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GTRO 2.0 Introduction: Darien
Was it a dream though?
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a classic scene
#street#fighter#oc#mieledie#ueda#SSKOCs#cenric#leighton#original#character#grappler#sentai#hero#mime#gentleman#villain
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hey rb this and tell me about a blorbo from your friend's brain pls, if you don't have spoons for rambling then just tag them
#friend blorbos are best blorbos#lyra#cerridwyn#marius#addy#little lyra#taliesin#kaanan#cenric#friend blorbos my beloveds#i do so love the up and coming fae queen vibes yk?#also angsty redeemed bad guy#and trauma cimmanon roll#smollest angy bean
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Your prince's crown
Cracks and falls down
Your castle hollow and cold
You've wandered so far
From the person you are
Let go, brother, let go
#oya cenric#wayfarer#wayfarer if#things i drew#it seems i can't post anything without slapping some lyrics under it#lmao
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school has been keeping me very busy so have some old wayfarer crack comics i posted to the discord but never to tumblr 🤩
#wayfarer#wayfarer game#rhys aviv#aeran kellis#tyche eriounes#rindan cenric#brissa varyn#allegra arantir#sorta leaning towards a phaedra romance for tyche but idk yet....#my art#also pulling the weird little daorigins thing where tyche and rhys know each other from before the fall#but either dies at the spire because whoever im playing is the one who will be away during the attack#this comic is very out of canon lol its so they can be in the same place being jackasses tgt#anyways i rly need to draw tyche i love her very much#also unseen here are their two friends!! (who will also.... die at the spire....)#they are a human and aeda who are unnamed for now......#but they also make dilf jokes about cenric when rhys is in earshot to make him cringe#it makes them laugh <3 i love playing with wayfarers like barbie dolls
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Another revenge for @rickety-goose 💕 with Otti 🌸
#artfight#artfight 2023#other's oc#ottilie cenric#wayfarer#wayfarer mc#I'm obsessed by this pink lady 💕
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Aniel "Ani" Cenric
It's here, @wayfarer-exchange reveal day \0/
My gift for @antsychamber !!! I ran with the bar brawl idea and had so much fun drawing grumpy Ani >:) Enjoy!! <3 <3 <3
#lil aeran cameo as a treat <3#we love a tired and pissed off ball of sunshine#pls don't break my nose ani jsdhfdhf#wayfarer#wayfarer exchange#wayfarer mc#aniel cenric#aeran kellis
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I chose the streetkid mc and in the beginning after the fight with the monster and Cenric said "you did good kid, no matter what, you did good" and im here holding back imaginary tears like Thats the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me! My poor baby had been living roughly before he came and found them.
Cenric may be grizzled and grumpy on the outside, but there is a very kind soul hidden beneath the façade.
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Pasha redesign!
I really wanted to update her design before the big patch and have been sitting on my ideas for how to update her for a while, so~ I finally did it! A new and improved wayfarer!
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happy companions + eli :)
#Wayfarer Fanart#Wayfarer MC#Wayfarer IF#Elian Cenric#saph draws#fanart#i'm uhh not gonna tag each one of them sorry dhfbhjsdb#theres just too many to tag rn#maybe when i properly line and color them i will :')#anyway!! have some happy companions <3
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in the sun and in the snow
Fandom: Wayfarer
Ship: Oya Cenric/Aeran Kellis
Characters: Oya Cenric (@sunshinemage), Cassander Inteus, Aeran Kellis (mentioned)
Rating: Teen
Words: 1187
Spoilers: None!
Rory did a little piece of their Oya and my Cass for OCkiss24, and I felt inspired, so I wrote a little thing. Hope you don't mind I borrowed Oya, Rory! It's a little gift for you, after all. Because Oya deserves love, joy and happiness with the dumbass elf they fell for. Happy Valentine's Day :)
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dividers by @saradika
It’s a summer’s day in the Spire. It’s not Covera, with its warm days where the only thing one can do is sit by the beach, but it’s not freezing cold either, so the wayfarers are in the courtyard, training, conversing with one another. Laughter echoes in the distance. Artanis feels more at home than Covera, in a lot of ways.
In all honesty, a part of Oya doubted they’d ever have it in their lifetime. Much to their surprise, they were proven wrong.
