#nadia darling

[rottengurlz]

toxic yuri vampires you will always be famous to me

[digital-darling-arcana]

I suppose I should post about this?

To keep things simple I am writing a story based on the wonderland charms (credited to Catherine Dang to being the original artist) and making my own sprites for it!

To keep a long story short I will be posting a chapter based series on AO3 once I finish blocking it out.

If I post it on Dorian is up to me by the end.

My ask box is open if you have any questions!

Once all the designs are posted you are welcome to draw them! All I ask is credit and you link back the art as id love to see them!

Wips for the Cheshire Cat, white Rabbit and Mad Hatter

[maya-tl]

First Arcana fanart, and of course it's Nadia. I'm so proud of her.

[wh0refornikolailantsov]

Prompt: “Love isn't about being afraid that it will all be snatched away. Love's about finding the one person who makes your heart complete, who makes you a better person than you ever dreamed you could be. It's about looking in the eyes of your wife and knowing, all the way to your bones, that she's simply the best person you've ever known.”

Song: Ho Hey - The Lumineers

For Tolya x Reader please!!

The Bells - Tolya Yul Bataar

Content Warning: Teeth-Rotting Fluffy Sweetness I Guess. Not Proof/Beta Read.

My brain kept doing the Hamilton quote but replacing the words, "to the bride, to the bride, to the... other bride, to the other bride, to the revolution." If I have to think it imma share it, I will not apologise.

Tamar hands you another drink, and you take it, who are you to say no, it is her wedding after all. She grins as you take it, wide and playful. "You going to make a speech?" you ask.

"Like she would miss the opportunity," Nadia teases, kissing the top of her wife's hand.

"It's my wedding day," Tamar defends, peppering her wife in quick kisses.

"Our wedding day," Nadia reminds her. You watch the two of them, and you aren't sure you've ever seen anyone so happy.

"Tolya is up first though," Tamar says, taking a swig of her drink.

"You're letting Tolya do a speech?" you ask, unable to hide your confused enthusiasm.

"I made him promise no poetry," Tamar explains, "well, I made him promise to try and limit the poetry."

"What's he going to say?" Nadia asks.

"Something," Tamar shrugs, "I told him talk what he knows to be true, not what he has read to be true. I think he listened to me."

"What makes you say that?" You ask. But Tamar just nods across the table, and you see Tolya getting ready to make a speech.

The way he looks so filled with joy for his sister and her happiness makes your heart swell, but you can also sense that strange feeling you don't see in him very often; nervousness.

Tolya can recant epic poetry for hours, and not be discouraged by how many times Zoya rolls her eyes, or Tamar tells him to stop. But those are words of poets, of legend, and there's something in Tolya that is scared to hold his own work so close to the light. "My words aren't exactly those of poets," Tolya had said once. You had shrugged.

"I'm sure with all that you read you could write those poems times over," you told him. He had not agreed with you, you knew that, but your words had weight and they meant something to him. You knew that even then.

"Go on then big romantic," Zoya says, staring at her drink as Tolya stands, "let's see what words of wisdom, what ideas of love you pulled from those pages of yours."

"That poetry would work on you, if I was so inclined," Tolya reminds her, "you said so yourself."

Zoya pulls away from his words, looking a little bitter and it only encourages Tolya.

"Sister," Tolya looks at Tamar, who has pulled Nadia onto her lap and wrapped her arms tightly around her. "I have never seen you so happy."

"I have never been so happy," Tamar agrees. Nadia presses her face close to Tamar's, gleaming at her, watching her like she might be the only thing in the world, and to Nadia she might be. Especially in this moment.

"Between the war and darkness, some might have doubted we would ever get here," Tolya says, "but not my sister. For all her charms and her sharp tongue, for all those who call me a romantic, my sister is what I am twice over. I have never seen someone love so deeply and so without restraint as my sister."

You listen to him as he talks, and you occasionally let your eyes scan over the others, nodding along to Tolya's statements of Nadia and her devotion, Tamar and their love. You're watching him so closely that you barely even notice him watching you right back. How once he is done talking about them directly, his eyes move to you as he talks in what some might argue is even poetry.

