#saerun

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Nora Rios by © Særún Hrafnkelsdottir Noren

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Name: Saerun Orokome

Age: 23

Fandom: My hero academia

Quirk: super intelligence.

Villain name: The Trickster

Face claim: Lucifer from Obey Me!

Description: Short and styled black hair. Red calculating eyes. A playful Smirk. white skin. Has a confident and threatening aura. Tall and imposant in a raffined and elegant way.

Personnality: Calculating, playful, mischevious, cheeky, likes a good challenge, needs to be constantly stimulated or else he’ll be underwhelmed and cranky. Arrogant and full of himself, thinks he’s the smartest person alive and that he’s better than everyone. Likes to be in control and has trouble admitting he’s wrong.

Backstory: As a child, people thought of him as annoying becasue of his super-brain. He grew up fatherless. One day, he met All for One, who manipulated him into thinking he was better than everyone and convinced him to run away from home to join the League of villains. He saw AFO as a father figure and craved his approval more than anything. By gambling, he became rich and bought a mansion for him and AFO.

In-story arc: After a confrontation with the heroes, he founds out AFO used him for his brains. He has a whole breakdown because if he didn’t see through AFO’s manipulation, it probably means he isn’t as smart as he thought. He runs away to help the heroes and reunites with his single mother.

☁Very stylish, his color palette is one of a playing card. He had a black and red suit with white gloves.

☁After his redemption arc, he dresses more comfortably.

☁Touch starved

☁Loves dogs

☁Uses knife sharp throwing cards as weapons.

☁Hates hand-to-hand combat and prefers mental duels.

☁Hates luck games.

☁High sense of observation.

☁Loves chess.

☁Loves playing with his victims.

☁Has a rivalry with Shigaraki over AFO’s attention.

☁✨Gifted kid burnout✨Daddy issues✨

[prophecyinpink]

I talked to Saerun to clarify this matter. Apparently she included the contractual clause for your firstborn as a subte invitation. You were supposed to make one. Together.

She since handed those contractual rights off to Farwyn and she decided to get the debt collectors involved. And they collected. With interest.

Always clarify your contracts. You got visitation on birthdays and Christmas as well as the second week of June.

the fae took the fucking kids. cant have shit.

[ttsquid]

art fight icons!!!

[tangerinemoon]

remember first downloading mysme thinking it was just another dating sim and then it turned out to actually be about kidnapping, conspiracy theories, cults, and murder??

[kanoshinkanoshinkanoshin]

Saeru: *gets closer to Kano, full outer science mode* The Dan: no, you can't do that, he's baby

Saeru better run

[inshadowofthegods]

