#oc: cresora

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Let me fuck Raphael for the 🖤🔥 aesthetic 🔥🖤

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Across Timelines: Where @dngrs-untld-hrshps-unnmbrd‘s Cresora and Aine meet each other in the Infinite Forest through some timey wimey stuff and bond over bitching about their problematic bird boyfriend.

Don’t mind if I wasn’t too accurate with everything, i pretty much sketched this while watching stuff.

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Never did anything wrong in her life (yet) 🖤

Cresora, Draconic Bloodline Sorcerer, Dark Urge Origin

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I finished BG3 and I’m so happy with the good ending and that I managed to save most people. Andara is heading off to find Daddy Halsin (canon name 🤣) out in his new community and she’s going to climb him like a tree and kiss his face off.

Now for my evil dark urge playthrough, and because there’s no significant Halsin dark urge content I’m going to betray the grove, fuck Raphael, be a menace to all, and take the crown for my own.

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“My rancid blood whispers to me to kill, kill, and kill again.”

Cresora, a Draconic Bloodline Sorcerer with Dark Urge origin for my next playthrough 🔪❤️🔪

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“Sup, kid?”

“I had a bad day, Vik...”

Don’t mind me, just sitting here imagining the bittersweet slow-burn romance that V and Vik could have had.

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I’m never taking these boots off

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I gave you all my shards, please respond

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“I’m gonna do something with all those motes you collected. Something that’ll make you shiver...”

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“Scholars disagree on whether the mythical dragonfly ever really existed.”

Dragonfly Regalia with Buffer Overflow + Tempest Crown

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“Let them have the Great Machine. They deserve it.” — Mithrax the Forsaken

All I’m wearing now forever is gear that references Mithrax and/or the Spider, bye

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Ever since Forsaken dropped Cresora has been rocking a Prestige Aura for absolutely no reason. I think my girl is just HASHTAG PRESTIGE. Her fabulousness has finally been recognised 💅

Please excuse her outfit this is so not her aesthetic. I’m working on it. 

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I've been mulling over how much our Guardians /suffer/ in D2 and figured I should start from the beginning before heading into the emotional breakdown that is Forsaken - so how did your guardians fare in the Red War? Physical scars, emotional scars? ik how much you like to torture them lol (@ask-the-smallest-fireteam)

Me, torture my OCs?? XD

They actually did pretty well during the Red War! Piax and Zavala got together right after, though she cried into her buttflag on Titan first because all seemed lost between them. Andara lost Shiro from her Fireteam because he’s been off doing scouty things but they’re very much in love (not that they’ve said it yet). Mercy’s life has been focused on trying to sort out a Fallen alliance with the City but she and Mithrax are happy. Cresora probably had the worst time as she nearly died during the Red War and was a Little Ball of Shame over what happened between her and Uldren when he found out she was a dirty dirty spy for Ikora. But Osiris and his thanatonauterotics have helped loads and they’re happy right now. 

As for the events of Forsaken…I think I need to write some sort of miserable and doomed Uldren/Cresora AU (maybe Osiris can cameo because I love RavenHawk till the day I die). But my main fic/OC focus is probably going to be Mercy and Mithrax and what happens when her Fallen lover from her first life, Akigras the Grasping, reappears. 

Thanks for the ask!

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c r e s o r a + w a r l o c k + a e s t h e t i c

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An Intensity of Osirises

Osiris reflections x female guardian | many reflections | oh yes | MFMMMMMM | light-hearted smut | short piece | RavenHawk | NSFW

Cresora visits Osiris in the Infinite Forest and is frustrated to find he’s not there. Good thing his reflections are just as welcoming.

“Osiris is not here.”

Cresora looks carefully at the golden reflection. It’s rare to find them inside his spire home. Apart from the faint hum that emanates from it and the golden shine it’s identical to the man himself.

“Where is he?”

“In a simulated timeline.”

Oh, of course he is. Normal Osiris things. It’s horribly hot on Mercury and she’s sweaty from having run all the way through the Infinite Forest, avoiding the gunfire of the Vex, Hive and Fallen. A literal battle if she wants to see her lover. And she does want to see him. How annoying.

“I’ll be in the bath,” she says, climbing the stairs to Osiris’ bedroom. There’s a strange waterfall-pond-bath creation in a side room that always has fresh warm water running through it, and she slips out of her robes and plunges in. Eyes closed, she floats in the water.

A hand strokes down her cheek, then smooths down and cups her breast. Another hand rubs through her hair, massaging her scalp, and she moans with pleasure. Osiris has returned. A third hand reaches down and strokes her inner thigh.

