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rjthirsty · 3 months ago

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Tempting a Tiger

Gilbert/Dahlia (OC)

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Tags: Aphrodisiac, Smut, Vaginal Fingering, Biting, Part 1.

A/N: @alfons-sylvatica wrote a few pieces from Gil's POV, and I was inspired to try my hand at it. This is what ended up being the next Gil piece since then, so here we are.

The little rabbit's footsteps were soft and erratic as she moved closer to the doorway of my study and then retreated again and again. Her nervousness was almost palpable. Dahlia always had big emotions that could be felt without needing to land my eyes on her. She likely didn't even know she projected her feelings so loudly. It's no wonder people were constantly paying attention to her, she exuded comfort and concern to a degree that even the most inept person could sense her empathy. I hated that about her. No, I loved that about her, but hated that others were drawn to her because of it.

Dahlia's pacing stopped and a light rapping came from the door, almost as if she still hadn't decided to come to me with whatever it was that was plaguing her. The familiar scent of sweets hadn't drifted into the room, telling me she wasn't here to negotiate for herself.

It wasn't like the little rabbit to come to me over issues she believed she could handle without my assistance, and I had to punish her often for going to others rather than relying on me. Despite my intense desire to fix any wrongs done to her, I continued to work, ignoring the tentative knocking. A part of me felt the need to continue to test the depth of her love for me, and by pretending I was occupied, I could then see if she would choose to go to another. I might have to kill him this time if it's Walter again.

The latch clicking as Dahlia let herself in was a comfort and eased my momentary murderous thoughts. Mimicking surprise at her arrival, I smiled as I looked up at her. "Visiting me in the middle of the day? How bold my little rabbit has become."

Her smile was faint, forced, and fleeting as she turned to close the door behind her. "I'm sorry to bother you—"

"It isn't a bother." I interrupted. I hated her apologies for things that I wanted her to do. I set down my pen and brought my elbow to my desk, leaning forward to rest my chin in my palm as I watched her cross the large office.

"Okay, I know. I know you always have time for me. But this is…" She trailed off, her eyebrows knitting together and her lips pursing. "Perhaps this was misguided. I'll talk to you about later."

"Tell me." She was attempting to back pedal before she even got out what it was she wanted. Deeply curious as to what she was so vexed about, I gave her the order, knowing it would assure her she made the right choice to come to me. My orders were absolute, even for her. The hint of a smile touched her lips. Relief.

With a small nod of her head - likely an internal approval for herself - Dahlia reached into her pocket and withdrew a glass bottle that fit in the palm of her hand. She bent forward to set it on my desk between the two of us and naturally, my eyes moved to the minimalistic decorated vial. There wasn't much adorning the container, but the glass was crafted with a flare that told me this wasn't something for the average citizen. Inside was some sort of liquid colored a deep redish purple, it looked like a small, delicately designed bottle of wine.

My gaze drifted from the bottle to the little rabbit who gripped the fabric of her dress and hid her fists in the folds of her skirt - something she did to keep from wringing her hands. She dipped her nose towards the vial and donned a neutral expression, flatly stating, "Prince Kasey gave it to me."

I waited for her to explain, as she would feel the need to. It wasn't more than a second later that she launched into her story, though I could already guess several of the details by this point. If Kasey gave it to Dahlia, they knew she would bring it to me and to my attention. It was something I should know about, something that the nobility was dealing in. Likely some sort of drug, and based off the design, it's meant to entice people to indulge like some sort of taboo. It wouldn't be poison or directly harmful - Kasey wouldn't endanger Dahlia like that - though Kasey would also be aware Dahlia would confront me about it.

"It's— uh… Well, you see, I was talking to Prince Kasey and they— I didn't specifically request something like this, and it wasn't like I was talking about our personal life, though they are your sibling and they tend to ask some rather invasive questions much like you."

Note to self: Restrict Kasey's access to the little rabbit. It was easy to keep my genial smile and wait Dahlia out as she fumbled with her words.

"So they just offered me a gift and suggested I slip it into your tea— oh! It isn't poison! Or at least that's what Kasey assured me, but I'm not going to dose you with something— I would never do that. And I considered going to Walter with it, but then I thought it would be much more awkward to explain to him how I came into possession of it and what it supposedly was and I didn't think that was appropriate."

She really has no idea how much it annoys me that she thinks of any other person before me first. "Why is that?" I tilted my head while inquiring.

"Oh…" Dahlia's eyes darted away and her cheeks began to flush a faint shade of pink. She pressed her lips together and shuffled in her footing. "Because… it's… an aphrodisiac." She drew out the words as her gaze circled back around to glance at me, then down at the bottle as if she were too embarrassed meet my eye.

"Ahaha," I couldn't help but laugh at how incredibly demure she was acting. Dahlia was hardly shy when it came to our physical activities, but it seemed that having to speak about them was another matter to her. She was ridiculously cute at the moment, so much so that I wanted to pounce on her right then and remind her of the type of woman she was when pinned in my arms and between my teeth.

"If you're just going to laugh about it, I should have waited until later. At least then I could have escaped to my room without anyone seeing how inflamed my cheeks are." Dahlia fanned her now darkly blushing face with her hands, even the tips of her ears were coloring. This was the reason she was nervously pacing outside the door.

"Heehee. As if I would have let you escape. And how exactly did Kasey come to offer this again?" Picking up the bottle, I lifted it to the light, peering through the translucent glass and deep color of the liquid inside.

"You know how they are." Dahlia answered vaguely.

I glanced in her direction as I lowered the bottle, once again, she wouldn't meet my gaze. Popping the stopper, I gave the contents a brief sniff - it smelled strongly of alcohol and herbs, some sort of tincture if not straight alcohol. "I do know how they are, which makes me worry for you even more, little rabbit."

Dahlia pressed the back of her fingers to her cheeks to further cool her face, her color returning closer to her natural shade. "Please, Gil, like there's any reason to worry about Kasey."

To refute her chiding, I lifted the aphrodisiac between us presenting concrete proof of a reason to worry.

"That doesn't count! I brought it to you! I couldn't bear fretting all day about how to explain later and decided now was the better time— And it was for you anyways. It's not like Kasey had any intent involving me and them." Dahlia's eyes went wide as she realized the slip she had made, quickly clamping her mouth shut and turning to her head to her left in an attempt to shield herself from my grin.

