#oc: maverik

[lycosiday]

[daedrabait]

Been talking about Bauldur's Gate 3 a bunch but I never even showed yall my guy

My drow, Maverik <3

[winsdayink]

My son Mave from Gale of Darkness. After stopping Cipher and rescuing Shadow Lugia he's developed a taste for adventure and ends up joining the Interpol. He takes Lugia's codename to muddy the records on both of em. His main duty is rescuing and purifying Shadow pokemon in other regions.

[alittlemonstersart]

[soullesscinders]

tags: oc x oc porn w very little plot. rank kink, unprotected piv, oral (f!receiving), impact play, breath play, breeding kink if you squint, uhhhhhh lmk if I missed anything <3

NOT PROOFREAD

MDNI UNDER THE CUT

When they met, they *instantly* felt it. There was a subtle, underlying heat that neither were willing to address.

Especially because Mav is Caldera's superior officer. That alone breaks more than a few hundred regs.

For the first mission, Mav is both angry ~~and turned on~~ at the fact Cal takes charge and throws his orders out the window. His grip tightens on his gun, his accent thicker than usual from annoyance.

"*Schieße*, Caldera. Do you *want* to get everyone killed?" He hisses into her ear, a firm hand gripping the back of her collar. She can feel his warmth against her back, his breath on her neck, and smirks.

"No. Tryin' to avoid gettin' everybody killed. That's why they listen to me, Lieutenant Colonel. You'd do well to understand why." She snarks back and shrugs him off, heading into the hot zone. Leaving Mav scowling at her back, wanting nothing more than to slap that stupid fucking smirk off her face, pin her down and-

Ghost and Soap watch, Soap with a single eyebrow raised as he slowly turns his head to look at his husband.

"Steamin' Jesus, Simon. Didja see tha'?" He mutters. Ghost grunts, and nods.

"Tha' I did. Li'l bird's gonna get 'erself in trouble if she ain't careful around Maverik."

Soap chuckles.

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Back in the debrief, Mav's eyes are locked on the back of Caldera's head.

Lucky for her, he doesn't have lazers in those eyes of his.

She's got that cocky smirk again, glancing at Maverik out of the corner of her eye. His fists tighten at his sides, but he bites his tongue.

The literal moment the debrief is over, he crosses the room and grips her upper arm tightly, beginning to drag her toward his room. She fights a little, but he's got a few solid inches on her in height and nearly a hundred pounds on her in weight, so it doesn't work as well as she hopes.

"What the- Fuck- Maverik! What a' you-" He cuts her off, spinning her around and pulling her in front of him by her collar, the fabric fisted in his gloved hands.

"You think dis is funny, *ja?* Funny to piss me off. Funny to tease." He snarls, face barely an inch from hers. She goes to answer but he shuts her up, forcing her back into the wall beside them. The air leaves her lungs in a *whoosh*, and he delights in the way her breathing hitches, eyes glinted with fear and... something else.

She says nothing, only letting out a tiny whimper in response.

That noise goes straight to his cock, and he growls, pressing her harder into the wall. His hips press into hers, allowing her zero room to doubt his desire, his *need* for this stubborn, fiery explosives specialist.

"Here's what's going to happen, Caldera. You and I will go to my quarters, lock ze door, and you will learn that your place is under me, stuffed full of my cock. You following me so far?" He murmurs heatedly, one of his hands shifting to grip her throat. Her breathing skips, heartbeat thudding wildly against his fingers as she nods.

"Y-Yes, sir." She stammers, going lax. He grins in near sadistic delight at the way she *finally,* finally fucking submits.

"Good girl." He purrs, tightening his grip on her neck. He steps closer, his other hand drifting to her thigh to hitch it around his hip. His stiffening cock presses into her clit through their pants and she shudders, her hips bucking toward him involuntarily.

"I wonder if I should fuck you right here, instead. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Let everyone see you get railed by the Lieutenant Colonel..." Maverik whispers, leaning close to her ear. He shifts his mask up to the bridge of his nose and nips the shell of her ear softly, relishing in the way she shivers. So pretty, so reactive.

