#solaris oc

[pineconepie]

Masterlist!

Series 1:

Octavian (Vampire Dad):

First Meeting

Getting Turned (Part 2 to First Meeting)

Octavian getting clothes tailored

Catching Octavian while he's feeding

Vincent (Mafia Dad):

First Meeting

Adjusting (Part 2 to First Meeting)

Meeting Cryo's other members

Getting kidnapped by Scarlet Syndicate for ransom

Reader gets poisoned at an event with Vincent

Part 2 to Reader getting poisoned

Wholesome winter shenanigans with Reader and Vincent

Indigo (Merman Dad):

First Meeting

Magnus (Dragon Dad):

First Meeting

Seradiel (Guardian Angel Dad):

Adjusting(?)

Reader is afraid of thunderstorms

Meeting Kezareth (demon dad) for the first time, and Sera disapproves

Warren (Doctor Dad):

Getting Kidnapped Adopted

Series 2:

Blair (Ghost Mom):

First Meeting

Solaris (Wizard Mama/Papa):

First Meeting

Cullen & August (Reunited Dads):

Reuniting with you

Leaving the house without permission

You refuse to eat

King Castor (Moth King Dad):

Learning the truth

Ellis (English Professor Dad):

Getting to know him better

Reader goes to a party without his permission

Reader gets a nightmare

Hugo (Barista Dad):

Getting amnesia

Backstory before getting amnesia

Series 3:

Dante (Serial Killer Dad):

First meeting

Anevra (Drider Mom):

First meeting + escape attempt

Cecil (Radio Host Dad):

First meeting + kidapping(?)

Reader and Cecil's fears of needles/doctors

Lux (Cult Leader Dad):

First meeting + kidnapping

Winter, Spring, Summer, & Autumn (Immortal God Dads):

Introduction, immortality

[kchanzx]

Arasil is the youngest brother of Helios & Sirius aka. Solaris.

Solaris is Aularia's mate & the former Alpha of all Astrohydras in my universe aka the Lunar AU which I'm working on. A little bit of the story: Arasil became blind on his left eye in a fight against a rival known as Glaive. He & his two older brothers Helios (the oldest) & Sirius (the second oldest) barely survived, but unfortunately lost their alpha status at the end of the fight.

DO NOT Steal my art & mark me as the artist if you draw my oc's.

[diamo-chan]

Round number 2

A huge thank you to those who kindly offered 3 more ideas via Instagram

1. @dreamtydraw 's tall sweet knightly Ravil, a lord from their Solaris universe, I love him so much, Lissy is doing my job of simping platonically

2. @sephtisamber 's ghostly OC Dearil (for Last Legacy +others). He is still a little new to being corporeal again so whenever he runs into walls doors shelves, he luckily has two lovely boyfriends to care for him.

3. @jhuste suggested to draw someone from touchstarved ... and I gotta confess: I am obsessed with them, have been from the very start... don't be fooled by my lack if fandom interaction. This is the calm before the storm of trying to be normal. These two could slice me up and I'd thank them

[grineerios]

Meet Crux (pronounced CREW-s or CREW-ks), my Solaris OC! (and his Kubrow-)

Crux is the primary spokesperson for a remote ice-mining detail of Solaris in Neptune Proxima. He leads, five, maybe six other Solaris, and often acts as a mediator between them and the ten-ish Corpus that oversee the operation.

Crux has quite a few augments- the most notable of which replaces his right arm and shoulder. A modified Shockwave MOA leg, imbued with experimental Arson Eximus technology- bought off a black market, of course- makes punching or crushing ice trivial, an ability that's saved the lives of both Solaris and Corpus on occasion. He lost his left leg (below the knee) as a down payment on his augments. Additionally, he has a few minor strength augments on his right leg to make heavy lifting easier.

Not much is known about his past, since he doesn't like to talk about it- but there have been rumors passed around about him being a failed archaeologist, or treasure-hunter.

