#Ariane OC

[aberranttree]

Delve Deeper

just a lil thing I thought of talking to @slimegirl-selkie

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The Party hadn't seen the light of day in days, hell it might even have been a week since the 3 of them and their pet monster, Ze, had descended into the caverns beneath the citadel. At first, the going was easy; their packs were full and their bodies well-rested. Now, they weren't so sure they'd see the sun again.

The caves weren't cold at first. Warmth from the buildings above had seeped into them, but after an hour or two descending into the system the radiating heat faded and the party realized they were going to be facing something they were not prepared for.

The first day, the narrow caves threatened to press Kirkland til he popped.

The second, heat dissipated and the cold set in.

On the third day, Ariana started speculating:

"Wh-what if i-its a white dra-dragonn?"

"No."

"What?! Kirk, how could you possibly know that"

"Dragons like that wouldn't tolerate being stuck under the citadel. Dragons don't like the citadel, it used to be one of the safest fortresses from them in its heyday. Until the guards-" He shot Merrith a look. "-killed all the dragons in the mountains around the citadel. Now, I don't think a lone dragon would strike back."

"It's not like I killed them."

Kirkland grunted. He was big and kind, built a grizzly bear, but acted like a Teddy Bear. Ze perched on his shoulder, a little ball of green Ooze curled up against his neck. Merrith wondered how he got over the feeling of the slime, rolling down the front and back of his shoulders and even morphing entirely around parts of him sometimes.

Merrith shivered. She hadn't been this cold since her winters at the Sorrengard Military Academy, all the way to the north of the continent. She thought she'd never be that cold again when she moved to the Southern Empire, but here she was, freezing in a cave in the middle of the hottest summer she had ever endured.

"W-we should huddle t-together f-f-for warmth"

"Buck up Merrith, we'll find the beast that's been murdering people in the citadel and slay it any minute now"

Merrith loved that about Kirkland. He never let his worry show. No matter how helpless he felt, he always had the confidence that was supposedly expected of her as one of the guards at the citadel. Maybe it was because Ze was so small that he always had to be brave for it, but Merrith somehow knew that even without Ze, Kirkland's attitude wouldn't be much different. After all, Ze wasn't the first monster he'd adopted knowing full well that one day it would outgrow his ability to care for it. There was one of those invisible panther things before Ze and something about its passing made Merrith think it wasn't the first either.

"I'm sure you would like to cuddle with big, strong Kirk" Ariane teased.

Merrith hated that about the petite girl. Everything was about love with her. She was always scared. Ariane, if Merrith was allowed an opinion (and she always allowed herself an opinion) did not belong on this adventure, she belonged in a temple, healing and repairing humanity's connection with the Gods.

On the fourth day in the caves, the group stopped in front of a wall of frozen blue goop. Kirkland crouched by it and took out one of his mallets. Merrith could never tell them apart in battle but as Kirkland raised it and smashed the frozen substance, she noticed the runes carved into the handle and recognized the mallet as Chisel, Kirkland's right-hand mallet.

"Well, I think I know what we're dealing with, even if i've never seen or heard of one before"

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that's part 1 I guess. I don't wanna rush the ending and need to establish the characters so part 2 may be soon, I'll try to attach it here somehow when I do post it, but I'm not sure how I do that.

[joetastic2739]

"A tender moment between an empress and her bodyguard, doomed by a revolution that will turn them into enemies."

Signalis OC video requested by @CarltonBla2463

[knowndisc]

ITS SIGNALIS!!!!!!!!!! Woop woop!!!!!!

[mischievouslexington]

I've made my own SIGNALIS OC: Hamerkop!!!

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

HAPPY 500 BABE!! stewy smut with 23 perhaps?!

Fully Clothed.

23. "Good girl." / "Perfect girl."

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here if you're interested in sending a request!! always happy when i get a stewy request - thank you anon for sending this in and for being so sweet <3

Pairing - Stewy Hosseini x Assistant!Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - smut!! sexual content and cursing.

Word Count - 881

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

"Come in."

You enter the office to be met with the sight of Stewy Hosseini with his head in his hands, hair messy where he's been running his fingers through it.

"You okay?" you ask tentatively.

Stewy just sighs in response.

It's no secret that he has a reputation for being one of the calmest men in the business. He never gets angry, rarely gets upset - he approaches every deal with a level head, and an almost irritating amount of confidence. You can count on one hand the number of times you've seen him genuinely stressed.

