#performer azura

[thisbelongsto-nohbodys]

What is Azura's official color scheme?

The strangest thing is that I don't think I ever drew Cottons' staff form outside of the test sketch when trying his design. Whenever Azura isn't able to summon one of her Bard instruments, Cottons can use his magic to make himself into a makeshift harp/lyre for Azura. Her hair is a bit like both of her mom's brown, her skin is a bit lighter than Luz's. Her red shirt is from her Bard mentor's Raine (she was looking for an outfit to perform her first show in and saw it in her Great Grandma Eda's closet and loved it). The grey pants r from a shopping trip she and Amity did in the human realm, and the shoes r from Amity's old collection when she was Azura's age. The fingerless gloves r because Eva convinced her that it looks cool and will help with Bard magic (it doesn't). Finally she has galaxy print leggings.

[erika-xero]

REPOSTOBER, DAY 27: Moon and Star

A collection of drawings with my Nerevarine, Raelin. TW! this post has some TES-headcanons which might not be everyone’s cup of tea, but please, don’t judge a woman by her headcanons

After her mother died, Raelin became a street performer in the Imperial City. She was a young girl when she got captured by the imperial guards and thrown into the dungeon alongside with another dunmer, for a thing she didn't do. A day after she found herself on a ship sailing to Morrowind, even though she was born and raised in Cyrodiill and has never been to Vvardenfell.

She arrived to Seyda Neen and then the Morrowind storyline begins.

During the Morrowind storyline, she got infected by corprus. She was barely herself by the time she reached Tel Fyr. Divayth Fyr saved her life, and she got so fascinated with him, that it became an obsession. The girl was madly in love and at the same time she was repulsed by the fact that he cloned himself four times and married the clones, so she never approached him. Not only he had four clones of himself, he also managed to clone Raelin while she was recovering from corprus, using her cells. He kept that fact a secret, knowing that she would never forgive him.

Raelin receiving the Moon and Star from Azura in the Cavern of the Incarnate:

Raelin by the Red Mountain:

Raelin in Balmora:

During the Morrowind storyline, Raelin became a part of house Telvanni, though she still preferred using staff as a pole weapon and the theory of magic fascinated her a lot more than the spells she could use in battle. She planned going on an expedition to Akavir, but the Oblivion Crisis prolonged her stay in Morrowind for a few years. She finally managed to leave during the Red Year. Her ship was sailing in the sea when the catastrophe happened. She knew what happened from a vision she got: she helplessly watched the destruction of Vivec, Ald'ruhn and Balmora crumble into dust. Her ship got into a terrible storm and wrecked apart: none of the crewmembers and the expeditioners survived, but her. Corprus changed her body forever: she became a lot stronger, more agile than regular dunmer, immune to any decease, being able to recover a lot faster and survive such damage that would kill a regular person. She survived on an Island and it took her forever to get to Akavir, but eventually, she did. She lived in a tiny shack in the middle of nowhere, the years flew by. In horror, she realised that she never aged. Her body remained young, the terrible injuries she got during the shipwreck didn't leave a single scar on her body. She most likely coundn't have children anymore. She was scared and devastated, she lost everything she loved, she lost her land, her people, and she also felt like she've lost herself.

She still has visions. She dreamed of the past and of the nearest future, and the Tang Mo, who, at first, were disturbed by her presence on their land, started to see her as a shaman, a wise woman, even though she was significantly different from them. She eventually made friends among them. One night, she had a vision: a daedra appearing out of nowhere somewhere at the bog, in a form of a man. She went out to search from him and found him and saw that he is no daedra, but a white haired mer, covered in blood and mud. Here's a bunch of post-Morrowind concepts:

Champion of Cyrodiil/Hero of Kwatch post: here

And some Nerevarine/Champion stuff under cut:

[sunshinies]

⋆✩ Furina inspired names/pronouns/titles ! 𖦹⋆

art is official!

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🤍 names: adora , anabelle , anais , arabella , aveline , azura , bellamy , bianca , calliope , celeste , colette , coralie , cordelia , delphine , dove , elara , elodie , eulalia , euphemia , evangeline , felicity , florence , harmony , joan , lavinia , margot , marianne , marisol , mimi , narissa , oceania , octavia , opal , pearl , philomena , raina , serenella , serenity , seychelle , sirena , sylvie , whitney

💧 pronouns: drip/drip/dripself , adore/adores/adoreself , act/act/actself , show/shows/showself , mis/mis'/mischiefself , hydro/hydro/hydroself , sing/sings/singself , che/chers/cherishself , judge/judges/judgeself , per/pers/performself , joy/joys/joyself , sea/seas/seaself , god/gods/godself , aqua/aquas/aquaself ,💧/💧s/💧self

any other variation pronouns of these may be used , of course !

🌧 titles: she who shapes justice like flowing water , her divine demeanor , the mortal in the goddess' seat , her never-ending act , the divine performer , her aqueous authority , the goddess of the show , she of the sea , the lady of the court , the arbiter of beautiful justice

prns and gendered terms may be replaced.

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[harlowtales]

It’s brat summer but Y/N is on punishment 😈💅🏽

18 PLUS ONLY 🚨

“No. He’s not coming to my sleepover.” You said to Jack in protest.

“Y/N I need you to be ok at all times and you be tryna dodge security all the time so I gotta keep an eye on you baby cuz I’m in a whole different time zone right now.” Jack said firmly. He was in Saudi Arabia for a big performance and leaving you alone made him terribly nervous. It was an irrational fear but you were known to get into some situations when you managed to get away from surveillance.

“Uughh!!! Ok fine Duane can come.” You said rolling your eyes at Jack on FaceTime. It was pointless to argue.

“That’s my girl. I love you and I gotta go.” He said and with that he was gone. Sometimes he was gone so long on the road or recording it felt like he was a genie in the phone.

Tonight was going to be something fun instead of being bored because Jack was gone. You were invited to a sleepover at Urban’s girlfriend Azura’s house. You had everything ready to go. Fuzzy slippers, silk matching pj’s, rollers, and mani/pedi kit.

You didn’t even look at Duane in the car ride over and were quietly, resentfully looking out the window.

“Y/N I know you don’t want me there.” Duane who was Jack’s security said as he looked ahead and focused on the road. Duane was a large man with tattoos who wore sunglasses at all times and never smiled, but that was for optics so nobody messed with his clients. Deep down he was a big softie that let you get away with too much for Jack’s liking.

