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WIP CHOICE AWARDS;
I was tagged by the ever so wonderful @morvaris to do this really fun tag game! Thank you sm Nico! Hopefully this’ll help me get over my procrastination lmao
Tagging: @sstewyhosseini @chuckhansen @risingsh0t @confidentandgood @simonxriley @florbelles @indorilnerevarine @faerune @nokstella @rosenhall @liurnia @arklay @roofgeese @jinfromyarikawa @statichvm @marivenah @shellibisshe @captastra @jacobseed @shadowglens @fenharel @duffmckagans @jackiesarch @queennymeria @aedvcan @baldurians @arthrmorgann @jennystahl @minaharkers @betharmon @jillvalentinesday @lucarias @cybilbennettgf @malefiicarum @brujah @necroticpetals + @solasan
RULES: make a 24-hour poll with (the names of) your wips, let it run, then complete one section/sentence for every vote the winner received!
#tagged*#misc: mutuals#morvaris#thank you sm m’love!#this is gonna be fun I can tell#some have other outfits for their anime styles but they’re either work or school uniform#so I’ll do them eventually
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ohhh, how abt mikhail + goro, panam, rogue and kerry? 👀
oc get-along asks!
🍙 - goro takemura
NOW THIS IS INTERESTING because both of them have been part of arasaka security so they would be able to bond in a very specific way that i cannot explain but it's in the same way as how mikhail and shiro (another one of my ocs, also an old man, also ex arasaka security) and vitali and shiro bonded. they all look at the world from a specific strategic point of view which makes them see the benefits of befriending each other because of the advantages it could give them in the future so their relationship would've been strictly professional at first, and then Later they would actually become friends
mikhail and goro didn't interact a lot during the in-game events but they properly meet after the arasaka arc. vincent was very excited about goro being back so mikhail (who mostly just saw goro during the arasaka arc as an enemy since he was back with arasaka) really made an effort to go into it as unbiased as possible and it didn't take him very long to warm up to the old man. both of them are now in some sort of head of security + bodyguard position but for a different fixer so they see eye to eye on a lot of things and work very well together :]
🚙 - panam palmer
mikhail and panam don't hang out a lot but when they do, they enjoy each other's company! mikhail will probably never get used to panam's playful banter but he knows it's all just fun and games and likes tagging along when she and vincent are going out for whatever
he's less likely to go on gigs with her mainly because their fighting styles are very different and they would just spend the entire gig fearing for their lives because of the other not doing things the way they want it to go LMAO so they mostly just hang out in their free time or see each other around at vitali's office and that's about it <3
🥃 - rogue amendiares
mikhail and rogue also don't see each other very often, but they both have a lot of respect for each other. mikhail knows better than to try and start shit with rogue and admires how she handles her business as well as all the shit with the council without losing her fucking mind in the process SHGJFDGHJD
in return, rogue knows about how mikhail used to fuck over both kang tao and arasaka by passing along information between the two corporations in secret and she is very impressed that he managed to get all of it done without getting caught
so yeah it's mostly just an "admiring each other from a distance and occasionally working together" kind of relationship :] but that is ok mikhail would Not know what to talk about with rogue LMFAO
🎤 - kerry eurodyne
as already mentioned in another ask, i have not in fact met kerry in the game so i have no idea what this guy is like SHGJFDGDJ considering he doesn't really play a role in my canon as of now, i don't think he and mikhail would get along very well they would both just be the equivalent of the standing man emoji were they to ever meet each other 😭😭😭
#asks#mutuals#morvaris#ask:mikhail#oc asks#mikhail is a lot less involved in the main storyline so i have less to yell about for him :(( he's just chilling on the sidelines#i love him so much though. my stick bug boyfriend
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35 (running your finger down their spine) + ewskers!!
35. running your finger down their spine + diana x wesker.
words: 2.2k
warnings: nudity, body image, referenced nsfw content
[read on ao3]
Wesker had been awake for no more than half an hour, but he couldn’t bring himself to get out of bed just yet. Not with the body lying next to him. It was quite strange to say the least, usually during his past dalliances either he or his lover – is that what she is now? – would leave before the other woke up, but not this time. Why had he told her that she was welcome to stay the night? It was too much of a disruption to his routine.
It was still dark out, not that it mattered with his black-out curtains closed and his eyes being so well-adjusted to the dark from over a decade of using them, alongside wearing his sunglasses most of the time, but the figure on the opposite side of his bed was easy to make out. The sight of Diana lying on her stomach, sound asleep a bit aways, made him feel rather conflicted in getting up to start his day.
