#suras (oc)

[aurriearts]

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made to fit in anywhere // at home nowhere

[justmochi]

action

pairing :: mira x wonwoo ft mingyu, sua, and yoohyeon

word count :: 2.1k

synopsis :: wonwoo shows mira his rehearsal video for his stunt scene

time :: april, 2024

warnings :: spice, angst if you squint. mira is shrimping

taglist :: @cafemilk-tea @cixrosie @moonlight-additions @cosmicwintr @astraw-astro @succulentmom @kimhyejin3108 @enhacolor @alixnsuperstxr @hybesunstone @itzynabi @choihaneul @strmiu @angie-x3 @Kaitieskidmore1 @evaalopezzzz

Mira just got back from the bathroom, plopping down on the couch next to her boyfriend and tucking her legs underneath herself. “You can press play.” They both shared a nod of approval before resuming their romance movie.

The movie was calming down from its climax, prompting her to rest her head on Wonwoo’s shoulder. He takes in a sharp breath, causing Mira to retreat from him.

“Are you okay?” She frowned, keeping her distance.

He presses his fingers into his shoulder, shutting his eyes at the sensation. “Yeah, I’ve just been exerting some muscles I don’t usually use at the stunt academy.”

“Stunt academy?” Her eyes widen, her mind going directly to the worst-case scenario.

“Yeah, I learned some martial art moves for—”

“Martial arts?” She sits up straight, placing her hand on his knee.

“Hey, it’s fine.” He cups her cheek with his palm. “I have to film an action scene for our music video, so I learned from the professionals.”

Mira slouches back against the couch, letting out a sigh of relief. “You scared me.”

“I’m okay–” Both of their heads snap towards the screen when the female lead lets out a moan. Mira feels her cheeks heat up, pursing her lips.

“Uh, we filmed some test footage. Did you wanna see?” He tries to direct their attention elsewhere to downplay the manner of the movie scene.

“Oh, sure!” She perks up, watching as he takes his phone out of his pocket. She pays attention to the movie before he holds out his phone.

She smiles upon seeing him barefaced with his glasses on, and a beanie. “Awe.”

He chuckles nervously before pressing play on the video. She giggles at him taking a deep breath before they begin the sequence.

“You’re so–OH! Oh my gosh–“ She covers her mouth when people in the video start lunging for Wonwoo. She’s speechless while watching the rest of the video, her boyfriend throwing and dodging punches, even kicking the stunt people. When most of the guys are on the ground, her eyes widen as he stands in the video, panting. The footage ends with him fixing his beanie.

She looks at him, her mouth agape behind her palm. He gets flustered when looking into her eyes, throwing his head back on the sofa while snickering.

“Wow, that’s…” Mira shakes her head in disbelief. “Awesome. Can I see it again?”

“Of course.” He hands her his phone and she swipes to the beginning to watch it all over again. The first time, she focuses on the actors coming his way. Second, she watches Wonwoo’s face the entire time. Third, she watches his body movements. He is shy everytime she restarts the video, trying his hardest to focus on the movie and not her reactions.

She watches a fourth time, but scrolls through it frame by frame. Watching it in slow motion was not her brightest idea, because she takes every detail into account. She can’t deny that he looks incredibly sexy. He probably doesn’t even recognize what he’s doing, focusing on the routine he was taught at the academy. She sees his shirt lift up and she can’t help but rewind and scroll some more, wetting her lips at the sight of his abs. She’s at the end of the video, but she doesn’t remember anything from it because her mind is imagining him shirtless.

“Mira?” He knocks her out of her daydreaming.

Her cheeks heat up again, as well as her ears. She feels as if he completely read her mind and she was about to be caught. “Oh, yes?”

“Are you done? I mean you can watch as many times as you want but I’m getting embarrassed.” He smirks.

“Uhh, yes I am.” She hands his phone back to him, trying to get one more glimpse at him in the video. She watches him press the share button and sends it to her through texts. She really wishes he hadn’t done that. “It’s really good. I’m proud of you.”

He smiles, leaning over to give her a kiss on the cheek. She blushes and suddenly feels hot all over. He doesn’t pull away but instead stares at her lips. She watches his eyes drift, so she takes the opportunity to tilt her head and kiss his lips. He follows the way her lips move against him, cupping her cheek with his hand. Mira feels her phone ring in her pocket from the text he sent. She quickly pulls away, clearing her throat while brushing strands of her hair behind her ear.