"You're actually interested in testing this little concoction out, aren't you? What a naughty little rabbit."

"I told you they said to slip it into your tea. I think I was very clear and forthcoming from the beginning." Dahlia retorted as she smoothed out her skirts, finding anything else to look at besides me.

"By locating me while I might be busy, you thought you could save yourself from having to divulge your desire to see if it works, right, little rabbit?"

"Oh, I just remembered something, I was going to make you some cookies. Thank you for your time, Gil, I'll be going now." Dahlia patted her skirts and turned her back on me.

"I suppose I have no choice," I heaved a dramatic sigh to emphasize my manufactured resignation to what I was about to do. "I'll just have to drink it now." Upending the bottle, I poured the contents into my mouth, swallowing down part of it. Dahlia spun around to face me and I gave a closed mouth smile, the bottle now empty.

"Wait! Ah! Gil!" Her eyes darted from the bottle to me, her feet carrying her quickly to my side of the desk. "It's the middle of the day, you weren't supposed to drink it now! And I don't even know— oh gods, you drank the whole thing?!"

Frantically she fretted over me. Obviously she was expecting to push this idea onto me for late in the night, and it was clear she thought I'd be more cautious with the contents. I had to hold the chuckle down that threatened to escape seeing her panicked over something so frivolous. However, now that she was within easy reach, I snatched her wrist and pulled her onto my lap, then cupped the back of her head as I pressed my lips to hers.

Instantly she gave into my demand for a kiss, but as her lips closed against mine, I unleashed the mouthful of liquid I had been holding onto, forcing it into her mouth. She gave out a small noise of surprise, but didn't pull away, swallowing down the aphrodisiac I had shared with her. Once her mouth was empty of the tincture, she opened her lips for me to force my tongue inside where she met me enthusiastically, her tongue swirling and caressing mine.

I grabbed at her corset and tugged it lower, letting her breast fall free from the stiff fabric, only covered by her blouse. Dahlia moaned into my mouth, and I roughly squeezed her breast. The thought that she would need some sort of aphrodisiac to gain my affections was ridiculous. I would gladly take her anywhere, any time - it had always been her who would put our fondling on hold for later in a place she was more comfortable. I didn't blame her for wanting privacy, she understood what it meant if someone were to come across us, and I understood why she cared so much for others - it was one of the reasons I fell in love with her. But I didn't have those reservations. I held little regard for the sanctity of life, and if anyone other than Roderic saw the little rabbit in that manner of engagement, I would simply kill them.

Breaking away from her mouth, Dahlia gasped for air, another sweet moan rolling out of her as I wet her blouse with my tongue, toying at her nipple under the thin material. It stiffened immediately, turning into a bud that was easier to catch with my teeth in a bite that had her arching her back to push her chest closer to me.

"Gil, wait." She weakly protested while I sucked her nipple through her wet shirt.

"Why? Isn't this what you wanted?" I bit the swell of her breast, squeezing her softness in my hand.

"Hnmn— yes, but…" Her hands glided over my jacket, sliding to cup my cheeks. She pulled gently, bringing my face to see hers. Her eyelids were heavy with lust, her light pink eyes burning with desire. I knew this look from her. "We're in your office. I thought we'd be— you know, in your room."

"I don't mind." Leaning in, I bit her bottom lip. She flexed her lips and pulled her mouth closed, stealing her lip from between my teeth.

"Mn. But I do. This isn't what I had imagined— and that was so unfair of you forcing me to drink it too!" She pouted, her bottom lip naturally protruding and once again I caught it between my teeth to bite, this time harder.

She drew in a quiet hiss and I knew I had bitten her hard enough to leave her lip swollen for hours, especially if I continued to toy with it like I intended to do. Aphrodisiac or not, I was dedicated to partaking of the little rabbit today - for her to want to turn to some drug makes it seem like I've been neglectful. Though I do confess, I want to see how this concoction might draw out a more lewd side of Dahlia. Even if it turns out to be nothing, the excuse is there for her to let go of inhibitions, and now she has something to blame for showing me a side I haven't yet uncovered myself.

I took Dahlia's mouth again, hiking up her skirts as I pushed my hand higher, grabbing onto her panties to tug them free, but her hands were on top of mine, holding me in place above her skirts. She pulled away from our kiss, the momentary lingering of our lips together not lost on me, she wanted to continue but not here.

"Wait, Gil." She pleaded in exasperation. "Please. Someone could walk in here."

Not just anyone was allowed in the wing I kept my study, but there were enough people that she was not incorrect. Not many of them would enter without my express approval, however, which meant I'd have to answer their knocking on my door. I did understand that it wasn't that someone could come in and see us to Dahlia, but that they would hear her from outside the door, and I did find the prospect to be one I'd be willing to end another person over.

Releasing the band of her undergarments, I reluctantly pulled my hand out from under her skirts. Dahlia slipped off my lap and straightened her clothes, setting her corset back in place as I watched with annoyance. Only her. Only the little rabbit could have me going against my own wishes. Yet, she had no idea how much control she had over me. I was grateful she didn't realize it, but it annoyed me all the same.

I rose from my seat and stood behind her, gathering her long wisteria colored hair and moving it away from her neck. Dahlia seemed to understand what was about to happen because she tilted her head to make it easier for me to nuzzle into the side of her neck. A kiss planted. Another. My gloved hands found her waist and I held her in place. I didn't expect her to move, but I made it clear she was caged in my grasp. Then I sank my teeth into her soft skin and was rewarded with a gentle moan. She had grown to like my love bites, something that pleased me beyond words or reason.

"If you're quite done-- mmmnn," She rolled into another sweet moan as I ran my tongue over the indents I had made with my teeth. She tried to unwrap herself from me, and I once again allowed her to hop freely from my grasp. She swayed as she stepped away, her fingers brushing over the fresh mark I had left in her skin. The way she smiled, the way her cheeks bloomed a gentle pink, I was enthralled and felt myself growing stiff. "I think we should be on our way."

Dahlia's eyes trailed over me in a way that said she was imagining all the things we could get up to once we relocated. "The offer to stay is still on the table," I reminded her.

"Gil," She chided, taking a few steps further from me, her lips still pulled into a smile.

"I am faster than you, you know. I could snatch you up and have you on my desk before you get halfway to the door."

