#strife ii (oc)

[stupidityis4ever]

more of the Bonesaw. i could not think of any more ideas sorry. image on the left is a sneak peek! how nice ! thanks for 20 tumblr followers i love you all ! !! //p

[vacantgodling]

OC KISS WEEK 2025 DAY 3: STOLEN

In which  King Ricaud is thoroughly caught off guard by the newest member of his council.

characters: King Ricaud of Concordia (currently 30, cis he/him) & Duke Calohan II of the House of Belverat (26, cis he/him)

contains: polyamory, fade to black/implied sex, having a crush, potential political blunders, you ever see a guy so pretty you forgor how to talk? yeah.

King Ricaud never enjoyed council days. They persisted bi-monthly, whether he was not out on some journey to another kingdom to break bread in their jousts or festivals aplenty—or when he was simply preoccupied and would really rather not. But still—duty was duty, even if to an ungrateful, spoiled lot. There were many of the council who still believed that his father, the late and laid forcibly to rest, King Escowain Orcanes, should still wield the throne. Nevermind that even as kings went, he was a man rife with incompetence; one who made promises that he not only had no intention of keeping, but that he simply couldn’t. He could say all the right things; he knew the song and dance, but he could not forge it into fruition. The council loved it. They could engage in petty squabbles amongs thtemselves; proverbial, and sometimes literal (Ricaud would, unfortunately, never be able to unsee the Duke of Engren’s manhood whipped out in the middle of a meeting) cock measuring contests of who hoarded the most abundance. They played with their serfs and soldiers like a child played with dolls; never mind the implications of the human lives at stake for it. And this was why Ricaud hated the them. He was truly more of a lover than a fighter, but how could he not fight when these old men and women of genteel birth that had never taken life with their own hands? Who had never gone a day hungry, nor a night cold? Who had their wealth and orchards to insulate them against the strifes of a bleak, miserable mortal life; a life that Ricaud never knew even as the prince of this great and terrible nation until he was crowned king of it—and yet even then he dealt with their grief. These same bureaucrats who would treat their children such that he was treated—all for the chance to line their own pockets. 

But if there was one thing that he would always do, irregardless of his personal annoyances, was find each and every reason to show up the council who still, after all these years, hated him. With each meeting, he made it his mission to quell calls to restore the “Glorious Concordian Empire.” He would turn this kingdom away from its violent past, even if he were to steer it alone. The people who lived in the streets depended upon it. He would restructure their internal systems to prioritize peace and the people. He would remind every nation that looked upon their land what concord meant: harmony; something long forgotten by every ruler since Queen Nise of the House of Dawnbran. But it seemed so unfortunate that no one but his closest confidants shared this vision. The council, lined with old gentry of every gender and persuasion, would rather dwell on thier imagined vision of a glorious past. Yet, dwelling on the past—nevermind if it was one of glory or pain—was how Concordia had gotten into the precarious situation that it had long persisted in before he came to rule: one of strife, famine, and war.

This was the uphill battle Ricaud fought, bi-monthly, since his coronation. And he presumed that it would persist that way, until he finally croaked. Perhaps he too would become a blip in the records of history—a king who fought for much yet gained so little. But even if in his lifetime he could keep them from war, then he would consider it a grand achievement. Thankless and threadbare work, it reminded him why he never wished to be king—yet as it was his lot in life, he would do it. And things persisted. At least, until, last summer.

Last summer was the first grand funeral that Ricaud had been slotted to attend; the funeral of the first of the Grand Chancellor’s of the Royal Council to pass to the other side: Duke Calohan I of the House of Belverat. He was the oldest, and least wise (in Hyhfrit’s “humble” opinion, Ricaud tried to refrain from making comment) of all the council members, nearing 100 years old at the time of his death. As a king should, Ricaud spoke a few words—mellow and somber, but still accepted by the people of doing his due diligence. But what truly concerned him, was who the House of Belverat would send to the Royal Council as his replacement. If it were another duke such as he, who scoffed at progress, and spent most of his speaking time rambling inanely about the Glorious Empire… then Ricaud would be in for a lifelong headache. 

However, that was not what he got, when he was introduced to Duke Calohan II, son of Calohan I, and the only heir of the House of Belverat. 

In fact, Ricaud wasn’t quite sure what to make of the young noble at all. 

At least, not at first.

He was the first young soul among the Council’s ranks, younger than Ricaud even, by four winters. His sharp midnight locks were cut precisely in such a way to frame his elegant jaw, and scant tendrils of hair at the back that the young lord deemed acceptable to grow longer, trailed like tailcoats behind him as he briskly walked up and down the royal halls. He was delicately unapproachable—Ricaud didn’t quite know why he thought that the noble was delicate, he certainly wasn’t… was he? Ricaud had spent the past two bi-monthly meetings staring quite intently at Duke Calohan II’s fingers. Pale brown they were, almost like a sandy ash, as well as long and limber—an instrument player, perhaps he was. And Ricaud caught himself wondering, one meeting, as the young duke was finally granted an opportune moment to speak, what else those hands may be capable of.

That day, Ricaud was thusly shaken out of his distracted stupor when sharp violet eyes met his, beneath dark lashes and a golden-rimmed monocle, met his gaze head on. There was an inquisition in the Duke’s gaze, even as he kept addressing the room, even as he spoke of, honestly, a brilliant plan to convert some of the downtrodden, barren castles of old into school houses of trade for the people. There was a grumble within the ranks of the Council, how could they reuse such artifacts for the purpose of tending to the poor—but the rumblings all fell to a hush when King Ricaud held up a hand. 

“Please, Duke Calohan,” Ricaud gestured with that same hand to the Duke who was still giving him that calculating stare. “Go on.” 

After that meeting, Ricaud understood.

The Duke was attractive, of course. He was talented and sharp witted, bred and primed well for taking on this important position. But his calculated aloofness before and after meetings—how he could easily skirt the women of the council that sought wiles from him, and tongue tie the men who scorned his ideas because of his youth. The sharp slant of his cunning eyes. The way that he knew Ricaud was looking at him whenever he had the floor to speak, and never let his gaze fall from Ricaud’s as he spoke—seeming to be both a challenge and an invitation… 

It was… enticing. 

Ricaud wanted him. 

He knew how awful it was, politically, to entangle himself with a member of his Royal Council. But with each meeting, whenever Calohan spoke; of opening orphanages, of electing a council, of make similar to this current forum that the people had vested interest in, of peace offerings and treaties that so aligned with Ricaud’s vision… He was tantalized, curious, and wary, all at once.

It was a matter that he did not take lightly; and as such Ricaud took it to his two closest consults: Arkmagi Hyhfrit, for the political lens, and Sir Gleriath, for the personal. Hyhfrit was wise beyond the feeble stretches of  human comprehension, and Ricaud’s tutor in every sense of the word. They had seen the rise and fall of kingdoms aplenty—and when they sensed no ill-intent from the newest addition to the Royal Council, that was when Ricaud turned to Gleriath for the intimate. His lover, and closest friend only rolled his eyes (fondly) at him, when he bemoaned the duke’s handsome visage and uncanny ability to nail every talking point that was close to his heart.

“What would you have me say, my lord?” Gleriath asked, arms crossed over his bare, sweat-sheened chest, and just recently claimed to languid doclity. Worst of all, utterly bemused at his king’s expense, in the king’s own bed no less! Ricaud, as it were, was strewn across the mattress, sheets in disarray and barely covering his nude form. He groaned into the pillow that bracketed his face. “Tell me that I am stupid for considering it.”

“You are a fool,” Gleriath agreed readily. Ricaud propped himself up from the pillow, only to give him a playful, withering look. “An honest, brave, and loving one. But a fool no less.” Gleriath smiled at him and that only somewhat made up for the offense. Ricaud told him so, and his knight laughed. 

“I have made up my mind that I shall not approach him.” Ricaud sighed aloud when Gleriath’s laughter died. “Hyhfrit perhaps already knew why I was asking when I sought their counsel, and they would perhaps turn me into a squirrel if only to skin me alive, should I bed the duke.” 

“But he is handsome.” Gleriath egged on.

“Terribly.” Ricaud dropped his head back into the pillow. Muffled, he continued, “But a member of my Council no less. There is not even a guarantee that he would care for me in such a way.”

“My lord, I think you could charm a snake from it’s skin.” Gleriath said bluntly. “But they shed them anyway.” Ricaud mumbled, mostly to himself. 

“They’d shed them before they ought to, if only you asked it of them.” Gleriath nudged Ricaud with his foot. The king did not move. Gleriath let out a sigh. “For your own sake, I should suggest to keep an open mind. I do not know one who would so brazenly hold the king’s gaze, if t’were not of the desire of him.” Ricaud pulled his head up from the pillow once more to meet Gleriath’s eyes, and unsurprisingly, his knight’s gaze did not falter. In fact, it dropped appreciatively down the planes of his hairy chest, a warmth like desire alighting his fair eyes darker. 

“You desire me again, Sir Gleriath?” Ricaud could perhaps ease his mind away from the distracting duke with a familiar indulgence. Gleriath only had to bite his own lip for Ricaud to tuck the thoughts into the back of his mind; much in favor of ravishing Gleriath instead.

