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romanttia · 2 days
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I haven't post art in forever cuz graduation is coming 😭 but here's some ror oc doodle dump from my insta 😤❤
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Lanjar redesign & her Olympus dress
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That one MLP meme & Nyi Blorong 🐍
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My Blood of Zeus oc!!! Since season 2 is coming thought I'd bring her back 💕💖
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viviennevermillion · 4 months
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Guys I got my Buddha x OC commission by the amazingly talented @/nieca5 on Instagram and I love it so much 🥺🥺🥺🥺
My OC, Isolde, is a Valkyrie & the daughter of Freya and a demigod, making her about 3/4 god. As her divine powers haven't manifested yet, instead of helping the other Valkyries to guide the human souls to Valhalla, she greets them there once they arrive. While the gods who held her position before would often intimidate the humans and remind them of their place, Isolde understands herself as more of a glorified tour guide, often presenting her introduction of the realm as an extravagant musical number.
She has a Disney Princess demeanor and adores her once human partner with all her heart. Her best friends on the other hand are Nostradamus and Apollo and they're a disaster trio. Sometimes they partake in the musical numbers.
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44ryder · 11 months
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Hercules walks you home after a mission, but Buddha has *cough cough* company over
(Y/n): “thank you for walking me home, sorry we didn’t make much progress today.”
Hercules: “don’t worry about it, as long as we keep doing our best, we’ll figure out a plan!”
(Y/n): *giggles* “I’m glad you have enough confidence for the both of us.”
Hercules: “get plenty of rest, I’ll see you tomorrow!”
(Y/n): “yeah goodnight-……I can’t go in.”
Hercules: *confused* “did you forget your key?”
(Y/n): “no… the drapes are pulled…Buddha only closes the curtain drapes when he has…a friend over.”
Hercules: *still confused*
(Y/n): “it’s like a neck tie on the door knob.”
Hercules: *even more confused* “…oh”
*Buddhas voice from inside the house:* “don’t be shy, ya know you like it~”
Hercules and (y/n) beat red
*loud unknown female voice*: “Ohhh Buddha you magnificent beast!!!”
(Y/n): “Gahh! We’re too close!”
Hercules and (y/n) running away.
Buddha: *loudly* “ahhh shaddup and take it baby!”
(Y/n): “Still too close!!!”
P.s. My ror fanfic is officially published on wattpad (check my bio) with new chapters every Thursday! Hit me up with ideas!!!
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amphitriteswife · 3 months
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Too far in to turn Away
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Warnings: Angst, no comfort. Newest chapter incident.
Pairing: Loki x Sigyn reader.
Disclaimer: Sigyn in this story belongs to @miss-seanymph-pani ‘s oc.
Tags:@miss-seanymph-pani @brokensenseofhumor @vilereign @monstertreden @tinyy-tea-cup @viostar2095 @nicasdreamer
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Loki was staring up at the ceiling. His eyes not really holding any emotion besides sadness and perhaps regret. He hates feelings. They bothered him and he had no idea on how to deal with them. They were a nuisance. Odin had forbidden him to do anything. Yet everyone was surprised that he obliged. It was no secret that he was dealing with something and he hated it. He hated that everyone knew. Ironic isn’t it? He’s usually always in other’s business. Yet when it comes to himself he dispises it. He turned and looked at the mirror. His eyes staring directly into his. He hated it. He looked pathetic. He hated looking at the effect this all had on him.
He took a deep breath and sighed before he left his chambers. On his way out he bumped into Sif and Idunn. Loki could already feel their displeased aura. Sif looked at him with masked anger. She was one off the goddesses his wife was close with. He clenched jaw and avoided Sif who scoffed at him. Her gold hair flaring up. He remembered how Sif got her golden hair. He played a prank on her and had to pay the price. He laughed a little. The relaisstation hit him like a ton of bricks. This was just like any other prank he played, he now had to pay the price. But now it was different, because no matter the prank, no matter how bad he fucked up, she would be there for him. But she isn’t here….and its all his fault. Loki felt his eyes sting and swallowed before he excused himself. He still smiled as ever, yet his eyebrows and eyes gave away what he was feeling. Eyes are the mirror of one’s soul after all. He walked past both Sif and Idunn. He hadn’t looked at Idunn once, but already knew she only felt pity for him as if he was a pathetic child.
