#Loren oc

[kachowder]

I missed him

[dxrlingdaydreams]

Incorrect Quotes Tag (Special Edition)

Tagged By: @emelkae Rules: Post incorrect quotes from your OCs, but base them on things you've said. I'll be referencing things I've tweeted for this :)

Antonia: Stardew Valley made me polyamorous.

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Aleixo: I would punch a wasp for you.

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Belinha: Stop glaring at me, you look like a knock-off Billie Eilish.

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Loren: I'm pretty sure I've achieved being more than 70% water.

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Loren: You really just snapped me to roast my sister, huh?

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Aleixo: I love your eyeliner, but with my glasses off it looks like you gave your eyelashes side-bangs.

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Belinha: Why does this floor look exactly like Johnny Test?

tagging @writeouswriter and @fmarieray

[wormywerms]

My gnome artificer I’m using for a Strixhaven rp, their name is Loren Mason! My original sketch of them is really crap so I made up for it by making them a cute icon!

[pawnguild]

failed step 1

[designsdefiance]

how i'm feeling after this event

[simlit]

Chosen of the Sun | | dawn // forty-one

| @amuhav

next / previous / beginning

TAYUIN: I didn’t mean to avoid you. That is, I wasn’t trying to hurt you or make you think I didn’t want to be around you. I was just— KYRIE: Avoiding the conversation. I know. TAYUIN: But that was stupid, too. KYRIE: Yes. But understandable. TAYUIN: No, it isn’t. I know you’re not like that. You mean well and you don’t try to push me about things. Back in the cave, I know now you only said it because you wanted to help. KYRIE: I said it because I didn’t understand. TAYUIN: Maybe. But since then, you’ve been nothing but patient. Don’t think I don’t see that. KYRIE: So it’s worth something to you? TAYUIN: I do appreciate it. I just get a little confused. When people are kind to me, I always expect it’s with bad intentions. I don’t exactly know how to… KYRIE: I know. TAYUIN: I was afraid of telling you what happened with the witch because I didn’t want you to feel guilty. It was my choice. Just like taking the curse on was yours. You were in a bad way and I didn’t want to make things worse for you. KYRIE: But it wasn’t easy on you, either. TAYUIN: I don’t need you to worry about me. KYRIE: I’m not asking permission. TAYUIN: sighs I wish you were cruel. I know how to manage cruelty. KYRIE: With all due respect, I hardly think “manage” is the right word. TAYUIN: I’m alive, aren’t I? KYRIE: Yes, you are. But not living. I wish you’d open yourself up to kindness. It’s a problem I want you to have. Learning to accept someone’s affection? Yeah. I want you to manage that. TAYUIN: If I tell you, promise me you won’t blame yourself. KYRIE: You don’t have to tell me— TAYUIN: I want to. KYRIE: Alright. I promise. TAYUIN: The witch… She told me I can never be Chosen of the Sun. That even if I’m to somehow win, if I accept the mantle… you’ll die. So, no matter what happens, I can’t win. I can’t be the one. And if the Moon says otherwise, I’ll still refuse. My wish isn’t worth your life. KYRIE: Tay… TAYUIN: Whatever your visions tell you, whenever they come back, you have to pick someone else. I have to do everything I can to lose this— TAYUIN: …why? KYRIE: I feel a lot. That’s what kissing is for, isn’t it? When you… feel too much? I don’t know. I’ve never kissed anyone before. KYRIE: I’m sor— TAYUIN: I can’t. KYRIE: Tay— TAYUIN: I can’t do this. You should hate me. You will hate me. KYRIE: I wouldn’t hate you. Why would you think that? TAYUIN: When I said I didn’t get the letter yet, I was lying. KYRIE: You…? TAYUIN: You seemed so happy when you came to me, I didn’t want to be the one to ruin it. I wanted to spend the day with you, so I lied to avoid bringing it up. But I can’t let you go on like this. I can’t know when you don’t. KYRIE: You… read it. TAYUIN: I knew something was off the moment I saw it. I should have just given it to you, but I… It wasn’t my right to read it and I’m sorry, but I don’t regret it. Because I know that giving this to you will shatter everything, and I wasn’t ready to lose your smile. I’m sorry! TAYUIN: Why? Why! Don’t you hate me— KYRIE: I told you, I wouldn’t hate you. If our positions were reversed, I’d have done the same.

