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[emberglowfox]

bunch of smaller things from the art stream

[karahalloway]

Sleepless in New York: Epilogue - Into The Night

Series: TRR

Pairing: Drake Walker x F!OC (Harper Gale)

Synopsis: What if Drake met Harper on the first night of Prince Christian’s New York bachelor party? A stand-alone AU written from Drake's POV.

Masterlist: Sleepless in New York

Chapter Summary: On the long-dreaded night of the Masquerade Ball, Drake has a revelation...

Word Count: 4,600

Rating/Warnings: M (angst, way too many f-bombs, drinking, references to drug-use, fluffy fluff fluff)

Chapter theme song:

A/N1: This is my slightly belated submission for @choicesprompts Flufftober 2023 event I got this out as fast as I could! The prompt that this fits is '31 - You don’t know me and I promise I’m not a creepy stalker but...' and possibly this one:

A/N2: I have no clue how many people actually listen to the chapter theme songs for these fics, but if you have time, I highly encourage you to listen to this one! I dredged it from the depths of my Middle School memories because I realised that it was perfect for this chapter (in my head, if Sleepless were a movie/TV show, this is the song that would play as the end credits song).

Epilogue - Into The Night

"You okay?"

I shoot a scoff across the room. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

"You could," Chris concedes, meeting my eye through the full-length mirror as he adjusts a cuff. "But I am not the one who has been staring into that whiskey glass for the past ten minutes."

"Speak for yourself," I reply, quickly draining what's left of my drink. "You've been eyeing up your reflection for the past fifteen."

"I just want to make a good first impression, is all..." he admits while obsessing over the gold aiguillette draped across his jacket.

"Isn't that what the job of the so-called ladies?" I ask dryly, dropping the now empty glass back onto the bar cart.

"I am certain they will be pulling out all the stops," he sighs, smoothing his already immaculate hair down. "But, given the occasion, it is only fair that I reciprocate."

"Well, short of emergency Botox, I think you've more than crossed that T."

Chris snaps his head around in bewilderment. "Pardon me?"

I shrug apathetically. "You're fast approaching thirty, buddy. And those crow's feet aren't doing you any favours."

He quirks a brow at me. "I think you'll find that they are laugh lines..."

"Now you're just splitting grey hairs, old man..."

Chris bursts out laughing. "Speak for yourself, Drake! You were born three months before me!"

"True," I concede. "But unlike you, I ain't got no wrinkles."

His mouth pulls into a knowing smirk. "Only because you hide them under all that unkept facial hair!"

"You should try it sometime," I riposte, running my hand suggestively over the bristles on my jaw.

Chris shakes his head with a wry grin. "I must've done something very wrong at some point for you to be my best friend..."

I spread my arms. "Hey. I'm just here to keep you humble."

Chris scoffs. "Yes. By reminding me that I'm fast approaching middle age..."

"It took your mind off the Ball, didn't it?"

"Yes," he concedes after a pause. "I suppose it did."

"Not just a hat rack, my friend," I grin with a tap on my temple. "But seriously. You look great. Warts and all."

A wan smile ghosts his lips. "Thanks, mate. You don't look too shabby yourself."

I glance down at the black tux that I'm wearing. "Yeah. Well... Given the occasion, I figured I should make some kind of effort as well."

"You know you don't have to dress up on my account... I know how much you dislike donning evening wear."

"Tell that to the prick who put 'black tie' on the invite..."

Chris chuckles. "That would be my father."

"Figures..." I say with a roll of my eyes. "He's got more dinner jackets than you can shake a stick at."

"A necessity when you are a king, I'm afraid..." Chris reminds me. "But at least it isn't a white tie 'do."

"Oh, sweet Jesus..." I groan, remembering the last royal event that I had to subject myself to in a bow tie and matching waistcoat. "I was sweating like a priest in a brothel strapped up in that monkey suit."

"It certainly did not help that the air conditioning system had been broken..."

"In the middle of a heatwave..." I add. "With five hundred people packed into a room."

"Yes, that Venice trip certainly was memorable."

"For all the wrong reasons," I grunt sourly. "I somehow managed to get food poisoning as well."

"I remember," nods Chris sympathetically. "But at least you missed the terrible opera."

"Honestly, I would've traded that hellhole of a night for an entire week's worth of bad arias..." I grumble. "I definitely got the short end of the stick in that trade."

"You only say that because you do not know what it is to sit through four hours of off-key yodelling," Chris says with grimace.

"No," I admit solemnly. "Because I always bring earplugs."

Chris' eyes widen. "And you never thought to share them?"

"Doesn't really work if you only block one ear..."

Chris rewards my factual clap-back with a shove. "You are a sod, you know that right?"

"Thought that was old news," I reply with a grin, dodging out of the way.

"And yet you nevertheless continue to raise the bar..."

"Hey," I wink as I reverse my way back to the bar cart. "I have high standards."

Chris shakes his head with a wry grin. "You're impossible."

"Thought I was a sod," I quip over my shoulder as I refill both our glasses.

"An impossible sod," accedes Chris wryly as he slips on his monogrammed Breitling.

"Just so we're clear..." I smirk as I retrace my steps to offer him one of the tumblers.

"Thanks," he acknowledges, taking the heavy crystal. "What shall we toast to?"

I think for a second. "How 'bout blind, dumb luck?"

Chris lifts a brow. "That's a new one."

"Seems to be in short supply of late," I tell him, raising my glass.

"Very true," he agrees. "To Lady Luck, then! May she bestow her golden smile upon us once again!"

"'Cause we could all do with a fuckin' break," I add dryly, clinking my glass against his.

Chris brings the gin to his mouth with a laugh. "Did we not just have one?"

"Not all of us," I remind him, throwing my refill back.

"Well, we'll need to make sure you take some time in lieu, then."

"I'll be fine," I assure him. "I'll just chalk it up as overtime."

Chris chuckles. "At the rate you're going, you'll soon have more overtime on the books than regular time."

"Yeah, well..." I shrug. "Shit needs doing. But I'm planning on dropping off the grid for a couple of weeks once the Bash is behind us."

"Take a whole month," Chris advises, clapping a hand onto my shoulder. "You will have more than earned it by then."

I scoff. "I can't just—"

He firms up his grip. "I insist."

Lifting my gaze, I find his clear, emerald eyes locking me down.

I huff out a low breath. "Fine. I'll think about it."

"That is the best I'm going to get out of you, isn't it?"

"Yep," I tell him with a slap on his arm. "Now, hop to it, Cinderella — your ball awaits."

"Yes, I suppose we best get on," he concedes, depositing his empty glass on a side table. "Would be rude to turn up late for my own party..."

Turning on his heel, he strides determinedly towards the door of his suite. The footman stationed by the wall quickly grabs the latch and pulls the door back.

"Here we go..." I mutter under my breath as I drop my tumbler off as well and follow after him.

This is it. The start of the slow, downward skid towards the inevitable. The beginning of the end.

Because tonight's ball kicks off not just the months-long circus that is the social season, but the countdown to Chris' coronation as well.

As despite all the official interviews and press releases, it's no secret within the Palace that Constantine is living on borrowed time. His pancreatic cancer had been diagnosed too late, and even with vigorous treatment, it had spread. And even based on the most optimistic outlook, chances are good that he won't make it to Christmas.

Which is why New York — by necessity — had been such a whirlwind tour. Because any day could end up being the old bastard's last, and Chris has to be ready to step up to the plate at a moment's notice. Not that he isn't already running the country in all but name... It just isn't official yet.

But that's why the race to find the next Queen is exactly that — a high-stakes time-trial where the clock is against everyone.

Especially Chris.

Because if Constantine's condition takes a sudden turn for the worse, Chris may not get the luxury of choice. As some dumbass had had the bright idea a few centuries ago to enact a law that states that Cordonian monarchs must be married or engaged at the time of their coronation. Which means that Chris' hand could end up being forced by circumstances — and selfish interests — outside his control.

So, we better pray that he finds someone, and fast. Or that the doctors are wrong. Ideally both.

Otherwise, we're gonna be up the proverbial creek without a paddle, hurtling down the rapids of a constitutional crisis that could very literally tear the kingdom apart.

"Well... This is it," declares Chris as we arrive at the doors of the ballroom.

"Yep," I agree over the soft hubbub of gossip and classical music that's seeping out into the ante-room we're standing in. "Last chance to cut and a run."

"I am honestly considering it," he admits with a shaky laugh as the footmen prepare to open the double-height doors.

"Hey," I say, stepping in front of him. "If you need a time out—"

He shakes his head. "I'll be fine."

"You sure?" I ask, fixing him with a critical eye as I wave at the staff to hold their horses.

"Yes," he nods determinedly. "Just... Just some last-minute nerves, is all."

"Understandable," I concede. "There are only about a dozen girls on the other side of that door waiting to throw themselves at you."

He eyes the barrier uneasily. "I suppose I should feel flattered..."

"...but you're seriously thinking about jumping off the balcony."

He bites out a strangled laugh. "Is it that obvious?"

"You never could beat me at poker."

"Shit..." he mutters, running an agitated hand down his face.

"Hey," I say, clamping my hands onto his shoulders to make him look at me. "It's a fucked up situation. I get it. Your dad's got one foot in the grave, you're trying to run a country, and the last thing you want to do is play Royal Bachelor in front of all these tossers. But you need a Queen. And the season's your best bet at finding one."

"But how will I know which is the one?"

"You won't," I admit. "Until you do."

Christ knows Gale struck me like white lightning out of the blue...

His lips curve into a ghost of a smile. "Blind, dumb luck..."

"Blind, dumb luck," I confirm, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

Chris heaves a low exhale. "Here's to chance, then."

"Knock 'em dead, buddy," I say with a grin as I step back.

Chris lines himself up in front of the entranceway again. The footmen reach for the handles as the herald takes his position.

I give everyone the go.

The double doors swing open, and the herald clears his voice.

The music and the hubbub come to an abrupt halt as every neck in the room cranes around with unfettered interest.

"Preeesenting His Royal Highness, the Duke of Applewood!"

Chris squares his shoulders and lifts his head. And just like that, the man disappears and in his place stands the Prince — cool, composed, collected — any wayward reservations masked behind the diplomatic smile he's been practising since the age of three.

The crowd parts...

...and with one final inhale, Chris steps over the threshold and the doors close behind him.

A breath that I didn't realise I'd been holding explodes out of me.

Phase 1 — check.

Now to try and get through the remainder of the ball without any front-page scandals, culinary clusterfucks, or assassination attempts upsetting the carefully staged high-society apple cart.

