(hey hello hi new follower and I love your work) For the oc interaction I hand you Melanie and Louise!!
"It's a pleasure to meet you all!" The young girl curtsies to the three before rising. "I know we've never met before but I'm part of the Ramshackle dorm, here!" She then hands Siphok a small basket of bright red strawberries. "I grew them myself, I hope we can get along!" Soon enough a little mouse emerged from Melanie's breast pocket, scurrying up to her shoulder before bowing. "And I'm Louise, trusted knight of her highness! Pleased to meet you!" He squeaked proudly causing her to giggle.
Anan gives a curt bow, pressing a hand to his chest, “Good morning, and pleasure to meet you Miss Melanie.” His eyes then trailed over to Charin, who’s hands are behind his head in a relaxed manner. “This is my body guard Charin. Please, don’t mind his-“
“The pleasure is all mine, Melanie.” Charin says with his usual flirty tone of voice that makes Anan sigh internally. “How sweet of you to gift us these lovely strawberries? How about we all enjoy them together over a cup of tea?”
Of course, Anan’s eyes were already glued onto the small mouse in Melanie’s breast pocket. Oh my. What an adorable, fluffy little thing! It’s passionate about its duties as the girl’s trusted knight too! How benevolent. Surely Louise and Charin would get along—
It was even five minutes until Louise was chewing on Charin’s ears and kicking his feet on the poor half-merman. Anan stared blankly. Should he stop the fight, or should he continue to stare at how small Louis is- how Louis could definitely fit into his palms. Or those socks humans hang by the fireplace on Christmas. Oh wait! Maybe he should knit Louis a tiny scarf? Yes..yes, that shall do.
Meanwhile, Melanie and Siphok were too busy enjoying the strawberries and the tea that Charin offered (Siphok had to brew them, because Charin was dragged away by a rather protective knight.)
“You grow the strawberries yourself?” Siphok asks, trying to ignore how Charin was pretending to be defeated by Louise while Anan stares blankly at Louise from a feet away. “You gotta show me your tricks! Everything I grow dies.” She laughs.
My art is in it’s flop era💔 First pic was a million years ago (still dedicated to this ask) the second one slayed (also a million years ago) and I FLOPPED SO HARD ON THE THIRD I HOPE I DREW MELANIE RIGHT😭 honestly, Melanie is such a sweetheart I love how she gives off idol vibes🥺 AND LOUISE RRAAAAAAAA HE’S SO SILLY I LOVE HOW HE;S SO DEDICATED ON BEING MELANIE’S KNIGHT IT’S ADORABLE😭
I was torn between drawing Siphok and Grim waving lightsticks while Melanie performs at monstro lounge jshdijsunjcjosjudn but decided to stick to the prompt!
ALSO I LOVE HOW MELANIE DESIGNS ALL HER CLOTHES?? SHE;S GORGEOUS TOO?? WITH THE SUNSET COLORED HAIR (REMINDS ME OF SUNSETS BUT YK) RRAAAAAA SHE REMINDS ME OF MY SISTER FOR SOME REASON(In a good way!)
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"I see I seem to have captured your interest... could it be this is your first time experiencing the wonder of magic?" Lyney's voice is kind as he speaks though amused, theatrically gasping after as though he cannot believe it is a first encounter. In truth it is something of a semi-regular occurance, but that doesn't truly suit a show. "Well then, let me rustle up one trick more, just for you!"
unprompted, always accepting ! @resolutepath ♡
❛ i suppose so ... ❜ words come out tentatively, spoken slowly as if pondering the question herself —— she can't answer it with confidence, can't answer it at all, not knowing anything of her own past, but it's not like he was seriously asking; and should he perform the act time and time again, it would be no less magical, she thinks. shoulders stiff as though on the edge of her seat, there's the faintest gleam of wonder in caramel hues as gaze is fixated on the magician. he's certainly captured her interest, alright.
a blink at his words. was that really okay .. ? she wouldn't want to have him perform one more if he didn't want to— but could this perhaps be the charismatic words of a performer ? it was easier to accept the offer in such a context, rather than it being something special for herself. ( the thought of it made her heart clench a little, but hakuno knew she should never accept ) ❛ ... thank you. ❜ a polite nod accompanies it, as she silently recalls the amount of mora in her pouch — already estimating just how much she ought to pay him for his services. if she paid handsomely, perhaps she'd be a great customer. and then perhaps, he wouldn't mind showing her more tricks ...
for now, she'll show her appreciation by enjoying the show. though— ❛ wait, are you not going to explain how you pulled out mora from my ear ? ❜
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Starving for Skye content 😭🙏 Could I request a Skye x Fem!Reader where they wake up early on their day off together, and they decide to stay in bed for a bit and it's just super fluffy ?? Maybe Reader traces all of Skye's scars (Maybe Skye is telling Reader each how she got each scar?) and just admires her freckles 🧍♀️ I'm so inlove with her it's insane
My good friend, same I say, having had this sitting in my inbox for like 3 months(? Imsosorry) I hope you enjoy~
Skye x Fem!Reader: Lazy Day
The first thing your sleepy eyes lock onto are the way the sliver of warm light from the window picks up the dust particles hazing through the air. The light is brilliant when it hits them—little flecks of gold in an otherwise still-dark room.