[simemeoww]

Obsessive artist is in love

Author's note: This is based from my character Mateo, who happens to be a yandere. I made a visual novel where he is one of the main characters. If you wanna play my game(to what i will be really happy) here is the link: https://simemeow.itch.io/love-stuck

What does it feel like when an artist is in love with you? What is it like to be depicted in his paintings? It's definitely a nice feeling when he invites you to pose for him so that he can once again dedicate one of his works to you…

His works, one after another, capture you, your youth, your small changes. Here you are smiling, showing your teeth, because of his joke. As usual, you sit in front of each other in comfortable positions, showing your true selves, since you have nothing to hide from each other. Such a cozy atmosphere, who would portray this moment of your quiet but comfortable solitude? After all, Mateo is completely busy with you, recreating not only your outer, but also your inner shell. Your light glances, small imperceptible movements: like quietly sitting closer to each other, moving away unnecessary objects that prevented you from quietly touching your legs, it all screamed about how busy you were with each other.

He was addicted to his muse… to you. His works are good, it is clear that he is a master of his craft… however, the paintings dedicated to you, there was much more love in them. Something that only an attentive person can notice, because such a charming attitude towards you will be hidden from the human eye.

If Mateo becomes a famous artist, the first thing he will do is hide all the portraits of you. After all, they were not created for anyone to admire them, their original intention was to keep their strong feelings for you on paper. It was another excuse for Mateo to admire you while you were painting, so he could get closer to you.

It was a vicious cycle that he would never stop. His eyes greedily devoured your face, your body, your habits, your emotions, your expressions, all of you. Mateo performed his task like a printer, copying your image and printing it on countless papers, not sparing his ink.

He was sure that his existence depended on you. You were everything, oxygen for his lungs, something without which he would die in a minute, you were a sweet dream through which he received energy to live the next day, you were the meaning of life, thanks to which he found the strength to be joyful, to be complete, be happy. That's why he drew… he painted you. To somehow pay you for everything you do for him. However, you will not understand this, and if it does become clear to you, it will be at a later time.

“I’m very interested in how this portrait will turn out!” - Mateo says happily. Something you heard often, but the value of these words did not decrease. After all, you were glad to see his work, something for which you will always be grateful to him, for the fact that he loves you.

[pumpkindogart]

Lorene Keaton (SPG) in C2, Relic (your DnD OC) in A4!

Two of the only things I care about fr

Fit prompts

[eveningdove]

(modern au) lesbians be kissing!!!

(i did this without a reference image and i’m p proud:3 )

bonus: punkitt rarijack kiss insp

[bloodshotgun]

babe, you're so weird and unusual, what's your deal

[kachowder]

Yandere Jock x Reader

You did not want to be here.

The seats were cold. Your butt hurt. It was loud. And the smell of sweaty feet and gym shorts was nothing short of a headache this early in the morning.

You knew you were being dramatic. Nobody liked gym class. Well. Nobody except maybe Loren. The campus “wonder boy”.

You guess you understood the hype. I mean the guy was a star player for your colleges team. Not to mention, insanely athletic, and good at about, well, just about anything. Except for y’know. His studies.

Which y’know gotta have that little cliche in their right? Who doesn’t love a big dumb jock huh?

And of course he was otherworldly pretty. Because obviously.

Okay maybe you were being a little hard on the guy. You didn’t hate him. Hell you hadn’t even talked to him!

A small part of you was willing to admit it might’ve been a slight case of jealousy

But only slight! The guy had everything practically handed to him and here you were busting your ass!

It sucked yknow? I mean what’s someone gotta do around here to get a helping hand-

“Hey! Watch out!-“

Suddenly the sound of rubber against skin boomed in your ears. A sudden shadow blocked your sight, and it took a moment for the sound of your own heart beat to settle, for you to realize what had just happened.

“Hey, you okay?”