This must be bad.

"I just wanted to see if you needed anything," you press. You take a step further into the office, bringing yourself into his eyeline.

Stewy checks his watch and looks at you with wide eyes.

"You were supposed to go home two hours ago. What are you still doing here?"

Shit. You didn't think he'd notice.

"I... uh - I know that you're stressed about this deal, and... I didn't think it was fair to leave you here alone. Thought you might want a familiar face around, maybe," you say quietly.

"See, this is why I bought you that mug for Christmas," he jokes.

Your present from him had been a mug with the slogan 'World's Best Assistant' written in bright red letters. You loved it.

You laugh, and the sound releases some of the tension from his shoulders.

"Do you need anything?" you ask again, eager to do your job and make his life a little easier.

"Yeah, actually. Can you shut those blinds?"

He nods to the big windows next to the door that look out onto the floor of empty desks, everyone else having gone home.

"Of course," you reply, moving to do as he asked. Once they're shut, he moves his chair back slightly, creating space between him and the desk he was previously sat behind.

"Come here," he murmurs.

He says it quietly, so as not to startle you, but you hear it clear as day. You approach him carefully, moving to stand between his spread legs. He looks up at you with mischievous eyes.

He pats his thighs, signalling for you to sit down. When he sees you hesitate, he reaches for your hips, pulling you towards him gently.

"Sit with me, pretty girl."

You throw your inhibitions out the window, and move so you're straddling him on his big leather chair.

"Other way," he commands, but the scent and warmth of him is making you dizzy. You can't quite comprehend what he's telling you.

"Huh?"

"You fucked out already, honey? I haven't even touched you yet," he teases.

He pushes you off him, and pulls you back down so your back is against his chest. He moves your thighs so they're spread open by his. He rolls his hips upwards, and you can feel him hot and hard against your ass. It makes you whine, and he chuckles at the sound.

Stewy dances his fingers up the insides of your thighs, underneath your pencil skirt. When he gets to your underwear, he caresses the edges gently, avoiding where you need him most.

"Please," you whimper.

"Please what, sweetheart?" he goads, revelling in seeing you so pliant.

"Please touch me, Stewy."

"There you go," he murmurs. "Atta girl. That wasn't so hard, was it?"

With that, he pulls your underwear to the side and runs his fingers through your slick.

"Fuck," he groans. "This all for me, sweet girl?"

"Yes," you moan, throwing your head back to rest on his shoulder. He kisses your temple and inhales the scent of your shampoo. Yep, he's fucked.

He decides to take mercy on you, watching you writhe in his lap. He pushes two fingers into you, groaning and rolling his hips when he feels how warm you are.

You sigh in relief, canting your hips up to meet his fingers. He starts to work up a steady rhythm, curling his fingers on every upstroke. He knows when he's found the spot, because the moan you let out is pornographic. He's suddenly glad the office is empty.

"Right there?" he murmurs into your ear, breath warm on your cheek.

"Yes," you whine. "Yes, yes, please."

"You're filthy, you know that? Letting me finger fuck you in my office, both of us fully clothed."

You whimper, and Stewy speeds up his fingers, moving his thumb to circle your clit in tandem with his strokes.

"There we go," he mutters. "I can feel it, pretty girl. Give it to me. Let me have it."

Your mouth opens, but no sound comes out as you reach your high. Your back arches up and away from him, but he pulls you back with a strong arm wrapped around your front.

"Good girl," he groans. "Perfect girl. So good for me."

He lets you ride out your climax before pulling out his fingers and shoving them straight into his mouth.

You moan at the sight, and he winks cheekily.

"Come on, pretty girl," he murmurs. "Let's get you home."

You look at him questioningly, and he understands without you having to say the words.

"My home," he clarifies. "Now that I've had a taste of you, I'm never gonna get enough, honey."

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@616wilsons

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[ariane-ashen]

No fancy description. Silly doll OC I made for a silly Touhou thing:) Might reuse her later, who knoooows.

[amethystandemma]

The Wedding of Bruce Wayne and Silver St. Cloud

TW: shootings and death

. . . . . . . . . .

Never had such an occasion as this before had occurred, and never would it happen again.

