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A screenshot redraw of Lumi and Oldaric.
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Some OC ref sheets ive made
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inktober tommorrow? dont worry about it! fully colored and shaded throwaway meme (PRONOUNS LIGHTNING ROUND LEFT TO RIGHT TOP ROW she/her| he/him |she/her| she/they/he/xe BOTTOM ROW she/her | she/her | he/him
#my ocs#winona#wheelie#stephanie silvers#arven torres / felix the louse / king g#john d parker / lyla laquinn / spider no.ir#(< versions here are oldar because i adapted tham to lem.)#martha#lucy dixon#casper lafaux#casper#all lesbians minus casper#lem
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Aaaand here is Carinas bodyguard! (+ baby Carina)
Sir Osric of Oldaric, a knight who once served Carinas ancestors, but never got the recognition in life (and death) he feels he deserved. He made a pact with Carina to be one day finally properly relieved by her from his duty.
#sir osric of oldaric#own character#original#hexlyng art#character design#knight#ghost#dullahan#carina chevalier
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A Lifetime With You
A/N: Happy New Year's! 2023 brought me many good and bad things, but the opportunity to welcome Alys @cursedvaultss and be her friend and create this beautiful ship has been the highlight of the second half. What started like a silly little idea of mine has become this fic, which is now my favourite. Happy 2024, Alys! Here's to more creating and fangirling around <3
Summary: The Somerset family celebrates Christmas, and Edward has a great gift for Akelda.
Word Count: 2.6k
Pairing: Akelda the Tragic x Edward the Valiant
Type: Modern AU, holiday fic
Characters Involved: Henriette of Wessex, Frederick of Kent ( @that-scouse-wizard ) Odalric the Red, Denegifu of Scotland, Juliana of York, Cuthfelda of Ireland, Hilda the Smith, Agatha of Kent, Elfreda (Alys)
Characters mentioned: Respective pairings of the siblings
Taglist: @hphmmatthewluther @gaygryffindorgal
Rating: PG
It was early in the morning when the Somerset house became a mess of cooking, moving furniture and barking orders. Akelda, still cuddling in Edward’s arms, hummed and shifted so she’d cling even more to his warm body.
Not letting go, Edward mumbled “My love?”
“Hmmm.”
“We have to get up and help them.”
“Five more minutes.”
Edward smiled, kissing her cheek to see if he could stir her awake. No reaction, still asleep. He kissed her again, making more noise. She chuckled but didn’t budge. He gently poked her and she groaned in complaint. Then, he moved to her collarbone and made a farting sound. She yelped, bolting awake “Hey!”
“Rise and shine, my little blossom.”
She giggled, grabbing a pillow and hitting him playfully with it. He laughed, retaliating easily. Soon, a pillow battle ensued, both chasing one another in Akelda’s rather spacious room, both yelping and laughing, feathers flying around. Seeing that her pillow had faded away, she shrieked and started running away, but he was quicker and picked her up, covering her in kisses as she yelled and giggled, her short platinum hair all over his face. Both falling to her puff, with Edward on top of her, they both relented, giggling and breathing heavily.
“Alright, alright, I’m awake!”
He kissed her nose, making her giggled “Good morning to you too.”
They suddenly became aware of their position and were about to kiss when Juliana opened the door and called out “Bone later, come help now!” And left.
After a minute of silence, they both looked at one another and burst out laughing “I suppose we should face your family.”
“If we must.”
They both got up and, sporting matching pyjamas, went downstairs, where Akelda’s parents were cooking at least three different dishes as Denegifu helped Odalric move furniture and Hilda, as usual, did it on her own. Agatha was decorating alongside Juliana, and Cuthfelda was setting the table. Henriette looked at her daughter and smiled “Ah, you two are awake! Why don’t you help out by picking the wines from the winery? Here’s the list.”
“Alright. At what hour do we get ready?”
“Guests will come at five, so be ready before then!” Frederick responded.
Hand-in-hand, they both went downstairs, to the slightly illuminated winery and Akelda started reading aloud the needed alcohol “Let’s see: mulled wine, Chardonnay, champagne, gin, scotch and a negroni.”
“Good Lord, how much alcohol do they need?” Edward mused.
“Given the length of the family, their partners and families…”
Edward shook his head “I swear, if I have to watch Juliana flirt with that poor married man again…”
“It seems that his wife doesn’t mind.”
“Gross.” He winced.
Akelda giggled and kissed his cheek, and he quickly softened at her touch. As they reached the wine section, without needing a word, Edward easily prompted Akelda up and she picked the oldest wine there, from 1903. She handed him the wine and put it on the bag. They did the same with the rest among laughs and jokes from Edward, and often taking breaks from having Akelda piggyback on him. Of course, Akelda kissed his supposed ‘boo boos’, though she knew it was an excuse for her to kiss him. An excuse she gladly took.