Wretch

"Hey, d'you think you're coming out?" Rorin's voice came, reedy as always in spite of being muffled through the wooden door. "Things are starting up out here." Saerun frowned, pulling her legs in closer and resting her head on her arm, idly twirling the wine bottle held loosely in her hand. She could tell he was right; she could smell freshly cooked food, baked bread, and some sort of sweet confection she couldn't quite identify. Aside from that, she was fairly sure she could hear singing from just outside the house. One of Solveig's kids, she presumed - nobody she knew sounded like that. Evidently, Ila had chosen to throw a proper party that evening. That certainly didn't appeal to her. She'd never been a fan of parties, especially not in her adult life; the sounds and crowds had always made her uneasy. Even among friends as she was, the thought of either dragging everyone's mood down with her, or pretending everything was fine was exhausting, to say the least. And those were certainly the only options. Briefly, she wondered how many others were just going through the motions. She could feel the anxiety that simmered in the clan, though she'd not been out to put faces to it, or to pinpoint the reasons why. "...I'd love to eat dinner with you," Rorin added, barely audible. At that, she couldn't hold back a derisive snort. Good lord, you have no idea. No idea how little you actually want that, she thought with bitter amusement - though it quickly faded as she felt the echo of his hurt pass through, shooting down her antennae like an electric shock and leaving the vague but unignorable feeling of being slapped in the face. Guess he heard her. It proved her point, really. Still, she couldn't help but feel slightly bad at the fact. "I'll pass," she replied, her own voice thicker and words more slurred than she expected. She cleared her throat. "...Thanks, though." "'Kay," Rorin replied, still with that strained, quiet tone she had to strain to hear over everything else. He was quiet for some minutes after that, but she could tell he hadn't actually left. Haphazard mixes of frustration, confusion, and even jealousy leeched in through the door. It would have been somewhat disconcerting if she wasn't becoming so annoyed by the whole affair. "...Edan is back," he finally said, his voice tense and a bit louder than before. "I'm sure he'd like to see you." So that's what this is, she thought, at once angered and amused by whatever this boy had concocted in his own mind. She certainly didn't feel bad for him anymore. She wasn't sure whether she was going to shout at him or laugh in response until she opened her mouth, but it turned out to be the latter. "Well, tell him he's free to come visit if that's true." Finally, the young mirror left, his heavy footfalls disappearing into the distant party murmur and music. Saerun felt a bit lighter as the miasma of his foul mood finally dissipated. She wasn't sure how she felt about him anymore. All her former hunting companion had been doing recently was getting on her nerves; trying to get closer in a way that made her want to... she didn't really know how to put it. Yell at him? Chase him off. Peel off her skin? Something in that range. She didn't need to be an empath to be aware of his annoying little crush - as if the pleading and possessiveness didn't give it away - but it had been easier to play dumb. Until recently, anyway. Still, she couldn't fathom why he did. Slim pickings, probably. Mixed with some... grotesque hero complex. It disgusted her, but she supposed why didn't matter much. She lay back, taking a long swig from the bottle and, once more, laughing bitterly to herself. No accounting for bad taste, after all.

[pumpkin-bread]

Hazel sat, her legs crossed neatly under her. With eyes shut, head bowed, and hands folded neatly in her lap, she was the picture of serenity. ...Or she would be, if not for the scowl on her face. The corners of her mouth were pulled back in something near a snarl, betraying her anxious frustration. Saerun chuckled to herself. "Don't laugh," Hazel hissed, glaring up at the skydancer who was watching her, leaned against the wall. She was quietly grateful the rest of the building was empty. This was hard - and embarrassing - enough with just one person. "Sorry, kid. Sorry," Saerun replied wryly, shaking her head and forcing the grin from her face. "So... what's the verdict? Was I lying to you?" "I..." Hazel looked down at the ground, blinking balefully before screwing her eyes shut once more. "I don't know." "So you still can't pick up any difference, even with just us here?" Saerun asked, tilting her head to the side. Her tone wasn't mocking, but it still hurt. "No. It's all just... buzzing," Hazel replied, rubbing her forehead and briefly passing her hand over her antennae. "It's awful. I can hardly think with it." Saerun sighed. "You'll probably just adjust to it in time. I was born like this so I can't really know, but..." "Gods, that's not good enough, though," Hazel shook her head in a quick, violent jerk. "I need to be able to use these things! I need to be able to... think." "I don't know what to tell you, Haze," Saerun shrugged. There was some tired sort of sympathy on her face. "If you really can't handle it, I know some of the girls in my old clan would cut them off so they couldn't feel everyone else around them. But antennae are a bundle of nerves. I can't imagine how badly it hurts, but I know it does for... a real long time." Hazel let out a frustrated shriek, slightly muffled as she held her head in her hands. "You didn't think it would work just like that, did you?" Saerun asked. "You gave yourself a whole new sense. It's gonna mess with your head for a while, Haze!" A long few minutes of silence followed, finally interrupted as Hazel began to cry in weak sobs. Saerun knelt next to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Hey." The older skydancer sighed. "Look, I know it's hard. I'm not trying to... make it worse. But listen, it's gonna be hard. Growing is hard. Learning is. I think... you know, out of everyone here, you're the one who'll figure it out. You're a tough girl, determined. You'll figure it out." Hazel wiped at her eyes before meeting her gaze. She wasn't calm enough to try to reply, certain she'd start sobbing again if she dared speak. "It'll be okay." "Are you lying?" Hazel finally asked with a weak laugh, rubbing her eyes on her sleeve. "No, Gladekeeper's t - " Saerun shook her head and laughed as well. "Okay, you're pulling my leg. It'll be fine, Hazel. Really. We can keep doing these sessions if you want - but we're gonna have to tell Edan eventually if this keeps up." "Yeah, thank you, 'Run."

