#Nyxy au
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Idea: Verx but with a manbun.
he actually uses man buns when he gets hot or sweaty!
Sometimes diff reasons—
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What could be consider laws of the multiverse?
Or is there no such thing?
Aight aight
Let's go, explanation for time
For this one I will speak as creator
This is infos I've shared before on my site, and I got the greenlight to share it here !
Reminder that @neonross was the og creator of Out of Bounds and I am merely one of the artist and writers ( and alternatively the lore gremlin that make sure everything is smooth good lore lol ( so for lore clarification yeh I'm the good person to ask haha))
So here are the "laws" of the multiverse and how it works in wttmv specifically !
Those rules apply only in our story, but anyone who wants to use those concepts are welcome, of course ! Neon Ross's og intent was to have rules flexible enough for people to make characters and have fun with the concepts, but we don't mean to be an autority of any kind and ruin people's fun... Anyway, explanation time
It's not really "laws" so much as rules for ourselves and for our story, to give it nuances and stakes and the right amount of lore scratching complexity
Some characters however might tell you that these are laws lmao
✨Out of Bounds ✨
___-Lore Guide-___
Out of Bounds (OOB) is a realm existing beyond the multiverse, operating by its own rules and devoid of time. This guide provides insight into OOB's nature, its role in the multiverse, and the mechanics governing its interactions.
Nature of Out of Bounds
Definition :
• OOB is a space outside of alternate universes, akin to the Void Realm in Towags where forgotten characters and places reside.
• Awareness of this space is limited, known only to those who reside within or encounter its inhabitants.
Television :
• Floating televisions within OOB display AUs, acting as viewports or portals for interaction.
• Televisions serve as a primary means for Multiversers to observe and interact with AUs. ( While it is the primary way, note that there are exceptions and other ways to travel )
Shows :
• We call "show" the stories within the multiverse. Includes the Original, Variants, Alternate Universes.
• The Original cannot be touched or interacted with by anyone.
• Variants are copies of the original with very minor changes (art style, design, head canons). They can be interacted with on varrying degree, depending on the creator of the variant will.
• AUs are copies of Welcome Home with major or noticeable changes, from the story, to the characters and their designs.
Vintage Tapes :
• AUs are stored within vintage tapes, with the film inside representing the universe's timeline.
• Tapes categorize AUs into Fixed and Flexible, depending on the level of interaction allowed by the creators of each AUs.
Interference Mechanics :
• Interfering with Fixed AUs poses risks, as altering their storylines can lead to universe corrupt and/or collapse.
• Flexible AUs allow more interaction, often featuring crossovers and Y/N scenarios.
Out of Bound Spaces
Channels :
• Spaces integral to the multiverse system, including the Observer's TV room, the Archives, and Admin's film room.
Shows :
• The AUs themselves, contained in the multiverse, then OOB
Lost Media :
• Spaces not categorized as channels or tapes, such as the Keeper's domaine, Trader's space, and Stitcher's atelier. (Often time those are kind of like shells of dead/collapsed/modified AU, or pocket dimensions)
Pillars of Creation :
• Vast space outside of the multiverse, a galaxy-like zone full of stars, that is said to be where the creators of AUs reside. Very few characters go so far in the OOB.
In between :
• The void between the AUs. It is devoid of breathable air, often dark and lightless as well. Some multiversers are unaffected by the lack of air, but stay careful ! We don't know what lurks or leaks in the in-between
Diagram made by Bloomenvogel and Neon Ross for the Out of Bound as we see it in WTTMV
Note : this diagram applies to wttmv, but feel free to use I with your characters if you want ! Just like all of those rules, we made those to help make the story as a whole
Out of Bound Inhabitants
Natives of OOB :
• The Out of Bound is often said to have a mind of its own... It will sometimes create its own variants of the core cast, for reasons still obscures to this day. Notable characters born from the OOB : Observer, Courier, Messenger
"Refugies"
• Cast or OC characters that had their worlds destroyed/corrupted/collapsed, and who are left to wander in the multiverse. Most often they will end up in Peacekeeper's domaine until they can be rehomed in a flexible tape or new universe, or adapt to the Out of Bounds.
• A character that adapts to the Out of Bounds will then be called "Multiverser" along with the native of OOB
• Characters considered "refugies turned multiverser" in wttmv : Peacekeeper, Filante, Trader, ShopKeeper, Watcheye, Stitcher, Croupier
Multiversers :
• Multiversers are the inhabitants of the Out of Bounds. Often times, they are anomalies that have developped specific abilities allowing them to reside or survive in the Out of Bounds. Those abilities often includes being able to travel to multiple flexible tapes, but not always. A multiverser will almost always be a variant of a cast character, and rarely, if not ever, a y/n or fan oc. (If you wonder why y/n and ocs are excluded from being multiversers specifically, it's because Y/N is at its core a you self insert, but *you* are supposed to be viewers in the story. It's fine when in a pocket universe like Keeper's and Trader, a y/n can exist there, but in the oob it could causes some problems of logic with viewer influence and control, or the focus of the story could go astray to fit a y/n, which is not a story we want to tell. It kinda goes for ocs too)
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I tried to say as much as I could without much spoilers... For the reminder, I already explained the main, general chronology of wttmv on the site
Ik, ik, it's a bit of a hassle to go search and look and all. Tbh the site is kind of a way to give a bit of a treat for the really big fans who are ready to go on a separate site to get lore lmao /lh
But now I get to ramble here too ! Hurray !
TLDR :
OOB is big and weird. The AUs and Variants can be interacted with only if allowed by the creators. Multiversers are the weird cast variants living in the oob. The OOB is kinda like an onion, it has layers. Most characters always stay in the multiverse part.