He walked endlessly in the castle. Why? He couldn’t answer that question either. Perhaps he was unintentionally searching for something. Something that reminded him of her. That’s why he even got up today. For her. He’d do it all just for her. He was too deep in thought to know that he stopped in front of the room he once kept a secret in. His eyes lingering on the handle before you could hear a soft clink of the handle being pushed. He stepped inside the room and scanned it. His eyes falling on the porcelain doll. It looked dusty, as if no one took care of it. Loki closed the door and walked towards the doll. With every step he took he felt his anger flare up. He hated that thing now. He scowled and grabbed the doll by the shoulder before forcefully slamming it to the ground, shattering it in the process. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself before his eyes noticed the wedding dress. It was plain and simple. Why? Was it plain and simple? A wedding dress is usually lavish and stylish right? So why that dress?… that’s because his wife wore a similar wedding dress. Loki picked up the wedding dress and dusted it off and neatly folded it. The dress was a reminder of his wife, how could he not neatly take care of it? He placed the dress on the bed in the room.
He took a step away from the bed and accidentally broke a another piece of the doll. He scoffed and stepped on the doll’e face, breaking it into even more pieces. The whole idea of that thing looking like Brunhilde made him sick. Why did he ever like her in the first place? Why? Brunhilde already had Siegfried, and he had his dear wife. He scoffed. He hated all of this. He wants to take it back. To make it seem as if it’s all a joke. But it wouldn’t help. He clenched his teeth, his body shaking. He himself wasn’t even sure if it wad rage or sadness. He closed his eyes, some tears falling in the process. He quickly put a hand over his mouth to suppress the sobs. He hated this. This wasn’t like him. Loki doesn’t cry. He doesn’t feel anything other than mischief and sadism. He hates humans. So why was he here in crying like one? He was a sobbing mess. He didn’t mean for all this to happen. He never wanted to hurt you. Why did he ever even like Brunhilde?…that’s right, it was because it reminded him of his wife of when she was a Valkyrie before she descended to a goddess. He didn’t love Brunhilde. He just loves what he saw in her, and what he saw was his wife.
Loki started sobbing even harder and buried his face into his hands quietly mumbled something for no one to hear. ‘Please..:i’m so sorry, i’ll do everything to make it right…I’ll cry and beg if thats what you want…. I know i’m a fool who took you for granted….please…I’ll do it all of you ask me too…i’m sorry….i’m so…so sorry….’ He sobbed some more before he took another deep breath to calm the crying. His eyes landed on a painting. A painting of his wife. It was a vivid and beautiful painting. A deep pain came over him as her he remembered that day, the day they had gotten married. He stared at the painting, but soon saw something he didn’t like. In the painting Loki was laying in her lap while he looked up at her, however her head was turned to the side a bit and so were her eyes. ‘Where are you looking at?’ Loki asked her in the painting as if she could respond. His eyes still burning from the tears. It annoyed him that she wasn’t looking at him. He walked closer to the painting ‘Don’t look away. Look at me.’ He said to the painting as if he was having a full conversation, yet there was no response. Loki fell to his knees in front of the painting and said in between sobs ‘please…I miss you…I want to see you…I hope you come back…Sigyn’
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Note: thank yall for Reading this monstrosity. Also english isn’t my first language. So sorry about thay
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goddess-mixmi · 3 months
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🖤✨Both Beauty & Fierce✨ 🐈‍⬛
Finally watched record of Ragnarok like I promised my friends I would and made a oc for it. Of course I went with an Egyptian god/goddess because of my old fixations, Bastet the Egyptian pantheon here is quite a curious cat and is often seen lounging on a plush bed. If not lounging then sleeping she’s quite outspoken especially when it comes to Aphrodite’s banter, her remarks tend to involve myths about her and associate Anubis which often annoys Bast the most. Whether or not she is partaking in the fight against the gods and mankind, who she will side with will be just as mysterious as she is. She also has a full on cat form she transforms into at will but I ain’t gonna draw that.
She’s also good friends with The Moon Goddess (@/hannahvastialion )and the nervous deity Lanjar (@/0hcerrie )who she just adopted as her friend (Instagram)
(Full version)
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(Without mask)
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(Human form)
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m3l-moony · 5 months
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IN A FIGHT, RIGHT?
(snv/ror x my oc/persona)
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Mel: *looking at Hrist*
Mel: “I can take her...”
Sasaki: “In a fight, right?”
Mel: *silently drinks her coffee*
Sasaki: “In a fight, RIGHT?!”
(a/n): Tbh, idk why I did this—
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sketchy-owl · 7 months
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Humanity lost his first round...Brunhilde and Göll lost their sister and the goddess of peace...lost one of her precious children...her kind jasmine...
This is Eirene's reaction to the first round, as you can see she was affected by Randgriz's death since. like all the valkyries, she was one of the children she raised in the Hesperids garden. Eirene refers to the valkyries with flowers, Randgriz was her jasmine, the flower that represents kindness..