Because I hadn't been joking earlier when I'd said we could all do with a fuckin' break. The media storm kicked up by Leo's abdication was still raging in full force through the pages of the tabloids, and it's only gonna be a matter of time before the paps get wind of Constantine's condition.

Which is why it's so critical that tonight's event goes off without a hitch. As the royal family — Chris especially — is in desperate need of a publicity uplift before the coronation... and the funeral.

And it's my job to quarterback while Bastien coordinates from the command centre.

So, I need to be especially on it tonight. As we can't afford any cock-ups.

Spinning on my heel, I make my way towards the closest side-door as I activate the hidden mic clipped to my jacket. "Falcon has flown, over."

"Confirmed," comes the crackled sound of Bastien's voice over the comms. "Blue Team — do you have eyes on Falcon?"

"We have eyes on Falcon, over," affirms Marquez.

"Walker, you're clear to take up secondary position, over."

"Roger that, over."

I feel my shoulders relax slightly as I reach the end of the service corridor.

So far, so good.

Just need to stay focused for the next six-or-so hours, and make sure that nothing goes sideways.

Opening the white-washed door in front of me, I slip into the ballroom near the back of the royal dais. Clicking the latch closed softly behind me, I catch sight of Constantine.

He's dressed to the nines in full royal regalia, patent oxfords polished to within an inch of their life. But the carefully coordinated window dressing can't hide the fact that the old man is a shadow of his former self.

His cheeks are sunken, his greying hair is sparse, and despite the carefully applied make-up, his skin lacks the usual vigour of health.

But I gotta hand it to the man. Despite his failing health, he's out here tonight. Putting on a united front for the sake of the kingdom — for the sake of his son — to make sure that the royal show goes on. Even if it fucking kills him.

Because that's the price of duty.

And regardless of his other failings — of which there are many — you have to respect him for that, if nothing else.

He spots me out of the corner of his periphery. "Drake..."

"Sir," I acknowledge with a respectful nod, coming to a stop.

"I trust everything is under control?"

"Yessir."

He eyes me for a moment before leaning back into his upholstered chair. "Let's ensure that it stays that way."

Knowing a dismissal when I hear one, I resume my path around the perimeter, scanning the crowd as I walk, always keeping at least one eye on Chris.

Because Constantine's direction had been clear.

Don't fuck up.

Not that I plan to.

I learnt my lesson the hard way in New York about taking my eyes off the ball. And like hell am I gonna—

"Managed to find a new shirt, I see..."

I freeze. No fuckin' way.

I must've imagined it. A trick of the space... A wayward echo... An auditory illusion.

But if that's true, then who the hell is standing behind me? Eyes locked onto my back like a laser-sight? Their familiar scent tickling my nose?

Camomile with a hint of honey.

I shake my head, trying to rejig my senses.

It doesn't work.

Which leaves me with just one option.

Steeling myself, I turn slowly around, part of me convinced that I've well and truly lost the plot, part of me 'bout ready to believe in miracles.

Because that voice... Here? That's just not possible. Unless there was something in that whiskey and I'm tripping major ballsacks right now.

Wouldn't be the first time Max pulled a stunt like that...

But as I complete the about-face, it quickly becomes clear that I ain't just obviously high — I've lost my motherfuckin' mind completely.

That, or a bomb has just gone off in the ballroom and I'm now stood at the Gates of Heaven, about to receive final judgement.

Because I can think of no other scenario that would explain why she's here, in front of me, wrapped in a shimmering, floor-length white dress that clings to her curves like wisps of a dream, a coy smile playing at her lips.

"But I guess you can't show up at a place like this in cowboy boots and Wrangler jeans, huh?"

The soft lilt of her voice slices through me like a boot knife. "Harp—"

I make the mistake of catching her eye.

And whatever semblance of rationale thought I may have had left dissolves instantly in the sparkle of her hazel-green gaze.

The crowd... The Schubert... The entire fucking kingdom crashes into inconsequence as I feel my already tenuous grip on reality slip, leaving me stranded on the twilight edge of reason, struggling for breath.

How—?

I have no clue how long I stand there, rooted to the spot like a vegetate stoner as I try — and fail — to make sense of what the actual fuck is happening.

Because this shit? It sure as hell ain't real.

"...Drake?"

The sound of her voice finally unglitches my brain.

I blink.

But she's still there. Staring at me. Like an unabating hallucination with a bad sense of humour.

With concerted effort, I force myself to choke out the only salient question. "The hell are you doing here?"

"Looking for you."

"Why?"

"You left your jackets behind and—"

My jaw drops. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Who — in their right mind — chases someone halfway around the world? Because of a goddamn jacket?

Nobody. That's who.

The girl's obviously crazy.

Her smile falters slightly. "I thought I'd surprise you..."

"Yeah. Well, I hate surprises," I cut in acerbically, still trying to process this shitshow.

"Yes," she snips, hazel eyes hardening. "That much is becoming clear!"

"What the fuck did you expect, Gale?" I hit back. "That I'd just—?"

"I don't know what I was expecting!" she snaps, the force of her annoyance propelling her forward as she flings an arm out. "But it sure as hell wasn't this!"

"Well, that makes two of us," I bite out, suddenly finding myself nose-to-nose with her. "Because I would've expected a fucking heads-up!"

Her eyes narrow. "Do you know how many Drake Walkers there are online?"

I feel my jaw clench. "What the hell does that—?"

"Over a hundred!" she shouts into my face... loud enough for a few nearby aristos to turn their heads. "And none of them are you!"

I grab her by the arm. "So, you just decide to jump on a plane and—?"

"Yes! Because it's not like I had your number, either, Walker," she continues forcefully, jabbing me in the chest. "Because you just left and—"

"You fucking think I don't know that!" I yell back, the inherent accusation of her words ripping away the last vestiges of my sanity.

Several more heads to turn.

But I don't give a shit.

Because I can't seem to think straight around this girl on the best of days. Let alone when she springs herself on me like some damn jack-in-the-box — for the third fuckin' time just as many days — leaving me slap-faced and scrambling, and then accuses me of being an asshole?

Like fuck am I gonna act rational...

...also, why the hell does she have to look so damn good in that dress?

She's glaring up at me, chest heaving. "This was obviously a bad idea..."

I scoff humourlessly, her face inches from mine. "No fucking shit."

Her body tenses... but in the next instant the fight goes out of her just as fast as it ignited. Dropping her gaze, she mutters, "Glad we got that cleared up..."

There's something in her tone that I can't quite place.

But my burnt-out brain is too slow at cottoning on, and before I have a chance to figure it out, she's spun out of my grasp and I'm left holding nothing but air...

"Harp—"

...but by the time I look up, she's already turned and vanished into the crush.

Shit.

That obviously came out wrong.

But what the fuck had she been thinking? For me to just throw my hat over the moon like some star-struck moron? To sweep her off her feet and kiss her like we were in a goddamn rom-com?

I catch sight of the flash of her honey-caramel hair halfway across the room.

Crap.

That's exactly what I should've done.

Ignoring every single warning light going off in my head — she's not been vetted, she didn't have an invite, how the fuck did she even find me? — I throw myself after her.

Because as pissed off as I am that she was able to get the jump on me like she did — someone's sure as shit getting fired for that — I can't deny the fact that I'm still a complete and utter fool for her.

And the thought of her walking out on me — like I'd walked out on her — hits worse than a bullet to the gut.

"Harper!" I shout, pushing through the crowd of beady-eyed onlookers to try and get to her, much to their undisguised disgust.

"Oi, watch it, you!"

"C'est intolérable!"

"Do you know who I am!"

But if she hears me over the growing furore, she doesn't stop.

"For fuck's sake..." I grunt under my breath as I momentarily lose sight of her in the sea of heads.

This girl's going to be the death of me.

But if I'm going to have any chance of catching her, I know I need a change of strategy.

Spinning on my heel, I cut a hard and fast path back to the edge of the ballroom, spilling more than a few fancy drinks in the process as I knock aristos out of the way like bowling pins.

Heedless of the chaos left in my wake, I burst out onto the periphery of the crush. Throwing myself into a sprint back towards the tail end of the room, I bump off anyone stupid enough to get in my way.

I'm not losing her again.

Rushing past the raised dais, I see Constantine turn his head in my direction...

...but I've blown past him before he has a chance to open his mouth.

Sliding to a haphazard stop in front of the wall, I pause for just long enough to wrench the hidden door open before hurling myself down the service corridor.

Rushing past doors and junctions on my left and right, I pull up a mental blueprint of the Palace, trying to extrapolate her most likely position based on her speed and prior trajectory, and cross-reference that against how fast I'm going to determine the best option for an interception.

There. The main foyer.

Skidding around a corner, I double-time it down the narrow passageways, praying and hoping that I've been able to make up for time lost in the ballroom.

Arriving at the exit point, I throw myself against the door — nearly dislocating my shoulder in the process — and crash back out into the Palace-proper...

...but I can't see her anywhere.

"Fuck!" I cuss, running an agitated hand through my hair as I spin around.

Maybe I miscalculated. Maybe she's already gone. Maybe—

"Ooph!"

I collide bodily with someone speeding around the corner from the opposite direction, their head smacking into my jaw.

Agony shoots through my mouth as the unexpected impact causes me to bite down on my tongue.

Motherfucker!

But the sharp sting of the pain doesn't stop my body from reacting. If anything, it kicks my training into gear. Moving more on instinct than anything else, I execute a targeted sidestep to realign my centre as my hand snaps out to grab the other person by the arm to stop them from falling backwards.

Using their weight as a fulcrum, I redirect the force of our momentum into a spin to bring both of us to a stop next to the wall.

"You okay?" I ask, peering down at the panting, hot mess in my arms.

Gale snaps her head up so fast she nearly breaks my nose as well. "How the hell did you get in front of me?"

"Trade secret," I tell her.

She lays into me. On the exact same spot she hit me last night.

"Christ!" I exclaim, reeling back. "What the hell was that—?"

"For being an asshole!" she decries, hitting me again.

"Asshole?" I scoff. "You fucking ran into me!"

"Well, maybe I wouldn't have done if you hadn't been such a jerk, Walker!" she shouts, smacking me again.

"What do you want, then?" I demand, catching her wrist. "A goddamn apology?"

Her eyes blaze. "It would be a damn good st—"

Fuck it.

Giving her wrist a hard tug, I use the inherent resistance in her arm to yank her forward. And before she has a chance to object, I've crashed my lips against hers.

I hear her suck in a sharp breath of surprise before her body suddenly softens, melting against mine with a sigh as she gives into me.

The scent of her wildflower perfume subsumes me as she throws an arm around my neck, and I'm — at long last — home.

Because it's not until this moment that I realise how much I fucking missed her. Even though I barely know her, and I have no clue how... or even if we can make this — whatever this is — work, I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that I was a monumental idiot for not going back to find her in New York...

