#oc: Xenia

[keleravna]

this pride month i offer toxic gay elves based on this pic 🏳️‍🌈💗

[saoriplease]

finally semi finish xenia's skin and fixing her face, i do believe she has reached her final form.

[angynomadsimp]

[fenjammin]

i forgot i had some adopts i got forever ago and so i spruced them up and finally drew them some refs :] meet Melanthios (he/him) and Xenia (they/them)! they are adopted siblings

bonus height difference under cut

[megidonitram]

Everyone's Running From Something (ch.3)

A Baldur's Gate 3 University Professor AU

Rating: M

Quick Summary: Astarion and Gale are two University English professors precariously mentoring a troubled 19-year-old and falling in love.

💖Main Pairing : BloodWeave,(Astarion/Gale) 💕Side Pairings: Shadowheart/Nocturne, Karlach/Dammon, Wyll/The Dark Urge, Tav/Tav 💔Past Pairings: Gale/Mystra, Astarion/Sebastian, Astarion/Tav

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**Please see Master List Entry for Full Content Warnings**

⏰Chapter Warning⏰ None

Astarion took a lap around the building to cool off before returning to his office- The last thing he needed was Gale asking him how he was doing after that little shit-show. Korrilla had also given him something of a runaround after he left Raphael’s office. She accidentally printed his requested forms on legal-size paper (because she forgot that she didn’t restock the printer before break) and then wasn’t sure if being in the wrong formatting would invalidate the paperwork, so Astarion had to wait for her to go get a fresh package of printer paper from the supply closet in the basement, which made him feel like a dick because she had to climb four flights of stairs to do that.

The problem with Korrilla was that Astarion never knew if she was in on Raphael’s torment or if she was just making a series of human mistakes because he made her nervous- though neither answer made the interaction any less annoying.

When Astarion got back to his office, Gale was still there. He was flipping through a heavily marked-up handbook on technical writing for business communications, staring at the pages as if he were either heavily engrossed by the reading -unlikely- or trying to light the damn thing on fire. It only made sense once he stepped into the room and saw Xenia posted up in the corner on her phone.

“Ah, Miss Bellona. Exactly who I was hoping to run into.” Astarion said, snapping the tension in the room like a loose thread. Gale nearly jumped out of his skin. “You look terrible.”

Xenia looked up at him with narrowed eyes, chewing one of her nails on her good hand. “I’ve had a rough few months.” She replied in that flat, desperately-trying-not-to-care tone that made her so fun to tease.

“I’ve heard. What do you need help with?” He slapped down his stack of paperwork on his desk and sat at his computer. Astarion saw Gale watching him wide-eyed, and he wondered how much Gale had pried while he was gone.

“I wanted to get the assignment sheets for my missing work from Survey of Gothic Literature,” Xenia said. Gale casually turned in his chair and pretended to rearrange the books on his shelf, giving them the courtesy of at least pretending to check-out of their conversation. “I thought I should get started on finishing that before the rest of my classes start…”

“Of course, you dropped off around Project… 4, was it? I think I kept a folder with your missing assignments somewhere.” With a few keystrokes, Astarion’s computer lurched back to life, fan buzzing as the machine recalibrated after being shut off for a month straight.

“I think the last thing I turned in was the 2nd character study…” Xenia replied. “…or maybe I just finished it- do you recall reading a paper from me about Miss Jessel?”

“I don’t, but I’ve read nearly a thousand bad-to-mediocre composition papers since then, so it’s likely I just forgot.” Astarion clicked through the expired Canvas shell to skim the grade book and determine which assignments he needed to pull.

“Oh, so my writing's mediocre?”

“I’m sorry, your 1200-word sophomore-level essay demonstrated a pure mastery of your craft. How foolish of me to forget when the beauty of your words brought me to tears.”  Astarion scoffed. He found the file folder he was looking for and printed it off. “Gale, I know you’re terribly busy, but could you grab those papers from the 2nd floor breakroom?”

“Absolutely!” Gale was on his feet and heading for before the request had fully left Astarion’s mouth. He gave Xenia a friendly smile. “Back in a flash!”

“Take your time.” The comment came out a lot more passive-aggressive than Astarion meant it. He watched Gale leave the room and listened for the stairwell door to open and close. Astarion turned back to Xenia. “What did you say to him?”

Xenia shrugged. “He asked about my dad, and I told him that I stabbed him to death.”

