#Adelo oc

[eldritch-spouse]

Omg what are Adelo’s heats like??? The recent ask has intrigued me. Also I imagine just cooking up and eating one of his eggs while he rails us hahahha

Adelo's heats are a little softer than some monster's heats, given there's some human blood in him watering the angel genes down slightly. Or, they would be, if Krulu hadn't muddled with the pregnancy.

Adelo doesn't really like to be seen during a rut much, but it's sort of unavoidable with you. Though, not wanting to bring too much attention to it, the hybrid won't tell you too much about it.

Adelo actually nests on his own, but he'd accept a nest you made for him in a heartbeat too. If he looks bloated, then that's normal, he's got a couple of eggs in there. These cause a general sensation of discomfort in the hybrid, and it can almost be compared to a pregnant human woman's general misery. Make no mistake, a major part of Adelo's crankiness isn't actually from mounted arousal, it's due to the eggs.

He'll spend pitiful amounts of time in weird poses, hoping it'll facilitate the process of laying them. You can rub his back or belly during these instances, he'll probably appreciate it, and promptly fall asleep.

Once they're out of him, congratulations, Adelo's mood has significantly improved. But that's also bad news, because he's now entirely focused on fucking you. Putting aside the flashing of his wings and bizarre eye movement, you may find him cooing and making harmonious song-like noises to gather your attention. If you step into the room he's nested in while Adelo is making these noises, it signifies willingness to mate, so be careful. Given your set of genitals, he'll use one of his more than the other.

Although exhaustive, he's not the most domineering or aggressive during ruts, but he'll have no issue dragging you back inside should you try to go somewhere.

General word of advice, don't touch the eggs before his heat is over. Sometimes you can hide them and Adelo won't notice, other times he'll be driven into a panic (even if the rational part of him knows they're just blanks). Instinct will not let him allow you to cook them. But afterwards? Yeah sure, do what you want with them.

[eldritch-spouse]

STOP OH MY GOD. THESE GIVE ME LIFE. 🤍

I love them so much don't get me started, I'm smiling like a fucking idiot right now. Admin's dress, KRULU, Jonesy trying to set up a fucking IKEA crib, the babies- hElp oh my God.

I'm living this so hard right now.

@eldritch-spouse

I have no explaination for the Krulu one. It just popped in my head and wouldn't leave haha.

And since I ran out of room yet again... Onto the next one! Got a few more questionable ideas... :P

[kynimdraws]

Something possessed me to draw a hc mom character for Aphelios and Alune....enjoy? Headcanon info under cut lol

Adelos was just another warrior devoted to Lunari cause, acting as patrol to look out for Solari that might attack them. She never married and got pregnant during a one-night stand (it gets lonely out there ok). No idea who the father is….mostly bc I didn't wanna design a dad

A seer took notice that the birth of her children might be during a Lunar Convergence, so she was promptly sent to the temple to be taken care by the Lunari religious leaders. She also was promoted to be a temple guardian just to keep her in the inner Lunari circle. When the twins were born, she did allow the leaders to raise them as the prophesied "children of destiny." Like most Lunari, she believed this was for the greater good of her people. Of course she still was allowed to visit them whenever she wished.

Unfortunately the Solari heard about this news, and perceived the twins as a threat. They sent assassins after to kill the fated children, but Adelos and her squad was able to intercept this…at the cost of her life. Adelos was given an honorable funeral and venerated, but her role as the mother of the twins were never disclosed to anyone outside of the Lunari religious leaders. Tragedy was too common among them, and it would merely be a distraction to the twins if they knew…

FYI, Adelos is just me adding an "A" to Delos, the island where Artemis and Apollo were born. Also in Greek it means "Invisible"…which is fitting bc she will never be remembered by her children :)

[wonieart]

Had ppl send me a number and drew whatever oc was on that spot in my list with their old art c:

[rose-bookblood]

RWR | Character Intro

Hello, folks! Took me only... over a year, but the character intro for RWR is finally here! Thankfully, this cast is not gigantic, so there's only one part. Yes, I am already crying thinking about the TWATB intros.

