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reachfolk · 2 years

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❥ title: "how they love: alexandria"

✿ tags: vignette, alexandria silver-blood

❥ word count: 356

✿ synopsis: on what being loved by alexandria means

❥ author’s note: i've been reading arabic poetry again.

✿ taglist: @vilkas @lookathooves @qah-naarin @theandrogynousdragon @gingerpositivibee (ask to be added!!)

Alexandria loves joyously.

To her, love is novel, and it never ceases to be. She kisses her lovers for the thousandth time with the same giddiness as she felt the very first. Every touch, every affectionate word, every gentle act of kindness comes with a thrill that never fades and a smile that puts the sun to shame. Lucien and Ophelia could bask in it forever. They plan to.

Because Alexandria’s love is so much like the sun. It is warm, it is bright, it is constant. It brings light and life to everything it touches. It is overwhelming, too much to look at directly. Closing one’s eyes to it only leaves them with an afterimage, lingering behind their eyes as it demands to be seen.

Lucien once wondered how she holds it all in. She doesn’t, Ophelia answered.

Everything she feels, she feels with every inch of her body. When the butterflies begin to flutter in her stomach, they move out to her hands that shake, to her feet that bounce, to her heart that races. Her love is too much for her, and she must share it with the world as it pours out of her, untameable.

Not to say, that is, that she’s ever made an effort to tame it. No, her love is too shameless. She drapes herself across Lucien’s lap whenever the opportunity is presented. Her hands sneak around Ophelia’s waist wherever they stand. Her lips pepper kisses along every inch of their skin she can reach regardless of the world around them.

And who are they to stop her? No, her love is irresistible. The joy she feels is too contagious and too strong to pull away from. The giggles she lets out as she throws herself at them are a high incomparable to the finest of skooma. There is no crash from that high; being loved by her stays forever embedded in one’s chest. There is something healing in her love, that leaves the soul a little lighter than it was before.

Because Alexandria’s love is joy, and it is so sorely needed in the cold world she warms.

#god i love writing romance man it's sm fun #anyway. lex is my baby and id die for her #oc: alexandria silver blood #cozy writes #feeling meh abt my writing but im p happy w this piece #there's more abt filly and lucien but they're spoilery lol

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plutobutartsy · 7 months

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finally got to draw my beloved daughter dria!! :3 she's a freak :3

she actually belongs to @admiralblue so check out her oc blog @nephilimluvr if you wanna know more about dria!!!

also here is a biblically accurate description of what dria looks like!

ID in alt and below cut <3 (+ a little bonus lol)

[ID:

Image 1: A digital fullbody drawing of @/admiralblue's original character Alexandria "Dria" Grace.

Dria is a tall, thin, white woman with slightly wavy, black hair that goes well past her hips. Her skin is pale and sickly looking and she has greenish bags under her shark-like grey eyes. Her nose is big and slightly bumpy while her lips are thin and slightly discoloured with a bluish tint to them. Additionally, she has gills on the side of her neck. Her sharp, serrated shark teeth aren't visible in this image.

She is wearing a black duster coat that reaches almost all the way down to her ankles, a green slip dress with lace trimming and black combat boots as well as black tights. The ends of her coat and her boots are covered in a small layer of mud and dirt. Her hair is worn in a half up, half down hairstyle, secured by a green claw clip. She is also wearing multiple necklaces, earrings and rings, all of which are different metals (gold, silver and bronze).

In her hands Dria is holding a book about the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice that she is reading attentively.

The background is a grey rectangle covered with dark clouds.

Image 2: A headshot of Dria from a 3/4 view looking directly at the viewer with a neutral expression.

Image 3: A page of sketches of Dria. One shows Dria from the waist up with her hair unruly and covering the left side of her face. Her right eye is drawn unusually big and menacing, making direct eye contact with the viewer. Her mouth is pulled into an open mouthed frown that exposes her sharp teeth. Writing next to the sketch says "ACTUAL seah hag dria".

The other sketches are a three panel comic of the "kidnapping incident". The first panel shows a young Dria in pig tails, frowning, with a hand nearing her face. In the second panel the hand is a little closer to her and she has her mouth unhinged, once again exposing her shark like teeth. The final panel shows Dria biting down on the hand with vigor, drawing blood.

/End ID]

taglist: @febreze-bottle-without-febreze @teaseat @swanconcerto @beemybella @soup-scope @celestecreateschaos @puffin-smoke @6-atlas-6 @deviantaj

#oc artist #digital art #artists on tumblr #original character #stella's constellations #keeping up with di's blorbos #VSOR

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choilacanth · 2 years

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Commission I did for @reachfolk featuring her dragonborn, Alexandria Silver-Blood, and her siblings Marceline and Robin! Thank you, I had fun drawing them and you gave me such cool references and material to work with :D

#oc: alexandria silver blood #oc: marceline silver blood #oc: robin silver blood #reachfolk #skyrim #tes #prev commissions #drawing

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argisthebulwark · 3 years

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hiii 👋 this is my main blog but my tesblr is @reachfolk (im the one who made that ask game lol)

ANYWAY so my main oc is alexandria silver-blood. yeah those silver-bloods ajsksks, her dad is the older brother of thonar and thongvor and her mom is a reachwoman who married into the family because she knew it was her best bet to avoid her or her children from being persecuted like so many in the markarth incident. it.. mostly worked, but between the awful genetics from her mother (panic disorder and insomnia gang 🤪), the numerous attempts her uncles made to get rid of that whole side of the family, the general day-to-day racism in markarth, and the pressure to keep both herself and her family together, alexi eventually snapped and decided to run off on her own until she can sort her shit out without being pulled in every which direction. she spent most of that time running around the reach, studying old reach magic and alchemy from the different tribes and reconnecting with her culture and religion, and then started running around the rest of skyrim because she's a giant nerd with a love of adventure.