...for the fact that I walked out on her in the first place.

Because this girl? She's unlike anything I've ever seen before.

The sheer fact that she's here — despite all the myriad-and-one ways in which I've screwed up with her — proves that.

And I'll be damned if I'll find another like her.

"Harper... I'm sorry," I pant between kisses, reaching up to cup her face in my palms. "For being an asshole... for being a jerk... for getting you fired... for hurting you... for—"

"I'm sorry, too..." she gasps, gripping my hair as my lips skate down her neck. "I didn't mean to... freak you out... like that... and I should've—"

"How did you even get here?" I ask, spinning her around to press her up against the wall behind me.

"Leo," she moans, arching up towards me as I drop a hand down to her ass, pulling her back into me. "He came to the apartment and—"

I scoff as I capture her mouth again. "Un-fuckin'-real..."

I'm gonna murder the bastard.

Because if this is his batshit way of saying 'thank you' for me being here for Chris instead of him, then he's definitely more than one brick shy of a load.

As regardless of whatever kind of happy reunion he'd cooked up in his mind, there's only one possible outcome to this royal SNAFU — me losing my job. Because there's no way in hell that Bast will be able to overlook the fact that I deserted my post to chase after a girl.

Again.

As unlike last time, there are a good two-dozen witnesses who can throw me under the bus. And they'll do so with impunity, given half a chance. Because one of those witnesses is Constantine. And no way is he gonna let such a flagrant dereliction of duty fly. Especially not after the very clear command he gave me.

Plus, it's not like I can justify my behaviour with any kind of rational argument. Or swear on a stack of Bibles that I won't do it again.

I'd tried that in New York.

It hadn't worked.

But as I glance down at Gale's flushed face, one thing is crystal clear.

I'll deal with that shit in the morning...

~ Fin ~

A/N: This is it! We have arrived at the end! 🤗 Thank you so much for bearing with me over the course of this fic, which has been 2 long years in the making! Hopefully, the journey was worth it! There will be some Extras in the near future (art, a bonus chapter), but no ETA on any of these yet (too many other WIPs I want/need to finish). Thank you to everyone who took the time to read, reblog, comment, emote, and generally encourage me through this project! I - for one! - have certainly grown to love Drake more as a result! 🥰 Hope you have too!

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Sleepless in New York only

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Picture Credits: Harper - Cordonia - Drake - Constantine - Kiss - Christian

[iamlittlelostsoul]

First Love

Hello my lovelies~!! It's 4am here and I can't sleep yet I'm feeling a lil romantic today (cries in single) no angst (wohooo!) and a lil bonus of some smut<3

Malleus is such a bbg CHANGE MY MIND I DARE YOU<3

first time writing smut so hope you all liked it ≧◉◡◉≦

Summary: Falling for her was the happiest I've ever been. Stay by me hold me tight and kiss me.

warning/s: NSFW. smut.

MalleYuu || Malleus x OC(Yurika)

if you're curious of my oc here's her profile! -> Yuri

(and if you'd like you can listen to this while reading it <3)

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Malleus pov

It was a hot summer evening when we first met.

By the garden at the abandoned dorm called Ramshackle a place that is almost in ruins but still has its lovely charms.

It was where I spend my evening or midnight strolls because of the quiet and perfect atmosphere.

Never did I expect that this place that looks almost like some ancient ruins have 2 inhabitants, If I'd not missed the opening ceremony maybe I might have known?

So like I was saying I was on my stroll when a cat or raccoon (?) looking monster kicks open the door and started throwing a tantrum like a small human child about how is he not getting any cans of tuna when he is such a great and mighty creature soon to be a great mage.

A girl with short, silvery purplish curls came following the monster, grabbed her shoe, and threw it at the little thing before it could even think of running and escaping her wrath.

It was quite a sight I couldn't help but snort.

She halts scolding the little monster and stares up at me.

It was quite weird I felt my chest tighten and my heart skip a beat as her curious dark gray eyes bore at mine.

I could clearly remember how our first conversation went that time.

"Oh-..hey! Sorry you had to see this." she says as she bows politely.

"it's no problem child of man" I said as I take a few steps towards them.

The talking cat monster took this chance to flee which the girl responded to with a groan of frustration.

"I'm Yurika. Yurika Evermore by the way! Call me Yuri" she says as she switches back her attention to me with a smile. It picked my curiosity that she doesn't seem to fear me does she perhaps not know me? I thought that time.

Which turned out to be correct as she waited for me to introduce that time.

Not wanting her attitude to change once finding out who I really am I told her to call me whatever she wanted.

It's better later that she finds out who I am.

She has a very charming personality I thought as I left her that night and lay on my bed fully awake a smile graces on my lips which I only found out when Lilia pointed it out as I came back though I gave him no details on why perhaps I am smiling.

It was not long till we met again. And she was as bubbly as our first meeting, although she does have a slightly sarcastic and sassy attitude it's no surprise she managed to befriend so many such as myself.

Every time we met my heart always skips a beat and would sometimes pound loudly.

Even when she finally discovers who I am she still treats me like she does to her friends and still calls me "Tsunotaro" which somehow eased my heart I got a little too fond of her calling me Tsunotaro.

She taught me so many things and somehow managed to help me get a little closer to the other students.

'I like her.' I thought. 'I really like her very much.' I thought once again as I stroll Ramshackle's garden in the middle of the night. The place is slowly becoming more homey and lively as flowers bloomed along the patches and of course, the garden while to dorm is slowly getting redecorated using the allowance she gets from the headmaster, it was quite a surprise she managed to bargain for an allowance knowing how stubborn the crow man was.

We gradually grew closer and closer. And I was never not thankful for my lucky star for sending this girl to NRC and allowing her to meet me. And become my first friend....or maybe something else?...

Gradually my thought gets almost filled up with her. How is she doing today? Has she eaten already? Is Grim giving her problems? Is she having a hard time with classes? plenty of questions fill up my head the temptation to check on her every time and day is quite a struggle to resist.

And somehow Lilia has me all figured out telling me I fell in love.

'Love. So this is love?' I thought. 'I like it'

If there would be anyone strong and capable enough to steal my heart I knew it definitely is her.

Although I was a little anxious though...does she likes me back? or will I get friend-zoned like Shroud's depiction of an anime he watched.

I was fearful so I got as much bits of advice from Lilia on how to court a human.

And I start with gifts. I send her jewelry, dresses, and fabrics she could use for her hobby. I'm not sure how much I should give to make her content so I gave her as much as I could which is a huge pile that reaches up to the door.

That should suffice right?

I followed it up with quality time. There's nothing best but spending time with the person you love. Watching movies, evening/midnight strolls, studying, and many more. And she seemed quite pleased with my presence in her life.

He also tries to ward off any possible rivals not like they're strong enough to even rival him nor would they even dare or maybe a certain lion beast man might? Although he did try his best not to push them off too much and upset her.

He did everything he could to court her he's not sure though if he's succeeding or not...but seeing as she never reacted badly maybe he is succeeding...

So putting up a brave and confident face as I went to visit her for their usual hangouts.

I enters her dorm and I'm so proud of her seeing the dorm looking more livable and home-like.

We went on with our usual routine chatting about what went on our day, watching movies, and such...till I decided to spill the beans.

"Child of man" I whisper as we watch a musical show she loves so much that she claims exists in her world.

"Yeah?" she says as she turns her attention from the screen to me.

"I...would like to tell you something" I confess I could feel my cheeks heat up and my heart pound loudly.

"go on" she says as she stares up at him curiously

"I...love you." I said.

So many emotions passes through her face as her mouth hangs open and she stares at me in disbelief. "O-oh...really?? Like really?? romantically?" she says sounding a bit too eager and excited.

Which made my heart soar and I felt the butterfly in my stomach flutter around at her words. "Yes...yes I do. I love you, Yuri." I whisper directly on her ear.

She shudders in response as her mouth kept hanging open until she spoke "yes! I love you too" she says jumping in my arms as we tumble and fell on the couch with her on top and we both stare at each other for a moment before laughing in unison.

I've never been so happy in my whole life. Neither could I then imagine a world without her after meeting her I think the world would feel all monochrome and blue.

Cause she's my world now. And I revolve around her like a planet to the sun.

I wrap my arms securely around her waist as I asked permission to kiss her.

She answers with a nod. And I made little effort to waste time as I press my lips on hers.

She answers my kiss with a kiss and we share it passionately on the living room couch thank seven Grim is sleeping over at Ace and Deuce's room.

I roll my hips on hers and she lets out a soft moan as she felt my arousal press on her womanhood.

I continue kissing her not wanting to let go we didn't even realize we were already standing and walking up to her room with her legs wrapped around my torso and I carry her while are tongues clash and dance into the passionate rhythm we share.

I press her on her bed as I pull back to catch our breath. Were both panting with our cheeks flushed and clothes a bit wrinkled and messed up but neither do we mind it as I pepper her neck with soft fluttery kisses before gently sucking and nipping leaving a hickey or two near her jaws.

I hastily began to remove our clothes a little too eager and impatient as I struggle to unbutton the last button of her blouse.

She laughs as she lends me a hand.

She looks so beautiful bare and naked for someone like I. I cup her breast and gave it a few squeezes. She writhes and moans as I gave her left nipple a small lick.

I circle my tongue around her already hard nipples before suckling on it she moans a little louder.

I repeat the same actions on her right sooner she's moaning my name. Oh how lovely it sounds coming out from her lips.

I spread her legs and gets in between her.

My hands slowly glide from her chest to her cunt, gently exploring the entrance before putting a finger inside.

Her eyes flutter close as she throws her head back and her body arches towards me. I continue thrusting and curling my finger in her cunt.

Once i'm sure she's comfortable enough I added another this time moving my fingers faster and pushing in a little deeper. Her walls clench and unclench on my fingers as I move and add another in.

Our hearts pound loudly and became one, our breathing ragged.

She writhes and moans loudly pleading for more and whispering sweet I love you's.

Pulling out my fingers I decided to take it a step up. Making sure she's comfortable in her position I pump my cock a few times and gently rub the tip by her entrance before slamming in.

I groan and she moans. Grabbing on her waist I thrust in while her arms hook around my neck and pull me in for a passionate kiss.

Eager for more I began fastening my pace and pushing in a little too deeper. She moaned loudly as we kiss tongue-to-tongue teeth-to-teeth. Her nails dug on my back it'll surely leave some marks and I'd gladly wear it with pride.

My cock twitched inside her and her walls pulsate and tightens.

A low rumble came out my throat feeling closing and I knew she does too I hasten my pace and thrust deeper occasionally grazing her prostate making her scream and beg.

