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vampiregeese · 7 months

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do u ever draw something and just feels so distraught looking at it . look at this thing my stomach hurts so bad looking at him .help me

#fisherman's art #non-canon art #wolfgang amadeus (oc)

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composermadnessofficialpage · 18 days

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Here's some more doodles!!! I love how these turned out and the camera must have been touched by heaven because for once it wasn't blurry!!!

The first doodle is Beethoven yelling at Schubert.

The second is Tina looking worried.

The third is of Purcell holding a box with Tina beside him.

The fourth and fifth doodles are of Mendelssohn and Chopin realizing they accidentally hit Mozart!

The sixth picture is the full picture of the entire page.

And the seventh picture is of Liszt panicking after seeing a rat!

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naotelier · 7 months

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//reupload because I used wrong picture and just realized it pfffff

Vienna First School’s Composers + Salieri : Female/Moe Character Design~

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These designs is actually a part of my on going AU on twt, Idk if tumblr people are into this kind of things or not but I’ll post them anyway because why not

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opossumwithabnjo · 7 months

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@vampiregeese come get your food

Wolfgang swore he was about to explode.

It was overwhelming, the emotion—whatever it was—that seemed to lump up in his throat. The emotion that showed up when he was too close to Eric. He wanted—or maybe needed, but he wasn’t sure he was using the word right—something from the blond, something he wished he knew. Whatever it was made him ache all over, he was scared that if it didn’t stop, he would die.

It lumped in his throat, it made him cough, choked him ‘half to death’—something he had heard Warren say about their uniforms—and he hated it. But he definitely didn’t hate Eric. He liked Eric, he liked Eric a lot. Probably too much, at least that’s what he thinks. No one else liked their friends as much as he liked his friend. At least, he thinks not.

Sometimes, when he hears Harrison talk about his wife, it reminds him of how he thinks of Eric. Of how he thinks—about his pretty eyes and pretty smile and pretty curls and pretty everything—it’s how he thinks before he gets that lump in his throat. How he’s thinking right now.

And he’s coughing, he’s choking on something and it hurts. He tastes something like gasoline flooding his mouth, and when he coughs again, a brown tinted black liquid spews from his mouth—blood. It’s trailing down his chin, soaking the collar of his uniform, and something is sticking to the roof of his mouth. He reaches his fingers in, feels around until a chip in his claw catches on something and he pulls it out with a grimace, only to find the red petal of a rose coated in what almost seemed like ink.

He flung it, threw it across the trench, where it hit the wall and made a dull splat, sliding down and leaving a sickening trail of oddly colored blood.

He needed to keep this a secret, or he would be sent home, and he didn’t have one to be sent to.

The rat he just found should help.

—

The flowers were becoming overwhelming, getting harder and harder for Wolfgang to force them to go away. They choked him, whenever he allowed Eric to invade his thoughts, and the trenches were suffocating in the way that they made hiding them so difficult. The way they made avoiding Eric so impossible even though seeing him forced the overwhelming emotions to his throat.

It hurt. It certainly hurt.

He was beginning to run out of rats, too. He was eating so many that he was affecting the population, but he needed to hide the way he hurt, he just needed to fix it. Desperation was clouding his thoughts, clouding his judgment. He needed to find a way to get rid of this, he had to. If he didn’t, he would have to stop talking to Eric, and he couldn’t handle that.

Wolfgang thought he might have found a word for how he felt, but it was probably wrong. It had to be. He had never felt something that needed that strong of a word.

But the emotion certainly was strong, strong enough to make him sick. Strong enough to make him scared.

And now the feeling was the only thing that he could feel, as Eric spoke to him. As he asked him about the woman he had never had, as he got close.

As they wrapped together, in what felt like the first hug Wolfgang had ever had, he choked. Literally.

He shoved Eric away as the coughing began, trying to turn away, to hide. He gripped at his shirt, clawing and scratching at his chest and neck as he coughed. Blood filled his mouth again, the sharp taste of gasoline invading his senses as his knees went weak and buckled. He gagged and choked, barely holding himself up.