#ooff big lore one#rambling time#yk I love to ramble#anyway - you can use this as official lore guide#it's Ross approved#mostly-#you might notice the lack of Nyxie inclusion in this post /j#well actually it's because that even as a multiverser she doesn't fit in here.#also Nyxie runs under an other set of rules that loosely connects to wttmv so that she can be disconnected whenever I need her to#i am smart like that haha#you might also notice some characters are not mentionned#it's either because their originin is “unknown” or because they have been created by a third party outside of AUs#but if I say that - I fear people might roll with it and go too crazy - so just in case i put it here for people who read all the tags only#to you - you are allowed to know that some characters were created in the pillars of creations by a third party and it's an anomaly#welcome home au#welcome home#whmultiverse#keeper poppy au#multiverse mom#ask peacekeeper poppy#ask blog#welcomehome#lore time#big lore drop here#lore guide
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Some wh art dump
Tho it's mostly Nyxie lmao
Those where while I was waiting for the update
NEXT
Nyxie and Julie beans
Thank you for coming to my ted talk
Some Nyxie aus
Say hi to Soul Eater Nyxie and Suave ! And also Breton Nyxie :3
Ross working on royalty again made me want to draw Royalty Julie (my beloved)
And also my pink gremlin collection ( Nyxie, Sharm, Kali ( I probably have more ))
Full doodle page btw ( with an other lil cameo of my oc Kali )
#welcome home#welcomehome#welcome home au#welcome home art#julie joyful#julie welcome home#welcome home oc#wh au#wh breton au#wh soul Eater au#nyxie#nyxie my beloved#digital art#my art
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Happy Birthday @nyxus-nyx !!!
Fjdkd best boy with a bouquet of flowers. Who could have given him this? 👀
Thanks for all your kindness, you're so sweet! Get a well deserved fanart (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
#my art#nyxus-nyx#lovely people <3#gift for a friend#Happy birthday Nyx!#undertale#undertale au#utmv#I guess...?#nyxy#nyxy halfbreed#Funfact: My mom came in and called Nyxy cute.#Yes yes he's cute I agree.#She was probably surprised I wasn't drawing skeletons or lizards.
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don't kiss and tell
“Can you get off me, please?” Lincoln deadpans instead, jostling Taylor on his back a bit. “Wanna stand up.”
“Hmmmmm, on one condition,” Taylor muses slyly. His jet black hair gleams with sweat under the scattered fluorescents, and stray strands tickle the side of Lincoln’s neck as Taylor leans in even closer.
“Remove my makeup for me?” He shakes the package of makeup wipes for emphasis, and Lincoln glances over his shoulder to see Taylor’s trademarked doe-eyed look, complete with batting lashes and pouting lips.
Or: After a long, tiring concert set, Lincoln helps Taylor backstage. One thing leads to another, and he gets a little more than he bargained for.
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Hi, guys! Guess who's back with one more Swiftli fic to finish off 2023! I've had this idea kicking around in my docs (and my wip posts lmao) since July and figured it was high time to polish it up haha. Enjoy some very, very self-indulgent idol au Swiftlis below the cut!
“Liiiiiiincoln,” A familiar voice whines behind him.
Lincoln hums questioningly without turning around - he’s a bit preoccupied with tidying up their group’s shared dressing room.
Sure, they’ll be performing their set here tomorrow night as well, but it never hurts to make sure everything is in its place so he can at least attempt at mitigating the chaos that is bound to unfold. That, and he doesn’t want to cause the staff any excess trouble.
“Liiiiiiiink,” Taylor prods again, and Lincoln can hear the exaggerated dragging steps his groupmate is taking toward him. “I’m all sweaty and you’re all sweaty and I will not hesitate to lean on you if you don’t pay attention to me.”
“Do, it, then,” Lincoln mutters, slightly hunched over to fluff up the throw pillows on the couch and inspect it to make sure nobody’s spilled their half-caff coffee (Normal) or energy drink (Scary) or needlessly complicated boba order (Taylor) or sports drink (himself). “Busy.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn ya,” Taylor says, draping himself across Lincoln’s back like an overgrown cat, hands hanging limply over Lincoln’s shoulders. In his peripheral vision, Lincoln notes that one’s holding a container of makeup wipes. “You’re so grumpy when you’re exhausted nowadays! Seems like a certain someone’s rubbing off on you.”
“Or, you know, using my back as a chaise lounge.”
“Well, I had been referring to Scary, but you’re not wrong!” He crows, stretching a little as if to emphasize all the points where their bodies make contact.
(It’s uncomfortably warm and a little gross with all the sweat from their concert, and it’s a lot less bothersome than Lincoln would like to admit. Even in the afterglow of a performance in the earliest hours of the morning, voice hoarse and body crashing from all the adrenaline and mind dimmed with the promise of late-night room service and sleep, Taylor still has a way of making things a bit more bearable. Even when he’s acting anything but.)
A grimy finger pokes him lightly in the cheek, breaking Lincoln from his thoughts. He rolls his eyes and makes to fold the little blankets the staff had set out for them.
“You’re so cute with your brows all furrowed like that,” Taylor teases. “Li-Wilson, our very own pretty boy, all angry and frowny. What would the press say?”
There’s a very, very stupid fluttering that happens in Lincoln’s chest whenever Taylor strings his name together with words like “cute” or “pretty” or “handsome”. And it happens annoyingly often, considering how much the four of them will play up their affections for their fans. Lincoln knows it’s not untrue - the internet surely agrees with what Taylor’s saying, if the endless amounts of comments he probably shouldn’t get sucked into reading are anything to go by - but sometimes… he still wonders if it’s all in his head, the way Taylor drops flirtations like he means them.
That’s a thought for later, though, when he’s in their shared hotel room fighting off the wonderful combination of jet lag and insomnia.
“Can you get off me, please?” Lincoln deadpans instead, jostling Taylor on his back a bit. “Wanna stand up.”
“Hmmmmm, on one condition,” Taylor muses slyly. His jet black hair gleams with sweat under the scattered fluorescents, and stray strands tickle the side of Lincoln’s neck as Taylor leans in even closer.
“Remove my makeup for me?” He shakes the package of makeup wipes for emphasis, and Lincoln glances over his shoulder to see Taylor’s trademarked doe-eyed look, complete with batting lashes and pouting lips.
“Cute,” Lincoln says out loud, because he calls Taylor that all the time in public, and he has no reason not to voice it now. Unlike the countless interviews and livestreams they’ve done together, though, he has the pleasure of watching red crawl its way across Taylor’s cheeks, which only further proves his point.
“B-be that as it may, I have you effectively trapped until you do my bidding, you tall, unfairly handsome boy.”
Lincoln is so fortunate that he doesn’t blush easily, a fact which annoys both Taylor and the rest of their group.
“Why can’t you remove your own makeup, huh?” Lincoln complains halfheartedly even as he takes the wipes offered to him and Taylor wriggles happily in celebration.
