#oc: nah

[roseofithaca]

Ghosts OC: Nah

Robin had more than one sister growing up. A lot more than the one he would go on to have children with. Many of his siblings died in infancy, as was common. There were a few that would grow up beside him.

Unlike the sister who would become his mate, who was always feisty and independent and not afraid to scrap with her brothers to prove herself, Nah was the opposite.

Six years younger than Rogh, Nah was a sickly child from a baby. Their parents had assumed her to die like the others, her baby's cry was too quiet and croaky, but Rogh was tired of having to watch his mother put so many babies into the ground. Rogh gathered some river water under the full moon and prayed to Moonah to bless it before pouring it over the baby's head. The adults were ready to chastise him, as he wasn't the tribe's shaman, he was just a kid and might have accidentally offended Moonah. But then the baby let out a cry loud enough to wake the tribe three fields over. A healthy cry, and she began to nurse at her mother's breast where she'd refused to latch before. Their mother wept with relief, and their father clapped his son on the back with pride. They named her Nah, in honour of Moonah who had saved her (with Rogh's help, obviously).

Nah remained a weak, sensitive, and fragile child as she grew, but she was stubborn enough to refuse to die. Though she'd have younger siblings, she was coddled more than the others, her parents and siblings overprotective of her, more so from those in the tribe who saw her as a burden, as much as outside dangers.

Of all her siblings, Nah mostly attached herself to Rogh, and could often be found following the boy everywhere and clutching onto his furs. She rarely spoke, which was hardly unusual when their kind was still developing speech, but she stayed mostly silent and preferred to stick to signing. Rogh seemed to understand her best. When their mother became busy with her younger children, and their father out hunting, Rogh seemed to become Nah's primary guardian. She was a shy and timid child, but Rogh was one of the few - along with their father and some of the older women - who could make her smile and laugh.

As he grew older, he began to resent his clingy little sister a little, as there were times he wanted to be going out on more hunts or play games that Nah was too weak to join in on, and even if she watched from the side, the aggression got too much for her, and she'd cover her ears and moan to be taken away to somewhere quiet. And that would be fine, except she would scream if anyone other than Rogh took her away.

One time, when he and his cousins wanted to go hunting, Nah kept tugging on his hand. She wanted him to stay with her and tell her the stories on the cave wall, the ones she'd heard over and over but never got bored of. Frustrated and full of confusing emotions, Rogh snapped at Nah and told her to leave him alone.

She did. She didn't so much as cry.

Three days later, Nah got sick. Sicker than she'd been before. None of their primitive medicines seemed to help her. Rogh tried to pour "moonah water" on her head as he'd done when she was newborn but it did nothing to help. Her fever became worse and her breaths short and shallow.

Ignoring the shaman's advice to keep her by the fire, Rogh carried her outside and laid her on a mound, praying that Moonah's direct light would be magic. At first, she seemed to perk up, smiling at him and holding his hand.

Rogh stay? She had managed to sign.

He'd grunted and signed back in promise.

Rogh stay. Rogh always stay.

Nah had smiled the biggest smile he'd seen her do on her face before she closed her eyes.

She died that night, only five Winters old. Rogh had stayed by her side all night, refusing to believe she was gone. And even if she was, Moonah would bring her back. Moonah would save her, just as before. When the adults had found them, they'd had some trouble moving the distraught eleven year old boy away from his little sister's body. He was convinced she was only sleeping.

Sleepy Moonah Girl. That's what their dad had called her.

It was his father who finally managed to tug Rogh away and allow his mother to go cradle her little girl. No one chided the lad, they had all known she wouldn't make it to morning. Rogh sobbed into his dad's embrace as the older man assured him that Nah would sleep forever beside Moonah in the sky now.

Twelve years would pass and the tribe walked on, following the herds of mammoths and other animals. On the last bit of land where Rogh would die, he'd find the same blue flowers growing in the forest, a rare mound of colour stark against the dark browns. In his darker times, when the madness took hold, he would see her lying there, staring up at him with that same expression as when he'd told her to go away.

Ten thousand years after Nah's death, he watches a different girl, also named in honour of the moon, sleep amidst the same type of blue flowers, bathed in moonlight. Silver, just like Nah, had used her last words in life to beg him to stay with her.

And so he does.