“I just don’t think I need security at my friend’s house.” You said sulking.

“You know how your man is. You’re still paying for that time you dodged me and wound up drunk on the beach in Turks and Caicos and nobody knew where you were.” Duane reminded you.

“OMG that was last week, he’s so ridiculous” You sighed but nonetheless this was your fate. You were being babysat by your boyfriend’s bodyguard.

“Giirrllll!!!” Your friend’s squealed when they opened the door and saw you. That’s until they saw Duane. “Whys he here?” They said almost in unison.

“Because Jack is still all bent over last week and now I’m on punishment.” You explained glumly.

“Your man is a whole stern father I don’t know how you deal with him. Urban is so chill.” Azura said feeling sorry for you.

“That’s because Urban is always high.” One of the girls giggled.

All 6 of them fawned over how fabulous you looked with your hair up in a high ponytail, fitted tank top and cut off jean shorts. You had been working out with Jack and eating healthy and it was paying off. It was hard for Duane not to notice but he kept everything professional at all times. He was thrilled to be on assignment with such gorgeous women but he maintained a stone face and kept his shades on.

“He’s like those guards at Buckingham Palace.” Your friend Christie whispered to you

“Oh he’s a softie that’s just his resting bitch face.” You said off handedly not really wanting to acknowledge Duane was there.

As the night got started the wine and snacks came out and you whipped out the mani/pedi kit.

“You always come prepared girl.” Azura said “I’m first!”

“Naw let Duane go first.” Your friend Jessica said mischievously “If you on punishment lets have fun.” She whispered to you. Your one eyebrow went up in devilish agreement.

“Oh Duane would you like a mani/pedi?” You ask cheerfully sitting on his lap.

“Y/N what are you doing? I’m working.” Duane explained trying to get you off of him as he felt his pants tightening up. As you sat up your friend Suzette took over and really poured it on thick. Suzette was very curvy and had a big sleep T on with boy underwear. She sat on Duane and took his sunglasses off.

“Let’s take these off so we can see your handsome face.” She said sweetly batting her eyelashes at him.

“Ok I see what y’all are doing and it’s not going to work.” Duane weakly protested as another girl came behind him and started massaging his shoulders.

“Oh my such big shoulders with so much tension.” She said softly as she kneaded out some knots.

“My job is stressful.” He said relenting to how good it felt. You looked over at 2 other girls and they started giving him a manicure one at each hand while you placed his tired feet in a bowl of steaming water for his pedicure. “Oh my god” is all he could say with all the special treatment. The girl on his lap started feeding him grapes when suddenly his phone rang but he couldn’t reach it. One of the girls reached in his pocket and answered it. It was Jack on FaceTime checking up on you.

“What the fuck is going on?” Jack said as he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“Hi bubby we’re treating Duane” You waved as you were clipping his toenails.

“Yeah he’s very stressed. Poor Duaney Wayney.” Your friend said to Jack as she massaged his arm.

“Sorry boss they got me in a situation” Duane said as now a towel was being wrapped around his head and a clay masque applied to his face.

“Give me Y/N.” Jack said to her friend seething

You stopped what you were doing to take the phone with all the giggles in the background and girls remarking on how stressed Duane was as he was telling them things he had to go through guarding celebrities.

“You think you’re slick Y/N” Jack chided disapprovingly

“I don’t know what you mean. You hear the man you have him working too hard.” You said with a straight face as you were delighted you were getting under Jack’s skin. “By the way you look so hot baby. I wish I was there to…”

“Stop it aint gone work. This is nasty work Y/N. When I get home imma..” Jack tried to threaten

“You’ll what? Spank me?” You said bending over and biting your lip

Jack looked mesmerized for a second but snapped out of it “Imma get you back for this some way somehow for turning my security guard into a marshmallow.”

“Ahhh sorry baby from the looks of things Duane belongs to us now right girls??!!” You said showing Jack the whole scene unfolding and the most content look he had ever seen on Duane’s face. All the girls laughed as they caressed Duane. His head was now in your friend’s lap as he was getting a facial, laid out on the couch with cucumber slices over his eyes.

Jack called Urban and Sunni over to see what their girls were up to. “Azura stop rubbing Duane’s feet now!!” Urban yelled in despair as he couldn’t do anything about it.

“Baby??! Please stop.” Is all Sunni could say as he saw his girlfriend with her boy shorts and tank top on take over and give Duane a head massage

“This is pure evil guys.” Jack said to them as they looked on helplessly “Y/N this ain’t over.” He called out to you from Saudi Arabia

“Sorry Jack I can’t hear you too good bye hunny bunny.” You blew him a kiss and cut off the call

Jack knew that trick. He taught it to you. “They just declared war fellas.” He said to his friends as he had to admit defeat. “Y/N got it coming when I get back. Her security is gonna be so tight she’s going to have surveillance in the washroom.”

“Something tells me Duane won’t have a problem with that.” Phil chimed in

They all turned and looked at him and said “Shut the fuck up Phil!”

@itsyagirljaz @jackharlow502

[catboymoments]

(Can they cook? TOH nextgen + some ye OCs)

Azura: Yes, she's great at breakfasts and soups! Not the cleanest sometimes tho, she can be a little messy

Mittens: Only good really at baking, not the fondest of using stoves

Hyacinth: He makes a mean sandwich but cannot really cook due to mobility issues and his prosthetics can get in the way

Juno: Can follow a recipe somewhat but definitely would prefer if she was either helping someone else

Calcifer: Nope! But that doesn't stop them from trying their best! Makes good cookies though

Bronwyn: Yes, knows quite a lot from her parents, makes many demon realm specials and a few human dishes too

Bramble: YES!!! Due to working for Vee and Masha Bramble learned to cook on the side

Briar: Somewhat, as she learned some things from her brother and really enjoys it

Bella: Knows a lot of recipes but has a 50/50 shot of pulling it off

Alek: The kind to say they can then order takeout

Mitzi: Master of barbeque, grilling, and seafood

Isabelle: Yes they can but prefer to make pastries and cute desserts like ice cream or strudels

Anubis: Makes instant ramen then adds soy sauce to call it gourmet

Palatino: Knows how to cook but prefers to avoid it if he can, not the most confident in their skills

Jewelia: Another wiz in the kitchen and can cook very well

(Some other things I thought of)

Azura and Isabelle really like to cook for each other making pastries and sharing

Jewelia and Bramble became well acquainted after finding out they other could cook

When Briar and Bramble truly made up one of the first things Brirar did was make Bramble the first dish he taught her. He cried promptly after and they ate it together

Hyacinth and Alek are banned from the school kitchen after trying to merge abomination magic with cooking

(Welp this was kinda long but eh I was bored and had a google doc be safe fran!)

