#Raloris

[aesopsbaby]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(s): Raloris (@feelin-lo ), Celtic (My OC)

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: When Raloris experiences one of his many mood swings causing him to feel as if he's worthless, Celtic arrives. Misunderstanding ensues and words were exchanged.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Who doesn't love some misconception/miscommunication troupe!! >:]] It's been awhile since I last wrote a story so this might not be very good,,,! Also, I still haven't found a beta reader so this is not proof-read, so,,do expect to see some grammatical errors here and there!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Angst no comfort, nothing much to be put here tbh

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: Meaningless words

Wrong.

It felt wrong.

He felt wrong. Raloris couldn't take it, the scene before him didn't feel..right. He shook his head slightly, brows furrowing as he clenched his teeth, trying so hard to concentrate at what could possibly be eating away at him right now.

Right now. When the team had came out victorious in a battle. Why did it have to be now. Why is he suddenly feeling this bubbling sense of disgust and hatred towards himself?

...No. He shouldn't be happy for the victory. He didn't do anything to be happy for. Zane got injured. Vince almost lost a life. Celtic..

Oh. Raloris swallowed the bile that threatened to rise up as he realized he had only been staring at his leader. His leader that was holding his bloodied and injured arm while having a pained but satisfied expression.

Raloris' eyes trailed downwards, into his palms that were stained with blood. His or some goblins, he wasn't sure anymore. His vision doubled and he swallowed dryly, the feeling of needles being stabbed down his throat at the action. He let out a staggered breath. Damn it.. His hands tightened into fists.

I didn't do shit. Why the hell was I so happy for?

Closing his eyes, Raloris turned on his heel, walking away from the group, and made his way back to their hideout. Hearing the cheers getting further and further away as he took every step, allowing the negative thoughts of worthlessness starts to eat at his mind, consuming his thoughts and soul.

....

A gentle yet firm knock reached Raloris' pointed ears, causing him to peer upwards at his door. He pursed his lips, not wanting to be teased by Sylvester nor Zane right now.

Another knock came, accompanied by a quiet and flat voice; "Raloris? Are you in there?". Raloris could've sworn he felt his entire body turn to ice with how his heart literally stopped beating and he couldn't move an inch at the sound of Celtic's voice.

Why is he here? Why now? Usually Raloris wouldn't mind being in the presence of Celtic. More often than not, he would've actually appreciated Celtic's accompany! But now? Now couldn't be any worse!

Raloris kept silent, hoping with all his heart that Celtic would just give up and leave him. He stared at the door with a bated breath, "..Apologies. But I'm coming in." And, of course, hoping that would be useless since Celtic was as stubborn as a mule.

Celtic's eyes darted from the interior of room --taking note of the lack of lighting--, and almost instantly, his eyes landed on the elf, sitting there on his bed. Raloris bit his quivering lips, averting eye contact from his leader and choosing to stare at the wooden floorboard instead, his mind running at a high speed at the suffocating silence and intense stare of Celtic.

"What h-" Celtic started but caught himself. It was as if the gears in his head were moving slowly and trying to piece together the perfect response.

He decided to close the door behind him first before making his way beside Raloris. Celtic parted his lips, taking his time to think over his words as he glanced at Raloris' trembling hands and the soft hiccups coming from him. Celtic spots the reflection of tears shining from the corner of Raloris' eyes and the stains of the salty liquid that trails down his cheeks and hangs onto his chin.

"..Are..Are you okay?"

Raloris didn't know why but he suddenly felt..angry. Frustrated. Irritated. That damn voice.

Why..why would Celtic ask that if he didn't care in the first place. Raloris hated it. He hated how Celtic always sounded monotonous, like he couldn't give two shits about his feelings or anyone's for that matter!

Raloris barked out a curt laugh, not bothering to look at the raven haired male. "You can be, oh so heartless sometimes, Celtic." Raloris darted his eyes up to meet Celtic's, hoping to see if he can spot the care and sympathy he was wishing to find. All that stared back at him was darkness, like the vast emptiness of the deep sea.

Raloris felt rage bubbling in his chest, "Your eyes can be so cruel." He seethed through gritted teeth and a slight glare. Celtic merely blinked, confusion evident on his face. "What are you talking about Raloris. Are you going through something? Should I leave you be for now?"