He turned on his side, bent arm underneath his head as he let his eyes wander over her nude form. It was amusing to him that she had moved into such an uncomfortable position after she’d fallen asleep, negating her lying on her side beforehand, considering how much this must be hurting her spine. A small part of him wished she was facing him so he could see how peaceful she must look, judging by the way her breathing was strangely quiet and she hadn’t stirred at all whenever he moved.
He scanned down her silhouette until his gaze reached the curve of her back where he was met with the sheets pooling around her waist. He considered pulling them back slightly to witness all of her petite frame, but he supposed that wouldn’t exactly make him the “gentleman” she kept teasing him of being when he simply had good manners. It was tempting though – she was a vision, and he knew in due time he’d be able to commit every sharp edge and small curve that made her up as a whole to memory, perhaps she had other scars he could press his lips over as well.
Reaching out, he brushed her dark hair away from her shoulders and let his fingertips dance over the top of her spine. My dear, you’re going to damage your neck if you sleep like this all the time. Lightly running his fingers down to the space between her prominent shoulder blades caused a slight shift and a low murmur, but she still didn’t wake, so he continued, feeling the bumps peeking through her warm skin.
His fingers idly traced up and down her thoracic vertebrae as his thoughts drifted back to what she had said the night before: You’re not disappointed? It bothered him. It shouldn’t, but it did. How could she believe that after all the time they had spent in one another's company, he'd only be interested in her for sex? Especially considering she was the one who initiated last night's events. Getting her in his bed was never on the forefront of his mind, he would have made advances months ago if all he wanted was to satisfy some base desire. He wished to pick her marvellous brain apart and find every little thing that made her tick.
You’re obsessed with her. Wesker stopped himself from audibly scoffing as Birkin’s words wormed their way back into his mind. He wasn’t obsessed, he was fascinated – a poor attempt at convincing himself against the obvious. You haven’t looked at anyone like that since— He cut the memory off as his lip curled. It was ridiculous, his friend was obviously seeing things.
Diana stirred at the repetitive movement in the same spot on her back so he stopped momentarily, waiting until she was as still as could be again before he continued a trail down her lower back. He could have laughed at how much of a deep sleeper she was, especially in such a loathsome position. He laid his palm flat on the small of her back and his brows raised slightly at the light prickling against his skin, signalling coarse hair starting to grow back after being removed, and he started to piece together what those little scars may have been from.
One arm bent at her side while the other outstretched off the edge of the bed, fists balling, she let out an endearing little squeak as she stretched. If she knew he thought she was cute at certain times, she’d probably kill him in his sleep after fixing him with a disgusted glare. He rubbed his hand over the side of her hip before rolling onto his back, pulling his hand away to position it behind his head.
“Morning,” Diana grumbled as she settled back into the pillows, making no attempt to move, and he chuckled. Her voice thick with sleep was rather endearing and he wanted to hear more of it.
“Good morning,” Wesker replied, and she slowly rolled onto her side, stretching again for good measure with one arm in the air while she covered her mouth with the other as she yawned, and his lips pulled up involuntarily in a small smile. “Did you sleep well?”
A small hum followed by a slow glance and a tired smile was all he received before she lay onto her back, closing her eyes and almost moaning when she got comfortable again. He chuckled once more and her lips pulled as though she was trying not to laugh. She lazily kicked in the direction of his legs with a pitiful display of strength, and that made him smirk to himself.
“I need to get a mattress like this,” she sighed.
“Or you could leave the lab when your workday is over, and sleep at a reasonable time more often.”
Diana huffed at him being a smartass, and he reached over and turned on the dim lamp on his nightstand which made her shield her eyes despite the light barely illuminating the room.
“You’re a monster,” she groaned, abandoning their previous topic, and he delighted in the annoyance in her voice, letting him know that he was pushing her buttons even this early in the day.
Looking away from him, she realised the sheets were down at her waist and quickly pulled them up to cover her bare chest, not like he hadn’t seen it the night before and done rather sinful things with his mouth to both of her nipples. Wesker pretended not to notice, but he found it fascinating how brazen she was when teasing him, yet so modest at any other time. Everything about her was intriguing, and he wished to discover even more. She was someone he couldn’t quite figure out – a rare occurrence for him – and she hadn’t been very forthcoming, but what did he expect when he was the exact same way with her? Taking a look at her file on record with Umbrella didn’t reveal much of what he didn’t already know either.