Eirene belongs to @oowlie_art (alias me @sketchy-owl )
Isminai belongs to @mawiotherspace
Arachne belongs to @pockypockycat
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tinyy-tea-cup · 1 month
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The bride and the ugly ass groom 😔💖
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So uhm... Jessie... How did you exactly get that magazine...? Including qin qin?? I could've swore that i kept them all in my storage box .. ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄
—Moon Anon♡
{pretend it was anonymous becausr tumblr doesn't let people send pics when anonymous}
Well, lets just say a little birdie flew by and showed me what was up. Found out a few few weeks later on a couple Nymphs found out and managed to get ahold of some other copies.
She chuckled, taking her hat off before placing it atop Moon’s head. I wouldn’t get so flustered about it though, you’re a mighty fine lady Miss Moon. Both behind of in front of the camera.
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gabelesimp · 29 days
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I've finally colored them, and I love how they turned out!!! (Yes, we stand modern fashioned Amihan, bc yes)
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Yes, I changed her Tattoos to glowing markings!
@riseofamoonycake what do you think of our little Birb Deity? >:D
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riseofamoonycake · 8 months
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Soooo! After a long time, I have finally decided to show you all my ror OC 👉🏻👈🏻😳 obviously, she is a Moon Goddess eheheh
NOTE: Tanit has actually already appeared as the reader in this story, so some of you may have already read about her. The creation of this OC took place in conjunction with the fic, and what was supposed to remain as the reader eventually became something more.
Tanit, Moon Goddess of Carthage (ROR OC)
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🌙 Appearance
Tanit is the Goddess of Love, Fertility and Moon, Mother Goddess and tutelary deity of city of Carthage (Phoenician emporium on the coast of Tunisia). Goddess with an ambivalent face, gentle and sweet with those who ask for her help as ruthless and terrible with her enemies, she appears as a tall and buxom deity, always dressed in red, gold and black. On her head is the diadem with the same symbol reproduced everywhere in Carthage; her pale skin always emanates a soft clarity, while her tears are reputed to cure infertility.
🌙 Past...
Tanit was born as a simple lunar deity: her role was to accompany the moon on its nocturnal journey and look after the mothers of all species and their offspring.
Her fortunes changed following a incident in which she unwittingly deprived the king of his pantheon of his military honors and the city of Carthage began to venerate her as its patroness and main goddess; this provoked a war among the gods which culminated in the burning of Carthage, the exile of Tanit and the death of her husband, who had tried to defend her. Alone, abandoned among the ruins of the city, the goddess did not lose heart and decided to live among the citizens and help them rebuild everything: and so Carthage reborn from its ashes and became even more splendid and powerful than before. Tanit's power extended into the Mediterranean and touched many coastal areas; however… however, her fortunes took a sharp turn again when the couple of priest and priestess who tended her main temple, and with whom she had a relationship, died of old age, and the goddess was unable to face the pain of this loss. At this point, in fact, she left Carthage and began to wander the world, unrecognizable: her skin was black, her eyes were blind and wherever the moon went, instead of illuminating, it darkened, showing everyone the pain of her lady.
In this state, the sacred sources say, she was found by the God of Lightnings Indra: she attacked him first, seeing in him an enemy, and he was forced to fight until he was able to defeat her and took her with him to the Hindu Pantheon, which welcomed and worked hard to heal her pain.
🌙... And present
After centuries and centuries, Tanit has recovered from her pain and now lives in close contact with the Hindu gods, who consider her as a sister. She is afraid of love because she fears suffering again, however she can't help but adore Benzaiten and doesn't disdain the attentions of Shiva, who spoils and pampers her a little too much for being just a friend. She believes that her fate has no surprises for her, yet, once again, something changes and it does during Ragnarok (which secretly sees her side with men): after the Fifth Fight, the goddess meets for the first time the God of the Storms Rudra, the much-named companion of Shiva, and her beliefs are put to the test.
Also, she is close to Marte.
🌙 Names
Lady of Carthage, Moon of Carthage, Great Moon, Great Moon Mother
🌙 More about the character
She always breastfeeds orphans and cubs, animals and humans. Her breasts are always full of milk;
When she feels strong emotions, especially during sex, her eyes ooze silver and golden tears;
Under her dresses, she wears a lot of golden chains and jewels. This gold is strong, infused with her blessing and the love of her city because it is made by the goldsmiths of Carthage, and cannot be broken;
For some centuries, when a moon cycle is about to ending and starting anew, a little black moon can be seen floating near Tanit. It is a sort of emanation with its own thoughts and personality, and helps the goddess to protect herself and the others in this delicate phase. This fellow is a mischievous one and takes its duty very seriously, so when it is present nobody can approach Tanit, or it will attack and bite. Its name is Hannibal, like the strongest general of Carthage, and it loves and respects only its lady.