On one of the rare occasions that Crux left Neptune Proxima to trade on Earth, he met Master Tesonai, who sold him a Kubrow puppy, who very quickly became the unofficial mascot of his group of Solaris, much to the chagrin of the Corpus. Crux named her Auron, after the golden metal in the region. She's around a year old at the moment- still very much a puppy. :>

Crux is fascinated by Orokin artifacts, and will hoard or steal any that he finds, regardless of the consequences most of the time.

Not that he faces many- the Corpus he's stationed with tend to live in fear of him, even though they hold more authority than him. Given that under Crux's leadership, work is done efficiently, and that their spokesperson has a fucking eximus arm, the Corpus are forced into a position where they have to put up with Solaris bullshit, occasionally- lest Crux make them into Dagath imitations. (that is to say, punch a hole clean through their heads.) This does bring peace between the groups, but it's an incredibly tense truce. On very rare occasions, though, the Corpus and Solaris do get along quite well.

Crux is aware of Solaris United, but isn't involved due to the remote nature of A) being in a Proxima region and B) the closest planet being Neptune. He may also have minor disagreements about the way SU handles things, but that's neither here nor there.

He has a pretty simple design. Six lights on a rectangular panel make up his "face", and he tends to dress plainly, with a very worn hat that he feels incredibly self-conscious without, and bandana. He has a repeating dovetail tattoo that (on his organic arm, his left-) goes from his shoulder to the back of his hand. Occasionally, he gives his bandana to Auron to wear. or chew on, let's be honest. He also has a single glove, with a two-bar design on its back.

His MOA arm has replaced up to, and including his shoulder blade, and has Orokin-esque proportions, with a significantly longer "forearm". His "hand" has three "fingers", and can be superheated at will.

He was initially meant as a warframe universe persona for myself, but things very quickly spiraled out of hand when I started coming up with lore for him. He's really his own thing, now.

Bonus: His name is derived from the word "Crucible", keeping with his running theme of gold.

[emthimofnight]

Prince Isol practice!! I always gotta do a bunch of doodles of a character once I design them. 😛 Ended up making it a palette practice, too!

[moonlitfalls]

reno and lenora wish you a very happy valentine’s day! 💞

[rainynightmoonlight]

Brimstone Heartbeats || Yan Fire Dragon x GN Reader

Characters: Solaris

Summary: A fire dragon that wants to court you.

Warnings: Yandere themes, possessiveness, violence, kidnapping

a/n: DRAGONS DRAGONS DRAGONS!! Y'al are human in this but send me asks if you want alternative creature reader

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Yan Fire Dragon who rules over the fire realm within the dragon territory. He doesn't get along with most dragons, his only ally being the wind dragons and their ruler. The Lava dragons' ruler would have been an ally if it weren't for his 'I'm better than thou' attitude. God did that piss off Solaris to no end.

Yan Fire Dragon who finds a creature wandering through his territory. He finds out from his guards that it was a mortal. Didn't the humans have enough land to themselves? Man he was already irritated with the mass amounts of council meetings and invitations from the other dragon rulers. Now he has to deal with a stray human?

Yan Fire Dragon who watches you from afar. You seemed innocent enough. All you were doing was wandering around the rocks and admiring the shiny small crystals of the terrain. You never took anything, just admiring. This was new for a mortal. Were you not sent by one of the kings?

Yan Fire Dragon who comes out from the brambles of burnt bushes when you get closer to his home. He's tall. Intimidating. But that didn't bother you it seems. You just marveled at his wings and tail. The horns were the most fascinating to you. He saw the urge to touch them in your eyes.

Yan Fire Dragon who keeps you around only to interrogate you. He just doesn't trust your answers. Every day it's the same questions. 'Are you working for the mortal kings?' 'What is your purpose within the dragon realm?' 'Did someone hire you to come and assassinate me?' With the same answers which were all no.

Yan Fire Dragon who comes to find out that you were on an epic travelling adventure. So you were a traveler? When he lets his guard down and let's go of the notion that you were out to hurt him and his realm he shows a bit of intrigue.

Yan Fire Dragon who finds himself staying next to you while you explain your travels and your reason for going to the other realms. You had a few notebooks and he loves reading them. He'll add his own notes to the section about his home, and he loves the way your handwriting mixes with his. And listening to you talk was enchanting.