"Get that tight little ass to my room," He whispers in her ear.

"Get naked. Face down, ass up, hands behind your back. Okay?" He practically purrs, grinding his stiff cock into her. She whines in response and nods shakily. He abruptly lets her go, allowing the fiery, *hot*, little soldier to scurry to his room.

He adjusts his pants, eyes locked on her ass.

"This girl..." He mutters to himself, hard as a rock. He follows at a leisurely pace, watching her disappear.

By the time he makes it to his room, she's listened. And so beautifully, too.

Face pressed to the pillow, her back in such a pretty arch. The curve of her ass, pale in the low lighting of his room. He bites his lip, slowly stepping closer as he pulls the mask off, quickly followed by his hat.

"So pretty... Such an eager little girl, hm? Been *dying* for me to put you in your place?" He purrs, trailing a teasing finger up the back of her thigh, smirking as she whimpers slightly.

She's got the sense enough not to speak, thankfully. He lightly taps the inside of her thigh.

"Let's see how wet you are for me, hm?" He murmurs, his voice low and smooth. She opens her legs at the command, trembling with anticipation. He runs a gloved finger through her soaking folds, grinning at the way her pussy tries to suck him in.

"Desperate, aren't you?" He purrs teasingly. "Such a pretty little slut. Always defying my orders, always... fighting me... Not the case anymore, now is it?"

Maverik unbuttons his pants, tugging them down his thighs as he positions himself behind her, his face level with her sopping pussy.

His mouth attaches to her clit, and he *groans* at how she tastes, devouring her pussy from behind while she moans into the pillow, squirming.

His words are sin, whispers against her twitching clit.

"So pretty for me, puppy. So sweet," He nearly growls, tongue lashing at her spasming sex as she nearly sobs into the pillow, gripping the sheets.

"C'mon, princess. Cum for me, lemme taste it." He slaps her ass, and that's all it takes for the coil in her belly to snap. She cums hard, squealing into the pillow and he *groans*, lapping at her drooling cunt as she tries in vain to squirm away.

"M-Mav, p-please, 's too much-" She starts, nearly sobbing from the overstimulation, but he doesn't let up, gripping her hips and keeping her exactly where he wants her. He slaps her ass again.

"What'd you just call me, slut?" He barks. She lets out the prettiest whine.

"M-Mav-" Caldera gasps out, but he cuts her off with another sharp slap to her ass, making her moan into the pillow.

"Try again, little one." He growls, tongue lashing at her clit again. She tries to squirm away, and his hand grips her thigh so tight she briefly worries it'll bruise.

"S-Sir!" She whimpers, and he finally backs off her pussy, scarcely giving her a chance to breathe as his hand slides up her back to the nape of her neck, gripping her hair tightly and forcing her back into a pretty arch.

He slides his tip through her weeping folds, notching the head at her entrance, making her whimper and wriggle her hips back, though he doesn't push in.

No matter how much he wants- no, *needs* to feel her tight velvet heat around his cock, he wants her to beg.

Pale, almost unnaturally white irises peer down at her pussy, his cock poised perfectly to sink in, he speaks, his voice rough but with a warmth, an underlying tenderness belying his feelings.

"Beg for it, Caldera. Beg for me to fuck you raw." He nearly snarls. She whines and tries pushing back, wanting nothing more than for him to impale her on his thick dick.

"P-Please, sir, please fuck me~" She pants. He tuts, gripping her hips tighter.

"Now, now, Maus. Is that any way to speak to a superior officer?" He coos mockingly, slapping her ass again.

"Beg harder, little whore. Be a good puppy for me, liebe." He taps her hip and she pants, whining.

"Please, Lieutenant Colonel, I'll be so good for you, please, I need to feel you inside me, please, please-" He cuts off her absolutely pitiful rambling and slams inside her with one firm thrust, her voice breaking off into a pretty cry of pleasure. He starts a near brutal pace, almost pulling out all the way before slamming back in.