The only thing lacking in this bustling, jovial mood of life outside the norms of the world is the fact that Aeran isn’t here. Oya misses him terribly; months pass without them seeing each other, but it does little to lessen the ache in her chest whenever she sits in her room, alone, and thinks about what it would be like if he sat there with her. It’s a soft reverie - akin to a refreshing sip of water on a hot day, or a cup of mulled wine in winter - and also one that’s expanded recently.
Aeran’s not simply sitting with them anymore. He’s kissing them.
The notion of it almost startles them, but they welcome it. The thoughts of him smiling against their lips make their days pass faster at times. He promised he’d be here soon; all Oya can do is wait. They might not get to kiss him when he gets here, granted. Oya thinks she might just jump out of her skin if it does happen, in some alternate reality. She just wants him around, and she wants the cozy reverie of it, and the way he hugs her.
In his absence, though, she’ll take the wayfarers and the people the world cast aside. So she enters the courtyard, runs her fingers through her hair, and starts making her way through the crowd. She passes by Cenric and a new apprentice, a big-eyed human girl with close cropped hair.
Cenric gives Oya a nod of greeting and a fond smile. The girl also watches Oya, seemingly fascinated by their crest, and Cenric gives her a weak hit on the shoulder.
“It’s rude to stare,” he says gruffly. Oya laughs.
“M sorry,” the girl whispers, embarrassed.
Life is good at the Spire.
When they reach the smithy, they see a familiar splash of red hair towering over everyone else. Cassander is hard to miss, especially now that he’s in in his finest, artanisian summer attire - which Oya knows is nowhere as fine as what he would’ve worn in Vodena, a lifetime ago - and his hair pulled up and braided in a style that looks messy at the first glance, but betrays a lot of time upon closer inspection. Most jarring of all, however, is the fact that he looks like he wants to be anywhere else but here, Vodena included.
“Cassander?” Oya pipes up, and he looks up from his boots to blink at them. His hand remains at the braid on his shoulder.
“Oya! You’re a sight for sore eyes!” He swallows and laughs nervously. “Would you mind if I.. tasked you with something?”
“Are you alright?” Oya asks. “What happened?”
“Nothing special, I just– I needed to have my armor fixed, and the only available blacksmith was my now ex boyfriend. So I’m–” He laughs again, this time less like he’s about to cry and more like he’s making fun of himself. “Told myself, ‘Cassander, you’re a big boy, you can do this. Just say hello, thank you and goodbye and you’re on your merry fucking way.’ But no, I had to dress up, even. I was this close to lining my eyes, too. Why look miserable when you feel miserable, right?”
Oya sighs and steps closer, to stand by him. They understand the feeling quite well. It’s the similar sort of tension that fills them when they think of kissing Aeran, but in reverse. Where Oya has to tell themself that kissing Aeran’s good, and that their head is messing with them, Cassander looks actively ready to jump off the window in Sero’s office.
“So you want me to pick your armor up for you?” they say, and he nods curtly.
“If you’d be so kind, yeah,” he rasps out. “If you have places to be, I get it. I am a big boy, after all. But I chickened out at the last second. And, yeah.” He kicks the ground. “For fuck’s sake, I killed people before.”
Oya looks at him. “It’s not a problem. I don’t have anywhere to be.” And then, they add, with a layer of cautious curiosity, “How long ago did you break up with the blacksmith?”
“A few months, I think. Distance did its thing, but it still hurts, in a lot of ways.” Cassander shrugs. His fingers have not stopped moving over the curled ends of his hair. “How have you been?”
It’s Oya’s turn to laugh. “Aeran should be in the Spire soon.”
“Yeah. Are you planning any big welcome gestures? Any romantic lunches?”
Oya looks at him, wide-eyed. They clear their throat. “Nothing of the sort!”
He giggles. “Sad. And here I was, just about to tell you I know a place.”
Oya looks at the ground. Romantic lunches sound nice; their sweet, unattainable reverie dances in front of them and dulls everything else. It’s a nice thought - them and Aeran, in the nooks and crannies of their family’s estate in Covera, absorbing the sun and watching the sea. Or maybe, sneaking into an old, unused room high above in one of the Spire’s towers, close for warmth as they watch the snow fall.
And Aeran would kiss them; or they would kiss him, and it would be lovely and sweet and it makes something in them tighten and release in uneven rhythm.