THIS IS ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC AND I LOVE IT although my oneeee correction is that briar loves baking and is good at it but doesn’t do it often because she thinks she has to perform in other aspects of her life more to impress her moms BUT OTHERWISE THIS IS PERFECT AND CANON NOW 💕💕💕

[changelingsandothernonsense]

I saw an OC ask and there's only one question I really want to answer, so I copied and pasted that instead.

Your OC must audition for a talent show judged by Sheogorath, Mehrunes Dagon, and Azura. What ridiculous act do they perform, and what are the judges’ reactions?

Josh would turn up on stage in a long, flowing robe that barely leaves anything to the imagination. He takes it off and places it on the back of the single chair sitting in the middle of the stage. He sits down buck naked in that chair, crosses his legs and smiles down at all three before muttering one thing.

"Have at me."

[aquicat]

Daedric Princes as Corny Pick-up Lines:

‘…Are you the Champion of Azura? Because you trapped my soul!’

‘…is that Boethiah calling you? Because I’m free tonight if you wanna (you know) perform a sacrifice?’

‘…you must be Clavicus Vile, because you’re master of my insidious wishes.’

‘…Hermaeus Mora? Ha! You read me like a book!’

‘…Hircine, huh? You know that I, *ahem*, have a fursuit?’

‘‘Gray Prince of Order?’ More like ‘gay prince of order’, bcs I’ll make you my bitch!’

‘…is your name Malacath? Because I wouldn’t mind being in your ashpits…’

‘…let’s destroy the world together, my Mehrunes Dagon!’

‘…ohhh! Mephala, ay? Tie. Me. Up.’

‘…you’re Meridia. You annoy me greatly, but you are the light of my life.’

‘…no offence, but if you worship Molag Bal… I- I don’t want you to call me again…’

‘…like Namira, you have rotted away the cage around my heart.’

‘…I want to embrace you under Nocturnal’s moonlight, because you snuck into my heart!’

‘…Peryite must have gotten to my, because I am lovesick.’

‘…I would give you a bouquet of roses, but I only have this one big staff…’

‘…Is it ol’ Sheo’ playing tricks on me, or are you insanely beautiful right now?’

‘…bite me! But don’t go too far - I know you’re into Namira.’

[pluralfuture]

Sequel to my last story. Still based on @thisbelongsto-nohbodys 's AU. I do not own Azura. Or The Owl House. Shorter this time, mostly some lore and excuse for Veesha. Also: Titi = NB term for aunt/uncle, mix of the spanish Tia (aunt) and Tio (uncle).

CW: Implied s*xy times at the end, blatant shipping of someone's OC's because I have no shame

Short: Research and Revelations

The bell above the door chimed as Azura Noceda walked into the curio shop owned by her Tia Vee and Titi Masha. From behind the desk, Masha smiled and gave Azura a small wave.

“Hey kiddo. How have things been recently?” Masha asked as Azura approached the desk. Azura gave a small shrug.

“Not bad. Been focusing on my bard studies recently.” The witchling responded.

“And here I thought you'd be chatting with your new girlfriend non-stop, like your moms before you.” Masha's comment caused Azura to blush and stammer a bit, which got a chuckle out of them.

“You shouldn't tease her, babe.” Came the voice of Vee as she slithered out from the back room of the shop before shifting into her human disguise. “Or maybe I should recount how much of a disaster you were when we actually started dating? Especially when you learned the truth.” Vee smirked playfully as Masha blushed and chuckled.

“I mean, can you blame me? My adorkable girlfriend turned out to be an adorkable shape shifting snake woman. How could I not have been even more madly in love than I already was?” Masha gently pecked Vee on the cheek. Vee gave a bashful chuckle and turned to Azura.

“So, what brings you here today?” Vee asked her niece. Azura produced a few drawings from her pockets and placed them on the counter. Masha and Vee leaned forward, looking at them.

“These are carvings from the “tomb” Lily and I explored the other day. And that one at the end is my best recollection of what the armour that attacked us looked like.” Azura said, pointing to the drawings as she explained them. “I tried researching this on my own, but even the back areas of the library had nothing about this. Whatever this is, it's way, way older than any sort of written documentation. I figured, since you two study not only the history but the folklore of the Isles, you might know more?”

Masha picked up a few of the drawings, examining them more closely. They and Vee had heard about the whole incident from Luz. Well, first they heard about Azura and Lily dating (which was long overdue in Masha's opinion, but they didn't get involved in shipping as much as Luz, so they never really said anything), and that lead into the story of how the two got together, which obviously included the armour itself. While Masha had been researching folklore for a while, they hadn't really heard about any living armour. But now, seeing these drawings, a theory popped into their head.

“The Gilded Butcher.” They said, standing up. “You found the tomb of the Gilded Butcher!”

“The… Gilded Butcher?” Azura asked.

“Mash’, are you sure? You thought we had found it before.” Vee said.

“I'm sure.” Masha said with a firm nod. They turned to Azura and put on their best performative voice. “It's said that long ago, when the body of the Titan had barely begun decaying and society was just forming, a mad witch made contact with an ancient being. This creature, a miniature star that fed on blood, made a pact with the witch. If he made the being a body, then it would serve as his enforcer and executioner, helping him to build a mighty kingdom. The witch worked tirelessly for 3 months straight, and by the time he finished the body, it was said that he was more skeletal than the Titan itself. The being entered its new body, but it had deceived the witch. He became the first victim of the Gilded Butcher. After rampaging across the isles for years, eventually, the witches made contact with the demons living on the remote areas of the Titan and forged a pact. Working together, they tore the Butcher apart and sealed it away so no one could find it. It's said that should the seal on the door be broken, the Gilded Butcher will take its revenge on all inhabitants of the Boiling Isles, not resting until every witch and demon is dead!” Masha ended their story with a dramatic flare. Azura stared wide-eyed.

“Wait, but… Lily and I did break the seal. But it couldn't get out. Or at least, it didn't look like it could…” Azura said, fear creeping into her voice. Her Tia Vee put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, one thing we've learned is that while there is a portion of truth to folklore, especially on the Isles, it's not 100% factual. If this thing is as old as we think, then this is basically the oldest game of Telephone in Isles history.” Vee gave Azura a comforting smile. Masha nodded in agreement.

