#King Nile (oc)

[lexezombie]

NOOOO NILE U CANT JUST FLIRT WITH THE LARGE WOLF MAN NOOOOO!! NILE!!

ALSO! I finally decided on genre titles specifically - Instead of cramming Death + Black metal together: Nile is Black Metal, while Maggot (the big guy) is Death Metal

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to explain the size thing uhhh I like to think not all trolls can do the growl/scream thing often found in various types of metal (and some types of rock) - so what if uhhh it's like a werewolf type thing? they can get bigger? idk mostly just an excuse to have beefy trolls

but it also adds the idea that ANY troll can have the possibility of being a 'weretroll' (scream troll? no idea what to call it)

was toying with the idea Judas can also do this lol since the band I based his design on use to do screamo stuff

[qloof]

another doodle dump

^ original template/meme here

[hoperaypegasus]

Just statistically speaking here, not all these kids can have absolutely insane parents/guardians like Gingka and Hikaru have with Ryo. 

Like, we know Madoka’s dad runs B-Pit so he’s also a mechanic, but have him also be just an average looking dude. And Yuki’s grandfather might have been an old astronomer obsessed with beyblade, but like have none of his coworkers have believed him with the legendary blader thing. Because let’s be honest here, if your really old floor supervisor said a mythical star was going to chose the next saviors of the prophecy, you would not believe them.

And also, make some of these people have nothing to do with beyblade. Like absolutely nothing. They’re are so confused at what these kids are doing, but are trying their best to be supportive. 

For example...

Kenta’s mom? She’s a waitress at a really nice restaurant downtown and sometimes brings home extra deserts for Kenta.

Kyoya’s dad? He owns his own small real estate company and still also works as an agent a lot.

Hikaru’s mom? A nurse who ended up falling sick and dying from a disease she was working to heal.

Nile’s sister? Oh, she currently works as a seamstress as she’s in law school to become a family law attorney.

Demure’s grandmother? She was teacher who worked especially with language learning.

Julian’s family? Huge tycoons in manufacturing, especially in the car and vehicular industry.

Sophie’s family? She actually comes from a line of famous fashion and costume designers, commonly featured on Broadway and Hollywood.

Wales’s family? They’re old money from the oil industry and work globally to expand their company to this day.

Chao Xin’s sisters? One is a teacher, another is a travel agent, and the third one works at a pet store not far from Beylin Temple.

Mei Mei’s family? Oh, they run a pretty popular restaurant that’s even made it onto some global food locations lists.

Tsubasa’s parents? They were also special investigators but did not use beys at all in their work, sticking to more traditional methods.

Dashan’s mom? She was an admissions officer at Beylin temple and worked outreach for new students.

Gingka’s mom? Oh, she became a horror and mystery author after she left Koma and married an editor.

Masamune’s mom? She’s a diplomat actually and works with trade relationships between the US and Japan.

King’s mom? A social worker who adopted him and his siblings after falling in love with them on the job.

Benkei’s grandmother? She was a chef and the one who taught him how to cook.

And yes, they are all very confused by Ryo as a person as well as how the hell he was able to become director of the WBBA.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 30

Warnings: 18+readersonly, pet names, smut

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.

"Hi Honey Bunny." You mumbled, curling up with Thor on the couch. He put his arm around you, holding you close to him.

He was in the movie theater at the moment, watching Death on the Nile. He grabbed the remote and paused it. "Hello Princess. How are you?"

"Good. Missed you." You said, snuggling into his chest.

"I missed you too." He said, pulling you completely into his lap.

Thor had been gone for a few weeks in New Asgard. Though he wasn't the king anymore, the people still wanted to see him and Loki a great deal and they tried to visit and also stay here for as long as they could.

"How was New Asgard?" you asked, tilting your head just slightly as Thor started to kiss down it.

"It was fine." He said quietly, before nibbling at a sweet spot. You let out a long sigh as you tried to contain your moans. "But I'm really glad to be back here."

You shifted on his lap, straddling him as he settled his large hands on your waist, pulling you in so that he could kiss you. The kiss started out slow and sweet, your lips folding against his larger ones. And then he slapped your bum and you parted your lips in surprise. He immediately took dominance of the kiss, your lips crushed together, his tongue searching your mouth.

You pulled up for air, his lips skimming down your throat. His large hands settled at the hem of your shirt. "Can I take this off Princess?" He asked in a low voice.

"Yes." You breathed out, feeling slightly relieved as he lifted it over your head instead of ripping it. He unclasped the bra as well, settling it on the chair next to him. You pulled your own pants down, leaving you in your knickers before you moved your hands to his shirt.

His hands were on your breasts in seconds, massaging them in a way that felt heavenly to you. You pulled his shirt off, revealing his god-like chest. Running your hands up his chest, you kissed his neck before you lowered your hands down to the sweatpants he was wearing at the moment.

Thor helped shuck them off before getting rid of his boxers as well. In return, you got rid of your knickers, leaving both of you completely naked, in the dark, in the home movie theater.

Thor's hands were warm to the sudden temperature drop as the air-conditioning kicked on. He teased your entrance with two fingers before he pushed them in, "So wet Princess." He moaned against your collarbone.

"Just for you." You mumbled, grinding down on his fingers. He obliged, giving you another finger, fucking you harder.

"Fuck, Thor." You moaned, you lips clashing again.

He teased your clit between his fingers, letting you release all over his fingers as the knot broke in your stomach.

He slowly pulled your fingers out, licking your essence off of them. He grinned at you. "Fucking delicious Princess."

Fuck, that nickname.

Honestly though, any nickname would sound good coming from Thor's mouth.

You ground your hips against Thor's. "Please, just fuck me?"

"With pleasure." Thor said, hands gripping your waist tightly to pull you over his large prick, letting you sink down on your own to adjust on your own.

You both moaned. He at the warmth surrounding his cock, you from the full feeling inside of you.

Thor wrapped your hair around his hand, pulling you in for another sweet kiss full of tongue and love. "Love you Princess."

"Love you too hotshot." You smiled, kissing him again before you started to ride him, lifting yourself up and down.

Thor let you take control for a while until your release started to come closer and closer. That was when he pulled you off, setting you on the arm of the movie chair. A whimper left your mouth when he did that, pouting as you sat there.

He grinned at you, before messing with the movie chair and having it move so that the back of the chair was laying all the way back, looking like a bed. He scooped you back up into his strong arms, laying you down on the black leather chair.

He hooked your legs over his broad shoulders before thrusting back in. You cried out, the difference of the angle and the longing fullness from his cock. "Thor. .. Thor."

"Right here Princess." Thor murmured, his fingers working your breasts and button. "You gonna let go for me?"

You nodded, your arms wrapping around his neck. "Yes."

"Good girl." Thor said, leaning down to press a kiss between the valley of your breasts.

At the nickname and the praise, everything just crashed down on you. You released all over Thor's cock, crying out his name. A whiteness seemed to overtake you as you curled your toes. Thor thrusted into your body with a few more languid strokes before he pulled your shoulders tightly, holding you to him as he cummed deep inside of you.

You both caught your breath before Thor pulled out. He grinned as he laid next to you, pulling you into his side, "Did you give Loki the same welcome home treatment?"

"I searched the entire house for the both of you. Could only find you so far." You mumbled with a grin, kissing his cheek.

Thor chuckled, pulling you in for another kiss. He picked up the remote, grabbing a blanket to cover both of your bodies, and you finished watching Death on the Nile with him. Literally, the killer was the most obvious person on the boat and yet no one suspected them because they were the most obvious.

Afterwards, Thor and you snuck up to his room- using his hammer to fly outside the house- and he gave you fresh clothes and he himself got dressed. And then you left to go and find Loki.

You searched the house from top to bottom, asking everyone you came across if they had seen Loki. He didn't seem to be anywhere and you were steadily growing more and more frustrated.

"Has anyone seen Loki?" You finally asked again, coming back into the kitchen. About seven of them were there.

"No?" Clint asked, "Why? Can't find him?"

"This house is to big." You growled.

Tony snickered, "Did you ask F.R.I.D.A.Y. where he is by any chance?"

You just stared at Tony because, no, you had not. "F.R.I.D.A.Y., where's Loki?" You demanded.

"Mr. Laufeyson is on the roof."

There was silence in the kitchen.

"What the fuck?" Sam finally asked. "Why the hell is he on the roof?"

"I'll go check." You said quickly. You ran through the house to Clint's room, popping open one of the vents, crawling through it, kicking the vent at the end upwards, before you carefully put one foot out on the window sill, grabbing the edge of the roof with one hand, wiggling out of the vent, and now you were outside.

You pushed yourself up so that you could crawl onto the roof and look around.