"I know. But I'm not running from you. I'm inviting you along." Dahlia continued to move away from me, watching me cautiously, playfully.

I considered letting her get to the door and pinning her there. She would volunteer to cover her own mouth while I pumped into her. I made most of her clothing these days, I knew the quickest ways to dismantle her dresses. I could have her disrobed in seconds. The thought solidified my erection and I had to shift myself in my trousers while I continued to watch Dahlia retreat.

Perhaps there was something to this aphrodisiac.

When I first drank it, it was clear it was mainly alcohol. The heat that settled in my stomach was nothing new or unusual from having a strong drink. I didn't partake often, but even I wouldn't be laid flat from imbibing that little amount of spirits. Now, however, a buzzing sensation was working its way through me, and while Dahlia held as much command over my libido as she did me, the increasing pressure in my groin was building faster than usual. I was really considering not allowing her to leave.

She spun when she was halfway to the door, quickly closing the last of the distance and escaping from my hungry gaze. I stalked after her, attempting a casual pace that would gain on her as long as she wasn't actively racing down the corridors. My heart rate increased and a tingling began in my extremities. The overwhelming desire to press my teeth into Dahlia again and again - to mark her without a shadow of a doubt that she was mine - it filled up my mind as if I was only capable of a single thought, and that thought was primal in nature.

Dahlia kept a quick pace in front of me, allowing me to watch her atypical movements she was trying to suppress. Her fingers toyed with my most recent mark on her neck, then she pressed on it as if to cover it or prevent herself from touching it so gently. She dropped her hand and crossed her arms, but moments later she would repeat the same toying and attempts to stop herself from touching. I was curious what sorts of things she was feeling due to the tincture we had shared, but it was only a passing thought in the sea of lustful plans I was concocting otherwise in my conquering of her once we were alone again.

Her steps slowed and faltered. Her hand reached for the wall to steady herself, but I was there with a hand on her arm ready to scoop her up if her legs gave out. She gasped as soon as I touched her, her eyes fluttering to look up at me as she panted. Whatever she was feeling from the aphrodisiac appeared to be compounded more than what I had experienced thus far. Her feverish cheeks were a color only I got to see when we were together, and the way she was looking at me with eyes that looked like they could overflow with tears at any moment, wavering with heat and desire— I would kill anyone who saw her like this. This was mine alone.

"I think I've made a mistake." Dahlia admitted and leaned against the wall. Whether she was attempting to use it for support or shy away from me, I wasn't sure.

I leaned closer, fitting my knee between her legs, pressing my hips to hers, moving my hand from her arm to the wall to hold her in place. "It's too late to turn back, little rabbit. We're closer to the destination than where we started."

Dahlia nodded sluggishly. "I didn't expect it to hit me so fast. How are you so normal? That's not fair," She whined.

I was anything but normal at the moment, but decades of covering up my true feelings helped hide that from her.

My gaze moved over her face. So pathetic and needy. So beautiful. Her eyes half-lidded. Her parted lips. Her bosom rose and fell with every labored breath. Even covered by her chemise, I could see her chest laid bare and the rosy nipples that dotted those soft mounds of hers. I pushed my leg higher between her legs, letting my thigh slowly grind against her crotch padded by the layers of her skirt. Dahlia's eyelids sank closed, her head leaned back to rest against the wall, her hands clutched at whatever she could grab, and I felt her weight shift onto my leg to add to the pressure my thigh afforded her cunt.

Her eyes cracked open to hazily look at me, and while I knew the reasonable thing to do would be to scoop her up and finish the last of our brief journey to the privacy of our room, I didn't want to wait any longer before being rewarded with the way my name came strained between her lips as she cried in ecstasy. We were, of course, more prone to being discovered here than my study, but the way the urge to provide her with a little relief clawed at my mind it tore sound reasoning to shreds.

I pressed a finger to my lips in a hushing motion, watching her eyes dip to glance at the gesture then lift with a slow blink to meet my gaze. She didn't offer an answer, but her silence was an answer of its own. I moved that finger to her own lips that she dutifully opened further to let me fit the tip of my glove between her teeth. Biting the seam, she held my glove as I slipped my hand free and lowered it out of sight, below her waist, drawing up her skirts. With my knee positioned between her legs, it was easy to keep her dress bunched high enough that I could fondle her without needing my other hand to manage, allowing me to keep it against the wall, holding Dahlia in place.

My cold fingers grazed her thigh, and a breath shuddered into the little rabbit. She must have forgotten she was holding my glove, or perhaps she didn't care at the moment, because she let it fall at the same time that she brought her hand up to cover her own mouth. Dahlia knew she wasn't quiet with her sounds of pleasure, and either she would have to keep herself in check, or I would. My attempts, however, were half-hearted and often led to her being louder.

Caressing the sensitive softness between her legs on top of her panties, I could feel the moistness that was seeping out of her between her lower lips. Her undergarment wasn't damp, but there was a wetness that had taken up residence near the entrance of her cunt. As tempting as it was to linger, I moved higher to put pressure on the bud buried between her labia, stroking the area a few times until I was certain I had the right spot. I watched as Dahlia's eyes rolled back. I felt her hips rock against my fingers, trying to position herself where she liked it best. I loved that about her, she wasn't shy at all about making sure she enjoyed every moment of our time together.

I didn't want to make her work for her own climax, but I loved watching her take control. It was highly arousing to see this pure and beautiful woman grinding against my fingers and thigh as she worked herself into a lovely mess. It took all my restraint to only provide minimal help and not sink into her where I longed to be. The damp spot in her underwear was spreading as she rutted against me, I could feel it on my knuckles with every slow drag of her pussy rubbing my fingers through the fabric. My cock ached and I pressed our bodies closer together, tucking my face near her ear to whisper to her.

"How bold, little rabbit." Dahlia made a noise of acknowledgment, her hand still clamped over her own mouth. Her hips still working her clit on my fingers.

"Look at you. Grinding against my hand. Such a pervert. Out in the open like this." She whimpered in her throat.

"It's okay, though. I'll accept every perverted part of you." I pulled away from her rubbing and slipped my fingers under her panties, slowly gliding between her slicked lips with fingers and thumb to lubricate her swollen clit. I could feel the way her body shuddered with my touch, close to release, but not quite there. She was throwing a quiet tantrum on the edge of orgasming.