“While a great story, my guess is it's probably some kind of invisible magic parasite, and is just puppeting the armour for safety, or something like that.”

“Still, I should go let someone know. Maybe Mama Amity. She can probably get some sort of defense put up around the tomb just in case. And Lily might want to know too.” Azura collected her drawings. “Thanks Tia Vee, thanks, Titi Masha.” Azura gave her aunt and titi a quick hug each and rushed out the door.

Masha chuckled. “She sure is like her moms.” They said with a smile. They shivered a bit as they felt Vee's hand run down their spine. “V-Vee?” They asked, looking over and seeing a familiar look in their lover's eyes.

“We're closing early. I forgot how… hot you are when you tell stories like that.” Vee said breathily, her tail shifting in slightly to wrap around Masha's waist and pick them up.

“And I forgot how hot you are when you get like this.” Masha said with a blush as Vee carried them off into the back.

~Fin~

[wellthebardsdead]

Voryn: *sitting upright in his bed as the healers feed him tea and tentatively help him adjust to being back in a body after being reborn from the ash* there is so much I must atone for��

Evalien: *seated beside him, mortal body physically exhausted after achieving chim but otherwise well, still coming to terms with her reality after the world bent before her eyes when she performed the dance of creation in reverse upon the brass tower, setting lorkhan free and merging akatosh and auriel back as one, and in celebration her joyous laughter returning the dwemer and restoring the falmer to nirn. And along with them, Voryn.* you’ve already suffered more than enough. Now you should rest. And focus on living the life you were robbed of.

Voryn: I can’t… how can I ever face them after what I did under the hearts contr-

Nerevar: *suddenly kicks the door down, steren at his side, both having barrelled through the temple just to reach them after hearing his heart had awoken from his rebirth at the foot of the mountain* Voryn?…

Voryn: Nerevar… *looks to his side, all three eyes meeting with the dark haired chimer with the blue steely gaze* St-steren? *chokes back a sob and covers his face as tears fall, having dreamt so long of his little star, sired when he was still Ur Dagoth and nerevar the nerevarine. But he was his son. His child.* I’m so sorr- *gasps out a surprised cry as they both practically scramble onto the bed to hug him*

Head healer: y-your majesties! Lord dagoth is still frag-

Evalien: *rises from her seat and pats their shoulder* shhh, they’ll be gentle with him. They wouldn’t dare harm him. *smiles at them and bows her head before ushering the healers away to give them space*

Voryn: *unable to stop weeping as nerevar holds him close and gives him a kiss he’s been longing for for so long* I do-I don’t understand, you should be mad at me! Why aren’t you mad at me?! After everything-

Nerevar: *smiles and holds his face as tears freely fall from his eyes* why would I be mad? I know the truth, I know what really happened. And now we’re together again, we’re together.

Steren: *hugging voryn tight in disbelief, feeling a connection centuries old in his heart* Ata… *smiles up at him and laughs through tears* it’s really you!

Voryn: *unable to hold back any emotions as he just bawls his eyes out with centuries of grief* M-My moon and star, my son!! My little star!

Evalien: *smiles from the doorway before looking back to see Vivienne awkwardly waiting to meet his fiancés other father* … *strokes his hair back from his face and smiles, seeing a sparkle of Vivec in his eyes as he willingly wears his dual toned skin still despite Azura lifting the curse* you look lovely Vi.

Vivienne: *smiles up at her and shyly fixes his robes* thank you, Alma. Y-you look lovely to- *gasps as steren opens the door and grabs his hand pulling him in to meet his father*

Evalien: *smiles and walks off, stopping just short of a rogue dwemer automaton rolling by as Wyrm chases after it*

Wyrm: I TOLD YOU IT DIDNT HAVE AN OFF SWITCH YET!!!

Inigo: *running after him* IM SORRY!

[huesofgoldensun]

Okay so my Huntceda/Luz and Hunter ship is canon compliant. A summary of it is: Hunter and Luz through the canon events developed mutual feelings. Luz still loved Amity ofc, and Hunter knows she's taken + Willow and him having that chemistry made him more uncertain despite the feelings being there. Luz pushes the feelings down because Amity is her first relationship + that bisexual fear of your sexuality not being taken seriously if you're with someone of a different gender. As they grow up, she's very close with hunter, and he is with her. Nobody thinks anything of it because all of the crew are pretty close. But they're both the only odd ones out so far as doing magic. Neither of them can perform magic normally. :readmore:

Amity and Luz have some common interests (the azura books, magic) but they're eachothers first loves. It's all new. We've seen the issues in their relationship throughout most of the last season, and meta-wise Amity became not much beyond supportive gf who blushes. In my huntceda set up Willow and Hunter don't date until like a few months before the finale when we see them together. It lasts about a year before they mutually break up. Luz and Amity's breakup is an attempt at a collected one but it doesn't end up being that. It's the product of a lack of trust, growing apart and Luz developing her relationships outside of Amity. All of them being just as excitable and caring from Luz's end. She also has a tendency not to really confide in Amity which makes her much more frustrated with Luz because she's supposed to be her girlfriend. Luz tends to curl in on herself in times of trouble, or figure it out on her own, but Amity assumes she'll be sought out, so is often unaware of the issues Luz is struggling with. This is where those mutual repressed feelings crop up because Hunter tends to seek out Luz when she's off on her own. And she ends up turning to him for support for those stressors. Amity and Luz both still love Alura, and grudgby. But outside of magic they tend to lack things to discuss or keep conversations going. Which isn't noticeable for a long time since they're both really into the books and analyzing them. Luz also tends to get Jealous of Amity because of how together she often seems, as well as wondering if Amity could do better. (hormones, teenage stuff). Her conflicting feelings, wishing for more support, as well as the slow diverging of their interests (especially with Vee being in the picture as her legit sibling, and likely spending more time in the human realm) I don't see them ending up together forever. Also because this show has a real 'your first love is your real forever one true love' bias and that's...... not realistic. So they have a huge blowup fight that starts as a reasonable, kind of backpedally request for a break, which then escalates on Amity's end, and then on Luz's end in response. Their friends are sure it's just a couples spat and they'll reconcile. They don't. At least not at first. (they eventually become friends again, but it blows up pt. 2 when Luz and Hunter finally address their feelings after about a year and a half.) Willow initially sided with Luz, but when that happens Willow ends up going with Amity/siding with her in the dispute. Gus is confused and acts as a messenger before getting fed up with his friends constantly dragging him into stuff. Willow is really hurt by it, Amity is hurt by it. Both Hunter and Luz feel guilty but also REALLY care about each other and both are so lost on what to do. They initially agree not to officially be anything until they can figure it out. Luz is conflicted on her feelings, Hunter is not. Willow is wonderful and pretty, and badass and cool but just not who he really had those intense feelings for. Luz DEEPLY cares for Amity still, but it's just... not how she used to feel. They became more different than they were similar. And that's normal, but she still struggles a lot with it because they're all meant to be a team. Luz and Hunter ultimately end up coming back together officially but quietly. It takes a while before everyone is talking fully again. It causes a lot of friction before Luz eventually breaks down and it brings everyone streaming in together because of the front she was putting up to try to seem together.