Loki was laying on the roof on his back, arms behind his head, staring at the clouds. Or maybe his eyes were closed, you couldn't tell.

Carefully walking across the somewhat slanted roof, you knew Loki had to have heard you approach. "Lokes? Are you okay?" You asked.

Loki barely stirred, his eyes shifting backwards to look at you upside down. "I'm fine."

"You're on the roof."

"Duly noted."

"You don't like heights."

Loki scowled. You sat down next to him, "Are you sure you're okay?"

Loki shrugged, "Maybe."

"Can I do anything?" You asked.

Loki smiled a little. "Sorry. I'm not trying to worry you, I promise. It's nothing really. I just feel like something's going to happen."

"Something bad?"

"Not necessarily, just something big."

Loki sat up, pulling you into his lap and kissed you. "I apologize for worrying you my Queen. Were you looking for me?"

"I searched the entire house for you." You stated with a small smile. "I should've just asked F.R.I.D.A.Y.. She's the only reason I knew where you were."

"Did you need something from me?" Loki asked, hands on the side of your face, brow furrowed.

"Yes. But we have to get a bed for it." You whispered in his ear before pecking his cheek.

Loki chuckled. "Is that right?"

"Mhmm." You said, subtly grinding down on him now.

Loki held your hips down firmly so that you could move. "You sure we need a bed pet? You seem rather eager to do it out here in the open."

But at that moment, one of the news helicopters that wasn't allowed to fly over, but was doing so anyways, was fluttering around. Loki glared at it. "Stupid thing."

"We should let Tony know."

"He probably already does." Loki hissed, grabbing your hand and showing you a different, much safer path off the roof. We both hurried to the kitchen where Tony was already suiting up in his Iron Man suit to go and tell the news people off.

"I'm suing." Tony grunted before flying out the window.

"So dramatic." Rhodey rolled his eyes.

Loki and you were going to leave that to Tony before he came back down again. He looked at us as the Iron Man suit dissolve into his watch. "Have you guys seen anything peculiar on the news today?"

"I haven't watched the news." you replied, frowning, "Why? What happened?"

"I can answer that." F.R.I.D.A.Y. said.

"Go ahead." Loki said.

"Today, the Supreme Court has passed a law that says that soulmate couples must have a child paired to each soulmate bond." F.R.I.D.A.Y. said.

"What does that mean for us?" Fury asked, leaning forward on the kitchen island, trying to get away from Alpine who had leaped up onto the counter. For such small kittens, they had powerful back legs.

"It would me sir, that Y/N would have to have eleven children or more, one for each of you. Of your own biological genes." F.R.I.D.A.Y. said.

"What?!" Tony protested.

Everyone but Thor, T'Challa, and the super soldier triplets were here. Elizabeth frowned up at the ceiling, like she was trying to glare at the AI.

"How do they plan on enforcing that?" Elizabeth asked curiously.

"Fines of three million dollars." F.R.I.D.A.Y. said.

Elizabeth snorted, "is this a plot to get people to have kids or to just make the Government rich?"

"I can pay those off." Tony said, as though that was meant to reassure us.

"We don't have a time limit though?" You asked.

"There is no specific time limit." F.R.I.D.A.Y. said. "However, most women will be under the gun, so to speak, especially as most women stop having children at the age of thirty-five."

You thought about it and then said, "But I'm immortal."

The others turned to look at you.

"I'm immortal." You repeated. "So, hypothetically speaking, wouldn't we expect to have eleven or more children as the years went on? If say we lived to be 1,000 or something, we'd probably have more than that anyways without the law."

"Fair point." Loki said.

"Unless your vampire immortal." Elizabeth narrowed her eyes at me, "Can your body even reproduce children if you're immortal?"

Your eyes flicked to Fury. He just shrugged.

"Thor can help." Loki said.

You all looked at Loki now. Loki shrugged, "Thor is the God of fertility as well. He can help these pregnancies along magically if need be. He's been holding off as he wanted children naturally, but if magic needs to be involved-"

"Let's hold off on the magic a little longer." Stephen said. "We haven't even been together for a year yet. There's still time to figure things out."

"Hey guys?" Bucky asked, Steve and Sam following him into the room. "There's like seven news helicopters outside and a truckload of reporters outside the gates."

"This is stupid." Elizabeth declared, "Think about it logically! Not everyone can even have children! How do they expect me to have Visions' child? Wanda to have Visions child? What about Natasha and all the other black widows?"

"What's happening?" Steve asked, brow furrowed. "What has the Government done now?"

Elizabeth left the kitchen- probably to go and find Vision or Pietro or Hogun- while Clint and Tony filled the super soldiers in on what they had missed.

"They can't do that." Steve scowled. "They can't just tell us how many kids we have to have. That's against our American rights."

"Sounds like something China would do." Bucky muttered under his breath.

"Yeah, except China was about lowering population, this is about increasing it." Tony muttered, head in hands. For him, he was attempting to think about why America would do this. Usually, they were doing everything they could to decrease the population.

"It must do with us, right?" You finally asked. Everyone stopped spouting theories to look at you. "They didn't make this rule until after we were officially married. Not to mention, there's helicopters flying over this house, trying to figure out what our reactions are going to be to the news."

There was silence as the others thought over what I was saying.

"What do we do about it?" Steve asked.

"Y/N was right before." Loki said. "We have all the time in world as we are all immortal. I don't see any reason why we should worry."

"Or Fraternal twins and triplets." Thor's voice sounded. You all spun, as no one had even seen him come into the room. You had no idea when he had joined the conversation or how much he had heard.

"Fraternal twins?" Rhodey questioned.

"Children who are born at the same time but have different fathers." Thor said with a shrug. "It's rare, but it can't happen. Especially if the father's are Gods or super soldiers."

That made Bucky, Sam, and Steve all exchange an embarrassed glance.

"So, hypothetically," Sam started, "she could potentially had triplets but say the three of us are each a father of one of the children?"

"Exactly." Thor nodded.

There was more silence and then Tony sighed, "We're going to need more rooms."

[holycompendium]

Ascendants OC Masterlist ⛊ Pt. 1

⚔︎ quick context : ascendants is my upcoming descendants fic series centered around merlin academy. you can catch the first chapter of the first installment right here!

ADAM ST. ROSE

Fate : Become cursed to live as a beast & marry Belle. Face Claim : Maxwell Jenkins

ANA CRESTA

Legacy : Daughter of a Neverlandian mermaid. Face Claim : Daniela Avanzini

ARTHUR "ART" PENDRAGON II

Legacy : Son of King Arthur of Camelot. Face Claim : Joshua Bassett

ASTERIA CHARIS

Legacy : Adopted daughter of Erato, muse of lyrical poetry. Face Claim : Bailey Bass

AZRIEL INDIRA

Legacy : Son of the Blue Fairy. Face Claim : Omar Rudberg

BELLE BAPTISTE

Fate : Marry the beast king Adam & establish the United States of Auradon. Face Claim : Zoe Colletti

CASPIAN DELMAR

Legacy : Son of Arista, nephew to Ariel & Eric. Face Claim : Reece King

LYNN ORELLA

Fate : Become the all-powerful enchantress who curses Prince Adam. Face Claim : Choi Yunjin

CLAUDE FROLLO

Fate : Become the villainous archdeacon of Notre-Dame. Face Claim : Case Walker

CRUELLA DE VIL

Fate : Descend into madness and become a tyrannical heiress. Face Claim : Riele Downs

ELI LA BOUFF

Fate : Inherit his family's business and become a wealthy sugar baron. Face Claim : Maxwell Acee Donovan

EUGENE "FITZ" FITZHERBERT

Fate : Abandon his royal heritage and become the thief Flynn Rider. Face Claim : Aryan Simhadri

FINCH

Legacy : Illegitimate son of Robin Hood. Face Claim : Brandon Severs

GASTON LEGUME

Fate : Become an arrogant and selfish game hunter. Face Claim : Belmont Cameli

GRIMHILDE

Fate : Become the Evil Queen & stepmother to Snow White. Face Claim : Ariana Greenblatt

JAFAR

Fate : Become the scheming royal vizier of Agrabah. Face Claim : Jahed

KIRSTI LINDT

Legacy : Daughter of Anna & Kristoff, niece to Elsa. Face Claim : Shay Rudolph

LEAH ROSE

Fate : Marry King Stefan and give birth to Aurora. Face Claim : Dior GoodJohn

LOUIS FACILIER

Fate : Sell his own soul in exchange for the power of a Hodou bokor. Face Claim : Niles Fitch

MIMINA "MIMI" MIM

Legacy : Granddaughter of Mad Madam Mim. Face Claim : Avantika Vandanapu

MAI TREMAINE

Fate : Become the head of the house of Tremaine & become Cinderella's stepmother. Face Claim : Kang Haerin

MULAN FA

Fate : Defeat the Hun army and save the Imperial Kingdom. Face Claim : Zhou Xinyu

ODILE "ODIE" ARNAUD-CHRISTOPHE

Fate : Become an eccentric & benevolent Houdou priestess. Face Claim : Whitney Peak

SAM "SMEE" SMIEGEL

Fate : Serve as Captain Smith's boatswain and first loyal mate. Face Claim : Owen Joyner

STEFAN MOREAU

Fate : Marry Queen Leah & father Aurora. Face Claim : Kahlil Beth

URSULA

Fate : Become a fearsome sea witch. Face Claim : Chandler Kinney

ZEVON

Legacy : Son of Yzma. Face Claim : Charlie Bushnell

[the-knucklesverse]

The Knucklesverse Guide - Quick Version

The Master Emerald—who loves her guardian something fierce—creates a special place where all the versions of her guardian from across different universes can come and socialize, be safe, and not feel so all alone anymore. This place exists in a little pocket dimension the ME created, and is called The Sanctuary.