"There you go again! With that dead tone of yours. I truly wonder Celtic, do you really care?" Raloris stood up, glaring down at the leader who's still trying to understand the situation. "Do you even care about me? Am I even worthy to be on your team?? Why do you always speak as if you're forced to say those lines!" Raloris' voice cracks as he spoke, tears once again building up.

"If you don't care, I beg of you, don't bother spouting those nonsense. It was obvious that you don't mean it when you don't even bother putting in effort when you speak!!" Raloris choked out with great effort, he could feel his throat closing up, finding it difficult to breath.

Blurry and clouded vision stared into the same darkness that now were flooded with concern and shock.

The harsh breaths that leave the elf's parted lips filled the otherwise silent room.

"What..what are you talking about Raloris? I care. I care alot. I.." Celtic trailed off, closing his lips and swallowing, as if he was hesitant to say his next words. "..I care alot about you, Raloris. You mean..the world to me." He started again, gazing into Raloris' eyes, pleading that he can see his efforts.

"You don't SHOW that you do! You're just saying words and expect me to believe them when you look at me with those blank eyes!" Raloris yelled, the hot tears falling down his redden cheeks, frustration is evident in the way he flailed his clenched fists to show his emotions. His fist hitting his chest multiple times, before the frabic of his outfit is grasped tightly in his hold.

Celtic's heart tightened at the scene and he could've sworn he felt his heart shattered. He stood up abruptly---

"Raloris, I love you!"

Raloris' breath hitched, eyes widening as he stared at Celtic. Who, looked just as shocked as he is. Did..did he hear that right? What..did he just say?

As if he could hear his thoughts, Celtic spoke again softly, "I love you."

He continues, "And I need you like the moon needs the sun. You mean everything to me." A soft and gentle smile graces his features.

Raloris bit the inside of his cheek at his, once thought to be cold and emotionless leader, proclaiming and confessing his love right before him. He sighed, looking down before bringing his gaze to the raven haired male.

"I don't love you. I could NEVER love a heartless being like you." The words tumbled out of the mouth like running water before he could even stop them. He watched as Celtic winced slightly at the tone used but still, he maintained a poker face, aside from the slight crinkle of his brows.

Nothing but his heavy panting breaks the static of silence surrounding them. Raloris could feel the violent pounding of his heart in his ear. Was it the adrenaline? Fear? He wasn't sure, all he knew was that he can't think straight right now. He just feels so enraged and he's not even sure why anymore.

Celtic scoffed, glancing at the room before them before landing on Raloris again. His eyes always tend to do that, it always manages to find it's way back to Raloris, as if it's a compass that is destined to forever face one direction. His face was tense, lips pursed into a thin line, and his eyes..were empty.

"..Did you really have to be that honest?"

Raloris kept his mouth shut, closing his eyes and letting a sigh out. He opened them once again, choosing to look anywhere but at Celtic who was staring straight at him. After a moment of suffocating silence, Raloris picks up on the footsteps trailing off and the loud thud of the door being slammed shut. He finally picked up the courage to look up, realising that he's now standing alone in his room.

A haunting realisation daunted upon him as the entire situation replayed in his head at 2x speed. "Shit.." He muttered, hands coming up into his hair, clawing and grabbing at the strands as more curses string out of his lips. Why did he say that! Why did his emotions have to get the better of him at this moment?? Why did Celtic have to come when his emotions were..

Raloris let out a quivering breath, staring at the wooden floor, watching the droplets of tears hit the ground and form dark stains.

He needed rest.

Song on loop while writing this: Little Soldiers by The Crane Wives

[alcohol1maid]

Favourite characters aside which oc from ur friends are you most willing to marry if I had them lined up infront of you rn. These are the candidates:::

Trickster

Cyrus

Logan Star

Raloris

Meztli

Sylvester

If you like these sorts of questions will it be okay for me to give you more ocs to do so?

hmm, which one id be the most willingly to marry? h m m m m...

im debating either logan or raloris, they'd honestly be perfect husbandos. I can imagine both being caring and so sweet, I'd like to imagine them caring for you when your sick and treating you like a god, or when it's your birthday they'd treat you like royalty and the kisses and hugs-

Ah, just thinking about it makes me so excited XD

(Also I didn't choose trickster for obvious reasons but I still love her-)

Apologies for the wait! I was busy with school work and such

Also yes! I'd love more questions like these XD

Logan and raloris belong to @feelin-lo !!

