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Heya Leone! Hope you’ve been having a good (or survivable) week so far! Here’s two questions that have been on my mind for quite some time:
We know that Aretas and Laverna get a good stream of admirers, but how’s it look for the rest of the ROs? Do people tend to get crushes on/court them often? 🤔
Shoutout to Amatus for gracefully gifting his Ducklings the gift of Being Hot by simply growing up near him btw
Thank you, I've been preoccupied with staying warm, but I can't complain!
Okay this is a cool question, let's see:
Sarai:
(Some have tried to get with her and very few have lived to tell the tale.)
When Aretas was young, many nobles wanted to approach and control a young, politically vulnerable widow. They did not succeed. Now people at court are either too resentful of her power or too afraid to risk the ire of the Aretas to try anything. Still, she has many admires who still appreciate a beautiful woman. She gets love letters, gifts, and marriage proposal's from other kingdoms.
Sutek:
(If he wanted to, he could be getting busy on the regular and have a whole family.)
In the Jackal territory and other parts of Lower Cusmo, he's viewed as a catch. Idir wishes that Sutek would take advantage of his position as guild leader and followed his example, but Sutek keeps mostly to himself. He rebuffs people's advances, assuming people feel obligated or have ulterior motives for approaching him, but he doesn't do it in a cruel way. Unfortunately for him, this only increases his appeal.
Desma:
(She's had some casual flings and broken several hearts because she's careless when it comes to people's feelings. Unless you're one of the ducklings.)
Her intense connection with the ducklings, especially if she has feelings for the MC, makes it hard for her to invest too heavily in other people on an emotional level. The Talons are her family/friends and a roll in the sheets is good fun. Any of the people in Cusmo that thought there could be something more usually found themselves with empty pockets, no palpata, and Desma's confusion about what else they expected.
Merikh:
(People have been interested, but he's too unavailable for it to go anywhere. Plus his ex...was not the best.)
He has that whole broodingly handsome thing going on that has caused people to be interested, but he usually is too busy sulking and thinking about vengeance for it to go anywhere. He's dismissive of the attention he gets at best and at worst he's hostile. People that have been around him long enough to have a crush are usually crushed by his blunt refusal of a confession.
Nari:
(She has some quiet admirers, one closer than others, but most people don't view her that way.)
Ever since she began to follow in her father's footsteps, her marriage proposals have withered away to almost nothing and the offers she does receive are more disrespectful than flattering. She doesn't think any interest people express in her is genuine and has all but given up hoping for it. This has caused her to miss some of the people that are interested, but not vocal.
Heka:
(People are definitely interested, he just doesn't know it.)
He has grown up in a temple and is somewhat oblivious to his good looks. People gives monks food all of the time, so he thinks all of the nice ladies in some of the villages they help out at are just very kind to offer him dinner and baskets of fruit. When he was younger, some of the other monks called him a pretty boy, but that was usually trash talk before a scuffle broke out, so he assumes they're being sarcastic.
P.S. Oh my goodness you're right! Amatus is proof that being hot is contagious haha!
#interactive fiction#honor amongst thieves#if wip#game development#interactive novel#ros#hat if#all ros#sutek#heka#merikh#sarai#nari#desma
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how can someone even know that their neighbor is a vampire?
say hi to Elora Miles or should I say Merikh Von Stein.
I couldn't help but make this sim for @wooldawn <3
#sims#sims 4#the sims 4#sims4#TS4#ts4 cas#ts4 screenshots#s4#s4 simblr#simblr#sims 4 cas#sims cas#sims4 cas#cas screenshot#occult sims#vampire sim#my sims#merikh
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Osiris being a total douche to Merikh~
(Osiris belongs to @skyah)
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#ocs#malaria#mammon#merikh#pimple#bara satan#clyde#ernest#lewis#gallo#richie#lilium#rock paper scissors#religion#god boys
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#ItsMerikh #Ps #SfShoGames
Live https://www.twitch.tv/itsmerikh
#Merikh #Ps #Bg #Bb #ActShoGames #RpAdvGames
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I would have died
Riley Whyte x Merikh.
Merikh belongs to @aesopsbaby
An endless wood, the dead of night.
"now I've done it..." he whined weakly, his body slowly giving up on him. He fell back against a tree, sliding down the aged bark until his body touched the cold floor, he looked down at his hands. "Slipping away so soon...?" He wimpered as his human form dissipated.
He held on though, using whatever energy he had left to hold himself together. "Three months riley.. three whole months.." he said to himself.
Riley heard something approach from the shadows, golden eyes gleamed and stared right into his soul, and it made Riley hungry. Because he was so hungry, his mind wondered, eyes, hands, chest, skin to skin, mouth, More.