[thisbelongsto-nohbodys]

Mayor Molly McGee trying to make close up magic illegal.

Meanwhile in the Boiling Isles

Azura: Mama Eda, what are you doing?

Eda:*stuffing magic props into her bag* Taking a sabbatical to the Midwestern States to perform magic acts.

Azura: Why?

Eda: I have no idea. I just got this feeling it will piss off an authority figure, and that’s a good enough cause for me.

Eda must keep up her record of being the first person to break new nonsense laws in America. She’s up to 131

[boethiah]

Do you ever feel like Boethia lied to all the Dunmer when she convinced them to leave Summerset?

I feel like she did, and everything, including the psyjic endevour, is a lie to further her own bloodshed and vanity. Like, this mf Boethia is called the "Prince and Plots" and "The Deciever of Nations." The question arises what nations did Boethia decieve, and what plot did they instigate? On both of those accounts I can only think of the followers of Veloth and the nation of Morrowind.

And literally no one in recorded history has achieved diefication through the psyjic endevour. The only ones to attain godhood were the tribunal, who explicitly ignored the advice of the Azura et all, and Tiber sentiment.

Thoughts?

"Boethiah showed them the lies of the et'Ada, the Aedra, and told them Trinimac was the biggest liar of all, saying all this with Trinimac's voice! Boethiah told the mass before him the Tri-Angled Truth. He showed them, with Mephala, the rules of Psijic Endeavor. He taught them how to build Houses, and what items they needed to bury in the Corners. He demonstrated the right way to wear their skin. He performed the way to walk to achieve an Exodus." (x)

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Vivec says unto the Hortator remember the words of Boet-hi-ah:

We pledge ourselves to you, the Frame-maker, the Scarab: a world for us to love you in, a cloak of dirt to cherish. Betrayed by your ancestors when you were not even looking. Hoary Magnus and his ventured opinions cannot sway the understated, a trick worthy of the always satisfied. A short season of towers, a rundown absolution, and what is this, what is this but fire under your eyelid?

Shift ye in your skin, I say to the Trinimac-eaters. Pitch your voices into the color of bruise. Divide ye like your enemies, in Houses, and lay your laws in set sequence from the center, again like the enemy Corners of the House of Troubles, and see yourself thence as timber, or mud-slats, or sheets of resin. Then do not divide, for yet is the stride of SITHISIT quicker than the rush of enemies, and He will sunder the whole for the sake of a shingle.

For we go different, and in thunder. SITHISIT is the start of all true Houses, built against stasis and lazy slaves. Turn from your predilections, broken like false maps. Move and move like this. Quicken against false fathers, mothers left in corners weeping for glass and rain. Stasis asks merely for nothing, for itself, which is nothing, as you were in the eight everlasting imperfections. (x)

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boethiah laid out the central tenets of velothi society-- the division into houses and the conflict embedded within their culture. she presented a coherent philosophy centred on rejection of the aedra and adoration of lorkhan and the world he'd created. the fact that nobody has achieved the psjjjic endeavour doesn't mean it's a false concept; the psjjjic endeavour was lorkhan's ultimate goal in the creation of nirn, she passed it on to honour him.

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Fallen Star pt. 10 ("Silk Ripper")

Author's Note: Sadara gets a bit of a body shift in this (dream) chapter; she retains the lady bits but is otherwise made to look like Nerevar. Voryn is very happy and expresses this joy as can be expected. SMUT.

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As she looked into the mirror Sadara began to think of the robe she was wearing, less than the flower crown adoring her head. It was nice enough, but...she still felt she didn't quite belong in this crowd of nobles, this gathering of--whatever it was for. She felt completely out of place, like some wild elf that had been given a flower crown and a robe and had somehow been allowed to gallivant with the lords and ladies of the great houses.

(Hadn't that been the truth, back in the beginning? Save for the flower crown anyway...)

She thought of a gown she'd seen while performing at a lord's manor house once -- one of the ladies attending had been wearing one of blue silk with its bust threaded all over in silver, and as she thought on it, focused, her robe began to shift.

Oh? I can do this?

The mirror still showed her Nerevar's face and golden skin, but she could look down at her hands and see how well that beautiful dark blue went with her skin. Could imagine how it looked overall.

Blue silk, dusky skin, and a crown of red flowers atop a head of long white hair...it made her think of images she'd once seen of Azura, only these flowers weren't blue and her hair was different. A bit blasphemous of a thought, but...she smiled somewhat wryly, she had crossed that line many times already. She'd crossed that line weeks ago when she'd started drinking the Dagoth Brandy.

When she'd kissed Voryn.

When--

"The only blasphemy here is that you have not yet sought me out."

Voryn's voice rumbled behind Sadara and she stiffened as his hands came up to rest on her shoulders. Only for a moment had she forgotten the necessity of keeping her mind clear in these dreams but that moment was all it took.

"You snuck up on me there," she said in a slightly shaky voice, "And...I was fairly certain you'd find me anyway. You don't seem fond of letting me get too far out of reach."

"Centuries of thirst tends to make one value the waters of relief, yes. And of course one prefers to guard its source, to keep it safe."

"To keep others from drinking of the same water, perhaps."

His grip tightened.

"You needn't worry about that, Voryn. Ayem I would never have dared to approach and despite his...checkered past...Vehk...well, he always preferred the company of men anyway."

There was a slight growl.

"Voryn," she said, "You can stop worrying, I'm not going anywhere. At least...not in the waking world."

(She wanted to believe that more than she had ever wanted to believe anything before.)

His head tilted slightly. Sadara gathered the skirts of the gown and bolted for the door to the gardens, a peal of laughter breaking from her lips as she moved.