The wedding of Playboy Bruce Wayne and Socialite Silver St. Cloud had been all Gothamites had been able to talk about ever since their engagement had been announced. For the first time since Batman first made his appearance eleven years ago, someone other than the Caped Crusader made the front page of the Gotham Gazette. The picture of the two lovebirds exiting the Gotham City Playhouse was taken by Vicki Vale and was in the hands of every Gotham citizen the next morning.

That had been months ago. All everyone could discuss was who would be on the guest list, rubbing elbows with the hottest celebreties and infamous socialites; including King Orm and his wife Queen Mera, Jack and Janet Drake, Oliver Queen and his wife Dinah Lance, and many more wealthy individuals. Reporters such as Clark Kent and Lois Lane were in attendance, though not as newsmen but as guests.

People of all different backgrounds, ethnicities, and even species were there, but they could all agree on how gorgeous the bride was.

Silver St. Cloud wore a pale, off the shoulder periwinkle dress with long lace sleeves and an empire waist. The dress had been designed by herself and Princess Aqua Charming of Brooklinia and had taken weeks of tireless effort to create. Aqua spent many late nights awake in order to make the dress perfect. Her hard work had paid off.

All the preparations, all the hard work, it all led to this moment at the altar.

“Twenty-five years ago today, I met you.” Silver St. Cloud brushed a strand of her white hair back behind her ear, the elaborate bun trailing down her back. She blinked back the tears in her silver eyes. “As you might recall, I was playing in the woods nearby Wayne Manor, when you mistook me for a forest sprite and ran away screaming.”

The audience laughed. Aqua could have sworn that she even saw Bruce blush.

“We’ve been through so much together, and we even welcomed a son, Arian, into the world,” Silver continued. Arian opened his eyes when he heard his name, squirming in Aqua’s lap. “I cannot wait to spend the rest of my days with you, come Hell or high water.”

Dick reached over and squeezed Aqua’s hand. She smiled at him and rested her head on his shoulder. This was the exact kind of wedding she wanted someday with him. Jason glanced over at them and made a gagging motion, but his heart wasn’t in it. Even he was moved by the ceremony.

Bruce rubbed his thumb gently over Silver’s hand, clearing his throat.

“I have been in love with you even longer than I knew what love was,” he started. “You’ve always been there in my darkest times, always been there when I needed you. I cannot keep any secrets from you, for you know my heart better than even I do.”

Jason gagged again, but Aqua saw him wipe away a tear. For a man that sometimes appeared cold and distant, he sure knew how to sweep an emotional teenager off of his feet.

“I promise to never shut you out when you want to help, and to love and to cherish you as long as I shall live.” He continued, his voice choking over the last word.

Silver wiped away a tear, never taking her eyes off of his. The reverand, Norman McCay, cleared his throat.

“Do you, Silver St. Cloud, take this man, Bruce Thomas Wayne, as your husband, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?” Norman McCay asked.

Silver smiled. “I do.”

“And do you, Bruce Thomas Wayne, take this woman, Silver St. Cloud, as your wife, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?”

Bruce lifted Silver’s hand and kissed it. “I do.”

Tears started to fill Aqua’s eyes.

“Then, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you-”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Screams filled the church as the gunshots echoed off of the cold stone walls. Faces that once had looks of joy and passion were now overcome with horror and fear. A wave of panic hit the guests as everyone tried to move in different directions. Aqua went from standing in disbelief to on the ground, Dick’s body protectively over her’s and Jason’s.

“Stay down!” He shouted.

Arian’s wailing in her arms was drowned out by the sounds of panic around them. Aqua felt droplets of tears rolling down Jaon’s face landing on her arm.

Bang! Bang! Bang-

The shooting stopped, but the screaming did not.

“Is everyone alright?” Diana Prince shouted, the only way to be heard above the chaos.

Aqua sat up in a daze, gripping on to Arian’s small body with one arm, her other around Jason’s shoulders.

“We’re okay,” Dick shakily answered.

“How could this happen?” Jason whispered, his face pale. “So many super-people and… and…”

He buried his face onto her shoulder, his body shaking like a leaf. Aqua couldn’t hear the crowd anymore, as a ringing filled her ears. Dick turned her face toward his. She could see his lips moving, but couldn’t hear the words coming out.

“Help.”

Arian’s loud wails are what broke her out of her stupor.

“Where’s Bruce?” She asked, shooting up.

Dick paled. The two turned to the altar.

Norman McCay limped towards them, a trail of red following his left leg.

“Help them,” he gasped.