I let out a groan as I did one final thrust deep inside of her before releasing his orgasm. She follows along after a few seconds passes by.

We're both pant chest rising and falling, eyes hazy with lust and love, Cheeks burning red with passion and adoration for the latter.

Her pussy is filled to the brim with his cock still inside and their adjoined cum some even leaking out of her entrance.

I lean down on her chest, face nuzzled on the crook of her neck as I pulls out. Cum oozes out of her cunt dripping along her thighs to the sheets

"I love you, my child of man" I whispered lovingly.

"I love you too, Tsunotaro" She whispers back.

[...end]

[rayshippouuchiha]

More fic for KHR!

Still mostly on ffn

Odd-Job Tsuna by ShamelessDilettante

Tsuna decides he doesn't want to rely on his absent father's money. So he gets a job. Or two. Or twelve. The 10th Gen gets together early. And there's no way he's leaving Namimori. It will fall apart if I leave, Reborn!

Little Prince by Scheming Rabbit

Iemitsu should have had a closer look at Nana's background before he married her. Nana's father decides its time to teach Tsuna the Family Business. When Reborn comes, he's got to get Tsuna out of his grandfather's reach to make him a Mafia boss. And did I mention they're royalty?

The Epic Rivalry of Sasagawa Kyoko and Sawada Tsunayoshi by Dandelion-san

Tsuna and Kyoko are really, really good at cooking. But who's the best? Unfortunately, Ryohei and Hibari-sempai were terrorized during the Rivalry.

The Senju Brothers by Tsume Yuki

Naruto/KHR If Tsunade had known the kind of chaos her sons were unleash upon the world... well, she still would have had them. The Arcobalenco and 10th Gen are reborn into Naruto. Drabbles, discontinued

Game On! By nordiamus

The first in the series. HP/KHR for the first, FMA, YYH, 1/2 Prince, Inuyasha, Naruto and Percy Jackson for the rest. After FemHP dies, she learns the price her mother paid to save her, that Halloween night. Desperate, she accepts a deal with the gods. Guide and prepare the new Hero to his destiny. Chaos wants to make things fun and turns life into a video game for her. So, so great. Amazing series, fleshed out, lots of characters follow femHP through the series. FemHP/Reborn

Uchiha Kyōya by Tsume Yuki

Naruto/KHR Fugaku wished they'd stopped at the first son. There's nothing wrong with the youngest, it's just... the middle one. Drabbles, technically discontinued but it's good as it is.

Vigilante Tendency by Kyogre

Tsuna tries to follow his dad's advice. It does not go according to plan. At least he has friends now. If only they weren't so inclined to fight crime. Oneshot, super good.

The Varia Next Door by Renegade Warrior

After the Cradle Affair, Xanxus is shipped off to Namimori instead of frozen solid. Xanxus hates it, he can't feel his Flames, his Elements are still in Italy. And why is this brat so difficult to scare off? And why does it feel better when he's around Tsuna? Tsuna is 5 years old when the King moves in next door. What a nice man! Funny povs from the Varia workers in the mansion.

Soldier Series by Tempestes D. Uzu

HP/KHR Harry is Skull! Discontinued but really good completed fics. Shows the povs of the other Arcobalenco to the truth about Skull.

A Murder of Crows by Cyanide Lemons

Reborn is touching down in Namimori just as Sawada Tsunayoshi leaves it. Reborn had to hunt the world for his wayward student, promising death to Iemitsu all the while. So great. I love everything Reborn is put to.

The Bloody Boys by Luki Fanfic

Dark AU! Nana's family are a bunch of serial killers. When Iemitsu allows the Seal on Tsuna, rejecting him from the Vongola, Nana decides to teach him her own family traditions. The 10th Gen in this are all killers. Also, Nana does what we all wish to do.

Aeolian by Tsume Yuki

When Kyoya and Tsuna are kidnapped, Tsuna will have to shed her herbivorous skin and become a carnivore if she wants to survive. Kyoya/Tsuna

Scarily Attractive by Hweianime

Tsunas twin Giotto becomes Decimo and Tsuna is in Germany since scary people are drawn to him all over in Namimori. Tsuna/Xanxus

My Heavenly Judgement by colbub

Complete! 100/10 Downloaded to read whenever. OC Alice has to complete a task to enter Heaven after she dies. She must help Tsuna become Decimo. So amazingly good! I laughed, I cried, I shipped. BTW, endgame Kyoya/Alice slow burn. Super slow burn.. Alice is "born" into the Brighteye Family who, just like her, have to complete a task to go to Heaven in the KHR world. So many tear jerker moments. So many Soft (minorly Angsty) Feels. Wonderful looks into the family Alice left behind, the people working with Alice now and the Angel who set her her task. I can't recommend it enough.

I Hold With Those Who Favor Fire by infaredphaeton

Naruto/KHR Oneshot When Gokudera died, he didn't expect to wake up again. Definitely not with pink hair! Gokudera is Sakura

You Plus Me Plus Kids by Seito

Tsuna/Reborn are gods and they somewhat accidentally end up adopting the kid versions of the arcobalenco and more.

Mutual Hatred by exocara

Tsuna forms a vigilante group to oust the Yakuza from his town before Reborn ever comes near Namimori.

Game of Life by exocara

Tsuna wakes up and his life is suddenly a video game. Complete. Humor

Xanxus' Adventures in Parenthood Piracy by InsaneScriptist

OP/KHR Not my usual thing, since I'm really not a fan of OP but IS did so well and it's mostly just using the OP world as a backdrop. When Portgas D. Rogue finds a man who mysteriously (i.e. standed in an alternate dimension by scientists and had to swim a lot and then climbed a cliff) appeared on the island where she lived, she decided to take him home. Then she names him godfather to her unborn child. Amazing worldbuilding with Flames in this. Xanxus using his Sky Flames to build personas for himself(splitting his Flames into their components and assigning a different alias to each Flame type) to build himself a lifeline until those scientists get him back. My favorite is when he meets who he describes as an unholy combination of Squalo and Mammon as a girl, who eventually brings him home to meet her sisters who also remind him of a genderbent combo of people he knows in KHR. (All he does is hire the girls for the company makes)

Of Dreams and Hope by skyhgem

Tsuna wakes from a week long coma and finds out the last four years of his life (manga) went real. In Italy and even his hometown, 7 others wake from a coma and try to piece their lives together.

Momento Mori by exocara

When Tsuna is 13, he is visited by Checkerface and is told he can save the world by dying on his 15th birthday. Similar to the Tri-Ni-Sette, in this world, there's one more System that keeps it running. Tsuna has been chosen as rhe 10th sacrifice.

Conspiracy Theorist Tsuna by ariathal2410

Tsuna is ridulously accurate when it comes to his conspiracy theories. It's hard to keep a straight face in front of him.

The Lucky Rope by Breathless02

Giotto is jealous of his Gaurdians, of their children. He, himself, wants to be a father. One day, his life changes. 1st Gen raises 10th Gen

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[ofainur]

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖   vanimóre ⠀〳 navëquen⠀  ❜࿔ 

· ⊰ synopsis. following the orders of his lord, navëquen finds himself in middle-earth — face-to-face with his once-counterpart and the bane of his existent, angband's general ( some violence at the end ៸៸ some hints at slight dark themes )

· ⊰ notes. I couldn't help but write something with @cilil 's oc, navëquen, the maia of námo who was once some sort of counterpart for vanimóre. some background: these two were once friends until the incident of vanimóre's corruption. let's just say that some ill feelings now dwindle ~

♡. — 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔

“Manardur.”

“Oh, Quenquen, are you still stuck in the past?”

His dark brow twitches at the pun, but he chooses to keep his face stoic. As he has seen his master’s time and time again. The sight almost made Vanimóre roll his eye, yet he settles for clicking his tongue and stepping forward with the dark, towering presence he has obtained during his time in the shadows. 

“You’re a long way from home, little crow.’’ Muses the general as he approaches his once-counterpart. “Surely you are aware of the dangers out in the big bad world, hmm?”

Navëquen’s jaw clenches before he can stop himself. Was he infantilising him?

“I have come on behalf of Lord Námo.” 

“One would assume you’re here on his orders. Ever the mindless sheep, aren’t you?”

“I have no time for your games, Vanimóre.’’ Hisses the Maia, emerald hues shining with the truth of his hatred at last as he stares at the patch that now covered the eye which was once the opposite of his own. A doorway to the future — he could almost feel his distaste twisting within the pit of his stomach again. 

Yet it appears that the other is delighted by this break in character. His slitted pupil constricts further and a sadistically excited grin curls on his black lips. “There it is. I was waiting for that hatred. You know,’’ he pauses, stepping forward so that he now stood only a foot away from his fellow Maia. Eyes boring into one another. The face of abhorrence meeting one of amusement. 

“You don’t have to tailor yourself after that insufferable Vala.’’

“Don’t you dare speak of him as such!”

“There you go again.’’ Vanimóre rolls his eye and gives an overly-dramatic sigh. “I said it as a joke but it truly does seem like you are still the same mindless sheep all those years ago,’’ shaking his head, his gaze hardens in the slightest. “So tell me, why are you here?”

“I came to bring you back home.’’ Navëquen seethes, his fingers curling into his palms as his fists clench. “But it seems that My Lord had too much faith in you. I doubt you would return.’’ “I’m sure that pleases you, doesn’t it?”

Navëquen’s eyes widen in the slightest and his heart falls into the pit of his stomach. For a moment, he is unable to answer — until his own gaze hardens and he lets out a hushed grunt. “And what, pray tell, do you mean by that?”

He receives only a mocking chuckle in response and the general shakes his head. As though he was conversing with some mindless child. “You’re a good actor, aren’t you? Do you think I never noticed back then?” He leans a bit closer, their faces inches from one another. “Of your little. . . What should I call it? Crush? Obsession?” 

Navëquen immediately takes a step back, his expression twisting into one of mild shock and vexation. “What are you implying?” “It’s obvious.’’ Vanimóre laughs, his eye widening with amusement. “You would rather me here, away from Námo. So that you can have him all to yourself, right?” His grin grows at the twitching of the Maia’s brows, yet he still continues. “I wonder, were you relieved when I left? Got out of the way between you and your Lord? I wasn’t an idiot back then,’’ he pauses for a bit, his grin falling into a malevolent smirk as he cocks his head to the side. 

“Jealous bastard.’’ 

“I have no knowledge of what you speak.’’ Navëquen quips, deflecting as he folds his arms across his chest. “I care not for your mind games, Vanimóre. I am only here on my Lord’s orders. Should you refuse to comply, I have my answer.’’ He takes a breath. “I can return to the Lord that you strayed away from. Instead of wasting more time with an insufferable Maia.’’ Shooting the words right back at his face, he frowns. “Well?”

