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charmed [14]: 'the little moments' (remus lupin x reader)

a/n: GUYSS i feel like it's been FOREVER. thank you so much for your recommendations, i slipped quite a few into this part ;) i'm starting on the next part as soon as this one goes up. welcome, or welcome back to charmed<3 i never want this story to end but i see it coming.... for now, let us enjoy this newest chapter. as always im waiting for ur feedback x

series summary: set in the prisoner of azkaban, including its major plot points. remus and y/n get hired by dumbledore last minute to teach at hogwarts, defense against the dark arts and charms respectively. not wanting the students to know they are married, they navigate the challenging year through hidden glances, hand holds underneath the table and loving moments in their offices. even with all their efforts to conceal their relationship, their chemistry does not go unnoticed by the student population of hogwarts, who grow fond of the pair as they offer them some of the best classes they’ve had in a while. their relationship as newlyweds is strengthened as teaching the next generation of wizards unlocks a sea of memories of their love story. for the second time in his life, remus holds hogwarts responsible for some of his happiest memories. he’s given the chance to create them with the love of his life, y/n, who has taught and continues to teach him that every part of him is lovable, remaining forever under her charm.

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14.

Knock, knock, knock.

“C’min!” Hagrid’s gruff voice boomed from inside his hut. Y/N opened the door, and stepped inside.

“Hey,” Y/N said, taking her gloves off. “Oh, hi Hermione!”

Hermione was sat beside Hagrid, the two looking over books that were sprawled across his table, with two mugs of tea squished in between them.

“Hi, Professor Y/L/N!” Hermione smiled politely.

“Hermione’s just here helping me with Beaky’s case, found me all these dates and all in these books.”

“Wow, that’s wonderful.” Y/N beamed. “How are you guys doing?”

Hagrid let out a sigh, shrugging. Hermione did the same.

Y/N pursed her lip. “Tough time right now, I get it. Well, I don’t wanna disturb you, Hagrid, you have anything I can help you with today?”

Y/N was somewhat of an animal lover. Or, creature lover, to put it in correct terms. Ever since the winter, she’d go down to Hagrid’s once a week and ask him if she could help out with any creature tending he had to do. It cheered her up.

“Matter o’ fact, I do!” Hagrid sat up, turning around and going to get something from his fridge. “It’s time for the Hippogriffs to eat,” he said, dumping heaps of raw meat into a bucket.

“Wonderful.” Y/N said, walking over to Hermione to read over her shoulder. She placed her hand on her shoulder, “wanna come with?”

“Oh, no thanks Professor. Maybe I’ll join you after when I’m done showing Hagrid all this.”

“Sure.” Y/N smiled. “Ah,” she looked up once she heard the clunk of Hagrid’s bucket.

“Here, take Fang out with you. He’s driving us nuts.” Hagrid added, throwing in Fang’s treat bag in the bucket.

Y/N laughed. “Alright then, I’ll see you soon. Fang! Come on!”

She pulled her gloves back on and grabbed the bucket, holding the door open for Fang to run out beside her. They walked to the Hippogriff enclosure, occasionally pausing so that Fang can go to the bathroom.

“Hi guys,” Y/N called out as she neared the Hippogriff herd. They turned to her.

She bowed down to them one by one, waiting for their look of “ok” before handing them their food. Last, was Buckbeak.

She sat on a rock, watching them tear apart and munch on the pieces of meat with their impressive beaks.

“Oh, yes you get one too, I know you’re jealous that they get to eat,” Y/N said to Fang, who was whining and drooling next to her. She threw him a treat.

Buckbeak finished his meal, and slowly made his way to Y/N.

“Hi, buddy.” Y/N smiled. She watched him lie down next to her and stretch his long neck outward. He nudged the top of his head against her thigh. “You’re cuddly today.” She graciously lent her hand out and ran her fingers through his feathers.

She sat there for a moment, petting Buckbeak and keeping an eye on Fang who was running around the enclosure. Birds chirped and it was music to her ears. Winters were always so hard for her, and with April looming closer, she began to feel relief.

“Might have a baby soon, you know.” She said to Buckbeak, smiling cheekily. Buckbeak made a sound and beckoned her to keep petting him. “That’s all. Nothing else has changed. I heard you’re going to London soon. I hope it’ll be a nice trip..”

Eventually, she got up, bid the Hippogriffs goodbye, and made her way back to Hagrid’s with Fang.

“Hagrid,” she knocked, entering. “Here ya go.” She handed him the empty bucket, as well as Fang’s treats.

“Everythin’ alrigh’?”

“Everybody’s super, happy and fed.”

“Thanks a lot, eh Y/N. Hermione’s about to go too, yeh mind walking her up to the Castle?”

“Course not.” Y/N said, patting him on the arm. “You need me to hold something, Hermione?”

“No, thank you Professor, I’m leaving most of the books here.”

The two walked in silence up the hill that separated the Castle and the grounds.

Y/N glanced at Hermione. “You doing alright, Hermione?”

She nodded automatically, refusing to meet her professor’s eyes.

“I guess I’m a bit tired.” She said, finally.

Y/N nodded reassuringly. “You’re doing a lot.”

“I just…” Hermione started. “There’s so much I want to do. You know? I don’t know how to explain it. I feel like I can do so much.”

Y/N nodded once again. “You have the best kind of drive a young person can have, Hermione.”

They walked a little more.

“It’s my favourite part, working with people your age. A lot of you feel compelled to do something big, to save a lot of people. It’s really good, it’s a good thing. A necessary thing for the world to advance too.”

Y/N paused before continuing.

“But in the end, it’s okay if you only save one person. And it’s even more okay if that one person just turns out to be you.”

Y/N let Hermione think as they climbed up the few stairs to the castle entrance. To her surprise, Hermione wrapped her arms around her in a hug. Y/N rubbed her arm encouragingly before they broke apart.

“Thank you, Professor.”

Y/N watched her set off for the Gryffindor common room. Maybe what she said didn’t even register with Hermione. Or maybe it did. Maybe it just did.

Remus was in his office, dozing off slightly when his fireplace lit up and a familiar snarling voice called out: “Lupin! I want a word!”

He recognized it to be Snape’s. Thinking it was just something about the Polyjuice Potion, he absent-mindedly clambered into the ashes. Spinning out of his office and into a new location, he was taken aback by Harry Potter standing beside Snape, face adorned with a look of pure terror it seemed.

"You called, Severus?" said Lupin mildly.

"I certainly did," said Snape, his face contorted with fury as he strode back to his desk. "I have just asked Potter to empty his pockets. He was carrying this.”

Snape pointed at the parchment, on which the words of Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs were still shining.

Upon glancing at it, Remus felt his throat close up. He cleared it, attempting to play it off casually while he felt his entire chest seize up. It can’t be…

"Well?" said Snape.

Lupin continued to stare at the map. Harry had the impression that Lupin was doing some very quick thinking.

"Well?" said Snape again. "This parchment is plainly full of Dark Magic. This is supposed to be your area of expertise, Lupin. Where do you imagine Potter got such a thing?”

Lupin looked up and, by the merest half-glance in Harry's direction, warned him not to interrupt.

He racked his brains for a thing to say. Something plausible. How was he even going to get a single sentence out when about a million thoughts and emotions were rushing past his mind?

"Full of Dark Magic?" he repeated mildly. "Do you really think so, Severus? It looks to me as though it is merely a piece of parchment that insults anybody who reads it. Childish, but surely not dangerous? I imagine Harry got it from a joke shop —"

"Indeed?" said Snape. His jaw had gone rigid with anger. "You think a joke shop could supply him with such a thing? You don't think it more likely that he got it directly from the manufacturers?”

Manufacturers? Remus fought to keep a straight face.

"You mean, by Mr. Wormtail or one of these people?" he said. "Harry, do you know any of these men?”

"No," said Harry quickly.

"You see, Severus?" said Lupin, turning back to Snape. "It looks like a Zonko product to me —"

Right on cue, Ron came bursting into the office. He was completely out of breath, and stopped just short of Snape's desk, clutching the stitch

in his chest and trying to speak.

"I -- gave -- Harry -- that -- stuff," he choked. "Bought -- it... in Zonko's... ages -- ago…"

"Well!" said Lupin, clapping his hands together and looking around cheerfully. "That seems to clear that up! Severus, I'll take this back,

shall I?" He folded the map and tucked it inside his robes. "Harry, Ron, come with me, I need a word about my vampire essay -- excuse us, Severus —"

Harry didn't dare look at Snape as they left his office. He. Ron, and Lupin walked all the way back into the entrance hall before speaking. Then Harry turned to Lupin.

"Professor, I —“

"I don't want to hear explanations," said Lupin shortly. He glanced around the empty entrance hall and lowered his voice. "I happen to know that this map was confiscated by Mr. Filch many years ago. Yes, I know it' s a map," he said as Harry and Ron looked amazed. "I don't want to know how it fell into your possession. I am, however, astounded that you didn't hand it in. Particularly after what happened the last time a

student left information about the castle lying around. And I can't let

you have it back, Harry.”

Harry had expected that, and was too keen for explanations to protest.

"Why did Snape think I'd got it from the manufacturers?"

"Because...," Lupin hesitated, "because these mapmakers would have wanted to lure you out of school. They'd think it extremely entertaining.”

"Do you know them?" said Harry, impressed.

"We've met," he said shortly. He was looking at Harry more seriously than ever before.

"Don't expect me to cover up for you again, Harry. I cannot make you

take Sirius Black seriously. But I would have thought that what you have heard when the dementors draw near you would have had more of an effect on you. Your parents gave their lives to keep you alive, Harry. A poor

way to repay them — gambling their sacrifice for a bag of magic

tricks."

Mind racing, he rushed back into his office, leaving Harry and Ron in the hallway, the map in between his quivering hands.

He fell into the nearest chair he could find once back in his quarters and tapped the map, muttering an all too familiar phrase.

Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs

Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers are proud to present

THE MARAUDER'S MAP

Remus traced the ink that appeared with a finger, then opened it and watched as every detail of the Hogwarts Castle and grounds appeared on the pages. He found the small dot in his office labeled ‘Remus Lupin’.

He burst into tears.

SMACK!

“Hermione!”

Don't you dare call Hagrid pathetic, you foul -- you evil —"

"Hermione!" said Ron weakly, and he tried to grab her hand as she swung

it back.

"Get off, Ron!”

Malfoy grunted to Crabbe and Goyle, and the three rushed into the castle, the former clutching the side of his face that Hermione had just smacked.

"Harry, you'd better beat him in the Quidditch final!" Hermione said shrilly. "You just better had, because I can't stand it if Slytherin wins!”

