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hecate-valentine · 2 years
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Alvina: Why aren't there friend pick-up lines? Pick up lines to make friends like- Alvina, to Elrond: Hey, that's a cute outfit. You know where it would look better? On nobody else, because you're a beautiful individual. Thranduil, to Lindir: Be my friend or I'll set your entire family on fire. Myrcelle: There are two types of people.
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cobaltash · 4 years
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Day 9: Mentor
Today, it is my delight to present @aban-ataashi‘s adorable Myrcelle Primm, in her younger years, while she was still learning her trade, along with her father and mentor, Arthur Primm. Just a little moment from this adorable fic (Go read it! it has such a nice flow to it and Myrcelle’s a cutie ;) )
Thank you @oc-growth-and-development for this wonderful challenge!
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bnnuyboikase · 6 years
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this has been in my drafts since the primordial grounds campaign ended, and my phone’s lock screen ever since. i love all our d&d kids <3
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acousticmalta · 3 years
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Commission crop, Lady Dimitrescu x Myrcel (oc), commissioned by @/howmanyvoids on twitter!
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fluffsoo · 7 years
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TOBY YOU’VE DONE IT AGAIN MY FRIEND
i commissioned my good bud @earthprincewu to draw (almost) all my current dnd babies and he did an AMAZING JOB!!! they look so beautiful and i’m crying please go commission my dad he is incredible
characters from left to right: Joker the tiefling bard, Fiametta the tiefling cleric, Lich the human warlock, Lysander the fiend patron to Lich, and Phaedra the half elf “wizard” (*cough* she’s actually a wild magic sorcerer *cough*)
once again, go grab yourself a commission from toblerone if you need an oc drawn bc my dude does the best work 👌🏻
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dragonologist-phd · 4 years
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OC-Tober: Mentor
OC-Tober Day 1! Gonna kick off the month with a snippet for Mercury based on the prompt #9 from @oc-growth-and-development‘s list: Mentor. This is also part of @cobaltash‘s OC event!
Mercury (aka Myrcelle to her family) is my tiefling alchemist from Pathfinder: Kingmaker and one of my few OC’s who doesn’t have a super angsty family backstory, so I figured I’d give her family (or at least her dad) a little bit of a spotlight! (visual reference here)
“You set your school on fire?”
Myrcelle looked up at her father with wide eyes, her hands clasped behind her back, desperately trying to portray as much innocence and regret and I-didn’t-mean-to as her seven-year-old body could muster. “It wasn’t the whole school. Just my desk. And just a little one.”
Arthur Primm sighed heavily, leaning against his worktable as he did so. Myrcelle watched nervously, knowing that whatever happened next would be an indicator of just how much trouble she was in. So far it wasn’t looking good- her father had removed the thick glasses from his eyes and was rubing his temples, which he only did when he was very tired or when he was about to ‘have a talk’ with one of his children. He was quiet for a while, his eyes still closed, and Myrcelle quietly considered simply tiptoeing out of the workshop before he could remember to lecture her.
But then she’d have to go through the front of the shop where her mother was, and her mother’s talks were way scarier than her father’s. That was why she’d come straight through the backroom of the apothecary after school. She’d have to face her mother eventually- Callum would surely tattle on her before the day was out- but hopefully her father would see her side by then. After all, he was the one who had experience with things like experimenting and inventing and accidently setting things on fire, so maybe he’d be a little more understanding.
At last, Arthur took a deep breath in, put his glasses back on, and gave Myrcelle a patient look. “Why did you set your desk on fire?”
Myrcelle huffed and cross her arms, forgetting for a moment to look pitiful. “Well, it wasn’t on purpose.” Her tail flicked behind her in irritation as she remembered trying to explain that to her teacher, with very little success. “I was trying to make alchemist’s fire, like you do! And I thought I did it right and I was just gonna show it to my friends. Except…I guess I did it wrong because it didn’t stay in the bottle like it’s supposed to. But I didn’t know it was gonna explode right in the middle of Miss Harp’s lesson!”
Arthur blinked, surprise taking over the stern disappointment as he listened to Myrcelle’s story. “Alchemist’s fire? Myrcelle, you know you’re not supposed to touch the dangerous things in here.”
That much was true, Myrcelle had to admit. She’d been helping her father in the apothecary since she could walk, and she was allowed to help mix healing potions and simple tonics. And that could be fun- the apothecary was her favorite place in the world, with its endless rows of neatly organized elements, the comforting heat of the fires, the smell of dozens of simmering mixtures.