“You sure do uphold his name, don’t you?’’

“As should you.’’

“It’s laughable, really.’’ Vanimóre sighs, flicking off some dirt from his sharp, dark nails as he gazes upon them in feigned boredom. “How much faith you put in someone who would abandon you in a heartbeat.’’

“Don’t speak of him as though you know him,’’ the other grunts with narrowed eyes. “Your warped perception is —”

“Warped perception. . . Wonder who gave me that.’’ The look on the general’s face darkens and the glow emanating from his eyepatch tells Navëquen exactly what he was implying. “You earned that punishment.’’ He’s almost proud of the irritation that he seems to elicit from Vanimóre. Even if it was for a split second. 

“Do you truly think he gives a damn about you?”

“My Lord Námo cares for me deeply —”

The harrowing laughter that split into the air almost made his ears wish to bleed and his lips press into a thin line as he watched the Maia practically howl his amusement.

“Care about you?” He breathes. “He sent you here to die! And you call that care!?”

“You underestimate me.’’ 

“Oh no, Navëquen. I’ve got you all figured out.’’ Vanimóre chuckles as he steps closer, circling the other like a shark. Amusement and malice becoming one as he keeps a keen eye on his proud, stern stature. “You believe that Námo actually holds you in high regard. That he would care should anything happen to you. It’s almost sad. You came all the way here without even using that head of yours.’’ 

Hands clasped behind his back, he stops behind Navëquen with the darkness from his fëa emanating in great amounts. “You hold him up with such respect and honour. But don’t you think that it is odd he sent you out here alone? What, because he trusts your abilities?” He shakes his head. “Let’s think about this differently. He sent you all the way here to bring me back,’’ he grins at the twitching of Navëquen’s ear and the clenching of his jaw. “What does that tell you?”

“You are. . . trying to mess with me.’’ 

“Then tell me,’’ the general’s chest flushes against his back and his lips draw to his ear. Sharp teeth glinting in the darkness, from beneath his twisted grin as he whispers in a low, venom-laced voice. 

“Would your beloved Lord Námo come to your aid if I were to make you scream out to him?” 

It hit him like lightning, a strike through his body that left his muscles and nerves frozen. Air is knocked from Navëquen’s lungs and a new tightness finds its way around the front of his throat. An abrupt blow leaves him breathless and when he finally processes what has occurred, his eyes are left wide as he stares up towards the general who now towers him — calloused hand clamped around his neck after slamming his back into the table behind him. 

Mind scrambling, he shouts at his muscles to move — yet all he can do is replay those words in his head again and again, like a broken record. Does he care about you? Would he come to save you?

‘L-. . . Lord. . . Námo. . .’

“Go on.’’ Vanimóre’s grin has long since dropped and the look on his face is nothing but malice. Sadism and cruelty shine in his eyes as he leans down, his dark hair tickling the other’s face. His voice lowers once more, quivering with excitement. 

“Cry and scream for him to come save you.’’ His nails dig into the pale skin, not caring for the blood that trickles from the crescent-shaped wounds. “Call his name as much as you’d like. Sob, squeal, beg,’’ 

drawing his face closer, his grin breaks out, crazed and mad as ever, and only now does Navëquen notice the missing eyepatch — his crimson, cursed eye now on full display. 

“Because you sure as hell are going to be screaming for me.’’ 

‘My Lord. . .’

‘. . . H-. . . Help me,’ 

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[kazooku]

Introducing Casey Windro, the time traveling menace!!

God Casey's been one of my favorite OCs ever since I made it back in January. I'm so glad that I can finally post about it now. It's also been kinda my punching bag lately oops. They're an MCU OC and the first of probably many. I'm also trying to figure out ways to insert Casey into other Marvel medias, but for now, they're MCU only.

Casey's whole gimmick is that they're a time traveler who can't change the past. It is a snap survivor. The snap happened when it was 10, and despite none of their family snapping they're two only friends did. Casey doesn't have the best relationship with its family, even from an early age. It's dad was constantly busy, and it's mom had an idea of what she wanted Casey to be and ignored them whenever they drifted from that idea, which was often. It's friends were their family, and that family was gone.

The 5 years that the snap lasted Casey retreated into itself. It didn't try to get close to anyone again because there was no point to it. The people they were close to disappeared into thin air, and the irrational voice in their head said it'll happen again if they did. In the middle of the snap, their great grandma died and left it her pocket watch. The watch was broken and had been broken for as long as Casey could remember, so they made it their mission to fix it.

They fixed it a month after the snap was reversed and with it unlocked time travel but with a cost. Casey could not change any major events. No matter how hard it tried, it couldn't stop the snap. It acted out. Causing chaos but impossible to leave lasting damage. It got on a certain spider's radar for that reason and possibly gained a new friend.

Casey is no longer close to the friends they once considered friends. They're 5 years older now. If asked it would say the Casey they knew died and they deserve better than the shell of their old self that they are.

Casey uses it/they and is a triple A battery (Aromantic, Asexual, and Agender) and a lesbian.

Running out of text space on Instagram and added more in comments so lemme just add those here

When it stops traveling back it needs to relearn consequences. They could do whatever they wanted in the past without a real effect. Now in the present they turn reckless and self destructive forgetting that there's no undoing what happens. They're rash impulsive. It takes a few good years in therapy to get these behaviors under control.

They stop time traveling mostly after a year. It doesn't completely stop but there's larger gaps in between. The people around them who know are getting them to see the damage they're doing to themself through this.

I'm being purposely vague here on the friendship between Casey and Peter but they are close. Starting off as mutual annoyances to inseparable.

Might talk about it more in another post but Casey actually dodges the spell in NWH. They get into an argument and Casey storms off into the past. When they come back and no one remembers him they're confused as hell. It takes them 2 months to track him down and break into his apartment.

Casey is autistic adhd like me lol. Can't write an OC without that oops. Anyways it has a special interest in crow bars. It's weird, it's strange, but they love them. Their favorite is a white one with hello kitty painted on it.

I have a design and plot for a timeskip Casey. I will draw them eventually and talk more there but!! It takes place when Casey is 20 and is them getting into shit with their college friends and occasionally dragging Peter along. They are an English major btw

Working on a Spiderverse Casey variant. So far the plan is the snap is never undone and while time traveling Casey gets frustrated and tells Peter he will die and he tells them yo take over. After failing to change the past they give in and become the new Spider-Man but going by a different name.

They start getting therapy at 17

It has fangs because pre snap friend dared it to file their teeth. It did. The fangs are sensitive to temperature.

Originally posted on May 23rd on Instagram

[fantomette22]

I like being able to draw really differents mood (from angst to silly memes) who are somehow linked xD

Alright i already talk about the first one here so the 2nd drawing. Well it’s a meme based on this. It represents some OCs : young nobles of Cainhurst currently in training to become knights and royal guards + an already young royal guard (a few years older than them). Nothing to serious here but i feel they weren’t always focus during training xD and there’s their poor senior is trying his hardest to supervise them. (he can't blame them he's been at their place a few years ago).

I need to find names for them (well i know one is named Maria at least!). And i need names for their horses too… (yes i have stories for the horses!) Maybe I should describe them a bit more too 😅 I'm thinking.

So there's the 2 boys in the middle. One is a pro of using firearms, he's not the strongest in physical strength. The other one is a bit more strength based is not a bit too much XD (yeah he have 2 chikages...)

And you got Maria on the right and the other girl on the left.

I hope nothing bad will happened to them :))

Beast of Cainhurst (looked like a abhorrent beast) : Hey

NO ! Get out of there ! Let me be in denial about my own imagined stories ! (I am so not ready to wrote about it...)

(yeah the 2 drawings are link but shhh!!! spoiler...)

And i think i already speak a bit of the royal guard, his name his Vledemyr. He’s the cousin? of Maria and a close friend of her and Annalise (that’s her bodyguard/« shadow » too). Oh and he’s linked with Bloody Crow as well somehow but it’s another story x) and he’s basically the nicest guys at Cainhurst and the MVP. He might appear soon in my writing if i managed to continue soon i hope..

[batmans-malewife]

my dc (batman specifically xoxo) ocs cuz im CRINGE and PROUD (names and explanations under the cut)

TOP LEFT (and bottom left): the peacock (marshall birdie)- OHHHH i love him sm hes generally a heist artist and conman and he works with flamingo (middle right) and hes soooo annoying and stupid and over the top i love him he has a husband who used to be his partner in crime (literally) but retired from his criminal life, after which peacock partnered up with flamingo

TOP RIGHT: kaliko (samantha kitt)- catwoman fangirl, best friends w korvid (middle left), fluctuating home situation, she usually lives in a van with her family cuz of Financial Shit, steals to sustain herself and her family, runs with korvid and his gang most of the time

MIDDLE LEFT: korvid (korvid brook)- trans. hes just kind of a rebellious teen type. doesnt really Do Crime. runs with a gang called the murder (haha crow pun) but they all they really do is like. cause mischief and vandalize walls and stuff

MIDDLE RIGHT: flamingo (chelsea shirk)- flapper themed. i love her <3 works with peacock, girlboss. shes cool idk theres not much backstory to her

BOTTOM: also peacock. i just wanted to draw him in that pose. (model is sara_vesler on tiktok i believe? i found the pic on pinterest and had to go on a hunt for their @ so im not completely sure)

[blazenfire223]

[ID in Undercut]

Ineffable Inktober Days 8-14:

Day 8: Stars/Wings (Ophaniel, Fusion AU, before the split)

Day 9: Tartan is Stylish

Day 10: Before Earth (Aziraphale training his squad and Crowley as creating the stars)

Day 12: Reversed Omens (I have 2 Reverse AUs! Ario, (Demon Az) and Zaraphim (Angel Crow) and Damien (Demon Az) and Sariel (Angel Crow) are their names.)

Day 13: Friends/Reunion

Day 14: Flowers/Gift (POV You're Zaraphim)

Prompt list belongs to: koko.iep on insta and koko_iep on Twitter

ID: Day 8- Stars/Wings: A traditional marker Illustration. Ophaniel, a fusion OC between Aziraphale and Crowley, is holding a star. This is before the split where Ophaniel is a star maker. Ophaniel has bright flowing red hair and multiple sets of green eyes that float all over the place. They have wings on the side of their face and another set that sets normally on their back. They are wearing a standard white robe. Ophaniel smiles down at the star, proud of their creation. The star they are holding is a shade of green, purple, and blue. Above them are different colored stars against a dark background.