The shadow moved, revealing a large hand, firmly grasping a stray volleyball. A volleyball that would’ve smacked you straight in the face because you were too busy monologuing to-

“Hello?”

Oh right

You hesitantly moved your eyes upwards, and nearly groaned out loud.

Wonder boy. Of course.

Time to embarrass yourself with your poor social skills!

“Oh shoot, hey, sorry-uhm..thanks for totally saving me back there! I mean, saving might be a stretch cuz the worse that could’ve happened might’ve been a bruise or on the very slim chance a concussion- but still I appreciate-“

“Pfft..”

Mother fucker did not just

Loren must’ve noticed your sudden change in mood, because he quickly coughed into his empty fist with a shy smile. His brown eyes were twinkling obnoxiously in your opinion, from the reflection of the faux lights.

“Sorry- sorry…I just uh…you’re kinda dorky”

This bitch.

A scowl quickly took residence on your face, a snarl being on the verge of pouring out.

“Right. Well I said thanks so, I think I’ll be on my way now. Thank you, again for the save. Or whatever.” The last part came out as more of a grumble than anything, and yeah you might’ve been a little petty for it, but come on who says that to someone you just met??

As if realizing his mistake, Loren’s grin fell agape, and with slow reaction time, unusual for someone like him, he moved to follow after you towards the door way.

“Hey wait no! I meant it in-“

The door closed with a thunderous slam.

“-a cute..way.”

“……”

A hand perched itself on Lorens broad shoulder.

“Hey man! Who you talkin to?”

A fellow player chirped at the brunette, who’s lips had settled into a troubled frown before he snapped his eyes towards the other player.

He didn’t know his name.

There was a brief moment where the player swore he was being glared at by the Star member, but it was gone so fast he figured it to be a trick of the artificial light.

“Don’t worry about it. Let’s get back to the group yeah?”

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God what a long day

Loren sighed for what felt like the umpteenth time that hour, sweat pouring from his brow as he roamed the mostly barren halls.

It was fairly late in the evening.

There was the occasional straggler, most of who greeted him enthusiastically.

“Hey Loren! Can’t wait for the game this week!”

“Loren! You goin to the BMZ’s party tomorrow?”

He responded the way he normally would. Smiles, “hell yeahs”, and high fives. Though at this point he was just going through the motion. He didn’t really feel the need to show up to the parties. But he decided he’d wait to see how he felt by tomorrow.

Right now, he just wanted to get home and relax.

“Stupid- fucking professor! Couldnt wait till I- goddammit!”

Maybe home could wait a while longer

Loren peeked around the corner, and swore he almost did a backflip at the sight of you slouched against an empty classroom door.

Perfect.

“Hey!”

The moment your eyes drifted to his he swore he almost forgot how to breathe. You were way too cute.

But the frown on your kissable lips was disheartening to say the least.

“What do you want?”

Okay that hurt a little, but he kept his easy going grin as he strode to stand above you,

a visual he found…almost unnatural really.

It felt weird. Wrong, to be standing above you like that. But he disregarded the feeling for now. No matter how strong the desire to drop to his knees was.

“Need a hand?”

He heard you scoff

“Right..the professors gone so unless you have a key to the city than-“

Click!

He wanted to laugh at the stunned look on your pretty face. But that didn’t go well last time so he settled for a smile.

“…Ta-da!”

You looked less amused than he had hoped, with the way your head whipped back and forth before you carefully stepped in.

“Why the hell do you have a key that opens this classroom?”

“When you’re the “School Pride” you get a few extra privileges sometimes.”

You mumbled something at that, but he was unfortunately stood too far away to hear what you said clearly. He figured it was a jab at him. Not that he minded.

With quick, but still obviously cautious steps, you peddled on over to one of the front desks, where a lonely bag sat.

Quickly and nimbly you scooped it over your shoulder and made your way back to the brunette, who stood guard at the doors entrance. Almost dutifully.

Loren had to beg the universe that you didn’t hear his thundering heart and stuttering breath when you stopped directly infront of him.

Fuck you were so fucken cute up close what the fuck

“Thanks.”

“Huh?- Oh! Yeah of course anythingforyou”

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“What?”

“What?”