“Don’t have any mirrors,” He argues (which is clearly a lie - there are no less than eight in this room alone in case of last-minute touch-ups, not counting their phones), “and I’m so tired I can barely stand!”
“Oh, are your legs acting up? I can carry you if you want,” Lincoln replies, all pretense of grouchiness forgotten as he carefully straightens up, making sure that Taylor can still lean on him without throwing him off-balance.
“I mean, I’m probably fine. Just a little shaky, is all.” Taylor laughs a little, a short, breathy, half-nervous sound that Lincoln feels against the back of his outrageously complicated blouse.
“You sure?” Lincoln asks, shooting Taylor a look of his own - his “princely protector” look, as he’s seen their fans call it - and Taylor’s expression softens a bit before breaking into a teasing smirk.
“I mean… I am pretty tired, if you’re still offering, and I’d hate for those strong arms of yours to go to waste -”
“Alright, then, just let me…” Despite the awful clinging feeling of his sweaty clothes and the daunting task of even a little bit of physical exertion, Lincoln can’t help but grin as he rearranges their limbs to lift Taylor. It’s a familiar practice, borne from their years as training partners before they ever made their debut alongside Scary and Normal, and one Lincoln can find himself enjoying even in his drained, slightly sluggish state.
(It’s hard not to enjoy the feeling of Taylor in his arms, even if it’s just for a little bit.)
“Up we go!” Lincoln says, scooping him up into a bridal carry and spinning the two of them in a lazy circle. Like the many times they’ve done this, Taylor slings his arms around Lincoln’s neck and laughs, joyful and unrestrained and slightly hoarse from a night of singing. Like the many times they’ve done this, Lincoln wishes that he could bottle the sound, hollow out a hole in his heart and place that in it.
(Like the many times they’ve done this, he wishes he could stop going a little braindead every time Taylor’s hot breath fans against the side of his neck.)
“O-okay,” Lincoln announces, hoping the stutter in his voice can be passed off as some sort of vocal strain. “Where do you wanna be?”
“There!” Taylor shifts in Lincoln’s grip, pointing to a black leather swivel chair in the corner of the room, tucked away behind some sort of support column.
“Alright,” Lincoln says, swooping over and then allowing Taylor to carefully extricate himself from Lincoln’s torso.
As gross as they both are right now, Lincoln finds himself missing the contact.
He has a job to do, though.
Lincoln kneels down on the worn, carpeted floor before Taylor, trying not to think about how his body aches, grabs a makeup wipe from the pack, and assesses the boy before him.
Taylor sits still and pretty - the distinct lack of fidgeting is a sure sign of how absolutely exhausted he is. His face shimmers from a combination of sweat and the glittery pink-peach pastes his makeup artists use to draw attention to his eyes. Thin, smoky eyeliner swoops from the outer corners of his eyes, a burgundy so dark it’s nearly black. The heavy blush that was placed on the apples of his cheeks has faded to a mere suggestion now, but Taylor’s lips are still stained a deep cherry-plum, the corners defined with small strokes in a way that makes his smile appear more cat-like, somehow.
The stylists did a very good job with him, Lincoln thinks.
Lincoln makes slow, gentle work of removing every last bit of makeup from Taylor’s face, stroking with just the barest of pressure across his forehead, vaguely registering the way that the fibers stain with shades of peach and beige and concentrating on unearthing the soft skin beneath.
With every swipe of his hand, Lincoln can feel Taylor’s eyes on him, slightly glazed over and staring shamelessly. Lincoln doesn’t blame him for spacing out this late at night, and if Taylor’s not spacing out, if he’s looking at Lincoln just to drink him in amidst the peace that comes after a long night of song after song - well. Lincoln would be lying if he said he wasn’t using this as an excuse to look at him, take in and admire each and every one of his features as if he hasn’t committed them to memory a hundred times over. Map out the slight dip of his temple with his fingers, trace the curve of his cheek, stare right back into those dark, faraway eyes while removing his eyeliner and risk falling into them…
“Close your eyes,” Lincoln prompts, and that temptation is removed as Taylor’s eyelids flutter shut, obedient. Somehow, it doesn’t help with the lump of emotion building like phlegm in the back of his throat.
Lincoln isn’t good with words, not the way Scary is, with her effortless lyricism and smooth-sounding syllables, phrases that bludgeon with the force of a sledgehammer or pierce through with the precision of a surgeon’s knife, depending on what is needed most.
But when Lincoln looks at Taylor like this, sometimes he finds himself wanting to be. He wants to write out everything trapped somewhere between his ribcage and his mouth, press the stain of it all into hotel memo pads, onto crumpled-up napkins from restaurants in cities he’ll never see again, tuck them into his pockets and let his chicken-scrawl attempts weigh him down twice as heavily as before.
He’s tried, before, tried so many times, but they never come out quite right, toeing the line between being trite and far too strange.
There’s just this… undeniable gravity about Taylor that defies any description. He’s got this magnetism to him, and they’ve been circling each other like opposing poles, like binary stars, ever since their first near-collision. His presence is real, undeniable - and not just onstage, where every staccato sound tumbles past Taylor’s lips with the strength and grace of a percussive rainfall, where every eye is drawn to him.
Taylor is far more than that.
It’s in moments like this where Lincoln feels his pull the strongest, when the lights fade and the curtain drops and Taylor’s features are softened by the encroaching shadows yet still radiant from the high of their performance. When Taylor’s taken out his fancy lenses and Lincoln can see the onyx depths of his eyes, dare to lean closer to see if he can map out the place where his irises meet his pupils in the lowlight, all framed by dark, short lashes. When he presses a hand to Taylor’s cheek and strokes gently, watches as the sweat and foundation and blush give way to olive skin, wishes that the makeup wipe wasn’t in the way and he could hold Taylor like this for real, whenever he wanted. When he finds a clean section of chemical-soaked cloth and carefully touches it to Taylor’s lips, when he hears the way Taylor’s breath hitches near-imperceptibly in the quiet of this tucked away green room in this two-night town.
“Does it sting?” Lincoln hears himself ask, searching his face for any discomfort. After so much silence, the question sounds louder than when their voices echoed off the stage, more amplified than any microphone could ever make it.
“N-nope,” Taylor rasps, and Lincoln knows it’s probably just rough from overuse but maybe there’s also something more. “Keep - keep going.”