"Shhhh, my little rabbit. I'll get you there." Swirling my thumb around her stiff nub, I pressed into it on the side I knew she preferred. She practically melted between the wall and myself. The first huffed moan was muffled behind her hand. I felt my cock twitch in response. Gods, I wanted to be inside her.

Twisting my wrist, I sank my fingers in her hot cunt, continuing to rub and flick her clit with my thumb. Her hole clenched around my two fingers, but she was already so aroused that there was nothing preventing me from pushing two knuckles deep even with her clenching. Her inner walls fluttered as I stroked inside her while simultaneously thumbing her clit. I could feel the tension building inside her. I could feel every muscle of hers flexing and tightening, winding her core into a taut spring that threatened to unravel violently.

Dahlia choked down her moans, giving only small whimpers and whines that continued to be muffled with her own hand. I curled my fingers, searching for the rougher textured part not deep within her with the pads of my fingers. Pumping inside her a few times, Dahlia's thighs squeezed against my own, she was close. I roughly stroked the rubbery spot inside her, feeling her pussy twitch and throb. Her hand clutching my jacket pulled me closer to her, though we were already chest to chest, there was no way for me to move closer without becoming part of her. A thought I would gladly entertain.

She slowly writhed under me, rising into me as she arched her body, falling onto me as she lowered her hips to help me stimulate inside her. The spring finally snapped, and I felt the recoil rip through her. First on my fingers as she clamped around them, her cunt flexing again and again as I refused to let up on her sensitive areas. I stroked her through every spasm and pushed into her clit to rub roughly with my thumb pad.

Her moans were forced from her throat, but her hand still held them within her mouth, not letting them grow as loud as she could be. I nipped at her ear. I truly wanted to bite her bare shoulder or other part, but she was still clothed and few places were available for me to latch onto. She shuddered and grew still save for her heavy breathing and the throbbing between her legs that urged me to keep caressing her, that begged me to fill her with myself. I was nearing my own limit on keeping myself controlled.

"Are you able to walk?" I murmured, my fingers still nestled inside her, my mind still wrapped up in the idea of making her come again. I needed her to attempt to pull free or I would continue where we were. I needed her to insist on moving, or I would take her where we stood. It wouldn't be difficult to free myself and pull her onto my cock. To drive her against the wall. I could pull most of her clothes off with one hand and carry her weight with the other, she was much lighter than she believed.

"Gil." The way my name dripped from her lips had my fingers twitching inside her, had my cock throbbing against her, had me leaning heavier on top of her, pressing her down into the stone behind her. "You have to… um..." Her cunt flexed around my fingers and I understood she meant for me to remove them, but her tone was weak and I found it hard to believe she meant what she was implying.

For a moment I toyed with the idea of playing dumb, making her either say it or pushing further inside her to coax out her true desires. I doubted she would request I stop if I started again. My entire being was burning to become part of hers.

"Gil…?" Dahlia whimpered, and I knew she was struggling just as much, if not more than I was. She gently pushed against me and I forced a small chuckle as I removed myself from her, slowly unpinning her from the wall and letting her get steady on her feet before I moved fully away.

"I couldn't tell if you wanted more or if you were satisfied." I teased to cover my own momentary loss of control. Her cheeks were still flushed, her eyes still glossy and heated, her breathing still labored. She wanted more, it was easy to tell.

"I… want more, but not here." Dahlia tucked her chin and averted her eyes, her fingers needlessly brushed at her hair as she busied herself before stepping off towards our final destination. "I'm… feeling more pent up— like that did nothing to help, and instead, I'm craving you more than ever."

I was at my limit. She couldn't say something like that and expect me to stay sane.

Without warning, I snatched her up into my arms. Dahlia screeched in surprise and quickly latched her arms around my shoulders, staring up at me with wide eyes. I might have frightened her, but at the moment I didn't care. Carrying her was quicker than letting her shakily lead us to the bedroom, and I simply couldn't wait any longer. I must have been making a scary face because I felt Dahlia shiver in my arms, but my sights were set on the door at the end of the hallway. We needed to get behind it and soon or I'd fuck her in the corridor in all the ways she didn't deserve to be treated.

#ikepri fanfic #ikepri gilbert #ikemen prince #smut #gilbert von obsidian #rjthirsty characters #rjthirsty fanfic

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karldotorg · 1 month ago

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You should perchance give me you’re favorite ocs face claims or a physical description so I can perchance draw him for you KARUL

Oh ho ho! My favorite oc is probably my boy Matt! He's so fun to write, dialogue wise, because in all honesty he's just a worried big brother! I love him so much!!

Here's some pictures of what I think he looks like. I picture Matt with like redish / blonde hair because he's out in the sun a lot and he has dark brown eyes (unlike the references haha)

He wears a black shirt under his brown leather jacket he's had since like. forever lol. and he sports regular blue jeans and brown cowboy boots

When his character was just a concept in my mind, I was definitely influenced by Dallas Winston but as I started writing him more he's ended up like a younger (about 18-19ish) version of Darry lol

#scotty n matt #writblr #i love matt #he's my favorite #don't tell scotty i said that

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mithykster · 2 months ago

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OC post time! As I am developing these characters I try to lay down their face shapes and their clothing. Especially this girl here is super fun to draw :) The uniqueness of her face makes me very happy, but it also adds some difficulty. In earlier sketches, I think I managed to make her look a bit more ferocious by lowering her forehead and I think somehow making her face more blocky and eyes more sunken? I wasn't quite able to replicate it, but I do wonder if this is more fun. I do really like the softness of her cheeks and I love the receding chin. It's such a cool feature :) Let me know what you think!! Should she look more like the warrior she is?

For her clothing, I think a muted red suits her well, and white and yellow accents always complete the look. However, somehow especially redish hues do not transfer from my drawing tablet to my image saving at all! I've noticed it's less of a problem with other colours, but red loses absolutely all vibrancy. Here I even put on a correction layer for like 80 percent more saturation.. I already followed some advice on colour settings but I was wondering if other people knew some more about this.

She's quickly becoming a favorite character of mine, although I have to say she still has to be developed a lot. I think her role in the overall story will be super fun to watch unfold.