"We're due in Charms," said Ron, still goggling at Hermione. "We'd better go.”

They hurried up the marble staircase toward Professor Y/L/N’s classroom.

Y/N glanced over at them as they opened the classroom door, and gave them a quick nod before continuing her lesson.

“Cheering Charms today, pair up!”

Harry and Ron hurried to a desk at the back and opened their bags. Ron looked behind him.

"Where's Hermione gone?”

Harry looked around too. Hermione hadn't entered the classroom, yet Harry knew she had been right next to him when he had opened the door.

"That's weird.”

The lesson ended, and the students filed out of class all grinning ear to ear, the Charms had yet to wear off.

“Is Hermione okay?” Y/N asked Harry and Ron on their way out.

They shrugged, telling her they didn’t know where she went and then thanked her and bid her good day.

Y/N was magically wiping the chalkboards clean when she heard two pairs of loud, heavy footsteps running down the hall and into the classroom.

“I could hear you coming from a mile away, guys.” Y/N chuckled at Fred and George Weasley.

“Good afternoon, Professor Y/L/N!”

“Finished your class, Professor Y/L/N?”

They said in unison.

“Yes, come on in. What can I do for you two today?” Y/N said as she took a seat behind her desk.

The twins shared a look with each other.

“What….—” Y/N said suspiciously.

The twins broke out into identical grins.

“— did you guys do…”

“Nothing! We were just wondering—“ Fred said.

“if you—“ George continued.

“our favourite teacher, by the way—“ Fred intercepted.

Y/N rolled her eyes, urging them to continue.

“would take a look at something we’re working on?”

Y/N looked at them. “I’m guessing this thing you’re working on is not the latest essay I assigned eh?”

The twins chuckled. “Oh, that’s already finished!”

“Way ahead of you!”

“Will be on your desk before tomorrow’s class!”

Y/N smiled. They amused her so.

“Alright, what is it that you want to show me?”

“Okay. It’s a very early prototype.” Fred said, clapping his hands together. “George, the honours?”

“Very well, Fred.” George pulled out a small candy from his pocket. He took his time to unwrap it dramatically, then slowly put it in his mouth. And chewed.

Y/N looked at him quizzically before yelling out as soon as George seemingly gagged something up. The ‘something’ revealed itself to be his own tongue, which was swelling and coming out of his mouth doubling in size.

“FRED? What is this?!” Y/N gasped, jumping up to George’s side.

“No worries, Professor, this is what’s supposed to happen!” Fred cried out, pulling out his wand and muttering the counter-spell.

George’s tongue went back to normal. “Tada,” he said, taking a bow.

Y/N sat back down, looking flabbergasted, then burst out laughing. The twins beamed.

“You guys made that candy yourself?”

The twins nodded.

Y/N shook her head in disbelief. “How long did it take you to figure out how to trap the spell inside the piece of toffee?”

“Since you first taught it to us in December, Professor.”

“Hmm.” Y/N was visibly impressed. “So I teach you guys the Growth Charm, and you guys decide to put it in a candy to make people’s tongue grow thrice its size… This is high-level charmwork, gentlemen. And very creative.”

The twins beamed. “We want to make a business out of it, Professor.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows.

“We’ve got a bunch of other ideas too, like a Skiving Snackboxes line- candy that makes you sick so you can get out of class!”

Y/N nodded.

“You think it’s a bad idea, Professor?” George asked.

Y/N shook her head. “Hold onto the idea. I think you guys have got some real talent.”

The twins whooped and high-fived each other. “We’re set for life, Freddie!”

“Hey, hey, hey— that doesn’t mean you don’t need to put in the work, eh! All brilliant entrepreneurs still need a basic education as a foundation.”

The twins nodded.

“I don’t want you guys to be distracted and flunk your O.W.L.’s this year.” Y/N said. “ESPECIALLY your Charms one.” She winked and the twins nodded, chuckling.

“Yes, Professor.”

Another pair of loud, running footsteps echoed through the hallway and this time, in burst Hermione.

“Hermione!” Y/N exclaimed.

“Professor Y/L/N, I’m so sorry, I missed class, I—“

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, come, sit down. Breathe.”

Hermione sat down and relaxed. Y/N reassured her that it was okay, that she wasn’t upset and that she’d catch up on Cheering Charms the next time.

“No need to freak out, I mean, look at how many times these two have skipped my class.” Y/N said, jerking her head to Fred and George.

“Professor!” The twins retaliated, turning red like their hair. “We have been ill…”

“Hmm hmm, sure.” Y/N chuckled.

Just then, Remus passed by her classroom, poking his head in.

“Remus!” Y/N called out happily, beckoning him to join.

“Hello Professor Y/L/N, hello.” He smiled at her, then to Hermione and the twins.

“We were just eating some candy.” Y/N said lightly. “Care for a toffee?” She said, eyeing the twins.

Fred and George’s eyes grew round as they understood what she meant.

“Um, here you go Professor.” Fred said, handing Remus a candy.

He put it in his mouth, then became aware that he was being stared at.

“Wha-?” He croaked before choking, his tongue starting to swell.

Y/N burst out laughing, running out of her chair to come to his aid. “I’m s-sorry, I’m so sorry—“ she gasped, pulling her wand out and quickly reversing it.

The three students concealed their laughter as they did not know if they should be allowed to laugh at the fact that they pranked a teacher.

Remus coughed and choked as his tongue went back to normal, Y/N still laughing and clutching onto his chest.

“What was that?” Remus gasped.

“I’m so sorry, it’s this prank thing the twins came up with.” Y/N said, still doubled over in laughter, clutching onto the lapel of his robes.

“Oh my god,” Remus chuckled, closing his eyes. “I should’ve known not to trust you.”

The two laughed, clutching at each other’s arms and hands. Hermione, Fred and George stood there, side-eyeing each other as they watched their two Professors struggle to get it together and keep their hands off each other.

"Gryffindor in possession, no, Slytherin in possession -- no!

Gryffindor back in possession and it's Katie Bell, Katie Bell for Gryffindor with the Quaffle, she's streaking up the field -- THAT WAS DELIBERATE!”

It was the Quidditch Cup Final, Gryffindor versus Slytherin, and the tension and adrenaline spread across the pitch was enough to send everyone flying.

"Ha haaa!" yelled Lee Jordan as the Slytherin Beaters lurched away from each other, clutching their heads. "Too bad, boys! You'll need to get up earlier than that to beat a Firebold And it's Gryffindor in possession again, as Johnson takes the Quaffle -- Flint alongside her -- poke him

in the eye, Angelina! -- it was a joke, Professor, it was a joke -- oh no -- Flint in possession, Flint flying toward the Gryffindor goal posts, come on now, Wood, save —!"

“Oh God, I can’t fucking watch this-“ Y/N screamed, clutching onto Remus’ arm.

The students standing across the teacher’s box were following the players but some did a double take as their eyes glossed over Remus and Y/N.

“Look— look, look at fucking Professor Y/L/N and Lupin—“ a student nudged her friend.

Her friend took her eyes off the game and giggled. “Do those Weasley twins still have that bet going on cause I’m definitely gonna put some money in now.”

“— AND POTTER CATCHES THE SNITCH, GRYFFINDOR WINS! GRYFFINDOR HAS WON THE QUIDDITCH CUP!”

The stadium burst into a thundering cheer as waves of crimson-clad students jumped up and down, shaking the seats and ground under them.

The teachers were equally going crazy, McGonagall’s bun had even undone itself from the amount of shaking her arms were doing. Y/N and Remus were yelling into each other’s faces, jumping up and down hugging each other.

A group of students that were jumping up and down, flailing their arms, pointed at Y/N and Remus, and began screaming and jumping even harder.

“Okay…! Okay Minerva, I see you today!” Y/N exclaimed as she walked in the teacher’s lounge one afternoon, carrying a mug of tea and wrapped in a blanket scarf.

“Thank you, thank you.” McGonagall smiled shyly, showing off her newly done nails to Professor Sprout who was sitting across the room.

Pomona hummed in appreciation. “Cold, Y/N?”

“Freezing. The Castle’s always freezing.”

“You’d think Dumbledore can up the fires a few degrees.” Pomona shook her head.

“You know women’s body temperatures are naturally lower than men’s?” Minerva huffed.

The two other women hummed in surprise.

“So, did you do these yourself?” Y/N gestured to Minerva’s nails as she took a seat.

“No, there’s a new salon in Hogsmeade village. She is quite good.”

“Oh! Did you get her card?”

“I believe so!” She bent down to rummage through her neatly organized bag. “Pomona?” She said, as she offered both of them one.

“Oh no, unfortunately I can never have my nails done! The only downside to Herbology I suppose.”

“Right… what if you wore gloves?” Y/N said.

Pomona shook her head. “It would still chip away, by rubbing against the fabric.”

“Right, right.”

“Guess what I overheard today in my 7th-years—“ Y/N said, bringing her mug of tea to her lips.

“Oh heavens, not some more relationship drama I suppose?” McGonagall said, sifting through the pack of essays she had been working on.

Y/N raised her eyebrows in response, taking another gulp of tea. “Oh yeah. Simon and Ashley.”

“Ravenclaw and Gryffindor?” Pomona asked.

“Yup.” Y/N nodded. “They were arguing in the middle of my class about skirts. He was saying how he didn’t want her to be wearing her skirt outside class time.”

“Oh my God.” Pomona rolled her eyes.

“Something about how he doesn’t like that she’ll be seen in it by the other boys.”

Minerva tutted, shaking her head ‘no’.

“And get this— he was arguing how it’s a “BOUNDARY’ for him.”

“Oh no!” Pomona exclaimed.

“It’s not a boundary if it’s just a stupid — pardon me — rule that he’s imposing on her—“

“That’s what I thought!”

“I know it’s wrong to say this about our students, but I sure hope they break up…”

Everyone chuckled.

Y/N checked her watch, standing up and chugging the remainder of her tea. “I gotta go.”

“Have a great lesson, my dear.” Pomona said.

“I hate men like that.” McGonagall said. “Controlling, with such a fragile ego and masculinity!”

“I know.” Pomona agreed.

“It’s like— where do they get this from?” Y/N said, picking up her books. “Are they learning this type of stuff from their friends? Their fathers?”

The two other women shrugged. “Poor girl who has to suffer the consequences.”

“She’s so young too.” Y/N said, leaning on the back of Pomona’s chair.

She was about to linger a bit longer to chat more with her colleagues when the door swung open and Remus walked in.

“Hey!” Y/N smiled.

“Hey.” He gently replied back.

“You leaving?” Y/N asked as she held all her books, heading towards the door.

