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My OCs and Interests
What I might write, for you to pick and choose through
OCs
Carcel Devereaux (They/Them)
Ines Santiago (She/Her)
Jayce Wiseman (He/They)
Kulîlk Teyran (She/Her)
Niamh Venegard (She/Her)
Talon Vespero (He/Him)
Thanh “Christina” Đặng (She/Her)
general BBD relationship hcs bc I couldn't categorize them myself
BB
BB is a guy that craves efficiency for himself. Since he lives a simple life, most of his daily needs can be met by bulk purchasing toiletries and supplies. Your needs are treated no differently. If you like a particular snack in a store, BB will take notice and he will buy a whole box full of them just for your consumption.
When you are placed under his protection and love, you are his priority first and foremost. He enters through doors first, prefers sitting where he can see exits and windows, and would prefer to have you close not only because he craves you and the proximity, but the security of being able to pull you close if anything happens
Unbelievably dry texter, typing in short and succinct sentences is the best he'll offer you. What he's more likely to do is send you random images of things throughout the day. Pictures of his workstation, the garage, and his workers are just some of the things you might see.
He might leave short voice memos later on as technology progresses. Naturally, he'd work to cultivate an acceptable back and forth between the two of you, just so he can keep tabs on you throughout your respective days.
If you ever move in together he shifts and shrinks down his space to accommodate you. In many ways, it's his way of showing you how much you matter, in other ways it's just a deep-seeded belief that because you're a woman you need the extra space. BB strips down the moment he comes home from work, not wanting to track any grease or oil into the house- especially after the work you'd both put into making the place truly yours.
Doesn't trust anyone else to take care of your vehicles than him. Why would you bother going to another garage anyway? He has the technical ability and the knowledge to repair and perform maintenance on any bike or car you might own. Besides, BB knows his own standards better than anyone else, there's not a single mechanic that would test every part and function in your ride the same way BB would.
Lane
Is a stage 5 clinger in the most endearing and annoying way possible. Have you ever owned a dog that loves sticking their little muzzle in your business? Maybe a cat that likes to move room to room just to annoy you and paw things of every flat surface? That's Lane. He takes immense joy in pushing you around and testing to see if you really, really love him or not
He'll use his height and build to his advantage, snatching things away until you pay a toll (The price: a kiss... or more, depends on you). If you're out and about, Lane would definitely drape himself over your shoulders and lean his weight down just to get a good look at what you're doing.
Don't bring him out in public. Lane Fostman is a menace to society and a pain in your ass.
He will definitely try and tease/embarrass you by being inappropriate at the most inopportune times. Smack his arm and he'll let out a moan loud enough to draw passing eyes to you. He'll whine and complain in your ear as the two of you go about your day and even make jabs some random passerby just to earn a sharp look or reaction. Either way, he's hoping to hear a laugh or two from his girlfriend.
Lane would use your products in the bathroom so long as the scent is to his taste. That $60 body wash you got at the mall a few weeks ago? It's empty now because Lane thought to use it up scrubbing his face in the shower. Don't worry, he'll replace it for you... probably.
Lowkey would be into those gimmicky things for couples. Of course, Lane will act otherwise, he'll say it's cringe or a waste of time, but he likes having the same hoodies and matching phone charms or ringtones- it's just those small things that really affirm that the two of you are together for the long haul.
cute little kitchen/cooking hcs I've been thinking of for bbd
BB
Everything is bare bones in his kitchen, whatever shitty microwave and white fridge came with his shoe box of an apartment gets to stay. Since he eats exclusively MREs, I doubt there's much for his fridge to do except chill some drinks
Eats with the speed of a prisoner and the relative cleanliness of a soldier who needs to get back to his post. Doesn't matter how shit the food is, so long as it's edible, BB shovels it up and chews it down
Fuel is fuel after all
When he actually gets to cooking, at best BB could try a hand at reading the back of a box and following the instructions. Think boiled pasta and sauce from a jar reheated on the stove. If you twisted his arm into baking, he could probably follow the instructions to boxed cake mix relatively well and get a lumpy but half decent dessert
However, he lacks technique and real knowledge. His eggs are over-beaten, his food bland and as flavorful as the jars and prepacked containers he opens
Just like the obedient dog he is though, BB is a good little helper in the kitchen. He doesn't verbalize his intentions when helping you, but instead moves silently to anticipate what you might need from him. Any heavy lifting with groceries with water laden pots are his burden to carry. Any things you need to buy, he'll buy for you.
It's his way of being useful, of providing and playing the role he was raised to fulfill even when he's out of his depths.