ANYWAY with that out of the way, personality wise alexi is literally the sweetest most agreeable person ever. it's funny cause she always wears forsworn armor so people assume she's some evil savage but she literally sees everyone as a potential friend (assuming they aren't trying to kill her). if they're grumpy and distant, she just sees it as a challenge to make them laugh. it can.. be pretty irritating if you really don't like her vibe, but she won't like completely disregard boundaries yk? she's also a prankster who loves goofing off and messing with people too, usually involving stealing something or messing with their food or drink using some alchemy ingredient. she literally has a billion stories of dumb shit she and her siblings did growing up and she'd often share them to make people laugh.

beyond just being a little rascal, she's also pretty smart, being very well rounded in magic and well read on all sorts of subjects thanks to her great tutors as a kid. but she most excelled in alchemy and literally lights up like a kid on christmas when she finds a rare ingredient (even if it's gross af—that's where the namira worship thing really helps lol).

i have soo much to say abt her but ive already rambled enough so i'll spare u the time lol, but i'd love to hear how your oc would feel abt her!

HI omg sorry i sawthis a few days ago but work has been a lot. here we go!

Saryn is bad with people so she just kinda observes. She likes to watch people before she interacts with them but she would 100% think pranking people is hilarious. She would absolutely be willing to distract someone so alexi could mess with their food.

She’s a big fan of listening to stories so she’d love to hear all of them. Saryn’s also atrocious at alchemy so she’s fascinated by anyone who is skilled at it. she steals and hoards pretty much everything that isn’t nailed down so raiding an alchemy shop for rare materials is up her alley.

After dealing with Windhelm’s racism, Saryn is not a big fan of Markarth but she’s very interested in the reachfolk so she’d love to learn!! She’s never spent time with her family so she would be more than willing to listen to alexi bitch about the silver-bloods. they may not have a long term relationship but for like a few weeks working on similar jobs they’d be besties.

#and thank u for making the ask game!!!! it's been really fun #asks #beloved mutuals #saryn ireel

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jasons-exposedspine · 4 years

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MY WAY OUT

characters: Negan x OC

summary: Negan meets a strong girl named Reagan who has lost as much as he has and knows what it’s like to lose someone she loves. Their love evolves over time but will she choose Negan over her friends?

warnings: violence, rape (once not by Negan though), eventual smut, dirty talk, child death.

Reagan was at the clearing with Rick and the others when Negan killed Glenn and Abraham, Reagan was just as sad as everyone else. And now she had to see Negan again because he was coming to Alexandria to take their stuff. Negan had already arrived and Rick met him at the gate, Reagan walked to the gate with him. Rosita and Spencer were also there, they were going out to get stuff for the saviours. Reagan had her sword on her back and she was ready to cut through all of the saviours for Rick if they tried anything. Negan told Rick to hold his bat that was wrapped in barbed wire, there was blood on it from Negan killing a walker at the gate. Negan called his bat Lucille after his dead wife, Rick walked over to Reagan and said “go back to your house and make sure they don’t take what’s important to you.” Reagan nodded and started to walk back to her house, Reagan had a bat as well but it was wrapped in razor wire and she named it after her husband Damien. Reagan walked up the steps of her house and opened the door, she walked in to her house and her bat was sitting next to the door.

Reagan heard a gunshot but it didn’t really matter to her no doubt it was one of the saviours test firing. Reagan walked out of her house and sat at the front step with her sword in her hand, ready for anyone or anything. Negan wasn’t feeling to terrible today because he wasn’t missing Lucille as much as he did everyday so that’s why he was feeling slightly optimistic. Rick had given him all the guns, he grabbed the silver one and pointed it at Daryl as he walked by, he then pointed it at a window above him. He pulled the trigger and the bullet went through the window, he laughed and said “feels good, sounds good oh i do believe Lucilles getting a little fucking jealous.” Arat came out with Olivia and shoved her forward, Negan said “Arat we don’t do that not unless they’ve done something to fucking deserve it.” Arat said “yeah we looked through the inventory, their short a glock nine snd a twenty two bobcat.” Negan narrowed his eyes at Rick and Rick said “we had some people leave town those guns prob-.” Before Rick could finish Negan cut him off and said “So Olivia sucks at her fucking job” Rick got frustrated and said “i’m not saying that.” Negan smiled snd said “your supposed to have full accounting here right.?” Olivia said “no i mean yes t…the inventory is correct.”

Negan walked up to Olivia and said “i don’t enjoy killing women, men i could waste them a whole fucking day but at the end of the day Olivia my dear this was your fucking job.” Rick got mad and said “we can work this out” Negan also got mad and said “yes we fucking can and i’m going to right fucking now.” Negan looked over at Rick and said “clocks ticking Rick find my guns or Olivia is going to die.” Rick called everyone to the church to ask anyone if they have the guns he told everyone that he isn’t in charge anymore Negan is and they needed the guns or Olivia dies. Eugene said “not everyones here” Rosita and Spencer went out so Rick snd some others searched their houses. Rick found the guns in Spencers house, Rick walked out of Spencers house with a black bag of the two guns and Lucille in the other hand. Reagan sat out the front of her house, a group of saviours walked up to her house and walked past her on the stairs. She gave them all a death stare as they entered her house. They came out of her house with all of her furniture and her bed, one of them had Damien in his hand she walked up to him and said “can i have that back please.”

The saviour smiled and said “why do you need it” Reagan said “please can i just fucking have it back.” Rick walked down with Negan to the gate because they were leaving, Rick saw Reagan pull her sword out and point it at one of the saviours. He ran over to her and said “Reagan put it down” Negan walked over as well to see what was going on. Reagan said “he’s taking Damien” Rick knew it was important to her but he didn’t want her to die. Rick said “just give it to them” she turned to face him and said “it’s the only thing i have left you fucking know that.” Rick said “i know but i don’t want you to die,” as soon as Negan saw Reagan turn around he though he was seeing Lucille. Rick put his hand on her shoulder, she looked at him and said “Rick i…i can’t you know its the only thing i fucking have left of him please, please Rick.” Negan walked over and said “fucking give it back to her or should i say give him back to her” Reagan put her sword back in its sheath.