[kye-kai]

HBD CHOI BOIZ LOLOLOL

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Oml anon five of them??? Okay so OC Ask-meme thing! 

1. My OC Nikko is a cute pastel boy! I absolutely adore playing him and he is super flirtatious and sweet and you could just eat him right up! I’ve never had a truly successful ship with him which is sad, but I do have at least one in progress that I hope will last? D: I also have stupid insecurity playing him due to a comment someone made around the time he was created. Ugh.

2. Okay I know this is tumblr and I might get a lot of hate for this (I’m kind of scared to say anything hah...) but! I have an OC, strictly used in one RP group only who is...well, transphobic. I, of course, don’t condone it in the least, but in playing him (selectively with someone/people who are comfortable with handling it since he was MEANT to be a villain) have really discovered that people can change. People can be problematic and nasty and horrible and learn from their mistakes and grow to be good people. It doesn’t erase what they did, but forgiveness goes a LONG way. This character is now trying to make amends for all of the horrible things he did and the person he hurt the most? Has forgiven him. He’s changed the language he uses, how he views them, and has quite literally cut the man who raised him to be this way out of his life. With a heckin’ sword.

He may be and have been really problematic, but he’s changed from the heart over a period of 2.5 IRL years of RP. And...he actually means a lot to me.

3. On a much lighter note I have a little Kobold character named Skree and he is the cutest little thing ever! He likes to snooze under warm blankies with his traveling companion, Vikri!

4. I have branched back into Sci-Fi and have an alien named “baby”. Baby is over seven feet tall and rather feral. We love Baby.

5. I have discovered that I have an overabundance of witches! But one of my favorites is Saerun, my marine-mancer. He’s shy and not really good around people, but marine-life? Heck yeah! He’s so far detached from being human that he has gills and his eyes have developed to see better underwater!

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commission for @pumpkin-bread of their nuzlocke dragon, Saerun!

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progress,,,,

[lucky-number-606]

RFA + V and Saerun: Favorite seasons

Yoosung: Spring!!

Even though he loves the summertime mainly bc no school,,, duh, Yoosung’s favorite season would have to be the spring.

He loves hoodies... What perfect weather to wear all of his favorites!

Yoosung loves how often it rains in the spring. Though he loves sunny weather, he also finds storms somewhat tranquilizing.

He likes collecting rain water to make “all natural” lemonade yoosung buddy not sure that that’s how it works

He loves hunkering down and watching movies with you when the rain outside is pouring. The two of you also play that game where you run out the front door and into the rain until one of you calls it quits.

Zen: Spring!!

Every flower in sight begins to bloom during the springtime. This is one of the main reasons why Zen cannot resist this time of year.

It’s not too hot, and it’s not too cold. It’s perfect weather to work out in, and perfect outside date weather... ;). Getting wine-drunk on his balcony is his favorite activity with you, even though it doesn’t have to be spring to do just that...

Picnics in the park? Absolutely. Singing in the rain? You can count on him. Bouquets on the daily? Very likely.

Jaehee: Autumn!!

Jaehee is a warm-drinks kind of girl. She likes brisk and chilly weather, but hates the snow, meaning that fall is where it’s at.

