#my ocs: ionescu

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new year new me 😈

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The first thing Sergei noticed when he awoke was how warm he was. It was midwinter, a blanket of snow was on the ground, and he hadn’t been this warm in months. Then he blinked his eyes open, and the heat suddenly felt oppressive instead of comfortable when he became aware of his surroundings.

He was lying on a couch, as far as he could tell, in some sort of lounging area. He wasn’t tied down, yet he couldn’t begin to lift his arms or legs. His entire body felt heavy, and his thoughts were slow and muddled, as if he wasn’t fully awake after a long, deep sleep. He could just think clearly enough to remember that he was in danger, but not quite enough to be bothered to do anything about it.

‘Warm,’ his mind whispered to him. ‘Stay still. Comfortable.’

“Back with us, I see.”

The voice startled Sergei enough to clear some of the haze in his mind, and he managed to turn his head to see where it had originated.

A man was lounging in a chair in front of an ornately decorated fireplace, the source of the heat in the room. Despite his simplistic clothing, he radiated an irresistible sort of elegance that transfixed Sergei. He found that he couldn’t tear his eyes away as the man stood and moved toward Sergei’s prone form. Then the man smiled, lips slightly parted, and ran his tongue over sharpened canine teeth, and Sergei remembered everything.

Sergei jolted back and struggled to push himself to his feet. He only succeeded in lifting himself onto his elbows, his limbs already shaking with the small effort. The man - the vampire - looked down at him, and the coldness in his eyes made Sergei feel even weaker. Despite it all, he forced himself to speak.

“Why am I here?” He asked, proud that he was able to keep his voice from shaking. “You killed the others. Why am I still alive?”

The vampire’s eyes narrowed and his mouth pulled back into the beginnings of a frown. “Your friends didn’t kill my thrall, did they?” His tone, ice-cold and venomous, made Sergei pull back further until the hard edge of the settee was digging into his back. “That was all by your hand, was it not?”

Sergei swallowed hard. It had been him, yes, who shot down the thrall. He had taken no joy in ending the life of someone who had once been human, but he had allowed himself the satisfaction of destroying a monster who had ended so many other’s lives. But really, it was more luck than anything that allowed him to land the finishing blow. His task had been to provide support from his hidden spot on an overarching cliff, while the rest of the party engaged directly. The opening for his arrow to find its way to the thrall had seemed like a blessing from the gods, and he had taken it without hesitation.

Despite his current situation, Sergei decided that he didn’t regret his decision. No matter what happened to him, the vampire was short his most loyal servant, and that was at least something accomplished. Even if they had fallen short of their ultimate goal.

“So, what?” Sergei asked, forcing his tone to remain defiant despite the opposite reflected in the way he shrank away from the monster leaning over him. “What do you want with me?”

The vampire regarded him coldly. “I was going to kill you,” he said. “Slowly, of course. But that’s far too…predictable. I considered keeping you to feed off of, but you wouldn’t last nearly long enough for me to be satisfied with your demise.” He paused, and smiled, which Sergei found was far more menacing than the frown he had worn previously. “Then, I realized that I’m in need of a new thrall.” He tilted his head, still smiling, and the cruel glint in his eye grew more pronounced. “And who better to serve the role than the one responsible for the other’s death?”

For a moment, Sergei was frozen, caught between disbelief and outrage. “You’re mad if you think I’d ever agree to serve you,” he hissed.

“I think that you won’t have a choice,” the vampire replied. “Not if you want me to release your sister.”

The mention of Antonia was almost enough for Sergei to throw off the haze that the vampire had placed over his mind. “What have you done with her?” He snarled, trying again to rise from his position. “If you’ve laid a hand on her -”

The vampire laughed. “Oh, she’s perfectly safe. Unharmed, as well, aside from a few scratches from the…scuffle, shall we say.” He leaned forward, his red eyes glinting dangerously in the firelight. “It’s up to you whether she stays that way or not.”

Sergei swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. “Let me see her,” he demanded. “Prove she’s still alive.”

“I don’t think so,” the vampire said. “Not yet.” He lowered himself into a chair across from Sergei, interlocking his fingers and leaning forward. “We still have so much to discuss.”

“I don’t have anything to say to you,” Sergei snapped. “Not until I see Antonia.”

“That’s her name, is it?” The vampire mused. “I suppose proper introductions are in order, though if you’ve come all this way to try to kill me, you probably already know my name. I should hope so, anyway.”