After they were done counting and checking, they both sat for a bit. Akelda sat on his lap, and he stroked her arm, both in comfortable silence, lazily kissing their cheeks.
“Who knew picking wine bottles would be a workout?”
“Don’t you go to the gym often?” She jested.
“Yes, though I don’t have my girlfriend on my back most of the time.”
Akelda sticked out her tongue and he pecked her on the lips. Gazing onto her, he knew that it was time. His mother was coming over after years of made-up excuses to not come, and after much talking, they agreed: he and Akelda had been together since their third year at Hogwarts, he was basically another one of the family and was crazy about Akelda. And Akelda was crazy about him. They’d be graduating soon.
Finally, what seemed like Dene and Juli arguing again broke them from their trance, they both sighed and went back upstairs, where her sisters were yet again arguing.
“It is my dress! You know that purple is my colour!” Juliana shouted.
“You’re not the only one who dresses in purple! Besides, what are you, the inventor of purple?”
“No, I am the owner of it!”
“Girls, please…” Frederick pleaded, but went unheard.
Akelda clapped hard “Time out! Dene, explain what’s going on.”
Dene sighed “Juli has lost sight of her dress and is, of course, blaming me for it, despite knowing that my dress is white, not purple.”
“I tried to check on her wardrobe, but she wouldn’t let me!”
“Why?” Akelda asked.
“Because it’s my room, and thus my property!” Juliana shouted.
“Why don’t Akelda search for it? It’d be neutral property. I can supervise.” Edward proposed.
“What do you think?” Akelda asked.
“Fine by me.” Denegifu conceded.
“But none of you will be there. Go back to your chores.”
Both sisters sighed and went on. Akelda and Edward both went to Dene’s room, and Akelda searched for it while Edward stood watch. No sign of Juliana’s dress. Mostly clothes of white, black and cream, and no purple in sight.
They tried Juli’s room, and it was a mess to say the least. Edward even had to help with it, and searched on the top shelves of her massive wardrobe. There were old phones, sheets, hidden food, small chests of her private stuff, old dirty magazines but no dress. Akelda looked down the bed and found many purple garments, but no dress.
“Godric, even her thongs are purple.” She mumbled.
Edward grimaced “Gee, thank you for the image.”
Akelda giggled and gave him a tender kiss “Is it gone?”
He pretended to think “I don’t know. Care to double check?”
She shook her head but kissed him anyways, this time longer, and he quickly placed his hands on her waist, deepening the kiss.
Of course, Juliana walked in again “Ugh, can you please not make out in my room?” They separated and asked “Did you find it?”
“Nope. You have everything purple here save a dress. If you don’t count last year’s dress.”
They finally tried one last room where the servants washed the dresses, and Akelda spotted a lilac fabric. There it was, all cleaned up and hanging ready “Mystery solved, Watson.”
Edward hugged her from behind and kissed her temple “That’s my girl.”
She gave it to a happy Juliana, making her promise to apologize to Dene, and she relented. Edward and Akelda went back to their room, which had a door that communicated with the other so they’d be spending time together whenever they wanted, courtesy of Odalric for her seventeenth birthday. Both started changing into their evening clothes. Akelda would wear a baby blue dress that sparkled, alongside long star earrings, her grandmother’s ring and a pearl choker that Edward bought her with some of his savings as a three-year anniversary gift.
Edward, on his part, dressed up in his red suit, which Akelda had helped design and which she always remarked how handsome he looked and how much she loved it. Dropping into his pocket the special gift, he put on Akelda’s favourite cologne and straightened his collar and brushed one more time his hair, wanting to look presentable for his love and in-laws. And, of course, his mother. Taking a long breath, he whispered “You got this.” And met Akelda outside.
His eyes widened at the sight before him: she was a winter goddess, with her sparkly blue dress hugging her figure, a V-neck decorated with fur, her hair slicked back and with two fur gloves that reached her elbow, and her equally frosty makeup. “Akelda, you look… perfect.”
She kissed his cheek, leaving a mark of her pink gloss on his cheek that he would not wipe out “And you look very handsome.”
He offered his arm and she accepted, encountering Odalric already dressed in white and gold, and Denegifu, who wore a illusionary dress that looked like she was naked and covered in diamonds, a certain replica of a dress from Marylin Monroe.