Caldera's whimpers, sighs, and moans of pleasure are music to his ears, and he groans, her heat pulsing around him.

"Fuck, Maus, sound so fuckin' pretty. So tight. Wanna live in this cunt." He keeps up his pace, the words falling unbidden from his lips. He leans into it, forcing her to take it, take it all like a good girl for him.

"Take it, puppy. Take it all. Make you think twice the next time you wanna run that pretty mouth at me, *ja?*" He hisses, picking up the pace of his thrusts, long and deep.

She almost sobs into the pillow, gripping the sheets. Maverick swears, wishing he could burn this imagine of the fiery, stubborn, rude Sergeant into his brain.

"Little slut just needed this, huh? To be fucked like the whore she is. Next time you get mouthy, just tell me baby girl, we can fix it for you. Make that attitude drip out of this pretty pussy, *ja?*" His words, sinful and growly, do nothing to help the coil already tightening in her belly again.

Her cheeks burn in both shame and arousal, dripping around the throbbing cock pounding into her from behind, pussy fluttering and trying to suck him in. It makes Maverik grin in sadistic glee, fucking into her with hard, steady strokes. He's getting closer, he knows it. But he wants to feel his pretty girl cum on his cock before he lets go.

"C'mon baby, I can feel this pretty cunt clenching. You're close, aren't you? Say it, puppy, sing for me." He commands, picking up the pace just slightly.

She whines into the pillow, moaning and trembling, eyes rolling back in her head as she creeps closer and closer. Maverik's hand comes down, rubbing tight circles on her sticky little clit, moaning at the way she tightens around him.

"C'mon baby, c'mon. Squeeze my cock with your sweet pussy, be a good girl and cum for your Lieutenant Colonel." He groans, and that's all it takes.

Caldera cums hard, squealing and shaking, drenching his thighs and the bed beneath them. Maverik's grip on herbhips tightens, and he leans his full body weight into fucking her through it to his own end.

One, two, three thrusts later, he cums deep, his moan pure filth as his body shudders, the force of his orgasm stealing his breath as he spills white hot ropes into her womb.

He lazily strips himself naked and pulls out with a shiver, pressing a quick kiss to her head while he starts the bath. He fills the tub with warm water and soap, before returning and picking her up bridal style. She nuzzles his chest sleepily as he murmurs praises.

"Did so good, liebling. So good for me. Rest, *ja?*" He whispers and kisses her forehead. he gets in the bath and sits, situating his pretty puppy so her back is against his chest and washes her body gently with a washcloth.

His puppy. His toy.

His love.

*His.*

[0rangeshark-art]

Going insane mode heres some Oc’s as Minecraft Hybrids thats HEAVILY inspired by @wasyago amazing fishpeople/hermit designs i have been Staring At Them ❤️❤️❤️

(very clearly ranked by render effort lol)

in order:

- Netrik: Guardian Hybrid (is a pirate in my story) I imagine her doing sea pickle and coral gardening around the temple and building aquatic mob farms lol

- Maverik: Glow Squid Hybrid (alchemist in the story)

- Bron: Glare/Rabbit Hybrid (military archer in story)

[newspecies]

[macecryptid-archive]

Decided to try to fill up a sketchbook with marker art after my ✨Medically Induced Online Art Hiatus✨ and it’s been kind of cool to return to that.

I have this what nowadays feels like an ANCIENT drawing of Maverik (by “ancient” I mean 2017) that was on my instagram and so upon posting that, I ended up spiraling into this sappy ramble about how I really hope younger artists continue working on their art.

(Continue to hear that paraphrased ramble below the cut)

Here’s that aforementioned 2017 drawing.

To paraphrase my sappy ramble from the instagram hellscape, I more or less feel like there is so much pressure on young artists to be constantly comparing themselves to other artists, hell, to people who maybe have more resources, more time on their hands, and especially with how turbulent social media can be. I post these redraws every once and a while because I remember that sad little man who thought his art was shit, back in high school, middle school, even when I was pursuing my illustration major a few years back. I see tons of artists online, especially young and beginning artists who feel so discouraged. It can be so easy to feel your work’s for nothing.