[boiling-potato]

What do u think of the raloris x celtic fic that @feelin-lo and @aesopsbaby wrote since u are the person that created this ship

Anon what do you mean "what do I think about it"?? of course I love it!!! That's why I came up with it in the first place! (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧ I knew they were perfect for each other!!! And I absolutely adore all of their interactions and stories!! 💕💕

(⁠🫴｡⁠・⁠/⁠/w/⁠/⁠・⁠｡⁠)🫴💕💕💖💖❤️❤️✨✨

[omegasamart]

Had a lovely time streaming and a whole reference sheet sketched out! Going to be finishing this up soon. Got raided by 2eeillustration and ShyGirlAzaria on Twitter, thank you so much!

[feelin-lo]

Self care is important everyone 🙏

[justafriendlystranger]

Celtic x Raloris as Pyramus and Thisbe

And!

Lo x Tom as Achilles and Patroclus! 🥰🥰

OH! LOVELY~!!!! That's a cutee idea Anon!!! ^^ <3333

[dragonofpandora]

(-Stories can teach well. Have you heard the story about the Smoke Spirit? -No, I don’t know it. -I’ll tell you the story.)

I wrote a short story for a contest the Kelutral server put on! The English version is definitely below my usual standards, partially because of time constraints (I did not allot my time well for this, hrh) and partially because of vocabulary constraints, and the Na’vi version is probably just riddled with grammatical errors, but I Made An Effort and I’m proud that I finished it at all!

Na’vi and English versions below the cut.

Na’vi: Kxener Tirea

Za'u fte heyn pxaw txep, ulte pìyeng oel ayngaru vurit Kxener Tireayä.

Kam txana krr, kelku soli 'ewana taronyu na'rìngmì. Lu po nawri tskofa sì tulyu awin, slä lu  poru hafyon ahì'i nì'aw. Kamä pxìm po peyä ayeylanhu nemfa na'rìng fte taron pxaya trr, ulte na pxìm txìng pol foti taluna lu fo kì'ong nìhawng. Fpìl pol futa lu po taronyu anawm, slä peyä olo'ä hoaktul poti nìn ulte natxu poti.

Poleng poru fol san nari si. Hawl fya'oti ngeyä srekrr tsa'uìlä 'ärìp. Rä'ä tul hrrapnemfa, tengkrr mong tìtxurit sì tìnawriti ngeyä, txo fkiveytok fya'o akxuke nì'ul. Ulte furia lu txep ngeyä wew 'efu am'ake srekrr txìng ngal tsat fte taron, fteke oeyk ngal tìska'ati sìk.

'ewana taronyu ke tolìng mikyun. Mowarìri hoaktuyä peyä hangham po krra ke tsun stivawm fo poti, ulte syaw foru ayfnawe'tu a meyp sì kì'ong nìhawng kuma ke tsun tivaron na po. Futa ke nayekx na'rìngìl poti taluna lu po nawm fìtxan kuma käpivin skiva'a fte tsakem si pol peyä ayeylanur poleng. Ulte ralori lolu po eyawr – ke nekx poti na'rìngìl.

Krrka sätaron, tengkrr yerom pol wutsoti, 'ewana taronyul smarit a 'erärìp na'rìngmì stolawm. Pxìswaway, spolä po fte fewi tsat. Txewro 'awmä peyä, hìpey po, ulte nìn peyä txepit a palon mi. Peng pol snoru futa lìsyu po win fìtxan kuma tìsyätxaw smarhu srekrr 'uo afe' tsun liven. Am'ake, tolul po fte sutx ioangit.

Poti smarìl oleyk na'rìngnemfa, ulte pol txepit ye'rìn tswa' nìwotx. Vaykrr 'eraku swizawit peyä pa'ota yerìkä pol ke tseri kxenerit. Uo po, tepviti hufwel stìmä'ni – ulte verirä nìwin txep.

Hifwo ayioang, ulte nìteng hifwo 'ewana taronyu.