Coming downstairs, Hilda and Agatha were already there. Hilda was wearing a suit with a vest, showing off her muscles, and Agatha wore a simple yet cute pink dress. Her mother wore a white dress with a plunged V-neck that was covered by a long boa of fur, and her father wore a black suit with his hair perfectly brushed. Cuthfelda followed, with a royal blue dress and her hair in a complex hairdo. Juliana was yet to come, probably wanting to make an entrance. Akelda, noticing her boyfriend’s sudden queasiness, squeezed his hand and kissed his cheek, easing him. It worked, but his shoulders tense once his mother, Elfreda, made an entrance. She was wearing a cute blue dress and greeted the hosts. When it was time to greet her son, she hugged him warmly and exchanged knowing looks. She turned to Akelda and smiled “You look beautiful, dear. This shall be a night to remember.”
Akelda looked at her, then back to her boyfriend, who shrugged. When the next wave of guests arrived, Juliana made her entrance, wearing a very revealing sparkling purple dress. Akelda whispered that tomorrow she’d wake up with a terrible cold, and Edward chuckled “Her dress is certainly something, but doesn’t hold a candle to you.”
“Don’t let Juli hear that, or this will be a long night.”
He chuckled. He hoped it’d be a long night, but for other reasons.
The dinner party had winded down, and guests had started mingling, some of them already tipsy. With one look at Frederick, who nodded, he was quick to whisk away Akelda away from her mother, who winked him good luck. They went outside, and he of course offered his jacket. They started walking.
“Where are we going, my love?”
“To the greenhouse.”
“Why?”
He smiled “You’ll see.”
When they reached the doors, he covered Akelda’s eyes and started walking her to the place he had set up earlier that night, when Akelda had been once again helping Agatha with her homework. When they reached the destination, he took off his hands and she looked around, gasping. It had been decorated with a beautiful desk, and her comfort food instead of the dinner’s finger food. In front of them was the fountain, that read ‘I love you’ in sparkles. Akelda looked at her boyfriend “You replicated the dinner where you asked me to be your girlfriend?”
He nodded, and she quickly covered his face in kisses. He laughed “Hey, I’m not done! Sit down.”
He pulled the chair for her and served the cheesy gnocchi they tried on a family vacation to Parma, and she quickly dig in. She moaned, savouring the dish “Mmm! How did you replicate the recipe of the restaurant?”
“I may have reached out to the chef and beg him to give it to me for a special occasion…”
She kissed his hand and they talked for a bit about everything, commenting the flowers. Glancing at his clock, he knew that midnight would strike at any minute. He had two minutes to say the words.
He looked at her well. The moonlight on her face, the reflect of the water on her silver hair and the flowers surrounding him were enough to shoot his shot. He took her hands and cleared his throat “Akelda… These past seven years have been challenging: my mother back, the dispute of my father, the Battle of Hogwarts, your illness… it was all rough for me, and I was scared many times, but there is one thing that kept me brave: you. Seeing you smile through the pain, face it all with grace and kindness, and your love is what has made me braver, and everything that I am today is thanks to you.”
“Edward—,”
“Being your boyfriend has been the best thing in my life, and I am more than sure that you’re the woman of my dreams. I…” And then, midnight struck, and the rare flowers he had ordered bloomed, the room shining. He got on one knee and showed the blue sapphire ring Akelda always mused about having someday “Akelda Eunice Somerset, will you spend the rest of your lifetime with me?”
Akelda stood there, tearing up at such beautiful words, and broke into a smile “Edward, yes… YES!!”
Trembling of emotion, he placed the ring on her finger and got up. He kissed her as he grabbed her by her waist and spun her around, both crying of emotion and kissing each other. He whispered “I am the happiest man alive.”
“So am I.” She whispered back.
They kissed again, this time passionately, their emotions and lips doing the talking for them. His hands traced her neckline, then her back, drawing circles on her sides, just as hers tugged at his wild hair before they descended on his neck and chest “I love you so much… I can hardly breathe when I’m around you.”
“Please do. I need a live groom when I walk down the aisle.”
They both laughed and he kissed her again, dipping her as he deepened the kiss, his hand getting a grip on her leg, drawing gentle circles “I don’t want to get out of here.”
“Neither do I. I want to freeze time and stay here forever.”
“Then let’s not go yet. Stay here with me.”
“I plan to.” He whispered before kissing her again, laying her on the floor gently, not ready to be parted from her yet.
When they finally went back to the mansion, Edward was grinning widely and Akelda was shining as brightly as her sapphire engagement ring. All the guests looked back at them and he took her hand triumphantly, showing the ring “She said yes!”
Their parents cheered, and the sisters started squealing and going over to her sister, gazing at her ring as they gushed on how it had gone. Frederick and Edward shook hands, and Henriette and Elfreda hugged him warmly “Welcome to the family. Both of you.”