Who are the Knuckles in attendance? You can check the Google Doc for more details, but in a nutshell:

Games/Comics

Archie - Little echidna, very big, convoluted storyline.

Dark - Ex-Enerjak of Dark Mobius storyline. Universally disliked. (Whole lotta nasty in a wrinkly package)

Gawain - Begrudging king, not very fond of the job but loved by all regardless.

Sinbad - World Ring bearer, and sufferer of bad luck.

Modern - Serious and stoic, history buff.

TV/Movies

Boom - Big heart, very affectionate, and honorary big brother to all.

Dread - Stinky pirate, causes problems on purpose - eldest of the shatter triplets.

Gnarly - Anxious, nervous, sensitive to chaos energy - youngest of the shatter triplets.

Renegade (Ren) - Blunt and level headed, gets bad vibes when something's wrong - the middle shatter triplet.

Prime - The original Knuckles the shatter triplets split from and is uncomfortable around them.

Ova - Total cryptid, appears at will with his bag of endless possibilities.

Wachowski - The only one who knew his tribe, and typically the one to acclimate to new situations best.

X - Short temper, very gullible, pretty rude, but still a sweetie deep down.

THE MOMS

Maddie Wachowski - Veterinarian and the more gentle of the moms, always ready with a calm head and kind word.

Callie MacPherson - Mama Qwerty's OC, and full of snark, sass, and love - works best with the more troublesome of the Knuckles (ie, DREAD).

AU KNUX - all created by the folks on Echidna's Parade server

Cyber - A holographic program created by the ME to act as go-between, designed in the form of the echidna under his care.

Hackett - 8 foot tall echidna working in thankless magic tech support.

Jax - Former knight to the cruel Queen of Hearts. One of the most anxious.

Nile - Mummy Knux - serious and regal, blunt and almost tactless - ghost "servants" (companions).

Quetzal (aka Q) - Dragon Knux with golden retriever vibes.

Zombby (aka Z or Little Z) - Mischievous little kid zombie - the baby of the family who’s adored by all.

THE TWINS - Metzli & Yunuen

Metzli - Was a bodyless spirit for a while, and retains his ghost abilities. Protective of Yunuen.

Yunuen - An ex-eldrich body snatcher that fears his old self. Anxious, tends to hide behind Metzli.

THE SISTERS (FRATERNAL TWINS) - Lavender and Violet

Lavender - Silly and playful, naive and impulsive. Tries to befriend everyone.

Violet - Grumpier and more serious. Needs to be physically dragged by her sister into activities.

[erenspussy420]

Tryst In Between (OC/Al-Haitham)

MDNI 18+ ONLY

Fandom: Fire Emblem Heroes (FEH)/Genshin Impact

pairing: OC Sierra/ Al-haitham

Word count: 5.555

Note: For my dear friend I hope you enjoy . Sorry for the wait.

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Beneath thick silver lashes, green eyes scan across the wide blue skies and down to the plummeting height the castle of Askr sat. If one didn't know any better they say it was the castle of the sky as it even towered over the clouds. Al-haitham digresses, however even he takes care not to look down too long.

Taking in the beauty of such a realm, far away from the familiar rolling hills of Sumeru, he reminisces of his recent dwelling place . It's been months now that he found himself here in this strange kingdom. A realm, literal worlds away from home— a land where time has mingled with past, present and future. Where those of the highest of nobles, kings and queens and down to society's lowest orphans, had gathered to fight for something beyond skirmishes of land. Even the gods fight by their sides— something he could only dream of.

Side by side, as if they were equals.

Almost . He clicks his tongue behind his teeth, watching the dragons fly freely into the open skies. The glinting eyes of the dark dragon's wings cut through the thickest of clouds, the faint sunlight catches the amethyst scales that marked several eyes leering at him menacingly. Its body ate the sun briefly. The world went dark when he breathed, the dragon known as Grima, dives under the clouds and the world is painted once more. The great dragon disappears with the younger dragons chasing its tail. They dive beneath the clouds in one fell swoop. Al-haitham loses sight of them. 

‘A realm of possibilities, ’ Al-haitham thinks.

Even its library never seems to end, it seems like every floor expands with each passing day. He traces over books with familiar insignias from Sumeru. Where every crucial point in time, where decisions were made and interactions vital once in a lifetime seemed to be lost in another. It's interesting. Even during his time as a humble feeble scholar, this theory has been touched with scrutiny and hands that have no business being careless.

Here Al-haitham is the outlier of his world.

And here he found something far more fascinating.

Rather someone.

Behind him, the soft thumps of footsteps came up the wooden staircases of Askr's grand library. They’re light and hurried, as the familiar voice comes,”Hawk!” Sierra’s blonde hair came into view, then the rest of her followed by the endearing smile she sports as she spots him. Her cheeks were flushed, her chest heaving as she had run up the stairs trying to make it on time. She fixes her hair, brushing back pale blonde locks as she steps onto the last step. He takes her in. His gaze fixed on her, from the flush redness of her cheeks, the fleeting gaze of her eyes caught his attention.

Red. Despite his lack of interest in romances, even he can say the shade of her eyes reminded him of dendrobiums. Had his fellow scholars heard him, he would have caught fire for lack of decorum or rather lack of pride in their homeland flowers. Even then, Sumeru's flowers do not have the same hue of her eyes. Their hue of red lacks the vibrancy, the shade of red that makes a ruby look dim in the Askr sun.

She's fascinating. The summoner of Askr, Sierra as he knows her by name. A witch from beyond the starlight's grace.

In the realm of Askr, they were the outliner of the heroes. The outcasts, some like the silver haired archer, Niles would say.

“Sierra,” the corner of Al-haitham’s lip curls,” you’re late. Didn’t I warn you not to keep me waiting?”

Before this week, on this particular day,  Al-haitham had thought over many things. The Summoner, as she is, shoulders the duties of the unenviable position of being the leader of a mass army. Not a typical army, one made of groups that most would have a difficult time even trying to be in the same room much less under the same banner. Al-haitham included. It simply shows what he knows of Sierra— she's capable of more than what meets the eye. Amassing quite the diverse army to fight together, having to create alliances with beings who controlled dreams and venture into time.

He hasn’t met anyone like her.

Al-haitham is content with his small cloister of allies, he can concede to her in her judgment of character. It’s rare to find one sound of mind, more with the power than many would have risked their lives for in Teyvat.

Though he must say, he did like being the odd one out amongst the other heroes.

“I know I know!” Sierra spoke breathlessly as she gulped down air. She wiped her forehead off the small sweat building on her blonde brow’s,” I got caught up with some of the heroes, didn’t think everyone needed me today.”

“Hmm, did you overestimate your time once again? Well then, for this you must assist me in this research or would you bow your head three times?” He smirks, he rests a hand under his chin,” I prefer the bowing”. If it was anyone else, it would have been playful. If you didn't know Al-haitham it would have been sarcastic. Since it was Al-haitham it was both. His dry humor seems to be a hit or miss.

Sierra laughs, as she hangs her cloak to the side nooks were,” I just think you like seeing me submit.” The tease in her tone matched that gleam in her bright eyes.

His smirk seeps into his voice,” An insight or a presumption?”

She only flashed him a too smug grin as she passed him.

“Sorry, I was down by the training tower,” Sierra explains as she smoothes down her blue wool shift. It was cool in the high castle of Askr. Even if Al-haitham himself felt a constant pleasant temperature as a result of being summoned, Sierra didn't share the same benefit.” Byleth wanted to go over some new tactics with me.”

Oh, him. An unpleasant disdain soured his good mood. He shuts the book he was leafing through with a passive ‘ thump’.