"hey..?...y..........o..?" The voice spoke, Riley couldn't hear, he was too far deep in his state of hunger, his form finally slipping away.
"An Ulphime? In these woods...?" He being said to itself, crouching down to examine the frame of the taller. He was blue, a Subrace of the Ulphime. A being that lived off of attention. "You aren't looking too good there..." he said, he mildly remembered hearing this boy say 3 months, had it been that long since the poor Ulphime had fed?
The being watched as the pearly white eyes of the Ulphime looked at his frame "my name is Merikh, what's yours?" He asked, putting a hand to the blue boy's cheek so he could be a little more coherent "R-riley"
"can I help you Riley?" Merikh asked, leaning closer "I-i don't want to die" Riley wimpered, his face flushing red, making his face purple. Merikh gently sat himself up on Riley's lap, sliding off the white and black jacket that the Ulphime wore, leaving a thin white turtleneck with a chest hole.
Merikh slid his hands up Riley's arms, touching as much as he could without being indecent, giving the boy all the attention he could, without going too far.
"how are you feeling now Riley?" Merikh asked, lifting the taller's chin so he could make eye contact "Y-yeah.. thank you M-merikh" Riley said blushing, looking away as to not make eye contact. Ah, he was a shy one. Most likely why he hadn't touched in 3 months "i-im s-orry for causing all this t-t-" he was struggling to speak a little "Trouble" he finally got out.
"you aren't causing any trouble Riley, I saw you walking alone and filled you from the shadows. When you revealed yourself I had noticed the hunger in your eyes." Merikh explained, placing a hand on Riley's cheek, which the Ulphime promptly leant into, he then jolted back, not happy with how his body was reacting. His eyes screaming, More, MORE, MORE. And Merikh saw that hunger, and couldn't help but feel sorry for Riley, being a well... Being that feeds off of attention, being more on the shy side mustn't be easy.
"can I kiss you, Riley?" And with that simple line, Riley became a mess, his face purple from all the blushing, his mouth struggled to make words out of embarrassment. Sure, he'd kiss people when he needed it, but when someone he's only known for 1 minute asks, sat on his lap, to kiss? Well, the repercussions were visible.
merikh sighed, finding the stuttering blue boy beneath him very cute, he leant forward and shut him up with a kiss, Merikh slid his hands into the ash black hairs on Riley's head, pressing them closer so the Ulphime was well fed.
After a moment or two, Riley was in complete bliss, he pulled away, chasing a breath as Merikh watched with a soft smile "Can you stand?" He asked. "I-i think s-s-so" Riley said. Merikh got up and held out a hand and Riley took it, savouring the contact they had "let me take you home, I can't have you sat outside in the dark? Can I?" He smiled, Riley smiled awkwardly back, unable to speak. He could only nod.
"it's a date then"
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@caffeine-clouds I give you the voice of Merikh, created using A.I generated audio.
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Here's a Merikh starter that I'm pretty proud of.
Amongst the many who loitered off of the dance floor, one man stood, completely unremarkable, by his own regard, but quite stunning by the eye of another.
Fine linen covered his body, the likes of which the man had never before touched, let alone worn. His black overcoat was unbuttoned to show a white blouse, simple but ruffled, worn under a stunning vest, blue with silver embroidery.
His dark long hair hung loose around his chest, bangs gently framing his face. Deep grey eyes peered out at the crowd from behind a Prussian blue mask. The mask itself was stitched with silver thread, elegant sweeping motions highlighted by small jewels set within the starry design. His eyes were lined in rings of the same stones, and a milky speckled gemstone set between his eyebrows, also highlighted by the small sparkling gems.
Despite the nature of the ball, there hung at his hip a rapier, and beside that a pistol. By the way he stood, one would tell immediately that he was a fighter, perhaps at one point serving in the military, but not for long.
Yes, his prescence was near unmistakable, though he believed himself to be blending in quite well. As such, the man did nothing to hide the stern expression on his face as he stood, hands folded behind his back, against a wall at the edge of the room.
Like many who graced the halls of the manor, the man's circumstances of attendance were rather queer, as he was neither nobility, nor particularly well brought up. He had few formalities about him, knowing little of small talk or ballroom dance. In fact, to his knowledge, he had done nothing to draw attention to himself, nothing to garner such an invitation as he had been granted.
That was, if one counted beast slaying as unremarkable.
The letter had arrived on a cloudy day, in which the wind smelled mostly of rotted hay, no doubt blown from the small farms that dotted the surroundings of the town the hunter called home. The courier had waved him down, having waited nearly three quarters of an hour for the man to arrive home.