#art #artists on tumblr #digital art #original art #small artist #digital illustration #original character #oc art #oc artwork #original character art #mithykster ocs #art help #give me art advice please #clip studio paint #character concept #concept art #character art #reference sheet #portrait art

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kojitheopossum · 1 year ago

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I've been venturing through the depths of Tumblr for a while looking at other people's siren ocs/concepts and I'm absolutely in love with your Etho! I've been wanting to make my own siren-ish character for a while but I don't want it to be just upper human half with fish tail you know? If there's any tips fun facts or in your opinion must haves that I can work with I'd deeply appreciate it🙏🙏 Have a nice day!! :D

That's awesome I'm so glad you like his design!! I think there's two major things you should go for when designing a siren without making it look like a human and fish tail slammed together.

One I'd say is incorporate nonhuman features on the upper half, realistically a siren would only appear human from a distance, so closer up feel free to make features more extreme. I'd opt to make the "nose" more flat since it's only being used to appear human. Keep stuff like scale patterns consistent on the upper half and include large gills, large fish have bigger gills which run further down the side. Also, make sure the human part is not half of the entire siren, the fish part should be longer/bigger.

Second I'd say is consider biological features. For instance, ethos mouth appears small to stay human like, however, since his prey tends to be larger, his mouth can expand open, using longer fangs to latch onto prey. I've already talked at length about ethos specific biology in the au tag which can help give you some ideas. When figuring this out, I looked to a lot of real organism for this help, specifically eels (fangtooth and moray), and knifefish. I also knew I wanted him to stay deep in the ocean, which is why he's a pale redish white, and has bioluminescent spots. Looking towards real life examples especially when you know some general info about the siren is super useful in all.

#asks #siren’s song au #hopefully some of that is useful anon <33 #wishing you the best of luck designing ur own fishy

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derelictheretic · 6 months ago

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I made another failcore trans father figure, I swore I would stop making oc's for this damn story but I feel like two of the main characters can't just have a faceless guardian so here's Mac. Rhea and Danny moved into the vacant house next to his and he got more worried about these two wierd kids as the months dragged on and he saw shit he couldn't explain.

Not to mention the couple of times Rhea set the kitchen on fire and Danny nearly fell off the roof gave him a few extra grey hairs; so after a while of talking to them and having them invade his house anyway he pseudo-adopts them and starts taking care of them. (Rhea changes their hair and eye colour to match his, which freaks him out at first but then he's super sappy about it. Danny's hair gets a subtle redish tint and they say it was always like that.)

#oc art #found family #multiverse #dimension hopper oc #trans oc #oc: Mac Valentine #oc: Danny Valentine #oc: Rhea Valentine #Achilles Doodles #when ur a trans irish man and u adopt two weird half-human half-god kids and they both also grow up genderqueer #we love a queer household full of love and acceptance #story: Valentine Byrne

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coffeebooksrain18 · 7 months ago

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Oc matchup trade for @sugutoad hope you like it girly!

I match Myrielle with...Harwin Strong!!!

HEADCANONS

The day they met was at a tourney, she was sitting next to her brother Alaric hoping a knight would crown her their queen of love and beauty. Ever since Harwin was a boy he had a crush on Myrielle, so to see her favor not be taken yet put nothing but pure joy through his soul. He quickly asked for it on his first match and when he won the tourney he named her his queen of love and beauty.

After the tournament, your father and his quickly set up a betrothal, so the two started with walks through the gardens, then picnics by the beach, and at some point, they were sneaking off to abandoned halls to kiss. to say rumors were following the two of them would be an understatement. so much so your fathers agreed a quick wedding was in order and Harwin and Myrielle didn't put up a fight. for why should they, they already wanted this.

one of their favorite pastimes if for Harwin to sit her in his lap and have her read to him. her voice soothing him after a hard day with the city watch, and calms her for all she wants is to feel his touch, feel his heart beat as she rests her head upon his chest. and both are more than happy to oblige the other.

the night Myrielle went into labor for the first time was terrifying for both of them. her because her mother became ill after her, and Harwin cause he has to see his wife, the love of his life in excruciating pain and there is nothing he can do to help. the maesters do try and make Harwin leave but when he refused no one really wanted to argue with the man nicknamed "Breakbones".

when their son is born, a chubby thing with thick brown hair that already curled, neither could stop staring at him. he was too precious, too innocent, for how could they have made something so pure? "what are you thinking for a name, my love?" Harwi asked as he twirled a piece of their sons hair around his finger. "I was thinking...Lyonal. after your father." Myrielle answered with a smile. so Lyonal it was, and just so you know he was a wild child there wasn't one hour one of those two wasn't chasing after him screaming "NO! GET BACK HERE!"

HOUSE

I put her in House Tyrell, her soft and kind nature mixed with her cunning and ambitious nature matches them perfectly! also her redish brown hair matches them as well so it was a obvious choice for me to put her in house Tyrell.

DRAGON

I give her Silverwing! her kind and gentle nature matches Sliverwing perfectly! so much so that even before reading Myrielle's info I knew who her dragon would be. I think when she claimed Silverwig it was more of the dragon claiming her than the other way around. Myrielle was sitting on the beach with her son, Lyonal, when a great silver beast landed next to them and stared straight at her. She quickly picked up her son ready to run away or at least try to when the beast nuzzled up to her and laid on the ground before her. when King Viserys was told the story he knew that Silverwing had found her new rider.

SHIP TROPES

Brute (Harwin) x Gentle (Myrielle) Idiot always getting hurt (Harwin) x Personal nurse (Myrielle) Kind x Kind

SHIP SONG(S)

What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction Espresso By Sabrina Carpenter

OTHER RELATIONSHIPS

Rhaenyra Targaryen and Myrielle don't like each other one bit. at first, they didn't care about the other, but when Harwin came to Myrielle telling her how the crowned Princess tried to seduce him by calling him into her chambers and stripping in front of him. he swore he left and the next day when Rhaenyra would glare his way is the moment Myrielle knew he told the truth. Rhaenyra had turned to another lord to have her children instead.

Aegon Targaryen had always had a little boy crush on Myrielle, she had always found it cute and let him chase after her. He followed her around so much little Lyonal and Aegon became best friends, their friendship was so strong it would be sung well into Aeny II's ruling.

Alicent Hightower was dear friends with Myrielle, she was one of the few people who didn't treat the Queen poorly or in fear, she treated her like another Lady of Court only with a bit more respect as she is owed. because of this, it isn't a strange sight to find the two drinking tea and venting about life.