And as he does so, he'd silently watch, taking in your every reaction. The things you like, the things you don't like. Where he can fit into your routine in the kitchen and just how much quiet you bring to his life in the most simple of tasks
Lane
Eats like a five year old and his kitchen reflects that. You want spices? how about a couple of chili flake packages from the last time he ordered pizza? You want hot sauce? How about 27 packets of mild Taco Bell hot sauce that's been getting sticky at the bottom of one of his kitchen drawers?
If he does manage to scrounge up food and cook, he cooks like there's a magic fairy that comes in and waves their wand to clean up his messes. Lane Fostman has never heard of the idea of cleaning as you cook so fully expect 10 dishes "soaking" in the sink and open bags of produce and ingredients all over the kitchen counter by the time he's done making food
But cooking takes up a lot of time and effort and money. If Lane really wanted to "cook" for you, he's more likely to just buy Chinese takeout and plate them like he actually did something... before he'd whip out a cutting board and dull knife (At least, at first)
If you do manage to wrangle him into the kitchen, it's just an excuse to flirt and get handsy for Lane.
He'll try to wrap his arms around your waist, sneak kisses while both your hands are distracted, maybe even whine in your ear that a better use of your time would be ordering food and fooling around on the couch with him.
But when you force him to behave, to actually put his mind to the meal you’re making- it's almost unnerving. It's like time and the world just slows until its the two of you in his shitty kitchen.
He likes it. Genuinely. Truly. It's not like when he wakes up hungover after sleeping with a fling, fumbling to pull his boxers on and rummaging alongside them for sustenance. There's a sense of calm, of domesticity and the kind of peace only you could bring into his life
Sweet, uncomfortable feelings aside, Lane would still act a fool in the kitchen. He'll take items and place them on higher shelves, steal large bites of whatever you're both cooking.. but there's a light in those light blue eyes
A realness to his smile no one could ever deny
OPENING UP THE GIVEAWAY SIGN UP PERIOD!! :D
As I said in earlier posts Im making a giveaway for 4 sticker sheets, and each winner will get to choose 1 of the aviable prints too! This was made possible thanks to Laly's permission and everyone's support! And since we are now 50 pookies in this tumblr I want to show my gratitude with this little event! These sticker sheets include:
2 BB stickers
1 lane sticker
1 Amelia sticker
1 rb sticker
1 extra sticker of Hannah my oc (this one is a little treat <3).
The prints to choose from are:
2 Lane prints
2 BB Prints
2 RB shift 3.5 banner sheets
2 BB bare back sheets (this one comes w/ my oc in the print too)
(I do not claim my oc as a canon one or official mc, it's just that, an original character I've made :>)
TO PARTICIPATE:
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THE AVIABLE PERIOD FOR THIS GIVEAWAY IS FROM JULY 26 TO AUGUST 9
Good luck to everyone that signs up! If I could I'd give stickers to everyone TvT. This community has been nothing but nice to me, so I wanted to give a small something back <3.
(Two pictures of the last one because the shine ruined it for me oof-)
Im so excitedddd!!!
He's been behaving so well recently. He deserves his treats and head pets, right?.. Pretty please? 🦦
A Moodboard for Christina Đặng (BB's Route)
"You...you make me forget how to use my lungs. That's a much more efficient way to kill a man."
A Moodboard for Christina Đặng (Lane's Route)
"If he wants to act like a little shit, he can deal with the consequences"
(SFW) been wanting to cry for some angsty stuff for ATOC, can I request a hc list of how would X, D, R and A react when the Crown is fatally injured, possibly shot by an arrow or stabbed?
Maybe an extra rrq that the Crown is a gentle, cinnamon roll type, that overly kind soul you'd want the least to get hurt but yeah now they're dying
The editor for this tumblr ask literally crashed when i was almost done with X's entry and I've never felt more devastated in my entire life ksahkj. There is also something very similar to this prompt though, it's more about the Crown sacrificing themselves for the ROs. If you're interested in that I'll link it here
I apologize if this isn't the best but I'll try to redo what I can
Azad/Ashti
You were absolutely foolish to get yourself hurt. No matter how kind-hearted you may have been, the Imperial Guard was made to lay down their lives for you. Any injuries you sustained was a stain upon their honor, their own failure to complete their duties.
The Royal Protector fights the icy cold waves of guilt washing over them. They save the lectures and punishments for another time because all that matters in that moment is you.
Their first priority is to get you to safety, the only sign you may see of their inner turmoil not found in their words, but their actions.