Yan Fire Dragon who watches as his subjects watch you and him walk side by side while you explore and interview the other fire dragons. Many wonder how their ruler could find such company in a mortal. As you go around and ask about the lifestyle in the fire dragon realm, Solaris finds it adorable. Your curiosity is an oddity.

Yan Fire Dragon who hopes that the stigma with all dragons end with your travels and notebooks. For some reason though he can't take the thought of you going around interviewing the other dragons let alone the other rulers of the different realms. But that's silly. You could bring so much hope to the other species that are outcasted by the humans.

Yan Fire Dragon who finds himself becoming more angry when other fire dragons come up to you. You've become a realm icon amongst the other dragons, and no doubt the other dragon realms have heard of you. That also makes him so angry and huffs fire through his nose.

Yan Fire Dragon who lies awake at night, unable to sleep with his mind plagued with thoughts of you. Thoughts of keeping you here in his home. Locking you away for only him to see. You being mortal is a problem, but he'll find a way to make you immortal. For you to be his spouse and live beside him. He's interrupted by these thoughts when you come into his room and sleep beside him. Turns out you couldn't sleep alone.

Yan Fire Dragon who starts to court you after two months of staying within his care. You were only supposed to stay a month, but he couldn't have you leave. Not when he has so much to show you! And he couldn't have that damn lava dragon get his claws on you. Nope! No way! You're staying here, safe in the flames where he can court you.

Yan Fire Dragon who finds himself doing more domestic things with you. It's the perfect chance to show you how strong and capable he is. The servants are in awe when they watch the two of you cook together. He loves enjoying human meals with you, you're sharing your culture with him and he loves it. In turn, he tries to get you to try some of his meals. He doesn't understand that humans can't eat very charred meat.

Yan Fire Dragon who showcases his strength further by carrying you around everywhere and picking you up when you need to reach something. Sometimes he'll just walk around the towns with you on his shoulders. He doesn't complain when he gets the stares from his people. He's making sure every dragon knows that you're not to be touched unless they want to be burned.

Yan Fire Dragon who also courts you by giving gifts that show his appreciation within his culture. This is often the crystallized fire of his flame or a pendent that has been passed down through his family for years. He curses himself at your obliviousness when you just give him a thanks in return. Can't you see he wants your hand in marriage?

Yan Fire Dragon who becomes all pouty when you don't realize what he's been doing. Does all your interactions mean nothing to you? Then you bring in fairy tail books from the human realm that you had found in his library and start reading them to him. Now he understands. Your courting rituals are different from that of a dragon's. Why didn't he think of that before?

Yan Fire Dragon who you watch transform into the prince charmings and masculine characters from the stories you had read to him the last week. It was funny watching a huge dragon man try to impress you like you were a damsel in distress. You weren't which made it even more hilarious.

Yan Fire Dragon who loves transforming into his dragon form and being pampered by you. You scratching his scales and calling him a good dragon as him on his back and his large tail thumping on the ground. Big puppy vibes. He also loves having you on his back while he flies through the sky.

Yan Fire Dragon who snarls and burns your newly made maps when finds out that you had planned on leaving. When you ask him what happened to your maps that had burned holes in between the parchments, he simply said you must have left them next to the fire place. There is no fireplace.

Yan Fire Dragon who just grabs you by the waist and drags you back to his room. Big strong dragon cuddles to reassure his heart that you aren't leaving. That didn't stop you though. You had to depart a week later much to his disappointment.

Yan Fire Dragon who watches you leave with puppy like sadness. You promised to visit, and you were going to the wind dragon realm, the safest realm with the dragons he could think of! While you're there, he and the wind dragon ruler exchange letters of your health and such. Though he can smell the feelings the wind dragon has for you from the words. Soon the letters stop coming to Solaris.