“No, but I’ll walk you.” Remus said.

He put his things down and walked out of the lounge behind her, accompanying her to her classroom.

Summer was definitely in the air. The days were warmer, the sun was out longer, and all anybody wanted to do was kick back by the lake with a jug of pumpkin juice and watch the Giant Squid float by.

Unfortunately, that was not the reality for students and teachers alike. It was finals season.

Thursday morning, was the 3rd-year’s Defense Against the Dark Arts exam. Professor Lupin had compiled the most unusual exam any of them had ever taken; a sort of obstacle course outside in the sun, where they had to wade across a deep paddling pool containing a grindylow, cross a series of potholes full of Red Caps, squish their way across a patch of marsh while ignoring misleading directions from a hinkypunk, then climb into an old trunk and battle with a new boggart.

"Excellent, Harry," Lupin muttered as Harry climbed out of the trunk, grinning. "Full marks.” Looking up, he saw Y/N and smiled, waving.

Y/N came walking down, waving to the other students. “I’m just on a walk, soaking up the sun. Don’t let me interrupt you!”

Flushed with his success, Harry hung around to watch Ron and Hermione. Ron did very well until he reached the hinkypunk, which successfully confused him into sinking waist-high into the quagmire. Hermione did everything perfectly until she reached the trunk with the boggart in it. After about a minute inside it, she burst out again, screaming.

"Hermione!" said Lupin, startled. "What's the matter?”

"P -- P -- Professor McGonagall!" Hermione gasped, pointing into the trunk.

"Sh -- she said I'd failed everything!”

It took a little while to calm Hermione down. By the time she had, Y/N had come back from her walk and decided to take a seat on the grass and watch the rest of the students pass.

It was Lavender Brown’s turn when she chose the wrong spell and chaos broke out among the Red Caps. They jumped out of their potholes, running in all directions.

“Lavender!” Remus called, dropping his clipboard and pulling his wand out.

Y/N jumped up from her spot on the grass, whipping her wand out as well.

The two professors muttered incantations, trying to immobilize the Red Caps as Lavender had frozen in her spot.

“Don’t worry Lavender, come, back up—“ Y/N ran towards her, grabbing her arm when a Red Cap suddenly jumped on her. She turned around quickly, wrestling with it for a second before Remus blasted it off from her. “Little shit,” she swore, squeezing her wrist after seeing that its long nails had left a cut.

“Y/N!” Remus gasped, running over to them. “Lavender, are you okay?” He glanced quickly at his student.

“Yes, I’m okay but Professor Y/L/N—“

“Where are you hurt—“

Remus looked Y/N up and down frantically, clutching her wrist.

“I’m fine Rem, just a scratch.”

“Lemme see..” He said, gently unwrapping her fingers from her wrist and holding it in his own palms.

It was a scratch and it was barely bleeding.

“We need to see Madam Pomfrey, it might be infected, then we need to—“

“Rem. Rem, hey. I’m fine.” Y/N said, locking eyes with him. “It barely went through my skin, look.”

Remus looked down, brushing his thumb gently over the scratch.

“You sure?” He whispered, looking back up at her.

“Yeah.” Y/N smiled.

Remus muttered a Bandaging Charm and wrapped it delicately around her wrist.

Lavender stood there, watching the pair, a huge grin on her face— as if she wasn’t just almost attacked by half a dozen Red Caps, as if she wasn’t in the middle of a literal final exam.

#charmed #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin imagine #professor lupin #prisoner of azkaban #professor lupin x reader

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doodle-stroodle · 3 months

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An expansion on that idea I put out here a few days ago 😭😭 More Michelle and Willow art coming soon fs!!

I’ll do like a sketch dump in a bit bc I have so many dumb ideas it’s crazy

#art #digital art #fanart #mike wheeler #royalty au #gender swap au #genderbend #millow #girls with swords #woohoo!#stranger things mike #stranger things fanart #stranger things au #stranger things #lesbyler #fem byler #sapphic byler #stroodleart

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the-lonelybarricade · 2 years

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Be a Doll, Darling - Feysand Halloween

Summary: Feyre had more or less forgotten about the sex doll in her closet. It had just been a silly way for Mor to give her a laugh during a tough week. And soon enough there were other, more exciting novelties for Feyre and Mor to focus their attention on. Such as the mysterious grimoire Feyre found at a crystal shop. - Or; the fic where Feyre accidentally brings a sex doll to life, and he is very angry he's been locked in a closet for so long.

Words: 4.8k

Beta'd by the love of my life @separatist-apologist. I just think she deserves nice things, like Rhys being mean 😌

Content Warning: Extremely Dubious Consent, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex (female receiving). No feminism here, I killed her out back with the dove and my sense of pride.

Read on AO3 ⟡ Read my SFW Halloween Fic

“You know what they say, Feyre.”

Mor perched herself proudly against the doorframe, gesturing with a wide sweep of her arms to the gift that she’d laid out on Feyre’s bed. Feyre had only been gone for all of 10 minutes—on a quick trip to the convenience store across the road for a carton of milk that she was now unconvinced they even needed.

She stared blankly into her bedroom, grasping for a saying that could possibly relate to what Mor had gotten her.

Mor cast her eyes towards the plastered ceiling like some deity might take pity on her for having such an oblivious friend. “They say,” she drew out the vowel like it might tempt anticipation, “that the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.”

The reminder that she was recently dumped felt too much like a gut punch for Feyre to be adequately grateful. “I don’t think this is what they meant.”

“Oh, come on.” Mor took her hand, tugging her into the room. “You said no to dating again, and no to a casual hook up, but this—”

“Is creepy,” Feyre finished.

Mor pouted. “I think he looks handsome.”

“I…” Feyre couldn’t exactly deny that.

Laying on her bed was a naked, life-size doll. She couldn’t imagine how much something like this had cost. As someone who dedicated herself to the art of capturing the human body in paint, she could admire that the doll was… fascinatingly life-like. His brown, flawless skin looked soft—not the least bit plastic under the harsh fluorescent light. Still, something in her was unsettled as she watched Mor lean over to press her finger into his cheek, watching the tip of her finger disappear into the fake flesh. As lifelike as he was, there was something about him that was distinctly… uncanny.

Feyre decided it was the dead stare from his otherwise breathtaking violet eyes. “Mor…” she sighed. “I don’t even know what I would use this for.”

“I could think of one thing,” she answered, eyes darting to the absurdly large penis jutting out from between his legs. Feyre had purposely been avoiding looking at it too closely. She had never seen a penis that wasn’t Tamlin’s and even if this one was fake… Her face already felt too hot.

“He has a name, you know.”

“Please don’t tell—”

“Rhysand.”

It was so, so absurd, but oily betrayal slid through her veins. It had only been a week since she had broken up with Tamlin and somehow, giving him a name made him seem far too real.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to get to know each other,” Mor said with a laugh, seeing that Feyre was effectively scandalized. She left with a pat on the back and a sultry wink, deliberately shutting the door behind her.

Feyre didn’t want to look at the thing. But now that Mor wasn’t there to watch her, Feyre couldn’t help sliding her eyes back to him. She supposed that dolls like him were designed to be alluring. And alluring… he certainly was. She wondered if the doll had been modeled after a real person. Even if she ignored the muscular build and the large, erect cock, his face alone could mark him as the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. If there was a man who truly looked like this doll, Feyre would certainly like to meet him.

As for the doll… the smirk on his plush lips didn’t meet his cold, utterly blank eyes. How could anyone endure that look, she wondered? Feyre thought if she actually wanted to… use him as was intended, she would need to close her eyes to pretend he wasn’t watching her like a corpse. She shivered at just the thought of it.

“You seem like a nice guy, Rhysand,” she said, sliding her arms beneath his shoulders to lift him. He was surprisingly heavy. “I promise it’s not you… it’s me.”

There was hardly any space in her closet, but she found if she pushed aside some of her coats, she could tuck him just enough into the corner that she could almost forget he was in there.

And she did.

For nearly six months, Feyre had more or less forgotten about the sex doll in her closet. There were some spare moments when she remembered him—lonely nights where she was feeling just drunk and lonely enough to think what if… but every time she had felt tempted, she remembered the vacancy of his expression and thought better. It had just been a way for Mor to give her a laugh during a tough week. Soon even her roommate’s jokes about him were replaced by newer, more relevant embarrassments. Like how three days ago, Feyre had purchased a grimoire from a crystal shop in a graceless attempt at flirting.

She had only gone in because the man at the counter was gorgeous. And when he had asked her if she had come in for anything, she’d panicked and grabbed the first thing off the shelf. She had thought the leatherbound book was just a journal, until she had come home and had actually bothered to page through the thing.

Mor’s eyes had lit up as soon as she saw the spells and incantations scrawled inside. “We should have a seance!”

Feyre had given her a flat look. “That’s a terrible idea.”

But once Mor had made up her mind about something, there was little Feyre could say to convince her otherwise. It was how she ended up with a naked man in her closet, and it was precisely the reason why Feyre was currently sat cross-legged on the wooden panels of her bedroom floor.

Mor sat across from her, her smooth features caressed by the flickering candlelight that surrounded them in a circle. She had read the entire grimoire from cover to cover, and now smiled with the confidence to bring down an army as she lit a stick of lavender incense.

“To ward off bad spirits,” she explained.

Feyre nodded as though that made perfect sense, wondering why her heart was beating so fast when she didn’t even believe in ghosts.

“Take my hands.” It was a relief to feel that, for all Mor’s composure, her palms were sweaty, too. “Now repeat after me.”

Hear us East, West, South, and North

Feyre could have sworn that the flame dancing on the candles became more intense, like an inaudible drum had increased their tempo.

From any realm, we call you forth

Outside, the wind was howling. It was surely all in her own head, but she could have sworn she heard something scratching at the glass.

To this circle, we bind thee

Bid your service, then go free

And Gods, Feyre hadn’t paid any attention to Mor laying the circle of crystals and candles but now she was combing her eyes over it, hoping that it could actually contain whatever it was they were calling.

This contract from dusk to dawn

We conjure thee, anon, anon

She held her breath and the world seemed to hold it with her. Even the wind had gone quiet, listening for what might happen next. Mor was glancing around the room, brown eyes wide with anticipation, but it dulled with every passing second where nothing happened.

“We don’t have to wait here until dawn, do we?” Feyre asked. Her knees were already feeling stiff from sitting in this position for too long.

Mor reached for the grimoire, frowning as she read over the pages again and again. “We did everything correctly.”