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But even that temporary bliss was not enough to distract King Ricaud forever. His restless thoughts drew him back to the council room, on one of its off days, simply to try and work out some semblance of sensibility regarding it. He knew himself well enough to know that there perhaps wouldn’t be a way to truly avoid his own… pleasantries. He was a flirt, he knew. It was worse when it was reciprocal. And while he hadn’t talked much to the young duke outside of meetings, he knew it would perhaps be only a matter of time before he did—and then what? What if his flirtation was received well? He really was quite terrified of being a naked squirrel, thank you very much! And as he pondered, pacing back and forth restlessly in front of his own grand seat, he failed to notice the door to the council hall open, nor for the object of his current fixation, to enter the room. 

“I did not realize you would be here, Your Highness.” Duke Calohan II of the House of Belverat said aloud. King Ricaud would deny to any and all witnesses the startled noise that came out of his mouth, even on pain of execution. After a moment, as the king realized who was with him, he grabbed hold of his remarkably plain lenin shirt and let out a sigh of relief.

“Gardens, you gave me a fright, Duke Calohan!” For what it was worth, the Duke let out a soft chuckle, disguised as a cough behind his hand, Ricaud heard it clear as daybells. “Though, I should say the same to you. There isn’t a meeting today.” He said after a moment.

“Of course not. It should be in a fortnight, if I am not mistaken.” Calohan was giving him a strange smile. Ricaud traced it with his eyes. Shamelessly, even to his own faculties. “Yes. A fortnight.” Ricaud had no true idea. He was ensnared in the magnetism of the duke’s gaze again; even more so as the duke set down a bundle of scrolls on the long table at the centre of the room, then began the small trek from the entrance whence he came, to where Ricaud stood at the front of the room. The duke stopped until he was directly toe to toe with the king—a closeness that was reserved for any of Ricaud’s various lovers, a threshold never breeched by a council member, until now. Up close, Ricaud could see that Calohan was wearing a sort of smudging around his eyes that brightened them to the untrained eye, and it was nearly as mesmerizing as seeing him this closely—enough to study him. There was a beat where neither of them said anything, then Calohan finally pulled back—only just—with laughter dancing on his lips like the twittering of little songbirds.

“You are far too straight forward, Your Highness.” 

Ricaud cocked his head. “In what way?”

“The council meeting is tomorrow.” Calohan shook his head, still amused. Ricaud found that he couldn’t even mind if bemusment looked that sweet. “Do you think I would travel all the way from Belverat for my health?” 

“I… Suppose that’s true.” Ricaud stammered. His honesty would be the death of him, but somehow Ricaud didn’t mind such a death if it was at the hands of someone who’s eyes shimmered like amethysts when they smiled. Duke Calohan breeched the threshold once more by leaning back in, steadying himself with a hand planted purposefully onto King Ricaud’s chest. The touch sent lightning up and down Ricaud’s skin, raising goosebumps and standing his hairs on end all at once; alert and honed into the duke’s presence like a bloodhound on a fox.

“Have you ever been to Belverat?” Calohan purred. Ricaud was going to combust. “Not… since I was crowned.” Ricaud cleared his throat. “But, I remember it was quite lovely. If far—quite far… actually.” The gears in the king’s head were slowly beginning to turn. “Actually, for these meetings is it not a hassle to travel such length? Would it not be easier for you to take up residence in the capital?” 

“I was intrigued by such an option.” Calohan’s hand, bless it, trailed from Ricaud’s chest to the buckles of his trousers. He stepped closer into Ricaud’s space if possible. “Would Your Highness happen to know of such empty properties that I could settle my house into?” 

His house. Oh, that sucked the wind slightly from Ricaud’s sails—it was likely that Duke Calohan II was married, wasn’t it? Most nobles of their age were long married—and it was a topic that circled again and again throughout most council meetings; Ricaud’s lack of bride, and more importantly, lack of heirs. Curiously, Calohan was one of the few who circled back to the topics at hand whenever it was brought up, and Ricaud did find that he was quietly grateful for the intervention. But that did not mean that it meant what Ricaud’s torturous heart and loins hoped it meant. 

But ever observant, Calohan seemed to pick up on Ricaud’s suddenly shift in mood. When he pressed closer ever still, until Ricaud met his gaze again—what the king saw there was a concentrated inferno of lust that blew the air straight from his lungs. His surprise at the sudden determination, gave Calohan enough leeway to slink his other hand up to cradle itself against Ricaud’s jaw, and then use it to tug him forward until they were kissing; so thoroughly that when they pulled back, Ricaud was quite positive that Calohan stole all the thoughts out of his head with him.

“I… Believe I may have a few ideas.” Ricaud finally said, breathlessly. It was worth it to see Calohan’s cheshire smile spread across his face again. 

“And I look forward to hearing them, Your Highness.” Calohan stepped back and Ricaud found himself reaching after him, wanting to pull him back to further understand what barriers they’d suddenly thrust themselves over. But nimble as a thief, Calohan slipped out of his grasp, flouncing back to the back-room entrance of the council hall where he’d originally entered. When he looked at Ricaud again, who was still rightfully slack-jawed, he winked. “A pleasure to finally make your acquaintance properly.” And with that, Calohan slipped out of the door, letting it fall shut behind him.

Ricaud touched his hand to his lips.

“A pleasure, indeed.”

[mrfancyfoot]

Plots & Prosody: Prompts

Raphael x Evie (f!OC)

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- Bite of Cold -

"Just because Raphael must dispose of the many enemies standing between him and his rule of the Hells doesn’t mean he needs to be wasteful.

Or: Raphael presents Evie with some nice, new hides of his enemies furs to fight off the chill of winter that has come to Baldur’s Gate."

Prompt: Warming the Chill

Happy Solstice! I’ve been ill (again) and wanted to write something warm and seasonal between some other stuff.  This installment swings kinda wildly from dark power fantasy to cute fluff to dark/very suggestive romance. :)

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Rating: M / NSFW Word Count: ~2k Timeline: Plots & Prosody, Part II - Canon Tags: POV Raphael; Evie (She/Her Pronouns Used; Has Fox Features); Hellhounds; Dark Romance; Fluff; Indulgent Schmoop; Date Night; Story Time; ❄️ Seasonal Gift Giving 🎁; Raphael’s Theatrics; Raphael Has a Praise Kink if You Look Close; Raphael's Thinly Disguised Size Kink; Devil is Smitten; Only Soft For Her; Devil Courtship Warnings: Violence & Gore (Skinning an Animal); Murder; Possessive Raphael; Voyeurism; Highly Suggestive Sexual Content (Referenced PiV and Oral - No Sex "On Screen," but Raphael's gratuitous in his language)

Main Fic (Rated E/Varied): AO3 + Tumblr | Master List (contains related prompts)

[Quick Context: After being isekai'd by the nautiloid, Evie spends most of Plots & Prosody Part I (Game Events) “befriending the devil,” yet denying him her soul.  Once things settle after game events, Evie goes about her new life kick-starting her business and re-inventing modern-day things. As somewhat of a demi-ro cinnamon bun, she remains oblivious to Raphael's attempts at courting her and chalks many of his more questionable behaviors up to cultural differences.]

Part of my devil courtship series.

❤️ Thanks for reading! :3 ❤️

It wasn’t often that he fouled his own claws with the mind-numbing task of dispatching pitiful devils but a pair in particular had caught his eye as they skulked about through the shadows, searching for weaknesses and information among his forces to take back to their master.

Winter was blanketing the City of Baldur’s Gate and through the strife and ruinnous magics, a brutal cold had descended upon it.  He recalled the frequent shivers and complaints of the chill from his little fox. Until it was safe to do so with Avernus fully under his reign, he could not move her more permanently into the heat of his home and embrace.

But…

Being a provider of warmth in another manner was the next best option as he continued to woo her.

“You should feel honored.  Your pathetic hide shall now grace another - a gift for the future Archduchess!”

Snapping jaws and sharp claws were no match for him.

He admired the dense, rippling fur of the hellhound within his grip, its toothy maw wide and long tongue lolling about in a manner belying more life than its owner.  Its brethren lie broken and motionless at his feet.

With a surgically careful claw, he sliced and rent the hides from pungent, bloody flesh, uncaring of what became of the mass of slaughtered carcasses dropped to the dirt.  Thrilling, though, it may have been, to skin them alive and shrieking, he decided against chancing anything less than perfect for his gift through their struggles.  Raphael now thought only of how best he should present them to her.

The only challenge due him in this battle had been in avoiding unduly marring the hounds as he struck them down.  A successful endeavor for the hunter!

He had his spoils delivered to a skilled furrier.  After three days' time, he paid them a visit to inspect and collect the final products.

What awaited him were two glossy, soft pelts of midnight black fashioned into a pair of blankets and a scarf that retained their hellish heat and would repel even the harshest of winter chills.

He ran a hand over the finished furs.

Magnificent.

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Wishing to bypass the tedium of being made to wait in her receiving room by her housekeeper, yet still invoke that mystique of a courtly suitor, he arrived, instead, just beyond her balcony doors.  With the curtains drawn open, he was able to silently spy inside her bedroom.

Evie was seated at her vanity readying herself with her back to him.  For their evening out, she had donned a conservative, green, velvet dress and blackened, sheer stockings.  The sash around her slender waist was bowed above the dense fur of her tail, the tip of which swayed just above the floor.  Her fingers worked quickly to thread strands of curling auburn hair into a braid, pinning it behind her ear with a matching bow.  