“Emil Ionescu.” Sergei spit out the name like a curse.

The vampire looked satisfied at the sound of his name. “Very good. And you are?”

Sergei hesitated. He knew better than to give out his full name to a magical being, but the pull from the vampire’s influence was too strong to resist fully. “Sergei,” he said, biting his tongue to hold back his last name.

Ionescu looked amused at Sergei’s small show of defiance, and he didn’t push any further. “Well, Sergei,” he said, “my captain tells me that you and your sister were the leaders of the pathetic attempt on my life. Would you care to dispute that claim?”

Sergei bit down harder on the inside of his cheek. He didn’t want to reveal the truth, that Antonia was the true leader of their group, for fear of Ionescu’s anger turning towards his twin sister. He had helped, of course, but his strength was in archery, in support and cover. He wasn’t a leader. That was all Antonia.

“You’ve been feeding off our village for the past three weeks,” Sergei said, trying to deflect the question. It was easy to cover his fear with anger. “Did you think we would stand idly by and let you take what you wanted?”

Ionescu’s eyes flashed. His voice was low and venomous when he spoke. “If you had any sense, you would have.” He tilted his head, and Sergei could see anger resurfacing in the way his body tensed. “I killed no one, and would have moved on within the month. But now…you’ve forced my hand.”

Rage surged up in Sergei like a tidal wave. “Killed no one?” He spat, his voice shaking. “Seventeen of our women and children were bedridden, and three of them nearly saw the stars too early. ”

Ionescu laughed. “I suppose sometimes I forget how fragile you humans are.” He waved his hand dismissively. “None of them died, as I said. I have no interest in depleting my food resources.”

Sergei couldn’t speak beyond a frustrated growl. He knew that vampires didn’t view humans as anything better than cattle, but hearing it from the monster’s lips was something different entirely. He remembered Ionescu’s intentions with him and his anger flared again, paired with a growing sense of dread. If what Ionescu said was true, and he had Antonia captive as well…he was afraid of what he might do to save his sister.

Ionescu smirked, as if reading Sergei’s mind. Something that was entirely possible, Sergei realized. He knew Ionescu was powerful, but he didn’t know the extent of his influence.

“Thinking about my offer?” Ionescu asked. “I’d be happy to provide more details.”

Sergei hesitated. He wanted to tell Ionescu exactly where he could shove his ‘offer’ but he couldn’t risk endangering Antonia.

“Let me see my sister,” he demanded again. “Show me that she’s alive, and then we’ll talk.”

Ionescu leaned forward, gesturing to a shallow bowl half-filled with water that rested on the table in front of Sergei. “If you insist. See for yourself.”

Sergei felt the invisible weight over his body lessen, just enough so that he could sit up, slowly, and lean forward. He glanced warily between Ionescu and the bowl, nervous of some sort of trick. His fear vanished when he saw inside the bowl, where a rippling image of a cell and a figure was visible. He leaned forward further, enough to see that the scene in the seeing glass was of Antonia. His heart raced as he grabbed the edge of the bowl, his eyes scanning over every inch of her form. She was standing, pacing back and forth, a chain around each of her ankles and her hands tugging at her hair. Sergei could see dried blood crusted on the side of her face, and his heart jumped.

“That’s enough of that.” With a swift movement, Ionescu moved the bowl away, disrupting the image in the process. “You’ve gotten what you wanted.” He reached out his hand and grasped Sergei’s chin, tilting his face up to make eye contact with him. “Now it’s time for us to talk about what I want.”

“I won’t serve you,” Sergei snarled. “Kill us both if you want, I won’t become a slave to a monster.”

Ionescu didn’t look deterred by Sergei’s words. “You will,” he said calmly. “The only question is if you will do it willingly, and allow your sister to walk free, or if you will doom her to a slow, agonizing death. It’s your choice.”

“You can’t force me,” Sergei said, but his voice wavered. Truth be told, he didn’t know if Ionescu needed him to be willing in order to enthrall him. That was what he had been told as a child, but he had also been told that vampires had forked tongues like a snake and eyes that made you go blind if you looked into them directly. The way that Ionescu was looking at him made Sergei fear that what he had been told about thralls wasn’t accurate either.

“I can,” Ionescu said, and the glint in his eyes made Sergei believe he wasn’t bluffing. “It would be extremely painful for you, and a bit tiresome for me, but I’m willing to put in the effort.” He smiled, purposefully revealing his fangs. “So, boy. It’s your choice. Perhaps you’d like more details on what exactly I plan on doing to your sister if you say no?”