He felt a heavy thud on his back and another sharp cough was ripped out of him, tearing the skin of his throat as an entire flower was forced out, still connected to the vine. He grabbed the vine, thorns digging into his hands and making him wince. He pulled, forceful and harsh in the way that he had to tear through his esophagus to get it out of his throat.

More and more blood was spilling out, and a small, weak growl escaped him in his panic. He needed something, he was so.. hungry. So hurt. He looked up, reached for a rat he saw. And was stopped, Eric pulling him into another, more shaky hug. He was mumbling something, holding him so tightly that it ached, and would likely bruise if his healing was that of a normal person’s. And he was shaking, more scared than Wolfgang had been the entire time he had been coughing these flowers.

The ache dulled, and he forced himself to calm. He never wanted to scare Eric, he would never want to.

“I am sorry” he whispered, flinching away as Eric looked up.

“What was that?” Eric whispered back, fearful tears in his eyes. “How did that happen??”

“I am.. not you..” he mumbled, looking away in shame.

“Of course you aren’t me, Wolfgang. No one can be somebody else” Eric said, looking oh, so understanding as his hand came up to pet over his cheekbone.

“No, I am not.. like you.”

Tears were threatening to fall now, the ache in his chest becoming more prominent with every passing second.

“I know you aren’t.. you’re tall, and quiet, and strong, and your hair is much, much darker than mine. We’re very different.”

He was trying to comfort him, Wolfgang could tell by his smile and how he was so close.

He couldn’t breathe, he could barely push the words past the lump in his throat.

“Eric” he choked out, holding him slightly tighter “Eric, i am wrong.”

The sadness in Eric’s eyes was too much, and as Wolfgang closed his eyes, he felt the tears roll down his cheeks. One, maybe two, and they were wiped away by the rough pads of Eric’s fingers.

“You aren’t wrong, Wolfgang… you’re just a little bit different..” he whispered, pressing their foreheads together, and Wolfgang had to force himself not to pull away in shock.

“Monster” he managed with a small cough, feeling another flower begin fighting its way up. “I am… monster”

“Never call yourself that. Please. You are anything but.”

—

Eric was so very helpful. He always had been, but especially now. He was so…

Wolfgang didn’t have a word to describe it. Eric was so perfect to him, so sweet and so willing to share his rations in order to help Wolfgang heal after bad bouts of coughing.

And they were always together, always so close it made Wolfgang’s heart feel as though it was going to fall out of his chest. It made him panic, made him shake with nervousness when they were near touching. The emotions—love, panic, happiness, warmth, all words taught to him by Eric that so perfectly described this feeling even if he didn’t want them to—they held him captive. He could hardly stand to be around Eric anymore, with the flowers, thorns, and vines clawing away at his throat and his lungs, but he couldn’t keep away either.

He needed to find a way to fix this, but there was no one to ask. There was no books he could struggle his way through to find the answers to the problems he was having. Nothing that helped him figure out how to rid himself of the flowers that so haunted him.

He was thinking about this as he laid with Eric, hidden in a tent, staring up at the ceiling. They finally had a bit of time to relax, they could finally sleep. Wolfgang could feel Eric relaxing beside him, his shoulders untensing as he subconsciously shifted closer to Wolfgang as though seeking refuge from the cold of the night.

Wolfgang couldn’t relax, however. Not with Eric as close as he was, not with him practically laid on top of him, even through their separate blankets.

“Eric?” He whispered, barely managing to not flinch as the man beside him shifted to look at him through tired eyes.

“Yeah?” Eric asked, and the familiar feeling of flowers creeping up his throat returned to Wolfgang.

“…do you think that the roses will ever stop?”

He looked at him, finally noticing the warmth in Eric’s eyes.

“I’m sure they will. If they were permanent they would have always been there.”

Eric smiled, and Wolfgang once again thought that he was dying.

“And you will help me fix them? You will help… figure them out?”

“Of course” Eric whispered, and Wolfgang felt their fingertips brush together briefly, before Eric was pulling away.

“Thank you.” Wolfgang smiled, heat rushing to his cheeks as he slowly grabbed Eric’s hand, making him snicker.