Larys Strong had always unnerved Myriellle, she would be kind to him but if she didn't have to interact with him she wouldn't. his calculating eyes and how it always felt like he was using her like some pawn. to say she was relieved when Harwin decided to take over his families seat would be a understatement.

Simon Strong was a funny old man in Myrielle's eyes. he loved to tell stories on Harwin's childhood. Harwin tries to stop them but even then he's laughing at the memories. hearing these stories makes Myrielle realize why their son Lyonal is so wild, because Harwin was. Myrielle adored Simon so much the next time she was pregnant and it was a son, she quickly named him Simon.

MOONBOARD

#My Criston Cole [🥀]#house of the dragon #hotd #matchup exchange #matchup trade #hotd matchups #hotd matchup #moonboard #moonboards #hotd moodboard #oc: myrielle vallici #harwin strong #house tyrell #silverwing #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #aegon ii targaryen #larys strong #simon strong

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silver325 · 2 months ago

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A shitty guide to how I color

someone recently asked me how I color my illustrations so heres a quick tutorial. I use csp but any halfway decent drawing software should work. This is the brush I use but any low opacity blend-y brush could work. Its nothing fancy

first start with you lineart. Heres the lineart I'm using:

Next I always start by coloring the skin. I don't color in the lines because I later on blend the skin tone into the hair and clothes(trust me on this)

I then blend it into the hair and color in the eyes

Next I begin coloring in the eyes and skin. I use a reddish tone for blush and a less saturated redish purple to shade. for the hair I blend in a bunch of different colors in similar shades to the base. Because my ocs hair is blonde i used pastels but you can use any colors. You really have to trust the process and just keep blending.

for the clothes I begin by simply blending out all the other colors into the area like this using my base color

then I keep blending till it looks more like this:

then I blend in more colors. the real trick is to just add colors and blend until you like it

I then do the same for the shirt

and then I add highlights and its done!!

I hope this is helpful:DD

also if you use this and post your art on here please tag me because I'd love to see it

#art #my art #illustration #ocs #artwork #digital art #tutorial #how to #art resources #resource #art tips #shading #coloring

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vilandel · 1 year ago

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Black Clover Next Generation III ♣️💘

Family Tree of House Vermillion

Fire Vermillions

Plant Vermillions

I've already talked a bit about Mimosas and Langris children here, so I won't go too much into details yet (that will be for the profiles).

Just so you know, Kirsch is actually an excellent uncle and to Mimosas surprise, well loved by her children. He also became an uncle for Finrals and Finesses children.

As for the Fire Vermillions, Esclarmonde and Yogan are the oldest of their generation.

Yogan is the only son of Mereoleona and Yosuga (their marriage/bond/whatever is rather special in many ways I'm still figuring it out^^'). He is actually as calm as his parents are wild.

Yosuga and Mereoleona can have their most fierce, devastating battle training and he can just sit unbothered in the middle of it with a book.

Just so you know, he is very powerful magic-wise, in fact he is double as powerful as his parents... Him being such a calm boy was a relief for EVERYONE. Yogan also gets along great with his uncle Fuegoleon.

Yogans birth is quite the story, because Mereoleona was fighting an herd of powerful Magic Beasts and some renegade noble bandits WHILE giving birth to her son. Come on, this is Mereo, of course she would give birth during a battle or something.

His parents are still very proud of him.

Esclarmonde is the calmest one of her siblings. She has a romantic soul and the story of her parents underlines this trait even more.

She also wants one day to become Wizard Queen, learns and trains hard for that. This includes also doing charities and learning no-magic first aid. Plans already to make this a basis for Magic Knights training and has talks with her father about it. She and Fuegoleon are really close, a true Father-Daughter trust.

Is determined to join the Crimson Lion Kings and also to become their captain one day.

Orion is wilder than his older sister, but still calm. Let's say that he is calm but with passion.

Doesn't talk much, but shows more. Not very stoic, though, as he smiles often.

Aliénor is much younger than her siblings, another kind of surprise child.

Personality-wise, she is like auntie Mereo.

Leopolds wife is another OC of mine (I'll made a profile one day for her). To sum up, Venus is a peasant, a member of the Green Praying Mantises and rather crazy (she can cut with her Foam Magic).

Their daughter Eleonora is as loud and wild as her parents. She has a soft spot for volcanos, much to auntie Mereos delight.

Their son Espumaleon is practically the shy baby. Was very sick when he was a baby, so his parents are protective about him and his big sister even more.

Unlike Eleonora, Espumaleon prefers calm and fluffy places, especially with pillows and blankets. Or a bubble bath. He also doesn't want to become a Magic Knight.

Yogan as straight and long dark red hair, which he usually wears in a low pony tail, his mother's blue eyes with the Vermillion red eyeliner and he has powerful Lava Magic (Don't make him angry, as he doesn't yell, remains calm but his lava quickly runs wild).

Esclarmonde and Aliénor have all their mother's nacreous eyes and their father's red Vermillion eyeliner. Orion has his father's bright lilac eyes, but also the red Vermillion eyeliner (maybe a bit darker than his sisters). Esclarmonde has wavy waist-long hair, red has Fuegoleon's and also has inherited her father's Fire Magic. Orion has dark purple hair like his mother, but shoulder length and soft just like his father, he also got Litals Star Magic. Aliénor has a wide curly mane like her mother, the color is a redish purple (a mix of her parents hair colors) and got Seafire Magic, a powerful one at that. Noelle one day almost got a heart-attack when little Aliénor accidentally put her Sea Dragon's Roar on fire^^'

Eleonora has long and slightly curly red hair, her mother's jade green eyes, with typical Vermillion eyeliner and got her father's Fire Magic. Espumaleon has black hair like his mother, grass green eyes and red eyeliners from his father, with Venus' Foam Magic.

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nakitengoku · 1 year ago

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oc interview: 💙Vex💙

Shoutout to @mail-me-a-snail for tagging me in this post and also egging me along with getting into Cyberpunk 2077 and subsequently creating Vex 💫

(I don't have a single good photo of Vex so you instead get the Compilation of sillies I've drawn, many featuring Snail's Vance!)

💙 Name?

"Name's Vex, but call me anything you like."

💙 Nickname?

"Some people used to call me V, but that was a while ago."