She stumbles on her words, distancing herself from him. “I- do you want me to massage your shoulder?”

He snorts, leaning forward to give her more access. “Go crazy.”

She stretches her fingers before readjusting and pressing them into his shoulder. He shudders the second she applies pressure.

“Sorry,” She pouts, trying to be gentle with him.

“Don’t worry, you can’t hurt me.” He rubs her knee, turning his attention to the movie.

The hairs on her head stand up from that touch alone. She does her best to push away her lustful thoughts, watching the movie with him.

They get absorbed in the intimate scenes when Mira reaches one of his more sore muscles, causing him to suppress a moan. Regardless of his efforts, she still heard it loud and clear.

“Did I hurt you?” She takes her hands back, holding them to her chest.

“No, that felt good.”

“Oh, um…” She tries to reposition her hands back to where they were just a moment ago. She feels around his shoulder blades before he lets out another moan.

“Right there.” He sighs

She flattens her lips, willing her fingers to not start shaking now. “Like this?”

“Just like that.” He speaks low enough for her to hear. Her imagination starts to run wild as she continues to massage his shoulder. She envisions what it would be like to hear the same sounds coming from him but under different circumstances. Would he say the exact same words? She wants to hit herself for looking back on all the times he had been shirtless around her. Her pulse quickens at the thought of the steamy scene minutes ago and what it would be like for her and Wonwoo.

“Why’d you stop?” She snaps out of it again to see him looking at her. She doesn’t remember ever stopping.

“I…” Her fingers hover over his skin, looking down into his eyes. “Sorry, I don’t know–“ She trails off, entranced by his wet lips. They both feel the pull towards each other, leaning in until the front door flies open.

“I got ice cream!” Mingyu lifts the bags, pushing the door shut with his leg.

Mira throws her on the opposite side of the sofa like they were caught doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing. She hopes Mingyu didn’t notice anything except for the flush across her skin.

“Ice cream!” She stands to her feet, rushing over to grab a bag from Mingyu. “Do you want some ice cream, Wonwoo?”

“Uhh sure.” He stands, readjusting his sweats before stretching his back and limbs.

The three settle on the sofa, Wonwoo in between both of them. Mingyu has his own bowl of ice cream, while the couple share one. She’s hoping the ice cream can somehow melt away her uneasiness from their situation, but she finds herself more agitated sitting so close to her boyfriend.

“You didn’t eat much, do you want the rest?” He leans his temple against her shoulder, whispering into her ear.

“It’s okay, you can have it.” She whispers back, attempting a reassuring nod. She turns her attention to the movie, watching him out of the corner of her eye.

She can’t remember what’s all happened in their movie or even the title of it as she watches him finish the ice cream. Her first mistake was trusting herself enough to turn her head a little to see the cream on the corner of his lips. He wipes it away with his thumb before licking his finger clean. She feels her mouth go dry and a ringing in her ears.

She may have imagined him his eyes shifting to her, but it’s enough for her to shoot up and ask the two boys if they’re done with their ice cream.

“Can I take it?” She grabs both of the bowls from them, running away to the kitchen to collect herself and clean the dishes.

Her mind is running laps as she frantically rinses the dishes, drying them and placing them back in the cupboards. She dries her hands, taking her phone out of her pocket with shaky hands. She texts Sua to come and pick her up ASAP.

Before she can go back to watch the movie with them, she gives herself a pep talk while fixing her hair and clothing.

Wonwoo eyes her as she comes back in, splaying his arm out on the sofa to wrap around her. She forces a smile, bringing her knees to her chest.

He leans in, rubbing his hand back and forth on her shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I just don’t feel too good so Sua is coming early.”

“We can go to my room and you can lay on the bed if you–“

Going to Wonwoo’s room and laying down on his bed.

“No. Really, I’m fine. It’s not a big deal.”

He scans her face, debating on whether he should feel her forehead for a fever. He nods, instead pressing a peck to her temple. It was very clear to him how tense and unnatural she was acting. He nods, not wanting to overwhelm her anymore.