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Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

[catboymoments]

tgis made me giggle so hard just thinking about it BYE

[unknownlemonglitch]

~ECLIPSED HEART AU SOLARIS "SOLAR"~

Here is the second design, Solaris also known as "Solar". He is a coffee fanatic, bisexual, he needs a lot of sleep since he has many children to take care of. Staff/mechanic DCA type. Most likely works at parts and services. He is quite reserved and has trust issues, but once he gets comfortable he won't stop yapping. Initially had a crush on Nexus, then he crushed over Moon, time later he fell for Ruin. He is very protective over his children, loves every single one of them and makes sure to give them the world, he is a girl dad [Plus Jack'o Moon] so he tries to do his best [He is still learning.] He loves to watch movies with his husband and their kids, enjoys classic music, he is also a very good babysitter, he LOVES plants, he is addicted.

[lanabenikosdoormat]

i hate this guy i want to put him in the microwave

[jnephrite]

that one time morgan became a superwoman for a week and called herself solaris. later on, kon takes that mantle post delphi

[pineconepie]

parental yandere wizard becoming attached to (unwilling/unknowing) apprentice reader and deciding to keep them as their little baby <3

I hope this is good!!

TW: Kidnapping, parental yandere, descriptions of blood/violence, infantilization

...

You've always liked exploring the forest, it was different to most forests, almost straight out of a storybook. The trees were twisted with age, the flowers vibrantly bright and always in bloom no matter the time of year.

The air felt alive here. Magical. It felt more like home than your actual home.

Of course, there were some dangerous creatures that lurked the forest's depths, but you'd never ventured far enough to come across one before.

It seems that your biggest fear should've always been your own kind; humans. You always thought your demise would come from a hungry wolf or poisonous plants, but in reality?

It was a hunter's trap that crunched down on your ankle while you were daydreaming. A bear trap, the metal jaws clamping shut, crushing your bones and drawing blood.

The scream that rips itself out of your throat is loud enough to scare birds out of the surrounding trees.

Pain shoots up your leg, hot and cold at once, making it throb with each frantic heartbeat. You grip the jaws of the trap, your fingers scrabbling against the rusted iron until they're raw, trying to pry them open.

You realize with horror no one will find you out here.

Well, that's what you think, when suddenly the sound of quick footsteps and leaves crunching underfoot reach your ears. The steps slow, stop, and then...

"Oh my goodness!" a voice exclaims with dismay. Despite the panicked tone, their voice sounds soft and gentle.

You lift your head and are met with a pair of worried green eyes, wide behind thin spectacles. Their frame isn't too much taller than your own, and they have messy hair and freckles.

Even though their appearance is somewhat youthful, you can tell they're somewhere in their early forties.

"It's alright," they say, crouching next to you. "It'll all be alright, okay, sweetheart?"

Their voice is still soft, almost like someone talking to a frightened child. And, in this situation, you probably look like a frightened child, curled in on yourself and whimpering from the pain shooting up your ankle.

The stranger touches the metal gently and mutters something beneath their breath; the trap pops open so quickly that you squeak. The relief on your ankle is immediate, until you try to move it and another pained sob tumbles out of you.

You glance up at your savior who has removed their cloak, bunching it up in their hands.

"Just hold still, dearest. I know it hurts," they murmur softly, reaching forward to wrap it around your foot with great care, supporting your ankle the best they can. They give you a wobbly smile. "I'm going to take you home, okay? So I can help fix you right up."

Without their cloak, you notice they're covered in faded scars and marks.

Before you can open your mouth to ask, however, you're suddenly lifted into their arms with great strength, as if you weighed nothing more than a small toddler.

It startles you enough that you cling onto the front of their blouse.

"Careful, careful," they coo, giving you another quick smile before setting off, keeping your body pressed against theirs. You bury your face in the fabric of their shirt without thinking, sniffling quietly, still trying to ignore the pain radiating up your leg. "I'm so lucky to have found you... it's like my prayers have been answered! Maybe I am blessed, after all..."

They sound weirdly happy about this all, but you're in too much pain to really care.

And so you relax against your savior and allow yourself to drift off into a restless slumber.

...

When you wake up, you find yourself lying comfortably on a soft bed with warm blankets wrapped around you.

Your ankle isn't throbbing anymore; instead, you feel nothing more than a slight ache, now. You shift around until you're propped up on your elbows and can see your bandaged ankle resting atop a pillow.

You notice you've been changed into pastel pajamas which feel soft and clean against your skin.