“Did you happen to… elaborate on that?”

“No, he didn’t ask.”

Astarion sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You know, if you want people to stop treating you like a freak, you’ll have to stop acting like one.”

Xenia crossed her good arm in front of herself and pouted. “It’s not like someone wouldn’t have told him anyways.”

“Probably, but even a complete stranger would make you seem at least a little saner,” Astarion replied.

Xenia went quiet for a moment, her lips twisting into a disgruntled snarl. Her eyes drifted to the water-stained ceiling tiles. Astarion sort of understood her twisted logic. There were a lot of people on campus who treated her like a ticking time bomb, regardless of whether they knew her exact circumstances or not. If people would be convinced that she was a monster regardless, perhaps it was better if she was the one doing the convincing- at least then she was in control. It hurts less to meet someone's rotten expectations than to try your hardest and fail to prove them wrong.

“I suppose you want to know what happened last semester?” she muttered.

“Tell me or don’t.” Astarion shrugged. “I could not care less.”

Xenia rolled her eyes. “You’re such a dick.”

“What I am is a mandatory reporter, so think carefully about what you want to tell me- unless you like filling out copious amounts of paperwork,” Astarion said. “Do you need the reading materials? I could just lend you my anthology since you’re the only one left in the class.”

“I’ve still got my book from last year…” Xenia replied, mind still very clearly elsewhere. “…Do you have siblings?”

Astarion paused. “Yes. 6 of them. Why?”

“How do you refer to them… like in your mind? Do you call them your siblings?”

“I don’t think of the much anymore, honestly. But I suppose when I do, I think of them as their first names.” Astarion sighed. “Is there something you actually wanted to talk to me about?”

“I’m having trouble figuring out how to think of my sister,” Xenia admitted. “I guess she was never really my sister, and she was never really to blame, but…”

“You’re allowed to be angry at her,” Astarion replied. “I think you should be, frankly.”

Xenia mulled over his words for a moment, and Astarion could see her run her tongue along the inside of her cheek, absent-mindedly tracing the contours of her scar. She opened her mouth to say something, but the door in the stairwell creaked open, and she clamed up, wary of being overheard.

***

Gale felt horribly selfish for wanting to bolt out of the office as badly as he did. He wanted Xenia to feel comfortable and safe around him -the poor thing seemed like she’d been through enough- but he’d locked up. It wasn’t difficult for Gale to surmise that she probably didn’t commit patricide for the fun of it- those kinds of actions are usually born out of extreme desperation. However, whenever he thought about trying to relate to her or lift the mood, the impulse was killed by some strange insistence that he was being too personal, too forthcoming, too intimate.

He envied the ease with which Astarion had struck up a rapport with her- it seemed that despite his posturing, Astarion did, in fact, have a few soft spots. Gale told himself that it was because Astarion had leagues more experience in these departments than he did, but still, he worried. This was the first time he’d been on a college campus purely as a professional, and it felt a lot more daunting than he’d ever imagined.

It took Gale a hot minute of wandering around on the wrong floor to figure out Astarion meant “second floor” in the standard British English sense of the phrase, and the break room was actually located on the third floor. He collected the small stack of orphaned papers from the tray next to the copier and returned to Astarion’s -his- office.

Xenia was still there, Idle chatting about the books she’d read while in involuntary hold. “Do you teach V.C. Andrews? She’d gothic lit, isn’t she?”

“I’m not much of an Americanist,” Astarion replied. “If I’m forced to teach Southern Gothic authors, I tend to gravitate towards Falkner.”

“Not Poe?”

Astarion gave her a derisive look, but Gale handed the stack of papers before he could respond. He flipped through to ensure everything was in order and handed them over to Xenia. “You’ve got two more plot summaries, a thematic analysis, and a comparative essay for the final. Work on them at your leisure.”  

Xenia took the papers and tossed them in the tattered messenger bag she’d brought without a second glance. “Thanks!” She said. “Is there anything else I need?”

Astarion put a hand on the paperwork he’d brought in with him, thumbing over the corner before he shot a scrutinizing look over at Gale. “Yes… but we’ll talk about it later.” He said.

“Alight, see you around then.” Xenia shrugged and slung her bag over her good shoulder but didn’t quite get it, and the strap slid down her arm, catching hard in the crook of her elbow. She let out a frustrated groan.