After a while, her phone vibrates in her pocket, knowing that it’s Sua telling her she’s outside. The movie is almost over so she sticks it out, hoping her member won’t be too agitated with her for making her wait.

The second the screen fades to black, she stands up and smooths her pants down. “Thank you for having me over, I really enjoyed tonight.” She bows her head to Mingyu before heading to the front door.

“No problem…” Mingyu raises his eyebrow, watching as Wonwoo walks after her.

She struggles to get her shoes on, pushing her bag to her back.

“Mira,” He presses his palm against her back, causing her to flinch. “Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine, don’t worry.” She turns her head, pleading with her eyes for him to take a hint. She makes sure she has everything before pulling the door open.

“Let me walk you–“

“No! It’s fine, I’ll be okay.” She nods, giving him an unexpecting peck on the lips. “Love you. I’ll text you.”

She leaves him no room to argue, shutting the door and rushing to the elevators.

Wonwoo stands at the front door for a second before walking back to the living room. He’s thinking in his head when Mingyu brings him back to reality.

“Is it just me or was she acting really weird?” He points to the door, flattening his lips.

“You noticed?”

Mira quickly gets in the car and fastens her seatbelt. Sua looks her up and down, raising an eyebrow. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, everything is fine.”

“Did something happen–“

“No, nothing happened. I’m just tired so can we please go home?” She presses her arm against the door, holding her head up. When the vehicle doesn’t start driving, she looks over to see the woman staring at her. “Now.”

“Yes ma’am. Sheesh.” She sits back, putting the car in reverse.

“I am despicable.” Mira mumbles under her breath.

April 29, 2024

She can’t help but bite her nails, hesitating on clicking the official music video. She was both anxious and excited to see the final product. She was also fearsome of what she would have to face once she finally watched Wonwoo’s fight scene. She thought it was shameful enough to be thirsting over him, but she didn’t want to come to terms with the fact that she craved to be intimate with him.

Mira pressed on the Maestro music video, listening to the song with her headphones on. She waited impatiently for his part, nearly squealing the second it did. Her jaw hung open, having to replay the scene over and over again.

She zoned out, feeling a warmth fill her center. He looked too sexy and she felt ashamed to be imagining such inappropriate things about him.

“Mira!” Yoohyeon reached back for Mira’s leg, shaking it from her seat.

The girl quickly took her headphones off her head, once again acting like she was caught watching something she was not supposed to. “Hmm?”

“Are you drooling?”

She was not expecting a twenty second video to bother her this much.

[defira85]

Sat here for 10 minutes trying to think of something witty or clever to say and came up blank, but I painted! @aurriearts was proud of my art practice and offered up an art trade and I decided that meant I needed to do just way too much in order to challenge myself and make sure he didn't regret asking me

So. This is his Sidestep from Fallen Hero, Suranga Fernando! Why is Sura in what looks like a bad part of London instead of Los Diablos? Who knows! That's the fun of it.

Thank you for the challenge Chris, and I hope you like it <3

[autistic-sidestep]

guys holy FUCK it's sura!!!!!!! dragons dogma 2 cc is a godsend, finally got a sura that looks how theyre meant to (sans the moles/scars ofc)?

[disaster-bi-shan]

i made my sidestep in swtor again but as an inq! sura makes a very good sith i think :3

[hiddenbeks]

hot problematic women in ur area. i mean. tagged by @katsigian to make some ocs in this picrew! thank youuu this was so fun ����

top row: andrale (hero of ferelden), frida (champion of kirkwall), celyn (inquisitor)

middle row: sura (watcher of caed nua, pathetic wet cat) and vivinna (washed-up musician, hopeless romantic)

bottom row: isabeau (criminal), liah (war criminal), vigdis (newest oc on the block, dragonborn and possibly a werewolf idk)

tagging @pinkfey @tethris @consulaaris @hibernationsuit @yrlietlanaevyss @gwynbleidd as always no pressure to do this tho!

[late-nite-scholar]

Aug 12 (Day 1)- Breath/Forbidden

Noora at-Sura is the Last Dragonborn. When she finds herself in trouble, she goes to the one person she trusts, the person who’s hard work has kept her alive time and again. Prompts by @tes-summer-fest

Redguard LDB x Balimund

Warnings- burn wounds

Wordcount- ~900    

***

A banging on the door jolted him out of sleep. Who in Oblivion would be looking for him in the middle of the night? As he got closer to the door, he stopped and picked up his smithing hammer. Just in case. 