He used to be called Ghost when he was younger, being able to slip into the background unnoticed at any moment, but he later grew out of that. When he eventually adopted the name V, it was less of a nickname and more of a stage name. It's mostly forgotten now, but some hardcore fans will still recognize and call him V.

💙 Gender?

"Prettyboy 💖"

💙 Star sign?

"Oh, I used to be really into these! If I remember right, My sun and moon are both Libra. Missy could probably tell you more about what that means though."

I decided to take one out of Max's book and use the first time i drew him as his birthday, which if we're going by the absolute first concept, was September 26, 2022. He's changed a Lot since then. Also, reading up on libras with Vex in mind is just 💥

💙 Height?

".....5'8."

He's actually 5'7 and a half.

💙 Orientation?

"Anyone able and willing. Why, you interested?"

If he cared enough about labels, it'd probably be pansexual. But by the end of the day, he doesn't really care what he gets called. As long as he gets what he wants out of it, anything's fine.

💙 Nationality/Ethnicity?

"White."

💙Favorite Fruit?

"Oh man, okay so I've only had it once at an after party forever ago, but it was this round, redish purple thing. When I bit into it, it was a little tart at first, but the inside was such a sweet taste that I was in heaven. By the time I finished and threw the pit away, there were no more left and I nearly cried. I haven't seen it since and I can't remember the name but man. Best organic thing I've ever tasted."

If you give this man a plum, he'd kill someone for you. Which isn't a lot given that that's his job, but still. He'd do it without expecting to be paid in money.

💙 Favorite season?

"Fall, for sure. While I was in Atlanta, they had these parks with trees that would change their colours to these gorgeous shades of reds and oranges. God, kinda makes me wish I could grow something like that here."

I don't actually know the plant life in Nevada or how much the temperature differentiates between the seasons in Night City, but I imagine that what shrubbery they do have there have leaves that are always green or simply non-existent. Vex saw a plant change colour outside of blooming and immediately fell in love with it.

💙 Favorite flower?

"Officially, Lilacs. But between you and me, I'm very partial to forget-me-nots."

He used to be gifted Lilacs all the time during his first career by Jonathan, his producer, but Vex always found himself enjoying the little forget-me-nots that acted as accent flowers than the actual lilacs themselves.

💙 Coffee, tea or Hot chocolate?

"Hot chocolate. Although, I will drink coffee in a pinch."

This man has the biggest sweet tooth. The amount of sugar he puts in his coffee before he chugs it down for the caffeine should be illegal. [I cannot judge bc I am the same way <3]

💙 Average hours of sleep?

'We talking Mean, Median or Mode?"

It varies so much that the actual average ends up being about 6, but um. Do not be fooled into thinking he's actually sleeping 6 hours every night. Think more along the lines of several all-nighters followed by crashing super hard for a day or two.

💙 Dog or cat person?

"Oh, a cat person. I'm just not home enough for a dog."

💙 Dream trip?

"I saw a pamplet once of Crater Lake in Oregon. It was something about the ten deadliest lakes in the world or something, but I'm just into how Blue it is. If I could, I'd visit the rest of those lakes too, but. Eh, I doubt it."

💙 Favorite Fictional Character?

"Hmm, it's a toss up between a side from this really long and old comic from the 2010's and the protagonist from a just as long manga from the 2000's. I think their names were Kanya and Ruffy? It's been 15 years though so don't quote me on that."

It's Kanaya from homestuck and Luffy from One Piece. He likes Kanaya because of her fashion sense and her dealing with the responsibility of her entire species on her shoulders. And he likes Luffy for his optimism and stubbornness. At one point, he imagined finding friends like Luffy did, being surrounded by so much devotion. The reasoning has since faded and he just barely remembers much about them now.

💙 Number of Blankets you sleep with?

"Eight. I like the weight and warmth."

His AC bill is through the fucking roof but he refuses to take a single blanket off, instead insisting on just making the rest of the room freezing. Giving him a weighted blanket wouldn't fix it, but he'd probably go down to five instead of eight.

💙 Random fact?

"When i was really little, my mom used to take me to a church. Don't think it exists any more, but I remember the Stain glass windows, how the light shone through and fell onto her. In normal lighting, I remember her looking pale a sickly, but once a week, with a statue of a half-god watching over us, my mother glowed. She was gorgeous.

"Anyway, I stopped going after she died. For a while it was because I never remembered what day it was, but later it was because I realized I only ever went to see my mom glow."

Thank you for tagging me, Max! This was much longer than what i thought when i was getting into it but I'm still glad I did it.

I can't think of anyone specific who'd want to do this, so if you see this and want to give it a try, please do and tag me! I'd love to see your little blorbos :)

#cyberpunk 2077 #cbp2077 #cp77 #male v #vex #my art #quinn draws #i've been sitting on Vex for so long that this doesn't even cover the basics of him #so if you have questions. please come into my inbox and ask #he is my beloved right now

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mtk2 · 2 years ago

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Wow. I drew something interesting again for once (Well. Anything that wasn't my oc posts)

I drew Blue cuz..... Why not?

Yeah I kinda have a headcannon that Blue wears like... science goggles (though cuz I suck at drawing, they look more like snorkal goggles). Though only when they do stuff potions related. Which sometimes I think isn't a lot.

Btw, if you couldn't tell because of how bad I draw, those redish dots are supposed to be netherwart XD. Finally a drawing that has them.

I don't have much else to say here. Um... Enjoy? I guess? Idk. I need to stop posting oc drawings and draw stuff like this instead cuz it's more interesting than my bad ocs XD.

#animation vs minecraft #avm #animator vs animation #alan becker #avm blue #ava blue

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maskedemerald · 2 years ago

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15 Questions Tag Game

I'm finally getting to catching up on the tags I've gotten while I was ill. You'll be seeing a lot more of me now!

Tagged by @the-down-upside-finch and @taveren-writing because I got tagged twice I'll do this for my OCs from both my upcoming NaNoWriMo projects: Blue is A Curiosity Piqued's current and upcoming protagonists Aelfraed and Arnvalr. Red is Magic Act's protagonists Magician and Night. Sorry this is going to be a long one but hey you get some Fae shenanigans and some detective vs thief shenanigans.

Rules: Answer the 15 questions as your OC or yourself. Tag up to 15 people.