Eric’s expression morphed to mirror Wolfgang’s, and their fingers intertwined, and Wolfgang was finally able to relax.

—

Mid-battle, the coughing was starting up again. Wolfgang seemed to choke on flowers with every move that Eric made, petals clogging up his throat every time they accidentally brushed against each other. He didn’t know what to do, he couldn’t even aim for black spots that threatened his vision every time that Eric got ever so slightly too close.

Choke, cough, aim, shoot. Choke, cough, aim, shoot. It felt like he was stuck on a carousel. He was truly spiraling.

It was getting so much worse, especially with Eric always touching him, seeming as though they were ‘attached at the hip’ as Michelle had said. They were always next to each other, always holding hands or helping each other to fasten their jackets. Wolfgang enjoyed it, loved it even, but he missed the feeling of breathing.

He felt like falling, his knees threatening to buckle and collapse as he lung to the wall. He was going to die out here, desperate and choking. He could feel it, could feel the bullet that suddenly cut his cheek as he was aiming, and then we was being pulled down.

He looked up, to see Eric leaned against him, a wild look in his eyes as he shot towards the other side. He seemed angry, and Wolfgang had half the mind to apologize before Eric was holding his face, checking him over for injuries that weren’t there.

And then they were hugging, Eric pressing tightly against Wolfgang’s chest in a way that squeezed what little air he had managed to get into his lungs out. But it was okay, this was Eric, and Wolfgang was content not breathing so long as he could wrap his arms around the blond.

“Are you okay?” Wolfgang asked, and Eric looked up at him as though he had grown a second head.

“Am I okay? Sugar, you were almost shot!” Eric practically yelled, holding onto him in a death grip.

Wolfgang didn’t know how to respond for a second, his face was so hot that it made his brain feel like it was melting, turning into goo that would seep from his ears and slowly melt the rest of him. The flowers, they were choking him again. He was coughing again, covering his mouth and turning away to try and hide the blood that was spewing with every cough.

Eric was gently rubbing his back again, patting it when needed like he always did, now that he knew about the flowers and how they restricted his breathing. He was so caring, so understanding, it made Wolfgang light headed.

“You are..” Wolfgang managed, before being cut off by another choked out cough. “You are perfect.” He whispered once his breath had returned, his arms wrapping tighter around Eric’s torso.

“Me? Sugar, you’re the most perfect person I think I’ve ever met…” Eric whispered back with a smile, and for that moment, the flowers calmed, and Wolfgang could breathe clearly.

—

Curled up under the stars, talking about their future, and Wolfgang can barely feel the flowers anymore. They still showed up, sometimes, but with every tender moment between him and Eric, the more they seemed to fade.

He knew that the emotion was now—Love. Something he had heard about, written about, thought about for hours and hours until he was sure. It had to be it, had to be what he felt, there was simply no other way for him to describe the emotions that Wolfgang made him feel.

“Eric? I think I have something to tell you” he said, as he felt their fingers entertained and Eric’s thumb begin to rub slow, lazy circles on his knuckles.

“What is it?” The blond asked as he looked at him, turning slightly so that he could comfortably face him. He always did, always made sure that Wolfgang knew that he had all his attention.

“I think I may love you�� Wolfgang whispered, and the circles on his knuckles slowed to a stop.

“You do? Are you sure??” Eric asked, shooting forward with an almost frantic look to his eyes.

“I think that I am.” Wolfgang said, nodding slightly. He couldn’t being himself to look at Eric, couldn’t tear his eyes Fromm the stars in the sky.

“…I think that I love you too.” Eric said.

“You do?”

“Yeah.”

Wolfgang felt his chest clear up, and he took a deep, clear breath as he turned to face Eric.

“I am happy to hear that,” he whispered, tears threatening to fall from his eyes, and Eric reached up to rub the rough pads of his fingertips gainst Wolfgang’s cheekbones.

“Not as happy as I am” Eric said, leaning forward until their lips pressed together.

—

#weric #Wolfgang Amadeus #eric smith #fish #fish oc #gay #lgbt #fanfiction #hanahaki

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pastel-owls · 1 year

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ACT I- THE FOOL

Doodles of my mastersona Alix, from over 2022 (Part 1/5)

They seem to have a natural affinity with Berserker and Avenger Class servants because of their calm deposition.