“Love isn't about being afraid that it will all be snatched away. Love's about finding the one person who makes your heart complete, who makes you a better person than you ever dreamed you could be. It's about looking in the eyes of your wife and knowing, all the way to your bones, that she's simply the best person you've ever known.”

Tolya lifts his drink and so do the others, and you finally see him, truly see him looking back at you, and you feel scared to look away.

"He didn't take his eyes off you," Genya whispers from behind you.

"You're exaggerating," you argue, but you know it's half-hearted.

"Not even the smallest amount," Genya says. "And do you want to know why?"

You roll your eyes but against your better judgment, you bite. "Go on, tell m why," you say, trying to act uninterested, but Genya isn't buying it, you're still watching Tolya.

"Because I asked him about you," Genya says with a smile, "and he said you are the best person he's ever known."

[theharrowing]

im about to embarass myself since i accidently sent my ask to yoongiofmine about how seven reminds me of chapter 18 of collateral I AM SO SORRY TO BOTH OF YOU. THE PROFILE PICTURE GOT ME CONFUSED

OMG HEHEHEEHE i'm sure it happens!!!!! 💜💜💜 i feel like ella has a pretty good sense of humor. 🥰 and she reads collateral, too.

OMG THO YES LOLOL JUNGKOOKIE THE SIMP we love to see it!!!!

[dbguidebook]

*Note: This Post Contains Affiliate Links.

A non- Kardashian Enthusiast's but Nadia Lee Cohen Obsessive, 'SKIMS' Ad Appreciation. #Socieythings

[i-luvsang]

Hi Ria!!! Can I request Yunho and the comedy prompt “you’re an idiot.” (it stands for ‘i love you’). ILY!!!! 🩷❤️💕💖

hELLO YES TY FOR SENDING THIS IN !! here it is <33 i'll circle back around to your 2nd req after i finish the ones i have from other folks !! excited for that one too hehe <33

[artsynerdwithasword-takecover]

4 years of art improvement! (2020-2024)

I make a lot of D&D characters (most of them just for fun) but they are not all created equally and I do have my favorites. These three are my most beloved fictional children, and I've drawn and worked on them for many years. Had a good art day today and drew the trio, and figured I'd put them side by side with the very first drawings I've made of them.

[artspaume]

LES CARESSES QUI NOUS UNISSENT : FLORENCIA SOSA REY / Fonderie Darling (CA)

4 JUILLET 2024 17H À 22H / Soirée performance PLACE PUBLIQUE Pour la deuxième soirée Place Publique, le cycle de performance Les caresses qui nous unissent, la Fonderie Darling invite le public à découvrir une représentation de Florencia Sosa Rey. À travers la mémoire et la sensibilité corporelle, l’artiste invite au voyage intime et à la confrontation avec le bagage socio-culturel porté par…

[thefearfulheart]

Overdue Intro Post

Been meaning to do this for awhile in all honesty.

I'm going to be posting more oc content (content in general will be somewhat inappropriate) and most of them have heavy themes that include: abuse, cannibalism, sexual content, mild mutilation, manipulation, unhealthy power dynamic's and quite a few other theme's that I will tag appropriately when the need arises.

Would prefer minor's to not follow me given that the content I will post will be inappropriate.

Mostly will be posting about anything that interests me but a majority of it will be Malevolent, The Magnus Protocol and Vampire the Masquerade since I'm obsessed with those.

Ask me anything about my oc's if you want and I'll answer if you want. I'm easy lol

[takofukkatsumi]

Tumblr suddenly acquired taste

(Suspecting the ineffables to be next week's 1st)

[digital-darling-arcana]

This Barbie.....

I love Muriel so much- I'm sorry I did this to you-

SO! I made these when I was figuring out how I'd draw the Arcana character in my style (I was modifying the original sprites while learning)

but it all started with a Kenough joke with Muriel.

He's truly has Kenough

if interested I do have them available as stickers and pins on my Redbubble! ^^

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

The Arcana HCs: When M6 are forced to attack MC

-- to set the scene --

It was a nightmare.

Thick clouds of miasma hung over the city as you and your lover confronted the sorcerer in the fields outside its walls. Between a series of traps and some well-placed taunts, you had successfully cornered them, which meant that while victory was in sight your opponent was down to their last desperate measure.