The saviour handed her bat back to her, she showed Negan a hint of a smile meaning thank you but but fuck you kind of smile. Negan wet his bottom lip with his tongue and said “she’s coming back with me” Rick looked at him and said “we didn’t agree to that.” Reagan knew what she had to do so she put her hand on Ricks shoulder and said “it’s ok Rick anyway you know if he touches me Damien will have his way or my sword will be cutting his fucking hands off.” Negan smiled and said “you are such a badass anyway is that a yes Darlin?” Reagan looked up at him and said “what do you think dumbass, can i at least get some things from my house.?” Negan smirked and said “of course sweetheart” Reagan walked past him and walked up to her house. Negan and Rick walked back to the gate, Negan wanted to take Reagan back because she looked so much like Lucille but not only that he could tell she was like him in a lot of ways. Reagan got a black bag and put a few clothes in there and she grabbed a hairbrush and a toothbrush, Reagan picked up Damien and walked out of her house. Reagan walked down to the gate, she walked up to Rick, Rick hugged her and she said “you know i will be ok Rick.” Rick smirked and said “i know just be safe” she walked past Negan and he said “let’s go princess.” Reagan walked up to him and twisted his hand “don’t call me princess asshole you fucking got that?” Negan nodded and she let go of his hand. Negan rubbed it as she walked over to the black truck, “i think i am fucking more into her already” Negan said to Rick smiling. It was true Negan was into her he liked someone with a bit of fire in her, Negan took Lucille from Rick and got into the black truck next to Reagan. “Your names Reagan right?” Negan said with a smile, Reagan looked at him and nodded, “that is a beautiful name and what’s his name?” he said pointing at Reagan’s bat.

Reagan looked down at her bat, “Damien” she said looking at Negan, “this is Lucille” Negan said holding Lucille up. “You can do whatever the fuck you want to me, to be honest i don’t really give a shit” Reagan said looking out the windscreen of the truck. “I’m not going to do anything to you Darlin not unless you fucking want me to”, Negan would usually never say that to a hot piece of ass like Reagan. she made Negan feel a different feeling he wasn’t sure what it was but he pushed to the back of his mind, they a arrived at sanctuary. Reagan got out of the black truck, there was a fence with many walkers on it and the factory would have been at least eight storeys high. “Lets go sweetheart” Negan said smiling, Reagan followed him up a small staircase that lead to two doors on a concrete platform. Negan opened the door, Reagan walked in and saw many people talking and going about their business. Reagan followed Negan up some stairs to a dark hallway with many doors, she followed him till he stopped in front of a door.

Negan opened it and walked in, Reagan followed behind him, in the room there was a four post bed with a silk blanket and pillow cases. There was one couch and a small couch with a coffee table in the middle and the rest of the room looked like a rich persons dream. “you can sleep on the couch for now until i find you a room” Negan said looking at her, Negan would never do this with any of his wives but he took a liking to Reagan because of that feeling she gave him. “i’ll have my wives find you a blanket” Reagan gave him a confused look “you have wives, isn’t one fucking enough.” Negan smiled at her and said “why not?, why not make life fuckin’ better”, Reagan saw that Negan had a soft spot. “I think i know just the perfect fucking room for you, come with me” Reagan followed him down the hall. He lead her to a room with the same doors as his, he opened one of the doors and it lead to a similar room to his just not as fancy. The room also had an on suite, “Will this be fucking good enough for you Darlin.?” Reagan nodded, the sky began to grow dark outside, Negan closed the door behind him leaving Reagan by herself in the large room.

#negan #walking dead #negan fluff #negan smut #sweet negan

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phoebe-fucking-bridgers · 4 years

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i did this tag a while ago but have two more ocs since then; im gonna tag @moonshaunted @officialcalebwidogast and @fantasmagoriam if they want to add any <3

scout raleigh

[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. cobalt blue.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. magic.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. lean. piercing. tattoos.lithe.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer.shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns.slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers.magical items. magic. rocks.mud balls. pyre. teeth. rifles. words.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron.rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace.leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay.stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals.thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots.flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra.savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach.waves. space. clouds. mountains. poppies. galaxies. stardust. sky.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. wolves. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks.swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. crickets. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards.werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. rats. livestock. foxes. bluebirds.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. bitter. candy. bubblegum. wine.champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry.strawberry. watermelon.vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. french fries. ambrosia.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching.fighting. writing. composing.cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games.computer. phone. movies. theater.libraries. books. comic books. magazines. cds. records.vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding.eating. flight. climbing. running. freerunning. exploring.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. sweater. boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet.helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt.sash.coat. jacket. duster. trenchcoat. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. ties. uniform.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. kisses. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness.bittersweet. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness.family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. revenge.

cali alexandria

#long post #oc: scout #oc: cali #he's not as developed yet sorry :'#only do it if you want to i just liked this one a lot!!

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sanguisfulgur · 5 years

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Profile: Salem

Full Name: Salem Hikari

Nickname(s):·Sale, Lemmy (only by his twin sister), adopts the alias Aiden Woodgrove frequently to match his sister’s most used alias.

Title: The Hunter

Age: Mid to late 20s (appearance), 31 (actual age)

Birthday: October 25th (1987)

Species: Vampire (better life verse)

Ethnicity: White, with historic Japanese routes on father’s side of the family.

Nationality: British by birth, holder of American Citizenship.

Gender: Male (cis)

Pronoun(s): He/Him/Himself

Romantic Orientation: Panromantic

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Birth Order: Twin, younger by a few minutes.

Home Town: Bowness-On-Windermere, England, UK.