Sheryl Ramírez

Pronouns: she/her

Age: 23

Ethnicity: Indigenous Latine

Gender identity: cis woman

Romantic orientation: biromantic

Sexual orientation: bisexual

Appearance: brown skin; 1.71 m; slim and muscly; brown eyes; long, wavy, dark brown hair

Personality: introverted, grumpy, brusque, closed-off, loyal, practical, hard-working, cynical, feels trapped in her environment

Moren Adelos

Pronouns: he/him*

Age: 25

Ethnicity: Avouian

Gender identity: cis man*

Romantic orientation: straight

Sexual orientation: straight

Appearance: olive green skin; 1.94 m; slim; golden eyes; short, straight, black hair

Personality: chatty, introverted, curious, loyal, empathetic, receives criticism well, analytical, idealistic, socially awkward

Francisco Ramírez

Pronouns: he/him

Age: 30

Ethnicity: Indigenous Latine

Gender identity: cis man

Romantic orientation: straight

Sexual orientation: straight

Appearance: brown skin; 1.86 m; muscly; brown eyes; short, wavy, dark brown hair

Personality: extroverted, sociable, charismatic, born leader, protective, never refuses a challenge, practical, realistic, moral

Iliria Adelos

Pronouns: she/her*

Age: 29

Ethnicity: Avouian

Gender identity: cis woman*

Romantic orientation: aromantic

Sexual orientation: asexual

Appearance: olive green skin; 1.92 m; slim; purple eyes; chin-length, straight, black hair

Personality: introverted, hard-working, stern, responsible, organized, can't stand sloppiness, shows affection in subtle ways, critical (of herself and others), tactician

Colette Dubois

Pronouns: she/her

Age: 27

Ethnicity: Black

Gender identity: cis woman

Romantic orientation: straight

Sexual orientation: straight

Appearance: dark skin; 1.67 m; slim; dark brown eyes; long, coily, dark brown hair

Personality: extroverted, chill, optimistic, patient, kind, encouraging, good at convincing people, collected, responsible

*Avouians don't recognise the concept of gender, so they only have a neutral pronoun. (We stan progressive imperialists! /j) When speaking English, they refer to themselves with the pronouns corresponding to their biological sex.

Now at least you'll know who these characters I keep talking about are lol. See you next time!

— Rose

Taglist: (lmk to be added or removed)

@tommie-hildebrandt @stormharbors @mel-writes-with-her-dragons @writing-is-a-martial-art @memento-morri-writes @italiangothicwriteblr

[eldritch-spouse]

I like how sus Adelo looks, he's just-

This idea hit me like a truck and I had to. I spent like 5 minutes drawing each of them. Especially Gallon because I gave up halfway through drawing him.

@eldritch-spouse anyways yeah, also enjoy this other doodle I did:

Ludwig making fun of Obie’s shirt

yeah he is just straight yomping on a pineapple 😭😭

[botwstoriesandsuch]

Well if you don't ever talk about your OCs how can we praise you. I want to hear! Is the first one Adelo bc it looks like how you've been describing her. (Or tell me I'm dumb lol) Come ooonnnnnn Kip I'll just keep bugging you.

You can praise me when I actually finish writing all these chapters in Where Time Takes Us hghhhhhhhhhhhhggh

[brutlistarchive]

OC Appreciation Anon! Tag and tell four original character blogs you follow what you enjoy about their character!

@shawky - remarkably inventive and carries with them a certain nostalgia for the era of adventurer films like indiana jones, the mummy, etc. shawky’s very much his own person who doesn’t fit the macho man stereotype that typically embodies the usual protagonist for these types of genre’s and it’s so fucking refreshing . he’s gentle and brave and ambitious and ah . please follow them . you’ll love them .  @newsworth - insanely detailed . like insanely . reading the lore behind chris that has been meticulously cultivated is a fucking incredible ride .  seriously - take you’re time reading it . it’s worth it . everything is remarkably complex and really solidifies the realism mikel works to recreate , resulting in a complicated character that’s just utterly human . i love it .  i’m gonna consider @illwriteatragedy & @ruinaa & @wristful a three in one package since their characters compliment each other ridiculously well , and their writing styles make reading their threads flow just so beautifully together you tend to get a bit lost in the story lol . they’ve created this amazing melancholy / bittersweet atmosphere around the world they’ve allowed to intertwine their characters in with such incredible relationships and dynamics that i’ve been obsessed with since 2012/13 . you can genuinely see how much they love the characters they’ve created independently and together . they’re literally a must .  @adeloes is a fucking legend . they’re insanely committed to staying true to their character in dialogue and narrative , and have done an impressive amount of researching into the methodology and behaviors of adelyn’s type of serial killer . dove literally created the genre . everything is i have yet to see anything surpass everything she has created and has yet to create . 