“Okay,” Lincoln says, leaning in a little closer (he has to make sure he gets everything). “Let me know if it hurts?”
“Mm.”
Lincoln sets aside the makeup wipe, grabs a fresh one, and focuses on removing Taylor’s lipstick.
Taylor has very nice lips. Like, objectively. They’re a little on the thinner side, but his cupid’s bow forms a heart shape and the edges turn up naturally at the corners in a way that makes him look perpetually mischievous.
As Lincoln gently swipes away at the lip liner, he thinks (not for the first time) about what it would be like to kiss him.
Taylor’s kissed Lincoln before - on his forehead, on his shoulders, on his cheek. Lincoln has kissed Taylor before, too - the crown of his head, his temple, and on one memorable occasion, the corner of his mouth. It’s practically to be expected at this point. He’s kissed Normal and Scary, too, and they’ve kissed him, but with them, it’s something easy, rote, platonic, entirely performative.
Kissing Taylor has always felt different. Maybe it’s because the soft press of Taylor’s lips against his skin always leaves him with some sort of endless pit in his chest, something that threatens to consume him whenever he meets Taylor’s black-hole eyes.
And it drives Lincoln absolutely crazy, the way he constantly finds himself wanting more - wanting to know the way that their mouths might slot together, to see if Taylor’s lips are as soft against his own as they feel against the back of his hand.
Lincoln presses the wipe to Taylor’s top lip, runs his cloth-covered finger over the divot of his cupid’s bow, and fails to stop thinking about the way his groupmate might taste - fails to stop thinking about kissing the boy in front of him until they’re both rendered completely breathless.
Taylor’s breath stutters, and Lincoln can feel the fluttery inhale-exhale against his face, and he glances upward to see Taylor’s eyes open, now, free of shadows and glitter. His gaze darts lazily between Lincoln’s eyes and his mouth.
Taylor can read Lincoln’s expressions like a favorite book. It’s only natural, having lived and worked in close quarters for the past five years together. He knows the way the light glances off Lincoln’s eyes when his mind is elsewhere, knows his fake smiles from his genuine ones, knows the way his eyes crinkle at the corners whenever he’s truly, exuberantly happy.
Taylor knows exactly what Lincoln’s thinking right now.
And for the same reason, Lincoln recognizes the look in Taylor’s eyes for exactly what it is.
Tiredness. Longing. Affection. Want.
It would be easy, so easy to lean in those final few inches, to close the distance between him the way that he’s wanted to for years, the way they’ve both wanted to. But what they desire and what they can let themselves have - those have always been two very different things.
But it’s late, and most of the staff have cleared out, and Normal and Scary are probably hanging out on the empty stage like usual. Even so, there’s always a chance -
Lincoln’s eyes flick toward the ceiling.
“There’s one camera on the other side of the pillar,” Taylor says, and Lincoln’s eyes snap back to him immediately. A suggestion of a smirk plays at Taylor’s lips.
“Did you…” Taylor’s smile grows, something secretive and almost shy. Predictably, Lincoln’s gaze follows the curve of his lips as he trails off.
“You’ve been staring a lot tonight,” Taylor teases, and god, Lincoln can’t take the low, lilting timbre of his voice right now, not when he’s close enough to feel his breath against his face, not with flashes of berry-stained lips and white teeth taking up so much of his vision. “Do you wanna -”
“Yes,” Lincoln cuts him off, sounding much more desperate than he intended.
With no foundation left to hide it, Taylor’s face colors bright red remarkably quickly.
Lincoln swallows down the embarrassment, and Taylor’s eyes track the constriction of his throat.
He drops the makeup wipe, absentmindedly brushing his hand on his trousers, letting it hang in the empty space between them.
There’s not much of it left. Lincoln can feel the last of his resolve crumbling in the wake of Taylor voicing the truth that’s lived trapped in their lungs for years on end. His heartbeat, previously sluggish with the promise of rest, pounds faster in his chest, a marcato drumbeat that seems to chant almost, almost, almost.
Lincoln has lived through years of almosts, sustaining himself on the briefest of intimacies that they allow themselves, and everything he longs for is right in front of him, coalesced into the shape of his closest friend.
Lincoln is tired of almosts. He wants a finally.
But he’ll reach out and take it only if Taylor wants it, too.
“Are… you okay with this?” Link asks, the question barely a murmur, because even though the answer is spelled out in the way Taylor’s hands are shaking in anticipation, he needs to make sure before their closeness becomes something more.
“Yeah,” Taylor breathes, a whispery sigh of an admission, and Lincoln’s heart jolts in his chest as Taylor reaches out to cradle the curve of his jaw, to drag him in further. “Yes. Please.”
And it is with that last murmured plea that Lincoln feels his resolve break. He shifts upward, inward, bracing his hands on the armrests of the makeup chair (he doesn’t trust his own legs to stay steady even as they kneel before him, and like hell is he going to let that ruin the moment he’s been dreaming of for years), and Taylor’s hand curls even more perfectly around his jaw, and finally, they meet in the middle.
Kissing Taylor is both nothing and everything like Lincoln had imagined.
Everything, because the feeling of Taylor smiling slightly against his lips, the subtle warmth of his mouth, the supple, pliant give as Taylor slots their lips together, is almost exactly as he had dreamed.
Nothing, because Taylor kisses him sweetly, gently, slowly, more kindly than Lincoln had ever thought possible.
Taylor has always been insatiable. Lincoln knew this from the moment he first laid eyes on him, from the moment he had bound up to him. He had been newly seventeen and starry-eyed, then, flagging him down from across the company practice room and asking if he could teach him how to dance. Taylor is fiery and headstrong and brightly-burning in his ambition, and everything he does, he does with an intense passion.
Now, in the half-lit almost-quiet of the green room, Taylor mouths at his lips so tenderly - almost hesitantly - that Lincoln feels like he could melt. The hand on the side of his jaw carefully, worshipfully maps out the planes of his face, traces along his cheekbone, behind his ear, guides him to tilt his head for a better angle. Lincoln makes a strange, whining noise in the back of his throat that Taylor takes from him, swallows down with a satisfied hum that sends vibrations through to Lincoln’s very soul, like the thrumming pulse of a bass-line in his chest.