Sergei’s hands clenched into fists and his resolve wavered. Fear and despair were heavy in his chest as the vampire’s words swirled in his mind. He wouldn’t let Antonia suffer, not any more. But he knew that if he accepted this offer, Antonia would stop at nothing to save him. She would kill herself trying. But maybe he could negotiate.

“You’ll let her live if I agree to this?” He asked. His voice was steady as a plan formed in his mind. “You swear it?”

Ionescu looked at him, his eyes glinting. “By my own blood,” he said mockingly.

Sergei swallowed hard and spoke again. “That’s not enough. Swear you won’t kill her, or any of my kin, now or in the days to come.”

Ionescu’s eyebrows raised. “Oh? You think you have the power to bargain with me?”

“You started the bargaining,” Sergei challenged. “I’m only continuing it. If I’m going to serve you for eternity, I want it to be worth my while.” His heart was pounding in his chest, fear making him weak, but he wasn’t going to accept the terms he had presented with without trying to change them.

“Don’t think you’re smart, boy,” Ionescu said, but his eyes flashed with amusement. “You expect me to stand idly by and give your sister, and all her descendants, free reign to mount attacks against me?”

“Not at all,” Sergei replied, his mind racing to come up with a solution. “If she, or any of my kin, are killed in a fair battle with your men, then I won’t protest. But I want you to swear that you won’t seek out my family, or kill any of them unless they provoke you in a direct challenge.”

Ionescu laughed again. “Quite the little negotiator, aren’t you? But I’m not satisfied. If I am going to hand out protection to your family, then I want more than your servitude.” He leaned forward further, his grip on Sergei’s chin tightening. “You won’t just be a thrall, Sergei. You will be my right hand, my first thrall. Those are my terms.”

The silence in the room was palpable when Ionescu finished speaking. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, and Sergei fought to control his spinning thoughts. He felt as if he was on the edge of a precipice, and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to come back from his decision. He also knew, with the options before him, that he didn’t truly have a choice. He could never forgive himself if he allowed Antonia to be hurt, to be killed in such a way.

“...I accept,” Sergei said, his voice surprisingly steady despite the turmoil inside of him.

Ionescu’s smile was predatory. He stood from his chair in a fluid motion, coming to tower over Sergei. He leaned down, his hands grasping Sergei’s wrists and pushing him back into the settee. “See, there?” He purred, leaning further down until his breath brushed against Sergei’s ear. “I knew you would come around. Now…this will only hurt for a moment.”

Sergei’s breath caught in his throat, and he couldn’t think to protest before Ionescu sunk his teeth into Sergei’s throat, and all he knew was pain.

[redhydraarts]

I regret to inform you that my obsession with moonknight is terminal.

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[vawifey]

For my birthday, I want to get some of my OCs drawn. I either wanna get a couple designed together or two head shots of each of the characters separately.

[fyrebendyr]

wanted to share my spidersona/spiderverse oc from a while ago. adrian ionescu baby! i have most of his lore written out..will maybe expand on it here if people are interested

[aki-chan2014]

Here is ‘THE FAIRY’ from this aesthetic list created by @ofmymuses

This is Anisoara Ionescu, the SHSL Reward Seeker. If you’ve read Jeffrey Deaver’s The Never Game then it’s the same thing that the main character does in that book. 

But anyway, needless to say, that kind of job is not something you’d expect such a sweet, gentle girl like Anisoara to be doing, but doing it she is. She’s perceptive and good with people, her gentle nature having a calming effect on others that smooths even the rockiest interactions. She’s also always been good at finding things. But she’s also committed to her studies, her family and her boyfriend, and is the romantic type of girl that loves pretty dresses, picnics and ballroom dances. She believes in happy endings and loves fairy tales. 

But just because she believes in fairy-tales, it doesn’t mean she is blind to the reality around her either. And though at first her life was happy and secure, the harsher aspects of reality came knocking soon enough. 