The silence as they lay side by side was quite comfortable, pleasant even, while they listened to the quiet that would soon be interrupted by the dawn chorus. He wanted to stop time for a while, just a couple more hours at least. The morning before the sun rose over the horizon and when most of the city was still asleep was always the most peaceful time of day for him, though he wasn’t used to sharing it with someone else.
“Thank you for being so understanding last night.” Diana’s voice cut through the stillness, and she cast a quick glance his way. He didn’t think she would bring it up after it was said and done, completely under the impression that she wished to forget it had ever occurred. After all, she didn’t owe him an explanation. Full of surprises, Dr. Sharp.
Wesker turned on his side again and looked her over, studying her now that he could see her properly in the light. It wasn’t like he had memorised her features before or anything… The slight bump on the bridge of her long nose, the rounded yet sharp edge of her jaw and chin, the defined indent on her cheek, and the long, dark eyelashes that shielded those piercing blue eyes. Every part of her captivated him.
When he didn’t reply after a while, she looked at him again, eyes narrowing as she met his gaze. He gave her a small, barely-there smile before sighing. “I will not push you to do something you’re not ready for.”
Diana nodded then with little more than an exhale as a laugh, she shook her head slightly and tore her eyes from his to look up at the ceiling again. Odd that she found such a statement humorous. Perhaps because the way she had behaved last night was so full of confidence, that they had gotten to such a point only for her body to not be on the same page as the rest of her. He didn’t want to think too hard on how disheartening that may have felt for her.
“I need coffee before I talk about this,” she muttered. There was no hint of her retreating from the topic, no embarrassment or shame either, only her voice laden with sleep before she yawned again, and that was curious to him. He didn’t want to pry the night before when he barely pushed into her and it was too painful for her to continue, but that didn’t stop him from wondering what the specific reason was.
“Diana.” His voice interrupted her midway through swinging her legs over the edge of the bed after she had abruptly sat up, and she turned her head to look back at him over her shoulder. Beautiful. He tried not to stare at how lovely her back looked like this, or the way half of her face was obscured by shadows, making her even more mysterious than usual, then he attempted a more sincere but still barely noticeable smile. “You don't need to explain yourself.”
“Thank you,” she mouthed more than actually speaking, obviously uncomfortable with thanking someone for showing her some consideration. The thought that maybe she wasn’t used to it seemed the most plausible, and he wasn’t sure why that made anger simmer in the pit of his stomach.
He watched her navigate through the mess they’d left on the floor when taking off each other’s clothes as she made her way towards his adjoining bathroom and he let the corner of his lips pull up slightly. How can a woman who makes Hunters for a living be so adorable? He was not opposed to looking at those elegant, long legs that so often reminded him of a classical sculpture of sorts, or to finally see her figure in its entirety. Pert seemed to be a rather fitting word for all of her curves, small yet fitting to her proportions. She was marvellous.
Wesker rubbed at his eyes then finally got out of bed, making his way over to his dresser and pulling out a fresh pair of boxer briefs and sweatpants. Glancing back over at the clothes strewn about the floor, he sighed to himself for being uncharacteristically disorderly as he pulled on his pants, but the door opening diverted his attention. Diana emerged from the bathroom and walked over to said mess and began picking up each of her items while obviously looking for something. He assumed her bra, considering the way she was trying – and failing – to cover her breasts as she piled her clothes on top of one another, but his gaze was focused elsewhere, committing the rest of her figure to memory.
“What?” she asked with a knowing grin evident in her voice, only looking at him from out of the corner of her eyes and not turning around.
“You have a lovely backside, dearheart,” he said plainly and she laughed, loud and tipping her head back as the sound he had found quite pleasant as of late left her lips. He suppressed a grin of his own as he pulled a t-shirt and another pair of briefs out of the drawers.
He extended his arm with the shirt dangling from his fingers in a rather playful attempt to tell her to come and get it instead of bothering to look for her underwear, and she was at his side in only a few quick strides, abandoning the pile at the foot of his bed. Diana snatched the shirt out of his grasp with a smile pulling on her lips, one that told him she was basking in the admiration evident in his gaze.
“Would you still like some coffee?” Wesker asked as he leaned over and snaked an arm around her waist, she hummed as a response and his hand ran over the curve of her ass before giving it a light squeeze – just to make her chuckle, which she did.