Lincoln leans further into Taylor’s gravity, kisses him with the quiet desperation that’s been pent up, building and building in a wordless crescendo within him for years on end. He tries his best to pour the vast depths of his devotion into this moment, every admiration and affection and confession, every brush of Lincoln’s lips against his an I adore you, every exhaled sigh an every love song we’ve ever sang made me think of you. I love you, he thinks as he presses Taylor flush against the back of the chair, as his hands let go of the armrests to tangle in shiny, dark hair and Taylor sings into his mouth in response. Taylor is beautiful and warm and sweaty against him, and Lincoln presses their lips together again and again, an unending chorus of thank you, I love you, I love you, I love you.
Taylor, for his part, responds in kind, arching his body into Lincoln’s hold, warm hands unhurriedly searching for purchase and finding it at the nape of his neck, at just above the small of his back. Lincoln registers the way Taylor fists at the expensive fabric of his shirt, the way his blunted, neatly-manicured nails scrape against the base of his scalp, and Lincoln shivers a bit in his embrace, though he feels wonderfully warmed through, more alive than when they performed for hundreds of fans just hours ago.
Taylor tastes like sweat and the chemicals from the makeup wipes. It has no right to be as addictive as it is to him. Maybe it’s because Taylor’s lips are every bit as soft against his own as they look on the monitors.
Lincoln’s sure that his lips are thoroughly chapped, but judging from Taylor’s delicate gasps and the eager, greedy way he leans further and further into him, he’s also sure that Taylor doesn’t mind.
Lincoln holds the last kiss for as long as he dares, drinking in the feeling of satisfying all of his favorite dreams and his wildest hopes. He commits the shape of his groupmate in his hands to memory, basking in the euphoria of carding fingers through show-mussed hair, of Taylor’s hand twisting in the fabric of his blouse. A smile threatens to pull at his lips as Taylor’s feathery breaths ghost against his cheek, measured and slightly shaky, an orchestration coming apart at the seams.
They stay like that for a long moment, and there is synchrony, harmony in the way Taylor melts into his touch. He's trying to capture this moment, too, Lincoln knows, impressing every bit of it into the corners of his mind, the backs of his eyelids, the hollow of his ribs.
Eventually, they break apart, and Lincoln opens his eyes to see Taylor smiling slightly, angelic, still leaning inward like he wants to chase his lips. It’s such an adorable image that Lincoln nearly goes to kiss him again, but then Taylor looks up at him through his lashes, blinking slowly, and Lincoln is awed into stillness.
Taylor’s always been very charming, expressive in a way Lincoln envied, able to make their fans fall for him with nothing but a camera and a simple glance.
But Taylor isn’t acting for anyone here. The affection that warms his deep, dark eyes is for Lincoln and Lincoln alone, something raw and unscripted and intimate enough to steal the air from Lincoln’s lungs, and he can only hope the open adoration is reflected in his own gaze.
God, he’s gorgeous.
Lincoln touches his forehead to Taylor’s, exhaling unsteadily.
Taylor’s hand smooths over the back of his neck, and he gasps a little, drawn in by his touch, his magnetism, his care.
“I’ve wanted to do that for years,” Lincoln admits softly into the shared air between them.
Taylor grins, a secret, clandestine thing, eyes half-lidded in a heady concoction of exhaustion and exhilaration and wanting.
“I know,” Taylor murmurs back, barely above a whisper, and Lincoln can hear the smile in his voice, all his sharp edges softened and heat tempered just for him. “Me, too.”
And it really is that simple. They’ve been dancing around each other for years on end, every bit of longing telegraphed like choreography through every minuscule gesture and fleeting touch. Every fragment of it is magnified by the glances they allowed themselves, reflected in the way their eyes meet, yearning painted in countless shades of onyx and bronze and ebony and sepia.
Lincoln knows it, and Taylor knows it.
And quite suddenly, the world has narrowed down to the two of them and nothing else.
“Yeah,” Lincoln responds dumbly, breathless from the proximity and the weight of years lifted from his shoulders. His eyes flick down to Taylor’s lips, at the red stain his own mouth has left there, at the delicate curve of them, love-drunk smiling and slightly puffy.
He wants to kiss him again, wants to feel that smile pressed against his, wants to lean in and close the distance. And so he does, because nothing on this earth can stop Lincoln from chasing after Taylor in every stolen moment he can get, from tilting his head just the right way, from shutting his eyes and following through -
Except Taylor does stop him, pressing the pad of his index finger to his lips.
Lincoln makes a confused sort of hum, opening his eyes to find Taylor giggling incandescently, and it almost makes up for not kissing him.
“It’s late, Link,” Taylor murmurs conspiratorially, though he has no need to when nobody else is here. “Norm and Scary’ve gotta be wondering what’s taking us so long.”
“Oh,” Lincoln says, disappointed - or, well, he tries to say it, but Taylor’s finger is still in the way, so it comes out a little odd. After considering for a moment, he places a kiss to the tip of Taylor’s finger instead, blinking up at him.
“God, put your pretty eyes away, I’m already embarrassingly in love with you,” Taylor responds, his bare face flushing noticeably darker even in the dim lighting.
Lincoln smiles against his finger, and Taylor sighs, eyes darting elsewhere so he can focus better.
“Anyway. They’ve gotta be waiting for us to get into street clothes so we can get the fuck out of here,” Taylor continues, pointedly not looking directly at him.
Lincoln kisses his finger again, just to be a menace. Taylor’s breath hitches the slightest bit, and Lincoln grins.
“Listen, the sooner we leave, the sooner we get to the hotel. And the sooner we get to the hotel,” Taylor finally looks at him - looks at all of him, eyes dragging slowly down his still-kneeling form - “the sooner we can pick up where we left off.”
He makes eye contact then, smirking and smug as he pushes lightly at Lincoln’s shoulder to give himself space to stand. “Sound good?”
Holy shit.
Lincoln has the sudden, distinct thought that they’re going to need to cancel the rest of their tour, because Lincoln is going to die at Taylor’s (soft, beautiful, warm) hands if he keeps saying things like this. Lincoln will die, and their group will disband, and everything will be ruined because Taylor is every bit as cruel and conniving as he is beautiful and Lincoln is in far too deep.
“Uh, you okay, dude?” his groupmate (boyfriend? partner? something else?) asks.