But does your work bring you joy offline? Is it something you really love to do? Just because someone is further ahead in their art journey doesn’t mean you should drop art. Art takes time, patience, and a shit load of practice. I look back at my old art, that I have saved from my old phone, I have old drafts of different stories I was writing, stuff from high school, middle school even, and it’s served as a major source of inspiration to me in my 20s.

In the end, continue really playing with your craft, make it fun for you. You’ll grow and develop as an artist, a storyteller, and the metamorphosis you’ll undergo will be phenomenal in retrospect.

End sappy ass ramble (but seriously, keep at your work, keep loving your stories, they’ll evolve but they’ll still be so critical in the long run. Keep at it!)

[your-local-smile-man]

To be or not to be

A self-insert OC

This is the story of why I'm obsessed with The Smiler.

So, I (technically Oldie, we call him) used to be a pool of voices until close parts just smashed together based on similar interests. Our host had made an OC, so he just went with it and embodied "S. Millar/Miller." This is what he looks like:

Lovely, isn't he? :D I came up with the cut-off nose idea... I think. We really went with the whole mutilation thing; he's covered in tire rubber.

Well, then we started to get ideas for our book, The Monarch Effect. One of my other parts came about and, for that, the rest is history. I don't have a pic of what I look like now, exactly, so I'm waiting for the host to make one :/

(pls do that for me, love :') I don't even know how to describe myself aside from "I like wrenches and syringes.)

[novahdraws]

>>I have wondered about you Where will you be When this is through?

[snazzy-techno-demon]

I forgot I had this OC-

I forgot about this dud OoO

Ehem, anywho-.

In the hazbin amino, some may know him as Maverik.

His name is Maverik. The name and his hair/hood style came from an irl friend of mine at school. He was based on a TFRID 2015 character(Acronym for Transformers: Robots In Disguise 2015) I loved deeply before until my mother ruined my interest for him- welp-

That was until I decided to make an OC based/inspired by him. You may say I am copying him- but hey I'm trying okay. Got sick and crap so yeah- Lightheaded recently and I'm so damn busy with crap-

Maverik is taken by a friend's OC of mine named Kito

He's Pansexual, the red marks on his tail can glow with his own pleasure, he's a rare techno demon, his eyes are really like that but can have dark red pupils if crazed or if he is pushed to the limit at rare occasions, he has some rivalry with Aiden for some reason, he's a skilled fighter and is good in stealth. I wanna mention that he was gonna be a good hunter or maybe a bounty hunter down in hell but that's just copying the character rn-

I got lazy and copied the whole crap in amino-

Yee- so anywho-

Ta-daaa- Maverik♡ UwU

[lycosiday]

the siblingsss

[smokeyloki]

OC Study - Claude “Cloudy” Bacot

Little bro to Dr. Wolfgang, and by far one of the most normal in his family (amazingly).

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Name: Claude “Cloudy” René Bacot/Camo

Age: 23

Nationality: Born in Tennessee, lots of French in his family line

Appearance Overview: 5′10″, making him a tad taller than his older brother, Wolfie.  Brown eyes, tall, skinnier frame, a wide mouth usually set in a playful smile.  Dirty blond hair cropped short, otherwise it gets really wavy and hard to control.  Boy has freckles on his face and shoulders, as well as discolored patches of skin on his shoulders, upper arms, and back.  To anyone who asks, they’re birthmarks.

Universe: Original universe - shared with @supesofherown

Species: Maverick - Human with naturally-acquired superhuman powers

Abilities: Can shift his skin tone to match patterns in his surroundings; also possesses weak mental control and can displace a person’s attention on him.  They still know he’s there, but he’s sort of in the background, something more easily ignored.