“Ah Byleth,” The name tastes sour on his tongue, he turns on his heel heading towards the table he had set up for their session. His walk could be called a saunter by some and cocky asshole by others, but Sierra can say its art— the subtle sway of hips accentuated by the grace of his walk. Sierra has met plenty of beautiful people, some with eyes like the sun, others whose beauty makes you weak kneed and others as Sierra had met, could not be properly done justice with a few words.

And then there was Al-haitham.

“I presume he was able to see the flaws of his last strategy?” His voice frosted the glass as they walked further into the library.

“His plan was great.”

“It could have been better.”

A stray ray of light touches him, the grace of his gaze stills her breath in her chest. For a brief moment, she can see all the variations of blues, greens, and teal that made his eyes. Even the wisps of his silver hair glimmer under the bright Askr sky. The sharp curve of his lashes, the faint glimmer of starlight that clung to all heroes paint him as– beyond the grace of the heavens.

Reminiscent of the gems that fell onto Askr before his arrival. A dazzling shower of stars that burned bright as they fell, shattering into dust over Aether islands. One by chance survives its fall, its journey to her hand brought newness in the realm of Midgard. Thrumming with glows of pinks and blue, the star spoke like that of a heart– wanting to live .

A scoff leaves his lips easy as the air he breathes,” While Byleth had been busy refining his so called tactics—,” Sierra lips part ready to defend the Professor, Al-haitham turned heel those bright teal eyes carrying the sun,” —I had learned more of this realm's magic.”

Sierra pressed her pale pink lips for a moment, mulling over it. Red eyes flit under thick lashes, looking over her stoic scholar. She cocks her head at him,” Go on.”

“I found something interesting,” He spoke, his slim fingers thumbing the pages of the thick tomb,” the magic here adapts to its users, letting us borrow from its source. I haven’t seen anything like this in Teyvat, see how this…”

And off went Al-haitham with his research, describing how even at first glance utilization of magic from their realm differs from his own—  it became clear his research brought forth a possibility that spells from Teyvat can be replicated here. Sierra followed his lesson, the thought of recreating spells from his realms was tempting, especially with what Al-haitham was willing to show her using his Akasha Terminal. Sierra felt so jealous of such a small thing to store all that information with just a flick of a finger—- God, she missed her things back home!

Someone should make more of those things!

“Would you be willing to try it?” His voice broke her out of that envy. Looking over his paperwork, following the sequences of how magic would be transferred over to them, Sierra’s mind went into work. It’s possible, She thinks, being able to funnel magical techniques from the Embla realms (as all have a tie to it) to the world of Teyvat. It’s another thing to dissect to unravel the code of the Teyvat magical system.

She huffs out a smile, Al-Haitham would have been fun to go against back in her world. 

“Hm?” She looks at him in surprise,” You want me to try?”

“Who else would have I asked?” Al-haitham said simply as if it was obvious, the words flooding her with warmth. Their chosen spot is near the current farthest corner of the library. Sierra isn’t sure of it herself, as the library of Askr always seems to expand by the year, currently Teyvat has its own lore recorded along with Dragalia.

Al-haitham hums lowly, as he focuses a small pulse of his magic– vivid greens swirling on the tips of his fingers. It would have been preferable to attempt such experimentation outside by the training grounds. However, he found that unsuitable for his plans. Besides, he would rather not give Byleth another chance.

In some ways, the two were similar— but Al-haitham digressed with such shallow assumptions. Al-Haitham didn’t care what others think of him, he is aware of the wariness from other scholars– and even heroes—of him. Their stoic personalities with blunt honesty, brilliant minds and by the gaggle of women who fawn over the heroes in the town—- unreasonably handsome. While Byleth was more approachable, more social and with patience for what Al-haitham can tolerate, Al-haitham was the opposite. He can spare a word or two about questions he finds interest in, his input aiding scholars but his barbed tongue scares off most. Even if his words were cutting, the underlying kindness is subtle to untrained ears. Aside from that Al-haitham prefers his solitude.

Still, something stirs in Al-haitham when Sierra comes to find him. He had been the first hero to be summoned into Askr with no knowledge of the Embla or what pertains the connections of the various worlds Askr hosts. Fascination? Of course. Interest? Granted. 

Their growing …..relations, Al-haitham had named, hold a profound sense of understanding. Perhaps words failed him this time, the thoughts of what it could be were taken with speculation that always end up in the same result. 

“There we go…..hm….you catch on quick.”

“I have you don't I?” What a bold woman, he thinks. His body hovers close to her watching with rapt eyes as his own spells are being replicated.

“ You have me ,” He affirms in a quiet tone, then he dares as prod for the truth to his desires,” Is that what you want?”

It had come to a point where his theory was to be tested. Over a series of small but significant  results of his probing of what he was experiencing with his summoner. A wry smirk lifts the corner of his lips, even his own words have mold to possessive nouns. 

Sierra didn’t speak, the words froze on her tongue, but it didn’t deter her lips from moving. Yes .

“Now this, hold it,” Al-haitham's voice was soft and smooth as he leaned over her. His chest pressing into her back as his arms supporting hers trace over her flesh, in a faint show of ‘fixing her posture’. “Good…. very good ,” Sierra felt the warmth of his breath graze her cheek. The rush of blood deafens her when his cheek rests on her own skin. The graze of his clothes brushing up on her as Al-haitham presses his hips against the plush of her ass. Suddenly, it felt like everything had become loud but focused. She could see the way he sighs softly, the rustle of his cape as the drag of his fingers on her shot sparks down her warmth. 

“Your control is admirable,” He murmurs as not to break her. Whether he meant about her ability with her magic or not melting when he's pressed into her. She isn't sure, but it's becoming harder to think.

Sierra arched herself under his touch. A soft low sweet whimper filled the tense space between them. Al-haitham felt himself harden at the whimper, the plush of her round ass pressing on his groin. The warm heat of her plump rear warms him, a deep satisfied grunt stirs in his throat. One lone hand slides down her side, along the side of her chest, down  along her belly then over her hip. Pressing her firmly against him. Sierra could feel him. It felt good, so very good, Sierra swallows, feeling her throat thicken as his other trace along her arms, almost in turn with how her magic blooms from her fingers.

Her magic flutters, growing out and pulsing as her focus blurs.

Sierra can feel the heat of his body seep into her skin. Her magic, whips and curls around, the reflection of her soul. It's calming blue. Bold, soothing as it brushes over their skin even when she trembles against him, her mind a whirl of thoughts trying to regain her bearings. Even as her body heats with want. Want of more from him. 

He’s warmer than she expected.

He watches her weave her magic, taking the form of his own spells. A sense of satisfaction rolls into his body at the sight of her success. He gathered as much, from the time he had invested with her he would have been surprised if she didn’t. Even in the face of success, it wasn’t what he was truly interested in.

For his actual theory, he dares his hands to explore. “You’re always surprising me, Sierra,” his mellow voice melted her knees. He rests his cheek against her head, his nose nuzzling her hair. The scent of citrus and cinnamon sends a flurry of tingles and pricks down his body. Sierra pressed flushed up against Al-haitham makes his muscles strain with need. 

Nothing great comes from passiveness .

The silence drags on that felt like eternity until Al-haitham leans down and murmurs in that low deep voice that made Sierra squeeze her thighs. There was no one on this floor, no footsteps coming up, as her magic flared like a blanket around them. No one will see them, not here behind the towering bookshelves that twist and turn. His long cool fingers slid down her arms and over her generous chest. Palming over them he squeezes them feeling their weight—- a low grunt leaves him. Sierra is panting softly, biting her knuckles as his hands explore her.

Al-haitham turns his face and nuzzles her cheek, the warm friction of his fingers tracing circles on her nipples, over the thin fabric of her top.

“ I want you.”

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.

.

They practically flee from the library to her isolated room. Flee is a loose term, not with the way he marched with restrained urges to pick her up and take her. Sierra had to be pressed into his side, his arm being the sole thing keeping her from collapsing onto the ground. Her thighs kept squeezing, useless to her.

It's the least he could do after all. His hands squeezing her ass to help her stay stimulated. The kisses he stole from her— hard and greedy kisses that had her tugging his hair for more. No one saw them, as he knew they wouldn't. He isn't careless in his plans.

Making their way to her isolated room, they barge in, Al-haitham securing it shut behind. Her arms snake around his neck as she kissed him again, the warmth of her lips barely soothes the heat in his body. Plans, he had plans he knew were prepared for this, but not everything goes to plan as the kiss becomes hotter, tongues sweeping their way in. His hand rests in the small of her back as his other hand squeezed her thighs. Tracing circles as he sneaks between her waistband, he can feel her moans reverb in his throat. 