She did like her pretty collection of hair bows and clips and combs.  

They lent to the air of flirtatiously chaste innocence that he knew merely guised the seductive vixen beneath.  He would look forward to peeling away the layers like gift wrap to reveal the pale flesh beneath later.

Now, as practiced…

He rapped sharply on the glass causing her to whip around in surprise.  The fox lept from her stool and rounded her bed, unlocking the bolt and twisting one of the knobs to push open the door.

She looked up at him with a bright smile and waggle of her tail.  “Hi, there!  Come in, come in.”

“Good evening, my dear,” he returned as he took the door from her and closed out the chill behind himself as he entered her room.  

“A bit early today, yeah?” she teased as she returned to her vanity and prised open a small tin.  “I was just finishing up, though.”  Her finger rubbed a balm into her lips.

A quiet sound directed his attention to an odd contraption sat upon her bedside table that hadn’t been there when he visited the prior tenday.  A large glass container was filled with gently gurgling water and misting it into the room at intervals.  “A new apparatus of yours?”

“A humidifier!” she exclaimed with pride.  “My skin’s gotten so dry with the cold, and I picked up a bit of a morning cough from the dry night air.  It’s helped quite a bit!  Keeps the plants happy, too.  Since I don’t have a giant pool in my bedroom and all.”

He smiled at the ribbing but frowned as another thought occurred to him.  Avernus was inhospitably dry and his pool of restoration served multiple purposes to create comfort within his home, but her bedroom provided there was isolated from it.  His hospitality could not be found wanting by his intended.

“It is a clever thing.  Next you visit my House, let us devise a solution for your quarters.”  Though he could merely provide himself, he did love listening to the unique ways her mind worked.  And allowing her to aid in such decisions bonded her closer to all that would soon be hers.

“It is pretty dry there, too.  I can just make another,” she shrugged.

“I believe we can do better for a more permanent fixture.”  He regathered himself and straightened.  “But that is a distraction for another time - I did arrive early for a reason.”

“Oh?”  Evie canted her head, curiosity piqued.

With a grin, Raphael strode to stand in front of her fireplace, closing her curtains with a snap to set the desired atmosphere.

He heard her quiet gasp, “Story time!”  She picked up her vanity stool and moved it closer to watch raptly.

“As the Avernal sun cast shadows about the desolate land, sneaking from between the depths of ruddy mountain and cliffside, I did spy a pair that moved,” he began his captivating tale.  “Hellhounds!  Intelligence gatherers working fleet on their feet for Archdevil Zariel.  Monstrous canid devils with coats of blackest pitch and glowing maws that spit and drool fire.”  The fire behind him sparked forth embers with his words and she jumped, her eyes wide.

“I, of course, could not allow such beasts to cross the line of battle and weasel their way around my forces!  Away, I lured them, to an outlying crag, whereupon I descended in ambush from the very shadows through which they moved.”  He dimmed the fire and drew forth a clutch of flaming embers into his fist held up in mimicry of one of the hounds’ flaming mouths.

“Though they howled and thrashed their claws about, neither was any match for my might.  But!  As I fought, I took the utmost care to preserve them whole.”  He dropped the embers from his hand and they fell glowing to the floor as they extinguished.  “My enemies were soon crumpled - dead at my feet with nary a scratch upon them thanks to my diligence.”  Arms spread wide, he dipped into a brief bow to signify the end of his short performance and heard her begin to clap.  He then held a finger aloft to pose his question that halted her applause, “And whyever should I have bothered to expend such effort, you may ask?”

He approached Evie, falling to one knee as he brought forth one of the furs with a flourish.  Her lips parted in shock as he draped it about her shoulders.

Dainty hands rose to clutch and pet along the fur in wonder.

“For you, my dear, to chase away the bite of the harsh winter chill that has befallen this city.”

She looked from him to it, appearing unsure.  “For me?  This is…them?”  Torn on the gift?

Smirking at her form swallowed within the dark fur, he replied, “It is, indeed!  Hellhound hides retain their magical properties to produce heat.”  His hand rose again and the rest appeared neatly folded upon her bed.

“Better than letting them go to waste, I suppose,” Evie reasoned to herself as she eyed them, a means to justify acceptance of the gift.  Silly woman, were animals not routinely hunted for their furs and hides and any other parts deemed of use?  These curs should be honored to be repurposed thusly! She brought the fur to her nose and inhaled contentedly.  “It smells like you.”

Inwardly, he thrilled at her obvious approval.

With the fur cloaked around herself, she stood and walked to the bed.  Standing in front of the other furs, Raphael watched as she pitched forward and planted her face into them.  “So warm!” she crooned happily as she rubbed her cheeks against the furs.  “We should go before I fall asleep like this,” Evie warned.

With reluctance, she stood and shook her head.  Pivoting on her heel, she marched to him and threw her arms wide.

Though he was becoming used to her affectionate mannerisms, her sudden embrace was still unexpected.  But not unwelcome.

“Thank-you for the gift and thinking of me, Raphael,” she said into his chest.

“But seriously, we need to go before I doze off.”

He pushed the pelt down from her head. “Mm, should you look closer, there is a scarf atop that pile, so you may still enjoy it when we step out.”

“A scarf!”  Evie pulled away and bounded back to her bed to properly inspect the others.  She unfurled the hound fur from herself and laid it out on the bed.  Picking up the scarf, it was quickly wound around her neck.  “You thought of everything!”

Brimming over with fiery pride and ego, his eyes followed her as she flitted about her room adding rings to her fingers, a bracelet to her wrist, grabbing this and that to shove into her purse - all the while continuing to be very vocal with her praise.  If they did not soon depart, there would be another reason they would not be leaving this room.

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Raphael tipped his head back and closed his eyes, enjoying the crackle of the fire and the quiet of a city blanketed by snow.

Beneath the warmth of pillowy covers and new furs, the softness of her bared body pressed against his.  He yet felt the phantom touches of her lips upon his neck and the scrape of her claws across his scalp; heard the echoes of her whimpers and cries; tasted her essence on his tongue.

Impatient was he for her to rouse once more.  His hunger and thirst for her had not yet been sated.

This had been an eventful night of dining, music, and coaxing the fox into the lively steps of a dance.  How he had revelled in the surreptitious glances of envy, lustful stares, and covetous glowers that his date drew.  He commanded her attentions; those bright, glittering eyes ever upon him.  Did she know the desires and appetites she stirred within others?  That every giddy shake of her tail, twirl of her skirts, and murmured moan of delight around the fork passing her lips hardened another member, wetted another sheath?

He could hardly restrain himself to wait until they had returned to this room to lay his claim to her body.

Evie slept soundly at his side, ignorant to the growing number that approached him for her favor, for her access - to use and abuse.  Ah, the wicked and craven fantasies that deluged their tiny minds!

His fingers slid absently through the mussed curls of her hair as he mused personally acting on some of the inspiration gleaned.

They would never know the aroused blush of her heaving bosom, the prick of her fangs, nor the pulsing squeeze of her quim. It was his name she called as she writhed impaled.  It was his seed that now painted the walls of her sacred vault and soaked the sheets beneath them.  None but he would know her softness.

For he was a possessive devil.

[snapdragonling]

oc name meaning

tagged by @aceofwonders. tagging anyone else who sees this and hasn't been tagged yet 🧡

Middy Moorhop

Middy - invented

Moorhop - moor meaning "a tract of open upland, typically covered in heather". i thought moor-hop conjured a cute mental image

Imbris Everloft

Imbris - invented

Everloft - mashup of ever and loft, because air genasi

Sabine Amaretti

Sabine - the name of an ancient Italic tribe, unfortunately perhaps best known for the tale of Sabine women being abducted by Rome

Amaretti - a type of Italian almond biscuit, amaro meaning "bitter"

Ciro Eliades Ozymandias

Ciro - Italian iteration of the Persian name Cyrus ("sun") or the Greek name Cyril ("lordly")

Eliades - patronymic from the Biblical name Elias

Ozymandias - Greek name for the Egyptian pharaoh Ramesses II, made famous by Shelley's poem of the same name

Cian

Cian - Gaelic name meaning "enduring one" or "ancient"

Elodie Callaghan

Elodie - French name meaning "foreign riches"

Callaghan - from the Old Irish ceallach, meaning "contention" or "strife"

[miladydewintcr]

Prompt Page

Hello!! And welcome <3 This page is set-up with Thedas Weekend in mind, and my intention is for it to be a fairly static prompt list. I make no promises, but generally speaking this is the stuff I either Will Not tire of writing any-time soon, or really really want to practice!!

If you're here for the DA Drunk Writing Circle, you can find my prompt page for that here. Because the writing period over there is much shorter, that prompt page is a bit more Subject To Whimsy (i.e. I change it up frequently, depending on my mood that day)

Currently I'm working on a long-fic about Ghilan'nain and Andruil, and I'd love to practice writing just, like, all the Elven gods for it. Please feel free to suggest any one/two/three/whatever of them along with one of the prompts in this tag. I mostly want to practice squashing them together in various combos and seeing what happens tbh.

Other than that, my OCs & also any other ships I'm always happy to write for are below!! I tend to bounce between which one(s) I'm in the mood for, but it always circles back around in the end so don't panic if you send a prompt and it takes me a little while to get to it.