“Great!” Lincoln says at an octave he didn’t know was possible, numbly pulling himself to stand and ignoring the way his knees ache.
Taylor follows suit, and Lincoln makes for his change of clothes - though not without ducking down to place a quick kiss to Taylor’s temple, feeling more awake than he has in hours as he darts away from him.
Taylor barks out a one-note laugh, startled and disbelieving.
“Race ya!” Lincoln yelps, laughter coloring his own voice as he quickly grabs his street clothes, leaving Taylor sputtering behind him.
“Oh, you are so getting payback when we get to the hotel,” Taylor seethes not-so-darkly, grabbing his own go bag of clothes.
“I’m counting on it!” He replies, cheeky and giddy with energy despite the late hour.
Lincoln knows it’ll be hell not to hold Taylor as close as he wants out in public, not to kiss him beyond the bounds of manufactured flirting for the cameras. They’ll need to talk about what they are now, exactly, he thinks, as he starts to pick apart the series of crisscrossed, mazelike fastenings of his stage outfit. He has to remind himself to be a bit more patient so the fabric doesn’t rip at the seams in the wake of his excitement.
But, as he finally extricates himself and pulls on the SPDRBZ hoodie he had snatched from the merch booth a few stops ago, Lincoln can’t help but feel optimistic.
It’ll be worth it, he thinks, to hold Taylor, kiss him, shower him with praise until his skin flushes red, to be held and kissed and praised in return away from prying eyes. To have something just for them, even if it means they’ll need to work hard to keep this under wraps.
They’re no strangers to hard work. Lincoln’s groupmates are about as diligent as they come, Taylor included. Surely, this won’t be too difficult.
“You coming or what, slowpoke?” Taylor asks, pulling him from his thoughts. He’s changed into a simple tee shirt and cargos at the doorway, cane in hand and fondness in his eyes.
“Yeah,” Lincoln says, stumbling into his shoes as he meets Taylor, wanting to sling an arm around his waist before correcting himself and draping it across his shoulders instead as they head out. He beams regardless, giddy and hopeful, and the feeling in his chest burns brighter than the stage lights. “Let’s go.”
#idol au BELOVED. i've been thinking about this au for nearly 6 months now isn't that crazy#anyway for a little context: the PC teens of s2 are in a fun little idol group together!!! singing dancing rapping wearing fun outifts etc.#at this point they've gotten popular enough to go on tours and. well. lincoln and taylor are very down bad for each other so. gestures#also big big thank-you to nyxie for helping put together this au way back when. and for helping me choose a title aksbkajbsds#dndads#fic#happi scribbles#swiftli
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY @nyxus-nyx!!💖💥🥳🥳
I really like Nyxy So Much OMG!!!
You have such an AMAZING! Desihs and Boyos, i Wish you the best!
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#nova2cosmos art#my art#undertale art#utmv#nyxus-nyx#Happy birthday Nyx!#undertale#undertale au#nyxy#undertale oc#man he is so cute!#ngl i've fun to draw his hairs✍(◔◡◔)✨#gif for a friend#hbd my friend#amazing person
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started writing that zombie apocalypse higugin fic bc im bored and dont wanna work on tskatsby or uni work rn but LAWD. i hate writing action im so dogshit at it why did i choose to do this.
#also getting characterisation right for two characters who are barely in canon (ESP gin.) is alr hard enough but doing it in an au context?!#im giving up im crying im falling to the flopr nobody look at me#nyxi cant stfu
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Hiiiiiiii Nyxie, hope you're doing well 💙💙💙 For the kiss prompts, how about either 1 or 18 with lovesong, pretty please? Or both, if you feel like smashing 'em together somehow :DDD
(#1: a kiss good morning, #18: a kiss for encouragement)
(this is set as an AU in our silly little supernatural au! featuring: werewolf sparrow, demon nick, and their teenage fling <3)
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For all that he basks in the night and feels more alert when the moon is out, Sparrow always manages to wake up early.
It's not always a bad thing. As a kid, this meant he could drag Lark out of bed with him to watch the sunrise, sneak around the house while their father watches the sunrise, have the entire day ahead of them. Besides, they weren't allowed outside in the forest at night- too dangerous, their parents said, even if they didn't always listen.
Now, though, it means he wakes up warm, comfortable. There are wings wrapped around him, and when he was sleeping his own tail had come out, curled around their intertwined legs.
Nick is still sleeping, snoring softly into Sparrow's hair, and Sparrow's head is tucked into his chest, where he can hear the pulsing of Nick's heartbeat. It's comforting, the steady drum, the way each beat falls in tune with the way his partner breathes, slow and deep.
Sparrow might be in love.
He doesn't know how long he sits there, happily curled around Nick, still and quiet and listening to his partner breathe. He could sit here forever, he thinks, despite how much energy he usually has.
Eventually, though, Nick stirs, his wings pulling Sparrow a little closer as he slowly returns to the waking world. "Mm... hey baby, you awake already?"
Sparrow just hums, nuzzling his face a little bit further into Nick's chest. He's already so warm, and the warmth only increases when he feels Nick press a gentle kiss to his forehead, and then another closer to his hairline.
For a moment, they lay together, both awake but still sharing the same breath, the same space. At some point, Nick brings one of his hands to pet at Sparrow's cheeks, and Sparrow nips at his fingers each time they get too close to his mouth, his tail wiggling in the blankets.
"Okay, Sparrow, I'm hungry," Nick finally says, and he tries to gently tug away, his wings shrinking back into his form. "Come on, you gotta let me go."
"I'm not ready to get up yet," Sparrow whines, and he clings a little harder, his hands making small tears in the fabric of Nick's sleeping shirt. "You can't make me."
Nick just snorts, and then he's sitting straight up, pulling Sparrow into his lap. Still, Sparrow doesn't let go, merely remaining boneless in Nick's grip, pliant against his chest as he buries his nose into Nick's neck.
"You're lucky you're so cute," Nick grumbles, but he's still petting Sparrow's hair in the way he knows Sparrow likes the most, their legs still all entwined. "You know, for some reason, I never imagined werewolves to be so clingy."
"They're not," Sparrow snorts, and he turns his head just enough to brush his lips against the skin of Nick's neck, relishing in the way his heartbeat spikes. "I'm the exception."