Tìfpxamol txe'lanit peyä fpeykap. Slu ewll layon popxaw, ulte ayioang zawng tengkrr tsayu txepeo zup. Tawit vawm sleyku kxenerìl, ulte yaru txepìva teya si vaykrr po ke tsun syeha sivi. Tìtxurit sì tìnawriti peyä ke tsun sleyku nìtam win poti kuma po fì'uftu tsun hivifwo. Mesopìru peyä tìsom teya si, ulte nì'i'a nekx txepìl poti tengkrr na'rìng popxaw terkup.

Tengkrr terkup po, 'änsyema tireafa peyä 'efu 'ewana taronyu tìsraw sì tìngusä'än a amoeyk pol. 'efu po ayewll sì ayioang apusalon, sì lopx olo'ä peyä tengkrr tul fo txepftu. Omum pol futa tìkelul tìkusllfro'ä peyä tìterkupit sì tìska'ati munge kelkune peyä. Eywafa 'efu po tìsraw na'ringä, ulte po tsngawvìk.

Ulte tsakrr Eywa 'olìp, ulte na'rìng 'olìp, ulte 'ewana taronyu lolu le'awtu nìwotx.

Po nawma sä'nokur syaw, slä ke fkeytok kea tì'eyng. Tìska'al txepä poti 'olaku nìt'iluke Eywa'evengftu. Kawkrr ke 'efu po le'awtu fìtxan, luke sätare hu rusey alahe. Samop po kxamlä kifkey, fte fmi rivun fya'oti a eyk Eywane, lu tirea luke tokx.

Vurìl plltxe futa mi serop po fìtrr. Lam fwa lu poru tokx a ta kxener, tafral syaw fko poru Kxener Tirea. Txo tse'a ngal poti, nari si – taluna tsenga po srer, txepìl nìyong. Suteol plltxe futa srer po fte pllhrr Na'viti tsa'uteri; sutel alahe plltxe futa munge nìyey tsa'ut pol pohu krra po sop. Kawkrr awngal tìngayti ke omum, taluna ke tsun pivlltxe po, ulte holan keng tsasätareti afyin. Nì'aw tsun ivomum awnga futa ayngal sweylu txo ziverok sänumviti a keyeyìl peyä kar, fteke layu ayngaru tenga syay afpxamo.

English: The Smoke Spirit

Come sit around the fire, and I will tell you the tale of the Smoke Spirit.

Long ago, there lived a young hunter in the forest. He was skilled with a bow, and a fast runner, but had only a little wisdom. He would often go into the woods with his friends to hunt for many days, and just as often would impatiently leave them behind because they were too slow. He thought he was a great hunter, but the elders of his clan looked at him and disapproved.

“Be careful,” they told him. “Prepare your path before following it. Do not rush into danger, trusting your strength and talent for protection, if there is a safer way. And be certain your campfire is cold before you leave it to hunt, lest you cause destruction.”

The young hunter did not listen. He laughed at his elders' advice when they could not hear, and called them cowards too weak and slow to hunt the forest like him. The forest would not take him, he bragged to his friends, for he was so great it would have to destroy itself to do so. And, in a way, he was right – the forest did not take him.

During one hunt, while he was eating supper, the young hunter heard prey moving in the forest. Immediately, he leaped to chase it. At the edge of his camp, he hesitated, looking back at his still-burning fire. He told himself he would be so fast that he would return with his prey before something bad could happen. Confident, he ran to chase the animal.

The prey led him into the forest, and he soon forgot his fire entirely. He did not notice the smoke until he was removing his arrow from the yerìk's side. Behind him, sparks had been caught by the wind – and the fire was spreading fast.

The animals fled, and so did the young hunter.

Terror made his heart pound. The plants blackened around him, and animals screamed as they fell before the fire. The sky grew dark with smoke, ash filling the air until he couldn't breathe. His strength and talent could not make him fast enough to escape this. Heat filled his lungs, and at last the fire consumed him as the forest died around him.

As he died, the young hunter felt the pain and suffering he had caused in his entire spirit. He felt plants and animals burning, and the panic of his clan as they ran from the fire. He knew that his irresponsibility had brought death and destruction to his home. Through Eywa, he felt the forest's pain, and he wept.

