me and brainstorm intensively and discuss character arcs, plot points and so on. I'm also looking for someone who is good at building and narrating fighting scenes, as there will be quite a few in this story.

In addition, I'm looking for artists/illustrators who are interested in collaborating and making designs of characters, places and whatnot.

Some additional information:

Compared to the canonical work, this story will have somewhat darker tones, with an atmosphere that also draws heavily from by many pirate-themed media, including the Pirates of the Caribbean saga.

This is an Oc-centered fic set in a universe where the characters who appeared in the canon series never existed and some events never happened. This is why it can be regarded as a completely original story, but one that draws heavily on and mixes elements taken from One Piece and the mysticism typical of swashbuckling and adventure stories.

Since I think the system created by Oda is quite good, I decided to keep it and expand some elements. I'm referring to groups such as Yonko, Shichibukai, Revolutionary Army, etc.

I have currently written and published well eight chapters of this fanfic reaching 36k words and a ninth chapter is being written.

Summary: "We didn't understand what we were attracted to until it was before our eyes."

Beyond the Grand Line, one of the world's greatest explorers unearthed something that should never have been found and could have thrown the world into chaos if it had fallen into the wrong hands. However, it seems that he himself went back to erase every trace of his journey, including the way to get there and the location of the treasure itself. Some 20 years later, a pirate with a mysterious past known as "The Devil of the Seas" and his extravagant crew are on the trail of the man and the clues he allegedly left behind before mysteriously vanishing into thin air. What is their purpose? What role does the World Government play with all this? And why are the Celestial Dragons so afraid of it?

In a nutshell, my story is about the incredible and chaotic voyage undertaken by Captain Morgan, or as he is commonly called "The Devil of the Seas," a former rear admiral turned very dangerous pirate and outlaw, in order to find a legendary relic to completely destroy the World Government and the World Nobles system, all the while recruiting a crew of such scoundrels and turning the whole world upside down.

Links to the fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41950965

Also, my purpose is also to create with my stories a solid community that is even more passionate about this fantastic work that is One Piece. It would also be cool for multiple authors who are One Piece fans to join together, each creating their own story set in my own universe. We could create spin-offs on various characters, sequels and whatnot. The only limitation would be our imagination. I'm sure there are many out there who feel the same way and are fascinated by this world.

So, come on! Don't be shy and jump aboard!

Let's have fun together!!!!

Dm me for more information or if you are interested or comment this post.

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[quidell-fics]

Chapter 18 of my vinland saga fanfic "Sword and Spice" is out!

Askeladd x oc

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54770248/chapters/148200040

Summary: Fiadh finds herself in a tight spot, struggling to remove an arrowhead from her leg before things take a turn for the worse. Thorfinn's efforts aren’t getting results, but to her dismay, someone she utterly despises steps in to offer assistance.

Snippet: When I opened my eyes again, Askeladd was still fixed on me. Eyes hot on mine, but then he glanced down at my wound, his grip loosening. Then, his thumb began to trace the skin just below the injury, his expression morphing into one of puzzlement. “Did you shave your legs?” he asked, frowning in confusion.

The tension from our earlier exchange evaporated instantly, and I let out an amused laugh.

Of all the questions to ask…

“I did,” I confessed, still chuckling. Of course, he'd find it odd. It wasn’t until World War I that leg shaving became a widespread fashion trend, thanks to shifts in culture and advertising. “I prefer smooth legs. It makes me feel cleaner.”

[missis-maple394]

SKETCH 15USD - What she SAIYAN?? (OC comm)

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Only clients can repost my work with permission and provide artist link to direct my art gallery.

Author’s comment:

Quick SKETCH15USD illustration comm for @/Brian! He asked me to draw their DND OC based on DragonBall Xenoverse character creation with my clean-up sketches!

I never drawn DBZ style of Saiyan despite I grew up being monkey (a.k.a. I’ve watched this show a lot back then when I was a kid, I enjoyed the whole arc of Cell Saga!) This has been pleasure to work with it <3 Thanks for taking last slot!

I’m opened for last slot 70USD+ big commissioned work! DM me for inquiries if you’re interested!

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[vinkunwildflowerqueenupdates]

Wicked fanfics- Series

The After series: Post-Musical canon. Elphaba and Fiyero live their happily ever after. 3 works.

The Forever series: Canon divergent. Shiz-era. A chronicle of Elphaba and Fiyero's relationship in a timeline where after the Lion Cub day, a Fiyeraba relationship happens. 3 works.

The May I Not Lose You series: When Elphaba falls pregnant out of wedlock, Frex plots an awful crime before she can tell Fiyero. The original tale- MAY I NOT LOSE YOU- and its alternate ending, BUT FOR A MOMENT, splitting from Chapter 7 of MINLY. Not canon compliant. Shiz-era. 2 works.