“Maybe the spirits are busy.” Privately, Feyre was thinking that of course it didn’t work. None of it was real. Mor was using a cheap book she had purchased from a novelty store. Feyre felt silly that her pulse was rushing from saying a few rhyming words.

“Busy doing what?”

“I don’t know… haunting things? I’m sure there’s more important things for them to do than entertain us.”

With a huff, Mor grabbed the book and climbed to her feet. “Well maybe you can use this as an excuse to return the book and talk to Tarquin again.”

Feyre took that to mean they were finished. “You’re right,” she agreed, smiling in relief. “Tarquin can ease my disappointment that there were no sexy ghosts to entertain us through the night.”

That earned a smile from her roommate, which quickly melted to horror as Feyre leaned over to blow out one of the candles.

“No!”

Smoke drifted from the pillar of wax, and that familiar scent of vapor was already filling the room.

“Why can’t I blow them out?” Feyre asked warily, examining the other 20-something candles that were still proudly lit.

The warm lighting washed over Mor’s high cheekbones, as though its orange hue was trying to replace the color that had drained from her face. “The book says the candles need to stay lit to contain the spirit.”

“Well… there is no spirit,” Feyre reasoned. “So there’s nothing that needs to be contained, right? I can’t sleep with a bunch of lit candles in my room. Unless you can promise that the firefighter who will rescue me is going to be hot and emotionally available.”

Mor laughed, but it was forced. “Have you seen Lucien?”

“I said emotionally available.”

She raised her hands in surrender. “Fine—blow out the candles. Lucien can break some other girl’s heart tonight.”

Again, feeling so childish for letting it bother her, Feyre leaned over to blow out the remaining candles. She noticed Mor wince in the corner of her eye, which did little to curb the growing pit in her stomach. Maybe she’d been watching too many scary movies lately.

Maybe they both had. Mor looked uneasy as she tugged the sides of her cardigan closer and crossed her arms over her chest. “I feel like I need to take shower. Promise you’ll come save me if I start screaming?”

“Mor, if you scream just to scare me—”

“I would never,” she said. Feyre knew that was a lie, but at the moment her roommate looked unsettled enough that she trusted she was safe from any pranks—for now.

“Go shower. I’ll clean this up and keep an eye out.”

At least it gave her something to do. A way to distract herself from the darkness that seemed to loom in the departure of the candlelight. She switched on the lamp at her bedside table in an effort to dispel it, but the shadows only seemed to find places to hide. Behind her drapes, under the bed…in her closet, which she didn’t recall leaving open.

Feyre didn’t dare dwell on that thought. She merely shut the door and began gathering the candles off the floor and placing them neatly on her desk. Mor had turned the labels out when they’d been sitting in the circle, and the black wax had certainly looked menacing. But now that Feyre could see the brand, some of her anxiety eased. Yankee candles didn’t exactly scream occult, even if Mor had gotten the witches brew scent. And as Feyre plucked the crystals from the floor, she was fairly certain they were made of plastic.

Mor was just trying to scare me, she decided. Irritatingly, it had worked, but now the illusion was shattered.

After shoving everything into a drawer, she settled on her bed with an ipad to finish up sketches, listening to the wind scraping against the side of the house and the distant sound of water running. If she listened closely, she could hear Mor humming to Taylor Swift’s new album and…

And she could hear something else, too. A soft, velvet like voice that was so quiet she almost didn’t catch.

“Feyre darling…”

Her blood went cold. That was a man’s voice.

Feyre scrambled to her feet, trying to determine where it had come from. Outside? The kitchen? If she ran to look for a knife, would she be running right into danger? And Mor… Mor was in the shower. Completely defenseless.

“Feyre,” the voice called again, louder this time. Definitely inside. Every hair on her body stood on edge, and she frantically pulled out her phone to dial emergency services. Her hand was shaking as she raised the speaker to her ear.

There was no ringing.

Her heartbeat dragged her into each excruciating second as she waited for that dial tone, but there was only silence. Only silence and her rushing, hammering pulse.

She pulled the phone away from her ear to see it had died, despite being on full charge.

“Darling, you’re not ignoring me again, are you?”

Feyre put her hand over her mouth to smother the panic clawing up her throat. Did he not know where she was?

The closet door creaked, and Feyre watched in horror as a beautiful, naked man emerged from the darkness.

He wore a cruel smile, and his eyes lit up as they met hers. “Ah, there you are,” he said in that same deep, sensual voice. “I’ve been looking for you.”

The phone tumbled out of her hands, clattering as it smashed against the floor. He didn’t even wince at the sound. He merely kept his attention trained on Feyre, amusement twinkling in his star-kissed violet eyes.

“You’re…”

“Rhysand,” he finished, stepping into the room. Moonlight bathed his features, gleaming on his raven-black hair and brown skin. A half smile played on his lips as he theatrically bowed. “In the flesh.”

Feyre pressed her palms to her eyes and rubbed. “I must be asleep.”

The floorboards creaked under his approach. “Why are you so surprised, hmm?” he purred, circling her like a cat. “You called me here. So demanding, too. Anon, anon.”

“W-we called a spirit.”

Rhysand grinned in delight as his eyes roved over her. “Oh? And what do you think I am?”

“A doll,” she whispered, stumbling backwards until her back hit the wall. “You’re just a doll.”

“Just a doll?” he crooned, clicking his tongue. The sound settled through her body like a shot of hard liquor. “You’re going to hurt my feelings, Feyre. Is that why you’ve locked me in the closet all this time?”

“You’re not real,” she insisted.

In a single stride, Rhysand closed the distance between them. Feyre’s fingers dug into the drywall as his erection pressed against her stomach. His lips ghosted across her neck—warm and soft, just like his breath. She could feel it, fanning over her skin like he was human.

“Touch me,” he breathed. “Do I not feel real, Feyre?”

Something hot and wet slid across her throat—a tongue, followed by a set of teeth that bit down hard enough to make her cry out. His tongue returned to soothe that small hurt and, impossibly, Feyre found her cry tapering off into a moan. Found herself wondering what it might feel like if Rhysand did the same thing… lower down.

Rhysand made a low, guttural sound of approval. “You like that?”

“No,” she lied, surrendering her grip on the drywall so she could shove at his chest.

That only encouraged Rhysand to press closer, pushing Feyre’s back harder against the wall. She hissed as he gathered both her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head. “You called me here to service you,” he said, wedging his knee between her legs. “And yet, for months you wanted nothing to do with me.”

“I still want nothing to do with you,” she snarled, bucking her hips in defiance of the hand that was tugging at her jeans.

Rhysand almost seemed to be enjoying the pushback, like this were all some game as his hand dived beneath the waistband of her jeans. He chuckled darkly as his fingers sought the folds of her cunt. Feyre’s cheeks burned as he withdrew his glistening fingers. “Liar,” he whispered, almost sweetly. “You’re this wet at the sight of me? You could have been riding my dick this whole time.”

Feyre opened her mouth to protest, and Rhysand used the opportunity to shove his wet fingers into her mouth, making her taste her own arousal.

“Do you taste good darling?” he asked, pressing cruelly down on her tongue so that Feyre coughed against his digits. “Be a good girl and suck it clean.”

Tears sprang to her eyes, but after a humiliating moment Feyre obeyed, hollowing her cheeks to suck on his long, thick fingers.

“So pretty, when you obey me,” he cooed, pandering to some dark, twisted part of her that reveled in the praise. Fingers still in her mouth, Rhysand brought his lips to her ear, practically kissing her lobe as he whispered, “Tonight, Feyre, I’m going to use my new, pretty doll until she begs me to let her come. And then I’m going to fuck you until your spell forces me to leave.”

Feyre whimpered as he removed his fingers from her mouth and wiped the excess off on her cheek. She watched, half in dread and half in… something else, as he expertly unbuckled her belt.

“Turn around,” he growled.

She should be running, Feyre thought. Screaming until Mor could hear it over the shower and the music. Instead, she did as she was told, blinking back tears as she faced the wall. Cold leather bit into her skin as Rhysand used her own belt to tie her hands behind her back.

“Good girl,” he murmured, turning her back around with little more than a guiding hand on the shoulder. His eyes were so dark, swirling with heat and pleasure as he took in her flushed face and red-rimmed eyes. “Now get on your knees.”

His massive erection was still bobbing in the space between them. Feyre could only stare at the veins crawling up his long, thick shaft. It was the nicest penis she had ever seen, and part of her could help admiring it. The other, more rational half of her brain was panicking at the thought of trying to fit it into her mouth. Into any part of her body, really.

“Kneel.” Rhysand’s voice had gone cold with authority, and one look at his face had Feyre dropping to her knees. She looked up expectantly, and was almost disappointed when no praise came. Instead Rhysand grabbed a fistful of her hair and guided his flushed head to her lips. The tip was already beaded with his arousal, which he took care to spread over her bottom lip as though it were a balm.

Feyre’s face burned, and she stared up into his smirking face hoping he could read the hatred in her eyes. If anything, it seemed that the eye contact only improved his fun.

His grip on her hair tightened, and he tapped her cheek. “Open that pretty mouth for me, Feyre.”

If she bit it off, would he even feel it, she wondered?

With a shaky breath, Feyre parted her lips, only to immediately gag as Rhysand thrusted his hips. It was too much too soon, and she spluttered as her throat started to spasm around his cock. He held her hair tightly as she tried to rear back, desperate for air.

“Shhh, relax darling. A good doll takes it.” He held his hips still as she choked on him, stroking her hair as he waited for her to adjust.

Feyre couldn’t see past the tears blurring her vision, but she focused on breathing through her nose. Rhysand hummed once she’d regained control.

“Just like that,” he said, reaching down to brush the tears away from her cheeks. “See? Such a perfect fuck doll.”

He pushed his hips farther, seemingly determined to make her take the whole length of him. Again, Feyre’s throat began panicking at the intrusion, but with her arms behind her back and her scalp burning from how firmly Rhysand held her still, there was nothing she could do but take.

She swallowed in an effort to breathe, encouraging him even deeper. That earned Feyre a low, scraping groan that turned her body molten.

Every man who had ever touched her—and there had admittedly not been many—had always done so with tenderness, like she was a delicate, breakable thing. Now, her knees were aching from their position on the floor, and her eyes stung from a fresh round of tears, and her heart was racing like she had never felt more alive.

“Fuck, Feyre. Your mouth is perfect.”

Once, Mor tried to teach her about pairing wine—how certain flavors compliment each other just right. Feyre didn’t think she had ever understood that concept as well as she did right then, when the tugging on her hair was paired with just the right amount of praise that any registered pain transcended into pleasure.