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Kiss and Tell

Kiss prompts

Rivals (to lovers?) sentence starters

Origins:

My OCs: Eleri Tabris, Evangelina Cousland, Neria Surana

Ships: Zevran/Eleri (canon); Evangelina/Nathaniel (canon); Neria/Leliana (canon); Eleri/Loghain; Eleri/Anora; Evangelina/Anora; Neria/Zevran Anora/Cauthrien; Sigrun/Velanna; Leliana/Morrigan

II:

My OCs: Coralie Hawke

Ships: Coralie/Anders (canon); Coralie/Justice (canon); Coralie/Anders/Justice (canon); Coralie/Fenris (these 2 dated for a minute in my canon but ultimately parted as friends); Coralie/Isabela Carver/Merrill; Isabela/Fenris; Bethany/Fenris

Inquisition:

My OCs: Hissera Imekari Adaar

Ships: Hissera/Josephine (canon) Sera/Dagna; Sera/Maryden; Leliana/Cassandra; Josephine/Blackwall; Josephine/Cassandra

Veilguard:

My OCs: Viveka Ingellvar

Ships: Viveka/Bellara (canon) Bellara/Irelin; Taash/Harding; Neve/Davrin; Emmrich/Strife; Evka/Antoine; Myrna/Vorgoth; Isabela/Seer Rowan

Other:

Any combo of Maric/Rowan/Loghain/Katriel from The Stolen Throne

Eleri & Evangelina have an Inquisition AU that I'd love to explore more!!

OC Info

I'll link some actual bios up above once I've actually finished getting them all sorted but!! Briefly!!

Eleri Tabris: duelist rogue. Has absolutely 0 patience for nobles, but all the time in the world for upset children. Spends the whole of Origins making Alistair so stressed by threatening to murder every influential person they meet, then proceeds to spare the 1 singular noble he'd actually love for her to kill.

Neria Surana: spirit healer mage. Sheltered bookworm who is caught SO off-guard by everything that happens in Origins, but tries her very best to be a hero. Leliana is initially intrigued by her perceived innocence and her joy at experiencing new things out in the world, and then gradually watches her gain her confidence and become the sort of figure she's read about in her history-books. And ofc they fall in love along the way ^_^

Evangelina Cousland: champion warrior. Evangelina has an AU where she's the HoF, but my main verse for her has her recruited by Eleri during Awakening. Her dream is to be Arlessa of Amaranthine and live at Vigil's Keep. She marries Thomas Howe young, the marriage is not a happy one, and when the Queen gifts Vigil's Keep to the Wardens, Evangelina is like "well I am not leaving :/" and does the Joining instead. She's had a crush on Nathaniel since she was 16. She will deny this, literally up to their wedding day.

Coralie Hawke: purple force mage. Coralie is constantly trying to hold everything together and it all just slips through her fingers like sand :') She just needs her family to stay together, and her friends to stay together, and everyone to just be happy please omg. I did eventually take pity on her and give her a happy ending. Post-DAI, she moves to Rivain with Anders & Justice, and they raise their 3 kids there.

Hissera Imekari Adaar: necromancy mage. Hissera is thrust into the role of Herald and, later, Inquisitor. She's naive, entirely too trusting, and if it wasn't for her friends rushing in to help she would've accidentally started 1000 diplomatic emergencies. She's happiest knee-deep in the dirt collecting plants to study. Terrible people-pleaser, will do anything for anybody with No second-thoughts, unless one of her friends is around to stop her.

Viveka Ingellvar: death-caller mage. Viveka collects mentor figures, and tbh can easily be swayed by anybody if they just compliment her. She realised she was in love with Bellara during Emmrich's recruitment mission. Their relationship is built on patience and trust, and on enabling each-other's chaotic schemes.

[brokeniisms]

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'Do you see a real person, or just, a lie?' -- This is an independent, and semi-selective blog for Cloud Strife. I take a lot of inspiration from the game but have crafted my own backstory to Cloud that heavily ties into the reasoning of his character traits.

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↓ Guidelines ↓

My portrayal of Cloud is based on my headcanons with insp from their original content.

Blog is not spoiler free so I will be tagging spoilers, rebirth spoilers ♥

My activity mostly depends on my health conditions(GERD & IBS) and the fact I am dealing with job hunting. This will be the main reasons if I am every slow/ever go a bit MIA. But if I ever go on break I will make a post about it.

I am a semi-selective blog and mutuals only! I am OC friendly.

I do have a discord! You may ask for it if we are mutuals and if you want to plot and what not and of course just chat ooc.

TRIGGERS, PLEASE TAG - TW: GORE, TW: SPIDERS, TW: BUTTERFLY, TW: ZOMBIES !!

About mun: Jupiter. Pronouns: she/her. Timezone: EST!

ALSO, I want to make a statement that is blog will not tolerate ship hate. This has been an ongoing thing for vii but I will not be a part of it. Ship freely, and respect others. Okay? Thank you c:

↓ Rest of rules in full detail BELOW ↓ 

✶ FIRST AND FOREMOSTS ✶

I. This is a mutuals blog only, please respect that.

II. I  deal with something called GERD, which is Gastroesophageal reflux disease, and IBS, which is Irritable bowel syndrome. It is a big reason, along with anxiety/depression that sometimes makes it hard for me to focus a lot and if I suddenly have low activity that is a big reason why. I'll do my best to not complain about it a lot ooc cause I do not wish to bother ppl with it, but it's just a heads up.

III. Please note that the mun is going through the job hunt process so sometimes I may be active for a while but then I may disappear for a bit, causing me to take some time with replies. Please understand♥

✶ IMPORTANT NOTES ✶

IV. Please, no godmodding my characters! Thank you ♥

V. I have a discord! If we are mutuals feel free to ask for it to plot and whatnot!

VI. SEMI-SELECTIVE BLOG. If I do not rp/follow with you, please do not take offence. Sometimes I may not because I don't see a way for our muses interacting/I may not know character too well sorry :x 

VII. I am open to AU’s and rping with OC’s! If you are an OC though, it would be nice if you would have an about page. Just so I can get the feeling of your character. Or, just make sure to tell me about your character if you wish to RP with me c:

VIII. When it comes to rping with characters from the same fandom, I roleplay the way I believe they would act with this person based on my idea of their relationship. This does not mean I am forcing you to automatically like/act the same way toward them. It’s just the way I believe they would act towards him/her.

✶ TAGGING & WRITING ✶

IX. I am open to any type of threads except extreme gore. Action is fine, and talk of blood is as well but if it goes into great detail I can not handle it. I am very sensitive about it, sorry.

X. If you ever reply to one of my asks, I prefer it if you put it in a separate post c:

XI. Please!!! tag these things if you post them because I am very sensitive: TW: GORE, TW: SPIDERS, TW: BUTTERFLY,  TW: ZOMBIES

XII. While rping Cloud, I have my own headcannons about him.. You do not have to agree with them but please respect them. I also wanna give a shoutout to my one friend who has helped me develop so many of my headcanons. She a real one♥

✶ SHIPPING ✶

XIII. I am open to having relationships built with my muse but please do not force it on me. I’m not trying to be mean, and it does not mean I do not like you. I just believe that our characters need to get to know each-other and develop their relationship. Again, don’t take offence if my muse does not get along with yours.

✶ OTHER ✶

XIV. If you are curious and may think you know me hah, here are my other blogs I used to rp my muses on: Noctis, Yuri, Alm, Aladdin, Cloud, and others but.. So long ago lol.

XV. I will not interact with muses from the following fandoms: fruit basket, anything fully associated with FULL ON horror.. If you are a multi muse and happen to have characters from these fandoms that’s fine, as long as you have others I can interact with.

✶ NSFW ✶

XVI. Mun is of age. Cloud is as well and nsfw may be present on the blog. This can go from headcanons written about them or rp threads. I will not do nsfw with minors. PLEASE do not lie about your age.

XVII. There will be dark themes on this blog due to Cloud’s story and past.

XVIII. I always tag topics like, suicide, abuse, self hate, depression, blood. The way I tag triggers is tw: word. Or word // If you want me to add any/if I forget to tag something, LET ME KNOW♥

XIX. What will NOT be present on this blog ever is, rape, incest, pedophillia, racism, homophobia, transphobia, sexism. (I’m running blank but these seem like the obvious, will add to it if I think of any.)

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[kriegborderlands-moved]

OC MASTERPOST

feel free to ask about any of them whenever!! to be updated whenever i update it

Destiny

vengeance-18 (hunter exo)

lachisyx/lachysix (lightbearer hive wizard turned warlock)

victory-5 (titan exo)

optix (vengeance-18’s ghost)

snapdragon (victory-5’s ghost)

acheron (lachisyx’s ghost)

eridae (oc x canon guy)

Borderlands

ka-BOOM (not her real name)

morgan (not their real name)

snake eyes

strife i

strife ii

jackpot

hackpot

Tf

tailspin (maximal, raccoon alt mode)

gizmo (neutral)

[name pending] (predacon, blue tongued skink alt mode)

the stuff for my original stories is under the cut :)

Uncategorized

brayden “stuntman” grace

axe

spades

debt collector (cooler than he sounds)

Original robot story

sleek

enj

medi

nosfera-2

belial

lucinda-v3

Mortem Amplexus (original universe)

azrael adamantine

avarice

anu

the serpent

sandalphon

[ofduskanddreams]

Trust In My Hate: an Azris /Captive Prince Crossover

I likely won't start truly writing this fic until after What Lies Inside is completed, but I've been having a lot of fun planning, worldbuilding and outlining so I thought I would share some of it (but please note that the content of this post is subject to change, nothing’s final just yet.)