“I’m just fucking with you,” Cassander says, by way of apology that doesn’t sound that apologetic. “I just think you two would enjoy a romantic little dinner for two.” He extends an arm to wrap around Oya’s shoulders, but it doesn’t quite touch them; Oya leans into it and he rubs their shoulder. Life goes on around them, life away from the norms of good and high society, life where people like them can talk about having relationships at all, let alone failed ones.
Then she hears the gates open and the familiar sound of Aeran’s voice, tired from the road, and her heart leaps. She turns back to look at the gates and Cassander turns with her, nodding with realization.
“Go get your romantic dinner, or whatever you guys want to do,” he tells her. “I will be a big boy, as I said, and get the damn armor.”
“Are you certain–”
“Yes! Now go. One chance, Oya, one chance, go, go, go!”
Oya breathes and tries their best not to run to Aeran. When he sees them, he beams and it’s as if they’re in Covera on a warm, summer’s day, or in an unused room in an abandoned Spire tower watching the snow fall.
He’s home.
And in a way, Oya is too.
#wayfarer#wayfarer if#inspo birb has come to town#cassander inteus#oya cenric#aeran kellis#aeran kellis x wayfarer#man. i hope i wrote your child right#was trying to get into their head; it was surprisingly difficult#i think i did okay? but that's for you to decide ultimately#here's a little gift for you rory bc you're amazing and magnificent
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A gift for @sunshinemage !! I’ve been wanting to get my hands on your Wayfarer Oya for a loooong time and I finally was able to! I hope I did them justice<333
#wayfarer if#wayfarer#oya cenric#you’re always so kind and giving and uplifting and it’s time I sent that energy right back#literally one of the first people to ever support me and a long time art inspiration#from your lines to your coloring and lighting you’re such a legend#and I’m so glad to have met you you’re genuinely such a wonderful person who deserves all the good things
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huevember day 15 - Sar’nai Cenric 💜
#huevember 2022#huevember#sar’nai cenric#wayfarer mc#halfway through huevember yayyyy#also. i need to actually figure out how to make her face consistent bc i think i found a faceclaim but. not all of it works for her
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Aeran fucking Kellis and Moji Goddamn Ægir-Cenric
Hi I forgot to post this so here
#my art#digital art#if character#Moji#Moji Ægir-cenric#wayfarer#aeran kellis#also i forgot to draw aerans bracer but i do Not want to draw it so#we're just gonna deal with it#i mean I also forgot moji's LEFT HANDED#so in this instances they can be flexible with either hand#aeran always going to run his mouth but moji is going to hang back until they see you as an active threat#the background was fun i need to draw clouds more
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oc kiss 2024 bonus: Oya x Aeran 💛
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“I wouldn’t ask you to drop everything and return if I didn’t believe in it. The future of the Order, our history, our ways—everything may depend on it. Please come. —Cenric. P.S. I hope you are well.” | “The Spire has fallen. The survivors have dispersed into the wilderness for now. If your former master lives, I do not know where he has gone. Cenric was quite aggrieved when you did not return for the summit, but now I am sure he is relieved.”
thinking about the rhys + cenric dynamic and i am so unwell
#rhys aviv#rindan cenric#wayfarer if#wayfarer#my art#i am not immune to 'grumpy guy trips and falls into fatherhood' and ofc i have not gotten enough content abt cenric to say anything at all#but to me this is making me froth and the mouth!!!!! im sorry but if rhys were even a little less stunted#he would have changed his last name but he's just . he feels so weird and odd and he cant help but like#feel an attachment to the surname he already HAS even tho he doesnt rmb where its from#and he wonders if he should change it or not but also is too embarassed to ask cenric LOL#so he doesnt and he like AGONISES over it even tho cenric would have for sure said okay of course#and then the fall happens and rhys doesnt get to and he wants to like. god he wants to know if cenric knew how much he meant to him !!!#and the answer is yes. they know each other so well and cenric is his father and rhys is his son . rhys tells himself 'he must have known'#but also he regrets he never really said it out loud :( now excuse me i have to make up more parental dynamics and go crazy#when i get my hands on more info about cenric and his characterisation i will like start levitating#and hmm idk how to feel about this i was testing a new brush but...#well this brush makes it more obvious how terribly sketchy my lines can get#but i'm alright w how its turned out 🤔
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