Current Residence: Portland, Maine, USA (main)/London, UK (better life)

Religion: Baptised Catholic, but given he knows other gods exist he’s not outwardly religious.

Allegiance: Himself/his sister

Occupation: Hunter

Financial Status: Relatively poor unless a job paid well.

Martial Status: Verse dependant

Status: Active

Fandom: Fandomless OC.

Face Claim: Matthew Daddario

Physical Traits

Face Shape: Somewhere between oval and heart-shaped.

Forehead: Rounded, average in broadness.

Eyes: Grey in colour with the smallest flecks of blue within them, they are upturned with surprisingly long eye lashes.

Nose: Straight, well-proportioned for face.

Lips: Full, soft.

Teeth: All present, and like all vampires will re-grow if knocked out. They’re in good condition. Fangs are retractable.

Cheeks: Narrow, a touch prominent.

Chin: Small.

Ears: None-protruding, very sensitive to sound due to enhanced hearing..

Facial Hair: Usually clean shaven but occasionally will grow out stubble.

Height: 6′3″

Neck: Average length/broadness.

Torso: Broad, defined abs.

Arms: Well muscled from years of archery training, bears scars on his upper right arm from being clawed by a Cu Sith

Hands:·Long fingers, large hands in accordance with his height.

Legs: Long (All leg much like his twin), well-toned.

Feet: Size 12 (American sizes), nothing otherwise noteworthy.

Texture: Skin is smooth barring the occasionally marring of a scar.

Color: Unnaturally pale/white.

Freckles: None.

Scars: Claw marks from a Cu Sith on his upper right arm, bullet scar on his right calf, miscellaneous scars can be found over his body that have been gathered in his human years.

Stretch Marks:None.

Tattoos: An Anti-possession tattoo on his lower back.

Piercings: None.

Skin Conditions: None.

Texture: Hair is thick and wavy naturally.

Color: Black, dark as his mother’s namesake.

Style and Length: Salem’s hair is uneven and choppy, making it seem messy. The length varies, depending on how long he goes without cutting it but it’s usually kept somewhat short in the back with longer bang/side strands.

Mental and Physical

Overall Health: Excellent

Frequency of Mental Exercise: Often to occasional, Salem likes word puzzles and similar brainteasers.

Frequency of Physical Exercise: Daily training.

Life Philosophy: Protect the innocent above all else.

Life Goal(s): Honestly Salem is rather aimless here. He’s never thought much about what he wants having always imagined himself hunting until the day he died.

Describe Voice: Smooth and friendly, Salem is a flirt and tends to drop to more husky undertones.

Speech Patterns: informal at most times, Salem is casual and direct - blunt, even - in his speech, though not intentionally crass he doesn’t mince his words.

Habits: Tapping his foot (not out of impatience, it’s just a consistent habit whenever he’s idle), clicking his tongue, tilting his head (much like his twin),

Daily Routines: Showering and dressing, taking care of breakfast and some morning exercises or a run, from their it varies as a hunter given he has no set work routine.

Likes: animals (especially dogs), spicy food, cold autumn mornings, rainstorms, bookstores, listening to music to fall asleep, lie-ins, scented candles, long showers, libraries.

Dislikes: being woken up, cream cheese, math, clutter, loud music/noises, nightclubs, hot/humid nights, ignorance, golf, people who stop to talk right in the middle of the path/in doors.

Dreams: A good life for him and his sister.

Motivations: Protecting himself/his twin, eradicating monsters that pose a threat and keeping safe those that don’t.

Interests: literature, animal husbandry, unsolved murders and disappearances

Hobbies: Hiking, reading, spelunking, running, archery, urban exploration.

Skills: Marksmanship, tracking, observing and noting details about a person, exceptionally convincing liar, extensive knowledge of the supernatural and occult, multilingual. As a ‘hunter’ strain vampire he possesses their incredible hunting/tracking abilities, heightened senses an enhanced physical strength/speed ect. Salem can also transform into a colony of bats (or an individual one) and a red fox.

Shortcomings: Aggressive with an easily-provoked temper, has a tendency to disregard his physical well-being when it comes to others, co-dependency issues with his twin, struggles to memorise numbers (such as dates, phone numbers ect.)

Weakness(es): His twin sister, his strain of vampire (different from his twin’s) are vulnerable to silver in their first year of transformation as well as to sunlight in that first year. Congealed blood can cause nausea. Beyond that killing them is a difficult process: They must stabbed through the heart with a Bowie knife/white oak stake then the head must be cut off and the heart removed; after this the limbs must be cut off and all burned separately, the ashes from each part must also be buried separately and NOT scattered.

Regret(s): Leaving to go hunt without his twin and thus her being alone and then being turned by Theo. It’s not his fault by any means, but he blames himself for not being there.

Fear(s): Losing his twin, otherwise failing to keep people safe.

Phobia(s):·Arachnophobia (that he will not freely admit to) & Taphophobia (fear of being buried alive)

Mental Illness(es): PTSD

When and how was this diagnosed?:· Has not been properly diagnosed, but all the symptoms are there and obvious to anyone who knows how the condition manifests.

Other Illness(es): N/A

When and how was this diagnosed?: N/A

Physical Disability(ies): N/A

When was this diagnosed and/or how did it happen?:

Other:·

Personality

Usual Mood/Expression:· Salem on the outside tends to appear calm, mouth pulled upwards into a half-smile. He’s less paranoid than his sister an so more outwardly approachable in appearance to strangers. He is however easily provoked.

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good/Neutral

Jung: ESFP

Enneagram: Type 8 (The Challenger)

Four Temperaments:·Sanguine

Soul Type: Caregiver/Hunter

Common Archetypes: The Caregiver

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Top Five Tropes:·Grey Eyes, Anti-Hero, Twin Telepathy, Friendly Neighborhood Vampire, Hunter of Monsters

Five Prominent Traits:·Loyal, Aggressive, Protective, Distrustful, Reckless

Misc

Food:·.Salem is not a fussy eater by any means but he does have a love for spicy food, French pastries and curry udon.