Opening the door carefully, he had little time to react as a body fell through. He caught it, heart leaping into his throat as he recognized her red scarf and small twists of hair. 

“Noora?!” 

“I… I didn't know where else to go.” 

He pulled her inside and shut the door again, locking it tightly. Dropping the hammer, he swept his arm under her legs and lifted her off the ground. At that moment, whatever was keeping her upright and moving melted away, and she sagged against him. 

Carrying her across the house and up to his room, he set her down in the bed he'd just leapt from. Her breath came in short, pained gasps and he could see the leg of her breeches had been torn, no burned away, her skin beneath it red, blistered, and crusted. 

“Noora, what happened? Who did this?” he demanded. 

She moaned, pulling her left arm close to her body. It was then he realized she had no shield, and her arm and sleeve were also burned. But she replied, in a shaky voice. “Cultists. Their kind have attacked me before, but this time they were smart enough to ambush. I escaped, but not unscathed.”

His blood turned cold. “Did they follow you?”

“I believe so. But I do not think they will reach the city for several hours.”

“Good. You rest, I’ve got something that’ll help.”

He bustled around, pulling together ingredients and grinding them into a paste. He must’ve woken Asbjorn, and the boy came wandering in and rubbing his eyes. “What's going on? Why are you making that in the middle of the night?” 

“Noora's here, and she's hurt. We're gonna need some clean bandages. Can you see what we've got?” 

The boy's eyes widened. “Of course! I'm on it!” 

Once everything was ready, they brought it all to where Noora waited. She gave the concoction a wary look. 

“What is this?” 

Balimund shrugged. “Just about the best payment I ever got. A poultice for treating burns. Used it myself many a time over the years and there’s nothing better. We’ll get you back on your feet in no time.” 

“Thank you.” Her soft voice had a little bit of its normal strength back as they began to apply the medicine and bandage her wounds. “It does feel a bit better. This is a most marvellous creation. You said it was a payment? Many thanks to that person, also.” 

“Don’t know who he was. This was back when I was pretty fresh at running the forge for myself. Mage headed for Winterhold came in with a half-lame horse. Said he’d got it at Cheydinhal and it started limping just past the border. Had to completely reshoe the poor beast. He paid me handsomely, and gave me this recipe as a tip. But this should just about do it.”

“Thank you, Sir Blacksmith.”

“Aw, you don’t have to be formal, Noora. Once there’s wounds bein’ patched up I think we’re past that. I’m just glad you found your way to my door.”

“I didn’t know where else to go… who I am rarely endears people to me.” 

“Why not?” 

Their eyes met and he saw golden flecks swimming in hers that he could've sworn weren't there before. “Because I'm not like them. I am the one who makes way for my people by bearing the dragon in the way of yours. As my power grows stronger I am less and less… human. I am seen as a hero, but also something to fear.” 

“I don't fear you.” 

“You are perhaps the only one brave or foolish enough not to. For that, I thank you.” 

“Well, I could think of a lot worse things to be foolish about. How do those burns feel?” 

She smiled. “They hurt, but they are better with your poultice. I appreciate this more than I can say.”

“You don’t have to say anything. Just concentrate on getting better.”

“But the cultists will come. I cannot just lie here.”

“Do you think they’ll attack the city?”

“No. But I don’t want… I don’t want you hurt if they search for me.” She reached out, touching his cheek. He leaned into it, but his voice was serious. 

“They could try. But if there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s swing a hammer. They’ll not get through me and the boy so easily. What do these cultists look like?” 

“They wear brown and gold and strange, pointed masks. They use magicka and weapons as easily as the other.”

“I’ll keep an eye out. But you’re safe here, Noora. Try and get some sleep.”

“Thank you, Sir…” her dark skin flushed, “thank you, Balimund.”

It didn’t take Noora long to fall asleep. Balimund sat up for a while after, cradling his hammer and listening for any sign of trouble. Noora’s breathing had evened out to calm and normal. He had faith in this poultice that had worked so many times for him, but to hear it in her breath itself was a relief. She was going to be alright, and he would make sure she was safe until she was healed. 

Brushing her cheek gently, he whispered a promise. “I’ll guard you with my life.”    