#I uploaded these on Discord but I ought to share these shenanigans on Tumblr too!#mastersona #mastersona oc #wang wen guang alix #fgo oc #fgo mastersona #cu alter #berserkerlot #berserker lancelot #antonio salieri #wolfgang amadeus mozart #my art #comics

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vampiregeese · 7 months

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none of you are normal none of you are free of sin

#fisherman's art #non-canon art #fish (sona)#art for others #do i tag as wolfgang... it's just his crotch.#yeah sure #wolfgang amadeus (oc)

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literalite · 3 months

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mistki's the land is inhospitable and so are we (2023)!! as edits featuring mine and some of my friends ocs 😁 had a lot of fun with this project... rough explainer of how/why each song corresponds to each character/s under the cut because i love symbolism and talking! sorry it is long

bug like an angel - sapphire

without spoiling too much of her story and arc... sapphire's life is not easy. she's hurt by people she cares for and who care for her, although inadvertently, and in turn hurts people who she cares for and who cared for her, also not by her own volition. it's kind of a terrible truth that you will harm and be harmed by the people you love, even when you and they truly don't want to. it's up to you how much you're willing to take and deal. you can't keep every promise you make and you can't right every wrong. but you have to keep trying anyway. that's sapphire's strength, and the core of her goodness and why i personally consider her one of my favourite ocs. i chose to depict bug like an angel in mitski's more positive interpretation here and in that light i think it works best for saph

buffalo replaced - heiya

well first and foremost the vibes of the song fits heiya perfectly fhgjk but also lyricism and tone... yep. quick breakdown of heiya's background since i doubt i'll ever be able to do it properly she's an interesting character for me because she like a lot of my other characters has lost. everything. she had a wife and a child and they were both killed and she had to leave her home again and again and unlike how some of my others would have taken this she has never flagged in her unwavering dedication to preserving hope. for herself for her people for the future etc etc. which is a very fucking difficult thing to do! the world changes faster than you can keep up with it sometimes but for heiya she will not let herself tire and be swept away in it all. people rely on her. she's a guiding star as much as she is a woman. she's a lover and a fighter and thats what buffalo replaced means to me! so

heaven - vinny and caleb

i feel like of all my oc couples so far they have like. the sweetest most kind of simply mutually trusting dare i say straight forward love. they just love each other so much and thats all. the world could end around them when theyre together and it'd be okay truly. also yeah vinny is ostensibly in heaven now bye angel i feel like this one was pretty self explanatory. me and who WHEN

i don't like my mind - sunny

he just like me fr (said in denji voice) anyways wow ha. unstoppable unending guilt due to past actions that haunt your every waking moment? throwing yourself into any and all distraction just to take your mind off it, filling your time with other shit so that past sin doesnt for once echo in your awful and hollow brain? this song is perfect for sunny honestly just that sentiment also the "please don't take this job from me".... sometimes the coping is worse. you can be proud of something because you can do it better than anyone else even if that thing is terrible

the deal - wolfgang munch by @gunthermunch

Wolfgang Amadeus Munch. umm this will make more sense later on but it still kind of makes sense now i think. he doesn't want to be himself he keeps . leaving and moving and running away from his own memories his own self in reaction to others. if he could pawn it all off he would. if he could be better in an instant without having to feel every agonising second of change he would! but thats not how the world works. or is it. read munch by gunthermunch thats an order

when memories snow - lilian

i feel the older you get the more your past kind of swells up and trails behind you... at least for lilian that is shes very linked to the different versions of the girl/young woman she used to be. for her its a double edged blade, a lot of her own strength is drawn from who she was and what happened to her throughout her life. they haunt her but she's haunting it back in her own way

my love mine all mine - saige, bellona, ari

stares you down okay so usage of this song very much almost verges into spoiler territory but uhm. uhm. starts twitching basically the whole dynamic here is . sometimes when you love you will sacrifice. and while that is usually a good thing sometimes it is not but sometimes it still is. sometimes you pay your dues for love and sometimes someone else has to pay for your love as well. and whether that is worth it to them remains to be seen. but it's all about love still. whether that's a worthy cause is up to you i suppose