The protector's hands shake ever so slightly as they apply pressure to your wounds, hoping to staunch that they can before the healers arrive. A cold sweat chills them down to their very core as they listen for your pulse- only to find it fading away by the second.
They try to reassure you, but it doesn't work. In desperation, they find themselves practically ordering you to keep your eyes open, to not leave them while they're trying to save your life- tightening your bandages up. The unspoken words of concern and love dying in their throat when they look up to see just why you haven't responded.
By the time the healers do arrive, it takes their combined effort to finally pry the Royal Protector from your side.
Dara/Delal
Having served in the military for so long, the General was used to the bloodshed and horror of it all. Gore, suffering, and pain were things they could stomach. Or a least, the ability to do so was required of them.
It's when they see the arrow impaled in your skin, smell the metallic scent of red staining their cloak that the General realizes they may have been wrong. A complex bundle of emotions stirs under those layers of armor, but they have the strength to push through and remain vigilant.
If not for you, then for their own sanity.
Without a second thought, they tear their cloak, torn strips used to either secure the arrow in place and prevent it from moving. If not that, then to help stop the bleeding of any wounds.
They hold their Crown close, all propriety forgotten as the only thing on their mind is you. You need them in this moment and the last thing they'd ever do is fail you. Even if it's killing them on the inside.
What you need in these moments is strength, a shoulder or person to lean on. Which is why they allow you to squeeze the life from their hands. They listen to your weakened voice, giving you the same, almost practiced, words of reassurance they've given countless others.
Yet something about the words this time shakes the General to their core. This time, it feels entirely too raw, like a hundred old wounds made fresh again. The feeling paralyzes them, the unadulterated fear deep in their hardened expression.
As the situation worsens and all seems lost, the General straightens themselves, remaining by your side and keeping a steadfast vigil by your side. Never once do they stray from you. Even as crowds of healers all frantically apply aid to no avail. They remain by your side even as the anguished cries from loyal allies and friends alike sound throughout the halls at news of the inevitable.
And there they remain, even when the last wisps of golden sunlight in those eyes of yours wither away.
Rozerîn/Rêzan
To say that you were everything to the Sorcerer would be an understatement. They had found themselves and their entire life turned upside down by your very being, your warmth and kindness endearing you to the Sorcerer.
You were their purpose, and their friend.
So it's surprise that when they rush to your side, panic and fear overtakes them. The tension is almost palpable in the air as they order, practically beg for others to secure your safety- to fetch the healers- to do something.
It's also in this very moment that they curse their own abilities, or lack thereof. Healing magic simply wasn't a big priority, especially when there were so many others who could look after your health and safety.
If only they had studied more - practiced more- perhaps paid more attention to their surroundings or kept a better eye over the many enemies of Arsur.
A gentle hand, your hand, frees them from the mental prison they were trapped in, lifting the weight of guilt and shame enough for them to focus on pouring every once of themselves to saving you.
You had saved them, been there by their side from the very start.
They had to return the favor, to repay you for all your trust.
Those sentiments ring through their head, repeated over and over again like a mantra as they feel a sharp pain in their skull. Hands trembling from the sheer amount of magic they were using.
The darkness, a very similar one you once saved them from sets its familiar claws into them, the Sorcerer collapsing besides you- their fists bunching up the fabric of your clothing. With what little strength they can muster, the Sorcerer pulls you to their chest, cradling their dying star to their chest.
Xelara/Xelef
The mercenary was a mess. Clever words had long left them by the time they reached your side. Instead there were only frantic, broken phrases of concern and orders to remain still less your wounds worsen.
It almost feels out of character for them, at least, for those who only knew the mercenary by reputation. Having lived the life they did and taking on a profession that exposes them to danger so very often; the Pale Sword had a relationship with death that bordered on being blasé. Even when other Crescent Blades fell in battle, their leader could keep a rational mind about it. For many, this helped to cement the band of mercenaries as relentless, a force to be reckoned with.
If only the gossip mongers and general public could see them now, form hunched over your own. The corner of their vision blurred from the stinging of tears threatening to spill.
They had expected an end like this for them, perhaps even desiring it over the withering they'd have to endure from aging, but for you? Nothing like this was supposed to happen to you. You were the Crown of Arsur. The leader of millions that all relied on you being safe and well. And, perhaps more importantly to the mercenary, you were also the keeper of their heart.
Were? No, you are the Crown of Arsur. And you will live through this. You have to. Otherwise...
The Pale Sword ends the notion right then and there, focusing on the present and being by your side. By now, they've done what they can for you, whether through what general first aid they know or through the healing magics of one of their Blades.