Even though the PSL is pretty overrated at this point, she still participates in the pumpkin spice fun.

Coffee dates with you are her lifeblood. 

The turning leaves makes her happy. She also likes stepping on leaves just to hear that satisfying “crunch”.

She likes all of the warm, inviting smells that candles emit during this season.

Jumin: Winter!!

For Jumin, he is at his happiest during the winter. He likes how he loses sensation in his toes and his nose, and how on occasion, it hurts to breathe. don’t ask me why

Even though Jumin doesn’t spend a lot of time outside, he does like taking you out on nice, long walks through the snow on occasion... Especially at night.

Jumin is secretly at his happiest wrapped up in tens and hundreds of blankets in front of his fireplace. With you. And Elizabeth the III he is afraid that she will get cold during this time of year, so he makes sure to get her a custom-made sweater every year

The snowy season reminds him of solitude and silence. He finds this relaxing.

Mistletoe? More like aggressive make-out session. Sorry, all.

707: SUMMER!!!

Don’t ask me why, but Saeyoung is the exact person who walks around the house in only his boxers. At least during the summer, he isn’t too cold while doing so.

707 likes how sunny and warm it gets to be outside, even though he spends much of his time indoors. He does like taking his cars for a spin out in the big, spicy weather, though.

He loves taking you out in his car, driving with the top down from sunset to midnight. He also likes laying out with you at night. He also likes water gun fights.

V: Spring!!

During the springtime, it is either sunny and warm, or cloudy and raining. V loves the drastic difference.

There are so many photo opportunities. Budding flowers, babbling brooks that won’t stop babbling, rain, rain, rain... So much to think about.

For some reason, it smells so fresh and clean outside. V loves it.

He likes taking photos of you stomping in puddles, and laying in beds of flowers. They’re some of his favorites.

Saerun: Winter!!

Like Jumin, Saerun also likes how quiet and at peace the atmosphere is during the winter. Also, highkey lowkey, Christmas.

He likes all of the Christmas decorations strewn everywhere he goes. It makes him feel good on the inside.

He loves going out and making snowmen with you. He also likes how your lips are so cold when you kiss him. 

Aggressive snowball fights on his part with his brother? Bet.

Saerun lives for cheesy Christmas movies, though he wouldn’t admit this to anyone. His automatic excuse is always “every other channel is just mainlining shit.” This may or may not be true.

He loves wearing baggy sweatshirts and sweatpants. He loves being warm in general.

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Analysis – Al-Sadr election shock: What does he have in mind? News Code : 1161435 Leader of Iraq’s Sadr Movement and backer of Saerun parliamentary alliance Muqtada al-Sadr in a controversial decision announced on Friday he will not take part in the snap general election scheduled for October 10. The announcement was major news hit to the media and analysts.  Ahlulbayt News Agency: Leader of…

[kanoshinkanoshinkanoshin]

Saerun! (Quick, Ren! Make a kagecrack art on Saerun!)

Gotta go fast

[inshadowofthegods]