She took the briefs from his other hand and pulled away from him with a smirk on her lips, turning around and heading back into the bathroom. He only had to wait another minute before she poked her head around the corner of the doorframe and cleared her throat.
“How do you work this shower?”
#thank you so much nico ily!! he does that a lot so like... this is one of many momence#setting: april 1996. the morning after the first time they sleep together as a casual situation. however there were definitely some weird#tender moments (aka that 9.6k fic that i will never post lmao <3) // body image warning i guess is just for descriptions of diana being ver#thin. just in case. and also me projecting my hirsutism from pcos because i can :) just. her body being looked at fondly and not being#talked down to and treated poorly for it. self care through the blorbos!!#oc: diana#pair: ewskers#writing.#asks.#morvaris
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🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊 + evangelia !!
eva my bestie and my worstie, thank you nico!! <3
eva is an ex-psychotherapist. she didn't exactly follow this profession out of passion, she sure had an interest in the inner workings of the mind but her TRUE passion for chaos (ex. encouraging harmful behaviors with her patients, having sex with a few of them) lead her to lose her license and never practice the profession ever again
she's half scottish (father's side) and half greek (mother's side). she has quite an accent but she tries to hide it as best as she can, when she gets angry or upset tho..yea that's when you hear it. also can't really speak greek, she knows only a few words/understands her mother speaking it
incredibly good at playing poker?? she's not unbeatable but it's very hard to win against her
akira very easily convinced her to side with them and make hanako the new head of the arasaka company. eva agreed because 1. she was pretty sure akira would succeed (yea a small percentage of risk was there, but she was quite confident of akira's victory) and that meant she would gain muuuch more influence and power in the company if she sided with the new...unofficial boss 2. she genuinely finds akira..entertaining, scary but nearly a friend, eva wanted to see them win
she likes...bunnies..a lot. which is so funny to me sdhjfhk she's like i'm going to manipulate mansplain girlboss my way out of everything but a soft little creature can be my downfall. she has a lil grey-white bunny called coco
🖊 + oc to hear me ramble about them
#ask#ask games#morvaris#oc: evangelia#she's the toxic quota (as if we need more fucked ppl in that company) of the office and the funniest of my evil corpo ocs i love her kjsfhj#thank youuu again nico <3
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if you are still doing these, how abt 🍻🍕 and 🍟 for whoever you want? 💖
ODD OC ASKS ♡
eeeee tysm!! i'll do these for renata the newest oc addition ❤️
🍻 what's your oc's favorite comfort ritual? how do they calm themselves down after a rough day?
though no one would guess it, renata isn't all that fond of alcohol, so though she ritualistically frequents bars and clubs, she doesn't do much drinking, so it doesn't really wind her down that much. she might instead be found doing something physical like boxing or jogging or busying herself with a gun, engine, piece of tech, etc. anything to avoid being left alone with her thoughts.
but if it's been a particularly rough day she won't be herself. she'll disappear, stay home, do something quiet, let the thoughts consume her. maybe call her older brother or one of her other siblings if it's really bad.
🍕 how does an oc spend a lazy day?
she could leave it be, sure, but where's the fun in that? if there's a party, renata is the one proposing beer pong; if there's a club, renata is the one pushing people to the dancefloor; if there's a lazy day, renata is the one making sure it's not. a hike!! dinner out!! bottle shooting!! anything!!
🍟 what does your oc admit to be their guilty pleasure? what actually is their guilty pleasure?
there are a lot of misconceptions about renata and she sort of allows this and even exacerbates it. she claims she keeps up with celebrity gossip for the drama, but it's really so that she has something to talk about with her youngest sister :')
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🖊🖊 👀
I’ll do this for Emily <3
•Emily never had much biotic potential before becoming the Pathfinder, and it took her a while to get a handle on the idea of “combat profiles”, so needless to say she kind of uh freaked the fuck out the first time she accidentally launched someone in the air with her mind. “S.A.M., what the shit?!” I think were her exact words.
•She’s really into future rock and industrial metal music, anything with that hard thumping beat and fast tempo. It keeps her energized, keeps her focused. (though I guess from her perspective, it’s just “rock” lmao)
#thank you!! ^-^#answered asks#morvaris#ruby's ocs#emily ryder#mass effect andromeda#pathfinder ryder#mass effect oc
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if u still accept these, maybe 🖊🖊🖊 + thalia? <3
Send me a “🖊+an OC“ and I will talk about that OC
🖊 thalia tries to be cool under pressure and for the most part she can hold it together in really tense situations, but she'll almost always fall apart in private afterwards. she's pretty good at keeping up a strong facade until she has a moment to breathe.