Footsteps reach your ears, and you lift your head to watch as a stranger steps through the doorway, wearing that familiar kind smile you remember.

It was the same one they wore while they were scooping you up in their arms...

They hold two steaming mugs, each a dark red color. You recognize them as the person who saved you from that hunter's trap, so you allow yourself to relax back against the pillows again.

When you had first caught sight of them, you weren't sure whether or not they'd planned to bring you harm, but they seemed too sweet to mean any.

"I made you some hot chocolate," they say, walking towards the bed and setting the mug down beside you. They sit down in a chair situated next to the bedside with their own hot chocolate, blowing gently on the steam. "No one ever ventures out here. Were you lost?"

"N-No," you say, hating the way your voice quivers slightly. You clear your throat and reach for your own cup. "I live in the village closest to the forest. I... I was exploring when I stumbled across a bear trap. I wasn't looking where I was going."

Their gaze becomes sharper, but not to you specifically. "Ah. Those damn hunters." Then, they frown. "Sorry for my language."

You huff a laugh. "'Damn'? I've said far worse, I'd hardly call that a curse word." At the look they send you, you quickly say, "Maybe I look younger than I actually am. I'm not a kid."

Their smile returns. "Oh, love. If that's what you want to tell yourself."

You frown at their cryptic statement, staring at them suspiciously over the rim of your cup. You take a tentative sip, the drink sweet and creamy on your tongue, much better than the ones from the market.

"Well, whatever. I still appreciate your help. I would've bled to death out there without you. I had no idea there was anyone living out here." You blink slowly at them and continue, "So, um... what's your name?"

They grin. "Solaris, and I'm glad I could be of assistance. After all, I couldn't just leave you out there, crying like that. Positively shattered my heart!" They sigh dramatically, clutching at their chest. "Now, you have to heal. I already applied medicine to your ankle. All you need now is rest, sunshine."

You bite the inside of your cheek. "Sorry, but... how long will it take to heal? I have somewhere to be, so..."

Solaris glances over at you with an arched brow. Their lips are pressed in a thin line, though it doesn't seem as if they're mad or upset. "Well..." They pause to contemplate on something. "I'll be honest with you. I've been lonely. For so long I've craved not only an apprentice of my own, but my own baby, as well. Just before you showed up, I was pleading to whatever Gods above to grant me this wish. And then..." Solaris smiles. "There you were! Like an angel fallen from the sky. Like my very own angel."

You're quiet for a moment, blinking owlishly at them. "...And that means what, exactly?"

"It means... I'll keep you."

You let out a weak chuckle. "Yeah, okay, funny joke..."

"Oh, I'm not joking," they interrupt, turning to meet your stare. They don't hold that usual soft smile anymore. Instead, their expression has hardened, their lips now pursed in a thin line.

You swallow thickly at the sudden change, gripping your cup tighter than before. "But I can't stay. I have family and friends that will be worried about me."

"They have each other, don't they? Meanwhile I have no one..." Once again, they sigh dramatically. This time it makes you flinch. "All I have is my research and magic, and that gets painfully lonely."

"M-Magic?" you repeat, startled.

"Yes. An experienced one, in fact. Very skilled with potions and spells. Why do you think your wounds healed so quickly?" Their mouth twitches into a faint smirk. "Now I suppose you understand why trying to run would be useless. Besides, Mama just wants their precious baby safe and healthy..."

Your nose scrunches. Mama...?

"Um... sorry, but... no, thanks." You stumble out of bed, and are shocked to feel only a mild ache in your leg, the wound no longer bleeding, the skin cleanly stitched together. You limp towards the door as quickly as you can, but Solaris snaps their fingers and the pain is back, but five times worse than before. You fall against the floor with a cry.

"Now why did you make me do that?" Solaris shakes their head.

"No!" you snap. "You're insane. You aren't my mom!"

"Well, I wouldn't be opposed to a more masculine term—"

"How does 'asshole' sound?" you suggest dryly, using the nearby dresser to haul yourself onto your feet. The wood feels smooth against your clammy palms.