She moaned, actually moaned, around his cock. Her drool was starting to coat her chin and it was filthy and strange and wrong, but it was like she had traded all of those things for a hit of desire. It was racing through her bloodstream, rewiring every nerve until she was nothing more than a slave to sensation.

There was only Rhysand and how much she suddenly ached to please him.

His grip tightened. Feyre whimpered, lost to the edge of pain and pleasure as Rhysand began thrusting into her mouth in earnest. “So pretty like this,” he grunted. “Fucking made to take my cock, Feyre.”

Rhysand’s rhythm faltered, and he yanked her forward until her lips were flush against his pelvis. Feyre fought her gag reflex as she felt his erection throb, followed seconds later by a warm, salty liquid that poured down her throat.

“Swallow,” he instructed, voice warbled with pleasure. He waited until she obeyed before he pulled her off him, smirking as he watched a string of come hang from her lips to the tip of his penis. Feyre quickly angled her head to wipe her mouth against her shoulder.

He tilted his head. “Aren’t you going to thank me for the midnight snack?”

“I… I didn’t know that you could do that,” she whispered, voice little more than rasp.

Rhysand stroked her hair, looking extremely pleased with himself. “ I can do much more than that, Feyre. Allow me to prove it to you.”

He didn’t wait for an answer before he used her belted hands to haul Feyre to her feet. Feyre already sensed what was coming next as he walked her to the bed, and she could no longer say it was fear thrumming in her veins as Rhysand pushed her onto her stomach.

Feyre let him pose her, obedient just like the doll he wanted as he tugged off her clothes and raised her bare ass into the air. She was so wet she could feel how it coated the inside of her thighs.

Rhysand wasted no time in taking her just like that. There was no slow thrusting to help her accommodate to his size—and she understood why. She was a doll, and dolls weren’t fucked for her pleasure, they were fucked for his.

She gasped into the covers as he stretched her open, forcing her to take it all as he held her down with a single hand on the wrists tied at her back.

“Is this how you like to be fucked, Feyre?” he asked roughly.

Ferye tried to answer, tried to reach for words that could possibly explain this strange haze of desire and passion and hatred and self-loathing. Yes, got stuck in her throat, but so did no. Neither of them quite described the pleasure that clawed relentlessly up her spine. And how could she speak around the breath he forcefully expelled from her lungs with every decadent, brutal thrust?

She was only capable of whining and hoping that he could decipher what that meant.

Rhysand kissed her along her throat. “Don’t worry, darling,” he panted. “I know what you need. Fuck dolls need to be filled, don’t they? Just like this.”

Full. That was a perfect way to describe it. She felt so, so perfectly full. Is this what she could have felt like the whole time?

She was suddenly hoisted up by a hand in her hair, forcing her to arch her back. The angle allowed Rhysand impossibly deeper, until he was hitting a spot that had her legs shaking. He turned her head, every muscle in her body so strained, so tight, so under his control as he pressed his lips to hers. His tongue pushed into her mouth, seizing control there, too, and Feyre had never felt so weightless.

“My beautiful Feyre,” he whispered, letting her taste every syllable. “You love this, don’t you? Like your body knows it’s mine.”

He punctuated that thought with another thrust that had her vision turning white.

“Do you want to come, darling?” he purred, like he was so generous for asking. “You have to say it.”

She whined in response, because she wanted too much to give voice to.

He clicked his tongue, biting her bottom lip in reprimand. That only sent her further towards the edge, especially when accompanied by the hand that was suddenly between her legs, rubbing against her clit in rhythm to his savage pace.

“Beg for it,” he said, eyes bright and burning as they watched her struggle for words.

“Please,” she managed with a sob. “Please, Rhys—ah-and, please let me come.”

This time, Rhysand was the one who whined. “Say it again.”

“Plea—”

“No,” he interrupted harshly. “Say my name.”

“Rhys—” she was cut off with a gasp as Rhysand smothered her mouth with his own, circling her clit with a vigor that had her trembling in his arms. His tongue sampled every sound that tried to escape her throat, swallowing her moans of pleasure as her body tightened.

Her pleasure rose to an unsustainable height—until it bordered pain, until it bordered freedom. She was crying as she shattered into fractals of starlight, and Rhysand kept her moving through it. Kissing her like her lips were the only thing that tethered him to this plane of existence.

Until he broke away to murmur, “Again.”

At first, she thought he meant his name. But those fingers were still moving—too fast— against her clit. Feyre shook her head, a fresh wave of tears springing to her eyes. “I can’t.”

He smiled, cruel and beautiful enough that she knew he was going to prove her wrong. “My pretty little doll is going to come as many times as I say she will. So again, Feyre.”

Releasing her hair, Rhys let her fall face-first back onto the bed so he could redouble his efforts. He kept her legs spread open with his thighs, holding her pinned so tightly in place that she couldn't squirm away as he circled her clit again and again and again.

“You’re going to come on my cock as many times as I want you to,” he growled.

Feyre sobbed into the sheets, twitching from overstimulation as her body was forced to accept every stab of pleasure. He dragged her towards the edge faster this time, still riding off the pleasure of her last high.

She clenched painfully tight around him.

“Again.”

“Rhysand,” she begged.

“Who do you belong to?” he snarled.

“You.”

That answer seemed to change something in him. Rhysand’s pace became slower, less punishing. She could have collapsed from the relief. “That’s right Feyre,” he said, stroking a hand over her spine. “You belong to me.”

She felt him unfasten the belt at her wrists, and then he was flipping her onto her back.

Those eyes were softer than before, and when he kissed her it was sweet, gentle.

“I belong to you, too,” he whispered, tucking his face into her collarbone and he re-entered her this way. Pleasure ebbed like a wave over that shore of pain, and this time when she went over, Rhysand went too.

It felt like touching starlight. Hot and bright and burning.

When she opened her eyes, he was staring at her with open reverence. “Thank you for summoning me.” He kissed her forehead. “Do me a favor and ride my face every once in a while.”

Feyre laughed, collapsing against the bed as she struggled to regain her breath. “I’m pretty sure the spell said your contract lasts until dawn.”

His answering grin was fiendish.

Feyre buried her face in his neck, noting that he smelled like the witches brew candle. Sea salt and citrus and lavender. She smiled at the thought, grateful she’d kept everything she needed for the spell in her room. She had a feeling she would be returning to that page in the grimoire again… and again… and—

“Again.”

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A master post about my Nameless Ghoul OC, Glacier

So this is a post about my Ghoul oc, Glacier, who will be one of the main characters in my Ghost x TF2 fan fiction when/if I post it. If you're unfamiliar with the lore behind Ghost, I do explain little bits in here. Ask me if you have questions about him! --------

This also contains some headcanons of the official Ghouls. I will make a post about the Prequelle/Impera Ghouls soon. Post begins below!

Who and what is he?

Glacier is an Air Ghoul in the band Ghost, he plays the drums and does backup vocals. While Air Ghouls usually play keys in the Ghost project (the in lore name for the band), Glacier can play piano, he is however, much more gifted at the drums, resulting in two drummers being in the band instead of just one. Since I added him to the current Ghoul line up, that makes 9 instrumentalists instead of 8. Glacier is the younger brother of Cirrus, and was summoned at the same time as both her and her girlfriend, Cumulus, all three are Air Ghouls. I haven’t really figured out what his voice sounds like yet, but it’ll most likely have a soft Australian accent to it (like myself), I also imagine that he sings kinda like Hugh Jackman in "The Greatest Showman".

I’ll quickly list off the other Ghouls: Aether, rhythm guitarist, Dewdrop, lead guitarist, Rain, bass guitar, Mountain, drums, Cirrus, keyboard/keytar, Cumulus, keyboard and backing vocals, Swiss, semi-acoustic guitar, tambourine, backing vocals, and Sunshine, vocals and tambourine.

The majority of the stuff in here is based on my headcanons mixed with the fandoms’ ones. Any other Ghouls I mention in this are actual Ghouls, not ocs.

His pack (and a small Ghost lore dump)

Pack dynamics are generally centred around one Ghoul (or human), Glacier’s pack follows Aether and Copia, since Copia is the current leader of the Church, making him Papa Emeritus IV. To people on the outside, Ghoul packs can seem like a big polycule, but it’s something much deeper than that, it’s a relationship built on fierce loyalty for their leader. Usually a pack has multiple relationships inside of it, this is the same with this pack, there are currently 6 different relationships among the pack members. Ghouls sometimes like to sleep in a “pile” (just picture a cluster of 9 vaguely humanoid figures cuddled together), the pack leader is usually at the centre of this pile.

Appearance

He’s around 6’1, and has a nice bit of fat to him, meaning he has stretch marks on his belly, hips, and under his arms. His hair is mostly a lovely royal blue that has hints of different shade of blue in it, the rest of the hair on his head is a dark brown, he also has a short beard (pretty much just long stubble). The fur that runs across his back, chest, shoulders, and tail is the same brown as the hair on his head. His skin is a light grey, with a large smattering of freckles across his face, arms, and shoulders. His eyes are a glowing green, with the classic slit pupils. Like most Ghouls he has pointed ears that can be moved independently (like a cat, or drawing from my inspiration, the Na’vi), he also has a prehensile tail with a spaded tip, both the ears and tail are extremely expressive. He has sharp claws on both his hands and feet, and on his feet, and he has paw pads (cute). His chest, upper back, upper arms, and the base of his tail are covered in a layer of soft fur that, during the colder seasons, grows thicker and slightly longer (spring is a nightmare in the Abbey, if you have pets that shed you’ll understand). Like all Ghouls, Glacier has extremely sharp teeth and a rough, forked tongue. He also wears a few bits of jewelry: Three rings on his left hand, one on his right thumb, leather cuff bracelets, and two piercings on both of his ears. On his right arm is a sleeve tattoo, styled to look like the Japanese cloud design you see in art. This is in a light blue, almost white colour.

His horns are a bit different from the model, since I had limited resources on the website. They're black, with a grey gradient that gets lighter on each ridge. They also have glowing blue cracks towards the base of the horns (this will be explained later)

Ghoul qualities

Like all Ghouls, he is telepathic, this can be used by Ghouls to communicate when absolute silence is necessary, and is also used to communicate with any Ghoul who can’t or doesn’t feel like verbally speaking. Glacier also knows several forms of sign language, since Mountain uses it when he’s in his human appearance. Alright, so a general headcanon is that normally the Ghouls look like… well, Ghouls, but on tour or out in public they wear something called “glamour” which gives them a human appearance, but this also removes their abilities, such as telepathy. All Ghouls have their own scent, Glacier’s smells like a warm summer's day with a hint of orange. Scents are a way of telling who is a pack member, mate, or friend. As an Air Ghoul, Glacier can use Air magic, along with general spells. He has an excellent sense of smell, sight and hearing, like all Ghouls. He also has great night vision.