And then Eywa vanished, and the forest vanished, and the young hunter was utterly alone.

He cried out for his Great Mother, but there was no answer. The destruction of the fire had taken him away from Eywa'eveng forever. He had never felt so alone, with no connection to another living thing. He traveled the world, trying to find a way back to Eywa, a spirit without a body.

The story says he still travels today. He appears to be made of smoke, so he is called the Smoke Spirit. Should you see him, be careful – where he appears, fire will soon follow. Some say he appears to warn the People of it; others say he simply brings it with him when he travels.We will never know the truth, for he cannot speak, and has lost even that simple connection. We can only know you should  remember the lesson his mistakes teach, lest you share his horrible fate.

[aesopsbaby]

i would like to know the RPG! OCS opinion on Raloris, do they like him, hate him?

If so, why do they hate him, why do they love him?

GET WELL SOON LOVELY

HEHEHHE THANK YOUU DEARR!! <,33

Hmm!! I'll give explanations for the different boys!

Celtic

Celtic is known as someone who's neutral about,,almost everyone.

He held one person dear to him and he lost her. So whenever he gets close to someone, he makes sure that they know he loves and cares for them.

That doesn't exclude Raloris! Once he joins the party, Celtic is SET on making sure Raloris feels safe and protected while in the team.

He respects Raloris and what he has gone through.

Celtic enjoys Raloris' company! No matter what mood Raloris is in, Celtic enjoys it all the same :)

So yes! Celtic likes him! ^^

,,,maybe even more? 👁👁 but since Celtic is sort of oblivious to his own feelings, he probably won't find out so soon.

Zane:

You can forget about Zane liking anyone.

....

Just kidding! Zane may show that he despises everyone and everything (except for music) but deep down he cares so much for the ones he hold dear.

Watch him spew vulgarity and make teasing remarks about Raloris on a regular but whenever he sees him in injured after a fight or just feeling down and out of it, Zane would quietly sit next to him and bandage his wounds. He'd be silent the entire procedure and have a soft expression on his face as he concentrates on whatever he's doing.

If Raloris is to say anything snarky, Zane would bite back but he wouldn't be loud about it as he usually would. He'd just retort with a laugh.

Hmmm,,, I'd say Zane,, cares for Raloris. Like is too much for Zane!

Zion:

He cares deeply for every single one of them.

He constantly scolds them whenever they get injured for no reason, telling them that they should've gotten a certain armour, should've taken the potion. And so on and so forth--

He'd stay up whenever he sees Raloris being restless and walking around. No matter how tired Zion is, he'd make sure Raloris gets back to bed safely first.

He likes Raloris! He just doesn't show it upfront and you probably will never know since he always has a bored and irritated expression, accompanied by his monotonous voice,,

Vince:

He's,,,very scared of him,, sobssobs

He knows Raloris is his teammate but he can't help but jump/flinch whenever Raloris has an outburst.

Vince tries to calm himself whenever Raloris is near him because he never knows when Ralo will call him out on something

He knows Ralo can't control it so he doesn't hold him against anything!! He's just nervous and scared.

He likes him though!! (Especially when Raloris is quiet/timid, Vince will be closer to him as he relates to him more during those periods)

Sylvester:

Finds Raloris amusing and fun to be around.

He'd make teasing comments about Raloris not understanding certain terms (don't worry, he does it to everyone-)

Is very fascinated by how fast and drastic Raloris' emotions can change, Sylvester always has this surprised smirk on his face when he sees Raloris switch emotions

Not much can be said about Sylvester to be honest,,

But he likes Raloris!

Raloris belongs to @feelin-lo !

[aesopsbaby]

I love to think, given Raloris' background, he bites.

Like, he bites anything.

Monsters, furniture, people, himself. He just gnaws on things to calm himself down. So I like to think under his shirt and gloves is just bites, not from anything inappropriate but just from Raloris biting himself

RALO BITING HIMSELF IS SO CUTEHSVJXBS just bite marks everywhere <,33

Raloris belongs to @feelin-lo !