"You must have Lady Luck by your side," the man had remarked good naturedly, voice but a murmur as he looked over the fancy envelope he had been handed. "Most days, I don't return for hours.."
The courier had laughed, exchanged his own humored remarks, and bid himself farewell, trodding off with the glee of a man who saved much more time than he had accounted for.
The letter was addressed plainly, to one Merikh Forsythe. The contents were brief, outlining a time and day, as well as a brief congratulations- or perhaps that's all that Merikh had cared to notice.
For a moment, the man thought only of his work, tossing the letter to the side as he stepped into his small home. He cared little for parties and nobles and whatever petty fortune he had been given- no doubt kindness only extended to inflate some ego. It was strange though, the way he rolled the name around in his mouth.
Millicent Chèvrenoir.
He had heard that name before.. how, where, he couldn't place.
Somewhere in the next week, his ears pricked up at the sound of the name he had been mulling over day in and day out, at the market, if he remembered correctly. The village women, chatty and high-spirited, tittered excitedly of the ball, the wondrous ball.
Against his better judgment, the man interjected, the women looking quite surprised to see the reticent hunter so willingly speaking.
"Why the lady Chèvrenoir, she throws the finest of balls-"
"Yes, I know of the balls." Merikh interjected patiently. "What of her reputation?"
"Well," the other began, inspecting a tomato from the stall they hovered about. "She's known for her generosity. I've heard of many a common folk being invited to live in the manor- living out the rest of your days in luxury, that's the life~"
The group broke into excited giggles again, swooning at the very thought.
"And where is this House Chèvrenoir?" Merikh asked.
The women had exchanged unsure glances, a few chuckling as if there was a joke to be had. Merikh's attentive expression told that there was, in fact, no humor in his query.
"Dear," yet another woman began, her words hesitant and gentle. "Lady Chèvrenoir is the patron of Nocte." She gestured plainly, a hand extended to point at the grand castle that sat above their village.
Merikh had flushed a bit, apologizing for his blunder. He must have forgotten, he didn't spend as much attention to the people of the town, so much as the creatures that threatened them. Nonetheless, he thanked the ladies for their assistance, beginning to move on and return to his shopping.
He stopped short, feeling a tug at his cape. An older woman, a begger, grasped the tattering edges, pulling the cape with her gnarled fingers until Merikh was crouched in front of her. Without a second thought, he retrieved a coin from his bag, offering it to the woman.
She wrapped her knobbly hands around his and the coin, pulling him ever closer. "Listen to me, child," her rotted breath filled the stagnant air between them with a stench that had Merikh holding his breath. "Do not go to the castle. That woman- she's the devil. Those who go in, they never return." The words were hushed and frantic, and the woman glanced around, as if she would be taken away for saying such things. "The Lady of the Black Goat, is a witch, a murderess. They all perish."
One of the woman from the group before hovered still, but gossipy as she were, she could not stand for such nonesense.
"Oh bugger off, Agatha, the Lady is no such thing."
"They ALL PERISH!" The crone Agatha repeated, her voice rising suddenly to a shrill shriek. "YOU MUST NEVER-" her voice dropped again to a whisper. "Never go there."
Merikh had given a soft smile, nodding gently. "Thank you, madam, for the wisdom." He replaced his hands over hers, placing the coin gently in her palm. "It was a great help."
Millicent Chèvrenoir.. murderess.
The pieces had clicked into place. He had heard many a rumor from all over Iudril. As a hunter of many beasts, it was his duty to get to the bottom of such rumors. And thus, a few days later, he found himself on the cobbled road, eyes and mission fixed resolutely on House Chèvrenoir.
It was within minutes of him entering the manor, letter in hand that he had been whisked away to a room, in which an outfit sat, waiting for him. Certainly quite a few ranks above the tattered cotton he wore on the regular.
Now standing in the ballroom, Merikh surveyed the attendees carefully, silvery gaze occasionally flicking upwards to the Lady Millicent. He sensed nothing strange thus far- perhaps this whole rumor had been just that: a rumor. Something cooked up by old wives with nothing better to do.
Anyway, he supposed a night of fine clothes and finer food was enough of compensation for the time wasted.
A small huff left his lips. A shame, though. He supposed if anything were to happen, he wouldn't need hypervigilance to notice.
Even so, his eyes couldn't help the way they scanned the crowds. And even more involuntary was the way they stuck on one feature, floating in the sea of fine silks and metals.
Those golden leporine ears, towering above most heads, and standing out amongst most hats were to Merikh's gaze as a whirlpool is to a boat.