The second thing you notice is your girlfriend, mouth slightly ajar and hair mussed over the pillow. Her chest rises and falls, all sheets and blankets having rolled to the side during all the tossing and turning she did to get comfortable last night.
The last mission was a bitch.
It wasn’t often you guys got scheduled on the same mission. Don’t get me wrong, your synergy was great—some of the best teamwork in the Protocol in fact. It was more that you were both so invaluable that Brim often needed you chaperoning the more… trigger happy members of your organisation.
God it was nice being able to wake up next to her. You’d saved yourself a lot of stiffness by taking yourselves off to Sage last night. For the first time in however long then, you had yourselves a morning off.
The smallest grumble from across the bed draws your attention, and you see Skye stir on the pillow next to you. Her eyes crinkle blearily as she tugs the blankets back around her.
You smile gently and brush a little bit of hair out of her eyes. Before you can retract your hand, she reaches up and grabs it, locking your fingers and murmuring something soft that ends in “…morninggg.”
“Hey sleepyhead. Missed morning run alarm huh?”
This draws angrier grunts as she rolls the blankets around, pushing her head closer to your chest to block out the light. “MmmMMmmmbb,” she mumbles.
Usually Skye’s ready to crack on with a run, so you decide to make the most of the moment to tug her in closer and run your hand through her hair. She leans into the touch and hums.
“Wanna stay in a bit?” she whispers.
“Of course,” you smile.
After a while, she makes another grumble and shifts over to press her back up against you. The loose night shirt tugs down and exposes her neck and shoulders, filled with scars and scrapes. Almost absent-mindedly, you start running your fingers across the various ridges, tracing currents down her skin.
She chuckles. “The perks of havin’ an aviary.”
“Where did you get these ones anyway? Didn’t think we’d been melee’d that many times on the field recently,” you chuckle.
“Oh these? Nah, they’re old news.” She tugs the shirt further back to reveal the marks that pepper her shoulders. Your little huffs of concern are met with an easy smile.
“They don’t hurt anymore ya goof, these are from my days as a hiking guide. Someone’s kid got himself somewhere he shouldn’t, and I might have gone a bit past OH&S requirements to get him out of a pretty tight cave. Granite’s a bitch.”
She moves your hand to a thick, textured indent on her left shoulder. “This one, I got from an overly ambitious bike outing. To be fair, it was a pretty sick jump, I can show you the video if I can dig it up.”
“You videoed that?” you ask, incredulously.
“My mate did,” she chuckles. “Funniest shit I ever seen.”
“What about this one on the back?” you ask, tracing a big gash through her upper back. You ask it jokingly, but you’re met with a surprisingly serious expression.
“Shit, Skye, is that off-limits? My bad- I didn’t mean to dredge up-“
“Nah fam, you’re right. Just a vicious encounter I’d prefer to forget.”
“Realm? Mirrors?”
“Worse. Australian wildlife.”
What the fuck could be deadlier than some universe’s Reyna? You gotta know. “What the fuck did that one Skye.”
“God, these things are so rare I couldn’t fucken believe I ran into one,” she starts up. “Dead of night, day three of the gnarliest fucken bush bash I’ve ever been on. I go off to find a place level enough to bury the team’s poo-“
“Skye that’s fucken nasty,” you cut in.
“Naw naw, listen though. We had head torches and shit right? Not much is gonna fuck you up if you make noise—snakes tend to stay the fuck away and kangas are more interested in beefing with each other anyway. But there was this weird rustling, right?”
“Mm.” You’re riveted.
“And there was just something about it. My heart dropped and I think I kinda knew what I was in for. God, even thinking of it now makes my blood run cold. As slowly as I could, no sudden moves, I looked up towards the branches. The torch cut across these eyes. Fuck. I can still remember exactly the way they lit up in the gumtrees. The low growl that seemed to come from everywhere. Bone white claws and tusks live with spittle.”
“Oh my god, Skye. What was it,” you say softly.
“Stuff of Australian legends, girlie. The tyrant of the bush. The hunter of the canopy.”
Here, she pauses, and takes a deep breath, looking at you dead on.
“The drop… bear.”
You look at her for a full ten seconds, coming to terms with the enormity of what she’s just said. She looks at you, trying to remain as impassive as she can but not quite as a small, rakish smile tugs at the corner of her mouth.
“Skye.”
“Love of my life.”
“I can’t believe you just fucking tried to drop-bear me-“
“Successfully, drop-beared you,” she shoots back.
“-believe you successfully drop-beared me in the year of our lord 2-“
You’re cut off with a flurry of kisses, as the pair of you can barely supress grins and giggles. Skye peppers kisses all over your face as you squirm in mock-protest, until you both dissolve into a pile of pillows and blankets and laughs.
Yeah, that counts as a good day off.
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