"Lucky me then," Nick teases, and his breath hitches a little when Sparrow kisses his neck again, his teeth barely grazing skin. "Sparrow, baby, come on, we can cuddle all you want after getting something to eat-"
"-promise?" Sparrow whispers.
"Promise," Nick repeats, and he squirms a little. This time, Sparrow's grip falters, and he's able to worm his way forwards, sliding away from Sparrow. The loss of his warmth is devastating, but as Sparrow unconsciously whines, Nick just smiles, leaning forwards to kiss him.
It works. Sparrow reluctantly slides out of bed, shivering as the might of the winter's morning hits now that he's not tangled up in blankets and Nick's arms. "You better keep your promise," he grumbles, folding his arms over his chest as his tail curls around his own legs.
"Have I ever broken a promise to you in my life?" Nick teases, and he takes Sparrow's hand, guiding him out of the bedroom and into the empty house.
Sparrow already misses being in Nick's arms, but as Nick pulls him to his side in the kitchen, he thinks he could get used to this.
#kasey writes stuff#lovesong#sparrow oak garcia#nick close#they too suffer from a heartwrenching breakup that leads to cass and rebecca but#not yet! they can be sweet here. as a treat
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𝆺𝅥𝅯 Melodic Misconceptions 𝄡
Synopsis: Victoria Shard was a former member of the popular idol group [ Poisoner ] from NRC corporations. After discourse with her group leader, Victoria decided it was best for her to leave and pursue her solo career in a record label run by her parents.
It had been half a year since her separation from her old group, and Victoria had never been more successful. But now she has a new problem. She must return to NRC corporations in order to mentor the seven idol groups.
Ellis Clawthorne is a member of [ (Co)-connect ] the most recent group under NRC'S belt. With no experience as an idol, Ellis must persevere in order to succeed and pursue her dreams.
Will both girls be able to adapt to their current situations?
Main tags: twst oc, twisted wonderland oc, twst au, idol au, social media au
{ If you wish for your oc to be included, please tell me ^^ }
Disclaimer: The original idea for this AU is credited to @starry-night-rose , I was not the one who came up with the idea
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Idol Groups: NRC Corp.
{ Hearts & Roses } , Heartslabyul division ❣️
{ King's Roar } , Savanaclaw division ♌
{ Ocean M4fia } , Octavinelle division 🐚
{ Serpentime } , Scarabia division ⌛
{ Poisoner } , Pomefiore division 👑
{ Tartarus } , Ignihyde division 💀
{ (!)nsomniac } , Diasomnia division 🐉
{ (Co)-connect } , Ramshackle division 🎤
✨Group Aesthetics (excluding (Co)-connect)✨
Character group positions
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[ OC Idol profiles ]
Sumeragi Yuuta, Aijin [ (Co)-connect ] 👑
Victoria Shard, Shōri [ Soloist ] 💎
Zenith Devi, (?)carus [ Producer ] 💚
Freyah De La Rose, Valentina [ H & R ] 🌹
Nyx Leech, Nyxie [ Soloist ] 🌊
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Album Debut: Visionary Melody
[ 𝄋 More will be added in the future ]
Track 01: Introductions [ (Co)-connect ]
[ 01 Second Edition: Idol Miscellany ]
Track 02: Decisions
Track 03: Mentor buddies but not really
Track 04: Corporate Slaves
Track 05: Seven divisions, one wildcard
Track 06: Ellis🩰
Comeback Album: Queen of nothing
Track 07: NXDE
Track 08: Yuuta accidentally unalives Mayuu also idol x actor???
Track 09: Y/N, Aguri Harper
Track 10: Unwanted Words
Track 11: Comfort from others
Track 12: Business & production
Track 13: Young and beautiful 1/?
Track 14: Young and beautiful 2/?
Track 15: Young and beautiful 3/?
Track 16: Young and beautiful 4/4
Track 17: They only want you when you're seventeen
Track 18: Filler 101 for empty brains /j
Track 19: Filler yet again but there's Yuren so 👁️👁️
Track 20: Is it a date or...?
Track 21: They only want you when you're seventeen 2/2
Track 22: Koral Larrane, introduction
Track 23: Filler reporting for duty! Ew the new managers are here 🤢
Track 24: Unwanted interactions
Track 25: Management, crushes, and a tidbit of Yu(u)ren
Track 26: Omg a cliffhanger?!?
Second comeback: Musicals and chaotic MVs galore!
Track 27: Haha.... Surprise bitches(affectionate)
Track 28: HOLY SHIT NXDE REVIVAL PROMOS
Track 29: Impossible potential
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#twst oc#twisted wonderland oc#twst au#twst idol au#idol au#twst smau#smau#masterlist#twst masterlist#mutuals au#melodic misconceptions 🎹
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Need some help with Superhero names!
I was hoping someone could help me figuring out some names for Cass in my Training Wheels au, where she becomes a hero for a couple of years before taking on the Batgirl role.
For the Robins its pretty easy to come up with a name since I could just look up bird names (or bird related words). But I can't quite do that with Cass. Maybe I could do that with Bat names but none I looked up online really seemed to fit that cute but creepy aesthetic I was looking for.
Here's a list I did think up tho:
Batbite, Batbitty, MiniBat, Batmini, Batlass, BatBoo, Minicula
Batbuff, Nyxie, Vampi, Foxglove, DuskBat, Twilight
PygmyBat, Vesper, Myotis, Barbastelle, NightBat, Raspy
Nyctalus, Noctule, Nocty, Vampyressa, (Batgirl...II ! no lol that sucks)
Does anyone like these names? I'll admit I'm not good at coming up with this stuff lol.
I also thought about looking up Chinese words as well (did you know bats are good luck in China? pretty cool) but while Cass biomom (Shiva) might be Chinese, maybe. But Cass doesn't really have a connection to her heritage like that, so maybe that wouldn't work.
If anyone likes those names, or can think up a better one let me know! I have some drawing I want to post for Cass, but I want a name for her before I do.
Thank you for your help! Here's a bonus Cass for you! :
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Can I pet Hryxy..? I'm friendly and will only pat his head! ^^
Hryxy stared down at you with his menacing dark abyss of an eye socket. His frown turned to a small grin. As he crouched, his tail sways as he thinks of ways to bite their arm off. He gives them his gloves to put on, he lowers his head and allows them to pet him. He stayed there until he couldn’t handle the touch anymore and back up. He look at you as you offer back the gloves. “Keep ‘em.. they don’t fit me anyways kid.” He gave a knowing smirk before he urges you to run before he or skills chases them down.