Tagging: @card-queen @pb-dot @thetruearchmagos @dogmomwrites @i-rove-rock-n-roll @stesierra @guessillcallitart @sparrow-orion-writes @ashwithapen @cat-esper @jasperygrace @sam-glade @alnaperera @amaiguri @akiwitch

I'm curious to learn more about you and your characters!

Are you named after anyone?

Aelfraed: I was named after my grandfather... though I was almost named after my father. Very glad that didn't happen its bad enough sharing a lastname. Arnvaldr: Dunno, never met my folks and never bothered to ask my sister Vigdis. Don't really care they were all probably shitty.

Magician: That's actually pretty hard to answer when I don't remember what it was. Night: Wouldn't you like to know human. You can't trick what is mine so easily. You are not that clever. Though the attempt is amusing.

When was the last time you cried?

Aelfraed: A couple of weeks ago now, its been a good thing to have gotten away from the university in the long run despite everything else that happened. Arnvaldr: pft, poor detective. Dunno the last time I did.

Magician: After Night threw me in the deep end. They left me to trick some fae into believing I wasn't human by myself, specifically one that I'm sure was planning to kill me. Night: I apologized for that Magician, you seemed to be fine at the time. You had them convinced. Magician: You called that an apology? Ugh you make absolutely no sense. Do fae even cry? You thought I was ill. Night: Correction, I thought you were ill because you kept sleeping for more time than you were awake. Fae do cry, I have cried. Magician: When? Night: I would rather not talk about it Magician.

Do you have kids?

Aelfraed: I've never really considered it. Arnvaldr: Never, nope. Not happening.

Do you use sarcasm?

Aelfraed: Its not really something I use, I would rather state things clearly. Arnvaldr: Figured you'd pick the boring answer Detective. Life's more fun with a good dose of sarcasm.

Night: Me? Never, I only ever say exactly what I mean. Magician: Uh-huh, sure you do Night. There has to be some sarcasm in all that cryptic stuff you end up saying. Wait... stop laughing its not my fault you manage to say that with a completely straight face!

What’s the first thing you notice about others?

Aelfraed: Their mood probably. The expression on their face. Arnvaldr: Really, doesn't the au... never mind. I guess we have something in common Detective, well sort of.

What’s your eye color?

Aelfraed: They're gray the same as my father's, not a nice kind. They always seem so cold and judging. Arnvaldr: Huh I thought they were darker than that, probably just the lighting. Running across rooftops at night isn't the best way to get a good look at someone. Mine are green in case you missed it. Aelfraed: Are you trying to make finding you easier? Arnvaldr: I'll say again, catch me if you can Detective.

Magician: Mine are a redish brown... Night? What did you do to my eyes! Why are they more red! Night: Pft, you didn't notice Magician? I thought you would have noticed before now. You didn't really think you'd fit in with such ordinary eyes, you've seen mine. I am sure humans do not have this shade of purple. Magician: I was a bit distracted with the ears. Also that's more than just purple.

Scary stories or happy endings?

Aelfraed: I would rather see a happy ending, life is bad enough without adding horror stories to it. Arnvaldr: Wuss, give me horror any day. Happy endings just aren't realistic.

Night: Horror, without a doubt. The more disturbing the better. Magician: That tracks, living with you is like being in a horror story and I've had enough of that. Happy endings please, hopefully I'll get one.

Any special talents?

Arnvaldr: Does thievery count, or maybe my nack for escaping. Aelfraed: I would say no. With what you steal I'm rather surprised you're still alive.

Magician: I'm pretty good with my magic tricks by this point, as long as I have my gear there is a lot I can pull off. Night's is probably being terrifying. Night: ah haha, funny. You are just easy to scare Magician.

Where were you born?

Aelfraed: A smaller town outside of Edinburgh. Arnvaldr: I don't really know, don't really care.

Magician: I was technically born in the city. Mum had to go to the hospital and we didn't have one nearer but I grew up in a small town that's practically countryside. Night: One of the many fae realm pockets. I believe the mirror to Magician's small town though according to Magician the two are quite different.

What are your hobbies?

Aelfraed: Reading, give me a good book and I'll be happy for hours. Even better if I'm learning something. Arnvaldr please don't say theft, please tell me you have something else to do. Arnvaldr: Oh come on, the theft is fun! But if you insist, running... specifically over rooftops.

Magician: Magic tricks, cycling and video games. Night: For me gardening, my blue roses are quite well kept. Though also the stars and my experiments. Magician: Don't give them any ideas, you don't want to be one of their experiments. Its a nightmare. Night: Shhh, you're scaring them away.

Do you have any pets?

Arnvaldr: Hmm I'd like one, not really able to look after one though. Don't tell the Detective I feed the strays when I can, I don't want him getting the wrong idea.

Night: I have Nyx, he's a crow I found near the lake portal. Magician: Wait so Nyx looks like a normal crow because he is?

What sports do you play/have played?

Magician: A little football with my friends, its fun but I'm not serious about it like some of them. Night: I would explain but we would be here for some time, I doubt humans have fae sports.

How tall are you?

Aelfraed: Quite tall, I think I got most of the height in the family. Only my father is taller and that's not by much. Arnvaldr: 5ft 3, less height really helps with the whole thief thing.

Night: You think I am constrained to a specific height? No, though I do prefer to remain on the taller end of things. Magician: A little jealous that you can just choose. I'm 5ft I'm hoping to get a bit more as I get older.

Favorite subject in school?

Aelfraed: Everything, I missed the variety of subjects once I started at University.

Magician: Science, it gave me so many ideas for tricks. Its not really school but I really like the theatre club at the community theatre across town too.

Dream job?

Aelfraed: I don't know right now, I've left university and haven't worked out what I want to do now. What about you Arnvaldr? If you didn't need to steal what would you do? Arnvaldr: Come on, I'd probably still pocket things. Maybe a Focus Engineer or Archeologist. Aelfraed: I didn't know you were interested in history. Arnvaldr: I'm not, but that's where the interesting treasures come from so where better to pocket them. Aelfraed: There's no changing you is there.

Magician: I want to be a magician but I think that's obvious, maybe a stage actor too.

Woooo! Thank you for reading to the end! If you're curious about the projects I'm going to be working on both during NaNoWriMo next month and will be posting more about them!

#writing #writeblr community #creative writing #amwriting #writeblr #magic act novel #writer #mystery #A Curiostity Piqued Series #Medallion Heist Novella

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