the frost - yoshiki and hikaru from hikaru ga shida natsu

fun fact (or not so fun fact since i had it listed as such) this slot was originally meant to be taken up by a gojo/geto edit and while it still works for them frighteningly well i swerved to do another black and white haired doomed gay pairing gfhjkl; i really recommend yall to read hikaru ga shinda natsu/the summer that hikaru died because honestly it speaks for itself! it's SO good i love it so bad

star - ari and luca by @anjitrait

wow these two did not deserve the horrors the narrative (me) slammed down onto their heads. they're kind of the most married of all time to me but like of course under pressure even the strongest most loving of bonds will warp. they've been together for roughly a decade and a half now. they know and love each other as totally as you could possibly imagine. despite it all i am yours, no matter. are we picking up what i'm putting down chat

i'm your man - nayef and sióar by @lucidicer

after the album dropped like at least 3 people swung into my dms with a ?this you?? about this song which. i mean the fucking dogs that start barking halfway through the song. are you kidding me. but anyways sioyef and devotion. sioyef and putting yourself in your lover's hands and looking to them like they are a god. this is super self explanatory. you know

i love me after you - redacted and ophelia

HM.... all i'll say here is that sometimes the homoerotic tension filled high school friendship where both parties have something very wrong with them but in totally different directions can be. scarring. bad. sometimes love just isn't enough when you don't know what you're meant to do with it and when you've lived in survival mode all your life. but that once the dust clears you can scrape yourself off the ground get up keep going and that isn't gonna be the end for you there. or for love, even. sometimes shit just ain't meant to be and thats ok

#ts4 #urghhgh idek how many hours this is cumulatively. dont wanna #ts4 edit #seph.txt #p

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composermadnessofficialpage · 1 month

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Here's your daily Composer Madness doodle/Sketch!!!

It's based on the samurai dog picture, hope you like it!!!!

The Composers are a tad tipsy, Tina isn't as she's not of legal age to consume alcohol (18), so she's just watching this chaos unfold, and then Beethoven finds a sword... And yeah- chaos! (Tina has no idea how Beethoven even got the sword or where he found it either...)

Here are the thoughts of Tina and the drawn composers in this very moment:

Tina- Where did he-?

Beethoven- Violence isn't the answer, it's the question and the answer is YES.

Mozart- Haydn has quite the sense of humor!!

Haydn- Why is Beethoven holding a sword in his mouth- are we in danger?

Schubert- Till the sun rises, the fun shall not stop!!

Liszt- (Very Tipsy.) I shall BOW--!

Paganini- ... What joyful chaos this all is!!!

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shingo-naizuke · 10 months

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•~•My Masterlist WIP•~•

•°Ikemen vampire°•

Arthur Conan doyle

Vincent Van Gogh

Theodorus Van Gogh

Napoleon Bonaparte

Leonardo Da Vinci

Isaac Newton

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Jean d'Arc

Le Comte

'The cruel Prince'