Bit of backstory

Glacier is bisexual and transgender, and underwent an extremely painful but worthwhile transformation, using a spell designed by a few older Quintessence Ghouls and Primo. Resulting in his horns growing and cracking, revealing a glowing blue interior. The whole transformation took a while, since some of his bones were reshaped and moved. He has top surgery scars, which like his horns, glow blue, and had magic bottom surgery basically (I won't go into detail), the transformation also swapped his body from producing estrogen to testosterone.

Personality and some likes

Glacier is a shy Ghoul, and will usually stick to the back of the pack in stressful or new situations. He’s extremely quiet when meeting new people, and can take a while to warm up to them. His stage personality is vastly different, he loves hyping up the crowd during the gap before Cirice, if he is called for. He can be a very energetic drummer, and will sometimes compete with Mountain (the other drummer) to see who can perform a certain trick. At the end of a Ritual he gives away any spare drumsticks he has, as well as collecting anything that fans have made for him or the band in general (normal end of Ritual stuff). Other than that, he enjoys stargazing, swimming, cooking, and helping out with chores or just helping around. Glacier also has ADHD, and will get overstimulated in stressful environments, resulting in a flight response.

Strengths and weaknesses

Glacier, like most Ghouls, is fiercely loyal and protective of his pack and family. This is also one of his greatest weaknesses. Glacier is also a great listener and will be there for anyone to talk to.

TF2 x Ghost

A few of you may know that I ship Glacier with Engineer, and am currently planning a few fics containing them. I won't give anything away, but I will be making a fic that explains how these two completely different universes end up coming together. A little I will give away is that Glacier and Dell are a T4T relationship, and that the start of their relationship is really cute. I shall leave you with this image

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corviisquire · 24 days

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gimme all the lore :D

oooooooo lore time :DDD

Disclaimer: this is original story that’s still ring workshopped and created so lore may/will change in the future!

Lore undercut :b

Here’s some links to fun lore:

https://www.tumblr.com/corviisquire/741458762379968512/massive-ranne-story-lore-dump-bc-i-hit-art-block

https://www.tumblr.com/corviisquire/746575533922500608/ranne-lore-two-different-types-of-languages-one

https://www.tumblr.com/corviisquire/747064714301947904/4-10-and-11-for-the-ask-game

https://www.tumblr.com/corviisquire/747760763943419904/oc-asks-yeaaaa-okay-red-blue-and-disco

https://www.tumblr.com/corviisquire/746893524825407489/thinking-about-ranne-my-beloved-lore-lorelei

Okay, I guess to start off is describing Ranne’s world a little bit. Geography is fun and I’m sure in the future I’ll do environmental paintings and maps a such. There’s two spheres in the world (it’ll have a name I promise). Sort of like the lands between but instead of there being other places outside of the lands between, this area is the only area. It’s fuckin’ huge, lets out it that way. There are plentiful human civilizations across the world but there pretty much spread part. They’re small in relative to what happens in the god sphere. God sphere is fuckin huge as well. Idk why I wrote this like I was gonna write some long ass essay.

This post explains it pretty well.

Ranne is the god of winter and birds. They fuckin tall. I had a size chart idk where it went.

Milborough is the god of autumn and rot. Find him in the tags.

Lorelei is the goddess of spring and flowers. She evil and also in the tags.

Cymbeline is the god of summer and insects and has been drawn like twice. They will be work shopped soon.

Punicae is the goddess of pomegranates and fertility. In tags.

Sir Dianthus Carnation is also in tags.

Idk if I missed anyone.

#oc #lore #ranne my beloved #ask #ask box

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hedgaroo · 7 months

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Hi I have a Ko-fi with commissions! I forgot to add that the chibi drawings are cheaper

But here is the link if you’d like a commission! I’ll probably do an art dump soon so you can see what else I can do, but also you can see on my Ko-fi! 😎👉👉

#taleblr #art #commission #commissions open #oc commissions

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ihave1braincell · 3 months

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Okay but why does the “sigma alpha wolf” dude have so much potential for a good OC???

Like, imagine wolf dude actually has schizophrenia, bipolar, psychosis, or some other hallucination inducing disorder???

Me and a friend were joking around. I was pretending to be the alpha wolf guy and she was my “kitten.”

…it ended up progressing to necrophilia and cannibalism. I’m actually here for it, though!

Now making art of this new found character of mine, Jacob 😓😓

—I’m getting into his story. Everything is fairly vague and just a summary of his lore, there’s still murder, gore, running away, delusions, hallucinations, necrophilia, cannibalism, and suicide—

Basically he deemed himself to be a red wolf alpha. He believed it with his whole heart, too. Recently, he found out that the red wolf population was growing after near extinction. He knew his role. He knew (had a delusion) that he was placed with his human parents so his species would be farther from extinction.

Now that red wolves were under protection and were growing… he knew it was him time to go. He ran away from his home, and started making his way to the red wolf reservation in Ohio. (He lives in Organ btw)

He was caught by the police, though. He believed his human girlfriend (“kitten”) was the one who reported him to the police and betrayed him. (He actually has no girlfriend that was another delusion)

When he was safely at home, he almost immediately suck out again. He went to his kitten’s house. (Remember, he has no “kitten.” This is just a poor random woman’s house (her husband was coincidentally away))

What follows next are taken directly from the joke messages between me and my friend:

“‘K-KITTEN??? WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?? I THOUGHT WE WERE 4LIFERS!!’

‘WE-‘

‘WE WATCHED SKIBIDI TOILET TOGETHER, SANG THE SONG, DRANK GRIMACE SHAKES TOGETHER, ETC!!’

‘THIS IS NOT FUNNY!!’

*alpha me scratches you and you die*

‘W-WAIT, NO KITTEN!! I DIDNT MEAN TO! WAKE UP!! PLEASE!! NO!!!!! MY OHIO LEVEL THREE GYAT ONE TWO BUCKLE MY SHOE LIGHTSKIN STARE KITTEN!!’

‘NOOOOOOOOOOO!!’

‘IM SO SORRY!!!! WAKE UP, PLEASE!!’

‘… i hurt my kitten, the one i swore to protect no matter the cost. i'm so sorry kitten. daddy loves you.’”

The next message is very long and detailed so I’ll summarize it.

Alpha guy apologizes and kisses kitten “one last time”

Although this was meant to be a goodbye kiss, he can’t seem to stop. He looks at the cut his claws made (stab wound) and then looks at his paws (hands.) It felt so weird. Her blood on him and his fur (small strands of hair) on her body.

They were one… why did he do this? She was his other half, and he just killed her! Maybe… maybe this lust he felt for her dead corpse was his subconscious trying to regain its missing half…

*long story short he fucks the corpse*

He cleaned himself up, wanting to cry but that would be very un-alpha of him. He felt as empty as before. His half still wasn’t with her. Then… he got an idea. A way he could always be with his kitten.

He started slowly eating the corpse. Saying things like “don’t worry, kitten. We’ll be one soon.”

Of course, he threw up barely mid-way through. He tried eating his own vomit back up, then tried to proceed eating, but he just kept throwing up. He also knew that if he waited too long, he would have to take a dump. But at the same time… he was willing to eat his own shit to have his kitten inside him.

He ended up trying that idea, and guess what? He kept throwing up. He was already half-dead from food poisoning, and he finished himself off out of despair.

As he faded away into whatever you think is the aftermath of death, he looked at her face. The thing he was going to eat last. It was a face that wasn’t his kittens.

#alpha wolf #grrrrr #oc #story #sorry lol #funny

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cyber-rory13 · 1 month

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Hello everybody!

My names Rory, and I’m back on tumblr for the bajillionth time and rebranding for the bajillionth time (seriously why did I ever leave in the first place, I love yall)

Anyways… here’s my whole spiel about who I am, what I do, etc.

^^^ where I post from lolz. Anyways, here are the basic stats

Name/what y’all can call me - Rory, Cyber Rory, idk anything else just not any of my old names if you know them

Age - 19

God what else do you put in these OH OMG

Pronouns - irl they/them, online they/it (and ask about neos if interested)

Sexuality/gender identity - i identify as bisexual, abrosexual, and gender-fluid (please do not use he/him or she/her even if I say I feel more masculine/feminine, they/them is always preferred)

What’s my deal - I’m an artist! Previously I never really posted my own stuff, but now I want to start doing that. Obviously I’ll still repost things I like, but it’s not gonna be my whole page lolz. I started taking my art more seriously since I switched my major from marine bio to a double major in art and psych (physics and chem are too hard) I’m currently not in school (I had to withdraw during the middle of my first semester due to mental health issues, but I’m going back this fall! So excited!!)

What kind of art? - glad you asked. Im really into Frutiger aero and cybercore at the moment, so that’s what I usually base my art around, but I really don’t have one set style/“aesthetic” in my art. I go in between Frutiger aero, cybercore, y2k, scene, mizuiro, and basically anything else that I can sneak the color blue in

Other fun things about me

Music I’m into - I don’t mean to be one of those “oh I’m into everything” kind of people, as it’s not fully true, but it’s true like 90% of the time. My favorite genres right now are metal core, emo, whatever Ayesha erotica, millionaires, and slayyyter are, and ambient instrumentals (more specifically cybercore ambience and the little big planet soundtrack) I will not listen to most country, and pop music is very hit or miss, but other than that I usually like everything else. Specific bands I’m into include bad omens, mcr, motionless in white, spiritbox, and pierce the veil

Shows/Animes I’m into - hot take but I really don’t like to watch tv *gasp* I know I know, but it’s so hard for me to start new shows and keep watching them, especially if episodes are longer than 20-30 mins. Even with anime I have a hard time watching shows that I wasn’t into over a year ago. I’m really into JJK, Haikyuu, Yuri on Ice (rip), the aquatope on white sands, and tbhk

Other things I’m into - just gonna dump them all here lolz. Blues clues, Winnie the Pooh, stuffed animals (NOT squishmallows, hot take sorry) deltarune/undertale, sally face, Fran bow, project sekai (forgot to put vocaloid in music lolz), and the ds and Wii era Nintendo

ALMOST DONE

I’ll be setting up either a card or a link tree hopefully soon, but I’m also on TikTok (regretfully) and instagram, both are @/cyber.rory13 if y’all are interested. Eventually I hope to open up commissions and/or a sticker and print shop, but for now I’m waiting til I have more traction on my socials as shops cost money, and I’ve been unemployed since October (starting work in may tho!) so I don’t want to make that investment quite yet. Commissions however, I’m open to the idea of them, so if you are interested feel free to message me and we can talk about details there (they will have to be digital or traditional transferred to digital). And finally, the moment like one of y’all has been waiting for, some of my actual art!