Drinks:·Coffee, fresh orange juice, Dr. Pepper and negroni cocktails

Books: Great Expectations, Harry Potter, Mortal Engines, Tolkien’s legendarium, The Book Thief & ASOIAF.

Movies/TV Shows: Salem is a sucker for high fantasy and steampunk aesthetics s he tens to gravitate to those kinds of shows/movies. Like his sister however, he likes to watch horrors in order to rip them apart.

Music: Rock (particularly indie/alt style), indie pop and general ‘alternative’ labelled music.

Video Games: Horror Survivors and First Person Shooters are where he shines.

Weapons:· Possesses multiple handguns, crossbows and compound bows, a shotgun, machete, rapier, numerous other blade types, throwing knives a recursive bow, poisons, unconventional weaponry needed against the supernatural (dead blood, crosses ect.); he also has knowledge of curse/hex breaking. .

Drugs: N/A

Elements: Lightning/Water.

Animals:·Dogs, wolves, bats, corvids. The animal he is like in spirit is a·fox.

Plants: Lily-of-the-valley and red roses but he’s not much of plant person in terms of knowing what most are called ect.

Stats

Self-Love: 5/10

Courage: 8/10

Confidence: 8/10

Pride: 6/10

Greed: 3/10

Patience: 4/10

Tolerance: 8/10

Mental Flexibility: 8/10

Passion/Motivation: 8/10

Creativity: 6/10

Education: 5/10 (Formal-education-wise, Salem is more self-educated, educated by others outside of schooling.)

Compassion:·7/10 (Depends on person.) 0/10 for targets or those he despises. 10/10 for those he’s close to and children.

Empathy:·7/10 (Again decreases and rises depending on the being.) 10/10 for those he trusts/cares for, and children. 0/10 for targets.

Loyalty: 10/10·

Forgiveness: 3/10

Sociability: 7/10

Emotional Attachment: 6/10

Physical Attachment: 7/10

Stamina: 10/10

Mental Strength: 5/10

Physical Strength: 10/10

Battle Skill: 7/10

Initiative: 8/10

Restraint: 2/10

Defense: 7/10

Agility: 6/10

Flexibility: 6/10

Strategy: 6/10

Leadership: 5/10

Teamwork: 5/10

Wrath: 9/10

Musical-Rhythmic Intelligence: 7/10

Visual-Spatial Intelligence: 6/10

Verbal-Linguistic Intelligence: 10/10

Logical-Mathematical Intelligence: 4/10

Bodily-Kinesthetic Intelligence: 10/10

Interpersonal Intelligence: 9/10

Intrapersonal Intelligence: 3/10

Existential Intelligence: 5/10

Naturalistic Intelligence: 7/10

Relationships

Parent(s): Shiro Hikari & Ebony Knight ( Both deceased.), Norio Hikari (Godfather, alive.), Vlad III/Dracula (Adoptive father, alive)

Siblings: Sharna Adrienne Hikari (twin sister, alive)

Significant Other(s):·Verse dependant, Laini (better life verse)

Children: Verse dependant

Family:·Ryou Hikari and Alexandria Hikari (nee Woodgrove.) [Grandparents] & Conrad Knight and Irene Knight (nee Beckett.) [Grandparents,Deceased], Adrienne Knight (Auntie, deceased.), other extended family members he does not know.

Closest Friends:· His twin sister. Though Salem is a friendly and personable man, his co-dependency and distrust of others means he keeps most at an arm’s length.

Rivals: none, really.

Enemies:·Theo, Thanatos (enemy of his entire family), hunting targets.

Pets: Nova, his sister’s Tamaskan.

Other:·To be added over time.

#( salem )#venator;#profile;#(November 2018)

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intrepidolivia · 6 years

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Tarot: 0--The Fool

The Fool represents new beginnings, having faith in the future, being inexperienced, not knowing what to expect, having beginner's luck, improvisation and believing in the universe.

Pairing: NeganXOlivia (OC)

Warnings: cursing, violence, implications of abuse, threats, death

Summary: A/B/O AU. An Omega, Olivia is used as a bargaining chip to bribe the leader of the Saviors, the Alpha named Negan. Things do not go as planned.

A/N: I couldn’t get this idea out of my head. I’m not stopping on my Alexandria Country Club AU, but that one’s wrapping up in a couple chapters, so here we are....

Olivia kept her head down as Kevin tugged her toward the compound gate. The metal cuffs chafed her wrists, and he was tall enough that for every step he took she had to take two, but she didn’t dare complain, or even make a noise when she stumbled. The men at her back had no compunction about shoving or hitting her if she ‘made a fuss’ or anything that might give them an excuse.

The gates loomed high above, and the dead moaned, trapped tethered to the chain link. The scent of decay was thick in the too-hot air as they waited for the doors to open. They’d approached the compound openly, in vehicles, and already there was activity from guard towers and on the ground. The response was fast, sure, and aggressive. Clearly they were practiced. The place was enormous and imposing, and if the chatter from the others on the way over was anything to go on, the Saviors were taking over the entire area. She shuddered to imagine what sort of monster might keep a place like this under his rule. She supposed she wouldn’t have to imagine very long, considering.

They’d parked several yards away from the gate, approaching on foot. Trying to make a peaceable first contact she imagined. Kevin took the lead of course, standing confidently in front of her as they waited for someone to come down and talk to them. He kept a pleasant smile on his face, even when he turned to glare at her.

“Best behavior, Omega,” he hissed. “You screw this up for me and you’ll regret it.”

She swallowed, looking down. Knowing he’d want some sort of acknowledgement she nodded.She didn’t trust herself to try to speak, but that didn’t matter. He prefered her silence. He’d made that much clear in the weeks she’d been in captivity. Had it only been two? It felt like an eternity.