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{A character sheet of Moon!}
If you cant understand pls click "keep reading"
-Moon appeared out of nowhere ever since the recovery of Qin Shi Huang. All we know shes a human female and is 22 years old. It's said that Moon isn't even her real name. She usually wears a mask covering her full face but removes it once near someone comfortable or during bathe/eating/sleeping time. She was the one who made Qin remove his blindfold willingly.
name: Moon (?)
Species: human
Gender: female (she/they)
Age: 22 yrs old
Height: 5'6ft (167cm)
Hobbies: baking, drawing, archery, gun shooting
Likes: lily of the vallies, mooncakes, bunnirs
Dislikes: people invading privacie
Nationality: N/a
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amphitriteswife · 1 month
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Sounds Of Broken Memories
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Pairing: ! Loki x Sigyn reader
Warings: latest chapter incident
Disclaimer: Sigyn belongs to @miss-seanymph-pani. This shit kinda badly written tbh
Setting: normal au!
Source: shuumatsu no Valkyrie/ Record of Ragnarok
Characters: brunhilde, Sigyn reader, Loki
Genre: angst
Tags: @shark-queen-101 @tinyy-tea-cup @vilereign @monstertreden @nicasdreamer @jonquilclegane @riseofamoonycake @imperfectbloodmoon @swallowtail-lotus @gabelesimp @sigyn-foxyposts @heldril @bromeliae @brokensenseofhumor @telvess @salmonpoki
Language: English
Note: I got inspired by my own feelings? Mostly sadness cause i just tried to put feelings into words.
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How long has it been since the last time he saw you? He doesn’t remember, all he knows is that he knows that’s it’s way too long. Loki closed his eyes and plopped onto his bed. The feeling of regret and embarrassment flooding over him. How could he ever show his face? Not only did he piss off the gods by wanting to side with Brunhilde, his wife divorced him in the process which only pissed the Nordic gods more, but some gods of other pantheons too. The image of the other gods looking at him with pity worried him more than their anger. Odin had been quiet but his silence spoke enough for him to know that he shouldn’t do anything reckless. Thor could only look at him with pity, he was never one to show many emotions but it was clearer than ever. Though, he rather had Thor’s pity than the anger of his gold haired wife Sif, who could possibly murder him with one gaze of her anger. It felt as if everyone was against him, and it bothered him greatly. He couldn’t help but feel even more emotions, it scared him. How could someone as mischievous as him feel like this? He never cared how other’s felt by his antics…so why does he care now? He didn’t know. He never felt this way…not until now…He sighed again and put his arm over his eyes. He felt a wave of strong emotions overwhelm him, in a way to hold himself together he bit his lower lip very hard. He was sure that was going to leave a mark. He closed his eyes wanting to get away from everything. The feelings. The hurt. The confusion of what he feels.
Loki felt his eyes water a bit and pushed himself of the bed. He paced around the room a bit. His hands finding it’s way to his face. His breath got heavier. The realization and the weight of the situation getting even more intense. It feels suffocating, it felt as if there were a million hands on his body, all representing things it could be. Guilt? Regret? Hurt? Realization? He couldn’t pin point it. But there was one that he could…one that made him suffocate….The hands gripping on his neck, it felt as of someone was choking him…or was it to tell hom that it was his really his fault? Or was it to tell him that the guilt was weighing on him? He tried his best, he really tried, to not let the suffocation get to him. But it got too much…so much and he bursted in tears. It looked so pathetic doesn’t it? A person who hurt others crying for something he done. Knowing he can’t take it back. Knowing he’ll have to live with this guilt. The guilt of hurting his Sigyn, the guilt of his family being broken up because of him. The guilt of the pantheon losing a precursor Valkyrie because of him, the guilt of acting as of he is a victim, when in reality he is the one who hurt her. It’s pathetic. So pathetic. A god isn’t supposed to be like this. A god doesn’t cry. A god doesn’t show mercy or remorse. A god doesn’t care what he does. Especially not the Loki, the got of mischief. Then why was he here doing all the things he wasn’t supposed to do? Why was he being pathetic? Is he pathetic?