🖊 she sleeps in jim's hospital room for days until he finally wakes up after dying. spock and uhura try to get her to at least go take a shower but eventually give up, and bones doesn't even bother trying to convince her to leave so long as she stays out of the way when he needs to run tests.
🖊 thalia gets such a thrill from discovering a new alien animal or plant species! she's such a nerd! she'll lose track of time in her lab taking samples or recording information until someone comes and gently guides her back to her cabin before she drops from sleep deprivation.
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feel free to ignore this if you are not accepting these anymore, but if you do, maybe 6, 7 and 12 for dario? <33
Does your muse steal clothing from their partner?
Yes, they love stealing their partner's clothing. It's a very small, but intimate gesture in his eyes. He wears Julian's clothes for over a year after he passes away, and eventually Wyll's shirts end up in their backpack more often than not, lol.
Is your muse the big spoon or the little spoon?
Depends on the partner! With Julian, he was generally the big spoon, but with Wyll it's a much more even split.
Is your muse easily flustered? Do they blush, swear, etc.?
Very easily flustered, much to his chagrin, lmao. They blush so easily, and if someone points it out, it's just neverending.
oc ask meme. / my askbox.
#misc#asks#morvaris#i AM still taking these i just forgot to paste the links in my asks dkgjsdkfhgsdkfh#THANK U SO MUCH NICO ILYSM#oc: dario
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🎧 <3
send me a 🎧 and i’ll shuffle my music and give u whatever song that comes up!!
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WIP thingy;
I was tagged by the ever so wonderful @detectivelokis @sstewyhosseini @morvaris @jacobseed @unholymilf + @simonxriley over the span of a long af time lmao, so because I’m so slow I’m only just doing this again!! Thank you so much for the tags🤍
Recently I’ve been making moodboards of references for each of my character drawings and felt I could include these as wips cus… they technically are? BUT I’ve also been working on my new oc baby: Gigi Olalia! I plan to make an edit for her today (or just at some point soon) but am also part way through designing her pattern, so here are the icons!
Tagging: @chuckhansen @heroofpenamstan @risingsh0t @malefiicarum @denerims @florbelles @arklay @fenharel @liurnia @statichvm @indorilnerevarine @queennymeria @roofgeese @jendoe @phillipsgraves @shellibisshe @jennystahl @confidentandgood @noonfaerie @brujah @benningsthing @marivenah @nokstella @kingsroad @jinfromyarikawa @baldurrs + @minaharkers
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hello hi hello how about 🌈🌹❄️🐀💐 for artyom and sascha? <333
AAA THANK YOU SO MUCH NICO <33 more d&d blorbos that i need to spin around in the blorbo washing machine in my brain more often eheheee
for housekeeping purposes: this pairing is romantic!
🌈 - what were their first impressions of each other?
artyom and sascha met each other when they were pretty young still and were both very curious about each other when they met. their teachers put them next to each other on purpose because artyom was very !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and sascha was the equivalent of the standing man emoji so they hoped that artyom would get a bit calmer too. but. well. they were both very lonely in their own ways and sitting next to each other and learning they had the same interests just made both of them !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHGFDHGFJD
at first, both of them were a bit nervous around the other because they thought they would never get along, but this faded quickly when they started talking about their shared interests and from that moment they were essentially inseparable <3
🌹 - who initiated the first kiss?
cheesy as hell but both at the same time LMAOO basically at some point they break into the private library of some rich people group and while in there they hide in a backroom to get away from guards that got suspicious, and while they're in there they look at each other and the years of sexual tension between them explodes and they kiss sloppy style and get nasty right then and there. so. good for them honestly <3
❄️ - who worries about the other the most?
they both worry so much about each other but if i had to pick one, i'd say artyom. sascha has been through a LOT (quick summary: nearly forced to marry his abusive ex at the tender age of 18, getting bullied in school, getting wild at parties vitali-style to try and cope with the memories of his ex, dying in the faldur mountains after finding one of the rifts of cthulhu, and then there's the horrors that happen when the party is on the road together which is a whole different story to get into but it's Bad) and. well. naturally artyom is worried about him a lot because of all of that </3
🐀 - who steals the covers?
artyom but only unintentionally so </3 he moves a lot in his sleep so he just. ends up with all the covers at some point during the night LMAO
💐 - is one more protective than the other?
sascha 100000% he would let the entire universe fall apart just to keep artyom safe. this almost happens at some point. i'm still working on it but. yeah he is VERY protective of his boyfriend ASHGJFHDJ
pairing asks!