A flash of red and blue went across her body. Superman caught the minister right before he collapsed. Dick staggared forward, his steps quickly turning into a run. She saw what he was running towards a second before he got there.

Bruce Wayne, the suave, handsome groom sat on the ground, tears freely flowing down his face. In his arms, his beautiful bride staring blankly at the ceiling, her silver eyes unfocused and clouded. Her gorgeous dress was completely covered in blood.

“Silver… oh Silver,” Bruce whispered. “Wake up…”

Arian’s wails echoed throughout the now silent chapel.

“Wake up…”

Never had such an occasion as this before had occurred, and never would it happen again.

[marenwithanm]

Dance of Devotion

[prettyinaccurate]

my twooooooooooooo perfect boys!!

[rhaaclaws]

I was thinking about Signalis again and realized that Andros would've loved it so much. and would've gotten a little obsessed with theories

[zoannearts]

Hey it’d be super awesome if anyone wanted to commission me this pride month ^_^

I’m just a queer disabled artist trying to make ends meet with the main goal of being one day able to support myself fully on an art career

[joetastic2739]

Signalis in an alternate timeline

Video of SPRW (Sparrow), an Empire Replika, meeting her gestalt template, Ariane. Based off the OC and alternate storyline created by Carlton Blaine.

Requested by https://x.com/CarltonBla2463, voiced by the amazing @voicequills!

Never thought I'd get to animate a short sleeved Ariane wearing body amour facing off a corrupted replika based off of her. but thanks to this request thats a reality now

[sloubs]

j'peux plus m'arrêter !! voilà un deuxième oc : arian <3

[mischievouslexington]

SIGNALIS OC COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN!!! What if I opened commissions, but they were like... just SIGNALIS OCs??? Just think about it, a drawing of a 3D model looking SIGNALIS original character, Replika propaganda posters or even a cool cinematic pixel art illustration... Well here we are and at a popular price!!!

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

congrats on 500!!! :) maybe for the prompts fluff or angst for stewy hosseini with 1. "You love me?" 5. "It's always been you." 7. "You were my first love."

The Place Where It All Began.

1. "You love me?" + 5. "It's always been you." + 7. "You were my first love."

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! I love writing soft stewy :((

Pairing - Stewy Hosseini x Childhood Bestfriend!Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - none. just very soft sweet sappy stewy

Word Count - 880

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

You swore you'd never attend your high school reunion.

And yet here you are.

You're fake smiling like your life depends on it, walking around the gymnasium and wishing you were invisible.

As you step into the hallway to take a breather, strong arms wrap around your middle and hoist you into an empty classroom. You go to scream, but something in you tells you not to. You recognise that strength.

Stewy Hosseini.

Your high school best friend. You met in science class, mandatory lab partners. You'd had an instant connection - constantly laughing, teasing, joking around until the teacher gave you both a warning look.

You were inseparable. He only lived a couple of blocks away from you, which meant you got to spend a surplus of time together. You'd hang out after school, on weekends, during holidays. You weren't you without Stewy.

And then, as they always do - things changed. You went your separate ways for college, promising to stay in touch. Communication became harder and harder, until suddenly, it was impossible. Sure, you sent each other the odd message, called if you had the time. But things were different. You weren't joined at the hip any longer, and his absence was an unwelcome adjustment.

You never expected to be face to face with him at your high school reunion, that's for sure.

He finally lets you go, and takes a step back to look at you properly.

"Goddamn. You look good," he whistles lowly, eyeing you up and down.

"You don't look so bad yourself, Mr Businessman."

You jump into his arms, inhaling the scent of his expensive cologne. Despite the fragrance, he still smells like your Stewy.

"I've missed you," he whispers into your hair.

"I've missed you. So much," you whisper back.

You finally break away, and sit on the edge of a desk. He joins you, pressing your legs together like you did when you were kids sitting on a park bench.

"Didn't think you'd have time for something like this, Hosseini. Thought you'd be in Paris, or Dubai, or London," you tease, nudging his shoulder.

"I've always got time for you," he says earnestly. His tone makes your heart flutter.

"Did you see Derek James? He looks exactly the same," you laugh.

"He does? I never liked that guy. Didn't trust him."

"Of course you didn't. I thought he was cute - he used to flirt with me in math. I always wondered why he never asked me out."

"Because I told him not to."

Your head turns so fast it almost flies off your shoulders. You grab his leg in disbelief, willing him to explain.