If you aren't familiar with the series, it's the Captive Prince Trilogy by C.S Pacat. [link to Penguin's page for the series here.]

I'm not calling this an AU because I'm not transplanting Azris to the Captive Prince (CaPri) world, nor am I transplanting the CaPri plot into ACOTAR. The world where the fic is set is inspired by both the CaPri and ACOTAR, as you can clearly see in the map below. The characters are maybe 60% ACOTAR, 25% OC, 15% CaPri. The plot is like 60% CaPri, 20% post-canon ACOTAR, 20% original. I essentially threw everything I liked into a blender and made something new.

Find the map and the fic's prologue below the cut! [new map and updated prologue as of 2/22]

Map:

I recommend clicking on the map to view it at a higher resolution.

Prologue:

This will explain the map, I promise.

Excerpts from the Illyrian Chronicle, compiled by Gaspar Kasos for his majesty King Gabriel in the year 207 AL (after liberation.) Long ago, the great Island of Prythian was divided into eight kingdoms. The Kingdom of Andr in the far north, and a coalition of seven kingdoms known collectively as the Courts. There were four seasonal Courts: Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter; and three solar Courts known as Dawn, Day, and Night. Five centuries ago, Cornelius II, then the ruler of the Autumn Court, began a campaign of expansion. By the time his great-great-grandson Timothy IV took the throne, the Autumn Court’s power had consumed the other three seasonal Courts. Timothy did not think Andr, that rocky formidable land, worth the resources necessary to claim it and thus turned his gaze to the south.

In response to the growing threat from the north, Dawn allied with Day. Both would remain neutral in the initial conflicts to come which distanced them from the Night Court who stood fixedly against Autumn’s actions. 

Not long after this coalition was formed, a rebellion broke out in Night. For centuries the Night Court’s rulers had oppressed the Illyrian people within their borders, forcing them to live in desolate camps and serve in their armies. Under the leadership of the warrior Enalius, the Illyrians were able to break away from the Night’s oppression. During the revolution they conquered half of Night, establishing the great Kingdom of Illyria as it stands today. 

Though Dawn and Day remained neutral for decades, it would not last. On the Winter Solstice in 57 AL, Autumn spies massacred Dawn's royal line in its entirety, prompting Night to join the Southern Coalition with Day to stand against Autumn and aid in governing Dawn's rulerless territory on the border. 

Thirty-seven years ago the newly crowned King Rholand of Night and King Gabriel of Illyria met on the border at Mount Ramiel to discuss a tentative peace, marking the end of over a century and a half of strife between their lands. Rholand offered Illyria a public apology for Night’s persecution of their people, as well as a generous peace treaty and trade agreement that leaned heavily in Illyria’s favor. It was at this summit when Illyria formally joined the alliance against Autumn and the allied Southern Kingdoms as we know them were formed. The final offering on that celebrated day however, was made by no kingdom but by King Rholand's younger sister.

The Lady Elyssa of Night surprised all of those gathered by offering King Gabriel her hand in marriage, arguing that there would be no better demonstration of this new, peaceful relationship between their kingdoms than joining their houses by blood. Impressed by her eloquence and resolve, and after discussing the terms with Rholand, Gabriel accepted the proposal and the two were wed the following sunset at the grand temple in Illyria’s capital, Ios. 

The three southern rulers of Prythian ensured that their sons and heirs—the Princes Azrelios of Illyria, Rhysand of Night, and Lucien of Day—grew up paying frequent visits between their lands to bolster the trio’s camaraderie. The rulers’ forethought was well rewarded when a brutal battle broke out at Marlas in the borderlands at the eve of this current decade. 

The three young, then untested heirs valiantly led their forces against Autumn’s armies, but the battle only ceased when the Illyria’s Prince met Eren Vanserra, Heir to the Autumn Throne, in single combat and slew him on the battlefield. Eren’s death placed his younger brother Eris next in the line of succession. 

The battle of Marlas shattered over two centuries of relative peace between Autumn and the South. Nine years later, skirmishes are still frequent in the borderlands and tensions between Autumn and the Southern Kingdoms are at an all time high.

If you made it this far, thank you <3 I know I'm a nerd. Yes, I made the map myself and likely spent waaayyyy too much time on it but I think it's pretty cool and I hope it stoked some excitement!

[relax-and-read-on]

can you write some headcannons about the primarchs reacting to the reapearence of one of the lost primarchs, which is basically a clone of the emperor, but not an asshole like the original?

God I guess I'm in an emotional mood today?!?!

While I don't HC the missing primarch as being empy clones, I will give my own personal HC for who they are in general :))

First of all: they were found, had their legions created, and were used until fairly late in the great crusade. Canonly, they even participated in the Great Crusade until the Rangdan Xenocides. As such, I have created what I Imagine as two full OC and a Timeline. So! Let's start with the two OC!!

The II (or the Forgotten) -- Xaxe -- The Red Tide

Xaxe was send to probably what amounted to one of the worst planet in the galaxy. It was a hellhole where, during the age of strife, the entire atmosphere had caught fire due to conflicts. The survivors went underground, and developed a complex system of subterranean city and bunker. The biggest thing they had to ration was water, and as such, they had to work incredibly hard to preserve the very little water they had.

Being a random child of no one, Xaxe was... Not the most accepted into this hyper strict, caste like society. It was actully how he got his name. Xaxe, an ant. It wasn't necesarly cruel- anyone in his positions was treated the same way, and most died. It was a detached existence, removed from emotions. Even as a toddler, he had to work and be part of this system, or die. But he was a primarch, and eventually, found his way at the top of his society, ruling it with the same detached way he had been treated.

The emperor came, and was quite surprised by his very simple, calm demeanor. The society continued as it always had, even with the extra water coming in from the imperium. They would stay incredibly frugal people. His sons became famous for tunneling, and for their slow, unstoppable march. An army of ants, using every last drop of resource they could gather, unfeeling.

The XI (or the Purged) -- Emberto Del Mare -- The Stellar Winds

Imagine a planet that is one giant archipelago, with sunny calm shallow seas and a ton of tiny semi aquatic city state, with a tropical venetian aesthetic. Everyone owned a boat, and trade was booming on this small blue planet, who had technology up to the golden age of sailing. Emberto fell on it and was, literally, found at sea by merchant, and spend the first few years of his life without ever touching ground.

His true love was the wind and water, and very quickly, people realised he had strange ability, almost like he could direct the underwater currents or the air flow. He was actually a psyker, and using his ability to become the best captain of his planet. He was full of emotions, as changing as the sea he so clearly loved. He may have had a temper, but joy and laughter always came again, just like the sun after a storm.

He was stunned, at first, when the Emperor came. But then... He realised that spaceship where A Thing. And he lost his fucking mind. It was sailing without limit, going everywhere at a dizzying speed, it was the joy of solar wind and gliding amongst comet, and he never wanted to go back. His sons shared said love, and they became absolute expert of void warfare, of skirmish, hit and run tactic and and small aircraft.

What happened to them

While incredibly different, the two brothers had a strange affections for one another, admiring in the other what quality they didn't have. They also worked exceptionally well together, as their warfare style was complementary. So, when they encountered a space fairing xenos empire, it was logical to send those two legions, even if the Stellar Winds were smaller and specialised.

They did not knew that the aliens were also psyker.

It took a long time, for the Imperium to learn that two entire legions had been decimated, and that their primarch were missing. The Emperor himself went, and brough with him the Imperial Fist, the Ultramarine, and the Dark Angel. What he found was... Horrifying.

The aliens had captured the two brothers. Emberto, being a young, inexperienced psyker... Had been a perfect victime. He was dragged into their den, experimented upon, twisted beyond recognitions. Him and his sons, now all meat puppets were fighting for the xenos. As for Xaxe... For all his apparent uncaring attitude and lack of emotions...

He could never bring himself to hurt any of his brothers, or their sons.

He was found deep in the Rangdan empire. Him, and his sons, strapped to experiment table, splayed opens and being relentlessly worked on, in the hope to make them fight. They never did. Until the bitter end, they stayed true to their unchanging nature.

It's not know, who found them, and who had to put each down. Some say that Russ himself came all the way to do it. Other say it was Lion, who killed his brain dead brother, and his mind controlled ones. Some whisper that it was Angron, freshly found and without attachment, who did the job.

At the end of the day, the Rangdan were dead, and the two legions with it. No one know exactly why they were erased from history, or the details of the entire campaign.

All that is know is that it was a direct order from the Emperor. And no one was about to question a Grieving Father.