“……”

You eyed him suspiciously for a moment, before seeming to sigh in resignation.

Moving out from the doorway, and away from him, you paused outside where you had previously had your little breakdown.

“Anyway. Thanks again. For the double save and stuff.” You almost looked pained saying that if he was being honest. But he’s take what he could get for now. “See you around. Or something.”

Wait what?

You were leaving again? Already? He barely even had time to stare at you!

I mean. Talk to you. And make up for embarrassing you earlier!

“Wait!”

You paused, almost irritatedly but seemed to ultimately decide to be civil and hear him out. Probably because you liked him now.

(No you were just tired.)

“How about you come to my game this week yeah? It’s on Thursday.”

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.

“Why?”

“Because i want you to. And I wanna make up for this morning.”

Loren watched anxiously as you seemed to weigh your options.

“Please?”

Again, you sighed, before turning around and beginning to stalk off down the hall.

“I’ll think about it. I guess I owe you anyway.”

Nowaynowaynoway

Loren waited for you to turn the corner

“YES!”

He jumped up excitedly, “yes yes yes! Hell yeah!” clenching his fist with a enthusiastic grin, eyes practically shooting beams of excitement with how bright they were.

This was it. This was the beginning.

Fuck yeah! He was so pumped now!

You could consider this Thursday’s win dedicated to you.

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A/N: this ask/story was so fun to read and write about! I love getting asks so don’t worry about sending too many btw <3 thank you so much! Perhaps we’ll see more of Loren in the future? Hope you like my take <3

[trishabeakens]

RIP Bud Flud/Liquidator bc his dad hates him.

[kyuziipon]

A bunch of wips I don’t know if I’m going to do anything with 👍

[empressofmankind]

Memories of stormy shores...

[cozybearz]

people seem to be enjoying the old loren sketches i posted so i thought maybe u guys would also like his husband jayesh (he/him)

left side is from 2022 and right side are sketches from today

[simlit]

Chosen of the Sun | | dawn // fifty

| @catamano | @keibea | @izayoiri | @thesimperiuscurse

next / previous / beginning

HIGH PRIESTESS: I want sentries at every door. Put them on the roofs if you have to. KYRIE: What’s going on? HIGH PRIESTESS: There’s been an attack. Elion, you’re not to leave his side. Not one moment. ELION: Understood. KYRIE: What is happening? For once can you just give me a direct answer?! HIGH PRIESTESS: sighs Prince Lucien… he is dead. KYRIE: W-What? HIGH PRIESTESS: Murdered in his own bed. I… don’t know what to think anymore. KYRIE: H-How? Who— HIGH PRIESTESS: The Guard have someone in custody, but I’m not taking any chances. Kyrie, call the Chosen. They are not to leave the premise until further notice. INDRYR: Some of us have already come. If we’re to be locked down, I think we have a right to know why. HIGH PRIESTESS: His Grace will explain to you at a later— KYRIE: Lucien has been killed. ÅSE: Hah? Dead? What is meaning of this? Who is culprit? What is being done?! HIGH PRIESTESS: This is none of your concern. It will be dealt with— EIRA: Like you’ve dealt with everything else? ÅSE: You will deal with me! You tell me what is going on in this city! Nothing is right here! You are all foul! I wish not to share breath with you a moment more! EIRA: Åse— ÅSE: No! I am not to be calmed! That child was innocent, and there is killers crawling all over this place! Where is justice? HIGH PRIESTESS: Kyrie. Get them under control. The trials will be postponed. Soon there will be envoys from Kera arriving. It’s going to be a political nightmare… KYRIE: Is that all you care about? We’ve known the Prince since he was— HIGH PRIESTESS: We will speak later. Elion. ELION: Yes, Mistress. ÅSE: And you, Priest! Are you to be like cattle herd? What have you to say?! EIRA: Åse, stop it. TAIYO: Your Grace? Maybe you should sit down… KYRIE: I’m fine. TAIYO: If you’re unwell, you shouldn’t push yourself. INDRYR: I have something for queasiness. EIRA: I’ll get Eve. KYRIE: Please, I’ll be fine. We should gather the others. We have a lot to discuss.