"Wait, what? Why would you do that?"

"Because I loved you. You were my girl."

You pause, processing his words.

"You loved me? Like... loved me?"

"Are you kidding? You were my first love."

"I always... I thought that - I just never knew if you felt the same way."

Now it's his turn to process, turning the words over in his head.

"You loved me back? And you never said anything?"

"Stewy, we were teenagers! Teenagers don't just confess their love for each other!"

"We could have!"

"Seriously?"

He looks at you for a moment, and then laughs.

"Okay, maybe you're right. Teenagers aren't good at feelings."

"No, they're not. God knows we weren't. I think everyone could see how we felt except for us," you smile.

"You think we're any better at feelings now?"

"As adults?"

He nods.

"Yeah. I think we should be, anyway," you chuckle.

He turns his body so he's facing you fully, and moves a hand to rest on your jaw, cradling your face.

"Okay. Then, here's me being a mature adult that's good at communication," he pauses, and takes a steadying breath. "I only came here tonight because I saw on the email that you were coming. And not a day has gone by since we graduated high school that I haven't thought about you."

You go to interrupt, but he continues persistently.

"Something is missing from my life. I've felt like this for a while, and I could never put my finger on what it is. And then I saw your name, and I just knew. It's you. It's always been you. So I came here to tell you I love you and I've loved you ever since that day in science class that you broke the thermometer and cut my hand. It's you. You're what I've been missing."

You're stunned into silence. You weren't expecting to see Stewy tonight, and you especially weren't expecting him to confess his decades long love for you.

"You love me?"

"Are you kidding? You're the only person I've ever loved."

"How embarrassing that it took us this long to figure it out," you laugh. "I've loved you since I was 14 years old, Stewy Hosseini. You're it for me."

He surges forward, capturing your lips in a time stopping kiss. It's gentle and loving and so sweet that it makes your heart ache.

You break away from him, both of you grinning. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch sight of the periodic table on the wall. You quickly look around, and realise where you are.

The place where it all began.

[liviavanrouge]

Then and Now

Lilia: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!??

Arian: *Sighs, watching his mentor and Lilia argue*

Thea: Oh look at the big shot general, how annoying that I have to keep healing you.

Lilia: HUUUH!? SO YOU'RE GONNA HEAL EVERYONE BUT ME!??

Thea: Yep.

Lilia: And you call yourself a healer, you'd be better as one of the human-

Thea: *Snarls, getting in his face* SAY IT! I DARE YOU!!

Lilia: *Looks away, closing his mouth*

Baul: General, are you scared of her?

Lilia: HELL NO!??

Thea: *Slaps him outside the head* NO YELLING IN MY DEN!!

Lilia: YOU'RE YELLING TOO!!!

Baul: Arian-

Arian: I'll come heal the soldiers

Baul: Anything for me to carry?

Arian: *Shakes his head, walking out beside him as Lilia and Thea yelled at each other*

Lilia: *Walks out of the den* HIT ME AGAIN I DARE YOU!!

Thea: OH!? BET!!

Lilia: *Yells in alarm as a heating kettle smacked him outside the head* HEY!! THAT WAS STILL HOT!!

Thea: *Pops her head out* YEAH, LIKE YOUR TEMPER! ASSHOLE!

Lilia: *Flips her off as Thea slammed her den door shut* YOU HAVE ONE TOO!!!

Arian and Baul: *Sighs* Those two....

-----

Lilia: *Sighs, walking into his room*

Thea: *Perks up when he rested his head on her chest* The kids?

Lilia: *Chuckles* Golden and Shadow were calling Silver a runt again

Thea: And Livia started punching them both all over?

Lilia: *Laughs* She's got your strength, she was sitting on the two and hitting them all over

Thea: I'll have to check for bruises later then

Lilia: Remember how you used to hit me?

Thea: *Laughs* I didn't have to sit on you to make sure I hit you!

Lilia: *Laughs* You had great aim! The amount of times you hit me with random things

Thea: I did didn't I, you were such an easy target

???: OUCH! HEY!!!

Thea: Livia?

Lilia: *Peeks out then looks at her and nods* Livia

Thea: Golden?

Lilia: Yep, she's beating him up

Thea: *Chuckles*

Lilia: *Walks out* Alright Livy! Big brother has learned his lesson

Thea: *Walks out after him amused*

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