“Here, allow me.” Gale stepped forward and looped the strap comfortably over her shoulder.

Xenia cocked her head and gave Gale a thoughtful look, her dark eyes piercing right through him. “Thank you…” she muttered before she turned and hurried out of the office.

“She seems…” Gale trailed off. He wasn’t sure what Xenia seemed like; he’d never met a murderer before- at least not to his knowledge.

“Shorter than you’d thought she’d be?” Astarion asked flippantly, reclining in his chair. That was fair; Gale had a hard time imagining how someone as little and frail as Xenia could overpower a full-grown man, boxcutter or no.

“Did she really-”

“Self-defense,” Astarion answered several questions ahead. “I don’t suggest asking her anything else about it. She didn’t have a particularly pleasant home life.”

“I’d imagine not,” Gale replied, sitting back down at his desk. He tried his credentials again- still nothing. “-do you know how long it should take for me to be put in the university’s system?”

“Surely you should be in by now…” Astarion replied. He moved to look over Gale’s shoulder. He was so close Gale could feel his breath tickling the back of his neck- he had to suppress a shiver.

Astarion said something, pointing at the computer screen. He had such striking eyes, such a warm brown that they were almost red.

Gale completely missed what. “Sorry?”

“Try logging in without the server address,” Astarion repeated a slight edge in his voice. “Everything after the ‘at’ symbol.”

“Right.” Gale deleted the back half of his username and tried again. The computer loaded and loaded and loaded.

“That’s typically a good sign. Computers on campus take forever to log you on the first time.” Astarion said. He picked up the picture of Yenna and examined it dispassionately. “Cute kid, is she yours?”

“Ah, no… that’s my niece.” Gale felt suddenly and incredibly self-conscious. “I’ve always wanted my own, but it wasn’t in the cards, I’m afraid.”

The admission shocked him slightly, but he supposed it was true. Mystra had never wanted kids, and Gale wanted to keep her pleased, so he went along with that. But Gale had always loved kids. He’d been so excited when Yenna was born that he could hardly put her down. Still, when people asked him and Mystra if they were planning on having kids, he’d just nod dutifully while she explained that he was too focused on his career to think about kids.

“Shame,” Astarion said, setting the picture frame back down.

Gale’s computer screen went black, and then an empty Windows desktop appeared. Success!

“Just in time to log out for the all-hands meeting!” Astarion exclaimed looking at his watch.

“Naturally…” Gale sighed.

[maddy-messes-with-canon]

Cinderella and her daughter, Xenia (my OC)! 💞

She has her mother's hair and father's eyes <3

So I just wanted an excuse to try out the newest Azalea's Dolls game! It's still a WIP, but I like what it has so far! I'm looking forward to when the full game releases.

[seven-little-constellations]

1. Apples! Mostly an unsubtle reference to the fruit of Eden, and is symbolic to one of the main characters.

2. Not really. Actually, there isn’t a lot of ceremony at all, even for marriages

3. Do not boop the Beasts, they will kill you (if dangerous why huggable?)

4. Xenia is a bit odd as she purposefully heals and acts as a sage for people not of her Bloodline (tbf she doesn’t have one but it’s still unusual). Her job itself isn’t unusual, it’s her clientele.

5. Soul mates. Sort of. It’s called Blood Resonance and it’s basically just a sign that says “hey if you have kids with this person(s) you’ll have really awesome babies” and/or “if you team up and use your Magic together you’re going to kick ass” but it doesn’t do anything besides that. It’s kind of inspired by ACOTAR but I tried to make it less creepy.

6. Talking shit about someone’s patron Monster.

7. A cottage probably.

8. The Maiden’s Forest. It’s rumored to have the fountain of youth at the center, but you’d have to avoid passing out long enough for the cannibalistic trees or the Beasts to get you while also fighting against Magic sickness (too much exposure to Magic)

9. Steampunk-esque things

10. Uhhh, no one has asked me any questions yet so. Idk.

Random Worldbuilding Questions

Are there any foods with symbolic meanings that are eaten on special occasions (e.g. katsudon for victory, or new years oranges for luck)? How did the tradition get started?

We all know about weddings and marriage, but are there any ceremonies that symbolically / legally / magically officialize a different type of relationship in your world’s culture? (Adoption, apprenticeship, friendship, etc.)