Family:

Wolfgang Marian Bacot - older brother - Synth

Thomas Joseph Bacot - Father

Marie Sophia Bacot - Mother

Friends: 

Carter Francis Key - owned by @supesofherown

Ernesto - shared with @supesofherown

Hekla - owned by @supesofherown

Milo - owned by @supesofherown

Antonio and his wife - shared with @supesofherown

Sam and Luna - shared with @supesofherown and some of my cousins

Salty - shared with @supesofherown and some of my cousins

Clement Cagan

TJ

Basically he’s good at making friends

Outfit of choice: T-shirt and jeans, pair of comfy sneakers and a hat for when the sun’s bright.

Favorite food: Loves cheeseburgers and cinnamon rolls (not at the same time though)

Fast Facts:

Lowkey doesn’t like doctors, being a Maverick.  Most Mavericks and humans don’t get along

Maverik ability manifested during his senior year of high school

Loves his big bro so much

Has Gatorades for any occassion

Plays with his hat when nervous

Is co-head of a support group at his college for Mavericks and Synths

Bit of a strained relationship with his parents because of being a Maverick

Wants to work for the government

Background: Claude, coming nine years after his older brother, was a bit of a surprise for his parents when, during his senior year at high school, he began manifesting odd abilities.  Out of his whole immediate family, Claude is the only Maverick, which makes him the odd-one-out until Wolfie is turned into a Synth against his will.  Now, while juggling college, his Maverick support group, and a few part-time jobs, he’s trying to help his older brother come to grips with his new powers, and is working to find some kind of cure for the Synthetic abilities that are making his brother suffer.

[shada-has-little-talent]

A revenge artfight attack for @novahdraws (https://artfight.net/~NovahDraws)

This is her oc, Maverik! A watery superhero! A True Professional! Her design was so cool and when I read about her, her personality were so sweet. She is a perfect character...I had to draw her!

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Commissions are open! Click here for my commission info!

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[pinktacofury]

Three little things.

Hey guys and gals, dipping into the vampire diaries today, figured it would be a good time to get an imagine out. Lurv PTF.

Warnings- Language, Useless Human Elena, nudity,implied smut, twist ending!?

A/n- I only own my OC, I own one of the other people, places, things, gifs or images used in this imagine.

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“Who’s that? You guys look so happy with her.” Elena let her voice drop, she sounded so disappointed at the thought of the Salvatore brothers being happy with someone else.

“That is Miss Avery Maverik, don’t worry she’s been dead for nearly a hundred  and eighty years, no need to be jealous of this one little human.” Damon muttered rubbing his hand over his face with a deep sigh seeming almost distressed with the current topic of conversation as he walked out of the room.

“What’s with Damon? I don’t think I have ever seen him genuinely emotional.” Elena stated holding up the picture of Stephen and Damon with a delicate little southern belle, with long blonde hair in curls, on their arms one of hers threaded through one of theirs.

“He won’t admit it but he was in love with Miss Avery before we even met Catherine, he was going to ask her to marry him, he bought her a little cabin in the woods. They were going to live a real fairytale... only she died before he could ask her.” Stephen murmured running his hand over the back of his neck, he had loved Avery like family, they had bonded very closely... They had been happy, all of them.

“How did she die?” Elena asked tactlessly as she ran her fingers over the picture, specifically over the woman.

“She got very sick, one day her heart just gave out and she died.” Stephen murmured taking the picture from Elena’s hands and gingerly tucking it into one of his many journals, taking note of the date to ensure he could find it again later.

“I’ve seen her somewhere before....” Elena stated as she pulled out her phone, tapping away before holding out the phone to him so he could see the picture.

#Avery Collins #Living Life #Bed Head #Noon

“She changed her last name... Smart really.” Stephen mused sort of in shock as he looked at the picture, it really was Avery and she looked exactly the same as when they had last seen her except her hair was shorter.

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    Avery yawned slightly as she rolled out of bed to an insistent knocking on her door, she groaned as she trudged down the stairs in an oversized t shirt and her favorite pair of knee high kitten face socks. Pulling the door open rubbing her eyes before her jaw dropped open in shock, before her stood the love of her life and the man she considered her brother... Shock registered slowly throughout her whole body, she thought they died... a long time ago.