Akelda embraced her parents and her mother-in-law, smiling widely “I’m happy to have a girl like you on my family.” Elfreda said.
“And I’m happy to be part of your family as well.”
The party finally ended an hour later, and the newly engaged couple walked back to their shared room. He kissed her ring “I can’t wait to be your wife.”
“And I can’t wait to spend a lifetime with you.”
Akelda smiled “I’ve got you something, but I don’t think it’d be as grand as this,” she raised her palm, showing her ring. Edward smiled.
“Whatever it is, I’ll love it.”
Akelda grabbed the small gift and gave it to him. He opened it and admired it. It was a pair of golden cufflinks with red and blue gemstones. The red one had an ‘A’ on it, and the blue one had an ‘E’ which each looked like Akelda and Edward’s handwriting. He beamed “My love… it’s beautiful! I don’t know how to thank you!”
Akelda smiled “How about you cuddle with me tonight? As a starter.”
He smiled, picking her up and both setting into her princess bed together.
They fell asleep, with a hopeful promise of a forever together.
#hp founders era#founders era#akelda the tragic#edward the valiant#akelda x edward#akedward#oc: henriette of wessex#frederick of kent#denegifu of scotland#juliana of york#oldaric the red#cuthfelda of ireland#hilda the smith#agatha of kent#modern au#founders era modern au#mywriting*
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are we talking soulsborne ocs. i have one. i love him.
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my favorite thing about the lands between is the wide diversity of ways a person can engage in wildly irresponsible magical shenanigans. like the world is your oyster w/ regard to hubris
#its me boy. [ooc]#// zelya vc dragon communion is irresponsible and only ends in catastrophe! but glintstone never does anything bad to you#// merri vc PUT DOWN THAT ROCK IT'S GONNA CONVERT YOUR FLESH INTO GLINTSTONE! also hehe dragon fire breath go brrrr#// & then heysel is over here like. the f in frenzied flame stands for 'fun for the family'#// oldaric how could i forget oldaric. mr 'what's a little blood sacrifice between besties'
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@aberrantthornes / cont. from here.
he has been down here before. he wonders, really, if the man before him recognizes him -- oldaric, crouched from the drop of the balcony above, barely able to speak a word before there was a scythe cutting his throat and. . .
well. awakening under the table in the main room of the hold had been a surprise, the glittering of grace falling around him as if to say smooth introduction, wise guy.
so, here he is again, expecting the reaction this time. there’s the glimmer of a shielding sorcery around him, a bubble of magic separating them, and he offers a smile beneath the gleam.
alberich, the mad tongue. alberich, the red sorcerer. alberich the heretic -- just like him. they stand off for a bare moment before his words ring true and the man before him gestures to speak privately in another room of the hold.
“ yes! of course, of course. by your leave. ”
he ducks his head in greeting, a shorter version of the honored bow, before he slinks down the gestured hallway.
“ i have been waiting to meet you properly! ”
#aberrantthornes#the fallen leaves tell a story. / main.#oldaric vc hey so can we talk without me getting murdered thaaaaaanks
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@aberrantsorcery / some nerds can pants you back
“I can see you, you know.” She raised her leg and slammed one booted foot into the base of the tree, giving it a solid shake. “And I know you’ve been following me. Come down here and tell me what you want.” She kicked the tree again for good measure, watching the leaves rain down as it swayed. This man had been tailing her ever since she’d left the Albinauric village, and she was tiring of it.
#aberrantsorcery#✢ verse: emboldened by flame.#✢ thread.#|| let me know if i should change anything!#|| i just know oldaric is interested in gideon's shit.
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i should crawl back onto my elden ring oc blog too
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I GOT OLDAR !!!
the rest is. down there
bites you bites you bites you bites you bites you
this is my day i get to do whatevr i want >:-) okay.
#pizza tower#hiii pizza tower tag.... :-)#i dont feel like tagging all of the bosses#and im not gonna elaborate on who the last one is yet#older! yay!!!#birthday. i mean#my power grows stronger every year :-)
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Next up in OC posting:
Syggironn Usyntyrnwyn!
(Sigrun Utherwyn)
Syggironn is the only daughter of Usyntyrn Danidoernsyn, a marauder, and Raging Blossom, a musketeer. Her parents lived on the open road with a small adventuring party including the viera arcanist Kareya Strell and the elezen lancer Oldaric Josseloux until a job turned sour. Usyntyrn and Kareya don't like to talk about what happened that day, but Syggironn knows it as the last time she saw her Ma or uncle Oldaric.