They hum lowly. "I'd like an apology, please. You're being a brat, and you haven't even spent a full day here yet." You only glare, which gets another long sigh out of them. "Fine. I suppose we'll do this the hard way."

The pain increases tenfold, and you nearly collapse again with a choked sob. Suddenly, the weight on your legs feels unbearable; even the task of breathing seems painful, each breath sending another sharp ache down your spine. A whimper escapes you.

You hate the tears stinging at your eyes, but the hurt is so bad that it takes every ounce of concentration not to curl up and scream.

"Apologize, sweetheart," Solaris coaxes softly. "No reason to act like such a stubborn brat. I don't like doing this to you, you're forcing my hand."

A tremble racks through your body as you sink down to your knees. "I'm sorry," you gasp, unable to bear it any longer. "Please, I'm sorry—stop!"

Finally, it ceases. The throbbing dulls to a light pressure once again.

With it, the tension drains from your muscles, and you slump backwards against the dresser.

You hug your knees to your chest and shiver when Solaris reaches forward to pull you onto their lap, smoothing down the locks of hair sticking to your sweaty forehead.

"See?" they whisper, pressing their lips against your temple. "If you'd only listened to mama like a good child... but I forgive you, my love. I always will. Now let's get you back in bed—it looks like you're going to sleep next to Mama tonight."

They lift you into their arms and tuck you beneath the covers, planting another kiss on top of your forehead. It seems they won't be leaving; the bed dips underneath their weight while they snuggle up beside you, humming a quiet tune underneath their breath.

You freeze momentarily before relaxing, letting them draw patterns along your arm, up and down and up again, the motions soothing enough that you soon find yourself slipping into slumber.

"There we go," Solaris says. "That's much better, hm? Goodnight, baby."

...

The next morning greets you with the smell of something good. Your stomach rumbles quietly from underneath the blankets.

You yawn, sitting up straighter in bed, wincing slightly at the stiffness in your leg. Although your wounds had closed, your leg was still wrapped in bandages to help ease the soreness away. You swing your legs off of the mattress and lower them down onto the cool wooden flooring below.

As soon as you're able to stand steadily, you walk out of your bedroom and wander until you stumble across the kitchen; you see Solaris bustling around the room, grabbing silverware and plates for your breakfast.

They turn and beam, seeing you standing awkwardly by the entrance.

"Good morning, sunshine!" Solaris says cheerfully. "Did Mama's little star sleep well?"

Star? That's a new one...

You merely hum instead, moving to sit in the nearest chair available. In front of you is a plate of pancakes already.

You glance back up to look at Solaris, who's watching you carefully. Only when they give you a smile and gesture for you to start eating do you grab your fork and dig in, only because you're starving. You take large gulps of water too.

"Slow down, slow down, sweetie! You'll get sick!" Solaris admonishes. Their brows furrow. "My goodness, when was the last time you had a proper meal?"

You ignore the question, continuing to scarf down your food and avoiding their eyes.

You can see them staring you down out of your peripherals.

It isn't long until you finish up your plate and you scoot out of the chair, ready to make a break for your room—until you're caught by a firm hand grasping the collar of your shirt.

The back of your throat makes an embarrassing noise, which draws a warm chuckle from Solaris's end. Your ears grow hot. Stupid.

"Ah, ah, ah! Don't be naughty," they chide, wagging a finger in front of your face. "Mama's gotta re-bandage your injury."

You scowl at them but follow nonetheless. Better to remain obedient for now.

They lead you through a narrow hall and open a pair of wide, heavy oak doors. Inside lies a study filled to the brim with books, all different sizes and colors, organized neatly on tall bookshelves lining the wall.

A round mahogany table sits at the center of the room, littered with strange gadgets and bubbling potions.

"This is where I study," Solaris explains. They motion over to a couch. "Why don't you lie down right here for Mama, sweetie? It won't take very long. Promise."

Once again, you oblige, albeit reluctantly. You plop down on the soft cushions and place both of your legs across them.

Solaris bends down to inspect the stitches before gingerly peeling the old wrappings off, tossing the bandages away into the trash bin. You peer down to examine the wounds yourself.