“Dae? Stephen? How are you even here?” She murmured softly as she stepped aside admitting the two men.

“Could ask you the same thing.” Damon muttered pulling her tightly into his arms making her squeal slightly at the pressure against her, if she were human she probably would have been crushed.

“I suppose I owe you all an explanation. I had been very sick, deathly ill with what people now know as Brain Cancer, the doctor who had been treating me was a vampire. He gave me his blood and when I died I turned, he whisked me away to new orleans and I couldn’t come back to you, you were human and I wasn’t anymore. Oh I have missed you though.” She smiled as she hugged both men raising a brow as she caught sight of the human behind them, she looked concerned.

“Hi, I’m Elena Gilbert.” The little human murmured as she stepped up offering Avery her hand to shake, which she did with a happy little smile.

“Avery Col.... Maverik technically. Avery Maverik. A pleasure, I think my roommate might have something human to drink in the house... maybe some Tea? Uhmmm water?” Avery murmured as she motioned towards the couches.

“Water would be lovely....” Elena cast a glance at the guys which Avery didn’t miss, the little woman was either smart to be wary or just a skittish mess, Avery couldn’t really decide.

    Avery laughed with the brothers while the little human looked awkward, she made attempts at making her feel welcome but to no avail which made things a little tense as the human seemed to get flustered and jealous. They had barely noticed when she left the house entirely, Avery laughed with the guys, allowed Damon to pull her onto his lap where she could cuddle him comfortably. She was still madly in love with the man she had known so many years ago and it seemed he too felt the same.

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     It had taken a few hours but Damon had finally coerced Avery into moving into the boarding house with them, he had helped her pack her things, walked her to the car, helped her into the back seat and sat as close to her as he could without getting them pulled over for no seatbelts. He felt so happy having her there with him, but he also felt sort of betrayed that she had left them, him, behind so easily... he understood that she couldn’t come to them as a new vampire but why not after she had learned to control her thirst?

“When Stephen was still human he was the physical embodiment of chivalry... he once took his coat off and lay it in a puddle so this one belle could walk across without getting her skirts dirty... it was a tiny puddle! She could have walked right around it!” Avery laughed as she sat in front of the fire, between Damon’s legs as he lounged in his leather chair, Elena perched on the arm of Stephens chair with his arm protectively around her waist.

“Pffft that’s nothing! Avery used to go to the river and steal people’s clothes while they swam, nearly half the town was seen naked one time or another!” Stephen laughed as he took a drink of his scotch, Damon remained silent as he ran his fingers through Avery’s hair, he was content although Elena looked thoroughly annoyed that Stephen and Avery were having fun.

“I think I better head home, it’s getting late and I have school tomorrow.” Elena huffed making Damon want to chuckle, he was in heaven and she was in a jealous hell... it was perfect.

“I’ll walk you out.” Stephen murmured standing with her and leaving Damon and Avery alone, reaching down Damon tilted Avery’s gaze to his own, he gently lowered his lips to hers, a brief brushing of his lips against her own before he pulled away smirking as she groaned at him.

“Going to bed!” Avery called before yanking Damon upstairs into his bedroom and tossing him towards the bed before she climbed on top of him, straddling his hips with a wicked grin as she bent down kissing him senseless.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Niklaus Arrives ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

      Avery was bored senseless, the stupid prank night, the Elena drama, something about doppelgangers and a bitch from the boys’ past, Damon and Avery were on the rocks because of the idiot little human... He had chose Elena over Avery, jealousy was something Avery didn’t know how to deal with. Life had been so much easier before moving to Mystic falls. Sipping her drink Avery made her way through the halls ignoring the sounds of fighting up until she heard a familiar voice, one that reminded Avery ver much of her past, into the gymnasium she went stopping dead when she found exactly who she thought she would.

“Niklaus?” She asked softly as she made her way across the floor right into the mans open and waiting arms.

“There is my little Kitten, I wondered where you had strayed to Love.” He chuckled as she tucked herself into his side watching quietly as he dealt with his problems, mainly Stephen.