He didn't want anyone else to see the pretty faces she makes when his hand palm between her thighs.

Sierra's breath hitches, the cool pad of his fingers tracing under the lining of her clothes. Al-Haitham's thumb rubs over a nub, pushing on it as he kisses her neck. Sierra digs her nails on his back— her room was dimly lit from the faint sun peeking through the curtains. No one was going to miss them for the next few hours, she knew the schedule of the army like the back of her hand. 

 Groaning, she kissed his hair, her hands running over his arms. Gods , Sierra nuzzles his hair as she kisses along his jaw, he smells so good.

Oud, jasmines, amber come to mind as Sierra nibbles on his ear lobe. Her hands squeeze his hips, earning herself a husky chuckle that makes her throb. She breathes him in again, a hint of coffee that he likes. The ones Sierra had Anna special order from Muspell.

She fully took advantage of this moment. His clothes stripped away set aside neatly along with her own robes. Even now, Al-haitham had been composed if not a little hurried as he undressed her, his hands tracing over the curve of her back, mapping out every curve and dip of her body. 

He wants to commit this to memory.

She traces over his arms, the curve of his hips, her eyes full of awe and eagerness as she felt his skin under her hands. His tongue laps over her pulse, hot wet flesh tasting her. A low hum came from his chest, it’s such a delicious noise from him. Sierra sucks on her bottom lip as she finally gets to squeeze those amazing big pecs. Heaven~, She squeals inwardly.

“You're eager aren't you,” Al-haitham notes, noticing her eager expression. His smirk is dangerous to her heart. 

“Maybe,” Sierra grins back at him,” I never seen you so excited.”. Her cheeks were flushed but she is not ashamed. Her fingers traced down the sides of his abs, tracing taut muscles and down the curve of his hip—tracing along the V of his hips.

Her hand trembles, once she felt the smooth silly head of his cock, drawing a hiss from him. Pride roses in her, knowing she's the one making him feel like this. Grasping his length, she pumps it experimenting the way with how she felt it throb in her hands. Al-haitham leans on her, his rumbling with groans as she plays with his cock. Fat, veiny and girthy, Sierra thumb swipes over the precum beading over his slit. It grows and pulses under hands, Sierra sucks on her bottom lip already imagining it snug in her pussy.

A soft moan slipped out, neither knew who it belonged to nor did it matter. Touching each other, their hands working each other to stoke the heat in their bellies. She slowly squeezes as she pumps up, drawing a hiss from him, the corner of his mouth displaying teeth— the accompanied pulse of his cock in her hand. 

Then the flicker of a wet tongue on her nipple followed with a grunt from Al-Haitham. His hands push away the rest of her summoner's uniform, tossing it to the plush chair, hands tracing under her full breasts taking in the heaviness by cupping them in his hands. Gently squeezing them, kneading them. They're so soft, so plump and full– his hips grinded themselves against her mattress the more he played with her.

“ Ahh mmmm …A-Al-haitham,” Sierra gasps his name with her native accent coating it.

The hot flush of arousal shot through Al-haitham as Sierra jolted under him. Squeezing her sensitive breasts as he nibbles and suckled her pink nipples. His hot tongue swirling around her buds.

 “Mmph!” Sierra turns her face away, biting her knuckle. Closing her eyes as felt her cunt twitch with every swipe of his tongue. The ways his lips suckled them, his tongue tracing the hard nipple. His fingers trace over her slit, making her squirm and whimpers as his thumb teases her clit. Dragging over the sensitive bud, the dull pulsing spikes her cunt with throbbing as his knuckles drags along her cunt. She can’t help the way she pushes her hips needily against his knuckles, the sensation felt too good to stop. 

“Yes,” she whimpers,” keep doing that .”  Why did he have to be good at this too? So unfair.

“Wet, not even that, you’re drenched for me,” Al-haitham remarks, when he slips in one finger, finding it so easy to slip in. Sierra mewls, and he can’t help it, he rakes his teeth tugging the pink pebbles with it— feeling her walls pulse. It’s becoming difficult not to immediately take her. Usually he had more restraint, more composed, but with her— it became moot.  He grunts, feeling the way her walls clenched around his fingers trying to devour him as he gently scissored her. 

“ Ah ah ,” Sierra arches up, her eyes lidded in this heady daze, not staring at anything in particular as she's lost to reality. Al-haitham felt torn. One one hand he wanted to keep this memorized, seeing the expression he fantasized of her being replaced with the genuine pleasure she felt. On the other hand he can’t bear to stop watching his fingers pump in and out sticky with her fluids. Sacrifices had to be made, but he will have his chances again. The leaking precum drips down his bouncing cock.

“Ooh fuck!” Sierra squeals, she sat up hugging his neck as she whimpered, feeling her walls welcome the thick veiny cock that was sliding in. Wet with her arousal, gently testing its new home with the barely restrained jolts of Al-haitham's hips. She shuts her eyes, her blonde hair sticking to her skin with her sweat. A low growl leaves him. She couldn't see it, but Al-haitham looked so debauched . The sharpness of his brilliant green eyes seemed to be dark dazed with the heady sensations that rose in him. His muscles were pulsing under her hands, his thighs were trembling from how good it fucking felt .

The slick hot walls of her warmth squeezing him- taking him so eagerly!

He kisses down over the top of her breasts, before trailing down between down her waist, kissing her stomach, as far as he could go nothing wasn't missed by him.

His lips part, breathing in heavily as the squeezing of Sierra's warmth is making him desperate to rut mindlessly in her. However, he refrains from it, a labor on its own from how he had to tease her warmth by gently rocking inside. He’s not going to show Sierra how visceral the primal urge to finish in her, that he felt. The hot flush of heat, swishing in his lower belly going hand in hand with the tightening of his balls. His tongue runs over his teeth in concentration,’ Not yet.’ Inch by inch, the two cling feeling him sink inside her. Sierra huffs, her hands firmly grip his hair as Al-haitham hands grip under her thighs. He held her up, arms shaking as he tried to control the utter pathetic writhing in his body to grind into her.

It's hot, his mind felt just as hot as the rest of him, so good . His lips curled as his hips jolted into her, the warm fluids coating his cock.

“Don’t….ngh…don’t..” Sierra mumbled under her breath. She grunts and grabs a fistful of his hair. For a moment Al-haitham stopped, wondering if he went too hard already—- but all those thoughts went out the door, as Sierra's legs embraced his waist,” ah fuck. Mm just w-wait……mn.”

Her feet plant themselves on his back as she arches up. Oh, he's so damn big. Sierra needs a moment to adjust as she feels all of him inside. His member twitching needily in her warmth, she can feel the thick veins pushing on her walls. Straining with the urge to spill. However, Al-haitham is patient. His fingers run through her hair, soothing her with gentle kisses pressed along her jaw. His hands were gentle and soothing as he massages her inner thighs and kisses her knee. Sierra melted under his touch.

“May I?” he murmurs against her ear, the soft brushes of his lips were gentle as he asked for permission.

“ Yes.”

Al-haitham breathing hard, beads of sweat dripping down his body as he kisses Sierra's jaw. His hand holding her neck turns her so he could kiss her, the kiss deep as Sierra's tongue slips into his mouth with a whimper. Enough to distract her, muffling his own him as he begins to thrust gently. The hot flush of heat crawls up his body.  He groans, thrusting harder into her pussy, the loud sound of his cock soaked in her fluids sent a shudder down his spine. 

She writhes under him, shaking away from the kiss as whines came out, “Mn! Ngh!” she hugs his neck, the sound of her mewls muffled into his hair. Pressing on, Al-haitham keeps thrusting, feeling the charge of heat shoot up his spine. His knees dig into the mattress as he drags Sierra onto his lap to continue kissing her as his cock makes itself at home. Light pants emerge with every increased pace, Al-haitham felt light headed, it truly felt good being squeezed by her slick heat.

 She pants trying to speak but once more his mouth devours her voice making her body shudder as the sound of slick is more noisy than before. Al-haitham closes his eyes, focusing on how good it felt, listening to Sierra's moaning and mewling. This is what he wanted to remember .

She wasn’t going to just let him have all the fun. She curls up to him, a hand behind his neck and the other on his back. Bouncing herself on his cock, Sierra moans and groans with every thrust. Her breath hitches, as he gets more rough with his thrusts, the sounds of flesh slapping against another. “Mmn,” he grunts as she drags her nails down his back,” Look at you, coming undone with this?” Sierra wanted to laugh, even with his words Al-Haitham’s cheeks were flushed pink, licking his lips as if his tongue didn’t know what to do with itself when it was not in her mouth.