Day 9- Tartan is stylish!: A traditional marker illustration. Fem! Aziraphale stands with her arms crossed as she shouts "Tartan is stylish!" She is wearing a baby blue ruffled shirt that has a blue and gold gem on the collar, a warm gray corset with ruffles at the end, and a tartan skirt. Her hair is curly and shoulder length.

Day 10- Before Earth: A traditional colored inked illustration of Aziraphale and Crowley before Earth was created. The page is split into 2 by a horizontal line across the middle of the page. On top is Crowley holding a star. Multiple eyes float around them along with other shining stars. On the flip side is Aziraphale with their arms behind their back and a serious look on their face. They are training their platoon. They say "Am I understood?" And the other angels say "Sir, yes, sir!"

Day 11- First Meeting: A traditional marker illustration of Aziraphale and Crowley during Eden times. Aziraphale is distressed and has his eyes closed and shouts "I gave it away!" Crowley is standing off to the side with wide, sparkling eyes and shouts, "You wot!?" at Aziraphale.

Day 12- Reversed Omens 1/2: A traditional inked drawing of one of my Reverse AUs it shows a 3/4ths angle bust of Ario and Zaraphim. Zaraphim facing the right and is wearing a simple turtleneck, overcoat and his cross necklace. He has hooped lobe earings and two helix earings. Zaraphim is wearing round sunglasses and has angel bite piercings. His face is covered in freckles and he is grinning. Ario is faced to the left and is wearing a simple collared shirt and overcoat. He has a worried expression on his face and round glasses. He has scars on his nose, his lip, and right side or his jaw. His hair is fluffy and dark. At the bottom of the page is a chibi version of them. Zaraphim has his right arm around Ario's shoulder and he is smiling. Ario has his arms held in front of him and is also smiling. Off to each side of them is a representation of them. Zaraphim's is angel eyes and wings with floating sparkles and Ario's is his animal form, an arctic fox.

Day 12- Reversed Omens 2/2: A traditional inked drawing of my second Reverse AU, The Blind Bear AU. It is set up like the previous one. Damien, demon Aziraphale, is positioned to the left with him looking to the right and Sariel, Angel Crowley, is positioned to the right and facing the left. Damien has shoulder length curly hair and a fluffy beard. Damien has freckles on his face and scars on the right side of his face under his eye; a small circle one and a spiky star like one. Damien is wearing a plaid collared shirt and overalls. Sariel has a big burn scar on the right side of his face, long hair tied in a half up style that's tied with a bow, and a colored shirt with a sweater over top of it. At the bottom of the page is a chibi version of them. They are facing away from each other. Damien is wearing an apron and is holding a bowl and whisk and Sariel is holding a plant and smiling bright. He had one foot out and looks like he's about to start walking. Behind them are representations of themselves. Damien's is a growling bear and Sariel's is the the angel version of himself with little floating swirls around him.

Day 13- Friends/Reunion: A traditional inked illustration of Adam and Dog. Adam is on his knees and happily petting an enthusiastic Dog.

Day 14- Flowers/Gift: A traditional inked illustration of Ario. He is very nervous as he holds flowers out to the camera. His face is a bright red as ge says "T-These are for you..." Little hearts float around him. /End ID]

[ohmrcrow]

Back into Tumblr Hell

Im once again back in Tumblr hell. Due to overhwhelming personal stuff i've delt with on twitter and overall weird shit since 2019 (the moment I left tumblr a while ago) I've decided to abandoned that site and move back here.

It's honestly kinda surreal being back here, I wasn't really expecting to come back after nearly four years (shout out to my friends who helped me especially Akira, and shoutout to strange-aeons and evilmario666 ig lul)

I have used tumblr when i was in middle/highschool but deleted my old account back in 2019.

I've heard things have settle down here, and all the weirdos basically moved to twiter. So minus well give this place another chance.

Anyways I should probably introduce myself; Hi my name is Crow, you can also call me Jett both I'm cool with. I'm a digital artists who's passionate about character desgins and lore, i've been doing art for +10 years. if you want to learn more about me head over to my carrd ohmrcrow.carrd.co

I also have other socials such as instagram, and youtube. all of those you can find on my carrd. for my discord, it's sorta for friends only.

I will make a proper pinned post later on, but for now i want to focus on posting all my ocs, and most of my artwork im very pround of as a good way to get my stuff out there. I'm super excited to show you my ocs and my artwork here!!

[emma-nation]

The Devil In I - Bela x OC (Resident Evil Village AU)

“Step inside, see the Devil in I”

Summary: Aleena Novak is a 19 years old orphan who desired more than living in a village in the middle of nowhere. A talented artist with a big future ahead, she gets the scholarship of her dreams in United States. But everything changes when her twin brother, Auryk, steals an important artifact from Castle Dimitrescu.

In this adventure, Aleena will find way more than she expected.

“You’ll realize I’m not your Devil anymore”

Pairing: Bela Dimitrescu x OC

Genre: Between T and M (Trigger warning for violence, blood, abuse and eventual smut)

Tag List: @nydeiri

Notes: This is my first RES fic, so I'm sorry if I mess it up a bit. English is also not my main language, so a mistake or two may happen. I hope you enjoy it :)

Trigger Warning: Language, abuse, blood and violence.

Eastern Europe - July, 2009

"If he could learn to love another and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed he fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?"

Mother closed the book, placing it on the bedside table between Auryk's bed and mine. Then, she lowered herself and kissed my forehead like she did every night. Her long, blonde hair tickled my face and left a trace of her sweet lavender fragrance in the air. I giggled.

"Good night, sweetheart," she spoke.

"Good night, momma."

"Cherish your last night as a six years old. Tomorrow you will become a..."

"Princess?!"

"A seven years old girl. The prettiest girl in the village."

"Pffft," Auryk let out a displeased grunt from his bed, covering his head with the pillow to avoid listening another word from the conversation.

"And you too," mother sat by his side on the bed and repeated her nightly ritual of kissing his forehead to wish him a good night too. "You'll become the most handsome and brave warrior in this village. Do you understand?"

"I hope so. Good night, mom."

"Good night, buddy."

Mother left the room, leaving us both in the dark. However, we couldn't sleep. Not because we were thrilled about our incoming birthday party as any regular child, but because we knew our lives were about to change. Seven years old was the age every child from our village was introduced to the truth and started being trained to fight the evil that haunted our lands. Auryk and I spent minutes, or maybe hours, in silence, staring at the ceiling.

"Leena?" He was the first one to speak. "Do you believe a spell can broken? I mean, like a curse?"

"I don't know, Ryk," I answered, feeling my thoughts starting to drift away. "Maybe we're doomed after all. Or... we could learn how to love the beasts."

The birthday parties always happened during the daytime, rules of the village. We could no longer be outside after 6 PM. Mother got help from the other women to prepare the treats and organize the decorations. Auryk was disguised as a pirate and I... I was Belle, from the Beauty and the Beast.

"So, what do you think you will be getting this year?" My best friend Elena asked while we were playing with our dolls. She was about two years older than us.

"I don't know," I shrugged. Being a merchant, my father always returned home with the most unusual gifts: a magical music box, a voodoo doll that had a life on its own or a fragrance that chased away the monsters - and everybody else too. "A new book. I'm hoping for a new book."

It was only by the end of the party Adrian Novak made his entrance. That was the mystery about him. Nobody knew when he would show up, or if he would show up at all. He still had that same annoying smirk on his face. The corner of his mouth holding a cigarette. The months away made his beard grow longer, as well as his dark hair. In the sunlight, the scar above his eye was even more visible.

"Auryk," he shouted, "come here, son. I've got something for ya."

My twin brother, who had been climbing trees with his friends stop frozen in spot for a second. I couldn't tell if he hated or feared that man. Maybe both. He slowly followed father's command, approaching him cautiously.

"Hi, dad."

"Happy birthday, son," father ruffled his dark straight hair with his strong and calloused hand. "It's about time you grow up."

He handed my brother a large package. From our experience, we knew exactly what it was, a shotgun.

"T-Thank you, dad."

"I'll be spending some time at home. Tomorrow we'll start practicing."

Auryk consented. He shot me a quick glance. From our twin bond I could tell my brother was far from happy. When he blew his candles that afternoon, he didn't wish for a weapon. We wished to be a normal child.

"What did you get, Leena?" He asked once we were locked in the safety of our bedroom.

"Pencils and a drawing book. Dad thinks I'm talented."

Not really. Adrian Novak would never allow his daughter to hold a shotgun. That was, according to him, 'a man thing'.

"Good, at least one of us got what they wanted. Happy birthday, sister."

"Happy birthday, brother."

4 Years Later - October, 2013

It wasn't easy to be the weakest of the twins. Although he was born first, Auryk was the tinniest. The one who was always getting sick or getting injured. The one who couldn't hit a single fucking target when he had the alcoholic breath of his father on his neck.

He aimed for a crow, sitting still on a fence. How hard could it be? Even the eldest man from the village could do any better than that.

BANG! He shot again. And missed.

"Again?!" Adrian angered, shoving him hard on the shoulder. "What the hell is your problem, kid?"

"I don't know, okay? This gun... it's heavy!"

"Heavy? And why do you think we've been exercising for all these years, huh?! We do not live in Disneyland, Auryk. We need to fight monsters, abominations. Someday I won't be home and you need to be prepared to protect our people. Do you understand?"

Tears started forming in the corners of the boy's blue eyes. He couldn't cry. Not in front of him. Crying was a sign of weakness and he couldn't be weak. Not right now. Auryk started to think about all the things he could be doing. He thought about the ocean, as he had seen on TV and books. He could feel the warmness of the sun on his skin. The sand between his toes. His mom and sister were also there, of course - they'd carry them with him everywhere. And he would study Math and Physics. There would be no guns, no monsters, no blood, only numbers, only formulas, only theories. He smiled. He no longer felt like crying.

"I'm sorry, dad," kindness was always the answer, his mother said. "But this isn't for me, you know? I don't like it. I... Remember that boarding school my teacher mentioned? I thought maybe I..."

His words were interrupted by a hard slap on his face. Auryk could taste a small amount of blood coming out from his lower lip.

"So that's what you want? To become one of those little fancy fags? Maybe you're not my son after all."

Adrian started walking away, leaving his son alone, sitting on the floor.

"I AM!" Auryk yelled, enraged. "I am your son."

"Then prove it."

"You shouldn't take so hard on him," Savannah poured her husband a cup of tea. "He's just a boy."

"He's eleven years old, for god's sake," the husband punched the table strong enough to make it shake. "He needs to man up a bit. You should stop spoiling him."

As I left my bedroom I found my brother sitting on the stairs. He didn't have to be so close to listen to the conversation between our parents, father's voice was loud enough to echo through every wall of our small and cozy home.