Activity at the gate distracted her and she dared a glance up as the doors opened slowly. Three men exited, all armed, but she only really noticed the one in the lead. Even before his scent reached her she knew. Alpha. This had to be Negan, king of the Saviors. The man Kevin meant to make her a gift to.

He was tall and lean, his dark eyes sharp in an achingly handsome face. His grin was wide, toothy, and predatory as he stepped out, flanked by his minions. He spread his arms wide, a barbed-wire-wrapped baseball bat held loosely in one hand.

“Well, what the hell do we have here?” he asked, with deceptive cheer. “A whole little envoy at my gate, hats in hands.” He paused, nostrils flaring, his pupils dilating as he caught her scent.

“You might say that, Negan, sir,” Kevin said mildly. His whole manner was a lie. She’d seen the arrogance and volatility that was his usual personality. The primary reason he was in charge of the little compound of survivors was that anyone who questioned him bore the brunt of his wrath. She’d seen it when another Alpha objected to his plan to broker peace with the Saviors by offering her. And she’d felt it when she’d tried to run.

Negan’s grin widened, if such a thing was possible. “I’m guessing my reputation precedes me,” he purred. His eyes flicked to her, mostly hidden behind Kevin, and she dropped her gaze to his worn black boots. “So, I take it you’re here to ask to be in the fuckin’ fold and avoid us having to convince you?”

“Yes, sir, that we are.” She could tell Kevin was smiling from his voice. And why shouldn’t he? Things were going smoothly. “Our community has a lot to offer. Good workers, we’ve gotten some good salvage locations scouted out. We’d like to work with you, Negan, sir. I’ve even brought a down payment.”

The big man’s laugh had an edge to it as he clapped his hands slowly. “Well, will you look at this, Simon?” he asked the man next to him. “This fuckin guy is a fuckin go-getter. Why the fuck can’t we have this all the time without all the bullshit? What’s your fuckin’ name, friend?”

“Kevin. Kevin Masterson.” He was practically glowing with pride. “I’m the boss up at the old horse farm, a couple miles from here. We’ve fortified it pretty well, doing okay for ourselves. And as for our down payment…”

The yank on the chain startled her. Olivia stumbled forward as Kevin pulled her in front of him. Before she could react, he had a hand in her hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat.

“An unmated Omega,” Kevin said, undeniably proud of himself. “No idea how she managed this long, pretty as she is. Redhead, too.” He chuckled, forcing her head from side to side to prove she had no mating mark on her neck. “Might as well be a unicorn. I figure that’s worth something, huh?”

Kevin didn’t seem to notice what she did. Negan’s expression hardened as Kevin forced her forward. His dark eyes flicked to the chain, then up to her face. His jaw worked, and his hand tightened on the bat. Kevin had expected him to be pleased. He was not.

It made it all the more terrifying when he smiled, a wide stretch of teeth. “Well would you look at that. Kevin here’s giving me a sweet little Omega as a fuckin’ present.” He reached out, snatching the chain from the other man’s hand. Kevin released her hair, giving her a little shove toward Negan.

She was close enough to really catch his scent then. Leather, and something like cedar mingled with musk and whiskey. Despite herself she responded, pulling in a deep breath. Kevin, and the other Alpha at the farm had smelled wrong to her. Too sharp and sour and sickly, like metal and rust. From everything she’d heard, Negan was a monster to be feared, but in that moment all she wanted was to bury her face in his chest.

He caught her by the shoulder, steadying her, his eyes fixed on Kevin. More gently than she expected, he moved her to one side, handing off the chain to the man he’d called Simon.

“I gotta tell you, Kev. That ain’t no way to treat a fuckin’ lady,” Negan said pleasantly. “Makes me wonder what you’ve got goin’ on with your little farm.”

She saw the play of emotions across Kevin’s face. Puzzlement, then anger. He squelched it as much as he probably could. “Look, she’s an Omega we found wandering. Any other Alpha would have taken and knotted her by now,” he began.

“But not you, Kev. You haul her off in chains like a fucking dog to give to an Alpha you think’s more dangerous than you are. Not like you give a fuck, huh?” Negan rumbled. “You gonna show your belly and piss yourself, too?”

Kevin showed his teeth at that, his eyes darkening. “You’re the one going around demanding supplies. I figured you of all people would appreciate a little Omega fucktoy.”

The barbed wire wrapped bat made a sound unlike any she’d ever heard when it collided with Kevin’s temple. He went down like a felled tree, crumpling at Negan’s feet. His people reacted with shock as Negan continued, the bat rising and falling with a savage violence she’d never seen, even since the world ended.

She stumbled back, Simon catching her shoulders and turning her face away. It didn’t block out the sounds, though.

The horrible wet noises went on for an eternity. When it was finally over, the hush was unbearable.

“Now then. First of all, which of you sorry fucks has the key to that girl’s cuffs?” Negan’s voice was a knife’s edge.

Olivia didn’t dare look at what was left of Kevin, though it was easy enough to imagine given the state of Negan and his bat. Gore dripped thickly from the barbed wire, and when he glanced back, she saw blood spattered across his handsome face. She closed her eyes, trembling. Simon patted her shoulder in what she was sure he thought was a reassuring manner.

“I--I have it,” said Alan. The other Alpha. The one who’d wanted to keep her for himself. He was cowed, afraid. He handed over the small, silver key without a word of protest, his eyes on the ground submissively.

Negan plucked the key from his hand. “All right, let’s get this crystal fucking clear,” he growled. “I’m going to be visiting your fucking compound. Half your shit is mine. I fucking own you. I fucking own your shit. You fucking exist at my pleasure, and because of this dead fucker here, you’re on fucking probation.” His voice was loud, commanding. “If I get there and you’re treating women or Omegas like the dearly departed treated this little girl, we are going to have fucking problems.” He pointed the bloody bat at Alan. “Do we fucking understand each other?”