[catsharky]

Yeah I was right and there was no way I was getting the rest of this done without making you all wait another month or two, so I just went to the next good break point. We're officially past the halfway point with Astarion though, so not too much longer before you actually get to see Rolan again!

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[jeansvoid]

What happens when you combine 22 sketchbook pages into 1? Sketchbook collage number 7!

Collage 1 | Collage 2 | Collage 3 |

Collage 4 | Collage 5 | Collage 6 |

[ariadnes-elixirs]

thinking of an isekaied reader and a yandere noble boy...

(gn reader x male noble yandere)

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6

tw: manipulative behavior, thats about it though

you stared at the honeysuckles climbing alongside the fence near the outskirts of your family's garden. as you continue examining them, it occurs to you that they seem to take on a vine-like shape, wrapping and constricting the fence. in front of the vines there are two smaller shrubs, also presumably honeysuckles.

as you stand there awkwardly lost in thought, oliver begins speaking. he takes one step forward as his eyes shift between the shrub and the vines, "there are three types of honeysuckle: shrubs, bushes, and vines."

he takes a careful step between the two shrubs and strides towards the vines, reaching a gentle hand out and caressing a pale pink, almost white blossom in his fingers. "while their flowers are pretty, in some places they can be invasive. they can block out sunlight, making it impossible for other plants to grow."

he's standing in front of you, so it's hard to gauge his expression. his voice is calm and serene, almost reverent as he speaks about the flowers.

"the pale pink flowers on the vines are likely common honeysuckle vines. while the pink tubular flowers on the shrub indicate that those are likely tatarian honeysuckles."

he slowly turns away from the vines as your eyes focus on his hand caressing the flower. in one swift motion he uses his left hand to pluck it off the vine, then turns towards the shrub. he's still standing in the same spot, but as he turns you can finally see his face.

his expression is cold, almost apathetic as he looks at the flowers. with how he sounded you would have expected him to at least be smiling. his dark brown eyes quickly meet yours before he looks at the shrub. he crouches down, still holding the pale pink flower in his left hand. his right hand reaches out gently to a darker pink blossom belonging to the shrub.

"chances are, some gardener got careless and either decided to plant these because they didn't feel like planting something higher maintenance... or they simply," he rips the flower off, "didn't notice that an invasive flower slipped into the garden..."

as he holds the pale pink flower in his left hand and a dark pink flower in his right, he finally shifts his body to face you and meets your eyes. his expression shifts to a much softer one as he looks at you, "i don't know what happened to you, but what i do know is that you are definitely acting different."

your blood runs cold, surprised he decided to bring this up again. you stand there for a second, about to reply before he smiles gently at you, catching you off guard.

"i know you have been having trouble with your memory, my love." he says, "it just..."

"it makes me so sad when you look at me like that... like..." you notice his eyes look sad, almost like he's tearing up as he speaks, "when you look at me like you don't know who i am, or what we were, or how much i love you."

he moves his hands to yours, gently taking your left palm and bringing it between the two of you. then he slowly holds up the two flowers in each of his hands, "obviously this isn't your fault, but..." he pauses, "i don't want to make you hate me by going too far too fast."

"so, i wanted to ask," he moves the dark pink tatarian honeysuckle towards you, "do you wish to resume our relationship, as passionate yet secret lovers," he moves the pale pink common honeysuckle flower closer to you, "or do you want to start over, from the moment where i got down on my knees and told you how much i love you for the first time?"

he looks at you gently, waiting for you to take one of the flowers in your hand, "i don't want to overwhelm you, darling, but please..."

"i just can't live without your love any longer. please, love, even if you don't remember, won't you fall in love with me again?"

a/n: (this is the part where my indecisiveness starts showing)

anyways !! would you like to "resume the relationship", start over, or say no to both (secret option he's not gonna say but i will)

[mothervega]

anyone out there who enjoys both Bive and The Smiler i’m boutta summon all of you cuz I MADE A SMILER INSPIRED BIVE AVATAR MUAHAHAHAHAA

[thevirginslvt]

pickle found something interesting

[unpersoniverse]

Skén:nen sá:sewh

as promised, here's Precious boy™ getting kissed by Precious wife™ because he deserves all the love in the world :cc

translation: Get home safe

[magpye-xio]

I may have been intrested in Selkies lately... so I threw my beloved ocs into a Selkie au hehe

Augh I'm gonna explode

[saucywendeee]

After the pastry scene...