Digital

Traditional

Anyways, I hope you all enjoy, my page is a safe place and feel free to reblog really engage anyway if you’d like to be mutuals! Slay queen!!

#frutiger aero #webcore #nintendo #artists on tumblr #traditional art #digitial art #bad omens #my chemical romance #cybercore #mutuals #yo mama #genderfluid #bisexual #abrosexual #jjk #yuri on ice #tbhk #neurodivergent #slayyyyy

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mathias-wanabe · 1 month

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Fellows folk and fae, welcome to my page

I guess since I post things on here I should have an intro? Though it’s probably not needed I’m jumping on the bandwagon anyways.

I don’t exactly have a dependable name on here yet so I guess you can call me Mathias (totaly didn’t steal the name from the announcer :>

stuff I like :>

Other then loving chonny jash my interest, in no particular order are,

Outer wilds

Deltarune

Backfirewall_

Tally hall/miracle musical

Hollow knight

Good omens

Perhaps more if I remember the things I like.

I mostly draw chonny jash related art, occasionally will say random things, but usually I just stay as one of Thoes background you forget about the moment I’m out of view.

DNI:

I got the average DNI, basically just don’t hate on others (saying mean things is kinda rude to do) AND If i do something that I don’t realize is bad, please let me know! I’m relatively new to this app and I’m not a very social person so I can be kinda dumb sometimes:) but I’ll be glad to fix my errors if I can!

Not sure what else to put here so here’s some fun facts?

I have the diverging of nuros, specifically adhd, and if I get the SLIGHTEST chance I will info dump so much that you’ll forget why you were talking to me in the first place.

I also like to write a bit, I have my own chonny jash-verse god AU in mind but I’ve only really posted it to the CJ fan discord. (It’s also very loosely made)

Lmk if yall wana see it here!

My favorite album of CJ is GW/TNLH despite never reading any of the books. I plan to one day hopefully soon. (And if there are any of you ao3 writers thinking of making a Fanfic for that album this is your sign to do so I am VERY content deprived)

Well. It’s obvious that I write alota stuff :/

Anyways that’ll be it for now! I’ll update as I live on but until my next appearance on this app I will say my goodbyes.

And I shall see you when I do

: >

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srorgana1 · 10 months

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Into the Reverb (Kylo Ren/Reader)

Chapter Twenty Seven

As much as you wanted to tell Kylo your feelings, life unfortunately got in the way. After that amazing night, both of you were consumed with work. You barely saw Kylo during the workday, often out of the studio doing interviews and preparing for tour. You had started with Chewie, learning all the things you didn't know he oversaw. It was a lot.

You had one freak-out at the beginning, overwhelmed with all the information Chewie had dumped on you that day. Kylo, being the amazing man that he is, held you and let you rant and cry. He kissed away your tears, telling you how amazing you were. How were you so lucky to land a man like this?

You caught on to your role quickly though, impressing Chewie and upper management. Chewie would beam at you when you completed something all on your own and say, "I knew you could do this Y/N, see?" You were so thankful for him. The hardest day for you though was today. You have to meet with Sand Scavenger's manager on your own to discuss their issues and to let them go. Even after their conversation with Phasma, they continued to fuck around.

It was your first big test to do this on your own. During your meeting with him, you explained their lack of progress and their unprofessional behavior. You watched his thin lips crumple into a deep scowl as you told him of their meeting with Phasma. "Well, I know I should be advocating for them, but they didn't tell me any of this,” he says, looking over the paperwork.

“I can honestly say I am not surprised. I really do thank you for informing me. I agree they have broken their contract with you all and have full grounds to dismiss them" he says signing his name on the necessary lines. He stood and shook your hand, apologizing for the inconvenience caused to both you and the studio. You let out a breath as he left the meeting room.

Taking out your phone, you smile at the text from Kylo. Good luck today baby girl, go kick some ass. See you later <3. Your cheeks warm at his overwhelming confidence in you. You need to tell him soon. He deserves to know you love him. You have almost said it multiple times in times of passion but held back, feeling that it wasn't the right time and place.

He leaves in two weeks and time is running out. You cradle your head in your hands. C'mon Y/N you can do this, you need to tell him. But how? You huff out a breath, frustrated with yourself as you collect your items and tidy up the meeting room. You look at your phone, reviewing your schedule for today. Chewie had some other upper management meetings today, leaving you free to your own devices after lunch.

Your fingers twitch at the thought of using that time to work on something that has been bouncing around your brain for a bit. You had a bit of inspiration one night as Kylo slept. You scribbled out random lyrics as you gazed upon his handsome features. You wanted to revisit it and see if it was any good. Maybe that was what you needed to be able to tell him. You smile at the plan forming in your head. Yes, I’ll work on this today and while riding that high, tell him how much he means to you.

Your phone pings at you, reminding you of the next meeting. Excited for your plan for the rest of the day, you exit the meeting room and head down the hallway. Your soul perks at the sound of music flowing from different studio rooms. The creative energy is palpable here. It excites your sensory system, inspiring you more.

You were put on this earth to do this, to create art and give it to the world to enjoy. You smile as you pass one of the windows, seeing DeeDee laughing with one of the solo artists you recently signed. He was excited to sign with D'Kar, raving about all the good things he had heard. It made you proud to know you contributed to that reputation. Good things were happening here, and you were optimistic for the future.

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Kylo flexes his hands over the keyboard, fighting off a shiver as he settles onto the stool. This room is way too fucking cold, he thinks as he watches Vic tunes his acoustic guitar. They had just finished a radio interview with KYSR and had agreed to play their next single acoustically for them as a favor for being a sponsor for the tour. Kylo shook his head, impressed by Hux's resources and connections. It's one of the reasons he continues to deal with him, but he knows deep down they wouldn't be here without him.

He's pulled out of his thoughts by Vic clearing his throat. "You ready Ky?" he says. "Yep, let's do this" he responds, giving a thumbs up to the producer and DJ. The record light switches on. "Welcome back all, this is Chris from KYSR, your home for all things Rock. We are back with Kylo and Vic from The Knights of Ren. We have something special in store for you all, my friends.

They are here in our Monster Energy studio and are going to bless us with a special performance for their newest single Not Strong Enough. We appreciate all your support for this amazing band and hope you come out to one of their shows on the Revelations Tour this summer. Tickets are still on sale on their website. This is Not Strong Enough, live on KYSR.”

The producer waves his hand signaling them to start. "One, two, three…" Vic counts out as Kylo’s fingers hit the keys. The melody flows around them as Vic starts to sing, fingers tapping against the body of his guitar. Kylo’s head nods, his messy waves floating into his eyes.

Flipping his hair back, he hears Vic start to play, signaling him to begin to harmonize. It brings him back to when you first played the song for him, anxious to hear what he thought. The song was gorgeous in his opinion. You had woven his lyrics with a haunting melody which was perfect for the album. It really rounded out the feeling of the album, a slower more emotionally heavy song.

He smiles at the memory as he harmonizes with Vic, staying low and steady while Vic adds emotion through the changing of octaves. While he loved the version on the album, hearing it played acoustic was special to him. It made him happy he got to share this with others so they can have the same spine-tingling sensation he had.

As they finish the final chorus, his fingers slow down on the keys. He looks up to see the DJ and producer have been joined by a couple other people who are all smiling and clapping. He smiles and waves at the growing crowd of people. “Wow guys, that was amazing!” the producer’s voice came through the speaker. “C’mon back and then we will let ya go.” Handing off their microphones, he followed Vic into the radio studio lounge. “Thanks so much for doing that, guys. We really appreciate you both taking time out of your busy schedules. Let Hux know we will be in touch.” Kylo nods and shakes the producer’s hand.

“You guys can hang if you want to,” the producer says, opening the door for them. “We catered sushi from Kenji if you’re interested, no pressure though” he says with a smile. Vic looks at Kylo like a kid in a candy store. He chuckles, shaking his head. “Why not?” he says as Vic smiles bigger.

His phone pings as multiple social media notifications pop up with the video of their performance. Damn that was fast, he thought as they entered the meeting room. Grabbing his phone, he put it on silent. He doesn’t get a thrill out of watching the views and comments rise like others do. It’s a necessary evil in his opinion.

He smiles, slipping more into his rockstar persona. He schmoozes for the sake of the band, enjoying some expensive sushi. He doesn’t realize some of the notifications were from you, each message becoming more and more frantic.

#adam driver #kylo ren x reader #knights of ren #kylo ren #rockstar! kylo ren #kylo x y/n #star wars au #kylo ren au #kylo ren fanfic #kylo fanfic #adam douglas driver #adamdriver #Spotify

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bvannn · 2 months

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Weekly Update March 15, 2024

Something is wrong with me today, but I’m not sure what. I’m keeping an eye on what I suspect it may be, although it’s more likely a sleep related problem. I’ll try to get to bed early tonight. I did a good amount of artstuffs this week, though.

First real significant thing I did this week was record a bunch of melodies for songs and covers. I’m getting somewhere on the main cover I’m working on, and I’ll be tweaking the vocals hopefully soon and possibly posting a WIP once they’re acceptable. I think I will need to chop up the wav file and add effects only to specific notes to add more bite, since vocaloid seems to not really be able to do that. That’s fine I’m a smart person sometimes I can get around it.

Other instrumental songs are going well too. Made good progress on an old Zelda medley/cover I’d been working on, and another instrumental character theme has a good outline. I’ll try to really push for them soon, and once I get the Zelda one done I’ll poke at mechanical license websites to see how bad pricing is and see what songs are even available. The vocal cover should be, since it’s from a mainstream band, but I don’t know if video game music will be available, we’ll see. I might also go in for more recording tonight to see if a bit of movement/exercise would help whatever physical problem I’m having today.

I also have been having awful insomnia, which I’ve been using the time to try chipping away at lyrics for the two ‘vocal’ songs I’m done with otherwise. I’m sitting down and doing one section per session, so with any luck I can get those done soon too.

Drawings are also going well enough. I’m getting weirdly self conscious about my art, since I haven’t really seen a lot of growth in interaction on any of the sites I post to except here. Thank you guys for sticking with me! I’m trying to pull myself together to do more small drawings, so you guys have a bit more to look at for now, although I also have been chipping away at that comic still. I need to write/thumbnail 2 more scenes and edit, then I should be good to make actual pages.