[stupidityis4ever]

JWJAJABABBBABABAABAHHAAHAH

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AUDACIIAE: A historical/mythological/literary multimuse (loved by elliot)

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III. Married to and heavily affiliated with @vanishinq / @overyourhubris / @manyfunerals / @sephaeroth

IV. Other affiliated blogs: @accustiv / @phantomised & @mountainson & @creatrix-mea

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Highest muse as of March 19th: Dion Lesage (ff16), Aerith Gainsborough (ff7), Cloud Strife (ff7), Conall Ellery (oc)

CANON DIVERGENT MUSES EXPLAINED UNDER THE CUT

Aerith Gainsborough (FF7)

Instead of Zack being Aerith's former lover, it is Sephiroth (this is heavily plotted with sephaeroth). As such, her default age for the events of FF7 will be 27. This isn't to say that I won't write with any Zack romantically, just that it's not going to be the default for my Aerith. I also won't be plotting this idea with any other Sephiroths, but if you write Seph and want to ship with Aerith, you are more than welcome to plot something else with me!

Tech Boy (American Gods)

Tech Boy is the god of technology, right? Technology is anything that's been invented, so they've actually been around as long as humans have been inventing, so they're millions of years old, parading as a new god because...why not? It's for the fun of it, but they are keeping it a secret.

All Twilight muses

Bella was turned during the honeymoon and Renesmee doesn't exist. I never like the concept of Renesmee as it seemed to just be "woman fulfilled only by marriage and children" to me. Bella never expressed interest in having children, so no thanks.

Also, vampires can, in fact, burn in the sun. The "sparkling" effect is actually many small sparks of flames on their skin that will eventually consume them completely if they stay in the sun for too long. It is incredibly painful.

[genshin-treasury]

Prologue [Act II] :“Cogito, ergo sum.”

The story continues. If y’all ever want help writing lore for Genshin OC(s) hmu!!

The Dawn of a new era was coming as the war progressively made its way through the lands of Tevyat.

Divine wrath brought with it many disasters, and with those rose mortal strife.

The people had become weary of the conflict surrounding them, and the earth sang of their dissatisfaction.

Yet, who would listen to the cries of the people in a land overcome with war?

Perhaps once, the God of Remedies, yet she had fallen far and the impact was great.

No, she would not hear their cries.

Copia was too caught up in the transgressions against her to ever pay heed to the tragedy surrounding her.

Selflessness had made way to selfishness in the war, and Copia’s desire to understand herself, became her sole focus.

Yet, once again conflict found her.

This time it was a mortal who begged at her feet.

They begged for salvation.

Copia knew not what to make of this, but at long last she was shaken from her self imposed isolation.

She rejoined the mortal world in an attempt to help them.

Her origins would never truly leave her.

She was borne from the desire to help others and in the end that was where she would return.

Copia spent many years teaching the people how to create poisons for defense and to make their own remedies.

During these years the war seemed almost nonexistent.

Those few years of peace, however, were short lived.

The cruelest thing about war is that it takes unexpectedly and equally from all.

Another deity set their sights on the village, and as their divine gaze settled on the settlement, their peace was broken.

The deity was one of greed and festering wrath.

Copia fought relentlessly, utilizing her finest poisons, and the people using her teachings, fought with her.

Yet, it was to no avail.

Once more Copia found everything stripped away from her.

Where she was unsure of what happened to the village she’d helped before, the fate of this one; she knew all too well.

Copia begged the deity to kill her then as she had failed in her duty, but the deity was one of greed, and instead it claimed her as a trophy.

The next hundred years passed in a blur.

Copia regained her senses when the deity was suddenly killed by a bout of sickness.

Her savior was another deity such as herself.

However, her savior did not take human form.

While Copia cherished the human race, her savior wanted nothing to do with mankind.

Copia was forced to make a decision, and recalling her experiences with humans, she chose to travel with the one who saved her.

Perhaps, by separating herself from mankind, she would be doing them more good that way.

They would not be dragged into her conflicts, if she was not present.

Copia followed the deity who reeked of pestilence and doom, and found herself curious of why they had opted to save her…

[captainmazzic]

Happy Halloween.

So it’s about time I gave a real fucking update instead of just dicking around being cagey about shit. I’ve mentioned a new project repeatedly. So let’s sit down and actually talk about it, friends. Pull up a chair, grab yourself some hot cocoa and strap in. Welcome to Sarc’s emotional roller coaster.

Bear with me. This is hard to talk about for so many reasons, but mostly because I’ve been belittled and ridiculed so many times in my life for liking “cringy” things or wanting to do things that other people think are stupid or childish. I hear the voice of my father telling me to “make something of my life” and “don’t squander your talents”, I hear the voice of my mother telling me I have “so much potential” and “one day I hope you get some ambition”, I hear the voice of my ex telling me to “stop wasting time with stupid shit” and “nobody is interested in failures”. I hear old teachers telling me honor roll students should go to college and study high-demand majors and anything else would be lazy and detrimental and won’t contribute anything worthwhile to society.

It’s the same shit that prevented me for a long time from posting art online. From posting writing online. From making ocs and showing them to other people. And now it’s preventing me from starting this project, and I’m so, so tired of it.

My biggest fear right now is that once I start talking about this project I’ll lose this tiny little community of people vaguely interested in my stuff that have somehow stuck around. External validation and sharing the things I love are my primary motivations with everything I do online, and while screaming into the void is all well and good, I need feedback and interaction and community. I need it so, so badly. I wouldn’t post jack shit – ever – if I didn’t need that, to be honest.

So anyway.

When the pandemic kicked into high gear earlier this year I got laid off for a few months. It gave me a lot of time to think about who I am and where I wanted to be in life, what mattered to me, what dreams I still had and which ones had fallen by the wayside.

Some of them are huge – once upon a time I was very religious. I went through seminary, got my minister’s certification, and was slated to be an associate pastor in a mega-church and rake in a six-figure income within 3 years. But I lost my faith and couldn’t stand the idea of being disingenuous.

And there was also a time when I received a full-ride scholarship to a very prestigious university that would have spanned a 12-year program and resulted in me having several doctorates and masters degrees by the end of it, in the fields of geology, palaeontology, and cladistics. But the scholarship program that was supposed to sponsor me went bankrupt the very semester I was supposed to capitalize on it. I was still accepted into the school, but the $1.2 million price tag would have all been out of my own pocket. So obviously that didn’t happen.

Those were the “acceptable” dreams. Those were the ones that parents and teachers and the general outside world approved of and thought were worthy goals. But neither of them panned out, and all I have left are the cringy ones. Like homesteading and sustainable living (can’t start without land, can’t have land without money). Like making comic books and doing art commissions for a living (it has to be steady to support myself, and I’m far too slow an artist for things to be steady). And like… playing video games.

Ha.

What’s funny is I can already envision the eyerolls and hear the snorts of laughter. What kind of dream is that? Only a handful of famous youtubers and twitch celebrities play video games for a living, and breaking into a field like that is pretty much impossible unless you already have friends in famous places.

Yeah, but… it would be so much fun. Right?

It WOULD be fun. I don’t have to become a super popular celebrity for it to be fun, right?

I don’t have to make it my day job and rake in piles of cash for it to be fun, right?

… I don’t have to actually be successful for it to be fun… right?

… Right?

:/

… I love video games.

I’ve loved them ever since I tried and failed so many times to win The Empire Strikes Back on Atari 2600. I’ve loved them ever since I played Mortal Kombat with my cousin in his basement with the sound down super low because it was ultra-violent and I would have been in so much trouble if mom caught me playing it. I’ve loved them ever since I tried and failed to finish Strife and Hexen and Heretic without the computer crashing and rebooting to DOS. I’ve loved them ever since I had to cheat-code my way through Jedi Knight: Dark Forces II just to get past the first boss fight but then no-clipped through the wall and died anyway. I still love that game.

But I stopped playing video games for a very long time. I was intimidated out of them by an ex and a somewhat toxic friend group who were Real Gamers™. I was brought to LAN parties but not allowed to play, because I slowed down the team and didn’t know the controls. I was banned from commenting on other people’s moves or cheering people on because it was distracting and I could cost them a win. I was even kicked out of their online D&D campaigns because I couldn’t be serious enough or roleplay well enough for their standards. Even if I was playing a game on my own, I couldn’t play with anyone else in the house because I’d be ridiculed for dying a lot, or for going the wrong way, or for picking the wrong game because only certain games are “good” and most of the ones I wanted to play were “stupid” or “trash” or a “waste of time”.

That kind of thing sits with me for a very, very long time. I didn’t really play games at all for over a decade. Even after I ended up on the opposite side of the country, with a new circle of friends, I couldn’t bring myself to play much of anything.

And then I had an extended visit with a friend of mine, and he introduced me to an early version of a ridiculous little game called Minecraft. My friend was an avid gamer but also a very kind one. In the ten years before this, I had told myself that I just preferred to watch other people play games instead of playing them myself (a lie. I mean, I absolutely adore watching other people play, but I also want to play too lol), my friend saw through that and very gently encouraged me to take a stab at playing Minecraft myself. He moved his laptop over to me, and I played a whole ten minutes with him watching before my nerves failed me and I promptly died. But miraculously it wasn’t a big deal to him. It was just a game. I might have cried in relief, I don’t remember.

After my visit I shelved playing video games for like another year, despite buying a whole mess of them because other friends online loved certain titles and wanted to talk about them with me. (I never played them, just bought them. I couldn’t even handle the thought of playing by myself in my own house). But for some reason I mentioned to my brother-in-law my old visit to my Minecraft-loving friend, and he just… up and bought the game for me. My brother-in-law is also an avid gamer with a lovely and patient disposition, and he suggested I just play in creative mode and build things to start. So I did that (behind a locked door in the RV that I lived in by myself, with the lights off and the sound down low) and Minecraft was my sole video game for another several years.