Cardan Greenbriar

-*Shatter me*-

Kenji Kishimoto

Aaron Warner

○Bsd○

▪︎Armed Detective agency▪︎

Dazai Osamu

Ranpo Edogawa

Kunikida Doppo

Atsushi Nakajima

¤Port Mafia▪︎

Chuuya Nakahara

Akutagawa Ryunosuke

♧Decay of Angel♤

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Nikolai Gogol

Sigma

•~Hunting Dogs~•

Jono Saigiko

Tetcho Suehiro

♥︎Guild♠︎

Edgar Alan Poe

Francis Scott Fitzgerald

{Haikyuu}

~•°Karasuno°•~

Tsukishima Kei

Tobio Kageyama

Hinata Shoyo

Yamaguchi Tadashi

Koshi Sugawara

Yuu Nishinoya

●Aoba Johsai○

Toru Oikawa

Akira Kunimi

¤Nekoma¤

Kenma Kozume

Lev Haiba

Tetsuro Kuroo

☆Fukurodani☆

Kotaro Bokuto

Kenji Akaashi

◇Shiratorizawa◇

Wakatoshi Ushijima

Tsutomu Goshiki

Eita Semi

Satori Tendo

♧Inarizaki♧

Shinsuke Kita

Osamu Miya

Atsumu Miya

■Genshin■

Scaramouche

Diluc

Kaeya

Venti

Tighnari

Kaveh

Heizou

Baizhu

Childe

-~•°Honkai star rail°•~-

Blade

Dan Heng

Jing Yuan

Gepard

Sampo Koski

Loucha

Welt

Arlan

Genre i write

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Comfort

What I don't write

Rape

Yandere tendencies (I will write it sometimes, but to my liking, I won't write yandere tendencies like non-consensual or things like that)

Smut with minors (all characters will be grown up)

Kinks like pissing or vomiting

Torture

Character x character

Oc x character

Toxic relationships

Requests are open :)

English in not my first language so, sorry for any mistake

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caemthe · 2 months

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liri's rp history!

the rules are simple! post characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back. then tag ten people to do the same ( if you can’t think of ten, just write down however many you can and tag that number of people ). please repost, don’t reblog!

Current Muse:

Cú Chulainn (f.prototype/ulster cycle)

Deirdre of the Sorrows (ulster cycle)

Patroclus (the iliad)

Ulster cycle secondary muses: Ferdiad, Emer, Conall

Ulster cycle NPCs: Cethern, Láeg, Conchobar, Deichtíne, Finnscoth, Connla, Naoise, Ferdet, Cormac

Want to write:

To be honest, I'm very happy with my current primary muses and all I've written and accomplished with them so far. Rather than adding muses, I'm more interested in making new verses for my current ones.

Have written (in Tumblr & other platforms):

Mini Cú-chan (fgo)

Monster Princess Do-S (opm)

Euryale (fgo)

Demon King Oda Nobunaga (fgo)

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (fgo)

Blackbeard (fgo)

BB (fgo)

The Lord of Cao (fgo servant oc/moche)

Juanjo (fgo master oc)

Toji Fushiguro (jjk)

Knives (trigun)

Would write again:

None, I am finally free uvu

tagging: if you're reading this and haven't done this one yet, you're tagged!

#ooc. ° ( liri yes. )#/ if you remember my mini cú-chan blog then you deserve a veteran's discount jhghjkl #/ anyway if you take out my fgo ocs and mini cú-chan you'll notice that i used to write all sorts of unhinged muses until i had my-#/ moment of 'i don't wanna write evil anymore' and stuck to it (<-said by person who still manages to sneak in unhinged & evil)

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lemonadehtwooh · 4 months

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Maple Von Roth, Master OC

What says under cut and a tiny bit extra info

Maple Von Roth (FGO For Funsies AU original character), Battle Trained Mage

5'7

He/Him, Queer/Undefined sexuality

Neutral Good

Specializes in sound, general support, and tempo-based magecraft

Summoned Heroic Spirits

Phantom of the Opera

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Doctor Henry Jekyll/Mister Edward Hyde

William Shakespeare

Hans Christian Andersen

A young man who comes from a clan of humanity-obsessed nagas. He was the first naga to use magic to form a human body. Rather extraordinary at magic from a young age, he was quickly accepted into specialized schooling, and later on accepted into Chaldea

He learned to use human tongue through theater and music, which later was found to strengthen his magical abilities

Maple is dramatic and flamboyant, yet kind, patient, and empathetic. He's a mix of eccentric and passionate that comes off as charismatic

His dream is to become fully human, and to die as a human

I imagine that he also has a very wide range of voice and is a great singer. He also canonically has a lisp due to having a snake-like tongue, and has trouble sometimes with pronouncing things right. He's very physically expressive too due to theater!

He can also do the same attacks that nagas in-game use (hehe light ball) but he mainly doesn't focus on using those due to wanting to seem as human as he can

#forfunsiesau #alternate universe #fgo #fate grand order #fgo fate grand order #fate go #original character #digital art #ibis paint x #character design #fgo master oc

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