#asks#mutuals#morvaris#ask:in life and death#pairing asks#they make me insane your honor#there's definitely something that can be said about like. them being too dependent on each other#but also this is something they work through during the storyline so it's not a problem actually#we support oc flaws and growth here sir
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happy birthday leah!! hope you have/had the most wonderful day!! 🎂💖
thank youuu nico 🥺💖
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for the couple’s & their kids asks, how about 5, 8 and 11 for una and aegon? <3
NICO DEAR ! hi ty ty so much and i hope ur doing well! theyve been on the brain again <3
COUPLES AND THEIR KIDS QUESTIONNAIRE
5. how did they feel when they met their child for the first time?
una was caught off guard at first? as she was not aware until VERY VERY late that she was with child? and twins for that matter? i do think it is a moment for her where she realizes that in all she has sacrificed and will that it will all be worthwhile for them. and now the stakes are much higher now for her? she'll tear the world down for them! and her dragon the cannibal is right there with her! i think that surprisingly enough to her she falls in love with them at first sight!
8. are there any interests that they share with their kids? if not, how do they nurture their kids’ interests?
vaelor and helaenya (named after his best friend baelor iovannas son and his first wife and una's closest friend!) both shared una's love for dragonriding! as the twins had twin dragons of their own! the twins naslaarum and vaslaarum ! the dragons, a gift from vilemyr as una's mother being a scion of house maedhros. though vaelor was a more solitary child and preferred to take to the skies on his own, hela and una would fly together! hela also had a fascination with the arcane much like her grandmother (and totally not her mother hehe) and that was something they shared! vaelor, much like the namesake that inspired his, aspired and became a knight and was actually a member of aegon iii's kingsguard for a brief period, and though una was hesitant given his parentage she would offer wisdom on what knighthood meant and required!
11. how do they celebrate their kids birthdays? who goes overboard with the gift giving?
i would say that i think aeggy would be the most likely to gift the most? like anything they had their eyes on and took interest in that he could recall he would send to be found and gift them to the twins! she wanted to offer them a bit of normalcy in the midst of the dance and after the dance so a soiree or two would be something I could see her having for them! <3
#morvaris#ty ty so much dear and i apologize for the delay !#oc: una nathaira uller#x: hand in unlovable hand#x: una x aegon ii#BABIES BABIES MY ANGELS MY DEARS I MISSED AND MISS THEM! TERRIBLY!#though the t*lou dears have the braincell atm THEYRE ALWAYS ON MY HEART ALWAYS ON MY MIND !#its the 'uhhhhh OO they were starry eyed by horses yes they'll get those too hsbjabs' and he's iconic for that <3#teehee at LAST i found the house nurellia unas mama hails from <3 the name indeed is the same as the dear boy!#though its merely alike in name kjackja as they're more inspired by the t*zimisce in v*tm? her mother though was a shadowbinder! <3#and vilemyr still had their dragons and remained with the custom of gifting dragons to the newborns ! and they got twin dragons!#those dragons have cutest lore as well as they are often bonded to twins or siblings ! twin dragons ! babies!#she loved them at first-ish sight <3#SOBBING SOBBING mo if u see this i am SOO normal about them rn jhsujajh#leg.asks#leg.ocs#leg.txt#TY TY AGAIN NICO DEAR <3 these were the loveliest to do!
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hopefully i am not too late! happy birthday, and i hope you have the most wonderful day ever! 💖
thank you lovely!! you’re not late at all <3
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crave for vesper 👀
47. crave
characters: vesper moxley, daniel moxley
words: 1.973
warnings: nothing at all, just a chill piece this time
“Ew. So, this is your house?” Daniel’s expectations over the look of his new home were crushed down as soon as he set foot into the apartment: just one big room welcoming a kitchen, a bed, a couch and a television and a lot of junk – his words – scattered around the place. He truly wished that a bathroom was hiding behind that one single door present in the whole house.
“Sorry if I’m not living in the fucking royal palace.” Vesper mocked the harsh comment her humble refuge received. It wasn’t much but it was honest living. Kind of. Although, having a roof over your head is still far more desirable than sleeping in a sordid alley as he did in the last few weeks.