The Taking Chances universe: Elphaba and Fiyero through the ups and downs of their relationship as they build a life together, through Shiz and beyond. 3 works.

The Out of the Blue series: A Fiyeraba universe in which Elphaba and Fiyero first meet when his driver does actually knock her over. 5 works.

The Come What May series: What started off as a Fiyeraba-adapted of the 1998 film You've Got Mail ended up being a saga where Elphaba has cancer, and then she and Fiyero have a life together. If you read Come What May take care and mind the tags. It can get a bit heavy at times. Not canon compliant. Shiz-era. 4 works.

The Crapartment series: A few little oneshots of Fiyero and Elphaba establishing a life together in Fliaan post-musical. 2 works.

The Life's Epochs series: A universe in which Frex realises before it's too late that the way he treats his eldest daughter is wrong, gets therapy and does better by Elphaba; which then has a ripple effect on the rest of her life. Fiyeraba. Frex/OC. Not canon compliant. 5 works.

The Long Time Coming series: An AU inspired by the 2003 film What a Girl Wants, and an alternate take on that story.

The Nothing Comes From Nothing series: "Something Good" from The Sound of Music meets A Wonderful Life in this post-canon Fiyeraba. 2 works.

The Timeless series: A series of oneshots, all different AUs, each with a different Fiyeraba meet-cutes.

The Vinkun Royal Family series: This is what happens when whilst struggling with writer’s block, you somehow ended up tracing the fictional Vinkun royal family back to the 1100s.

[toribookworm22]

Happy Blorbo Blursday!

Your current most loved Blorbo (or OC) has hot coffee spilled all over them by an unnamed side character they’ve never met and will never see again. How do they react? Is their reaction different than it would be if this were an important character or someone they knew?

Hey, love! Thanks for the ask!

And I'm back with one of my boys from The Animatronic Saga:

Rolyn wouldn't mind so much if it hadn't been one of the days he decided to wear his boyfriend's shirt.

"Coding--" He cuts himself off, immediately standing and pulling the shirt away from his chest before it can burn him too badly.

"Adenrore, I'm so sorry! Let me help."

The worker's trying to help; Rolyn knows this. But when he starts pressing napkins against the collar of the already ruined shirt, Rolyn can't do anything except yank away. "No, I just... Just stop."

"I'm so sorry." The worker backs away. Holds out the napkins. "Let me go get more."

The shirt slips from his fingers, sticky and still warm against his skin. He'll hate that later, but right now he needs his hands to get to press his nails into before he falls apart in the middle of this coffee shop. "There's no need."

The worker frowns. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, can I just..." Inhale. Exhale. "I'll clean this up and-"

"I got it. Are you sure you don't want another? On the house."

"No, I'm going home. Thanks."

"I am sorry."

Rolyn tries to smile, but he's pretty sure it's not a convincing one. It doesn't feel convincing. "That's alright."

It's only five minutes home, thank Adenrore, because he barely gets the door closed behind me before he's yanking the shirt over his head and running to the bathroom. He drenched the shirt and starts warming up the water, praying he hasn't ruined the shirt.

"Come on." Even wet, half the cream shirt is still noticeably darker.

"Rolyn?" Footsteps. He starts scrubbing harder. "You didn't stay out very long." Tomas appears in the doorway, fond for all of the five seconds he doesn't see the tension built up in his boyfriend's shoulders. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"I was wearing your shirt," Rolyn mutters, furiously working at the fabric.

Tomas steps closer, peering into the water. "Okay."

Rolyn finally stops scrubbing, letting the shirt plop into the sink and pulling his hands up to his face. "No. No. I was wearing your shirt and coffee spilled on it and it won't come out."

"Okay." Tomas reaches up and pries Rolyn's hands down. "Did it burn you?"

"Tomas, it won't come out."

Tomas lets go of his hands and instead traces the red marks on Rolyn's chest. "Let me get you an ice pack." He moves to leave but catches Rolyn's arm first. "Stop with the shirt, okay?"

They both look down at the stained shirt. "Yeah. Okay."

...

"Well, it came out a little."

Tomas looks up from the episode he's watching to see Rolyn holding the coffee shirt up to his chest. "You just wanted it to be all artsy, didn't you?" Rolyn laughs, but Tomas isn't fooled. "Hey. It's just a shirt."

"A nice shirt."

"And now it's an artsy shirt."

"You can wear it with your artsy pants."

Rolyn throws himself on the bed. "Coding hell. You were the one who wanted to eat in bed."

"I thought I'd sleep on the couch forever."

Rolyn shoves him. "Careful or you might." Tomas tosses the shirt on the floor. "Hey, I just washed that."

"Mhm. And?"

Rolyn hesitates then cuddles up next to Tomas. "Eh. It's just a shirt."