Aside from the initial pitch comic I’m thinking about the outlines for the rest of the stories a bit more now. I get anxious when I get insomnia so I’ve been trying to just write in general, so I can at least be productive with the time, and that’s included lyric stuff, TTRPG stuff, and a lot of OC story stuff. I’m always afraid to lore dump on here unless I’m explicitly asked, for fear of coming off as annoying, but all things considered people seem to like the posts that include lore a bit better so my fear is probably unfounded. Perhaps I will do more on my own, but if you ever really want lore never be afraid to send an ask. I also tag the names of my reoccurring OCs so people can search my blog for them if they want to see more of any specific character.

Also speaking of writing, am still chipping away at an Anime Campaign/Epithet TTRPG game. I put up a poll on the epithet subreddit, which was a cleverly disguised way to gauge interest in an epithet pre-written campaign, since people are more likely to interact with a poll than to upvote a post. There were fourty something people who responded, almost unanimously positively. I might throw another one up there to see how many would actually be interested in DMing, but if feedback comes back positive I might turn what I’ve been working on into a prewritten module for others to run as well. That’d also be a fun writing project, which will be nice because writing is lower effort and lets me rest more, and rest is what I think I need right now.

Good amount of stuff got done this week despite me being in generally poor health. I will try to get better. Focusing on more writing stuff with smaller drawings like headshots will try to be the focus for next week.

#weekly update

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5t4r1i9ht · 2 months

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I've moved for place to place trying to find a place that truly enchants me, I get word of Romania a beautiful country known for its castles and landscapes after studying the language for a while only to get partially fluent I decide it's time to move out, I've enjoyed Florida with the warmth and it's beaches but it truly isn't for me. Grabbing my leather Swiss army bag and a duffle bag and a pack pack I set out. I get on a train heading to Vâlvea County, on this trip I take out my laptop and begin to message the person I plan to stay with for the first few months till I get on my feet, he was the reason I planned to move to Romania anyways. He and I have been friends since I was little, we met at my middle school both of us were Cuban and we bonded over our interests in art. 'Andrew' though my nickname for him was 'Scot' somehow and he called me 'Nyx' I've always been enthralled by the stars and night sky.

"Hey how many more hours do you have till your here" -'Scotty <3'

"About and hour and 30 mins now"-'Nyxxypoo'

"I know your..different but some of the stuff here is intense, you won't be able to leave after coming here Nyx. It's your decision but I want you to be sure.- 'Scotty <3'

"I'm certain Scot, don't worry about me remember I may be older now but I'm just as skilled or more!"-'Nyxxypoo'

"I know I know, I'll see you soon<3"-'Scotty <3'

I smile and prepare some designs of jewelry I'd like to make before arriving at the village, a piece of amber that has a fly infused in it is what I hope to be my first finished project after moving in.

-Time skip-

I got off the train, Scot said he'd be here soon to pick me up. When a Dacia 1300 pulled up that was purple with pale green accents I knew it was him "Hop in loser I got a lot to tell you" I roll my eyes putting my bags in the trunk and pulling out an Amethyst necklace that I made for him. I go to the front seat accidentally slamming the door warning me a glare from Scot, I pull out the necklace smiling oddly making his glare soften. Taking it from my calloused hands he smiles softly "thank you Nyx" I smile proudly seeing it fit his vibe. Off we go, he began to ramble about the village I signed myself off for, cold, a god? That's a woman? 4 lords?, huh? I blanked out a bit and after dumping enough information to fit inside the sun he turns to me "did you get that?" I nod awkwardly 'no' he sighs "you'll see anyways it should be fine." Now that concerned me. I raise an eyebrow "we're hereeeee!" He bursts out with a grin. I sigh opening my sides door and walking to the open trunk taking out my bags we head to the door as he fumbles with his keys. "I split the garage in half so now you'll be able to do your stuff and I'll do mine. you can put your stuff here" he motions to the now open side of the door.

WOW.

This is real.

And definitely happening.

I need a drink.

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This is my first time making a comic like this so I apologize for the messiness but I added the fic I based it on, it is my work so there’s no need to tag another creator but I do hope you enjoy this silly comic I plan on posting more here, I just got over a years worth art block so I hope it’s no problem. Eventually I’ll move to digital media but my drawing tablets cable broke so I need to wait to buy a replacement ❤️

#fanfic #cómic #alcina x female reader #alcina x y/n #alcina dimitrescu x fem! reader #lgbt #queer

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akitothemightydorito · 1 year

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YES HELLO INFODUMP PLS AND THANK U I wish to know about reader design, and designs in general, and also all the other characters (very curious about u mentioning Gregory - how is the chaos gremlin gonna show up, I need to know)

Info dump pt.1

YESS FINALLY!!! I GET TO INFO DUMP RAHHHH!!!!

So I did mention that Gregory would be introduced and we do in fact have an early concept of him when the prologue and other chapters were fleshed out (by the way art isn’t mine!! It’s my co-writers !!)

Here are two drawings of him! The one of the left is one “before he was trapped on island” and “After a while he was on the island” 2 years before reader to be exact which doesn’t really show much other than he’s a sneaky little bugger when reader encounters him. And oh boy is he a nuisance! Before the main plot begins Gregory was stranded after Eclipse attacked the ship he was on that he sneaked on to get away from the orphanage he lived in and pretty much was caught in the unfortunate event of Eclipse taking notice.

You could say Gregory was in a similar boat to the reader (I’m funny I swear-) and was saved somehow he survived drowning. Gregory eventually comes across Freddy and long story short he gets adopted by the giant grizzly (I’ll show size comparison soon !!) and becomes the local menace. Like, bro literally now thinks he’s invincible with Freddy by his side!? Mess with Monty and enter his territory? Freddy is there to quickly deescalate the territorial croc and remove Gregory as soon as he gets word, Greg is given a stern talking to for the nth time now. Oh what’s that? Gregory is provoking Roxy and Chica again? DAMMIT GREGORY WE DONT NEED MORE FIGHTS (context: Roxy and Chica aren’t on good terms early on due to competing for the same territory for the open plains)

All in all I think you can guess a few ways Gregory might make a first impression on the reader >:3

Okay moving onto Freddy!! The father bear himself! So I don’t remember all heights of the characters off by heart and the part where I discussed them is waaaaaayyyyyy back in a chat so until I get it I’m gonna try and estimate on what faint memory I have! Freddy is based of a brown grizzly and has a human like figure but mixed in with bear with lots of fur! His lightning marks and stripes have been turned into scars from an old conflict, of what? We don’t know since not even Gregory can pry it out from him….maybe it’s reluctance??

Here is some of the concepts! I’ll show the size difference below separately!! But yeah I hope this helps get an idea of what he’s supposed to look like!! Freddy is also known to keep the peace’s between everyone (and to keep Gregory in check-). He’s a friendly fellow but…he wasn’t always so tame before…never mind!

HABSHEINEBSUW EVERY TIME I SEE THIS I WANNA JUST SQUEEZE WHATEVER IS CLOSET RAHHH-

Freddy is basically the best to give out cuddles and a great napping partner, rivaled by DJ Music man though!

NOW I’m just gonna quickly move onto the MC themselves, Y/n!! OMG I AM SO EXCITED!! as you have probably seen in the prologue of EOTE (eyes of the eclipse. Shorter title) then you know that reader is German in WWII but!! They aren’t exactly one to see eye to eye with the views on Jews and so they vowed to help any Jew they could escape the county and basically be a human smuggler for Jews! The design I showed where reader is in a trench coat actually is what they use to get around, find sources of where Jews are being transported etc. basically just a disguise out of their Dad’s cloths. Reader also worked in a factory like some people did wearing overalls since both men and woman wore them during the mid 1930’s! (Same can also be said for Gregory’s clothes but for the early 30’s)

Headcannon: since Y/n and Gregory are both from Germany and speak both English and German, they like to confuse the others on the island on purpose by suddenly switching languages mid conversation! They also say curses in German either as a reflex or accident if it makes sense

I just find my own little HC funny hehe.

Next up we have Roxy!!! She actually is one character I remember the height for exactly and the reason I can remember Eclipse’s as well lol. She’s actually an astounding 7’3 when on her hind legs. The reason for her very tall height is because she is based off one of these:

RED MAINED WOLVES BABY!!! this also makes sense as to why she’s alone and doesn’t want to have a pack as well as wanting to have the plains for herself as she feels more in her element in taller grass! He legs and paws also have that same gradient of black fur going on as well as her having a puffy mane and fur. I also may or may not have said she is able to run top speed when she runs on all fours thus being a good way to scare reader :p

Like I mentioned she is able to walk and run on all 4’s just like she can on two legs but she prefers going on all 4’s though. Makes her hunts more easier and keep that pesky bird out her DAMMN Territory!! >:/

Only have 1 rough sketch of her so far since reader is yet to encounter Roxy or anyone else haha but here take in the tall maned beauty in all her glory! :D

Her more early concepts. Might have more added to her soon though 👀 (shhh!)

She isn’t one for being all that social and is Gregory’s #2 target whenever he feels like causing issues and risking his life. She also sometimes accidentally stumbles across Chico’s territory a few times which leads to a few scuffles and chase outs between the two so no one’s really surprised, Freddy manages to stop them before things get rough tho!!

Okay I have some juice left to dump about 1 more character before I pass out! ITS DJMM!!!! AHHHH so, so…He is a HUGE Drider that lives in a cave deep in the forest of the island. I have a few sketches but I can’t find them at the moment but in my next info dump I’ll be sure to get them! So basically he gives the vibe a jumping spider would: Harmless and sweet! Which is true when he’s Docile and unthreatened but when that changes he can show off his huge venomous fangs that can paralyze and even be lethal depending on dosage. Did I mention he also has soft fuzz on his boddy but not entirely covering his carapace? No? Oh well yeah he does but that also plays part in his threatening stance! He has the ability to shoot out barbed hairs out just like a tarantula (I physically shivered when I typed that, ugh!) but also be wary for his webs! Not only are his fangs and fluff a problem but also his webs! They have the consistency of a Golden ord weaver: strong and resilient but also soft and silky so if you’re caught, you’re trapped there for good!

Another small detail I wanna mention is the mini Music man’s in the SB game that chase you through the vents have basically become a cluster of mini driders (perhaps some young MM adopted ??) and so he is basically a protective father over all of them so anything coming their way is a threat on sight! You enter the cave without him knowing and your done for pal, game over!! >•<. Also, Also MM doesn’t speak verbally but he does communicate through chirps and other vocal sounds he’s able to make like clicks as well!! (He’s so sweet!!)

Okay that’s part 1 of this info dump done but I got more coming this way!! I got Monty, Chica, Sun, Moon and Eclipse to do next!!

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