“I just thought you made good eddies, y’know? Being famous and all.” He set off to explore the surroundings: the place wasn’t exactly in its best shape, his sister left a lot of items and clothes lounging around on the floor or on whatever disponible surface was there and surely – much to his displeasure – forgot to clean in the last four or five days.
“I’m seedy-underground-boxer famous.” Vesper reasoned as she dropped on the floor that one and only bag Daniel had with him, filled with what little he decided to take with him after fleeing from their mother’s house. “You saw the place where I work. Did you really think I could get rich in there?”
He simply shrugged, not even sparing a bored look to her, as his focus shifted on analysing every little trinket adorning the shelves. “The guy at the bar called me pretty boy, though. That’s nice.” He picked up a turtle shaped sculpture and knocked twice on its shell, expecting some kind of reaction or sound out of it. The dull sound coming from the surface left him disappointed.
Vesper squinted at the comment and made a mental note to tell the guy in question to never speak again to her brother or else, but kept the notion to herself; it wasn’t her business after all but a little warning wouldn’t hurt, right?
“You’re gonna sleep here for now.” She changed topic. Picking up a few shirts hanging on the couch, she made space to let the new addition to the family find a little spot for himself.
“What?” Daniel turned in her direction, still holding the turtle in his hands. Eyes open wide and a frown on his face. “On the couch?” He looked almost outraged, like she just made the most insulting proposition he ever heard of. Vesper simply nodded and throwed her belongings on her bed, Daniel’s new resting spot finally ready. “My sisters back with mom would let me sleep on their bed sometimes when we spent the night together…” He trailed off. The intent was clearly aimed to spark some kind of jealousy over the mention of his second family, the one he so effortlessly left behind to search for Vesper. He pretended to examine other little objects scattered around as he placed the animal sculpture back to its place, yet his eyes where sneakily looking for any kind of reaction.
If only Vesper was that easy to fool.
“Fine, you can go back to them. That would mean less trouble for me.” She suggested while picking up again the bag on the floor and dropping it on the couch. Daniel’s lips curled in dissatisfaction at the failure and accepted his fate. “Comme on fait son lit, on se couche.” The words rolled out of her mouth so naturally, like she spoke the language for all her life.
“What the fuck does that mean.” Daniel’s eyebrows shot up as his gaze fixed on Vesper, confusion written all over his face.
“What, your mother didn’t teach you French?” He shook his head. “Curious.” So that was something only her and her mother shared? She ignored the notion; mulling over it had no sense now. “Anyway, what does your majesty craves for dinner?” She asked while getting closer to the small fridge and examine if something at all was being stored in there.
He hummed, pondering his answer as he slipped his hand in one of the boxing gloves he just found. “Chicken cutlet. And fries. Yes, that would be great right now.” His tone halfway through solemnity and mockery as he pretended to throw a few punches with the glove on.
“Sure.” Vesper matched that same attitude that her brother just offered her and she crunched down, her eyes admiring the spectacle of a half-empty fridge. “The best I can do is half sushi box I kinda stole from a place in Japantown and ramen noodles to heat up.”
“Oh sushi.” Slipping off the glove, his eyes light up at the proposal. “That’s great, I love sushi.” Vesper let out a relieved breath, satisfying his palate didn’t take that much effort at least; she picked up what little her kitchen was storing and began working on their modest dinner.
Daniel was still rummaging through her stuff, the action was indeed upsetting her but only slightly, not enough to force her to speak up and scold him; she now had to persuade herself to accept someone else using her stuff, her house, once again. An inexplicable wave of relief washed over her yet she preferred to ignore it, her full attention was required for the noodles now. She simply took the leftovers and proceeded to heat them up in a microwave, like that was the most difficult procedure she had to get done.
“Do you like reading?” Her brother suddenly spoke up again.
“I wouldn’t say that’s my biggest passion.” She shrugged and opened the sushi box she so preciously stored and checked if it was still good to eat.
“Then why the book?” Daniel was turning the pages of the tome in his hands, the title on the cover was almost scraped away completely. A few pages had some sketches or words noted down.
Vesper spared a glance to his direction, trying to comprehend what he was talking about: as soon as her eyes registered what he was holding in his hands, her gaze turned sterner.
“That’s not mine. Actually, I should’ve left that back in the old apartment.” She crossed her arms and turned back on her task: watching the noodles turn around and around. “You can have it, if you want. I’ll probably just throw it away if you aren’t interested too.”