[eldritch-spouse]

Sorry if this has been asked before, but I couldn’t find anything about it.

What are Adrul and Adelo’s heats like? Do they even go through heats since they’re part human?

Adelo's heat was detailed here.

Adrul's heat has not been detailed, but his preferred sex positions have, here.

Adrul's heat

More often than not, this monster has opted to take suppressants rather than endure his ruts, even if they're not the healthiest option.

Which means that, when Adrul does go through ruts, they're somewhat intense.

Although Adrul doesn't nest, he has a particular desire to slip into dark, unreachable or tall crevices, attempting to hide his rather large body. He seriously overheats during this initial stage of his rut, so the coolness of dark spaces is vital to his comfort.

Curiously, Adrul tends to overeat before his rut truly kicks in, as after it's in full effect, his appetite all but vanishes. In fact, all the food he gathers is for your sake in that stage. He is, at the very least, present enough to offer you actually edible things.

If he wasn't the most talkative before, then Adrul is borderline mute during his ruts, often using body language and gestures to convey what he desires from you. Not that it's too difficult to discern what those incredibly intense eyes want from you.

While Adrul doesn't have the instinct to trap you in a particular room with him, he will consistently search for you and pick you up when desired. It's near impossible to avoid him when he has such sharp senses. If Adrul fails to locate you for too long, you'll hear the increasingly frantic thumping of his legs as he just about climbs everywhere to check for traces of you. He will exhaust himself this way.

When he does catch you, you'll be tangled in his legs for some of the most anxiety-inducing sex positions of your life, which usually involve Adrul standing on his last few pairs of legs, keeping you suspended with him. Instinctively, this is meant to ensure you have no choice but to mate with him, or risk a dangerous fall.

He's adamant about curling around your afterwards, often still buried inside you, not quite asleep but guarding you attentively. There's a decent chance you'll get bitten around the shoulders or hips, as instincts demand Adrul leave several marks on you.

[eldritch-spouse]

*Screaming crying wheezing-*

YEAH.

The him. The menace.

Front view Adelo isn't real, he can't hurt you

Front view Adelo:

My humble offering to @eldritch-spouse

[id-rather-be-writing]

Your OCs as Places

“Jt’s casual stride and sly smile held the look I would imagine Vegas would carry if it was a person.”

I found this line while editing today and I was like “Jt himself is Vegas if it was a person.” Then I got to thinking, what places would my other characters be? I think it’s a fun idea! Mind you I have not been many places personally so I can only go with what I’ve heard.

Jt: Las Vegas, Nevada. Lights, party, money, fleeting relationships, music, fashion, glitter, excitement.

Erison: London, England. Rainy days, tea, just the whole mood.

Gavin: Aspen, Colorado. Secluded mountains, cold nights with warmer days, thin but clean air, cozy log cabins and hikes to see the stars. 

Rhys: San Diego, California. Sunny, warm, nature, lots of fires :/ , easy vacation vibes mixed with motivation, acting and performing. Calm weather that could turn intense under the right circumstances. 

Asher: New York City. Excitement, bravery, endless potential. New mixed with old. Small cramped apartments and lots of good food. Calm like Central Park but hyper like times square. Young but never having enough time. 

Adelo: Paris, France. Love, discovery, ART. Cute cafes and old buildings and quiet conversations. Museums and galleries and streets to explore, to be free, to soak in everything and live. Endless discovery and self discovery just waiting to happen.

Since I think this is a neat idea, I want to tag @jaimistoryteller ,  @lunarshamanicdhampir  and @aylenthewriter because I have had a little time to look over their work and am curious to see what they would put too! Feel free to tag others as you go. We all know we love talking about our ocs. 

[rose-bookblood]

Incorrect quotes tag

Trying to catch up on old asks/tags, so thanks @italiangothicwriteblr for tagging me! I'm obsessed with incorrect quotes and I love getting tagged in one of these.

I actually already have tons of incorrect quotes saved on my phone, so I didn't even have to use the generator lol. Here are some for RWR.

Moren: It's family moments like these I will never forget. Iliria: With a good therapist, hopefully I will.

Moren puts his big sister through the ringer on a daily basis.

Sheryl: I prevented a murder today. Moren: Really? How did you do that? Sheryl: Self control.

It won't happen again.

Francisco: What does 'take out' mean? Moren: Food. Colette: Dating. Iliria: Murder. Sheryl: It can mean all three if you're not a coward.