What’s a rule or social norm that is widely followed in theory, but in practice everyone knows it’s not a big deal and breaks it all the time?

Are there any trades or hobbies whose practitioners are stereotyped as weird or extraordinary? (E.g. the “mad hatter” trope.) Why? How true is this perception?

What are some cliches, tropes, and/or plots that commonly appear in stories written by your world’s inhabitants? What were they inspired by? Why are they popular?

What is a common way to subtly insult someone in your world, without crossing into overt rudeness? Gifting an item with negative connotations? Addressing them more familiarly or formally than normal? Backhanded compliments?

If you pulled a random average Joe off the streets of your world and asked them to draw a house, what would they draw? (Shape, roof style, position and number of windows, etc.)

Is there a place in your world that nobody has ever been to - the bottom of a cave, the moon, another dimension, etc.? How do people know it exists? Why haven’t they gone there? What do they believe it’s like, and how right/wrong are they?

What aesthetics are considered “advanced” or “futuristic” in your world - canvas wings, shiny chrome, smooth plastic? How has this changed over time?

What’s a fun fact about your world that you as the worldbuilder are dying to share, but nobody ever thinks to ask? 

[kreetzel]

what if we were both transgender foxes and used linux

[keleravna]

meme-ish pics redraw strikes again, this time we're shopping for ash yams in balmora :)

[angynomadsimp]

Date night with the girlfriend

[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

people worth living for 🌿⛎

The warmest hearts of Scala ad Caelum, the first members of Master Ephemer’s family (ficverse).

(left -> center -> right)

Fidel Askr - A dedicated carpenter and founder of the town’s Restoration Committee. He’s stubborn and willful, with a heart of gold. {he/him}

Aeon Ophiuchus - Ephemer’s eldest, a free, joyous spirit. She matures into a stalwart leader, taking on the mantle of running Scala’s Keyblade Academy. {she/her}

Xenia Athan-Askr - A dainty and soft-spoken medical practitioner. She places emphasis on hard work and compassion. {she/her}

Clio Ophiuchus - The bullheaded second child who takes it upon herself to keep her big sister and little brother in line. She works hard to preserve her family’s legacy for as long as she’s alive. {she/her}

Hestia Lena - A skilled artisan who holds much wisdom and generosity in her soul. She owns her own pottery studio and is a very close family friend of the Ophiuchus—Athan-Askrs. {she/her}

Mori Ophiuchus - The youngest of Ephemer’s children and his only son. A kind and empathetic child who sees the world in a positive light and seeks to defend it. {he/him}

[maddy-messes-with-canon]

Happy New Year from Arietta and Xenia!! 🎉

A new year means new characters, so hopefully, I can share more about them with you all! I’ve only got a minuscule number of followers right now, and I’m betting that a majority of you came from my main blog. But y’know, think of yourselves as special because you get access to more information about certain characters that I don’t share about on my main blog: my fandom-related ones, of course (some of which may or may not be self-inserts *cough* *hack* *wheeze)!

This year, I was able to introduce to you my Disney FCs, Arietta (my “Beauty and the Beast” FC) and Xenia (my “Cinderella” FC)! I may or may not create more Disney characters, who knows. But here they are, dressed in fancy party dresses and celebrating the new year!

I realize now that Xenia kind of looks like a recolored Ariel from “The Little Mermaid” lmao but this game doesn’t have much in terms of color palettes

I used this game to make the characters (it very recently got updated to include more dress options) and edited everything together with Pixlr!

[antianimus]

I havent drawn this outfit in a while. figured it would be fun to go back to her roots

[deusn-determined]

Xenia, my OC

[appleciderjulie]

LORE! LORE! LORE!

you want me to share my agent 24 fankid lore?? but of course,,, >:)

OK SO BASICALLy captain 3 and agent 8 ended up having to go back to the deepsea metro to go get some files for marina’s memverse, and they found that the metro was still sanitizing octolings. the only test subject left alive at that point was a little girl who was supposed to be traveling with a group of other octarians (who all got sanitized-) but captain 3 and agent 8 were like, “oh, well, we can’t just leave her here to die” so they took her in and started raising her and uh yeah that’s it (oh yeah and they also gave her a proper name)

[keleravna]

@tes-summer-fest day 3 ghost | hungry

i liked the idea of xenia's ghost following adam through eras of his vestiging adventures even tho he's kind of indirectly put her in a grave. so i made a little meme :)