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-insert a small package being left for Keeper-
Keeper is too busy with the marshmallows, but Nyxie found the package !
#welcome home au#welcome home#whmultiverse#keeper poppy au#multiverse mom#ask peacekeeper poppy#ask blog#poppy partridge#welcomehome#poppy welcome home#sorry I answered to asks like this#I need to clear it out and also I like this silly scene#i will answer a few other asks like this#twice at a time- very sorry#nyxie my beloved
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Lately I've been reworking on all of my aus
I'm happy to announce that I drew the whole cast of my Soul Eater AU ! And Breton AU will follow
Next up would be Wakfu AU, and Pantheon, I'd love to finish the stain glass illustrations...
Which AU do yall want me to talk about first ?
#welcome home#welcomehome#welcome home au#welcome home oc#ramble#rambling in preparation#I'm just feeling silly and I want to interact with people#I like rambling#I also included Pause Garden because that stuff has been my personal project for years but I never had an audience to talk too#but ik most of my audience here is for Welcome Home#there is content ready#just need to determine which I post first lol#i can also make a new Nyxie funfacts list#but who is curious about Nyxie anyway haha
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Sicktember 2023 prompts
Ooh, alrighty boys!!! i'm starting my prompts this early because god only knows that i'm super quiet on this corner of the internet and I have like, 3 seconds to myself right now between all jobs and that, and i figure this would be a great way for me to introduce my OC's to everyone (Or so i think?~ ) So here we are, dnd and modern AU stuffs ahoy~!
1. Hopelessly Bad at Self-Care - Shir/Aviv - Modern AU
2. Quest for a Cure - Elwyne - Modern AU/Universe
3. "What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?": Judethia and Ori - DND universe
4. Hiding an Illness - Shir/Aviv - DND universe
5. Preventative Measures (Not Taken) - Sveta and Nikolaiev (WW2 oc's i haven't touched in a while wooooo)
6. Sick and Injured - Judethia & Elysium - Dnd advneturing
7. “You’re a Jerk When You’re Sick” - (Rated R) Naomi (My tridant escort that's a cleric) x Tiefling Partner
8. Persistent Fever - Judethia, Vance, Desmond - Modern AU
9. White Coat Syndrome - Elwyne - Modern AU
10. “The only place we’re going is to the pharmacy” - Avigayil and Lior, Mixed AU (modern/dnd mix)
11. Beginner’s Guide to Faking Sick - Judethia - Dnd universe
12. Old Wives Tale - Herleva and Raenis - Dnd Universe (Elwyne's parents)
13. “I’m so sorry” - Elwyne and Nyxia - modern AU
14. ‘‘I shouldn’t be worried about you, but for some reason I am’’ - Avigayil and Lior - Dnd universe (When younger)
15. Sick in an Inconvenient Place - continuation of "I'm So sorry" - Elwyne and her shop cronies - Modern AU
16. Consulting the Internet/Web MD : Judethia x Fabien - Modern AU
Taking a break this day <3
18. “Wear Your Coat, You’ll Catch a Cold” - Nyxia x Elwyne -
19. Curled Up With a Pet - Bela Ash and Nyxi - Thri-kreen and her owner (Modern AU) - Bela's Point of view
(This is where I take a day off please)
21. "But if you stay, you'll get sick too" - Hellabore and Carmilla - Dnd universe (vampire kingdom)
22. Terms of Endearment/Nicknames - Judethia x Desmond - Dnd universe / vampire kingdom
23. Taking a break today <3 for my work and my sanity.
24. “Did you just sneeze?” - Judethia and his entire court, think "is that a plague?!"
25. Confused/Disoriented - I have no idea sooooo...BREAK TIME.
Taaaaaking a break
27. Uncooperative Patient - Myrthsong and Judethia - Dnd universe
28. “I should have stayed home” -
29. Side Effects/Adverse Reaction - Shir / Aviv - Dnd potion making with a horrible cleric lol
30. Patient 0 - Bela ash - Think moth brings disease into town :) enjoy~ - Dnd world
Alts.
“I Could Really Use a Hug Right About Now”
Fuzzy Socks
Pounding Headache
Forehead Kisses
“I’m so sorry”
#Sicktember 2023#help#idk what i'm doing#vik's writing#vik's art#bella-ash#hellabore#judethia#amastacia clan#desmond#myrthsong#dnd
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Lmao tv noises-
Okay what if in the older Au-
How would Bloom act and react to Nyxy/Sona pregnant and during pregnancy?*bc that somehow works like that—*
suprised boi
":0"
-during
-cuddles/kisses
-pretty much soft cheesy stuff
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DAMN YOU TUMBLR. I WROTE DOWN SO MUCH AND IT'S ALL LOST NOW.
anyways oc doodles because they've taken over the brainhole. Walters and Malphas!! DnD Characters that I'll never play!!
Walters (they/them) is a Dragonborn Ranger who used to work as an undercover agent for Bahamut infiltrating the Cult of Tiamat, but whoops they got caught trying to rescue a kid they presumed was kidnapped to be trained as a child soldier for the cult and now they're on the run!!!
Malphas (he/him) is an asshole a Tiefling Sorcerer/Wizard and self-proclaimed "necromancy savant." Had a partnership with the CoT to research and develop an undead abomination to be created using the corpses of the cult's enemies. They were both planning to eventually betray each other once the other lost their usefulness.
They're both backstory characters to 2 different dnd characters that I have played (Elyorinn the Dragonborn Druid and Nyxie Yardsard the Gnome Wizard) but I decided to torment these two by making an AU where they're forced to work together due to a Soul Contract. Mostly it's tormenting Malphas by dragging him kicking and screaming into becoming a somewhat better person.
The doodles also feature a baby Elyorinn and Malphas's Arch Nemesis (the unicorn I have yet to name)!!
#my mind is a bouncy ball i'm very sorry#it goes bounce bounce bounce to different interests#anyways feel free to ask any questions about these folks#there's a lot of details this post no longer has because TUMBLR. DECIDED. TO BUG OUT ON ME#which i guess comes as a surprise to no one but i'm still salty about it#sighhhh#walters and malphas
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