Then a couple years ago another friend of mine (hi Char) introduced me to Star Wars: The Old Republic, and I fell in love. It sparked a renewed interest in video games that I thought I would never really have the opportunity to satisfy, because games were still intimidating.

Let me clarify: I… SUCK. At video games. I’m terrible at them. Learning controls is a nightmare and a tunicate evolving its own brain would learn faster than me. If I’m aiming, I can’t hit the broad side of a barn. I have the direction sense of a whirligig beetle on the back of a drunk pigeon. I die fast and I die often. I can count the number of games I’ve actually finished on one hand. Even less if we don’t count the ones I had to use cheat codes to get through. But none of that diminishes my love of experiencing them, and over this whole pandemic and quarantine thing I’ve had a lot of time to unpack and mull over my thoughts and feelings and passions about them.

… I moved my RV to a new spot literally the day before the lockdown in my state first initiated. Before this I was in a spot that had no internet other than what reception I could get on my phone, with severely limited bandwidth and patchy, unreliable service. The new spot has a steady wi-fi connection, and while upload speed is utter shit, downloading and streaming video are just this side of manageable. So I spent the first three months of the quarantine lockdown doing pretty much nothing other than watching Jacksepticeye, CrankGameplays, and Markiplier play video games on YouTube. (I honestly had no idea before this that people even did let’s plays. My internet access/speed has been shit for so long I’m totally out of the loop).

It… for fear of sounding utterly stupid yet again, it inspired me.

Like. These people really love what they’re doing. They just. Play video games and have fun with it, and I mean yeah they make money hand-over-fist doing it but the main thing is they HAVE FUN doing it. They have fun! Playing video games! In front of people! It’s wild. And the thing that REALLY got me was… they have feedback on it too. They have a COMMUNITY. They have people they can talk to about it. They have people that they can play games WITH, even, who don’t yell at them or tell them they suck every five minutes or tell them they can’t play with them because they’re worthless as teammates. They can fuck up in a game and their friends are laughing along with them on Discord instead of screaming at them to get it right or get out. They can play games by themselves in their house and then upload videos on the internet and then they can talk to other people about it! They have fun! It’s awesome! They have fun!!

I just. It meant so much to me. It meant so much to me to see these videos of these three, and then another dozen or so that I’ve followed since, play all these games and have such a good time and also be such a positive and kind and encouraging source of energy.

I know all of this is not exactly about video games specifically. It’s about coming to terms with how I’ve been treated as a person and as a friend, about how other people respect someone’s interests and passions, about how it’s okay to share your interests with other people and it’s okay to like things that other people might not care about or think are important.

And I’m so, so tired of not doing the things I love because I’m afraid of what other people will think.

So I, uh. I invested all of the stimulus money I had into a new rig and equipment like a camera, lighting, acoustic panels, all that shit. I dug out all the games I bought but never played, I made accounts on all the big gaming services like Steam and Itch.io and GoG, and I made a YouTube channel. And I’m going to be making my own let’s plays. And it will suck, and it will be cringy and awkward and badly done, and it won’t make me money or be a valid career option or be anything but another very expensive hobby, but it will be mine, and it will be something I can share with people and (hopefully) have fun with, and it will (hopefully) be an avenue for some of this positive social interaction I’m craving.

I know YouTube can be toxic and super negative and full of trolls and cancel culture fanatics and people just waiting to find something to tear you down for, but like. Come on, y’all. I’m posting this on tumblr dot com. Toxic is everywhere anyway. I just want to try, you know?

I just want to love video games again.

Someone famous that I look up to so, so much told me – without knowing that I was even listening, without even knowing that I even exist – that if I enjoy doing something, to just go for it. To just jump in and do it, and if it works then it works, and if it doesn’t, what have I actually lost?

And I’m lucky enough to have four whole offline friends that I’ve mentioned this idea to, and each of them has said encouraging things like I’d have a good voice and face and style for making let’s plays. I honestly don’t know how true that part is, but on my good days I believe them. And they also said that I should go for it, to just try.

So that’s… that’s what I’m doing, I guess. I just want to try.

I know it’s not Star Wars fanart. I know it’s not Star Wars fanfiction. I know it’s not Star Wars meta or essays or ranting about the Sith and the Jedi and the Force. I know it’s not what y’all want from me. And that’s utterly terrifying. I’m bracing myself to be alone on the internet again, because I know that when I dive headfirst into this thing, it’ll eat away into the time that I normally might be spending doing writing or art, and it’s going to be something no one else wants to see and no one signed up for. And that’s partly why it’s taken me so very, very long to get started.

The other part is more physical. Of course as soon as I decide that I’m going to put my face on a camera is when my entire face goes to shit. I’m currently waiting on a potential diagnosis for mouth cancer, while already dealing with a severe jaw infection that’s causing my teeth and gums to rot inside my mouth. They already took part of my jaw, I’m missing teeth, others are turning black, if I open my mouth even just a little it is so obvious and I look like a very, very literal zombie. I have never been more grateful that masks are socially acceptable. I have a series of twelve appointments scheduled to treat this shit now that I have dental and health insurance (goodbye paycheque), and I might qualify for reconstruction surgery too. But that doesn’t really help how I look right now.

So I just can’t bring myself to start this project just yet. I’ve been sitting on it for months now with all the other pieces in place, but I just. Can’t. Start. It’s driving me crazy, because I want to start so badly. I feel like I’m wasting time. I feel like I’ve already wasted so much time, because I haven’t even done anything else in the meantime. I haven’t done hardly any art or fanfic, nothing. My anxiety is spiking so high right now because I have all these expectations of myself, but I can’t do anything about it. I’ve been told that I could just start without a camera or wear a mask on screen, and I’ve actually done some recording doing exactly that, but I just… can’t seem to make anything I want to finalize.

It’s also frustrating because I have no way of uploading anything at home. I’ll have to go over to my partner’s house which is nearly an hour’s drive away in order to get internet good enough to upload videos, which means that upload schedules are going to be shiiiiiit and that’s also frustrating.

But. But. BUT. I want to do this.

I want to do this so badly. I want to share let’s plays and experience a love of video games with other people. I want to actually play games with other people too. I also just acquired a piano keyboard, and I want to play again on the regular because I miss it so much. I used to play piano for hours every single day, it’s so relaxing and fun, maybe I can post that too. Maybe I can post let’s draws or something, where I ask y’all what to draw and then make a video of me drawing it while bullshitting to the camera I don’t know it sounds like fun. Maybe I can post videos of my cooking because the shit I make seems to be everyone’s favourite thing on instagram, and maybe I can take my camera with me when I go to the ocean or hike up into the middle of nowhere in the mountains and film how beautiful everything is up there. Or maybe I can do none of that and just focus on one thing, I honestly have no idea what I’m doing or how to do it, but I just… I want to try. I just want to try.

I don’t know where any of this is going anymore. I’m sorry I haven’t responded to messages, or opened up commissions. I’m sorry that this isn’t what y’all wanted. I’m still going to continue drawing and writing, I’m still going to be around, I’m not going anywhere, but I have no idea how prolific I’m going to be and I have no idea even when I’ll start uploading videos, to be honest. But I just. I’m just gonna try. It might still take me a while but I’m gonna try. Wish me luck. I love y’all.

[ilyamatic]

I have been sitting on this for a minute but now I have it fully fleshed out. So please feast your eyes on another AU no one asked for:

Pirate AU☠

Theme:

Let's meet our crew:

Solange Gbadébọ̀

AKA “Stingray Sol”

Who Solange was before she reached the colony of Saint Domingue was of little consequence. Who she was there made little difference either. For those bold enough to ask for her past, Solange would tell them that she was born of fire and strife. That she was born the night her and her small troop of slaves revolted and took a sailing ship for themselves. There, in the light of the rising sun she was reborn. Solange. A sun angel. Granted, her enemies would call her a vast number of things, none of which would include ‘angel’. Captain of the Solanase for 15 years, Solange sailed the seven seas, hijacking slave ships and freeing the people. She also attacked European merchant ships to help fund her anti-slavery efforts. Eventually she settled down on an uncharted island with her crew and a few people she had freed, creating a pirate colony of sorts. She also ended up marrying the annoying mulat that had followed her there. They had 7 children in the end, though her husband took care of most of the childrearing.

Mustafa El-Saieh

AKA “The Arab Viper”

Mustafa holds his Nubian mother in high regard, so he finds it more than annoying to be only the Arab Viper, but… he digresses. He could admit that he was born of love and comfort. Mustafa’s parents did their best to give their children a warm home but misfortune touches us all. His father was staunchly against slavery and held no slaves for himself, despite the common practice. And once the Europeans got involved he became even more vocal. Mustafa’s older brother Ali followed in their father’s footsteps and took it further. Ali joined an abolition group that travelled through the continent and freed captured people. Unfortunately, Ali was caught and at the behest of the French government, hanged. From that day forward Mustafa swore revenge. At the age of 17, not even a man, he joined a pirate crew and never looked back. Mustafa rose quickly through the ranks and eventually staged a mutiny. He became captain of the ship and renamed it Afeaa. Captain Mustafa became the thorn in the side of many European empires, looting and hijacking where he could. He eventually met Solange in Tortuga and she was not impressed by his reckless destruction. ‘Justice,’ she had spat when he gave her his reasons for action. ‘Justice for whom exactly?’ They eventually joined forces and fell in love. Well… he fell in love almost instantly but he eventually grew on her.