But Myrcelle quickly realized that the stuff she was actually allowed to touch was so boring compared to what her father made for the adventurers who came to the store- things like explosives and acid bombs and liquid fire! She was supposed to learn how to do that kind of stuff when she was older, but it was really, really hard to wait that long when all the ingredients were sitting right there on the shelf, just begging to turned into something magical.
“I just wanted to see if I could do it,” she said earnestly, hoping beyond hope that her father would know what she meant. Butterflied danced nervously in her stomach as she waited for his reaction.
Arthur tilted his head and studied her through those thick glasses, not saying a word- until, to Myrcelle’s surprise and relief, he shook his head and chuckled. “Well, you are certainly your father’s daughter.”
Myrcelle grinned, her remorse quickly evaporating as it seemed she would not be getting yelled at- not right now, anyway. “Try telling Miss Harp that. She says I get into trouble all the time ‘cause I have devil’s blood.”
For a fraction of a second, Arthur’s brow furrowed, and he suddenly looked very angry after all. But the look was gone too quickly for Myrcelle to be sure, replaced with her father’s usual patient expression as she said firmly, “You get into trouble because you don’t follow the rules. Blood’s got nothing to do with it, and if your teacher is still saying that then maybe your mother should go have a talk with her.”
The image of Liana Primm delivering one of the lectures she usually reserved for her children to one of their teachers made Myrcelle giggle. She bounced on her toes, all traces of sorrow completely forgotten now that her father seemed to surely be on her side.
“So why didn’t my fire work?” she asked, her focus shifting to what she felt was truly important about the day’s catastrophe. “How do you get yours to stay in the bottle?”
Arthur raised an eyebrow. “When you were pilfering my stores for flammables, did you think to grab a stabilizing solution?”
“A what?”
In lieu of answer, Arthur turned to a shelf of bottles and took down one of the bright orange vials of Alchemist’s Fire. Myrcelle couldn’t keep the smile from her face as he held it up, the bright orange liquid shimmering like a jewel in the firelight. And most noticeably, not bubbling and broiling like hers had ended up doing.
“If you really want to learn, I can teach you,” Arthur said. “But you have to follow the instructions. No doing it by yourself, no taking bottles to school. Can you handle that?”
“Yes! Yes I can, I promise!” Myrcelle said eagerly, hardly able to keep still as she processed this exciting new development. “Can I start learning now?”
“Myrcelle!”
The sound of Liana Primm’s voice caused both Myrcelle and her father to jump. Her father shot her a guilty look as he gently put the bottle away. “Later, I think. As happy as I am that you’re excited to learn, I think you’re also grounded.”
Dang it, Callum, Myrcelle thought grumpily. Her brother was such a tattletale.
“Myrcelle, get in here now!”
Myrcelle sighed and headed to the storefront. She knew she was in for a long lecture, and probably a whole month of extra chores. But at least she would have the image of the bright orange fire and the anticipation of her father’s recipes to keep her spirits up.
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hecate-valentine · 2 years
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Thranduil: This food is too hot... I can't eat it. Myrcelle: You’re very hot, and I still eat you. Everyone at the table: *silence* Lindir: YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING! Elrond: One dinner... I just want ONE DINNER!
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hecate-valentine · 2 years
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Myrcelle: I'm cold. Thranduil: Here, take my hoodie. *meanwhile* Legolas: I'm cold. Ithil: I can't control the weather, Legolas.
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hecate-valentine · 2 years
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Myrcelle looking at Ithil and Legolas: I shitted that out. It was painful.
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dragonologist-phd · 4 years
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MERCURY lol idk who she is or what she's for but her name's rad so tell me all about her! 1 3 5 and 7!
 aaah thank you! She’s from a game I got a couple days ago called Pathfinder Kingmaker!
1: List five basic facts about your OC. 
1) She’s a tiefling! That means one of her ancestors had some sort of demonic dealings, and that left demonic traces in their bloodline. She’s the first tiefling to surface in the family so far; both of her parents are humans.
2) Her parents run an apothecary, and she learned a lot from them about nature and arcana. They’re very supportive of her and her ambitions as an adventurer, although they do worry about her a lot
3) Her class is Alchemist, and she specializes in making bombs and mutagens. She honed her skills working in the ‘lab’ of her parents’ shop while her brother helped on the business end
4) She has an older brother, Callum, and a younger sister, Rosemary. They’re both ‘normal’ humans
5) Her given name is Myrcelle. She started going by Mercury after she left home to be an adventurer
3: Post a snippet from your writing that describes your OC. 
I haven’t written anything for her yet but I’ll do a mini-drabble!