A Discussion

Days passed, and then weeks. Fortnight of the Nocturne ended, and the hectic state of the world outside began to ease. The nocturne hatchlings came of age, and though none picked up Ila’s love of sewing, she did manage to spark the creative spirits in some: Clade developed a passion for drawing and cataloguing their native plants, and soon had begun a guide that listed each ones’ various uses, from fiber to food to poison. Hazel adored seeking out scraps and trinkets she thought might be useful, building trinkets and weapons from any scraps Ila couldn’t use. Marshall and Espen weren’t quite as creatively minded, and simply loved to tear their way through the forest and keep their siblings safe while they worked. Ciron grew up, as well, and desperately wanted to start earning his keep. In spite of protests from both Edan and Saerun, he was steadfast, and a way was worked out. With Rorin at his side to sweep the area and watch for anyone coming, and Saerun to keep an eye on him and identify any threats from their old clan, another full team was formed. Though they only went out for short excursions - and Edan went to supervise most of them - Ciron became a skilled healer, and Saerun rebuilt her strength bit by bit, becoming a formidable hunter in her own right. Every dragon that had fallen into the fold was now earning their own keep, and their home’s larder had never been so full. If situations had been different, Edan would have thought times were good. Wonderful, even. But he knew better than to relax, and he made sure that everyone knew that each day they might face something horrible. He made sure they were prepared. It always paid off. He had returned from a successful hunt with the new group, only to find Ila waiting outside the door to their home. Her arms were crossed, and her expression was strangely blank. “Someone came today,” she stated simply, looking between Saerun and Edan. “None of ours have been hurt.” “Wh - where did - ” Saerun stammered, panicking. “Rorin, take Ciron inside, alright? Wait - they’re not inside, are they?” “No,” Ila shook her head. “I put him in the cellar.” “Is he dead?” Edan asked, stepping to the side as Rorin ushered the fire-eyed pearlcatcher inside. “No, I thought we might need some information from him, so I invited him in and poisoned his tea,” Ila replied. She smiled an empty smile. “Then I tied him up and tossed him down there, so… what you do is up to you.” Edan was speechless. He slowly turned to look at Saerun, who seemed a mix of confused and terrified. “You might want to go in and have a look?” Ila suggested, cocking her head to the side. “Just to make sure it is someone you know, and everything. He was a pearlcatcher looking for another pearlcatcher so I’m pretty sure, but… you know.” “Uh,” Edan blurted, his throat dry. “That… would probably be best. Do you think you can handle that, Saerun?” The skydancer silently nodded. “Good,” Ila nodded back, then turned to head inside. “Then I’ll start dinner for you. See you soon.” Edan found himself equally unnerved by the nocturne’s demeanor as he was by the task at hand. He shook his head and headed toward the cellar’s trapdoor, unlocking it and heading down first to make sure their uninvited guest was indeed still unconscious. Saerun nervously poked her head in after him. “Yea, he’s out,” Edan stated after nudging the unresponsive dragon a bit. He looked over the pearlcatcher, frowning at the sight. “Wonder what Ila used on h -” He stopped, starting at Saerun’s sudden, sharp laugh. “What the hell?” he hissed, turning to look at the skydancer who was now wearing a completely unreadable expression. Her eyes were wild as the day he first saw her. “I can’t believe it,” she breathed, sounding almost giddy. “I can’t believe it! Edan, I have… I have to talk to him when he’s awake. Please, please let me talk to him. Oh my gods.” The mirror gradually realized her bizarre excitement was actually rage. The hatred in her eyes as she stared at the unconscious pearlcatcher was overwhelming. “Of… course… you can,” he replied hesitantly. “But I’ll need to be present for it.” “Fine!” Saerun shouted. She began to pace, swearing and repeating herself under her breath. “I can not believe it.” “We might want to head back out,” Edan suggested. “We don’t know when he’s gonna wake up. Can check back in an hour or two?” “Can we try to wake him up first?” Saerun asked eagerly, still pacing back and forth. “Oh I have so much to say, I have so much… please try.” Edan nudged at the pearlcatcher again, to no response. He pushed a little harder, rolling the dragon onto his back - and, in spite of himself, took a moment to be impressed with how thoroughly Ila had managed to tie his limbs together. Then he aimed a hard slap to his