[wanders-in-stars]

wish Argonians had more sliders, man; I wanna go wild with the feathers/horns/fins combos. anyway yeah here's Sura Jai, my spellsword

[sidesteppostinghours]

google search what to do if obsessed with somebody elses ocs

[fandom-space-princess]

a random OC ask for you: what is your OC's favorite memory?

also: if they were dropped in a random city for a day with a pouch full of gold/relevant currency and no obligations whatsoever, what would they be doing?

I only really have the one OC, for BG3. Her name is Sura Tav, and she is cursed (as in "by the gods," rather than in the traditional tumblr sense of the word). Despite being at all times one hard day away from committing arson, she is generally a sweet creature :) little bit of a nerdy weirdo, but aren't we all.

what is your OC's favorite memory?

Sura had an odd, strained childhood. Her parents died at her birth (they had no one to blame but themselves for this), and so she was raised by a sometimes-friend, sometimes-colleague of her father's, a curmudgeonly old tiefling named Tethos Tav. He was a mercenary and ranger; not really fatherly, but he did as well by her as he knew how to do. She referred to him as "Uncle," and grew up following him everywhere like an uncanny little shadow.

They didn't have much, and never stayed in one place for very long, so good times were few and far between. All her most cherished memories are of Tethos, of the lessons he taught her: how to hunt, how to track, how to move silently and swiftly through any forest or city street. In particular, she remembers her first lessons in the rites of animal speech. She remembers how he taught her to look beyond what she expected to see, to experience the world through the eyes of a creature unlike her and hold that vision in her mind without judgement. To understand a beast, he told her, you must know in your marrow that the only difference between you and it is perspective. She can no longer recall how old she was when he taught her this, but it was young enough that it fundamentally shaped how she saw the world as she grew.

if they were dropped in a random city for a day with a pouch full of gold/relevant currency and no obligations whatsoever, what would they be doing?

Eating, no question. She's had enough of being hungry for her entire life, thank you. She loves to find and try as many different kinds of food as possible. The less familiar to her, the better. Regional dishes or weird little street food stalls or the local tavern owner's family recipe for Everything Stew... she'll take a full plate and be back for seconds. You'd think no one had ever fed her before.

[aurriearts]

[id in alt text]

so those identity issues huh

[justmochi]

231124 MIRA INSTAGRAM UPDATE

mira_xinyi96 OOTD This my fashion

[umbralastra]

Finally putting Sybille's backstory to word document lol!

Her parents were neglectful, and Sybille grew to be independent very quickly and set off on her own to live in the Central Shroud. Sybille heard the whispers of the elementals and learned she had a talent for healing magic when she healed a young bird after it fell from a nest. She became well-known for her healing magic assisting the sick, and it attracted the attention of a padjal, A-Sura-Kotor who offers to give her a home in Gridania. After negative experiences with Gridanians in the past, Sybille wasn't eager to accept, but A-Sura offered to teach her how to better harness her healing powers, and she was too curious to refuse. Over time, Sybille grew to trust A-Sura and gradually grew to accept him as her father. They're still very close and Sybille often takes leaves of absence to visit him.

[autistic-sidestep]

hi reve 4.2 demo now has me obsessed with hg so. introducing inesh almeida half-assed shitpost style. sura begrudgingly working with him after getting the mind dive scene (and wanting family badly cos of outsider scar) means it is very quickly going to find out inesh is actually just some guy that’s really autistic about fish. and it's going to roast him little sibling style every chance it gets

[defira85]

Self reblog to show off but!! I forgot to tag @adorkastock whose pose I used and who has very excellent drawing resources

Sat here for 10 minutes trying to think of something witty or clever to say and came up blank, but I painted! @aurriearts was proud of my art practice and offered up an art trade and I decided that meant I needed to do just way too much in order to challenge myself and make sure he didn't regret asking me

So. This is his Sidestep from Fallen Hero, Suranga Fernando! Why is Sura in what looks like a bad part of London instead of Los Diablos? Who knows! That's the fun of it.

Thank you for the challenge Chris, and I hope you like it <3

[disaster-bi-shan]

i LOVE seeing ocs with mobility aids. ik im not really on sw kick atm but. if you have a swtor oc that has a mobility aid i want to hear about them [chinhands]