A gentle smile curved his face, mask moving slightly as the pudge of his cheeks bunched below it. Was that truly who he thought it was?
As if having minds of their own, his feet began to move, following the near gravitational pull that the golden eared stranger had.
He came to a halt in front of the viera, tilting his head slightly. Their eyes met, and Merikh knew at once who stood before him.
His own gaze twinkled, a playful grin creeping onto his face. "Pardon me, sir." He extended a hand as he spoke. "I saw you from across the room, and simply had to ask you for your hand. Would you have a dance with me?"
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i know it will never happen but HYPOTHETICALLY, how would a love triangle between merikh and poldi be like? 👀
I see what you're doing here but I'll buy into it for half a second.
HYPOTHETICALLY
They would both be like, "You're joking. That guy?!"
#interactive fiction#honor amongst thieves#if wip#funny ask#hat if#merikh#poldi#sancus#sancus poldimus of house poldimus
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oc refs (for hopefully the last time); Lucien and Val
#desideratum#lucien merikh#valerie rodriguez#lucien#val#ocs#oc#original characters#original character#scenecore#demon#clownhausart
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⚔️Merikh⚔️
#SerenityxGarrus#OC 👤: Merikh#OC 📸: Merikh#Baldur's Gate 3#Baldurs Gate#BG3#Dwarf#Duergar#Rouge#Thief#My OC
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@sinamor
knows her sisters are busy now, the strange man that came through the vale the other day giving them something to mull over. the girl that came through the other day however, vesper wasn't too busy for & her body lay not too far from here. but she feel the slight shift in the air. always feel like someone takes a deep breath and waits, waits for what happens next. quick on her feet as she move through the mist, invisible string tugging her towards the person that made it across the border and into their lands. seeing him & hands fold together infront of herself, head tilting to the side as she study him. look like so many that comes here. a little lost perhaps. angry. grieving and at a loss. ❝ you should not have come here. ❞
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Riley X Merikh sounds so sweet!!
Got any relationship headcannons? Ya know, since Lo's writing more of his God tier Fanfics?
Hello Anon! AND SO TRUE I LOVE THEM SM NOW <3
I definitely have some to serve up! >:]]
Riley Whyte belongs to @feelin-lo !
Riley x Merikh: Relationship headcanons
Riley being a tad bit clingy whenever he wants attention, subtly dropping hints to Merikh such as; Walking close to his side and taking short glances to Merikh's hand while hovering his own slightly above.
Merikh somehow always knows when Riley needs attention -also how much he needs- and will always provide him with such.
Merikh taking the time to remember the little details in Riley's features. He enjoys watching Riley's face light up when he's excited about something,,,etc etc.
Bro the both of the them is literally the embodiment of "Excuse me, he asked for no pickles." And I'm living for it
Merikh can't handle his alcohol well. Literally. He's a very...talkative drunk. He'll start blubbering nonsense and complimenting Riley on how pretty he looks. While Riley-which I'm assuming he can handle his alcohol,,,maybe,,?-just has to put up with him while blushing like crazy--
-Or the alternate, and the both of them are just really affectionate with each other heheheheh
Merikh enjoys giving palm kisses to Riley!
Riley shows that he is flustered in gestures like breaking eye contact and a tense voice while Merikh is the one that is a little more bold with his actions. (Trust me. Merikh is not confident at all and deep down he's a flustered mess >:]] he just likes to be a gentlemen!!)
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TV Time.
Riley X Merikh.
Merikh belongs to @aesopsbaby
Happy birthday, Riley Whyte.
His birthday is the 5th of November... I apologize that this is so late!
Riley didn't understand lots of human things, he spent most of his time being scared of things, that's where Merikh came in, showing his Boyfriend the way... For example, Riley went outside and was scared when a bee chased him,
With merikh's help, Now, Riley let's bees land on him, his tail swaying happily when he sees the little insects.
Riley didn't understand. Merikh was watching some Power Rangers on their TV to make fun of the acting and the editing of the older seasons. It's an activity he enjoyed.
Riley walked in, when Lord Zedd came on screen, He went pale, frightened, he hid under his blanket, quivering like a puppy... "Waterlily... don't be scared, it's just a costume..." Merikh explained, putting a hand on the quivering blanket... "B-but- Look! The brain-!" Riley said, peaking his head out. "He can't hurt you, don't worry... You're safe in my arms." He chuckled softly, watching as the Ulphime snuggled into the hold of Merikh.
"how about we go at your speed, eh?"
He suggested with a smirk, changing it over to a film Merikh enjoyed. Called Labyrinth. Sarah embarks on a quest to reach the center of an enormous, otherworldly maze to rescue her infant half-brother Toby, whom she wished away to Jareth. The goblin king.