Imagine:

Raloris biting himself subconsciously while at the tavern that the group always hangs out at, his hand brought close to his lips as he sinks his teeth into the flesh, harsh enough to feel a dull pain but not enough to draw blood. As he is gnawing softly till a crescent shape starts to form, his eyes is fixed onto the cup sitting infront of him.

Raloris is pulled out of his trance, gently, just like the hand that is wrapped around his own. His eyes follow the movement of the hand that is leading his hand away from him, tracing it back to its source, Celtic. As Raloris meets Celtic's gaze, all he sees is darkness.

Darkness to everyone else, someone cold, intimidating and stoic. But to him? Oh. He could see the stars in those eyes, the calming ocean as it gently crashes with the sea shore, he sees home. A sense of belonging whenever he gazes into those dark eyes.

Raloris relaxes his shoulders, suddenly realising just how tense he had been. Gentle. Everything feels so soft when Celtic starts to rub comforting circles on Raloris's hand. A sigh left the dark haired leader as he traces over the faint bite mark slowly starting to form on the high elf's hand. As delicately as possible, Celtic brings Raloris's hand up to his lips, treating the male's hand as if it was antique jewelry, before pressing a soft kiss on the bite mark.

Oh. Oh.

He felt his breath hitched as a rising blush was evident on Raloris's face. The corner of Celtic's lips tug lightly upwards as he felt Raloris grip his hand tightly at the intimate action. "Just hold my hand whenever you wish, understood? I don't wish for you to litter your skin with such imprints." Celtic spoke, barely above a whisper as he continues to rub comforting figures on Raloris's hand.

Abruptly, Raloris yanks his hand away from the warmth and comforting grasp. He felt an urge to wedge his hand back into its former place, regretting his sudden movement all too quickly. "I don't need your pity. I can very well do what I wish." Raloris huffed, staring down his leader. However, he wasn't met with a grimace like he always would for his outburst but instead a soft smile and an understanding look.

Celtic turns his gaze away from Raloris. Opting to stare forward while leaving his hand between the both of them. Raloris gaze travelled down. The same urge itching in him starts to crawl its way out.

With a sigh, Raloris intwines his hand with Celtic's. Gentle. Soft. Comfort. Home. Warmth. All in one as he felt Celtic squeeze his hand gently.

"So. You wish to hold my hand?" Celtic chuckles softly, moving his cup to his lips to take a sip.

He belonged here. He made him feel wanted. Loved.

"But of course. I'm merely fulfilling your wish to have your hand held." Raloris retort.

Gentle. Everything is so soft and warm and right. It was so different from how Raloris usually felt. Raloris shifts closer to Celtic, leaning his head onto his leader's shoulder to feel even closer to him.

....

SORRY THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SHORT HEADCANON BUT IDK WHY I WENT OVERBOARD--

[aesopsbaby]

heyy it's me. I'm that one person that is a sucker for rare ships. So please can we see some content for Star x Meztli,Vince x Trickster,Stray Skies which is North Sky and Logan??

I also like Kema with Trickster,Sylvester x Star or Raloris,and a popular one which is StarXiang

Sorry if these is all too much and don't be pressured to draw them all. I just rlly luv ur art and just have funzzzzz yeah?

Hello Anon! I really love rare ships too! I find them interesting because well, I never really thought of seeing them together but it actually seems like a good pairing to me!

Oh oh, also I gave Star a outfit if they were to actually be in the RPG au too ^^

I tried to do as much as possible but,,,I just don't have the will in me rn to finish the rest. I will definitely do more in the future!! But for now, have these :D

And thank you Star for allowing me to draw their persona shipped with my oc!!

Logan and Raloris belongs to @feelin-lo !

North Sky belongs to @alcohol1maid !

Star belongs to @startheimpactfangirl !

Meztli and Sylvester belongs to me!

[boiling-potato]

Oh BP! I didn't know I was starving you!

Heres a treat~

Raloris, Mentally ill but doing his best.