(Commissioned from Lukeinhas, also my icon!)
Usyntyrn and Kareya took young Syggironn back to Limsa Lominsa and found work there; Usyntyrn taking up work as a blacksmith and Kareya finding a position with the Arcanists' guild. For six long years Syggironn fought with her father to leave the city and wander the open road again to no avail. Work at Summerford Farms was the only escape from the maritime city-state and she took every opportunity to slip some coin away to buy her first sword. Had things turned out differently, had her father given her the chance to wander freely, she would have proudly pulled the family Axe down from the hearth and set out as a marauder; instead she bought a worn old short sword and passage to Vesper Bay. From the Thanalan port Syggironn made her way inland, traversing the treacherous deserts alone for the days-long journey until she caught the attention of a passing caravan and found passage the rest of the way as a guard.
The next few years were spent as a gladiator fighting down in the pits of the bloodsands. It was during her time in the arena that she came to be known as Sigrun Utherwyn; a gladiatorial columnist for the Mythril Eye had misheard her name during a bout and misreported it. Having had some trouble with Ul'dahns pronouncing her name already, Syggironn chose to make the misspelling her own.
From there a young mage by the name of Tenko hired her on as a bodyguard; enough a rising star to be confident of her skill, but not so much that his meager coinpurse wouldn't be able to pay for her services.
(From Coto!)
And from there her story begins! I've written snippets in the past, she has a carrd that's been neglected for some time and I might edit to add later.
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think azalin would ever fall in love?
In the source material, he certainly never does.
Could he is a rather complex question. In the novels and source material, he is never shown as having any interest in romantic relationships. Throughout the course of his life, Firan viewed the majority of the people he met as tools to be utilized. There were a few rare exceptions, however - his younger brother as well as two peasants that were nice to him when he had lost all of his memories - Oldar and Balitor. He also showed genuine love for his son, even if it was very twisted.
That all said, I read Azalin/Firan as an aromantic. Of course, that does not mean he cannot fall in love. Aromantics can and do love others, their relationships just tend to look differently than what society deems as 'traditional'.
So, that all said, it could be possible, but it would have to be an incredibly rare individual that would gain Azalin's respect enough to also gain his affections. I'm not even sure he would pursue someone if he did end up 'falling in love'. Most likely he would end up being jealousy prone but never admit it or convince himself he hates the individual for making him 'feel' things.
Long answer short - anything is possible, but I feel bad for whoever is on the receiving end of Azalin's interest.
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--— 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 : introduction.
BASICS
character name : scarlet potter
age + birthday + zodiac : twenty - two, dec 4, sagittarius
gender + pronouns : cisfemale + she / her
sexual orientation : pansexual
traits: creative, impulsive, empathetic, individualistic
specialization : magical art
year : third
house : gryffindor
extracurricular activities : broom racing, drama club, aurelius choir, astronomy club
home region / school : southwest / oldaric
blood status : half blood
wand : tbd
patronus (if applicable) : non - corporeal
ABOUT
only daughter of the potter family - though she looks like their mother, she certainly takes after her father a great deal. she’s got his mischievous spirit, ever has since she was a little baby.
she’s always been chasing after her older brother, or taking large steps in front of her younger brother - even if sometimes she shows her love in different ways. they’re all very different, and even so, scarlet feels a bit more out of place than the other two.
art has been the only thing to really capture her attention, loving the way she could express herself - and even then, that interest has changed over the years. from charming paint brushes, acting along to muggle plays, learning instruments, or singing along to the radio (always a bit too early and a bit too loud.)
forever the middle child, she does things for attention - from her parents, from her brothers, from her peers - and can find herself getting up to no good. sometimes it’s harmless, sometimes it’s a bit mischievous. she certainly has a bit stronger of a party/adventurous spirit and isn’t afraid to explore.
she’s figuring it out - seems a bit more go with the flow than she lets on - deep down she wonders if she’ll ever truly figure out what she should pursue and feels like she’s letting the potter name down.
WANTED CONNECTIONS
friends : of all types ! could be friends from childhood, gryfinndor friends, a little mischievous squad, drinking or party buddies, confidants, former friends, etc !
enemies : give her someone to not like ! maybe it’s not that deep, maybe it’s frenemies, maybe they did something to her brothers ? maybe they’ve just never clicked !
romance : exes ! on good or bad terms ? a will they / won’t they, a never the right time, a silly crush, situationships with feelings or no feelings !
random : maybe your muse is also into art, maybe they meet at night and ride brooms around the campus and beyond, maybe they’re a good influence, or a worse influence, maybe someones trying to be a mentor of sorts
truly anything else !!
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