They're clean-cut and sewn together carefully. Almost professionally, you note.

"Will they leave scars?" you ask.

Solaris blinks. "Most likely. I've got magic, but that doesn't mean it's unlimited." They seem almost apologetic as they gently press around the irritated skin. "The wounds should stay sealed up so long as you don't irritate them."

After adding some more ointment, they wrap your ankle up anew. Next they check on your hands, brushing feather-light touches against the raw skin.

"I can get rid of these scrapes with a spell. Will that be okay, sweet pea?"

"It's fine, I guess," you say, pulling a face. "Won't hurt, will it?"

"Not at all. Just a small tickle, is all." Before you can add anything else, Solaris waves a hand over your palms, muttering a chant beneath their breath—and within seconds, your hands begin to tingle.

The sensation lasts barely half a minute and fades as quick as it appeared. You wiggle your fingers and gawk at how smooth and free of blemishes your skin has become.

"How did you become a wizard?" you ask them curiously.

"Hm..." They scratch their chin, clearly thinking their answer over. "Well, I grew up studying the craft ever since I was a tiny thing. My father practiced dark magic and my mother was a white witch. After their passing, I wanted to learn everything I could about what they studied and became obsessed with spells and research... But that was many, many years ago."

"Years ago?" you echo. "How old are you? You look fairly young."

Solaris lets out a laugh, patting the top of your head in fondness. "Flatterer! You sure know how to win people's hearts." They wipe imaginary sweat off their brow before answering, "Magic has slowed my aging down quite a bit. I'm actually around a hundred."

"Oh," is all you manage to utter, unable to conjure up another response. A part of you isn't entirely surprised by the fact, seeing how far advanced their abilities are.

Before either of you can speak again, Solaris cups both of your cheeks. "And you can age slower too. With me, here! Isn't that wonderful? I could even make you younger than what you are now, if you'd like. Not that it'd matter either way, since you're my baby, regardless."

You suppress the shiver trying to run down your spine. "The only thing I'd ever want from you is to take me home."

Your reply makes them frown deeply. "Now why would I want to do that? This is your new home, right here with me. And when you adjust, we can decorate your room however you want!"

"I don't want a new room," you protest. "I don't want a new home. And I especially don't want a new parent."

"You may not think so now," they reply. "But you'll warm up to it soon enough. I have faith in you, buttercup. You'll see."

The words send dread shooting down your spine.

...

After breakfast, Solaris gives you the grand tour.

"There isn't much to see, really," they admit sheepishly, rubbing the back of their neck. "My study is full of chemicals, so you can't be allowed in there alone. Even when you do agree to be my apprentice."

You look out the nearby window, and realize how high up you are in the stone tower.

Below you, the village you used to live in is visible beyond the forest; it looks like miniature buildings now, the villagers themselves nothing more than ants milling about.

"This used to be a watch tower. Hundreds of years old, mind you. I renovated it myself with a little magic and a lot of elbow grease. You should've seen the place beforehand—it was practically dilapidated!" Their cheerful chatter trails off after that, allowing you to gaze out the window once more. Then they say, in a gentler tone, "Is your old home somewhere down there? That must've been a long walk to get so deep into the woods."

"Mhm," you murmur, tracing circles against the dusty glass with your fingertips.

"Well, I think that's just about everything." Solaris pauses. "We can discuss an apprenticeship later. For now, why don't you read a book from the library downstairs? Any one you wish." When you frown, they lean forward to plant a kiss on top of your forehead. "Or maybe you'd prefer being rocked and read to in Mama's arms?"

"No," you grit out between clenched teeth. You huff and cross your arms over your chest petulantly.

They smile. "I figured. Go on, then."

You move to exit the room.

...

Hours pass, and you're painfully bored.

There wasn't anything interesting in the library, and you're too anxious about touching anything in the study. Your only form of entertainment at the moment are the birds tweeting outside, along with the clouds floating by lazily overhead.

It would almost be peaceful if you weren't stuck here against your will. If you could only escape—then, you wouldn't have to deal with Solaris's coddling any longer.

Thinking about it, your face scrunches up.

You had been on the receiving end of plenty of hugs today, as well as kisses and a good portion of baby talk.