A third hand?

She opens her eyes with a gasp and sees two of Osiris’ reflections leaning over her. Their touch is warm and almost as solid as flesh. She watches them, waiting to see what they will do, and the one touching her thigh moves its hand up and strokes its fingers over her sex. She can feel its hum in its fingers.

They wait, watching her. “What are you doing?”

“Whatever you like.”

“We could wash your hair.”

As the one that’s spoken is still stroking her sex it’s clear that they aren’t here to wash her hair. “You two are giving me terrible ideas.”

“Two?” says another reflection from the doorway. Behind him she can see another.

“How many of you are there?”

“We are infinite.”

“Oh, I see. Like his ego.”

The reflections laugh, and she wonders if they are amused, or just pretending. “Do you feel things? Want things?”

“We are his echoes. We want what he wants.”

“He wants you very much.”

“Won’t he be angry with you? Jealous?”

The reflections laugh again, a low chuckle so like Osiris’s own. “He will be interested in the raw data.”

“Our experiences can be transferred.”

“He won’t be angry with you, either. We are he.”

Cresora snorts. “Oh, good to know. I was terribly worried.” She eyes, them, amused and curious. “Keep going, then. Gather your data.”

They lift her out of the bath and dry her with towels, and with warm hands pressed against her body they escort her to the bed and lay her down.

Their fingers feel warm as they stroke over her skin, and she closes her eyes and enjoys the feel of four? Five? Six? Pairs of hands. She feels a mouth on her breast, and then one on her other, and they suck, their mouths as wet and warm as any living man’s.

Several hands spread her legs open and they run their fingers over her thighs, her sex, the soft folds. Fingers rub over her clit, many fingers, each dipping down to push just a little way into her and then back up again. She feels a tongue on her clit and it moves exactly as Osiris’ does, licking slowly, firmly, but with that hum again.

Her voice tight with pleasure, she asks, “How do you know how to do it just like that?”

They answer. Not the one busy with her clit, but the others. “Our experiences can be transferred.”

“He transferred these to us.”

“He told you what I like in bed?”

“Tell is…not the right word.”

“We just know.”

“We know everything Osiris knows.”

Several fingers, she can’t even tell how many or who they belong to, push slowly into her and she lets out a low moan.

There’s a dark chuckle from the other side of the room. “Enjoying yourself, little bird?”

Cresora opens her eyes and sees Osiris sitting on the sofa beneath the window, one long leg crossed over the other.

She looks round and counts six reflections touching and licking her. “This was their idea, for the record. I was just having a bath.”

He smiles wider. “Actually it was my idea.”

“Have you been here all this time?”

“No, I was running a simulation. But I made every effort to finish quickly so I could come back and find out what was happening here.”

His reflections were having sex with her, that was what was happening. “Would you like to join us?”

“No. I’d like to watch.”

One of the reflections is still licking her and she has to pause and flex her hips and cry out. “Your ego really has no limits.”

Three different reflections have fingers inside her and are fucking her slowly. The pleasure that is building is intense, and as her climax grows she doesn’t break eye contact with the flesh and blood Osiris, not until the last possible moment and her eyes close and her orgasm breaks through her.

When she opens her eyes she see that he’s has drawn closer and is looking down at her and smiling. “Very few, little bird. Very few. But I’m not looking at them, I’m looking at you. How beautiful you are, my golden-eyed girl, limned in gold.”

She grabs his wrist and pulls him down to her. “I think there’s room for one more.”

Thank you for reading! xx

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if your ocs could have pets, what would they have? (i c mercy as a cat person)

I think Mercy is a cat person too! First of all she’ll have to explain to Mithrax that some animals are for cuddles not eating (which is very confusing for him) and then that the cat is not trying to attack when it makes biscuits on his fur collar. But later she finds them together on his throne, the cat curled up on his shoulder and both of them purring.

Cresora is amused by Osiris’ pet Vex harpies, though he insists they’re not pets but valuable study assets. Later she seems the harpies and Sagira playing tag, Sagira streaking away calling “You’re iiiiiiit!” while they chase after her. One time she arrived at his spire to find them all powered down on the end of Osiris’ bed. But they’re definitely not pets.

Andara doesn’t like animals because she assumes they don’t like her, but Piax leaves food out for the Speaker’s cats and brings treats for Saladin’s wolves. There’s always bird seed in her backpack to. For the pigeons.

For Saint. 💙