Skrael of the North Wind

☆ selective rp and ask sideblog for Skrael from Tales of Arcadia || multiverse and multiship || mun 30+ || written by Eva || follows back from nifelheimm || please read the rules ☆ 

[skraelofthenorthwind]

"ɎØɄ ₥ł₴Ʉ₦ĐɆⱤ₴₮₳₦Đ ØɄⱤ ₲Ɽ₳₦Đ Vł₴łØ₦.”

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[dreamcrow]

thought a little too hard about skrael in a suit; predictable gay activity ensues

ft. the skrael headcanons of: @skraelofthenorthwind, @babblish, @nrth-wind, and...me! :3c

[dreamcrow]

truly... they live a life of unending hardship!!

(1 rb = 1 smooch)

[skraelofthenorthwind]

[ode-on-a-grecian-butt]

Illustrations Show Size Difference Between Prehistoric Animals and Modern Descendants

[dreamcrow]

you must be truly desperate, to come to me for help

what if... wretched ancient snowball......... thirst trap

[babblish]

Ordershipping Week 2022

Fandom: Tales of Arcadia (Cartoons)   Rating: M Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships/Characters: Bellroc, Skrael, Nari

Ghosts in Earthen Hues October 26: art/music Skrael takes Nari and Bellroc to a place he's never shared before, a place with many endings but few beginnings.

The walls of the cave flickered under Bellroc’s flames, and the light danced across every surface as though in the throws of ecstatic liturgy. Nari took Skrael’s hand as he led them deeper and deeper until they got to an opening so vast a dragon could comfortably hibernate with room to stretch out their wings their magnificent wings to their full breadth.

Skrael spun happily in a circle, arms spread wide as Nari struggled to keep up. “Bellroc, do you see them?”

Bellroc glowered ominously under their headdress, not a true expression but the light cast from the fire doing strange things to their face. They walked up to the nearest wall and gasped softly as they saw the figures that stretched up to the ceiling of the cave.

Great mammoths were painted with ochre, woolly rhinos, cave lions and hyenas, great elks and bears, each painted in earthen hues exactly as tall as they were in life, though many of their number had vanished from the plane long, long ago.

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Ordershipping Week 2022

Title: Tension Fandom: Tales of Arcadia (Cartoons)   Rating: Explicit (SMUT AHEAD!!) Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships/Characters: Skrael/Bellroc, aka Skraelroc Prompt: October 27: missing scene

Summary: Their first time being intimate since Bellroc lost their eyes at Killahead. My headcanon is that it took a while before they figured out how to work around it and well, frustrations are building up.

Six months. Half a year of this nonsense!

They miss their eyesight, and as patient as Skrael has been, using his hands for their research is not enough. The helplessness eats at them, and they had hoped their other senses would compensate somehow - is that not how it’s supposed to work? It’s been known to happen. As they stand there, however, trapped in their dark nothingness with one hand outstretched to touch the edge of their work table - an anchor in the void - they can not remember a single instance outside of tales and legends.

A waft of cold wind announces their companion and they’re furious that they couldn’t hear his approach.

“Can you not ever walk?” they bark out - hopefully in the right direction.

“So we’re in a mood today.” A sigh. “Delightful.”

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Ordershipping Week 2022

Prompt: October 26: music/art   Ship: Bellroc/Skrael aka Skraelroc

Another watercolor for you - I hope you like it. :)

This one featuring the flagship of Ordershipping:

₴₭Ɽ₳ɆⱠⱤØ₵

Have a very soft mini playlist to go with it, if you like ♡

Call off the search // Katie Melua

Dream A Little Dream Of Me // Doris Day

A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square // Tori Amos

[dreamcrow]

"You're sure this is the place?"