Emphasis on murder.

Sheryl, age 12: Fuck. Francisco, age 19: We've got to work on your cursing. Sheryl: Why? I'm pretty good at cursing already.

Cisco's teenage years were a lot.

Sheryl: Fool me once, I'm gonna kill you.

She will.

Moren: Must be hard not being able to laugh. Sheryl: I do have a sense of humour, you know. Moren: I've never heard you laugh before. Sheryl: I've never heard you say anything funny.

Honestly? She's not wrong. Sorry Moren.

Tagging @memento-morri-writes @tc-doherty and @bloodlessheirbyjacques!

RWR taglist: @tommie-hildebrandt @stormharbors @mel-writes-with-her-dragons @writing-is-a-martial-art @memento-morri-writes @italiangothicwriteblr

[rose-bookblood]

I saw you liked the last RWR excerpt, so here's the silly duo again (angsty version), from a chapter I still haven't reached:

Sheryl sat on the cell bench, her back against the smooth wall and hands tucked under her armpits. At first, she didn’t move, even though Moren was sure she had heard the sound of his footsteps. As soon as she noticed his reflection in the glass, her eyes flared.

“Get the fuck out of here.” She jumped off the bench, fists balled. “I said, get out!”

Moren held up his arms. His heart thundered against his chest. He moved closer on instinct, as if the barrier might disappear just because he wanted it.

“Sheryl, I’m so sorry.”

His words seemed to make her angrier. Sheryl crossed the cell in one furious stride, so close Moren had to crane his neck to mantain eye contact. Her nose almost touched the glass and her hands twitched like she was about to punch it.

“Shut up,” she spat. “I don’t want to hear your fake apologies. I want you to leave me the fuck alone before I break this fucking glass and strangle you.”

I cannot for the life of me remember if I already sent you one but anyway

Trick 🎃 or treat 🍬!

TRICK TRICK TRICK

[pultakhen]

Oc sketch dumps aliens The red one is marion Green is charlue Gray is adelo (they/them)

[fallenidol-453]

Title: Wisdom in Denial

Rating: PG

@beccaylaa @luxxyb

so i cannot title to save my life, and the contents definitely do not match the title. this is a discarded idea that’s not canon in this verse by any means, but i wanted to write it.

also i just might scream if i misgendered my own oc.

Note: Erlas = queen, Tereco = prince

Amaranth slammed her cup down on the side table. Wine sloshed up the rim and splattered her sleeve.

"I've been--thinking," she muttered. "We can't use our gryphons in combat unless it's--"

She faltered and gestured wildly, nearly spilling her cup as she struggled to find the right words.

"Spying or guerilla warfare?" Kilain supplied.

"Right!" Amaranth exclaimed.

Kilain grabbed her cup and held it close to him until Amaranth stopped flailing her arms. He contemplated grabbing the jug as well, but holding the half full container and Amaranth’s nearly empty cup at the same time might strain his remaining hand.

“…Border guards. Border guards! That’s it!” Amaranth announced loudly. She accentuated her last statement by stamping her feet, and Kilain hoped her mother wasn’t sleeping on the floor above them.

“Amaranth, be quiet!” Kilain hissed. He pushed her cup back into her hands. “Do you mean border guards along the entire Caervan border? Or the border not surrounded by the Invictus Mountains? The wild gryphons are a fairly effective deterrent along the mountain border.”

Amaranth fell silent for a minute, then she drained her cup and slammed it back down on the table.

“This is too much. Where’s my map?” she grumbled. She stood up and swayed; Kilain leapt out of his chair and steadied her. “…I can’t feel my cheeks. I can’t feel anything.”

“Go to bed. We can talk about this tomorrow,” Kilain insisted.

“But—” Amaranth whined.

“No buts. You’ll have a clearer head when you wake up,” Kilain interrupted.

Amaranth’s face changed into an ugly grimace, but Kilain turned her around and guided her to their bedroom. She stumbled the short distance from the door to their bed and managed to successfully lay down on top of the covers. With a sigh of relief, Kilain managed to remove her boots and set them aside, and then through sheer force of will he managed to wrestle the covers out from under Amaranth’s prone form and cover her from the cold. She was a stout woman, but he did not want to wake up in the middle of the night and hear her angrily complain about the cold.

Kilain shut the door behind him quietly and walked back to the small sitting room. The fire was dying but he had no heart to bring it back up to a steady blaze, and there was barely enough wine to enjoy another cup. Still, he grabbed the jug—

And heard a small noise coming inside from the sideboard.