A memory stirred, something similar, something older than any yet: Catch me, Voryn!

The crowd blurred around her, around both of them, and (she noticed as she approached the doors) began to thin, then disappeared entirely once she crossed the threshold. She looked behind her once only, enough to see Voryn dashing, red and black robes billowing behind him.

In that glimpse she saw a brief change in the garden around them--as she looked, those who HAD been there were there again, but dead. Sickly skin, the white cloth of the grave covering their bodies, while others were ash zombies. The light of the outdoors seemed to dim around him, but a single ray of sun shone off his mask and glared into her eyes.

Fear jabbed into her chest, a cold icy stab...

But then it changed when she turned back, or at least as she advanced. The dead were gone wherever she moved, the light returned again--and she was running, running, heart pounding in her chest, more full of life now than ever. She shoved back the fear desperately, wanting to feel anything else.

Sadara moved off the path and ran through the branches of several weeping willows before stopping beneath the last. Leaning back against the trunk she tried to relax, to catch her breath.

The willow-curtain parted, and Voryn's mask was a dark silhouette even before he stepped beneath the shade.

"What a capricious thing you are," he said, chuckling as he advanced, "And what made you so eager to be chased? For I can only assume you desired it, considering the way you laughed."

"I...I don't know," she said with a slight giggle, "I was simply struck by the urge."

He saw everything here, and yet he didn't mention the sight she'd seen on looking back. The dead, the suffering. It was normal to him, so perhaps he didn't even notice it any longer.

"If I allow myself to feel the sorrow for every lost mind I would never accomplish my noble aim," Voryn said, once more picking up on her thoughts, "And--"

"The words of a demon," Sadara said suddenly in a stronger voice, and clapped her hands over her mouth a second later. "I didn't say that, I swear, Voryn."

But beneath her hands the tone sounded again, unmuffled.

"She is not yours, demon, she is mine, MINE, do you hear me? I will not suffer my champion to be made a pawn of your evil whims. I will not allow you to sever the destiny I have fashioned for her with your lies and false promises."

His hands, so warm every other time, were icy now when they raised to cup her face.

"She is MINE!"

"Begone," Voryn's voice was hard now, harder than Sadara had ever yet heard it, "Sadara is not the pawn you would have her be."

He said my name...

Her vision blurred.

She clung to the sound of his voice, even as the whirlwind of Azura in her mind went on. An angry storm it was, determined to ruin, determined to hurt--

An argument went on, Azura's furious tone saying one thing, Voryn's steel one replying in kind. Ice at her throat, in her chest, and overwhelming fire from the hand she was wearing moon-and-star on.

Mark my words, moon-and-star, mark them well. The Sharmat will be your end, one way or another!

The pain faded suddenly. Azura's voice was then silent as Sadara looked up--and into Voryn's eyes. The mask, puzzlingly, was gone.

"What d-did she do?"

"She attacked you, moon-and-star. She attacked your mind. You are fortunate that I was here to stop it."

"Y...you'd think she'd have done it before now. Wh...when I was...when w-we were..."

Voryn was warm again, so very, very warm, and she was so utterly cold. She welcomed his embrace when he reached down to pull her forward and into his arms, and relaxed at the feel of them around her. Here, surrounded by him, there was no Morrowind in danger, no prophecy to duck, no shame, no pain...

There was only the two of them, and the feeling of being completely and utterly safe.

Whether it was real, or something he was merely exerting was hard to say, but it was so strong Sadara found she could not make herself care if there WAS a difference.

"It is the distance, I think," Voryn said, after a lengthy pause, "You are too far from me, too far from the Heart, and you wear Nerevar's ring, ever the symbol of Azura. Perhaps also an amplifier of her influence over you."

"P...perhaps," she said, and desperate to think of anything but whatever in oblivion had just gone on, added, "But might it also be that you simply want me back in Red Mountain?"

"The thought had crossed my mind. Perhaps you should avoid making further trips to see sunrises until after my victory," Voryn went on gently, stepped back, and lifted both her hands in his own, "When I need never fear for your safety again."

"If anything ever happens, you can always bring me back."

"I can only do so much at a distance. I--I do not want to even chance the same loss again, not when you are now where you should always have been."

"Being separate from you is hard enough as it is," she replied, "Lord Uthol and Dagoth Ulen are good company, but...nothing can really measure up to what you have to offer. Two days has been...well not agony, exactly, but..."

"But the absence of something you love so well is...intolerable. It's settled, then...you return to me tomorrow."

"Such a hurry you're in...this is not only for my safety, I see. You want me back in your bed, too," Sadara teased just slightly, "Can you deny it?"

A dark chuckle sounded from his throat.

"No. I would not want to, either. The day I say I do not want you there is the day I am truly lost."

It buoyed her hope further - there was still a chance, however slim.

(There was more she wanted to think on...but she couldn't. Not here. Not now.)

He kissed her once, and she luxuriated in the feel of his lips on hers. Then a second time, after a momentary break to let her breathe. After the third she was already breathing hard, needing--more.

"And here I thought you were a civilized mer," she said against Voryn's lips. "But now I find you're ready to savage me outdoors..."

"Where?" he growled the words against her neck and pressed close--close enough she could feel exactly how eager he was for this supposed savagery.

"Where you wanted me in life. Your--our--first life."

She wanted to see what he wanted, what he craved. What he'd desired for all these centuries.

"Show me what you would have had if you could have. Awake I would have you as my own. But...in dreams...I am willing to be Nerevar for you...so long as I retain the parts I have."

She was dreaming, after all, and if she had learned anything of his power it was his mastery over this domain. And would it really be such an ask, to be Nerevar, when it made Voryn so happy?

A pause, brief, and then everything shifted around her. She opened her eyes to what she was sure was Kogoruhn, but it was different straight off. The Vault of Aerode she had spent so much time working on now looked clean and clear, though in one corner she saw the table and bookshelves of ingredients that hinted at an alchemy lab.

And there was a mirror she went straight to in order look herself over.

Looking down at her hands--they were golden, as much as they were in the mirror. Her chest was flat, but from the feel of her undergarments there was definitely no additional equipment there. She then was free to think on the rest of her appearance. The strong cheekbones, the blue eyes. The jaw that looked like it could cut glass. The fit body, trimmed with muscle but not to an overwhelming degree. She wondered briefly if Voryn was over-exaggerating Nerevar's features...or if this beauty really was all Nerevar.

If it was, I can see why he would be so smitten with the man.