"It was the woman's idea," he protests. "She showed me on the little device, first. She probably thought nothing of it, if she even knew."

from dinner reservations (unrated/non-explicit; 837 words)

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Ordershipping Week 2022

Title: if you like piña coladas Fandom: Tales of Arcadia (Cartoons)  Rating: M Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships/Characters: Skrael/Douxie, aka Skrouxie Prompt: October 25: date night

Summary: Douxie gets a late night visitor

Frost climbs the edges of the rug, turning the tassels stiff and brittle in the sudden cold wind. Douxie pulls his feet up on the bed, but not fast enough; he inhales sharply as the chill grazes bare skin. Skrael enters, moving soundlessly as any apparition, a light tug at the corner of his mouth the only hint that he’s aware of the discomfort. For all Douxie knows he’d consider it a bonus.

“Must you?” He’s not truly angry, but he offers Skrael the gift of Getting To Him, and Skrael preens as if Douxie was flirting.

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Also, because of 3AM reasons, please also enjoy a moodboard for this fic:

[arcaneorderships]

day 2, classic trope!

red/blue💙❤️

[dreamcrow]

a petition to the god, handsome of face

(unrated/non-explicit; 2.3k words)

Far from home, in the full heat of a desert summer, after a long evening stuck in unfamiliar formalwear—and the greatest injustice? None of these are the actual reason Skrael is so on edge.

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Ordershipping Week 2022

Prompt: October 24: classic trope    Ship: Skrael/Douxie aka Skrouxie

𝓔𝓷𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓛💗𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼

Ah, so, yeah. Enemies should be smorching. This is watercolor and I wish my scanner was a bit better because this didn’t quite capture the nuances, but, well. At least they’re smorching.

Bonus ink only version under cut.

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Ordershipping Week 2022

Title: Wrap your roots all around my bones Fandom: Tales of Arcadia (Cartoons)    Rating: M Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships/Characters: Bellroc, Skrael, Nari, Douxie, polyorder Prompt: October 23: the more things change…

Summary: This is set ten months after Douxie and Nari took off at the end of Wizards, some three hundred days after leaving the fortress of the Arcane Order a smoking wreckage.

“Hieroglyphs then? Can we use wards from ancient Egypt?”

Douxie tosses the black marker from one hand to the other, restlessly pacing the living room of the small airbnb cabin. “Or do they predate the written word?” he adds under his breath with a bit more snark than intended. Perhaps uncalled for, but if lack of sleep - and proper snacks - were to be taken into account, completely understandable.

Nari, of course, hears him perfectly even from where she’s perched on the back of the couch at the other end of the room.

“No”, is her infuriatingly mild reply. “And yes.”

Then, as if she decided to be benevolent at great personal expense, she cants her head and peers at him, adding: “Stop reaching for ancient secrets. You’ll find none more ancient than us.” A slow, affectionate blink. “Just be yourself. It worked well enough last time, yes?”

He cringes away from her knowing gaze with a hedging noise like a rusty old gate.

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[nerdy-boytoy-deactivated2023031]

Yes, babe, they underestimate the extent of your wrath and desire to end their existence. Can I go down on you now?

[skraelofthenorthwind]

"They won't give up, no matter what you do to me. Everyone's survival is more important than one life." || Jim || naww, he lowkey wants to talk and get to know skrael x3

Skrael turns his eyes skyward, sighing before looking at the boy.

“I’m glad we’re in agreement on how utterly unimportant you are.”

He studies him, and reluctantly decides that the earnest child deserves something besides bruises for his bravery. That being manipulated into being a selfish old man’s child soldier is not his crime to pay for.

“I’ll send you home, if you have one? Do you have... parents?”

He doubts it, what kind of parents would let Merlin make a weapon out of their offspring? Still, it’s a genuine offer. He must have some safe place somewhere.

[skraelofthenorthwind]

"Well it rather seems to me like you lot have forgotten the meaning of the word balance. Shall I find a dictionary for you? It could be quite helpful~" || Hisiridoux

Cold silence, then:

“You really are your master’s apprentice, aren’t you.” It wasn’t a question. “Get out of my sight, you disrespectful whelp. Perhaps in another millennia you will have aspired to do better.”

Merlin really managed to find some real potential and utterly ruined it in record time. What other explanation for this centuries old wizard behaving like a yapping brat?

He makes a vague gesture that somehow encompasses all of the wretched boy.

“At least better than this.”