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dazzle-art · 16 days

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Found out which characters to use hehe

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#razz doodles #misc art #ship tag #traditional art #oc stuff #oc ciel #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #fe16 #rhea fire emblem #fe rhea #lady rhea

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kira-the-whump-enthusiast · 7 months

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used as a literal punching bag from the torture bingo card for whoever you’d like

Card by @a-crumb-of-whump!!

Content: Well—being used as a punching bag, broken bones, emeto, prison whump, sadistic whumper, and generally a guy having Despair.

Tagging: @whump-queen @whump-in-the-closet @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @onlywhump

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Thud.

The chess board clattered as it landed on the cold tile. From the farthest corner of the cell, Ciel watched intently as the guard got down on their knees in front of the board. And still they were looking down at him—Ciel could barely get off the floor in his state. His ankle was definitely sprained, and it ached terribly—a fact that hadn't convinced anyone to give him a break. Not to mention the bruises over bruises, scars over scars.

He was so tired.

The guard stared back at him with a barely concealed smirk, a taunting glare in their eyes. They gestured to the board as if it was a friendly invitation to play.

With no real choice, Ciel crawled to the edge of the chess board, the chain around his good ankle clanking as he did so. There was no getting out of this. He'd play, or he'd suffer for refusing.

He always got first move. The guard treated it like it was some sort of mercy—and maybe it had been, a long time ago.

I'm giving you a chance. Be grateful for it.

He tried to smile like he was.

Either way, the game always ended the same. It ended with blood and tears and words like I’m sorry, I'm sorry, don't hurt me, please— falling from his lips.

The best Ciel could do was stall for time, use every move to prolong the game. And maybe, maybe he'd spend a few minutes in a little less pain than he usually was. Maybe, maybe, something would happen and they wouldn't finish and he'd get to avoid the end for just one day.

But it never happened. The final move would always be made. Someone would checkmate, and the game would end.

The guard was an incredibly tough opponent, and it had taken Ciel countless games to finally capture their king. He almost cried that first time he won, because he'd thought that maybe this time, maybe, just maybe—he'd finally be safe.

And then he saw the flash of anger and felt the first blow.

That's when he learned that everything was futile.

It didn't matter who won this time either.

The guard locked cuffs around his wrists, attached a chain to the ceiling, and pulled him up and up—his shoulders stretching more than he could bear, his toes barely touching the floor.

They circled him like a hungry hawk surveying its prey. Ciel closed his eyes and bit on his lip until blood dripped down his chin.

Please just get it over with.

The blows didn't hurt that much compared to the despair. Even as his ribs cracked. As the fists to his stomach made him vomit. As his voice gave out from the screaming.

It didn't hurt as much as knowing next week, it'd happen all over again.

There was no escaping this hell.

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A/N: hehehe sad chess man go brrr

#whump #whump writing #prison whump #man I hate tagging shit #punching bag whumpee #beating #stress position #sadistic whumper #I mean it’s like the games are sadistic right? I can’t figure out to tag like the trope for a game the whumpee can’t win #uhhhh yay! silly guy #my writing #oc ciel #also I’m sooo good at getting to stuff in time trust me guys trust me

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floydsteeth · 2 months

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Ok!!! I did it!!! :D

Ciels insta :D✨️✨️ I dont use Instagram myself so I hope it looks right

@keithsandwich @bicayaya @lorei-writes @chevcore :3

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inquisimer · 23 days

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I was tagged by @dungeons-and-dragon-age and @shivunin to create my OCs in this picrew, and their swords in this picrew! Thank you both - this was super fun! I love a good item picrew :3

these are definitely a mix of Actual Swords and Vibes, even for the OCs who actually use swords

Siobhan Hawke - no actual sword use, completely vibes, I just love her so much I couldn't leave her out. All black for Kirkwall, dripping with blood and chains for Symbolism and more Kirkwall

Nika Brosca - a dual wielder, so actual sword use! But the design, particularly the glowy lyrium blade, is all vibes. The hilt wrapped up in fabric with scraps hanging off the end is allllll dust town though. My scrappy Carta girl :3

Ariya Tabris - sword use Optional™️, only when she can't get her hands on proper daggers or an axe, until she has Vigilance. The design here is mostly vibes, especially the black vines up the blade for the Blight.

Ciel Andras - (everyone: Andras? me: the orlesian warden commander that bioware forgot ;-;) my Actual Sword user, a sword and board warrior! The sword here is literal, silverite for the blade and blue on the hilt and grip for the Wardens. Plus the hilt that I thought was close enough to Wing Imagery without being butterfly wings, and the black veins in the blade for, you guessed it, Blight Symbolism.