• Raloris is a Half High elf, Half human. That comes with some perks. For example, he lives longer and ages slower, he's naturally a beanpole (tall and skinny) and has the knowledge of a High elf. But the emotions of a human. • he was Diagnosed with Manic Depression after his father died. But why? Why would this cause the boy to spiral? Well. That's a long one. His father was never too happy with Raloris, because as a human (with very biased views) he didn't like the elf in his son. He hated how smart he was, how thoughtful he was and so on, while all Raloris wanted to do, was to make his dad proud. once his dad came up with a fever, a serious one, Raloris tried to cure him, but the stubborn human refused to take treatment. He passed not long after. And since Raloris had been trying his hardest up to exhaustion, trying to make his dad happy... With his death, Raloris lost what he perceived to be his purpose. And it caused him to spiral.

Thats the base of it... but wait, there's more!

After he was discharged from hospital, he was a wanderer, a shell of his old self, but then... He took up arms, wielding something that a mentally unstable individual should be clear of... A weapon. A standard soldiers spear. But it was perfect to the lunatic. He taught himself to use it, practicing day in day out... to exhaustion. Then, one day... he met the group. Then they met again and again and again. Until eventually, Sylvester asked Raloris to join the group, to which he agreed. Little did the group know, he was far more unstable than his first personality let on...

Yeeesss!!!! About time!! Ò^Ó

Hahahah! Just joking!! ..... But still!! I was starving!! (⁠╥^╥⁠)

Anyway Yes!!! You know the moment you released Raloris I was so curious about him! Especially his mental state! And finally!! I finally know why and... Jesus Christ poor guy!! He really deserves better!! (⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠෴⁠ ⁠༎ຶ⁠)

... If only I could hit his dad.... With a chair...

Made of steel..

Covered in spikes....

And Dipped in poison.. ಠ⁠ᴥ⁠ಠ 💢 💢

Ugh!! I want one of my oc interact with him!! •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀ But anyway thank you so much for this amazing meal Lo!!! I enjoyed reading all of these!!! I'm so glad I got to know more about him!!!! (⁠╥w╥⁠)🍴💕💕💖💖💖💞💞💘💘✨✨

Please feel free to send more!!!! (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)✨✨

[aesopsbaby]

Don't disturb them they're staring at each other in silence

Idk there is no context behind this I just wanted to draw Celtic and Raloris-

Raloris belongs to @feelin-lo !

[aesopsbaby]

I'm bored I also broke a finger, have fun:

Sylvester : Guys, I’ve been meaning to tell you… Raloris and I are dating.

Raloris , Vince, Celtic, and Zion: *gasp*

Sylvester : Raloris , why are you surprised?!

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Zane: I'm hot, I’m tall, I'm gay, and I'm on my theatre kid arc.

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Vince: Oh, fiddlesticks.

Celtic: Look, I understand this is a tense situation, but let's watch the fucking language.

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Raloris : We have fun, don’t we, Vince?

Vince: I have never been more stressed out in my entire life.

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*The squad's reaction to being told they're the chosen one*

Celtic: I will not let you down.

Zion: Sounds fun.

Vince: K.

Zane: No, I'm fucking not.

Sylvester : Do I have to be?

Raloris : Please god, I am so tired.

YOU BROKE A FiNGER?? WHY ARE YOU SO RELAXED AND CASUAL ABOUT THIS-- okay but in all seriousness,,,I hope you're okay and you recover quickly <,33

AND LMFAOO I LOVE ALL OF THESE!! It all suits them so perfectly HAHAH THE FIRST ONE IMf GONNA LOST IT

[aesopsbaby]

Raloris: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Celtic: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

Raloris: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Celtic: Is it working?

I LOVE THIS I LOVE EHEHEHEHS <3

Celtic would most definitely try to trick Raloris into being doing anything that benefits Ralo positively! :,) He cares too much for him I'm gonna CRYYY

Raloris belongs to @feelin-lo

[aesopsbaby]

Celtic: What are you in the mood for?

Raloris: World domination.

Celtic: That's a bit ambitious.

Raloris: You are my world.

Celtic: Aww...

Raloris:

Celtic:

Raloris:

Celtic: OH.

DOUBLE OH! Raloris be bold

Send more of these I'm living for incorrect quotes with ocs >:]]

Raloris belongs to @feelin-lo !

[omegasamart]

Had a fun time streaming despite having a few hiccups along the way. Thank you @magichemist for the raid!

Raloris’s reference sheet is slowly getting there. I’m actually starting to like the colors more and more, so hopefully I don’t have to change too much before inking this.