Kilain released the jug and eyed the sideboard. One of the drawers was open just a crack. It was small and mostly empty on the inside; hardly anyone could fit inside there comfortably unless they were Adelos or flexible enough. No one was supposed to know that this room was connected to the main palace by a secret underground passage, but the entrance to there wasn’t the sideboard. Anyone who wanted to see Amaranth had to take the long way around, which included leaving the palace and having a cold trek up one of the mountain trails.

This left only one person who knew about the passage. Kilain heaved a long-suffering sigh.

“I know you’re there, Kielos,” he said. He watched them tumble ungracefully out of the sideboard, the door banging against the wood. “Were you spying on us?”

It took a few moments for Kielos to straighten themselves out from their fall, but they shrugged in response to Kilain’s question. Sitting down on the rug, legs stretched out before them, they refused to meet Kilain’s eyes and picked at a loose strand in the woven rug.

“Hardly. I have a question,” they finally replied.

“Before you ask, is any of this going back to Erlas-Consort Florin?” Kilain asked.

“I just told you. I’m not spying and none of this is going back to him. I promise.”

Kilain looked at them doubtfully, but held his tongue. “All right. What’s your question?”

It was a long time before Kielos granted him an answer. They drew their knees up to their chest and rested their chin on top, their long and unkempt black hair falling around their shoulders. Their eyelids were coated in eye makeup of a garish green color. Meanwhile, Kilain finally gave into temptation and poured the last of the wine into his cup and drank it in a gulp. He had a feeling he was going to need it.

“Your wife might be knowledgeable about this,” they finally said.

“Damn it—never mind. I can try to help, Kielos,” Kilain responded. “I’m just as deep in as Amaranth when it comes to gryphons.”

Kielos looked up at him, doubtful. After a moment, he sighed heavily.

“Fine. Can anyone be… be a Gryphon Knight?”

Kilain choked.

“Are you—“ he sputtered.

“No. I’m asking about my partner. I’d say I was asking for him… but he doesn’t know I’m here,” Kielos interrupted.

It took a minute for Kilain to gather his thoughts and get his breathing back to normal. Kielos – a Gryphon Knight?! He was glad the spy wasn’t volunteering themselves for the cause, they would be a terrible fit for the group.

“Uhm. Right. Amaranth looks for people who can use weapons, generally promising military recruits,” he began. “There’s a very small number of gryphons available, so she has stringent recruitment requirements. There are exceptions, such as Tereco Ariyos and Adelos, but as I said, they are exceptions.”

“Are the Knights involved in the main military?” Kielos asked.

“As long as Amaranth has her way, no. Her uncle, on the other hand, wants them to,” Kilain replied. He settled more comfortably in his chair; he had a feeling this was going to take a while. “But that’s a story for another time. Why do you want your partner to join our group?”

“From one sib to another, do you promise not to laugh?” Kielos asked.

“We’re not related, Kielos, we were just raised together,” Kilain reminded them. “But have you ever taken me for someone to laugh at something personal?”

“…Fine. I want to protect him. He’s run afoul of a gang from the Northern Quarter after he stopped them from beating some whore to death,” Kielos explained. They grimaced. “He had no business being over there in the first place. He can’t go back home to Trovska and he can’t face his parents after what he did.”

“Why doesn’t he leave Caerva altogether?” Kilain inquired. Kielos made a rude face.

“He doesn’t want to leave me behind.”

“How—“

“Don’t you dare say adorable, honorable, or noble,” Kielos spat. “Me possibly getting him into the Gryphon Knights is a compromise, even if he doesn’t know I’m doing this.”

Kilain settled back into his chair. His head swam with what Kielos had told him—what would he say? He wasn’t sure about extending an invitation to this man, taking someone in to protect them was bound to invite problems – problems he wasn’t interested in contemplating or dealing with. He wished Amaranth was awake. And sober.

“Before we go on, who is your partner?” he finally asked.

“…Shia,” Kielos mumbled. They looked away from Kilain.

“Is this the same Shia you met when you ran away to Trovska years ago?” Kilain couldn’t help but sound amused.

“…Yes,” Kielos grudgingly admitted. They still refused to meet Kilain’s eyes, and Kilain bit back a chuckle. It sounded like his former adopted sibling was admitting to a crush.