[ageravena]

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(Finally decided to make this)

Greetings, strangers on the internet! I'm Ager, a self-proclaimed niche micro celebrity and an artist. I post weekly about stuff related to whatever my current fixation is

SFW, though prepare for the occasional sight of naked people and slightly suggestive art (I don't have the balls to post anything NSFW)

I use a lot of sarcasm and irony, so do not take me too seriously lol

WHERE TO FIND ME

Instagram:

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@ ageravena_photos (photography)

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If you just search "ageravena" anywhere, you'll probably find me

Read more for info about me, my projects, commissions and rules regarding my content (like artworks and stuff)

CURRENT FIXATION

The Fairly OddParents (specifically A New Wish)

OTHER THINGS I CARE ENOUGH ABOUT TO MENTION

Ginga: Nagareboshi Gin (and the other dog manga series created by Yoshihiro Takahashi)

Neon Genesis Evangelion

Five Nights at Freddy's

Moomins

Breaking Bad

Terraria

Steve Saga / Rainbow Quest

Geometry Dash songs, NCS

+ lots of others things

Thomas The Tank Engine (not my proudest past fixation, but I feel obligated to mention it)

Steven Universe

ABOUT ME

bald & bold

XNTP

casual furry

pescetarian

atheist

a bit chronically online

half 🇫🇮, half 🇸🇪 (though I live in Finland and speak Finnish)

both a traditional (watercolor) and a digital (Krita) artist

loves biology & chemistry (even though I kinda suck at both of them, bruh)

collects bones, dead bugs, old taxidermy and other miscellaneous nature stuff

there's a chance I'm neurodivergent (suspected by various sources), though that hasn't been confirmed, so I'm not going to claim anything

against proshipping, for crackshipping

Supports 🇵🇸 & 🇺🇦. Stay strong

PROJECTS / AUs

"For every fixation that lasts more than 2 months, there must be an AU for it" -me

Archive the Stars [AtS] (original concept)

Sci-fi space adventure with OCs. Cool mechs included

Unfinished

Purgemaker (original concept)

OCs stuck working in a literal hell factory. Inspired by a dream I had and a horror game called "Pony Factory"

Unfinished

Missionaries of Eden [MoE] (The Fairly OddParents AU)

Unoficially known as the "Bible AU"

Lore explained in posts (I'll probably pile everything up eventually)

In the refining stages

tags:

#the fairly oddparents: missionaries of eden AU

#fop: missionaries of eden AU

Shared Humanity (Thomas the Tank Engine AU)

Weird bodyhorror AU (I tried to make the sentient trains make sense)

Made one post and never explained further

Completed

COMMISSIONS

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Sining out.

Sincerely, A. A.

[syerra-637]

🌙 Old masterlist

The writings are really bad, forgive me. In all honesty I thought about deleting them or at least putting them in private, but there are people who liked them and reblogged them so I tried to put things into perspective and tell myself that I have still evolved and that these are a trace of my evolution.

Twisted wonderland

Floyd Leech general headcanon (male reader)

Yandere Rook with an s/o who think they're ugly

When the dream ended (drabble of king Malleus)

How they help you to study (dorm leader)

Rough day (Leona, Lilia, Malleus, Jade and Floyd)

Hug with octavinel trio

Y/n is interest by dragons

Vil with a tomboy s/o

Yandere!Vil and Yandere!Rook with a beautiful s/o

Firefly's glow: a nighttime tale (Malleus Draconia)

Vil's little sister being in a relationships with Idia

Taking care of their sick!s/o (Azul + Ruggie)

Their girlfriend snuck into their bed overnight (Kalim, Malleus, Riddle, Floyd)

You slap Leona's ass | Pt2 (Crowley and Crewel's pov)

Idia with a chubby s/o

Watch a Disney movie with him (Leona, Azul and Leona)

Watching an horror movie (Vil + Jamil)

Black butler

Meeting Vincent Phantomhive

Hunter x Hunter God these are particularly bad

Shooting stars (drabble with Killua)

Alluka's lover Pt1 | Pt2 (Alluka and reader have the same age)

Vinland Saga

The secret of destiny (canute x mysterious!fem reader)

General headcanon for Thorfinn

Jujutsu Kaisen

His queen (drabble: sukuna and his wife) | Cherry Blossoms (Pt2 of his queen)

Baki

Biscuit Oliva general headcanon

Spy x Family

Forger family's general headcanon (platonic, reader is an another child in the family)

Yuri and an affectionate s/o

Having an argument about one of your coworker (Jealous!Yuri Briar)

Ghibli studio

Howl's jealously headcanon

Disney

Denahi general headcanon

Kuzco general headcanon

Jealous Kuzco headcanon

Kuzco with a strong s/o

Kuzco with a protective s/o

Camilo Madrigal and fem s/o (drabble)

My oc

Obsessed yandere ceo | Original idea

Yandere actor