The measure in question, it seemed, was for the most horrifying three minutes of your life as you watched your lover struggle against a vicious spell before suddenly turning on you. Their usual loving gaze was replaced with a cold glare and they didn't hesitate to lunge at you with the intent to kill. You ended up choosing to take the hits and focus your energy on dealing the last blow to the evil sorcerer instead, not wanting to waste time hurting the one you love.

As the dust settles, you're too relieved to see cognizance return to your darling's face to notice their horrified expression, or to feel your own blood soaking the ground below you.

Julian

Too busy focused on trying to keep you conscious and heal you to do anything else at first. He's already crying, tears leaking from under his eyepatch as he gives you frantic first aid

Can barely bring himself to look at you once you're safely tucked in at Mazelinka's and being tended to by visitor after visitor. You will need to remind him day after day that it's not his fault

And, yes, convince him not to leave you because of it

Still won't be able to find any peace with it until you tell him you've forgiven him, and even then struggles to believe he's worthy of it

Tends obsessively to your wounds, in a weird combination of torturing himself by constantly checking them and redeeming himself by being the one to help his uncontrolled actions heal

Is able to hold it against himself less the less he sees you suffering. Once you're fully recovered and back on your feet, it feels more like a distant nightmare

Has a new interest in learning magic, if only enough so he can protect himself against behind hijacked like that in the future

Asra

Completely numb and on autopilot. You're hurt. They're going to do whatever it takes to fix that. Just hold on, it'll be okay - it'll be okay

Refuses to leave your side or sleep for very long at a time while you're recovering. It's like his world has narrowed to your survival

Unusually quiet. As in, barely speaks unless you speak to them first, and yet hyper-observant to the point that they're bringing you what you need before you even realize that you need it

Neglects everything beyond his own basic self-maintenance in the process. It's easier to forget himself and save his own pain and guilt to be processed until after he knows you're safe

Itching to heal over any scars left over and terrified of suggesting it and seeming like they just want to brush the whole thing aside

Has to be pushed to talk about it and won't open up until after you're completely back to normal, at which point he breaks down and spends an afternoon hiccuping "I'm sorry"s into your chest

Regresses to a lot of their previous boundaries until you can tell them that you still feel safe with them physically and emotionally

Nadia

She has no doubts about you being a strong person. While she's horrified at what her body was used to do to you and the injuries you sustained, she's most upset at her losing control so easily

She feels guilty for you getting hurt, because she's convinced that she should have been able to withstand the sorcerer's spell

Surely, if she loved you as truly as you deserve to be loved, she would've been able to break free or stop it from working

Carries you back to the Palace herself and sees to it that you have everything you could possibly need, before effectively avoiding you for the next few days. She's convinced your relationship is over

Either because you're leaving her for not being able to protect you, or because you've lost your respect for her as a partner

It's also tapping into her own trauma of being trapped inside her body for a three year coma, which doesn't help the frustration

Genuinely unsure what to do with your forgiveness, understanding, and continued love and admiration for her

She doesn't know what she did to deserve you but she loves you

Muriel

The first count he holds against himself is that he hurt you. The second count is that he was so horrified and traumatized by what just happened that he froze while you were still bleeding out

Thankfully there were other people present to help you out, and you didn't have to find out what could've gone wrong

Refuses to touch you for days. If anybody else had caused the damage he sees on your body, he'd be wishing hell on them. Except not only was it his hands that did it -

He was controlled that easily. He's spent years reclaiming control and ownership of his body after being made a spectacle of in the Coliseum, and in a flash it was all taken away from him again

And it was used to hurt you. None of his nightmares adds up to the combination of violated, afraid, and horrified that he just felt

Relegates himself to being your bodyguard and keeping you provided for, but terrified that you're not safe around him until you're able to convince him otherwise

It's still a reoccurring nightmare for years to come

Portia

So angry at you for not fighting back

Already crying and scolding you while she's putting pressure on your wounds to stop the bleeding and helping you get back home

Did you think she couldn't take it? Did you think she wanted you to get hurt at her hands? Why didn't you fight her back if it would have spared you so much pain?

Why didn't you help her enforce what you knew were her own wishes, and at the cost of your safety and well-being too?