[bee-sidebranch]

How i acquired my second child

These two are my travel companions on the monk campaign i use for pearl hunting,

Pearl and Pond Scum

I'll show them off properly in another post but basically Pond is a scrawny tiny baby who needs all the love and Pearl would probaly kill lizards on her own if i wasn't dragging her where i wanna go

(This is exactly how i found her btw, bullying a lantern mouse on my way to shoreline)

[roseofithaca]

HC: Canon Robin sometimes has moments of madness similar to his Gore counterpart, during which he'll call Silver either "Nah" (his baby sister) and think they're back in the stone age, and he's taking care of her while the adults are out hunting. Silver just stays calm and plays along, his head eventually works itself out, even if it's sad to witness - or he'll confuse her for Kya, his daughter, which she finds a little more awkward but sticks it out for his sake.

[archiepelago]

just a couple of guys being dudes

[miifu666]

A scenario has happened!!! Sun wukong accidentally made MK into a cub!!!

[Gives MK to Suklha]

She's a good caretaker dw 😋

Wukong WILL get an earful tho

[disgracedghostprincess]

HOW SONADOW GOT THEIR KIDS IG—

They first got ✨Chilli ✨

(Sonic: 22 Shadow: 25)

6 years later: ✨Maria ✨

The Mobian Gods or whatever decided they should be blessed with children ig

Sonic Masterpost

Also thanks to @kiwi-the-bird-and-fruit for this idea and giving the reference lmaooo

[musubiki]

its been a while since my last summer mochi 🌺🏖️

[yan-est]

I love love love love loveee your househusband hcs :o UR SUCH A GOOD WRITER LIKE REALLY GOOD! BUT ANYWAYS (UR AMAZING) HOW DID HE GREW UP? WAS HE WEALTHY GROWING UP?

stop im giggling like THANK YOU ANON!! 🤍 UR SO SWEET and bc of that i'm making this a teensy bit longer than it should be

neways, pretty sure he was a loner growing up buuuut at least he had you :) based on the warnings below idk if that should be a good thing or

cw: creep behavior, mentions of stalking and homicide

yan!househusband was filthy rich; total trust fund baby, spoiled kid, deep pockets. he might've looked like he had what he wanted and needed in life, but god, he would kill for a second out of his parents' agonizing, suffocating hold.

to distract himself while growing up in his mother's private estates, he tried everything. doesn't mean he was good at it though, if anything, he was on the mediocre side, but hey, he was a fast learner. that skill comes in handy when he finally met you.

and to be honest, he didn't expect falling this hard. sure, you were nice, and smart, and you had what he didn't have in his childhood— freedom. he could've chosen anyone else, he could've fallen for anyone else, but when he unconsciously drew you on the margins of his textbook one day, oh, that sealed your fate.

you were stuck on his mind, and he preferred to keep you in there.

the doodles started small. first, he drew you looking at the board. then he started drawing your side profile, your hair, then your portrait. then your pencil case, your favorite snack, your shoes, your uniform, your thighs, your house, your bed, and… everything down there.

he had to buy a new textbook. the old one was stained and it reeked of him.

he was obsessed.

you, the epitome of his wishes, his lifelong dream to be free, was within his grasp. after being caged by his mother and ignored by his father for so long, you were the breath of fresh air that he yearned to inhale.

you were everything he ever wanted. and he sure as hell wasn't going to let you get away.

it began with a dinner conversation. high school graduation was in a week, and on the rare occasion where they all gathered together, he and his parents sat around the candle-lit dining table. they were discussing his future, told him to pursue the path they did, and everything was fine!

it's just that… you weren't mentioned in his parents' plans, and that put him off. and as delusional as he may be, he knew the reality of what they'd think of you.

so when they mentioned setting up a good marriage partner for him, he was glad he laced their meals with cyanide beforehand.

the whole dinner blurred by into moments. he doesn't remember much of it, and he has already buried his past along with his parents. what matters is that he pulled some strings, inherited millions, bought you a promise ring, and planned to provide for you.

he has a whole plan in motion, from his career to finances, and one word from you will forever—

oh, um… you want a stay at home partner after college?

good thing yan!househusband looks fuckable in an apron!