He doesn’t know. He can’t deny, not confirm. All of this is too much. It’s too much. He can’t handle it. He can’t. It’s too suffocating, too heavy, too strong, too confusing. He doesn’t know. He takes deep breaths. Trying to keep himself together. His breath slowly steadied…a bitter laugh escaping his lips as he lets himself fall to the ground, his back against the wall. Is this what it feels like? ‘Is this what you felt at that moment Sigyn?’ He understands now. It’s a dark pit. A void. A void that crushes you heart, it makes you feel so much yet nothing at the same time. It’s simple yet complicated. It can be your milestone and you’ll get out stronger…or it’ll be your end. He sighed again and pulled himself to his feet. Loki’s eyes drifted to a portrait. A portrait of her. How could he ever have done this to her? She was a strong woman, even when she was human, a Valkyrie or a goddess, during all of them she was strong. He felt so much guilt, instead of being the one she can rely on, the one she can turn to, he was the one who ended up being the one who hurted her. He hated that. He hated that he ever liked brunhilde. He only liked her because she represented his wife. Brunhilde had her own lover and her loyalty to him. He hated it. He hated what he did, he hated what he caused. But above all he hated himself. Loki walked up to the painting, his fingers lingering on the dried paint. It touched it as of it could crack if he put to much pressure. His eyes scanned over the painting, taking in every detail. Her hair, her face, her eyes, her lips, everything. He needs to remember it. He needs to know. He needs to see her again. He must. He has to. Yet he can’t. He’s to scared. To afraid. Afraid of facing what he caused. Afraid of seeing hurt and sadness in her eyes that once held love and kindness for him.
Loki felt his stomach drop. He began to doubt everything. What if he wasn’t going to see her again. What if she moved on…then…he has nothing left. He’ll lose everything. He doesn’t want it. He knows now. He knows. He knows that he wants only her and not Brunhilde….is it to late? Too late to say sorry? Too late to tell her how much he loves her…how much he would take it all back? Too late to choose for her? He doesn’t want that to happen… He suddenly realized that he was gripping the golden frame of the painting too hard. He missed her…he can’t explain it. This room…this floor…this palace…it doesn’t feel like home anymore… he sighs and softly pressed his forehead against the glass of the painting. He won’t hear her laughs anymore. He won’t see her smile or her scoff when he pulls a prank, he won’t see her look at him again…he won’t see her enjoy the nature of the Norse landscape again… Loki’s form trembled against the painting. That’s right. What made this a home. His home. Was her. She was the one that felt as of he was at home…not the palace or the broken memories they shared…Just her. She was enough.
Parallel lines never meet. They go on forever and ever, but never touch. Same goes for perpendicular lines. They meet once, but they’ll drift apart forever…perhaps they were meant to drift apart…
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okuratsukiko · 10 months
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And here I have my one of many RoR ocs' reference sheet.
I've made this a while ago but I wanna post it here too ><
Lemme introduce you to Dewi Sri, The Goddess of Rice and Fertility from th Ancient Javanese Pantheon!!
A human who ascended to the heavens, becoming a God along with her younger brother. The Goddess who cares for the people through crops and harvests. Sri has always put a smile on her face despite the tragedies that had happened to her. Because behind that smile of hers was a story of sorrows and struggle to protect her loved ones.
Facts about her : - She was married to Vishnu. Their marriage was a punishment for Sri because she was an accomplice to a major incident in her pantheon - Sri has two sons, one when she was with Vishnu and the other is with her current spouse - While Sri has two sons in Godhood, she never had any in her times as a human. Unlike her, Sadana, Sri's younger brother had one. - Sri may not be proficient in combat, but she has a vast world of knowledge in her head. Spells and curses are up in her alley.
p.s. about her falling for one of the human champions, I changed that bit ^^'. Currently she's married to one of my mutual's oc!
Also I will post fake screenshots of my other RoR ocs here too if you all want to see more!
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m3l-moony · 6 months
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I found this cute witch picrew and decided to make my snv/ror oc! Which is more like me than the oc, but that's okay (she's a bit of a self-insert)
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Picrew→ °°°
Tagging; @riseofamoonycake @praisethesuuun @tulipminami @lotusmybeloved @aftongiulien @roygiri @heldril and everyone who wants to join!!
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sketchy-owl · 1 year
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👀 The mischievous twins are here, Dolos "the mischief" and Nous "the intelligence", children of the Goddess of Peace Eirene and the God of Mischief Loki.
Facts about the twins:
● Very protective towards their mother
● They prefer their uncle Thor over their own father.
● Dolos is Pansexual while Nous is bisexual.
●During Ragnarok Nous sides the gods unable to forgive human kind for what they did to his mother not knowing that gods are responsible as well, while Dolos, knowing the truth has already forgiven human kind, and he helped Brunhilde also because his lover is a human.
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