Gods, Sierra knew she had thoughts of him like this before, it was hard not to think of him at times. It took time, patience and occasionally a Hero’s Journey or two for them to breach what could be friendship. Al-haitham is the one who approached her, who listened to her and actually took her thoughts seriously. It just clicked with him. And now, right now she didn’t want to think, she wanted to soak herself in him.

Still not finished with her, he pulls out the loud suction of his cock makes a spurt of cum land on her lips. Sierra grunts, displeased with his decision. ” Come back,” she demanded from him. Al-Haitham scoffs, "How demanding”. He smirks down at her, drops of sweat slipping down his head and down his neck. His chest rises with each heavy breath, his hand pats her thigh,” Don't worry, I’m not done yet,” He warns her,” Get ready.”

His cock, glistening with a mixture of fluid, bobbed as he flipped her onto her belly. A light pinch to her cheek, drawing a laugh from her then a squeal as he slips back into her. Caging her in, with his body he pumps into her. The slaps of his hips against her ass, the erotic sight of his cock disappearing in her lights him a flame. 

“Fuck,” she grunts, pushing up against his chest, whimpering as his palms cover her hands, as he thrusts harder.

He’s gasping for air, swallowing down the drool that pools at the base of his tongue. Grunting mixed with primal heady growls as he pistons into Sierra, her hips following him not ready to part from him not even a second. He can feel her heartbeat through her walls, the sight of her round ass bouncing with every hard fuck he gave her. Nothing however compared to the cries leaving her, his name falling from her lips in wails and grunts when he toyed with her with the hard nub. The bud slick their juices rubs easily between the pads of his finger and thumb. “Mmmm,” Sierra whimpers as she follows his rhythm,” fuck…..yes yes yes….” She chants as she's feeling the build up in her core.

“Al-haitham,” She manages out, a whine drags his name from her,” Al- haitha -m!”

“Yes?” he hisses as his mouth refuses to follow. A growl leaves him as he rolls and pumps that swollen nub to match his thrusts,” You like this. You love how I touch you.”

It wasn't even a question, his time sending her body shaking, her thighs feeling useless even as Al-haitham drags her hips up against him. His arms strained, the veins of his arms bulging as he grunts in exertion.

“ Yes!” Sierra wails clutching the bed sheets, she can feel their juices leak down her cunt, dripping their way down to her belly. She can't help it, it felt way too good, her mind felt fuzzy as she can feel her muscles get tight. The sounds of their skin slapping, mixed with the loud squelching of her pussy getting filled. Her glistening lips getting smacked by his balls with every thrust. Al-haitham grunts in satisfaction, admiring what he was doing to her. Her curvy figure bouncing right under him, the memory burning itself right at home.

He wasn't going to last long, he could feel his abdomen twitch, getting tight as he chased the mind numbing heat. He already came into her, he wanted to again but he wasn't going to assume just yet. He spoke, his voice breathless as he drank down air. “ Sierra ,” He said roughly, his thrusts getting messy now, not as steady. His cock was getting swollen ready to spill,” Sierra tell me now, where do you want me to finish?”

Sierra makes a noise he couldn't understand, he asks again, more hurried as he can feel the warm spurts,” Sierra!”

She lets out a loud whiny wail as her walls squeeze and pulse flooding with her orgasm.

“On my back!” She shouts, arching up in time for Al-haitham to pull out and aim for her back. Long ropes of hot cum shoot over her back, coating her glistening skin with thick white cum. With his release spilling out,  his head fell back with a deep messy groan as. His cock jolts slowly softening with cum painting her ass. 

Her room smelled of musk and sex, the couple shaking in bed, their bodies exhausted from the orgasm shaking their cores. Al-haitham settled himself onto her side, feeling the thrum of his body shudder and his ball pulsing from releasing again. A low hum rang through them, Sierra collapsed onto her bed sheets, her body quaking and trembling almost boneless as her orgasm rings through her. She pants, closing her eyes as she feels the bed dip on her side as Al-haitham wipes her back with a cloth.

“You…..you were….,” Al-haitham's words fade as he breathes in, his body glistening with sweat,”... Sierra .”

“Mmm?” she hums not facing him. He scoffs lightly, amused as he rolls her onto her back. Seeing her flushed, her smile of satisfaction with that tiredness. “Yeah?”

His hand rested on her lower belly,” Thank you.” Even if it didn't articulate everything he was thinking of, what he felt with her, it was what he wanted to say for a while 

“About what?,” she asks, resting her head on him. She can hear the beat of his heart, thumping hard. 

He closes his eyes, finally feeling the bone weariness of finally being with her,” Summoning me.”

She shifts to her side, taking in the way of his hips buck slightly. Sierra smiles widely,” Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For coming.”

[sigyns-drafts]

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Norse mythology

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Ror!Thor x Fem!Sif reader(A kiss under the evening sun)

Ror!Hermes x NB! Human reader (Enchanting music of the night)

In whistling spirits can be growth (Hades x Persephone)

With an Honorary status, beware the rubble (Odin, Loki, Sigyn, Angrboda)

The unlikely jackal-headed companion (Ror!Anubis x fem!reader)

Bonding by the Nile (Smite!Sobek & Neith)

With parental aid, my cycle's dread will fade (Hel!Reader with Loki and Sigyn)

Slumber in the Divine Boardroom (Gn!Reader x ror!Hades x Buddha x Loki x Poseidon)

Secret crushes and seashells (Ror poseidon x oc)

You remind me so much of him (ror buddha x fem!reader)

[goldheartedsky]

100 Fics in 100 Days Masterpost

A brilliant mutual suggested I make a master post for my 100 days of fics, so here it is! I've listed the pairing, rating, word count, and any major warnings!

Fics 1-10:

Break (Andy/Booker, T, 0.3k) Headspace (Andy/Booker, G, 0.6k) two halves mourning (Andy/Booker, G, 1.1k) does it feel slow? (Andy/Booker + Andy/Joe, M, 1.6k) Virtue (Andy/Booker, T, 0.6k) Wrap (Andy/Booker + Joe/Nicky, T, 0.9k) Exaltation (Andy/Booker, E, 1.6k) Last Match (Andy/Booker, T, 1k) The Kiss (Andy/Booker, T, 0.5k) are you reaching for me (making love to someone else?) (Andy/Booker + Booker/Female OCs, E, 2.2k)

Fics 11-20:

First Birthdays (Andy/Booker, G, 0.4k) Second Chances (Andy/Booker + Joe/Nicky, G, 1.6k) Unearth (Andy/Booker, G, 0.9k) in it to win it (Andy/Booker + Joe/Nicky + Booker/Nicky, T, 0.4k) Wanted (Andy/Booker, G, 1.1k) The Warmth of Your Body (Andy/Booker, M, 1.6k) Salted Earth (Andy/Booker + Joe/Nicky, T, 1.4k) Doctor's Orders (Andy/Booker, G, 1.3k) Gape (Booker/Joe/Nicky + Andy/Booker, E, 0.6k) Release (Andy/Booker + Joe/Nicky, T, 1.1k)

Fics 21-30:

Departure (Andy/Booker + Joe/Nicky, G, 1.2k) set it up (Andy/Booker + Joe/Nicky, G, 0.7k) To The Bone (Andy/Booker + Andy/Quynh, T, 2.4k) Aftermath (Andy/Booker, G, 1k) Mutual (Andy/Booker, M, 1.2k) No Roots (Andy/Booker, G, 1.4k) With Pride (Andy/Booker + Booker/Male OC, T, 0.8k) The Agreement (Andy/Booker + Booker/Wife, T, 2.1k) Neon Lights (Andy/Booker, M, 0.9k) stay right where you are (Andy/Booker + Joe/Nicky/Nile, G, 0.5k)

Fics 31-40:

Wonder of Wonders (Andy/Booker, T, 1.6k) Closer to the Edge (Andy/Booker, M, 1.3k) No Goodbyes (Andy/Booker, T, 1.8k) Waves (Andy/Booker, G, 0.4k) Teeth (Andy/Booker, T, 1.6k) Heartbreak Weather (Andy/Booker + Joe/Nicky, G, 0.4k) Orientation (Andy/Booker, G, 1k) Dark Water (Andy/Booker, T, 1.7k) Smoke (Andy/Booker + Joe/Nicky, M, 0.6k) (un)lucky strike (Andy&Nicky + Joe/Nicky, T, 0.9k)

Fics 41-50:

Arrival (Andy/Booker, G, 0.6k) darling, I'd go through it again (if I could hold you for a minute) (Andy/Booker, T, 1k) on a night like tonight (Andy/Booker, G, 0.6k) Like a Grave (Booker/Quynh, M, 0.4k) Reinforcement (Andy/Booker + Joe/Nicky, G, 1.6k) Creep (Manuel/Majid + Manon/Manuel, E, 3.5k) Beyond the Sea (Andy/Booker, T, 0.9k) Intruder (Andy/Booker + Joe/Nicky, T, 1.5k) What's Your Number? (Booker&Nile + Andy/Booker, G, 1.2k) Swipe Right (Andy/Booker + Joe/Nicky, T, 3.7k)

Fics 51-60:

Like a Rat King (Andy/Booker + Nile&Joe, G, 0.6k) Dangerous Hands (Andy/Booker + Joe/Nicky, E, 2.8k) measure the silence of a house (Andy/Booker, T, 1k) The Invitation (Andy/Booker, G, 1.6k) Night Moves (Andy/Booker, M, 0.6k) Riptide (Andy/Booker + Joe/Nicky, T, 2.8k) Caged (Andy/Booker, E, 0.4k) Lavender Dreams (Andy/Booker, G, 0.6k) Green Light (Andy/Booker, G, 0.6k) Glory (Andy/Booker, E, 1.1k)

Fics 61-70:

Lights Out (Andy/Booker + Andy&Joe, T, 1k) The Bottom (Andy/Booker + Andy/Quynh, M, 0.4k) let me put my lips to something (Andy/Booker + Booker/Joe/Nicky, M, 0.7k) The Rush (Andy/Booker/Joe, E, 1.3k) Beautiful Boy (Andy/Booker + Andy&Booker&Jean-Pierre, T, 1k) Low Fidelity (Andy/Booker + Booker/Wife, T, 0.8k) nothing on my mind (Andy/Booker, G, 0.4k) Joyride (Andy/Booker + Joe/Nicky, M, 1.3k) Love on Top (Andy/Booker, M, 0.4k) feel it in the morning (Booker/Wife + Andy/Booker, M, 1.2k)

Fics 71-80:

When the Feeling Sinks In (Andy/Booker + Joe/Nicky, T, 4.5k) MCD The Art of Letting Go (Booker&Joe + Andy/Booker, T, 2.3k) Next to Normal (Andy/Booker, T, 2.3k) The Storm (Andy/Booker, G, 0.6k) Cut to the Feeling (Joe/Nile, E, 3.1k) young hearts run free (Andy/Booker + Joe/Nicky, M, 1.6k) Electric Body (Andy/Booker, M, 0.9k) this is for keeps (Andy/Booker + Joe/Nicky, M, 2.4k) oh joy (when you call me) (Andy/Booker + Joe/Nicky, M, 1.4k) Like Wedding Lovers (Nile/Quynh + Andy/Booker + Joe/Nicky, M, 0.8k)

Fics 81-90:

Here and Away (Andy/Booker, G, 0.4k) shatter the night (Andy/Booker, T, 0.9k) Head Over High Heels (Andy/Booker, E, 1k) Valiant (Andy/Booker + Andy/Male OC, T, 11.7k) Graphic violence Back to Work (Andy/Booker, M, 0.6k) Noise Complaints (Andy/Booker, T, 1k) Secret Oath (Andy/Booker, M, 1.6k) All Hail the Heartbreaker (Andy/Booker, T, 0.8k) stuck (Andy/Booker, G, 1k) Silk on Silk (Andy/Booker, M, 1.1k)

Fics 91-100:

Re-Entry (Andy/Booker, T, 1.4k) Initiation (Andy/Booker/Joe, E, 2.9k) Birthday Girl (Andy/Booker, G, 0.5k) let's get down to the love tonight (Andy/Booker, E, 4.2k) oh, don't you mind the war tonight... (Booker/Wife, G, 1.2k) Mother Tongue (Andy/Booker, T, 0.9k) the end of all things (Andy/Booker + Booker/Wife, G, 1k) After the Storm (Andy/Booker + Andy&Le Livre Boys, G, 2.7k) right where you belong (Andy/Booker, G, 0.5k) Feels Like The First Time (Andy/Booker, M, 9.1k)

Thank you to everyone who listened to me complain about this, offered prompts, and kept me motivated for these past 100 days. I honestly couldn't have done it without you!

[daughter-of-melpomene]

Hey dolly! can you tell me about your fraiser oc idea? I know nothing but i love spoilers! thank you!

Thanks so much for this, Leaf!! Evie's official intro is right here, but I'll be happy to tell you some facts about her!!

Evie first realized she was bisexual when when was a teenager attending a fancy private school in Chelsea. One of the other girls in her year was holding a party to send everyone off for the winter break, and a few girls from the nearby town snuck in to party with the others. Evie was chatting with a pretty town girl named Lissie for most of the party, and eventually, out of the blue, Lissie asked if she could kiss her. Evie was shocked and politely turned her down, and the two of them managed to talk calmly together for the rest of the party, but afterwards Evie thought about it and realized that she really would have liked to kiss Lissie.

Although she's used to hiding it because her parents never approved, Evie loves horror novels. She's been reading Stephen King novels since she was only twelve, and once she moves into her new apartment in Seattle, her first order of busin ess is to get a whole bookshelf set up to hold all her horror books.

She's also, perhaps even more unexpectedly, a fan of country music. Frasier, Niles, and Roz judge her pretty harshly for this at first, but they do come around a bit after Evie plays them some Dolly Parton. (Niles never really comes around to it, but he'll let Evie listen to it for as long as she wants, because he'll pretty much let her do anything.)

Evie will only ever swear when she's had a few drinks. Ever since she was a small girl, she's had it drilled into her that cursing was undignified and crass - despite the fact that her father did it regularly, but whenever she brought that up she was always hit with the old "do as I say, not as I do" - and even though she doesn't believe in such antiquated notions as being "ladylike," you'll never find her doing it unless she's a little bit tipsy. Even then, she won't let more than a few damns or assholes slip, but it normally shocks people who know her when she does it at all.

She has a small white statue of the goddess Aphrodite on one of the tables in her apartment, which she bought soon after starting her first radio show in England and has had ever since. It's not for any sort of worship - Evie, in fact, is agnostic and doesn't truly believe in any sort of deity - but it's a beautiful little statue, and she keeps it both because of that and as a little reminder to herself of her commitment to helping people find and keep love, and how that's the reason she does what she does every day.

Thank you again so much for asking about her!!

[truth-01001001-liar]

Heyyy~

I love drawing the flora and fauna from TES games, I absolutely love it. If anyone has any requests on that front feel free to throw an ask at me. This extends to plants, animals, fungi, and alchemy ingredients from any of the scrolls games. I just think they’re neat! :))

ALSO!! I post about my elder scrolls OCs sometimes (there’s info on them under the cut if you’re interested. Working on adding drawings of all of them on here too no idea how long that’ll take tho >:))

(Last updated: 12/23/2023)

The Heros

(Skyrim) Viir/Viiraulor:

Viirautarelor is my LBD and also a Thu’um using alteration/illusion bard. That is to say xe likes to pretend to be people other than hirself for hir own amusement, and for the amusement of others. If you see several different designs for hir this is why. Xe is armed only with hir illusory wit and a kitchen knife. (Hir name should translate loosely to ‘dying trickster’. I ran with the Shezarrine idea, but this time it’s literally just mortal Lorkhan. ish)

(Oblivion) Archcanon Ice Wraith:

My HoK, Wraith, is a spear-wielding, bug-loving, ALMSIVI-enthused, alchemy nerd that makes friends with as many people as possible, and has fallen head over heels in love with assumptions and metaphors. She WAS the Nerevarine once, but didn’t want to be. In an attempt to mimic Vivec, she ended up using Kagrenac’s tools on the heart of Lorkhan to create her own unreal reality. One in which she is never the Nerevarine. This is the reality that all of my other characters live in. She calls it c0da Web. (When written, ‘web’ is the daedric character for ‘w’. Yes… it is a spider pun. This is Wraith so of course it is. Caught in a web of lies… im sorry). Ice Wraith is kind of obsessed with Vivec, and it is kind of a problem.

(Morrowind) J’uhna:

Wraith gave my Nerevarine, J’uhna, his name. In full the name is a mix of Dovahzul, Dunmeri, and a pinch of Ta’agra. It is JUN LUN/LUHN AH VAR, which means both ‘The Life-Light and Moon’ and ‘The Hunter of Leech-Kings’ Lives’. J’uhna is a frustrated, greedy, self-obsessed person who is crafty and annoyingly adept with words. If he likes someone he needs them to be unquestionably loyal, and if he hates someone he needs them to fear him. J’uhna has memories of all of the failed incarnates. He remembers being Peakstar, Conoon Chodala, Erur-Dan, etc. Of course he also remembers being Nerevar. He’s coping with this, but not very well (he’s not entirely convinced that his memories and traumas from his past lives are real).