Moving you was out of the question, the very attempt to do so drawing a loud cry of pain from your lips. A wince of guilt burns in the mercenary as they pull back, trying to keep your focus on them instead of the carnage of battle.
The feeling of helplessness isn't an unfamiliar one to the mercenary, however, it's one that the Pale Sword despises to their very core. But what could they do for you that hasn't already been done? What could they do to ease your undeserved suffering?
What they do best.
Lie.
It only takes a moment for mercenary to pull their act together, a practiced, albeit softer smile, gracing their features. What would have been smoothed, honeyed lies of your condition fall flatter than they'd like. Your weak smile tells them as such, a weakened, forced laugh humoring the mercenary and giving them one last act of kindness they know deep down they do not deserve. Nevertheless, they embrace the comfort wholeheartedly, bringing the back of your chilled hands to their lips, their touch- their kiss, returning your gift with one last hug of warmth before the light in you fades away.
Something New: Soda (Mychael x Reader)
I now am writing for a new character! He just gives me so much serotonin I had to crawl out of my cave to throw something down. The character for those who don't know, is Mychael from Mushroom Oasis. A VN by Deersphere Studios if i remember correctly
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Mychael stared down at the aluminum can with vague recognition, the tip of his tail swinging back and forth as he lowered his head down to be eye level with the drink.
It was really shiny. Colorful too.
"I picked up something from the store for you," you did your best to explain as you unpacked your groceries, fighting back a smile as you watched him cautiously wrapped his tail around the soda and lifted it for closer inspection. "You do know what soda is right?"
(SFW) Azad deserves a break and happiness so can I request a drabble where Azad's been having a hard day and gets a lot kisses as he cuddles with the Crown?
Terribly sorry that this took forever and a half- I literally spent a good few days trying to come up with ideas for this prompt that didn't feel too close to other things I've written. It may be a tad short since I'm still very much out of practice and am currently busy sacrificing my life to Baldur's Gate 3 lol
One would think that a childhood spent around the upper echelon of Arsurian nobility and the best tutors Arsur had to offer would have made dealing with the pests buzzing around the Crown easier for Azad.
Hello!
I need to say that I love your writing, I would like to ask..how do you think will Xelef confess to the Crown? And if he will be the one who will confess first.
Awww, Thank you so much! It's been a hot minute since I've written anything- especially ATOC. At the moment I have negative interest in anything but Baldur's Gate 3 so all my writing time is being burned up romancing all the companions and racking up hours in the game.
I don't know if this is a request for writing like a fic or hc, but to avoid leaving it hanging, I'll just ramble a bit- try to paint a picture or two for you, anon. (Hopefully, it'll suffice lol)
Considering how the game is set up, whether X confesses or the Crown would probably depend entirely on how forward the Crown is. Although I wouldn't rule out there being a choice to make with variants based on personality.
If X were to confess though, I'd imagine it could easily go a hundred different ways. However, there are a few scenarios in particular that really squeeze at my heart.
Though grand gestures seem to be right up X's alley, my personal favorite parts of their route have always been those intimate moments where it's just the two of them. A simple mercenary and Crown. Whether it's brushing a touch up their neck or a simple "good night" traded across a tent- those bits hold more meaning to me personally as a reader.
So just shut out the world and imagine the Crown and X doing the same. Time slows to a crawl as gold and green softened gazes get lost in each other. Words are spoken in the softest tones, whispers only mean for the Crown's ears alone and X's in return. A hand cupping a cheek with the utmost care- as if the slightest wrong move would shatter the moment between the two. Foreheads press and then the world itself freezes. It just stops- for what probably feels like an eternity. An impasse for both of them, one last chance for either of them to back out.
what gets Kulîlk's heart race'in ? ;: )
Lmao what doesn't get her heart racing? Kulîlk, while having some experience in sex and flings has never actually courted someone nor been courted for that matter. And considering how much poetry books and tales of love she consumes for her entertainment of choice... most things can fluster this Crown.
But if you really want to set her face aflame, get up close but not at her face- more towards her side or from behind. Sweet, honeyed words and a pretty smile can have her averting her eyes really easily. However, if you really want to melt the poor woman, make the moment tender and intense. Look into those eyes of hers like she's the only one in the room, give her a brilliant smile, and give her a simple greeting. Let the tone of your words rather than what you say carry you.
That's how you seduce yourself a Crown. ;)
NSFW Alphabet: Talon Vespero
NSFW Alphabet: Carcel Devereaux
NSFW Alphabet: Ines Santiago
NSFW Alphabet: Jayce Wiseman
NSFW Alphabet: Niamh Venegard