And for one brief second, there was doubt.

Gilvoth's words echoed in her head. That Voryn wanted Nerevar, not her...

Is this what he wishes for, when I am beneath him? What he imagines?

The blue gown she'd conjured up remained, but the flower crown had turned to a necklace around her neck--she assumed, because of the mohawk of stark white hair on her head. She thought briefly of willing it to change, but...muscle beneath the silk of a gown was a lovely sight.

Sadara waited a few more minutes, and then turned to look into the next room of the Vault. It was darkened, and she raised a hand, thinking to bring up a light spell--

A dark hand reached from the shadows, clenched around her wrist, and dragged her forward into the darkness. Before she could protest lips came down to press against hers, and not until she broke for air did she realize something else had changed.

"Someone's eager."

Her voice was not the one she expected, a little gravelly but feminine too. It was a manlier voice, one she assumed must be Nerevar's.

"Are you going to have me against the wall or are you going to be a gentleman about it?" she teased at Voryn with this unfamiliar voice, "So eager you forget all your niceties...so eager, you must have me now..."

There was a slight yelp as she was lifted from her feet, and she reached up to put both arms around Voryn's neck as he hauled her up.

"A thousand ways and one have I imagined this, Nerevar," he murmured, "You never knew, I never said, but now--well, allow me the time, if you would."

"We've got all the time in the world. This is YOUR realm, after all."

The voice was still strange to her, hers and not hers all at once. But all she need do was let go of that hesitation due to the difference, and every wish of her heart would be granted.

At least, here.

They moved past a doorway, and once more she laughed.

"Why, Voryn, I didn't expect such a thing of you. Carrying me over a threshold? That's an imperial tradition, you know."

Where the bed came from, Sadara didn't know, but it was the same as the one she'd shared with him in the waking world.

For a minute or two there'd been darkness, darkness she couldn't make out at all but that Voryn seemed to know like the back of his hand. And then she was on her back looking up at the face that she and Nerevar both desired.

She wanted to think "I can save you" but forced it back and instead spoke aloud, "I can't see a thing, Voryn. Or did you mean that to be the point?"

Overwhelming, exciting, alluring...mixed with a dash of frightening. No one could see them here, no one could rush to interrupt.

They were alone in the dark, with the only one another visible.

Had she not been so familiar with him by this point she might have been wondering if he meant either to fuck her or devour her.

"While you thought of my cheekbones, I thought of your eyes," Voryn said, letting his hand drift up the outside of her left leg, bringing the hem of the gown up with it. "Clear, piercing blue, that looked straight through me, that I thought might see obviously what I kept hidden."

His claws were gone, leaving only the paradise of his silken touch and the slightest pain from the grip of his nails.

"I was never so clever as that...or I might have seen what--"

"Do not speak of that." Voryn's hand stopped at what would have been the curve of her hip, had she still been in her own body. "I want not to hear of regrets, of what was missed, of what lead to your being stolen from me."

"Then what would you have me speak of?"

Anticipation, it was killing her...but at the same time, she could feel the same from Voryn. Eager to proceed, but more so to savor what was before him.

"Of me, perhaps. Of what you would have for the gift you've given me."

"Silence, perhaps." Sadara gave a brief smirk, and raised her hands to Voryn's shoulders, "And action."

There was a brief pause, and then two words so full of emotion it almost seemed like he was a dam about to burst.

"Oh, Nerevar..."

Voryn moved down, captured her lips beneath his own, and kissed as though he would starve without the taste of her. The hand that had moved the hem of the gown moved up with its twin to the neckline. With a growl he began to rip at the fabric, finding--she could feel it from him--any layers between them to be utterly intolerable.

There was a slight yelp at the first tear, but he silenced the next sound with another kiss, and kept ripping at the fabric keeping their skin from touching.

"More," Sadara finally managed in a weak voice. This, this was what she needed--for someone to want her as badly as Voryn did. Even if she were not wholly Nerevar, only a shadow of him, that was enough to drive the man above her wild. Once more she whispered the word, this time against Voryn's jaw as one of his hands traced down what were now pectoral muscles instead of breasts. "More."

He was touching everywhere but where she wanted him most.

"You greedy thing," his deep tenor sounded off against her ear. "Here I am trying to take my time, and you wish to rush me. What a fool you are, Nerevar...a god moves only as quickly as he pleases."

"He won't be as pleased as he would if he hurried up." And then she gave a slight pull and in the voice of Nerevar, whispered in his ear in turn, "I would be happy to serve my god, if only he'd let me."

Her legs, already spread to allow him closer, moved outward a little more, letting her squirm against his (oh, of course) hard length as well as could be expected considering their position.

She expected almost anything except what actually happened.

He didn't move. It was as if he'd simply stopped functioning, stopped thinking. For a few seconds he was motionless, and she was left wondering what she'd done wrong.

"Voryn?"

And then the moment passed--snapped--and those lips were once more descending on hers, turning the motion into the most possessive kiss yet.

Only when he'd given a second, a third, a fourth, when he was at the point of thrusting into her did he speak again.

"Speak those words again and I may well never let you leave this dream."

A pull back--a thrust forward--Sadara groaned, clenching the hands that weren't hers at Voryn's shoulders. She moaned eagerly, tightened her knees at his sides, tried to draw him in further. It had always felt good awake, but something about this--about that same movement in this world of dreams, it was even more enthralling.

"Voryn," she groaned, and then groaned the word again after another thrust. "Gods. Gods--!"

The pace was savage, unforgiving, all-consuming, and it was all she could do not to simply let herself be reduced to nothing but moans. As it was, the ones she gave Voryn satisfied him--or at least if he had any issue with them he didn't say so. He moved up, braced himself with both arms, and kept all three of his eyes directly on her face.

(It is not you he wants)

Sadara shoved the thought back again, and gave him what he wanted. "Voryn..."

Another deep thrust, a brush of lips over her own, a kiss she couldn't quite complete.

"Voryn!"

A second kiss denied, a third, a fourth. Despite the heaven between her legs it was intolerable--she wanted to kiss him, taste him, feel him on her tongue. She gave a growl of her own and lunged upward, rolling--

Breathing hard, Sadara found herself straddled atop Voryn, who wasted no time in moving up himself. She pressed a kiss to his lips, brought her hands up to thread her fingers through his hair, and rolled her hips as thought everything depended on the steady rocking between the two of them.

"Voryn," She moaned into his ear, "Please..."