Simultaneously dedicating every fibre in her body to taking care of you. If you so much as breathe a little differently she's checking you over and bringing you whatever you need

Eventually able to find her own healing by being able to accept your love and by beating the absolute crap out of the sorcerer in question until she gets an "I was wrong" out of them

Determined to learn defense and protection magic to makes sure neither of you is left that vulnerable, ever again

Still cries when she sees the leftover scars, sometimes

Lucio

Pale from the shock of what's just happened and trying not to panic as he gives you all the first aid he's picked up through years of battlefield injuries and experience

Frantically muttering "don't leave, don't leave" through clenched teeth and pouring tears while he tries to get the bleeding to stop

Rushes you to the nearest doctor and won't leave your side

Convinced that you're not going to be able to love him after this

He knows he's done things worse than this in the past. He knows that you know that, but the thing that's made a better life possible has been his commitment to not being that person any more

And now he was that person. Event though it wasn't his choice and technically not his fault, he still did it. To you. You experienced it

Also worried that you won't understand that it wasn't his fault this time and wondering if maybe it was his fault, somehow

Able to accept your love and forgiveness pretty easily, but has a much harder time believing that he didn't lose all the progress he's made so far in making good use of his fresh start on life

[stinkrascal]

TRANSCRIPT

Yakov: Hurry, thrall, before my cup runs dry. Thrall: Yes, master.

Yakov: And didn't I tell you to bring some bottles for the table? Thrall: Of course, sir.

Nadia: A thrall who doesn't listen? [ chuckles ] Reminds me of someone.

Helena: Y'all are too harsh on 'em. Nadia: You are too lenient, darling.

Helena: You keep on breaking their bodies, pretty soon you won't have anyone left. Yakov: No matter. If its body breaks, I'll find a new body.

Yakov: Stop skulking. Come here. Breanna: ... Yakov: I'm speaking to you, girl. Breanna: Huh? Who? Me?

Yakov: I've never seen you before. Breanna: I'm... new. Yakov: Who are you? Breanna: Uh, Breanna. And you are? Yakov: I'm the one asking questions. Breanna: Well that's rude.

Helena: Don't be nasty. At least she got the memo to wear white. [ giggling ] His name is Yakov, and I'm Helena. We belong to headmaster Nadia's coven. Breanna, is it?

Yakov: Do not speak to the fledgling like we are equals. Nadia: Calm yourself. I know this one.

Nadia: You're Vladislaus's new spawn. I can tell. Breanna: You know Vlad? Nadia: [ giggles ] I must admit, you're exactly as I imagined you'd be. Breanna: What's that supposed to mean? Nadia: Oh, nothing.

Yakov: Ah, I see. So you are the pet's pet. Truthfully, I don't care who you are.

Yakov: You aren't welcome here. Leave, now—

Yakov: Ah... but you are such a cute little thing, aren't you?

Breanna: Huh? Yakov: Hurry, thrall. Bring the girl a bottle.

Yakov: Pretty girls deserve to drink only the finest wine. Isn't that right? Breanna: Shit, I won't argue with that. So what are we celebrating anyways?

Yakov: Go on, tell her your good news. Helena: ...I'm leading a hunt soon— Yakov: Soon, she will be the one who leads the hunt! Is it not delightful?

Breanna: Hell yeah man, that's delightful as fuck. Yakov: Please, you must join us. Nadia: An astute idea, Yakov. I agree. I'm eager to see how you fare.

Nadia: Perhaps you can teach Helena a thing or two.

Vladislaus: You are drunk if you believe I would allow such a thing.

Vladislaus: She has no business leaving the Hollow. Breanna: But I wanna go with them.

Vladislaus: It seems my mentor has corrupted your poor mind already. How unfortunate.

Nadia: You are so surly, my darling. Won't you join us for a drink? Vladislaus: No, we should leave. There is still much training to do. Nadia: You will attend the gala, won't you?

Vladislaus: If I must. Nadia: Good. You have no choice. Why don't you bring your little spawnling with you? Vladislaus: ...That is a great idea, headmaster.

Breanna: You know, you could ask first. Vladislaus: Come, Breanna. Let us be on our way. Breanna: [ sighs ] You really don't listen, huh?

Breanna: Bye y'all, I had a lot of fun!