Ember Cousland - another dual wield sword user (sensing a type here hmmmm) and it's definitely with her family's sword no I don't care that the stats bottom out so fast. The hilt design here is to represent that, with the mirrored wheat design of the Cousland heraldry, but the on-fire blade is 100% vibes, a representation of her vengeance against the Howes.

and @thiefbird have fun friends!!

#tag game #oc: ember cousland #oc: ciel andras #oc: nika brosca #oc: siobhan hawke #oc: ariya tabris #sorry for the weird tag formatting tumblr is still being dumb about it #long post

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remturtle · 7 months

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EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS TWST FANS COME THROUGHHHH (OCs or Canon OKAY!! 👍👍)

https://artistree.io/remturtle

#//Ciel’s Comms Open!!#first time doing Comms but istg I will not let a pupper starve!! idc if I have to #but that baby must never suffer #twisted wonderland fanart #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland oc #vil schoenheit #leona kingscholar #malleus draconia #azul ashengrotto #riddle rosehearts #idia shroud #kalim al asim #sorry for so much tags I’m just tryna get this out there

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dirtfullofwork · 5 hours

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Soap: *smokes his sixth cigarette this hour*

Ruz: Johnny….you should stop smoking for now.

Soap: don’t you smoke aswell?.. *soap replied bluntly as she turns to face him*

Ruz: barely I chew gum! but still! You should stop smoking right now it’s not good for you!..you should drink water or something

Soap: well I doubt I’m going to live long to even get cancer..so why even care, you choose your own poison yknow..

Ruz:…*she sighs before finally speaking*

“ just care for you Johnny..I really do…I’ll make some tea…” *she said as her face softened..she generally meant it*

*as ruz was about to walk away soap says*

“I appreciate your concern though..it’s nice knowing that someone cares.”

*ruz smiled softly and replied*

“It’s no problem really..”

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This is my first very short fluff fanfic on my blog!! This is very cheesy but I still think it’s cute! :3

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morayarcade · 9 months

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Decided to maybe make my old Splatoon OC not dead anymore

Everybody tell him congratulations! Congratulations Ciel! on not being dead!

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatoon oc #oc #moray art tag #maybe i will keep drawing ciel this time instead of abandoning him… for years!!!#i think he’s pretty cool

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lasswithumor · 1 year

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i’ve been seeing this picrew on my dash for twc detectives, and since i don’t have any yet, i made my litg and ththg ocs instead!

LITG:

naleah (she/her) - carl

azure (she/her) - lucas

paris (she/they) - angie

valorie (she/her) - najuma

hasti (she/her) - suresh

THTHG:

taís (she/her) - henri

ciel (she/her) - liam

tagging: @itsrealityboo @mrsgaryrennell @rebelrayne @crimswnred @vanaglori-ah @cranesandshipyards @codename-mango @mercedesdecorazon @ariendiel @thatwheelchairchick @countessklair @willkimurashat @0shewrites0 @queen-of-boops @beesandfigsblog and anyone else who wants to join 💕

#oc: naleah #oc: azure #oc: paris #oc: valorie #oc: hasti #oc: taís #oc: ciel #tag game

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jeirtza · 1 year

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i know sebastian only sees ciel as food and ciel only sees sebastian as a means to an end but also im electing to ignore it because thats a father and son

#they're my oc's actually #ik ciel had a dad but he's dead so what's he gonna do about it #i just like the begrudgingly adopts weird children trope sry #dont tag as ship ill kms #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #black butler #kuroshitsuji

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analogseeker · 1 year

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#💿 sunny posts #⌨️ sunny scribbles #ocs #original characters #ciel #blood #ask to tag

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alis-art-stuff · 1 year

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Underwater Exploration

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dazzlerazz · 4 months

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Ciel can't be recruited into CF because she's a lord but that won't stop me from thinking about her and Edelgard getting a paired ending and making Fodlan a better place

#razz oc stuff #violet vipers #oc ciel #ship tag #eh? idk most of the paired endings are romantic

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moonyistired · 1 year

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✨ first date ✨

#moonys art tag #art #cute #ocs #original characters #finally drew ciel with a different sweater #his sweater is supposed to reflect the sky above him and yet i kept using the same generic blue sky #illustration

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inquisimer · 3 months

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sometimes it scratches like barbs

an alternate prompt fill for @febuwhump day 9: I love you. Nathaniel has always worn his heart on his sleeve. But Ciel is not Fereldan—now she must manage the fallout of getting involved with one.

read it on ao3 here

Female Andras/Nathaniel Howe | Rated T | 1317 words | CW: self harm, fantasy racism

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Her hands clenched around his leathers, the smile falling from her lips. Ciel blinked up at Nathaniel. Moonlight hung around his hair and the look he gave her was soft and warm and open.