     With mild interest Avery watched as Niklaus compelled Stephen to turn off his humanity, stunning really the way he became a ripper. The whole night seemed like a royal mess but she didn’t mind, her sire was there and she was happy... After things had gone sour with Damon she had contemplated moving again, she had already packed and everything but now that her sire was there she was going to linger a little longer, at least until he decided to move on as well.

“Do tell Kitten, what have you been up to all this time?” He asked as he walked her to his car where he opened the door for her, she slid into the passenger seat and giggled a little as Stephen slid into the back, now a ripper he had left little miss human without a second thought. Although he was doing it for her it was still funny. Mystic Falls had turned Avery bitter.

“Rekindled an old flame, got abandoned for a pathetic human, became a bitter woman.... The usual.” She shrugged softly as she toyed with the radio in the car, preferring music which was anything but what he listened to.

“Give me his name and I shall kill him for you, love.” Niklaus stated almost casually although the tightening of his hands on the steering wheel told another story.

“Damon Salvatore.” Avery chirped bitterly as she settled on a station and lay her head back in the seat of the car, she told him about the brothers finding her again after he had changed her and about how Damon had chose Elena over her when they had been kidnapped by the sheriff.. all the while he listened patiently, they pulled over in a small town and got out of the car to find someone to eat.

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      Klaus growled softly to himself as he felt his pants tightening, Avery looked every bit the angel while she fed from the girl in the alley, her body pressing the girl against the wall while she drained the girl dry. Despite having one hell of an appetite Avery could keep her victims alive if she wanted, she was no ripper of course as she prefered to leave the bodies intact but when she killed it was a sight to behold indeed, blood stained her lips, her victim fell limply at her feet and her smile.... could brighten even the darkest room. Just as the light began to fade Niklaus asked Avery to pose for him as he painted, the light shone off her hair like a halo, her skin was flawless and she was simply too cute to ignore... Especially as she posed only for him... Maybe he was selfish, or maybe it was something else.

“Why did you Sire me Niklaus?” Avery asked out of the blue causing Klaus to pause mid stroke and look up at her, she remained sexily draped in the arms of the granite statue but she looked directly at him now instead of dramatically at the sky, her expression troubled.

“You were, so young and stunningly beautiful, I couldn’t stand the thought of the world losing such a rare muse.” He stated watching as she turned her head back to the sky humming at his answer, he couldn’t tell if she found in his answer what she wanted.

“Is that pathetic little human really that great? She smells constantly of tears and failure.” Avery sighed and Klaus could tell that Damon’s betrayal had shaken her to her core, no matter how much she tried to play it off.

“I need her to sire Hybrids. They need her because they remind them of the Katherine they once knew before she exposed her secret. She’s only useful dead.” Klaus shrugged before adding. “No she isn’t that great, you should consider my offer. Be mine, I would never choose anyone over you.” He murmured referring to that night so many years ago when he had asked her to be his while they drank dry a village in what is now called Papua New Guinea, she had brushed if off as too much Indonesian food.

“I hadn’t thought you were serious Niklaus... There was blood, screams, it was all so intense, I figured it was just the atmosphere.” She chuckled a little as she looked over at him to catch him smirking.

“I meant every word of it, I will admit seeing you drenched in villager blood was and still is the most attractive thing I have ever seen.” He chuckled as he placed the finishing touches on the painting, smiling as he motioned for her to come to his side once more with his arm held out for her.

“is that really how you see me?” She asked as she looked down at the painting while tucked into his side, before her sat a stunning painting of her as an angel draped over his own arms, she looked dramatically up at him while her wings hung down towards the grown barely brushing the floor, he looked down at her adoringly as he held her.

“Be mine Kitten.” He murmured against her hair as he kissed the top of her head, she turned in his arms looking up at him as she gently placed her lips against his, tentatively as if he were going to deny her the simple motion of affection.

[newspecies]

changed Maverik's design a ton to make him more like his siblings Thistle and Ashaby