Linzi watched anxiously as Mercury continued to fiddle with the statues. She didn’t exactly mind this little fixation- finding a hidden cache of treasure? that was exactly what heroes did! - but they did have an invasion to be dealing with.
“Should we-” she began, but just as she was about to suggest moving on Mercury flipped one last stone arm and the adjacent wall gave a resounding click.
“Yes!” Mercury exclaimed, clapping her hands together and looking positively delighted with herself. She didn’t even move to inspect the treasure they’d just revealed; her eyes were still fixed on the hidden levers in the statue.
“This is the coolest thing ever. If I end up a Baroness, I have got to get one of these for my castle.”
5: Describe your OC’s physical appearance. 
As a tiefling, she has skinny horns that curve back over head and a long forked tail. She has indigo skin and short, fluffy dark blue hair. She’s has kind of a wiry frame and relies more on dexterity than strength.
7: Describe your OC’s fashion sense. 
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fluffsoo · 7 years
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Fiametta: ... I'm sorry. I didn't want to drag you of all people into my mess. I'm sorry I've been weak, I'm sorry I've been cruel. I've done nothing but wrong all of you. I've only hurt /you/. I know you're not Oleander, but god, you two are too, too similar and I'm afraid I'll lose you too. I'm sorry I've been selfish. You have every right to hate me-- I hope you hate me honestly. I've done nothing right, and... and it'll just be easier. For both of us. I'm sorry for getting you involved. - G.
Dearest Gaktial,
You seem to be trying so hard to push us all away. You want to be hated so badly... I don’t understand why. You are so worried about hurting us and yet you don’t seem to see that pushing us all away is hurting just as much. I joined this group because I believed it was the right thing to do. My mission is to help people. You seem like someone who could use some help. 
I don’t want to hate you, I don’t want to be afraid of you, and I don’t want to leave. You think I’m weak, and I have been weak in the past, but I know now that this is where I’m meant to be. I never met Oleander, but you seem to think highly of her, and I hope she knew how much you cared for her. However, it’s important to remember that the past is the past and you can’t change what has happened. You can only ask for forgiveness and work towards redemption.
You may have done bad things in the past but I have learned that doing bad things doesn’t mean you don’t deserve a chance at redeeming yourself. For all the bad you have done, think of the good you have done as well. You saved Lianna from a cave-in, you have protected all of us in battle time and time again, and by staying with us and helping us find these Primordial Gems, you are protecting all of Lynarie from danger. 
You don’t see it, but you are a hero to me, Gaktial. I care about you and I believe in you. 
Yours Faithfully,
Fiametta Myrcell of the house Myrcell
priestess to Sune, protector of Soleil
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fluffsoo · 7 years
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Fia. How have you been? I haven't asked you that in a while. I just want to let you know that I'm glad your hear. I'm not sure of Gaktial said anything, but... you're wanted here. We can't do any of this without you. Don't let anyone put you down. If someone does that, let me know. Stay safe. I'll always be by your side. Iz.
Dearest Iz,
I have been well, thank you for asking! It’s very kind of you to write to me and it means a lot to know you want me around. I have been worried that this lifestyle is not for me; I’m not as strong or as brave as the rest of you, but after a prayer with Sune, it seems this is the path I am meant to walk and I will do everything in my power to prove myself and to keep you all safe. 
You are a good man Iz, and a good friend. Thank you for believing in me.
Yours Faithfully,
Fiametta Myrcell of the house Myrcell
priestess to Sune, protector of Soleil
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fluffsoo · 7 years
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Sunshine, I'm sorry we haven't gotten the chance to talk as much as I'd like recently, with everything that's going on. I know there's been a lot that's hit you pretty hard. I just want you to know that, whatever you hear or whatever happens, you're doing the right thing. You're trying, and that's all you can ask of yourself. You may not be able to save everyone, but saving whoever you can makes you so much kinder than so many others. And we're lucky to have you. Come see me soon, yeah? -Lianna
Dearest Lianna,
Thank you for writing to me and for saying such nice things. Your kindness truly knows no boundaries it seems! It’s true that lately I have been worried whether or not we are all doing the right thing, or if I should even be among you great people or not, but your confidence in me is reassuring. I will continue to try my hardest to prove to you and to the rest of the group that I belong here. You have all put your safety in my hands, and I only hope I never let you down.
Maybe we can get some tea and talk soon, when we get back to the Center we should try to set something up! I would love it very much!
Yours Faithfully,
Fiametta Myrcell of the house Myrcell
priestess to Sune, protector of Soleil
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