I sat down by his side, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

"Maybe you should do it, Leena. You'd do it better, I know."

"I'm not so sure. Remember when I tried to shoot a scarecrow and almost shot that old witch?"

"Come on, you aimed on purpose! I know."

Auryk finally let out a small laugh at the memory.

"You're good at everything, Leena," he spoke fondly. "You're an extrovert, you're everybody's friend, you can cook, you can draw and paint... you're a true artist. I'm a mistake."

"You're not a mistake, Ryk," I pulled my brother closer, resting my cheek against the side of his face. "We're only at the wrong place and you know it."

Going back to our bedroom, we pulled from the drawers the postcards our grandma Louise sent us from San Diego. Mom had been born in California and lived there her entire life, until she met father during one of his trips. God knows what made her fall in love with that man. Adventure? Danger? I expected better from myself when I turned eighteen. Otherwise, I'd never want to fall in love. Love could be my ruin, just like my mom's.

"Leena..." Auryk held the postcard tightly, "do you think... if he died... do you think mom would take us to nana's home?"

"I don't know, Ryk," I didn't want to think of my father's possible death. But I also dreamed of a better life. "Maybe."

"What the hell?" Father's voice in the kitchen made me jump in fear. I knew that tone. I grew up used to that. Something was wrong in the village. We had to hide.

"To the basement, now!" He emerged at the bedroom, holding a rifle. "Lycans were seen surrounding the area."

We barely had any time to react, mom came and dragged us both to the basement. Father left, carrying his arsenal of weapons as usual. There were other hunters in the village but we always knew how badly it could end. Somebody could always get seriously hurt. Or worse.

The basement had been carefully prepared for that kind of situation years before. It had a big bed, two armchairs, a heating source, some stored food and a shelf. Mom sighed and forced a smile.

"So," she walked to the shelf, "what is it going to be today?"

"Frankenstein," Auryk suggested. My brother loved mystery and horror. As if his life hadn't enough of it.

"Romeo and Juliet," I spoke. There was something about forbidden romance that always caught my interest.

"Okay. I... I'm gonna say a prayer and you two can read the books you picked by yourselves. What do you think?"

"Great!"

Mom kneeled down by the bed's side, holding a crucifix. I could join her if I wanted to, but I'd rather watch in silence. I grabbed my book, sitting on one of the armchairs and pretending to pay attention, while I tried to distract myself from the fact my father could be the Lycans' next prey. Or all of us, if they managed to break into our house.

"Leena?" I woke up hours later with my mom shaking me. "Leena?! Where's Auryk? Where's your brother, Leena?"

I had no idea. I had fallen asleep and apparently, so did mom. She checked for the basement's door, it had been locked from outside.

"No..." she tried to force it open. "No! I can't be..."

All Auryk had to do was to successfully kill and take a Lycan's carcass as a trophy to his father, right? That was what that old douchebag wanted him to do, to prove his courage, his manhood. We had his shotgun, a binoculars and a knife, that should be enough, but first, he needed a good plan.

Looking down to his hands, he had the most perfect idea. Without thinking twice, he sliced a cut through his palm, letting some blood pour on the ground. Then, he found a tall tree. He climbed it and observed. The smell of blood his trail left behind should be enough to attract a creature.

"Come on... come on..."

From a distance, Auryk could hear the sound of destruction and death. There was a battle going on somewhere nearby. Once again Lycans should have found a family or a group of hunters.

And then, he could hear it. The heavy footsteps, the screeching sounds, the sniffing. The mutant creature was only a few meters away from the tree. He aimed, but it was still too distant. He needed to move to a closer branch.

It all happened in one second. He was almost there, reaching for the spot he had picked, but his weight was too much for the tree's branch. In a blink of an eye, he was lying on the ground. His vision was blurred. His head hurt intensely, as well as his arm. It was broken for sure. He possibly had a concussion too. He tried to stand up and run but his legs wouldn't follow his commands. The Lycan was coming straight at him.

"AURYK!" His mother screamed behind him. "NO!"

Time seemed to freeze in that fraction of second. How did she manage to escape the basement? How could she have found him?

But without hesitation, Savannah threw herself on top of her son, protecting him from the jaws and claws of the monster. Auryk couldn't see much, but he could smell it. He could feel it. Blood. There was blood everywhere. He couldn't tell who it belonged to, he or his mom's.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

A fast sequence of shots suggested the hunters had found them. The creature stopped moving, stopped howling. It was finally dead.

"M-Mom... it's dead. We... We're safe."

She didn't answer. Instead, he heard another familiar voice.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!" It was from his father. "Savannah! Savannah!"

"D-Dad..." Auryk tried to speak, but the words got lost along the way. "I... I..."

Adrian lifted him by his jacket, holding him inches above the ground.

"YOU KILLED HER! YOU KILLED YOUR MOM, YOUR STUPID BASTARD!"

"I..." tears streamed down the boy's face, his injured brain trying to process what had just happened. "I'm sorry.'

After he was thrown back to the ground, he was hit with a hard kick on his stomach. He turned his head around to notice a small figure hiding behind a tree, watching the whole scene in pure horror.

"L-Leena..." he muttered.

"This is all your fault, Auryk. You're a disgrace to this family."

And then, he passed out. Rumors said he was unconscious for days or maybe weeks. When he woke up, he wished everything had been a nightmare.

Present Days - July, 2021

Nobody mourned Adrian Novak when he died. Not his children. Not his village mates. No human being would ever feel any sympathy for a man who abused and blamed his eleven years old son for his mother's death. It had been two years since Adrian left this world and I couldn't feel any more free.

"Hey," I left another message on my brother's voicemail, "in case you've forgotten it's our birthday today. I'd like to have my twin home, you know? Call me when you get this message."

It was useless, I knew. Auryk would only pick up his phone when he wanted to. Or when he was too drunk. God knew where that guy would be at that time, probably waking up at some girl's bed or getting some rest from... working.

After grabbing myself a cup of coffee, I checked the door's mat. Bills, bills, newspaper and... California Institute Of Arts? I remember having an argument with Auryk about this matter at some point. He wanted me to fill the application and send them my portfolio. I insisted we had no money, not even to pay for the tuition. I won - I always win every argument by the way.

"Your damn son of a..." I placed the envelope on the kitchen's table. I was a coward, I confess. However, I didn't know which pain was worse - to be sure I wasn't good enough or to be sure I was, indeed, but I'd never have money to leave that hellhole. Anyways, I decided to leave it alone. I had more important things to do.

My morning routine: to go to the middle of the woods and do some training. My father used to say fighting wasn't a girl thing, but I was no regular girl. And never in this life I'd allow someone to tell me what to do.

After running, climbing and doing a set of push-ups, it was time for combat training. Travelers from abroad taught me some different set of moves, I'd like to think I created my own fighting style. I was also very good with knifes, daggers or any kinds of short blades, they were useful during a close distance combat. My shooting was a work in progress, once or twice I'd miss the center of my handmade targets.

Then, like everyday, I'd go back home, shower and follow to my shift at the village's pub.

"Hiya, Leena," Gustav greeted me when I arrived. "I heard today is a special day... the day a little girl..."

"NO!" I stopped him. Gustav was my best friend. We had known each other since we were children and somehow, he liked to make my birthday a special - and embarrassing - event.

He placed a handmade fairytale-like book on the table. There were some edited pictures, mixed with some messed up drawings about my birth and childhood. He called it 'The Princess Who Carried The Light'.

"God, you're soooo stupid..." I rolled my eyes and moaned, before wrapping him into a very tight hug. "I love you, you know that?"

"I know. You'd probably marry me, if you weren't into girls."

We laughed together, as Olga, our boss emerged from the kitchen, bringing a cake with nineteen candles.

"Here's to another year," the older woman opened a wrinkled smile, "make a wish, my darling."

I fell pensive for a moment, besides having my twin brother back home, safe and sound, what else could I wish for? California, that scholarship, a new life... that's for sure.

"I wish for... a new life, a new adventure," I pronounced aloud while blowing the candles.

"Careful," a male voice spoke behind me, "words have power, little sister. You may get what you want."

"Ryk!"

I jumped straight to my brother's arms. I could swear that in only a few weeks he had gotten a little bit taller, and stronger too.

"I wouldn't miss my own birthday, right?" He smirked. "So, where's the cake? Please, chocolate... tell me it's chocolate."

"Your silly boy," Olga spread some icing on his nose. "Of course it's chocolate, as you love. And with cherries too."

Auryk responded with a satisfied smile. Olga and her husband, Kristoff, were those responsible for taking care of him after the Lycan attack, years ago. They sort of adopted him like one of their biological children.

"Oh!" The woman exclaimed taking a closer look at Ryk's forearm. He had gotten a tattoo. I hadn't been informed of those news either. Apparently, my brother had more secrets than I could even start to imagine. "This is... new. It seems like my kids are really growing up."

"And only now you noticed that, Olga?" Gustav joked.

Olga shook her head, grinning at herself and returned to the kitchen. The customers were starting to fill the pub. I stared at Ryk again, wondering what other secrets my brother could be keeping.

"So, what does that mean?" I pointed to his newly gotten tattoo, a strange and ancient symbol it seemed.

"Protection from the evil. This is what we need the most in our lives, especially in a place like this. What reminds me -" we turned around, taking a small box from the pocket of his jacket. "Your gift."

I took the black velvet box from his hands, it contained a golden necklace with a magenta gemstone as pendant. My blue eyes drowned themselves in the stone. It had a mysterious glow. Something hypnotizing. Something magical.

"Whoa..." was everything my mouth could pronounce. "And I bought you an Astronomy book."

Auryk stood up from his chair and went behind me, taking the necklace from my hands to wear it around my neck himself.

"This is supposed to protect you from any supernatural and inhumane beings. I won't lose you to them, Aleena. Not like I lost mom."

"Ryk, I... I can't even thank you enough."

"You don't have to. Just... stay alive."

First, I was overflowing with happiness. It either had to do with the fact my brother was home, alcohol, or both. Also, Olga should thank me. Most of the costumers of the day only stopped by the bar because of me. They absolutely loved me and knowing it was my birthday, they had to come and see me. A few of them even gave me some extra tips or a small gift, which was even greater.

"Okay, party girl..." Auryk helped me to get inside of the house as I tripped over the door mat. "Time to go to bed now. Don't you think?"

"Come on, Ryk! Have some spirit! You're home, Olga gave me the day off tomorrow, I earned some money..."

"You told Mrs. Hansen you secretly had a crush on her daughter during Middle School, you danced on top of a table, you're gonna get a hangover..."

"Party pooper!"

I threw myself at the couch. Auryk stood in front of me with arms crossed, looking like a father about to give his child a lecture.