They sat, together, watching the film, Riley was caught in the magic, the puppetry too. It soon came to the part in the movie where Sarah is in the ballroom, dancing as "As the wold falls down" plays in the background... Merikh slowly slid a hand around Riley's waist, lifting him to his feet.
One hand on his waist, the other in his hand, Merikh gazed into Riley's white eyes, lovingly. "Shall we dance?" He asked with a soft smile.
Step by step, beat by beat. Riley and Merikh danced, a soft kiss shared between them.. Riley hovered off of the ground, his tail wrapped around Merikh... Merikh gently caressed Riley's horns as they spun... "my sweet Lemon Drop... Look at you go." He chuckled. Riley blushed, his blue cheeks going a soft purple as he cuddled into Merikh.
"Happy birthday, My love."
Riley's eyes widened, he'd completely forgotten his own birthday.. he was always so focused on Merikh and merikh's happiness... as well as his own fear, he'd forgotten.
"Let's dance the night away, and in bed, I'll hold you, untill the world falls down." He smiled, holding Riley close.
He snaked his arms around Riley's neck, clipping on a necklace, a soft blue gem on it, pearls around it... not many, and a simple necklace... but beautiful on the Ulphime.
"Merikh... it's beautiful..."
"not as beautiful as you, my Waterlily..."
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Introducing Merikh: The Secondary Antagonist Of Sonic Chronicles: Return Of The Dark Brotherhood
Merikh is a large echidna who has taken Shade's place as Procurator. His strength and brutality are like no other, his determination to succeed fuelling his desire for victory. He has led countless battles, mostly on his own as no one, not even whole armies, can match his strength. Here is the part where he makes his first appearance in the story.
As the battle raged on on, Knuckles moved with a fluid grace, striking down one clan member after another with powerful punches and swift kicks. He's confident, assured in his fighting skills and ability to take on any challenger. But then, out of nowhere, Merikh appears, his roar filling the air as he launches a haymaker at Knuckles with explosive force.
Knuckles threw up his arm in a desperate attempt to cushion the blow, but the impact still made him stagger backwards, his head ringing. As he tries to regain his balance, he quickly jabbed at Merikh with his other hand, but the huge warrior caught his fist in mid-air and moved in for a crushing low blow to Knuckles' stomach.
Knuckles fell to the ground with a painful gasp, his eyes squeezed shut as the strike leaves its impact. He knows he's in trouble now as Merikh moves his hand forward to grab him, but Knuckles refused to give up that easily. With a fierce determination, he quickly got back up and landed two quick jabs into Merikh's stomach, making the large warrior lean forward and leaving him vulnerable.
Seizing the opportunity, Knuckles jumped up and landed an uppercut on Merikh's chin with all the strength he can muster. The punch landed with a resounding thud, briefly making Merikh's head jolt backwards. But just as quickly, he recovers, his concealed eyes blazing with fury as he retaliated with another haymaker that brought Knuckles down to his knees once more.
Despite the searing pain in his jaw and the ringing in his ears, Knuckles refused to stay down. He forced himself to his feet once more, determined to give as good as he gets. Right before he can make another move, Merikh swooped his arm forward and wrapped his armoured fingers around Knuckles' neck.
Merikh held a tight grip on Knuckles' throat, holding him up with one hand effortlessly while Knuckles frantically punched at his arm in a desperate attempt to break free. But Merikh only tightened his grip, cutting off Knuckles' air supply as he sneered down at him.
Merikh leered forward as taunt, his other hand clenching into a fist. "I expected more from the guardian of the Master Emerald."
Knuckles wheezed and gasped for air, struggling against Merikh's iron grip but unable to break free. His vision started to blur and darken at the edges, his strength draining with every passing moment.
As Knuckles is held up by Merikh, his mind races with disbelief. He can't believe the sheer strength of this unknown opponent. Despite his best efforts, Knuckles' punches are having little to no effect against Merikh's vice-like grip. In his head, Knuckles is analyzing the situation, trying to figure out a way to turn the tables on this formidable foe. But in this moment, all he can do is try to endure and hope for an opportunity to strike back.
The fear that grips Knuckles is a new sensation. He has always been confident in his strength, but now he feels powerless against this adversary. A sense of desperation begins to set in as he realises that this may be the toughest fight he has ever faced. As Merikh continued to hold him up, Knuckles inhaled a deep breath and tried to gather his remaining strength for another attack, all the while hoping that his opponent won't break him before he can even attempt to strike back.
Full Story Coming Sometime In 2023
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