Each encounter left a sour taste lingering on the back of your tongue.

You can't take this any longer. You rip off both of the long curtains to the side of the window, and tie them together tightly, braiding them into a rope-like length of fabric.

Thankfully, Solaris is preoccupied somewhere else, giving you plenty of time to set things up.

Your knot-tying skills are less than subpar, but you make do. Once secured, you throw the makeshift rope outside and tug on it a few times for safety purposes.

With an audible gulp, you slowly shimmy down, squeezing your eyes shut to avoid looking down below. Thankfully, the ground reaches you before anything bad can happen. When your feet touch the grass, relief floods your veins in one dizzying rush.

Freedom is finally in sight. There's no sign of Solaris anywhere.

You're about to sprint away from the watch tower as fast as possible, when suddenly an invisible force renders you completely immobile.

"Sneaky, sneaky," comes a familiar voice behind you.

When you don't respond, Solaris clicks their tongue. They snap their fingers once, removing the invisible chains around your body.

They pick you up and rest you against their hip while ascending up the stairs. "Oh dear. Now look what we've done—you ripped poor Mama's favorite curtains..."

You wriggle desperately in their grasp. "Let me go!"

"Why?" they say, sounding genuinely confused. "I made you those cute clothes. I fed you. Why run away? Do you enjoy breaking my heart?" There's a brief pause while they push open a door to a bedroom and place you inside. "Maybe a night alone in here will make you reconsider your choices."

Before you can argue or defend yourself, Solaris closes the door, and you hear the tell-tale jiggling of keys and turning of locks on the other side.

You pull at the knob and pound your fists on the wood repeatedly, until your hands sting and throb with a dull pain.

Then, the exhaustion settles deep in your bones and you fall asleep on the bed.

[insanelyadd]

It's the anniversary (3rd year) of King's Tide! So I decided I would do a painting based off that background painting that shows the Archivists, since they are ultimately to blame for the Collector being imprisoned. I've drawn my version of the Archivists in outfits similar to these before, but I've retconned Crescent and Penumbra's a bit (they love being a pain in the ass and getting ugly outfits that I hate looking at after a month). I'll put refs under the cut.

The painting from the show I referenced

The picture I used as reference for how tall they all are in relation to each other at this point plus Satellite and Solari's outfits, and the style of Penumbra's, though-

I retconned the colors. Yeah this is one of those dress up dolls I mentioned the other day. I've decided I will post the blank ones when I've finished making their default outfit references with them.

Crescent also got a totally new outfit. This doesn't mean she didn't trick Solari into making her a pair of Titan fur boots, it just means this is what she wore before ever meeting the Titans.

[malwaresilly]

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GOD you both a re GORGEOUS stop TASTOP STOAJGKS JKEG SEG YOU GUSYS !!!!! TAKE AWAY MY . THOUGHTS . .< << <MAKE IT SO HARD!!!! TO THINK . .. > <<< .. .I hghg M mgm . I jus t. Think About you . btoh .So MUCh.

I Want You Both. HHH KGHSDLMKGJ SGMM MHM m h .

both are grinning

"well then, my little jester~ if you really wish for me to do that you just have to ask!~ I'm more than willing to oblige~"

"we're more than happy to oblige to your wishes if you ask nicely ~"

[grineerios]

It was like pulling teeth with my ADHD today, but I'm super proud of this sketch for Tennotober Day 12- especially given my frustration with the quality of my past two drawings.

Y'all have made a massive mistake reminding me that I have a Solaris OC lol, you'll never see the end of him now.

Left to right, Lanthan (they/them, subject to change), Crux (he/him), Auron (she/her), and Febe (she/her)

[emthimofnight]

Mephiles' reborn into his newest incarnation, Prince Isol. He is trying to pose as royalty in an attempt to slip under the radar and reclaim Iblis, his other half, to return to his true glory as the sun god Solaris. He's a wolf, since Apollo/Helios (god of the sun) in Greek/Roman mythology is associated with wolves, roosters, horses, and cattle. :P Isol has little memory of the events of 06, nor his identity as Mephiles.