"What?!" I yelled. "It's not like you've never been drunk before. Remember when you stole Adrian's..." I started to laugh, remembering the episode.

"When you were going to tell me about this, Leena?" He showed me the envelope. The Art Institute envelope. The one I had been struggling to open.

"Oh! I forgot. My bad, I didn't open it myself yet. I probably didn't get in anyways."

"You did."

I did?

"It's not like we have money to pay for my tuition. Also, how are we supposed to move to California, Ryk? I work at a pub and you..."

"I've gotten more than enough for that. You know that getting out of this place has always been the plan, since we were children. Leena, I've done some big jobs those last few months. I have the money to grant us a comfortable life in California."

"Smuggling, Ryk!" I raised my voice, saying aloud the information that was supposed to be a secret or not. "You've been stealing to grant us this life."

My brother stared at me in silence. I couldn't tell if he felt offended or embarrassed about my words.

"I'm getting out of here, whatever it takes," he ran a hand through his dark hair. "And you are coming with me. In two weeks, we move to United States for your enrollment."

"But..."

What I was trying to protest against? Leaving the village and starting a new life with my brother was everything I always dreamed.

"Look, I promise you," Auryk placed both of his firm hands on my shoulders, "once we settle down, no more smuggling."

"Okay," I sighed. "We leave in two weeks then."

There was a loud knock on the door. Being drunk as I was, I figured out I should have forgotten my purse at the pub. Or it could be a neighbor with some very stupid emergency.

Auryk opened the door and there was a strange looking man standing there. We wore sunglasses and a hat, behind his back he was carrying a giant hammer. According to the rumors and stories I heard from my parents, that was one of the Lords of The Four Houses, Karl Heisenberg.

"Auryk Novak?" He asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Come with me, kid. You've gotten yourself in big trouble."

[godofevrerything]

OC Masterlist

Not including MM OCs or their second generation ( @mysticsitcom ) or Arcana OCs ( @apprentice-flame ) or OM OCs ( @demon-kisser )

Not including Hell Rising OCs (novel undergoing a rewrite, on AO3 and here on Tumblr) Aaaand not including TMC OCs (my webtoon, The Middle Child)

Bakugo Kaida (she/her), human, BNHA, Bakugo’s twin, heat manipulation quirk

Yagami Mizuki (she/they), human, BNHA, villian and previous UA student, water quirk

Yagami ??? (She/her), human, BNHA, Mizuki’s little sister, demon quirk

Yashido Emiko (she/her), human, BNHA, third year student, intern at Endeavor’s agency, destruction and mass manipulation Speed and agility quirk

Ruby Hastings (she/her), vampire

Alex Caldwell (he/him), vampire, Ruby’s ex husband

Caius Caldwell (he/they), also vampire, Alex’s twin brother and Ruby’s best friend

Eli Jacobs (she/they), human, Ruby and Alex’s girlfriend

Zephyr (they/them), human, a street fighter, free lance hacker and maker of robots

Aurora (she/her), robot, made by Zephyr to take care of them, also sort of their girlfriend (?)

Edythe Angelo (she/her), human, the daughter of a mafia boss, aspiring hacker and one of Zephyrs best friends

Ember Angelo (she/they), human, Edythe’s twin sister, also the daughter of the mentioned mafia boss, manager at the street fighting business, Zephyrs other best friend

Serena Angelo (she/her), human, model, voice actress and the mother of the twins

Laurence Angelo (he/him), human, Serena’s husband, the twins father and the mentioned mafia boss

Kiyo (he/they), kitsune, aspiring actor, stripper, hairdresser, the father of twins

Violet Erie (she/her), half siren and half human, singer, actress, model, Kiyo’s girlfriend and the adopted mother of the twins

Nicholas (he/him), half kitsune and half human, small child, chaos maker, Kiyo’s son

Jasmine (she/her), half kitsune and half human, also small child, hair braider, aspiring peacemaker, Nico’s twin

Addison (she/they), previously human and now a ghost, Minnie and Nico’s aunt, spirit that looks over Kiyo and the twins

Sara Barrows (she/they), human, took a hammer to her husbands car after he left her at the alter and was put in an insane asylum

Althea Crowe (she/her), human, may or may not have killed her abusive husband, was sent to the insane asylum and met Sara

Adaeze (she/they), human, grew up on an alien planet and only recently came down to Earth

Leia (she/her), human, kindergarten teacher, eldest sibling of four kids, Adaeze’s girlfriend

Derek Cain (he/him), human, mafia member, father of Mia

Rose Cain (she/her), human, firefighter, Derek’s little sister

Avi Evans (they/them), human, deceased in some AUs, mafia member, Janelle’s spouse and simp

Seth Morehouse (he/him), deceased, previous mafia member, Derek’s once fiancé and father of Mia

Janelle Evans (she/they), human, fantasy author, Seth’s sister, Avi’s wife

Lucas Meyer (he/they), human, restaurant owner, free lance singer, Rose’s boyfriend

Mia Cain (she/they), human, Derek and Seth’s daughter

Ace (he/they), human, illusionist, street performer, son of [REDACTED], Vienna’s twin

Vienna (she/her), human, acrobat, dancer, fire eater, street performer, daughter of [REDACTED], Ace’s twin sister

Zodiacs, (a story made by me and @fairylightsandthings)

Ava (she/they), Ox Zodiac spirit, local mom of the Zodiacs, ex college student and kidnapped by God

Tora (she/her), Tiger Zodiac spirit, a fighter, slight tsundere with supernatural strength and speed whos not so secretly soft, poly lesbian, Jin’s gf

Jin (she/her), Dragon Zodiac spirit, selective mute, can and will kill again if necessary, does her best but is emotionally constipated, Tora’s gf

Allistor (he/him), Sheep Zodiac spirit, soft boy, heavily manipulated, tries to keep his twin in check but often fails, one of God’s favorites

Emily (she/they), Dog Zodiac Spirit, does not know the meaning of sleep, bossy but doesn’t mean to be, also heavily manipulated, God’s spokesperson and Allistor’s twin sister

Raine (she/they), current reincarnation of the Goddess of Death, apathetic and cold, morally grey, occasionally shields the Zodiacs, has a demon

Noir (they/he/she), mentioned demon above, was summoned by Raine and now under a strict contract with her till she dies, doesnt mind at all, simp but also feeds off of human souls and still can and will kill

Feel free to ask about any of em ^^

[blazenfire223]

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Ineffable Inktober Days 8-14:

Day 8: Stars/Wings (Ophaniel, Fusion AU, before the split)

Day 9: Tartan is Stylish

Day 10: Before Earth (Aziraphale training his squad and Crowley as creating the stars)

Day 12: Reversed Omens (I have 2 Reverse AUs! Ario, (Demon Az) and Zaraphim (Angel Crow) and Damien (Demon Az) and Sariel (Angel Crow) are their names.)

Day 13: Friends/Reunion

Day 14: Flowers/Gift (POV You're Zaraphim)

Prompt list belongs to: koko.iep on insta and koko_iep on Twitter

ID: Day 8- Stars/Wings: A traditional marker Illustration. Ophaniel, a fusion OC between Aziraphale and Crowley, is holding a star. This is before the split where Ophaniel is a star maker. Ophaniel has bright flowing red hair and multiple sets of green eyes that float all over the place. They have wings on the side of their face and another set that sets normally on their back. They are wearing a standard white robe. Ophaniel smiles down at the star, proud of their creation. The star they are holding is a shade of green, purple, and blue. Above them are different colored stars against a dark background.

Day 9- Tartan is stylish!: A traditional marker illustration. Fem! Aziraphale stands with her arms crossed as she shouts "Tartan is stylish!" She is wearing a baby blue ruffled shirt that has a blue and gold gem on the collar, a warm gray corset with ruffles at the end, and a tartan skirt. Her hair is curly and shoulder length.

Day 10- Before Earth: A traditional colored inked illustration of Aziraphale and Crowley before Earth was created. The page is split into 2 by a horizontal line across the middle of the page. On top is Crowley holding a star. Multiple eyes float around them along with other shining stars. On the flip side is Aziraphale with their arms behind their back and a serious look on their face. They are training their platoon. They say "Am I understood?" And the other angels say "Sir, yes, sir!"

Day 11- First Meeting: A traditional marker illustration of Aziraphale and Crowley during Eden times. Aziraphale is distressed and has his eyes closed and shouts "I gave it away!" Crowley is standing off to the side with wide, sparkling eyes and shouts, "You wot!?" at Aziraphale.

Day 12- Reversed Omens 1/2: A traditional inked drawing of one of my Reverse AUs it shows a 3/4ths angle bust of Ario and Zaraphim. Zaraphim facing the right and is wearing a simple turtleneck, overcoat and his cross necklace. He has hooped lobe earings and two helix earings. Zaraphim is wearing round sunglasses and has angel bite piercings. His face is covered in freckles and he is grinning. Ario is faced to the left and is wearing a simple collared shirt and overcoat. He has a worried expression on his face and round glasses. He has scars on his nose, his lip, and right side or his jaw. His hair is fluffy and dark. At the bottom of the page is a chibi version of them. Zaraphim has his right arm around Ario's shoulder and he is smiling. Ario has his arms held in front of him and is also smiling. Off to each side of them is a representation of them. Zaraphim's is angel eyes and wings with floating sparkles and Ario's is his animal form, an arctic fox.

Day 12- Reversed Omens 2/2: A traditional inked drawing of my second Reverse AU, The Blind Bear AU. It is set up like the previous one. Damien, demon Aziraphale, is positioned to the left with him looking to the right and Sariel, Angel Crowley, is positioned to the right and facing the left. Damien has shoulder length curly hair and a fluffy beard. Damien has freckles on his face and scars on the right side of his face under his eye; a small circle one and a spiky star like one. Damien is wearing a plaid collared shirt and overalls. Sariel has a big burn scar on the right side of his face, long hair tied in a half up style that's tied with a bow, and a colored shirt with a sweater over top of it. At the bottom of the page is a chibi version of them. They are facing away from each other. Damien is wearing an apron and is holding a bowl and whisk and Sariel is holding a plant and smiling bright. He had one foot out and looks like he's about to start walking. Behind them are representations of themselves. Damien's is a growling bear and Sariel's is the the angel version of himself with little floating swirls around him.

Day 13- Friends/Reunion: A traditional inked illustration of Adam and Dog. Adam is on his knees and happily petting an enthusiastic Dog.

Day 14- Flowers/Gift: A traditional inked illustration of Ario. He is very nervous as he holds flowers out to the camera. His face is a bright red as ge says "T-These are for you..." Little hearts float around him. /End ID]