When her father ended up in prison for embezzlement, as the eldest child with a passel of scrappy younger brothers and a very young little sister, she needed to do something to get money in. It started small, with missing pets and elderly relatives, but now she’s searching for missing people who most likely have met horrible ends, particularly teenage girls. Teenage girls who have most likely been trafficked (Anisoara is Romanian), the type of girl Anisoara could have been if she had perhaps chosen a different option to get money. While she herself doesn’t personally know anyone who has been caught up in that, plenty of friends’ distant relatives and other members of her town have links with the gangs, so it’s definitely dangerous. Luckily she has her protective and tall/muscular boyfriend, Dorian to always be by her side. You could argue that he’s obliged to, considering he’s a private detective’s son and that’s how Anisoara got into seeking people in more dangerous situations in the first place...nonetheless, she won’t hear a single bad word against Dorian. 

Her name is technically a nickname for Ana, but she was named after a great aunt who almost exclusively used that nickname, hence it being used as her actual name. Somewhat hilariously, she ends up being called Ani a lot, so you could say that nickname is a nickname of a nickname XD

[mickadamz]

flicker and henry

[parziivale]

A late birthday gift for drunksparce of his oc Dragomir Ionescu! He's a half vampire and I have loved this boy for so long and I'm so happy my art has gotten better so I can draw him better~ Posted using PostyBirb

[schneefloeckchenuniverse]

Thanks for tagging me @kalina-ionescu

1. Are you named after anyone?

Yes. My parents named me after my two grandfathers.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Today. I was driving away fron my friends and then I listened to a song about how children treat their mothers and then I thought about that I haven't seen her for so long...

3. Do you have kids?

Apart from my OCs? No. But I want to adopt two boys and call them Eoin and Alain.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

No because I am not good in expressing sarcasm. I'm more the irony kind of person.

5. What is the first thing you notice about people?

Hair and/or voice.

6. What's your eye colour?

Light brown

7. Scary movie or happy ending?

I like both.

8. Any special talents?

I can speak 4 languages and sleep forever?

9. Where were you born?

Northern Germany.

10. What are your hobbys?

Cosplaying, crying because I'm broke, writing, crying because I have no motivation, traveling, singing, crying, Reading, crying because the book is sad or over... And watching series.

11. Do you have a pet?

No. But I want to have a dog one day. Or fish.

12. What sports do you/did you play?

I don't play sports. I do it. I go swimming, and train my back, belly, arms and legs.

At least I planned to before the backpain started.

13. How tall are you?

169 cm

14. What is your dream job?

I have none. Like... I wanted to do so much. Now I want to be a writer... I guess but I have no talent...

I'm tagging

Everyone who is interested!

15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

For this game you answer the 15 questions and then tag 15 mutuals. Pretty straight forward. :) Thanks for tagging me, @lavenderandvanilla

1. Are you named after anyone? Ugh. Yes. While my mom was unconscious after her c-section, my dad named me after himself to exert control/express dominance. I don’t talk to my dad anymore. HERE’S SOME BIG INFORMATION ABOUT PAULA.

2. When was the last time you cried? You know, I’m not sure. I’m not a big crier. I teared up during the Detective Pikachu trailer, though.

3. Do you have kids? Got a tiny baby child. I’ll post a pic on pillowfort.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Probably use irony more, if I’m being honest. Sarcasm’s cousin.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? Sense of humor.

6. What’s your eye color? Green.

7. Scary movie or happy ending? Of the two, happy ending, but I like suspenseful thrillers.

8. Any special talents? Good with tech? Um, cats like me.

9. Where were you born? New Orleans.

10. What are your hobbies? Caring for an 18-month-old. That’s about it at this point.

11. Have you any pets? Six cats. And the 18-month-old.

12. What sports do you play/have you played? Haha.

13. How tall are you? 5′8″.

14. Favorite subject in school? History.

15. Dream job? I’m doing it? Maybe what I’m doing, but more so? I thought about what I wanted to do for the rest of my life, and the answer was be a college student, but since that isn’t really feasible, I decided I wanted to be a college professor. That wouldn’t work, either, since I didn’t want to go back to school for a PhD, so I got my MLIS and became an academic librarian. I may want to get my PhD in library and information science eventually and move further in my field, but I really just want to work in academia, which is what I’m doing. Maybe publish some.

Tagging @lilynevin @savvyblunders @bryntwedge @egmon73 @bigblueboxat221b @amezzlove @morganeuk @holdingonforheaven @tryingtomystrade @kalina-ionescu @a-spider-called-todd @daringlydomestic

Please do it if you’d like (even if I didn’t tag you!) and ignore it if you’re not interested.

[redhydraarts]

Ugh them

Full uncropped version on my twt

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