“All right – what did Shia do in Trovska that was bad enough to not face his parents afterward?” Kilain asked. He purposefully kept his voice as pleasant as possible; he didn’t want to offend Kielos with a possible teasing tone, and he wanted the spy looking at him again.

Kielos looked up at him, which was encouraging. Until they opened their mouth.

“He deserted his post in Trovska’s army and ran off. He—“

“Hold on. Amaranth will not accept anyone who is a deserter,” Kilain interrupted. “I’m sorry Kielos, but I can’t bend the rules.”

“There’s a reason behind this, if you let me explain!” Kielos snapped. Kilain shot them a heated look and sighed ruefully.

“Because you’re my family, I’m going to let you explain,” he said tightly. “But I mean it when I say Amaranth won’t allow deserters.”

“To make a long story short, Shia’s grandparents spent all of the family fortune. Their son managed to marry an heiress, but her dowry wasn’t enough to cover the debts. To increase their standing and pay off more debts, they coerced Shia to join the royal militia. However, he deserted a year later because he couldn’t take it anymore.”

“How old was Shia when he deserted?” Kilain asked.

“Fifteen… sixteen maybe,” Kielos replied. “He’s twenty-four now, and still just as much of a soft-hearted idiot as the day I ran into him again a few years ago.”

“Why is Shia, in your words, a soft-hearted idiot?”

“He was in a few gangs or mercenary groups for a few years before we met up. They either kicked him out because he refused to carry out a heinous task, he showed mercy to a prisoner and let them go, or he wouldn’t help out on a job if it conflicted with his tender moral compass,” Kielos said savagely.

“If he’s that weak toward the hardships of living in the slums and on the run, why do you stay with him? He seems the type you’d knife in the dark without a second thought.”

“Shia’s like your wife. He’s built like a brick shithouse and could probably match her in a fight,” Kielos said. “But it’s his heart that won’t harden up.”

“You’re avoiding my question.”

“I—“

“Kielos.”

They looked away from Kilain, pouting.

“Fine,” they spat out. “I care about him. Deeply.”

Kilain sighed. It was a start.

A long silence enveloped them both after that. Kilain finally got up from his chair and carefully added another log to the fire, carefully stoking it back up to a full flame and then sitting back down. Kielos stretched their long legs out, their fingers digging into the thick rug fibers. Occasionally, they ran their fingers across the surface.

Kilain spoke first.

“Kielos, I—“

“What?”

“I can’t promise anything. I’ll forward your request to Amaranth… but there’s a very high chance she’ll reject it,” Kilain said regretfully. “You’re more than welcome to come speak to her personally, but as I said earlier, I can’t promise anything.”

“I’d rather kill everyone in that gang anyway. It’s better than running away or forcing him to flee without me,” Kielos replied hotly.

“Then why don’t you do it?” Kilain inquired.

“Florin doesn’t want me murdering people outside of the ones I’m supposed to kill,” Kielos answered. They grimaced. “Though I’ve disobeyed him before.”

Kilain shrugged. “What’s stopping you from disobeying him?”

“If he finds out I’ve been going against orders, he’ll likely cut my pay,” Kielos replied. “But it’s only if I get caught. He… does have eyes all over the winter capital though, and most of them will happily stab each other in the back. Including mine.”

“Kielos, you’re his—“

Kielos held up a hand. “Don’t say it. I refuse to be formally acknowledged. The Erlas knows of my existence, and lets me go through her makeup collection every now and then, but I don’t want to usurp her brother’s position as heir simply because I’m older than him.”

“I see,” Kilain replied. “I say go ahead and kill them all. I’d help, but…”

“You have a reputation to uphold and you’re missing your right hand,” Kielos mocked. They smirked. “Shia’ll be more than happy to help, I think.”

“Are you sure?”

“He’s back in our hideout, worried out of his mind. He’ll take any chance to get rid of worries.”

[eldritch-spouse]

OH MY GOD, I'LL DIE. That is so fucking cute, I can't take it, honestly-

THESE TWO JUST- Oh my God, Adminnn

And baby Adrul, I'm gonna lose it.

That's adorable, I love her so much.

@eldritch-spouse

Confession here: I ship many, and I mean MANY, of your ocs with this one specific of mine. My current favorite being Miara and Jonesy to the point where what was supposed to be three drawings of her as Charm just kept going and going... And is probably going to keep going on a new page. ^^"

Thanks for all the wonderful creations, and hope I did them justice! Apologies for incorrect colors >.<