Breanna: Thanks for the free wine! 💖

Yakov: [ groaning ] Ugh—that little bitch was in my head! Helena: Should we go after her?

Nadia: No. Leave her. I question if she even realizes what she's done.

[cloudshuffle]

an arrow, a spark. yan!childe

index / next / beta reader @malewifeharem

When they assign you to a new division in the Fatui, you think nothing much of it. People were always being moved around in the organisation, people disappeared under mysterious circumstances, new recruits were popping up out of nowhere.

What was strange, however, was whose division you were assigned to. Fatui Harbinger Tartaglia, all the way in Liyue, no less - or Ajax, as you knew him better.

“I'll be sorry to see you go,” Signora says from behind you.

You jump, nearly dropping the stack of papers in your hands. She stands in the doorway, imposing as always, yet the air she gives off implies she's left off a “darling” at the end of her sentence.

Madame Signora's always been fond of you for reasons you've never known, though that often meant being stuck in dull, dull meetings and organising her paperwork for her.

You salute her, then laugh nervously. In the midst of your packing, your office looks like a hurricane hit it, stacks of books and papers scattered everywhere. Not the best look to put forward to your boss.

“So, Liyue.” She takes a step, placing her right inside the threshold of your office. Behind her, her new bodyguard slash secretary shifts his weight from foot to foot. “Quite a ways from home, yes?”

“It is.” The land of the Geo Archon, Morax, but most importantly his creation of mora. A warm place by far, considering Snezhnaya's standards, but its trade sector was coldly competitive.

“How do you feel about it?”

How did you feel? The question catches you by surprise, much like her appearance in your office. Never before had you been asked your personal opinion on anything before, least of all by a harbinger.

It’s just work.

“It’s a great opportunity to expand my horizons and learn about another culture, ma’am.”

She chuckles elegantly. “A textbook answer. Good. It’d be useful if you kept those same wits around Tartaglia.”

You blink, a cloud of dust distracting you briefly from what she’d just said. “...Tartaglia, ma’am?”

“Oh, yes.” Her red lips curve into a wry smile. “He requested for you specifically. He’s been pestering me, in fact, to let him have you.”

You remain silent, unsure of how to respond.

“But look at me, holding you up. I do hope you have fun while in Liyue - it can be quite the interesting place, after all.”

────────────

You don’t quite know what all the fuss about Tartaglia is about till lunch, when you venture into the mess hall with Nadia.

She doesn't even wait for the two of you to sit down before broaching the topic. “Did you know the eleventh is back is Snezhnaya?”

“He is?” You stab at your potatoes with your fork, eyeing her cheekily. “And I don't suppose you're in the market for a partner at the same time, are you?”

“Oh, not a harbinger.” She laughs. “That’s way too high profile for me.”

You eye the raised platform at the front of the hall where a long table’s been set. It’s more for show than anything else, seeing as how the harbingers have never once found themselves privy to dining with you common soldiers. There are twelve high-backed, intricately carved mahogany chairs, and one in the middle, larger than the rest, gilded with gold and complete with red velvet cushions. The Tsaritsa’s. Yet another reminder of who you all served.

Nadia's chatter washes over you like a soothing wave. You're grateful to have a friend when you go abroad, if only for distractions like this if nothing else.

She wants to marry and settle down already - a noble sentiment for a young Snezhnayan lady. You think any man would be lucky to have her.

For yourself, you're not so sure.

“Ooh!” She nudges you. “Don't look, but Vlad's over there. Isn't he cute?”

Against her wishes, you turn your head. He looks like any regular Snezhnayan man to you, blonde and with an angular face that could’ve been carved from the frozen earth itself. “Well, I guess. He looks kind.”

“And he's coming to Liyue too!” Nadia stage whispers.

“Exciting.” You raise an eyebrow.

You excuse yourself from your meal after a while, leaving the mess hall alone. Nadia's conversation was entertaining but exhausting, provided one could keep up with her endless stream of news and gossip from various sources.

But it's from this river of information that you sift out a tiny gold nugget: that Harbinger Tartaglia would be in the archery fields if he weren't busy preparing for his return to Liyue with his new crew.

Perhaps it's curiosity, or pure boredom that drives you outside into the cold.