(Daggerfall) Plink

(ESO) Cirainile/Flowers:

This is my Vestige, an absurdly tall restoration mage who means well, but boasts some of Summerset’s more standoffish body language. He is an altmer born of a noble clan in Alinor which claims (without proof) that its lineage begins with Trinimac. He’s very interested in fabric making, and has a pet rat he calls Rice. His friends call him Nile, or Flowers, for short. (I pronounce his name sorta like ‘see-rye-kneel-uh’. Don’t really know how to write pronunciation out so that’s the best I got sorry :) )

(Battlespire) Daggi:

A powerful dremora from the badlands who is constantly rebelling against Mehrunes Dagon. He likes Nirn a lot. His favorite color is the color purple. I’ll elaborate more on Daggi when I have more energy to write it down.

The Side Bitches

(Skyrim) Ilabael Muhr:

A sweetheart and a plant nerd. Also my LBD’s ex-wife. Ilabael is the child of an exiled ashlander of Erabenimsun, and a kwama miner. She’s from Jora’ruhn—a city built by the Warrior-Poet’s last archcanon on top of the ruins of Vivec.

(Skyrim) Cahnu’ul:

Totally not a reincarnation of Vivec ;). In Skyrim he’s My LBD’s friend. He’s got no idea that he is who he is and if you accused him he’d refuse it. He grew up in Dawnstar, thinks the gods are incapable, and carries Wraith’s axe named Heaven-by-Violence. (Side note: Cahnu’ul exists in every conceivable timeline as a consequence of Wraith’s actions. If you’re curious about the ‘whys’ and the ‘hows’ of the mess that is this oc, feel free to ask. To put things bluntly though, Cahn Hahnu Sul Ul is my oc’s oc.)

(Skyrim) Peynach:

A winged Ayleid whose family lives in Skyrim’s southwestern mountains. My LBD’s friend.

(Morrowind) Morvana-Dar & Yana-La:

Two Khajiiti siblings who are both a part of the Camonna Tong during the events of Morrowind. My Nerevarine’s friends.

(Daggerfall) Snakes-Faces/Thuxisei:

Snakes or Thuxi for short. She’s Plink’s ‘friend’….. with benefits.

(ESO) Ondoth:

A leather working enthusiast and my Vestige’s husband.

(ESO) Zhaari-Sa:

A senche-raht that works odd jobs, and my Vestige’s friend.

Kaj-Mota:

Kaj exists … I love him.. I have no idea when he exists in the timeline tho. He’s pretty so there that. Idk. Big ol floofy man who likes to hunt.

Suna’raleyr & Aniayifir:

Siblings… both merchants and craftsmen. They live in the shivering isles. Ania says they live there for good reasons.. something about it being great for the imagination. They can occasionally be found on nirn, and are the ones who built my Dragonborn’s enchanted lute.

The ‘Wraith Fucked Up Her Old Timeline’ Characters:

Fahlthahrk:

I mean… someone had to do something about that bullshit that Ice Wraith left behind.

Musasanael Shimansilvaar:

Fahlthahrk’s ally. Someone (Azura probably… at least we hope it was Azura) slammed all the failed incarnates—memories traumas and all—together into a body… but … Nerevar himself isn’t there... Elvil Vidron is though. In other words… this is not the nerevarine. This can’t be the nerevarine— it sure was supposed to be, though.

Niryai:

Niryai is not his real name. It’s just what he calls himself. This makes him sound conceited.. he thinks this is funny.

[qloof]

doodle dump

[tomboyjessie13-artblog]

This is loosely inspired by one of the incorrect quotes I did a month ago: https://tomboyjessie13.tumblr.com/post/713898214997278720/the-nile-river-egypt-a-few-miles-from-kom-ombo

Basically this drawing takes place during the 2nd half of "Stardust Crusaders" where our heroes finally made it to Egypt, Iggy joins the trip(albeit against his will), and my Jojo OC Medea, who was a agent of DIO, got caught and became their mole.

During their trip to Cairo, we witness Iggy being a jerk to the Crusaders and everyone around them, Medea being no exception as he raids her backpack of her personal belongings.

Her pajamas, her underwear, her toiletries, her game, her...."lady things", all just to mess with her and get his little paws on the ham sandwiches that she packed for her trip to Aswan.

Fun fact: Yesterday while I was still coloring this, one of my three uncles(my Dad's younger brothers) was visiting my house and actually saw what I was doing and thought the colors looked great.

That really puts a smile on my face.

Medea King belongs to me

[screamingwiththewolves]

SOME HELP FOR WRITING MUMMY OC'S;

Around 1539 BC, the Pharaohs stopped using pyramids to bury they're dead kings/queens, and started using the Valley of the Kings. (It was easier to protect from robbers) There was also a Valley of the Nobles, which was for rich/important individuals who weren't royal.

Usually there are only 4 canopic jars, the heart is actually left in the body because it's believed that they need it to enter the after life. So in cases where the mummy is undead, you can use this as a plot point as to why they're undead and not dead dead.

Some Egyptian names;

Some more sources about they're daily lives and culture;

and some mummification stuff;

If anyone has any additions, feel free to add!

[writedisaster]

excerpt from an offsite rp feat. one of the new OCs... i might be getting attached

Bête stares down at the mortal magician. Not for the first time, xe imagines making his eyeballs boil in their sockets.

"I have been instrument to the great sages of other aeons," xe says, drily. "At their hest, I have sunk armadas. I have driven kings to madness, leveled empires, thrown order into chaos, and pieced chaos back into regiments. I have feasted on the bones of men who could kill your like without so much as mussing their hair, and on one fine day in November I did make the Nile flow backwards. And this- just so we're both completely clear on context, my master- this is the spirit you stand before and ask to taste-test your sauce for tonight's dinner."

Xe holds the staredown for a second longer, then sighs and takes the spoon. Sharp teeth show as xe licks it.

"Mmm. It's not... bad, it's just... missing something. Do any of your guests have any dietary restrictions?"

[harmonyverendez]

Royal Highness ~ Female!Oc x Isman ( Song Of Crimson Nile )

Harmony walked close to the gates, her body was Itching to open the gates with her magic. But she couldn't, looking back at her friends.

The brown-skinned female smiled at her friends.

Eva's mouth was wide open, and Ramesses eyes were widened, Remmao was confused. While Dia was smiling, she was the only one showing emotions.

“ See I told you it was real” Harmony spoke out loud to the group. Her friends did not expect this. “ But here we go, let's go inside. And please be respectful and be courtesy when you bow”.

The group followed the soon-to-be queen. The moment she opened the door, it seemed a hundred guards came to their sides.

“ Halt! State your name and your business ”. One of the knights ordered.

“ And the others as well” the second knight demanded.

Harmony bit the inside of her mouth, she was always told to hold her tongue, but at the moment she wanted more than to let go.

“ Tell them it's their daughter” She growled.

The knights didn't budge, nor did they believe her.

Behind her, the group was skeptical. They felt like their friend lied about being a princess.

But it was the truth.

The '𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑙 ' truth.

One of the knights nodded slowly after a few moments and walked away. The other guard stayed put, just in case something happened.

~•~

A few minutes later there was the sound of footsteps, a second later the double doors opened, and in came two people. Queen and King Adel.

Queen Aurora walked close to the female that claim to be her daughter. She circled around the female, while the female's friends all bowed to the royals.

King Edmond stayed put, he was just observing all the information he was told. And the people in front of him. It was obvious there was a leader. But whom?.

“ You say you are my daughter yes? Then what's my daughter's name and date of birth?” Queen Aurora asked.

Harmony sighed. This was going to be a long day. She told the Queen about her birth name and other information. After telling her, Queen Aurora eyes widened, she stepped forward and placed her hand on the woman's cheek. “ Ana is it really you?” she asked.

Harmony bit her lip and looked back at her friends. “ Yes, mother. But Ana is my birth name. Harmony is the name I go by” she replied. Queen Aurora hummed and opened her arms to embrace her daughter. Harmony didn't like it, but she accepted it.

King Edmund walked forward to hug his daughter as well. “ My daughter, it has been such a long time since I've seen you. Welcome home, my dear”.

Harmony rolled her eyes, but thankfully no one had seen it. Then it was time for her friends to be greeted. They showed their respect and bowed.

“ Mother, Father. This is my friend's. We study together, and my mentor Remmao, he teaches us”. King Edmund greeted Remmao with a shake of his hand, Remmao was shocked but returned the his hands.

This was shocking and still new to him, but nevertheless, he still showed respect. He wasn't that evil. And besides, he could use the princess to get what he wanted. All he had to do was play his cards right.

But unknown to him, that will never happen.

~

To Be Continued.