“What did you say?”

“I love you.” Casual. Nonchalant. Like they needn’t dance around rituals or follow steps. Like there wasn’t a process to such affection. Even when it was possible.

Fereldans.

Ciel dropped her forehead to his chest and squeezed her eyes tight against the emotion welling there. Steeling herself with gritted teeth, she shoved him away.

“You don’t mean that,” she said flatly.

“I do. I love—“

“You don’t. You can’t.”

His expression flashed from surprise to confusion to hurt before it settled on anger. Anger was good, familiar. A parlay they knew well and a tool easily twisted to fix the mistake he seemed bent on making.

“And why is that?” he asked lowly.

“Just one reason will do?”

Nathaniel scowled. “Do not treat me as one of your Banns, Ciel. I am your Constable, at the very least. And your friend, if not more than that.”

He stepped closer, arms outstretched to close the distance she’d put between them. But she held out a palm and shook her head. His hands thudded dully against his sides as they fell.

“Tell me why, then,” he scowled. “I’m a man of reason and logic. If what you speak is true—“

“Would you listen? If I listed the reasons this cannot go beyond a dalliance? Or would you push on, foolishly hopeful?” Ciel shook her head. “This is not a debate, Nathaniel. I do not owe you an explanation.”

“I rather think you do,” he snapped. “And if you won’t give one—“

This time he crowded her against the battlements’ edge, catching her face between his calloused palms and forcing her to meet his hardened gaze.

“Look at me, just like this,” he growled. “And tell me again. Tell me that this—this aching in my heart is anything less than love, Ciel.”

The flat mask of one who’d survived the clutches of the Orlesian Court overtook her face. But her pulse thundered in her throat and she knew that he must feel it against his hands. She clenched her jaw together and glared at him.

This was her fault. He was too new to the Wardens, too entrenched in the oddities of this pocket Order in Ferelden. An intersection of time and fate and happenstance—the rest of the world did not work like this. And eventually, one or both of them would be called away from it and forced to confront a cold, pragmatic reality.

A reality in which humans did not fall in love with elves. In which Fereldans did not love Orlesians. And in which Wardens were not afforded the luxury of love at all.

She knew the cautionary tale of Genevieve. And she knew every rumor about her predecessor in Ferelden and the broken heart that drove her to disappear. Nothing but tragedy awaited a Warden who dared to love. She would not inflict that on Nathaniel, nor would she let him do it to himself.

For once, she broke the stare down first. Within the confines of his grip, she dropped her chin to her chest and swallowed hard.

“You cannot,” she said raggedly. She pushed him away again, but he refused to go. His grip dropped from her face to her shoulders, his fingers digging bruises into the skin there.

“I can,” he insisted. “I do.”

She slapped him. Her palm connected with his cheek and in his surprise he released her. Seizing the distance needed for a clear head, Ciel stepped back and folded her arms over her chest. “Do not be a fool, Nathaniel. Drop this. There is no future in it.”

“No future?” His bitter laugh echoed off the Vigil’s stone. “What future do I have anyhow? You made sure of that, Commander.”

“The Wardens are a future. For you.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” He jabbed the griffon emblem stamped across her chest plate. “Unless you have very recent news, they’re a future for you as well. They could be a future for us, together.”

“Ten years.”

“What?”

“Ten years, since I joined the Order.” Ciel pulled the blood-filled pendant away from the hovel of her throat, so he could see how battles and time had worn away the leather cord. It contrasted sharply with the fine, black braid around his own neck.

“I’ll be a Blighted corpse in the Deep Roads before the Calling is even a distant tune in your mind,” she said curtly. “You do not want to tie yourself to a dead woman walking.”

“Is that not all the more reason to seize on the time we have left?” Nathaniel asked earnestly. “Love does not care for the woes of the world—if we must suffer such fates, let us have the moments now to make it worthwhile!”

Her teeth clicked together. He didn’t get it. Heartsick, idealistic folly. She would have to be more pointed, more personal. There must be a clean, unequivocal break, lest he squander the time his limited time with what ifs and should have beens.

“You cannot tell me that I do not love you.” His hands caught at hers and he drew her close, despite the reluctant drag of her feet, unwavering against her harsh glare. She cringed at the repeated proclamation. Wasn’t she a wretched little thing, to have led him along so fully? “Because I know that I do.”

There was a catch in his voice. He took a deep breath. “But if you must be so insistent, look at me. Look at me, do not turn away, and tell me that you do not love me. Tell me that, and I will let it be.”

He caught the point of her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Do that, and I will never speak of this again.”

“But—“ he brushed the softest, lightest of kisses over her lips. “I do not think you can.”