Alan’s eyes were wide. He looked like he wanted to bolt, but didn’t dare. “Yes, sir,” he said.

“Good. Then get the fuck out of here. We’ll be visiting in a week to take our shit,” Negan grated. “And don’t even fucking think of bucking up on us.”

The group fled, as she imagined they would. Alan was an Alpha, but he knew his limits, and he knew when someone else was a bigger threat. Since the world ended, Negan was the biggest threat she’d ever come across. And now, he had her.

The man strode over to her, towering head and shoulders above her. “Let’s see those wrists, baby girl,” he said.

She didn’t dare look up, keeping her eyes fixed on the ground as she held up her wrists for him to unlock the cuffs. She’d thought about running, or fighting. That was the reason for Kevin’s warning; he knew there was fire in her. Despite her situation, despite being an Omega. Faced with Negan, however, she was much too afraid to do anything.

He unlocked the cuffs, making a dissatisfied noise at the chafing around her wrists. She resisted the impulse to rub at them as the chain fell away. She tried to remain as still and small as possible, though it was a silly thing to do. She already had his full attention.

A big, leather-clad hand caught her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

He was handsome. It was unfair, really, that such a terrifying Alpha would have a face that was so very appealing. Beautiful dark eyes, a salt-and-pepper stubble across his cheeks and chin, a hint of dimples as he smiled down at her.

“There we are,” he said, his voice soft. “Damn. That dead fucker was right about one thing. You’re pretty as can be, doll. How the fuck can you not be mated?” He shook his head, grinning down at her, sharp white teeth on display. “What’s your name, doll baby?”

It took her two tries to speak, her voice lost in her dry throat. “Olivia,” she said finally.

His thumb feathered over her lips. “Well, hello there, Olivia. I’m Negan. Welcome to Sanctuary, little Omega.”

Tagging the usual suspects: @noodlecupcakes @glittered-unicorn-lava @genevievedarcygranger @adair-donovan @feistybaby @negans-network @ask-kakashihatake

#negan #a/b/o #twd negan #fanfiction #smut

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bloodmxge · 6 years

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i was tagged by @starlokii

Thanks so much for the tag!!!

(bold which applies to your oc)

Alexandria Alex Hawke

[ COLORS ] red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white.teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. pyre. teeth. rifles.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal.clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. poppies.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. wolves. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. crickets. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. rats. livestock. foxes.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. french fries. ambrosia.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theatre. libraries. books. comic books. magazines. cds. records. vinyl’s. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. running. exploring.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armour. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. sweater. boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. duster. trenchcoat. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. ties. uniform.

I tag anyone who wants to do this lol

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reachfolk · 2 years

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❥ title: “on alchemy in the reach”

✿ tags: alchemy, pre-relationship lexien, no real plot tbh, reachfolk

❥ word count: 720

✿ synopsis: an excerpt from lucien flavius’s expedition journal on alchemy, as taught to him by alexandria silver-blood

❥ author’s note: this is somewhere between an academic paper and romance novel. that’s where he tends to operate when it comes to her. been wanting to write this forever and i also wanted to practice a few things here

✿ taglist: @lookathooves @vilkas @faolan-red-eagle (ask to be added!)

Like all things, alchemy in the Reach runs deeper than I had ever anticipated. It is not simply practicality, something to heal a wound or kill a foe—though they certainly aren't lacking in either of those departments. It is a spiritual and cultural practice that ties them to the old gods, to the land, and to each other. And none embody this principle quite like Alexandria.

I had known her to be a skilled alchemist since the day I’d met her. At the first town we’d arrived, her first thought was to find an alchemy lab, where she’d spent the next several hours mixing potions and poisons of all sorts. I realized soon enough that to her, it was more than a matter of survival; working with her hands allowed her to slow down and process the events of that fateful day. Any time she were struggling with anything, be it as small as a rude comment from a stranger or as heavy as the weight of her destiny as the last dragonborn, her response was always the same: to create.

When I asked her about the use of alchemy in the Reach, she did not speak of meticulous methods or careful calculations; she spoke of the gods. Namira, most of all. She spoke of alchemy not as a science, but as a gift to be cherished. She spoke of life blooming in the unlikeliest of places, of death and rot that sustains the living, of the earth tenderly nurturing its people. Alchemy was more than herbs and flowers; it was decay and flesh and filth. And most of all, it was love. It was Namira granting her children with the tools they need to defend, heal, and sustain themselves.

As I learned more about what it meant to the Reachfolk, Alexandria allowed me to watch her as she worked her wonders. It was an honor, that much was certain. The process of creation was one that took attentiveness and care, and to take on an observer, even a silent one, was an intrusion she would not freely allow.

She wore her love for the craft on her body—most of all, on her hands. Once, as she put aside a jar of sabre cat eyes, her hands brushed against mine, and the calloused skin told a story of years hunched over a workstation, crushing herbs and bugs together. The skin at the tip of her fingers was scabbed over and irritated from dethorning dragon’s tongue, and her nails were carefully trimmed to keep the ingredients from getting underneath them.

Observing her felt strangely intimate. Her eyes filled with total concentration as she watched a crucible filled with troll fat over a controlled flame. I asked if the smell bothered her, and she answered, “That’s how you know it’s working.” Once the fat began to boil over and smell nidorous, she moved the crucible with a pair of tongs into a pile of cool frost salts. There was a hiss as the silver made contact against the freezing granules. She told me of all her years repeating this recipe, and how nothing worked quite like a frost salt bath; that was her own little trick to a classic Reach poison.

We went through a number of other potions and poisons, recipes she’s learned from the hagravens of the Reach, whose wisdom is thought too unnatural, too vile, too evil for the civilized peoples of the Empire. But Alexandria, as all her people, rather resents that notion. The hags only bring to light the secrets of the natural world and put it in the hands of their people to let them thrive. This knowledge has sustained the reach for millennia, healing their dying and defending their lands from the constant barrage of invaders. Where, I ask, is the evil in that?