For what favor she begged she hardly knew. The idea of staying like this was almost tempting enough to make her not care that he COULD keep her this way. The pleasure stayed steady, but when he moved there would a spike of ecstasy so pure and heady that all she could think and feel was more.

(Would it really be so bad, to stay here, like this?)

The intensity rose, and with it that by now familiar feeling of rightness. She planted yet another kiss on his lips, twisted hers, Nerevar's, tongue with Voryn's, breaking only when he finally pulled back--

"Voryn!"

It tore through her suddenly, left her shaking, wracked with tremors of pleasure that seemed not to wish to leave her be. It was with a great effort that she kept herself moving, slowly drawing out Voryn's own end.

"Nerevar," she heard the whisper, "Nerevar--"

His arms slipped tightly about her, and whatever he said next turned to a moan inside her mouth. She felt the pulse of his cock, the spill, and the delicious dampness that followed.

Not until they had separated, until they were laid beside each other, as the heated high was sinking into the warm glow did either of them speak again.

"Gods above, Voryn, how long have you wanted that?"

There was a pause, and a stroke at the face that was hers and yet not hers.

"Nearly four thousand years, give or take."

She raised a hand to cover the one of his on her cheek and sighed happily.

(A better course of action than to dither about the future, she decided.)

((That could come later.))

[tegarrianlore]

Freia the Eternal

Freia the Eternal, the goddess that defined an era and the world to come.

Ruling for a hundred millennia, Freia was born out of the desperation of mortalkind.

To understand Freia, one has to understand how gods function in this world. Infinite in nature, each god is a manifestation of a concept or set of concepts and ideas. There can be extensive overlap between certain deities - the Archons rule seven elements of nature that also have had other gods throughout history. Certain gods can rise in reach and power, and the strongest among them ascend to a greate classification: a Greater God. There have only been four Greater Gods in the Tegarrian Lore. Irkathame the Scion-keeper, an ancient deity of a now-exctint species of octopus-like beings that ruled most of the galaxy millions of years ago; Adam El Asem the First Man, who created all of mankind and whose mistakes led directly to the birth of Freia; and Freia the Eternal, whose original purpose became buried under an epoch of corruption. The fourth god deserves a whole another post, so I won't mention her.

Freia began life as a minor deity, travelling across the world to help mortals with tasks they could not accomplish by themselves. These tasks were usually the vanquishing of monsters and other threats. She became the Goddess of many things. Goddess of Hope, of War. Of Love and Lust, of Crops and Famine, of Gold and Wealth, of Magic and the Afterlife (just like the irl Freyja), etc. All those concepts she still represents, even after her death.

However, Freia was born in the shadows of a devastating collapse of civilization. When Adam El Asem's million-year-long Empire came to a close, the very foundations of the world were left in shambles. A war among the Gods themselves raged across the universe, the devastation still felt well into the modern day, 400,000 years after the fact.

After the fact, a huge power vacuum was left open for anyone to grab. A certain Demon Ofnir and his Kingdom of Blood almost conquered half of the world; the Queendom of Sarthes Azura and her two patron deities provided a semblance of order after the First Rapture. An object, an Artifact of Creation was left unused. The Ring of Life, spread over multiples Runes that control all things living, dead, in-between and beyond. This was up for grabs, and Freia quickly began wielding it.

However, the Ring of Life was all but a trap, for a higher being - the Powers That Be - had corrupted it eons before.

Freia with her daughter Promethea, the Angel of Death

The influence of the Powers That Be was strong. Freia grew distant.

Twenty sons she had with the last of the Fae gods; Dewuulf, the God of the Wild Hunt. Of these, the first of them became corrupted by It as well and had to be excised from history all-together. After this, a certain madness claimed Freia's mind. Of her original twenty or so sons and daughters, history only remembers seven of them: Promethea, the Angel of Death, was her Executioner. Godranni, the Weaver of Fate, was her oracle into the future. Aasir, the Red Khan, was her brute-force solution to any problems. Maistorm, the King of the Under-realms, was the only one allowed to perform necromancy. Ulaatan Castellan, the Hammer of Justice, was her perfect general. Kaedriel Mallacht, the Nightbringer, was her soon-to-be successor. Indoral Addarach, the Clockwork Disciple, was the brightest mind allowed to exist. Everyone else would be forgotten by History all-together.

Ms. Adalgard Lund, Emergency Director of the Dämmerung Foundation.

Freia's Golden Empire would soon crumble too. Driven to insanity by the whispers of the Powers That Be, she would end up shattering the Ring of Life itself. This brought an unpredecented age upon the entire Tree of Life - to the entire multiverse. An Age of Undeath.

The Goldenborn beckon for a bright future, but that will not be possible. Of thee, only seven will exist.

Faylane, you the Eternal Muse of Mankind, loved and wanted by all mortals, your presence must come to a stop. Ihnaros, the King of Sands, you have helped the Nightlord settle her lands and establish her rule, and for that I am eternally grateful; for she will forget you. Oljme, Prince of the Hunt, you who enjoy slaying beasts and protecting the wildlife, I must vanish thee. You will join your brother of whom you hold no memories, Audwynn, in eternal un-existence. To fight the war within, I must not falter, ye Forsaken Demigods, for all of Reality depends on it.

READING RELATED TO FREIA THE ETERNAL:

DCA-6000 - The Leytree of Freia the Eternal

DCA-001 - Dr. Elrod's Proposal - The War in Heaven

DCA-5031 - The World Serpent

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Have you thought about doing most popular one out of a set? Such as Performance Inigo, Olivia, Azura, and Shigure together? While I think some might lean heavily towards whatever Lord/Protagonist got released, you might have some fun ones too.

Oh now that I haven't considered before! Maybe we do that after the regular polls are all wrapped up!

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Day 8 of #FatesRouteWeek: Old work

I'll show the fav one I did 👀 I'll do multiple posts! I hope you guys love Aqua/Azura and Shigure x'D

- Aqua/Azura I did right after the very first trailer for Fates was released 💕

- Dancer Shigure I designed 👀

- Yeah, 2017 performing art guessing silhouettes x'D it was fun to do

- One layer challenge with Shigure 🎶

- Jakob / Joker I did for 2018 inktober ☕

- Dancer Shigure! I actually never posted this one x'D

- I'm still so in love with this Hydra /Anankos draw 🥰💕

- Legendary Aqua / Azura... 🎶

I'll do a second post because Tumblr can't handle more than 10 pictures 🥲