Daniel gave no verbal answer but decided that old cluster of paper was now his, something about it picked his interest and he had to investigate further on it. He pushed it against his chest and chose to store it among his other – few – belongings before his sister had the chance to throw it away as she said. As he got closer to the couch, he noticed a worn leather jacket hanging on the armrest, too big for him and just a little too large for Vesper too. Curiosity got the best of him and, as his eyes sparkled with interest once again, he decided to try it on.
“Hey, who’s the owner of this jacket?” Vesper spared a glance at Daniel, surely not expecting him to wear the clothing he was asking about. He wiggled his arms up and down, hands barely showing as the size was probably twice his – the sight made her smile instinctively.
“That’s dad’s.” Tone calm and controlled; fondness slowly crawled out of her words as she continued. “It was his favourite, he would never take it off.”
Daniel stopped moving and gazed at the jacket that suddenly held so much meaning: wearing it felt weird, too big for him, like something else was missing and yet warm, like an embrace he never got the chance to experience. The question bubbled up in his mind naturally: would he like me?
“How was he like?” He asked, instead. His other question would irremediably remain unanswered forever. Unfair, a part of him thought, it’s not like he was asking if his father would’ve loved him, just liked. That’s not much to ask.
Vesper sighed, memories of the good times where few and scattered but better than nothing at all. “He wasn’t perfect.” She began, eyebrows furrowing. Recalling his worst moments had no sense, wouldn’t make neither of them feel better. “Sometimes he was a real piece of work, but at least he tried…tried to be something better. Not like…” A pause congested with rage and resentment followed, as if she was trying to collect all the fury she buried somewhere deep down. “Her.”
Daniel nodded; he knew she referred to their mother. What a predicament the two siblings found themselves in, one never had a mother and the other a father – not one he would call dad and mean it at least.
“He was kinda funny too.” Vesper suddenly continued, as if she sensed the heaviness of her brother’s thoughts. “And made fun of everyone too. Always found a way to step into trouble. Reminds me of you.” She glanced at him sideways, just to see his reaction, as she plopped the now hot noodles into two way too large bowls. “Sometimes he would cook pasta for dinner and not a clean plate would be in sight, so he would drop it into these kinds of bowls we usually used for salad. Sometimes vinegar was still there too.” Daniel let a shiver run through his body, like he just tasted that vinegar flavoured pasta. Vesper grinned at him and placed one bowl in front of him, a witty expression on her face hinting that maybe this one too had vinegar in it. Somewhere, deep into her heart, something stirred and screamed, longing for a question she knew had no sense to make. She didn’t want me in her life and I don’t want her in mine. She glanced again at the jacket: “He never got up on the ring without that thing on, y’know?” Tilting her chin, she signalled the worn-out jacket. “And I did the same. I guess it felt like a good luck charm. Maybe…” The ramen was rotating in the ceramic as she moved it around with the chopsticks in regular motions, eyes fixed on it. “If you want you can have it for yourself, I think it’s time I manage on my own without it.”
Daniel nodded as he slurped some of his noodles loudly. “Cool…but do I look dumb with it?” He moved his left arm, clearly mentioning the fact the jacket was way too big for him. Both scoffed out a laugh as they looked at each other playfully.
“Yeah, you look like a total gonk with it but I guess you’re used to that kind of look.” He made a mocking sound and replied with a clear ‘no you’ before gobbling down his dinner.
“Hey so, what’s the deal with him being super famous and all. Did you ever see him fight?” Words came out half muffled as he chewed on a sushi roll.
“Nah he was a legend around twenty-twenty or something. The memories I have of him fighting are from his shitty boxing days.” She puffed out her chest proudly. “I was way better than him already when ten.” Her gaze left her brother and started wandering around the room, jumping from one object to the other. “I think I have some old recording of his big times. Wanna see them?”
Daniel immediately jumped on his feet and nodded vigorously, the jacket making him smaller and even shorter than normal. He looked positively dumb, Vesper thought while getting up.
“Can’t wait to see dad beating the shit out of some randos.” He grabbed his plate and sprinted to the couch, already getting comfortable on it. “That’s like, a movie night or whatever.”
#ask games#ask#morvaris#oc: vesper#oc: daniel#this one is a soft piece <3 just a siblings moment. i kinda miss my brother lately (disgusting) lafjhfdsk there's a little reference to smt#we do together in this too (DISGUSTING)#i had a 5k words spice piece for this one bc U KNOW...CRAVE.... but yall will have the soft one instead#ALSO THANK U SO MUCH NICO ILY thank u for sending me this prompt MWAH <3
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