The walk is familiar, ice crunching under your boots. It was admittedly difficult to walk on snow and ice - if you were anything but Snezhnayan, born and raised.

Your fingertips tingle with the phantom itch to hold a bow. It'd been a while…

You follow the path, rounding the building to a frozen field. A number of wooden targets and straw dummies are lined up, some in varying states of disrepair. A small hangover, an incline, really, provides minimal coverage against the wind like a very tiny rock against a great river.

As expected, there’s no one there. You feel a small sense of relief at having missed that chance encounter.

The new recruits train elsewhere. It’s a place only for those who want to exercise the muscles you rarely get to use, being cooped up in front of a desk all day.

You take up position at the edge of the field, summoning your bow and fixing three arrows to it.

They arc in a graceful, shining line, each landing perfectly in the middle of its respective target board.

You affix another arrow to the shelf, taking a deep breath. The world narrows to the point of your arrow and the fletching on the arrow you landed.

Dimly, you’re aware of the shuffling of feet behind you, quickly hushed. Probably just another of your fellow soldiers who wanted to get out of the noise of the mess hall. You pay them no mind.

You release the arrow, reload, release, reload. Three arrows land in rapid succession, splitting each of the previous arrows neatly down the shaft.

You exhale, and your senses return to you. The cold embraces you again, and you shake the tension out of your shoulders, putting your bow away. You can almost feel its sigh, already impatient for the next occasion it could perform.

Slow clapping. “An impressive show, soldier.”

You spin on your heel.

Tartaglia stands at the top of the incline, flanked by two bodyguards. As if he needed them within the walls of the Fatui stronghold, the youngest of all the harbingers, who single-handedly dug his fingers into the fabric of Liyue to get the Tsaritsa a foothold.

It’s been quite a while since you last saw him, you realise. He looks a little sharper, a little leaner, his gaze perhaps a little more complex, as if he were thinking of the future while simultaneously discerning all your secrets. The hydro vision on his belt winks at you in the cold light.

Standing on the incline, he looks like a conqueror, surveying his land. It's a good look for a harbinger to have.

“My lord.” You salute him smartly, tamping down your embarrassment at noticing them late. “My apologies for taking up your time.”

“Oh, no need for all that, padruga.” He comes down the slope, the bodyguards following a respectful distance behind. “It's always a delight to watch you in action.”

What had Madame Signora said? “He requested for you specifically”?

Ajax- no, Tartaglia, is a good head taller than you, maybe more. As he approaches, you have to incline your head to meet the unfamiliar gleam in his blue eyes. Whatever could he want from you?

“You've been well, I trust?” He summons his bow, and you take the cue to move a step backward, leaving him room to shoot.

“Well enough, may the Tsaritsa continue to watch over me.”

To your surprise, he snorts a laugh, loosing his arrow. It strikes deep into the wood, igniting a spark as it scrapes against yours. “A devotary? Some things certainly have changed around here.”

One of the bodyguards shifts his feet. You glance back at him, then at Tartaglia. “Is a harbinger not also subservient to her majesty?”

He chuckles. “Of course he is. I’m just… surprised.” Another arrow, another target. “You never struck me as the type to believe.”

You remain silent as the last arrow hits its mark. All just to the right of your own arrows, pressed so close they seem on the verge of falling off.

“Excellent marksmanship, my lord.” The impersonal compliment comes easily to your lips. You clasp your hands behind your back.

A gentle breeze begins to blow (the kind that might have killed a man in lesser clothing), unsettling his already unruly ginger hair. The bodyguards adjust their stances, as if roused by the cold wind.

“Certainly.” He grins, a self-assured smile, unhidden by a mask. You’re grateful for yours in that regard - no need to hide your emotions or expressions too well when all Fatui are shrouded in uniform secrecy. “Nothing but the best to serve her majesty.”

Somewhere deep within the halls, a bell begins to toll.

You snap to a salute. “Thank you for your time, my lord,” you say, as if he hadn’t been the one to seek you out for conversation first. “I must be taking my leave now.”

padruga: friend (female) according to google

— word count: 1598. thank you for reading!

[dbguidebook]

Darling Bonnie's Art House: Nadia Lee Cohen's 'Hello, My Name Is' (Jeffery Deitch Gallery) (2022) #Societythings