Under his hands, she stilled, cold and hard as Tevinter’s finest marble. When he pulled back, the moonlight reflected a dangerous glint in her eyes and, for the first time that night, uncertainty, and fear, flashed in his eyes.

“I do not love you,” she lied. Voice steady and even and calm. His hand dropped to her neck, as if he could catch her in the act.

“I don’t believe you.”

“That is not my concern.” She covered his hand with her own and pulled it away from her skin. When she dropped it in the space she’d carved between them, it hung, reaching, disbelieving.

“I do not love you,” she repeated. A lie was usually easier the second time, the words no longer foreign on her tongue, her mind already cementing them as a new truth. But this one burned her throat as surely as fiery darkspawn blood.

Nathaniel’s face crumpled He pressed his lips together and nodded, a single, sharp jerk of his chin.

“Right then,” he said. “Good evening, Commander.”

As he retreated, Ciel propped her hands against the battlements and exhaled. This post had dulled her skills, that she felt so torn by a child’s exchange of the Game.

Damn you, Alisse. Sending me here.

She pressed down against the stone and the jagged edges of it tore open decades’ worth of similar scars and callouses. Loose stone dust stung the open wounds and she drank in the pain as an alcoholic with a wine skin in hand.

Nathaniel had a good heart. Full of good intentions and passion that would take him far.

She twisted her palms, bearing the full weight of her body and her armor on them to drive the wounds deeper.

He deserved much better than her. And she deserved no less than this.

#febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday9 #my writing #self harm #fantasy racism #oc: ciel andras #ciel x nathaniel #nathaniel howe #dragon age #dragon age awakening #dragon age fanfic #emotional whump #hurt no comfort #new oc fic debut woooooo #also the first fic in the f!andras/nathaniel tag lol #update my standing on the rarepair poll😂😂

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muqingists · 2 years

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Can I send multiple !! ? What if I just go !! !! !! In one message? Rules weren't clear enough. Also for those keeping count at home this is already at 4 !! (Now 5, that is if they count or not)

you get two bc bestie privilege and you're a menace. <3 also bc they're super intertwined so it makes my life easier lmao. they're my insane deranged boys

read more bc i don't know how to. shut up lmao

mercure (he/they)

appearance: shoulder-length red hair with a purple strand braided on his left side, purple eyes (his right eye has a black sclera so he hides it behind an eyepatch). bandage around his neck, lots of ear piercings. white wings + black halo he stole from an angel (halo wasn't initially black but, like, it's not supposed to be his, + it also got corrupted when mercure messed with death. more on that later <3)

ciel (they/them + he occasionally but rare)

appearance: messy messy green hair pulled up in pigtails. black eyes normal white sclera, two black markings under each eye. a scar on his left cheek. black wings + three/four black horns (varying. for some reason) always wears a choker + has a black hell snake usually around them

THEIR DEAL IS. okay. doing it joined bc they very much revolve around each other lmao im actually kinda reworking their story so the setting isn't very definite but basically. they were both in some kind of academy together and got close and then ciel was murdered. and mercure lost his shit and broke just about every known law to the universe to bring him back (hence the. stolen angel's wings and halo part) and succeeded except it robbed him of all his memories from the past year since he met ciel, and ciel comes back with no recollection of their past but with a companion hell snake and a certain talent for killing. so they end up as an assassin until mercure becomes their target and after enough attempted murders they both got a thing going on and realize something isn't right. meanwhile mercure is fighting off both the angel's corrosive influence on his soul bc a human isn't supposed to be in constant contact w their influence like that + the corruption from fucking around with death so. that's fun <3

i think this is. as concise as i can make it these bitches have so much going on. lmao.

^ beautiful beautiful art of them by my darling friend paxeattacks on twitter!!

#I LOVEEEE THESE GODDAMN. STUPID BOYS SO MUCH you have no idea #they're everything to me. my babies my fucking unhinged darling dearests.#mercy #mercure #ciel #ask #oc tag

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dirtfullofwork · 7 days

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Tagged by @islandtarochips

behind the name of my oc

Her first name “Sal”

Sal’s name is short for “Salamanca” there really is isn’t any meaning towards her name, it was just a name chosen :)

Her code name “ruz”:

Her code name ruz has a few meanings but it can mean “ day” :) but I also wanted to name her Ruth, it’s named after a oc I made while creating a comic and she was also a solider who’s father was evil and I really loved her so I wanted to name her after that but I also wanted to be creative and just make a completely new oc so I just simply choose ruz at the top of my head

Last name Le ciel:

It means the sky :)

Sorry this was very short TvT

I tag you! 🫵

#tag #thanks for the mention #oc #cod oc #mw2 oc #mwii oc #Sal ruz le ciel

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