I list these recipes—those that she and the Matriarch allowed me to share, that is—on the next few pages. But I urge you, reader, to take into consideration the incredible culture that graces you and I with this knowledge. If you find yourself hurt and rescued by a potion of juniper and taproot essence, or if a great bear attacks you only to be put down with a poison of singed tapinella and troll fat, remember the Reachfolk as your saviors.

#reachfolk #cozy writes #oc: alexandria silver blood #ship: alexandria x lucien #series: the madmen of the reach

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reachfolk · 2 years

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15 OC Associations

I was tagged by @vilkas to do this !! excuse how late it is, tis been sitting in my drafts for ages now lol

Alexandria Silver-Blood

ANIMAL: pheonix

COLOR(S): yellow and gray

MONTH: sun's dawn (february)

SONG(S): the wolf by phildel, sunsets (resilience) by jhariah

NUMBER: 3

DAY OR NIGHT: day

PLANT(S): juniper, snowberries, corpse flowers

SMELL(S): a lot tbh!! some floral like lavender, some chemical like distilled alcohol, some Unpleasant like rotting meat. such is the life of an alchemist lol

GEMSTONE: sunstone

SEASON: summer

PLACE(S): markarth (esp the hag's cure), karthspire

FOOD(S): human stew, honey nut treat

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: the lover

ELEMENT(S): fire

DRINK(S): spiced juniper tea, snowberry juice

and uuhh I tag @faolan-red-eagle to do this if u want !! also anyone else in the tesblr writers discord is tagged if u haven't done it already 😌

#oc: alexandria silver blood #tag game

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reachfolk · 2 years

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in my dishonored feels so here's some dishonored-style heart quotes about my OC's. context for those that haven't played the game. tldr it's a magic artifact that tells you secrets about the people and locations you point it to. UHHH I want people to do this too so consider this a tag game !!

tagging: @vilkas and anyone else who wants to join in

alexandria silver blood

in everything that she is, there is warmth. at her core, it is burning her alive.

she dreams of a kinder world—wonders if she can ever be good enough to bring it about. she cannot.

she misses her home. it does not miss her back.

ophelia

she is used to the night terrors. she sees them in everything now.

the dark lady whispers to her. it is hard to hear beneath the screams of her own mind.

her heart is armored with fear. be on guard. she will not hesitate to listen to it.

isobel silver blood

she wears heavy makeup and covers her ears to hide her ancestry, but do not be mistaken: she is a child of the reach.

her children believe her to be paranoid, but they are wrong. all her fears are real.

jeweled silver drips from her form, a cascading waterfall of the world's finest luxuries. it is cold against her skin.

esmeralda

she is a lone voice in an orchestral hall, her company nothing but an echo. the world is so quiet without her people.

the ruins sing to her, like a ghost humming a song long forgotten. she would give anything to remember.

#this was so hard yet so fun lol #oc: alexandria silver blood #oc: isobel silver blood #oc: ophelia #oc: esmeralda #tag game

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reachfolk · 2 years

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❥ prompt: "there it is, there's that smile!"

✿ tags: tooth-rotting fluff, my attempt at humor, established relationship, lucien flavius being the best boyfriend ever

❥ word count: 465

✿ summary: in which alexandria makes a faulty potion, and lucien is there to brighten her mood

❥ author’s note: these two are utterly disgusting (affectionate)

✿ taglist: @korvanjund

“I’m never touching a mortar and pestle again. I’m not worthy of calling myself an alchemist.”

Alexandria’s voice came muffled as she lay face-down on the grass, lamenting her latest failed experiment.

“It’s not that bad,” Lucien assured, though it was difficult to prove his point when his skin was glowing a faint blue and emanating a faint ringing sound.

“I used so much more nirnroot than I had any right to.”

“Every alchemist makes mistakes!” He said, taking a seat beside her on the dirt and rubbing at her shoulder. “At least now you’ve learned what doesn’t work.”

“It was supposed to turn you invisible!” She turned onto her back and grabbed onto his hand, shaking it in the air. “What in Oblivion is this?! How did I get it so wrong? You couldn’t sneak into a draugr crypt like this. You’d die. I’ve all but killed you.”

Lucien pursed his lips, resisting the urge to laugh when she was so clearly upset. “And this is why we test potions before using them, like good alchemists.”

Alexandria didn’t respond, only pouting even harder.

“Think of it like this,” Lucien started, grabbing her hands and forcing her to sit up beside him. “Wouldn’t this make a hilarious prank?”

Her saddened expression gave way to an intrigued one, humming as she considered the words. Then a wide grin came to her face, and she began to giggle. “You make an excellent point.”

He brought a hand up to wipe the little specks of dirt and grass that got onto her cheek and pressed a quick kiss to one of her dimples. “There it is,” he said, sharing in her joy, mischievous as it was. “There’s that smile I love so much.”

She mimicked his action, bringing her hand up to his cheek. “You always know how to bring it back.”

Glancing up and down his form, she laughed again and stood up. “Come on, let’s see if I can find an antidote. I cannot for the life of me take you seriously like this.”

She held out a hand to pull him up and he took it graciously. “What?” He asked, pulling her closer by the waist. “Is this not romantic?” He pressed a kiss to her lips with the intention of letting it linger, but she quickly pulled back to laugh even harder.

“Stop it.” She turned her face and tried to pull away, but he only held onto her tighter and pressed more kisses to her cheek and neck.

“Absolutely not,” he said between pecks. “My lover is sad, so it’s my duty to cheer her up.”

She stopped her struggling and instead wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. “Your duty has been fulfilled. Now will you let me fix this already?”

#lucien flavius #ship: alexandria x lucien #cozy writes #i have no idea if this is as funny as i thought it was while writing it #oc: alexandria silver blood

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