Andrico El-Saieh

AKA “Pretty Boy Drico”, “King of the Caribbean Sea”

The eldest son of the two most notorious pirates of the century, he tries not to let it get to his head (try being the operative word). Bold yet cunning, Andrico took to his parents’ line of work like a fish (or crab) to water. He began sailing at 20, committed to continuing his mother’s work. He quickly made a name for himself commanding the Solanase II across the Caribbean. Andrico takes great pride in his work and is ruthless when it comes to dissenters. He is also an accomplished scientist in his own right, developing a way to filter sea water on his ship. Not only does he always have enough drinking water, but always enough to bathe as well. It is through his cleanliness that he earned the name Pretty Boy Drico and his domination of the seas that got him labeled a King.

Jean-Marc

AKA “Quicksilver” “The Diplomat”

Jean-Marc’s father sailed with Andrico’s mother and so Jean-Marc sailed with Andrico. Best friends since boyhood, Jean-Marc stands as his voice of reason and Quartermaster. There have been many petty disputes that Jean-Marc had to talk his captain down from in the early days. However, despite his calmer nature Jean-Marc is not one to be crossed. He has the quickest draw on this side of the Atlantic and one would be hard pressed to find a swordsman as good as he. The best man to have at your side. Just don’t leave him around the rum though…

Jasna

AKA “Jumping Jas” “The Cannonball”

Jasna refuses to be second in anything, so she demanded that she be Quartermaster as well. Andrico’s other best friend, Jasna is often the little devil on his shoulder. All the duels Jean-Marc talked him out of, she talked Andrico into. Despite her chaotic nature, her intuition is sharp. No one can count how many potentially disastrous missions she had led them away from. She gets her names from both her skills on the rigging qnd also her explosive personality.

Jai

AKA “Machete” “Starry-eyed Jai”

Jai remains a bit of a mystery, even after all these years. As straight-forward as they come, Jai is the best Sailing Master the Solanase II could ask for. They met up with the crew while rowing away from a burning ship they were supposed to hijack. When questioned on what had happened to the ship, they simply answered ‘slavers’ and that was that. While initially stand-offish, Jai is no stranger to a good time and knows the bawdiest songs of the crew. They are also sharp as a tack and can be often counted on to be a tie-breaker in any argument amongst the crew.

Andrés

AKA “Babydoll Drés” “The Priestess”

The sweetest lady in the Caribbean Jean-Marc would argue. Andrés was a trans Vodun priestess they met on Torutuga. She was leading escaped slaves to ships that would take them back to freedom. She ended up joining the crew and quickly became their moral compass and unofficial spiritual leader. To say Jean-Marc is smitten would be an understatement and Andrés knows this. She does not abuse this knowledge however, extra rum cakes and presents aside. Despite her honey sweet disposition, Andrés is not one to be trifled with. May the gods have mercy on the soul of anyone who crosses blades with her. 

Marie-Carmel

AKA “Boss Lady” “Owl Eyes”

Marie-Carmel is another figure shrouded in mystery on the ship. All anyone could glean from her was that she was originally from the colony of Saint Domingue, her father was one of the last Taino chieftains, and her mother a maroon, a runaway slave. She never speaks of why she left but given her intense hatred of the French and their documented viciousness, everyone has a hunch. The ship's gunner, Marie-Carmel could tell you the parts of a cannon in her sleep. Also quite the sharp-shooter. She is second only to Andrico in the number of soaps owned onboard.

If you want to join in with any pirate content for your ocs, feel free to tag me!

[naruto-oc-critiques]

not to be that girl lmao, but could i get some sasuke pairing advice? i really enjoyed reading the pairing advice you gave to others but i hadn’t seen one of his yet. personally, i don’t see him being the type to really fit with anyone but? yeah please and thanks!

So, a Sasuke pairing guide.

That’s no problem. I mean, why else has he been without one for so long? It’s not like he’s super difficult to write for or anything.

he is omg help me

On a serious note, Sasuke is a complex character. That said, I think what makes him most difficult to pair isn’t necessarily his personality but these two things:

His tunnel vision. Sasuke was occupied with his goals and was only interested in seeing them realized. He didn’t pay attention to people unless they could somehow help in achieving those goals (see: Team Hebi / Taka). Sasuke was never seeking an intimate relationship (whether platonic or otherwise) because it was irrelevant to what he was trying to accomplish.

The timeline. Sasuke’s personal journey is closely linked to Naruto’s main plot—he’s pretty much the main driving force of the story. He’s got a lot going on and, combined with the previous point, there’s not a lot of wiggle room to integrate an OC into his story.

Of course, there are ways of pairing Sasuke—he just requires some careful consideration if you’re sticking with canon, which is the assumption I'm going with when writing this guide.

On that note, I want to mention something: a relationship with Sasuke will likely be a slow burn, long distance one. It will include Sasuke being MIA frequently and, when he does finally return, there will likely be baggage to work through.

This, however, should be embraced, in my opinion.

The most common approach I've seen in pairing Sasuke with an OC is to have them meet in Konoha during Part I > OC follows Sasuke to Orochimaru > OC follows Sasuke by joining Team Taka / Hebi and then profit. This approach, while giving Sasuke and OC consistent exposure to one another, is one that really works against OC creators as it creates this need to justify too many story and character deviations, which causes unnecessary frustration.

My solution: don't have OC present during every step of Sasuke's journey.

Think outside the box. Have an OC that was always an affiliate of Sound and they meet when Sasuke defects. Let OC and Sasuke first meet or reconnect after the Fourth Shinobi War. Have them meet as adults during the Boruto era. Develop your OC's life outside of their interactions with Sasuke; don't force them to always be together.

or you can just do what you want also

With that little tangent out the way, let’s talk about his personality a little.

After the Uchiha Massacre, Sasuke was pretty cold. He didn't care much about relationships—or other people in general. Unless they were stronger than him, in which case, he would obsess over surpassing them. During Part I, Sasuke's capacity for empathy was a bit higher—as seen with his interactions with Team 7, among other instances—but he eventually discards this in exchange for pursuing power during Shippūden. There is a callous disregard for others during this time as well, something he doesn't begin to move past until the end of Shippūden. Following Parts I and II, Sasuke begins moving towards trying to form and strengthen connections with those around him. He's still not outwardly brimming with emotion, but he is much more capable and open to expressing those kind, caring feelings he has for others in his own way.

So, finally, onto what you probably want most: what Sasuke might like in a partner! Yay!

Someone talented and / or useful. Applicable mainly to Parts I and II Sasuke. If your OC is not as strong as or stronger than Sasuke, he's not interested, as the great Cloud Strife often puts it. OC would have to be on Neji / Gaara / Rock Lee levels of strength and notoriety to catch Sasuke's attention—everyone else is literally fodder to him. Similarly, when he's in his Team Hebi / Taka days, he's only interested in those that can help fulfill his goals. This is where issues of power level can come into play (especially during Part I), but the only advice I can really give is to just develop your OC's abilities, strengths and weaknesses.

Someone empathetic but uncompromising. Applicable mainly to post-Shippūden Sasuke. What I mean is Sasuke might want someone that understands his motives for his past actions—but would also need to see the error in them. Sasuke himself is completely ashamed of his past actions and seeks to repent for them, so I doubt he would want someone making excuses for him when he himself doesn't.

Someone steadfast in their convictions. Someone that stays on their own personal path no matter what. I think this would be appealing to Sasuke, considering how his own goals, feelings and convictions were constantly tried and tested throughout the series.

Someone accommodating. A person that understands that Sasuke won't always be there but still chooses to welcome him, maybe not with open arms, but at least with an open heart would go a long way. OC can (understandably) be upset, hurt and annoyed with him but someone that realizes Sasuke is trying in his own way to become better and is willing to work on their relationship together is cool.

Emotionally grounded and mature. I'm not saying your OC has to be without their own problems—everyone has their problems, ya know—but I think someone that is aware of their emotional needs would be able help and support Sasuke in mending his emotional needs. They'd be able to communicate and all that good jazz.

Easygoing and open. While I don't think Sasuke is bothered by loud, more rambunctious people (see: Naruto and Sakura), I do think that a calm, mellow individual could work well with him. Also someone forthright with their feelings would mesh well, in my opinion. They'd probably be the "lead dancer," if you will, when it comes to the communication aspects of their relationship—they could say the things that Sasuke might struggle to say or express without feeling the embarrassment or hesitation he might feel.

Overall, like I said, when it comes to pairing an OC with Sasuke, it's better not force things or do too many things at once. Working on a smaller scale, I think, would be ideal and more enjoyable when attempting to write a romance for Sasuke.

Personally, I wouldn’t recommend going the typical route of having an OC born and raised in Konoha jumping around the story following after Sasuke—unless, of course, you think you have good reasoning behind it. I would recommend on exploring post- Shippūden and Boruto era Sasuke, where he is more emotionally available, and there is more room for relationship building plus boruto era sasuke is pretty tasty fr fr.

But, as always, do what makes you happy and have fun with it!

- ATB