face. The pearlcatcher came to with a yelp, then groaned, trying to focus on Edan’s face. “Wh-? Who… are you?” Saerun laughed again. Edan glanced behind himself to see the absolute fury on her face, and briefly spread his wings to block her way. Taking the hint, the skydancer calmed herself. Her expression was neutral when she approached, and he stepped out of her way. “S-Saerun?” the groggy male asked, voice peaking in disbelief. Saerun responded by kicking him in the face. Judging by the resulting crack and horrific yelp, it was enough to break something. “Veldr,” she snarled, with a rage beyond anything Edan had seen from her before. “He sent you after me, of all people?” The pearlcatcher wasn’t in any state state for responding, writing in agony and struggling against his bindings in an effort to shield his face. The skydancer let out a frustrated yell and reared back again, preparing for another kick. “Hey! Hey,” Edan rushed to grab her shoulder, pulling her back. “You’re not going to get anything from him if you break his jaw. Calm down. Please.” Saerun nodded and stood straight, shutting her eyes for a moment and taking a few slow breaths. Her hand clenched into a fist as she looked back down at the male and waited. “Not you. He didn’t think you were alive,” he finally hissed through bloodied teeth. “He wants his son, Saerun.” “And of course, you were going to come and deliver him to him,” Saerun scoffed, each word dripping with venom. “Always his good little lapdog, aren’t you?” “I have to listen,” the pearlcatcher shouted back. “He’ll punish me if I don’t! You know that!” “Oh, poor you,” Saerun mocked. “Oh, he might be mean to you! He might yell at you! Do you have any idea what he did to me? To Ciron’s mother?” “I - ” “No. Veldr. I know you do,” Saerun interrupted. Her voice cracked, though the fury stayed clear on her face. “And you never did anything until you decided I was of some worth to you. It was never because you had any shred of decency as a person. You only cared about your property.” “I couldn’t go with you! I never had a chance to slip away!” “You’re lying!” Saerun barely held herself back that time, visibly shaking. “You know I can tell! What made you change your mind? If you try to lie to me again I swear I’ll -” “I got scared!” Veldr shouted. “I was too afraid of being caught! I’m sorry, Saerun!” “You’re… pathetic,” Saerun replied, still shaking with emotion. “You useless, selfish piece of -” “I know,” he replied, fighting back tears. “I know I am. And I’m so sorry. I’ll do anything to make it up to you.” “Wh-” Saerun paused, her antennae twitching. “Why in the gods names should I give you a chance?” “Because I still love you, I want to make things right,” he pleaded. “I…” Saerun stammered, clearly taken aback. Then a look of absolute disgust took over. “And I hate you, you absolute idiot. What we had was a business exchange, and you couldn’t even keep your end of the bargain! What can you possibly do to make anything up to me? Regrow my arm? Undo a lifetime of abuse and pain that you stood by and watched? The best thing you could do for me now is drop dead on the goddamned spot!” Veldr made a noise that was more pained than when he’d been kicked in the face, and Saerun turned and hurried to the ladder outside, motioning for Edan to follow before climbing out. He didn’t follow right away, still a bit too blindsided by the scene to react. By the time he did, he found her seated on the ground outside, wings wrapped around her legs. She wiped a tear from her eye. “Are you… going to be alright?” Edan asked hesitantly, unsure of just what to say. “Yeah,” she sighed, forcing a frail smile on her face as she turned to meet the mirror’s gaze. “I never thought I’d actually have the chance to yell at him. I just… gods.” Edan quietly moved to sit near her. “He wasn’t lying about wanting to help… or about caring about me,” she said bitterly, bowing her head. “I wish he was. It would make this a lot easier.” “What do you want me to do?” Edan asked, trying to keep his tone gentle. “I… can we just leave him like that for tonight?” she asked, glancing at the trapdoor. “I need some time to think… and we can see if he still means it by tomorrow, with everything I said.” “Well,” Edan paused, considering the state of the pearlcatcher now locked in his cellar. “…It’s not like he’ll be able to get out of there.” “Yeah,” Saerun let out another sigh, standing with some difficulty and nodding to the mirror. “Thank you… for working with me on this. I need to go talk to Rorin, I think. And Ciron. They both need know about this.” Edan nodded, remaining seated until the skydancer had made her way into the house. Then he stood, pacing and scanning the area as he tried to work off his own nerves. Gods, what a mess.