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Hey,,,,,what if,,,,,,Smorch???

Aoife (left) is @goblin-deity ‘s and Cinder (right) is mine!

#cinder is too gay and touch starved they would not last a second if confessed to #boo art #cinder graves

WIP of Cinder bc I have no art of them

They/them for my bab pls

#pillars of eternity #poe #death godlike #watcher pillars of eternity #cinder graves

Some doodles!

My main Inquisitor, Watcher, and my Queen of Ferelden!

#calliope lavellan #cinder graves #cassiopeia cousland #boo art

In the Soft Light of Dawn

Guess who wrote after....months of probably not writing anything substantial? THIS GUY.

This is of @goblin-deity ‘s Watcher, Aoife, and my own Watcher, Cinder! Yes they smoochin’ bc this is pride month y’all, I had to close it out with some Soft TM.

It had been months since Cinder had first laid eyes on Aoife from across the campfire, months since they fled that attack on the adventuring party, and months since they woke up together with odd dreams and visions. Still, the soft and gentle waves in their chest had persisted. All those months as they glanced at him, heard his voice, or even sensed him beside them; the warmth sat pleasantly in Cinders chest. Now, in the early morning light they watched Aoife stalk about the kitchen of Caed Nua, mumbling to himself. Every little movement was endearing, especially the way he would tap his fingers along the counter, deep in thought. The rhythm comforted Cinders nerves down to a dull roar as they stood in the still darkened doorway to the kitchen, truly attempting to decide if they wanted to do this. Confess.

There wasn’t much reason to fear saying such things. Aoife would be flattered either way it could go and would let Cinder down easy. They could still remain close friends. It wasn’t that. What scared the hulking death godlike was admitting that when Aoife touched them their skin would alight in the most beautiful way. His voice eased them into sleep and his charm captivated them to no end. No, what scared Cinder so badly was saying out loud that they were in love. Deeply so. The very notion had frozen their boots to the tile. Every second they stood still was a step back. If they didn’t say something now what could happen down the road? What if there wasn’t a chance tomorrow or the next day?

Thankfully, whether Cinder liked it or not, a loud crash threw them out of their panic and back into the present. Before them was an absolute mess all across the floor, across the furniture and countertops, and —most hilariously— all over Aoife himself. The man had dropped a heavy ceramic container of flour, which had exploded with the force of one of Aloth’s fireball incantations. For one horrifying heartbeat there was silence and then Cinder couldn’t help but burst into laughter, whether from nervousness or the hilarity they did not know. While they attempted to force the chuckle back they crossed the threshold and bent down to pick up the several pieces of shattered ceramic. Aoife sputtered and gasped quietly, wiping the flour away from his eyes and his facial growths.

“My knight in shining armor”, the other godlike grumbled, shaking off the white powder from his hands.

All Cinder could do was smile softly as they glanced up at Aoife, the warmth from earlier still not subsiding; even as their crush was covered head to toe in flour. In fact, it served to further it.

“I have come to free you from the foul flour creature. Did you see which way it went, my dear?”

“I think it died of embarrassment, you can rest easy”

Cinder let another chuckle escape as they rose from gathering the bits of colored ceramic and gently pushed past Aoife to set them on the counter.

“Hopefully, my prince won’t suffer the same fate”

“Your prince? Well, I can’t say that he’ll survive out the day. Too early to tell”

At the accentuating of the phrase Aoife repeated Cinder briefly froze again. They glanced sideways at their friend, still bathed in the golden light of morning and was suddenly struck speechless. Even in all this mess he was gorgeous; the most handsome man they had laid their eyes on. Without thinking, Cinder moved closer to Aoife and reached up slowly to touch his face. Ever so tenderly they brushed the flour away from Aoife’s cheeks, ending up cradling his face in their large hands. Heat blossomed in Cinders cheeks at the realization of how close they were and as they remembered what they had been about to do.

They waited for the step back. The kind rejection. But after a moment, then two, then three, Aoife didn’t move away. Instead he studied Cinder’s face with a sweetness and tenderness that melted their core. It was nearly palpable, the light in his eyes and his smile.

“I’m starting to suspect there was a reason why you came to my rescue so quickly”, Aoife murmured, leaning into one of Cinders palms. The sensation was enough to make them want to sink to the floor, but they held it together.

This was it. Now or never.

Before they could silence themself, Cinder spoke in a near whisper, “I-I couldn’t sleep and I hope you don’t take this as overtiredness but I can’t stop thinking about you. In fact most nights I spend thinking of you to help me sleep. It’s been that way for weeks, a couple months probably. I can no longer ignore how I feel about you”

As Cinder uttered their confession they watched Aoife’s eyes widen and his smile brightened to that of a thousand burning suns. Here, in the kitchen of Caed Nua, Cinder was witness to an acceptance of their words. Their love.

Suddenly they were very aware of Aoife’s hands sliding up their chest to rest upon their shoulders. It sent pleasant shudders down their spine and all the way to the tip of their tail.

“Don’t worry, Cinder, I know how that feeling”

“R-really?”

“Yes, really. I wouldn’t lie to my knight, now would I?”

Cinders heart soared at the words and they couldn’t help but slowly reach to intertwine their tail with Aoife’s. The reciprocation was enough to send them into bliss but that touch sent them to heaven, if there was one.

Still cradling Aoife’s face in their hands they bent down toward him, stopping just short of reaching the other godlike’s lips. It had been a move out of excitement, their heart pounding so hard that they swore it’d jump from their chest. To their absolute joy, Aoife closed the distance between them.

He tasted of flour. But he also tasted of relief, of comfort, and of love. This was right, this was good.

There was nowhere else Cinder would rather be than that kitchen in the early morning, finally having gathered the courage to admit that they were in love.

#aoife fawcett #cinder graves #pillars of eternity #poe #mal writes #IDK WHAT THEIR SHIP NAME IS YET BUT HERE Y’ALL GO #sorry it’s on mobile i know i’m a hot mess

Any time someone makes an off hand or mean spirited joke about the Hollowborn, orphans in general, or neglected children, Cinder goes absolutely apeshit. People have sworn up and down they could see Cinders eyes through the cartilage growths over their face —and it was terrifying. Their eyes are blackened pits with burning fire for irises, there is a power in the former fisherman’s voice that says you should back down before the flames of hell take you.

#cinder graves #just a little thing i thought of now

Detailed OC questions: 5, 6, and 7

5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults?

Cinder doesn’t have any siblings but they grew up with another godlike named Nokomis. Both of them were so happy to find another godlike to bond with all the way in the White That Wends. After the death of Cinders adopted father and a failed piracy career, they sort of dropped off their relationship until they met again in Gilded Vale. Now they’re even closer than before.

6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate?

Cinder was an absolute terror in school and eventually had to be homeschooled by their adopted father. They enjoyed some parts of school but actually enjoyed the time they spent with their papa. Their education stopped at about freshman level of highschool, so 9th grade. After that they joined their dad on his fisherman job until his untimely death. Cinder v much enjoyed history and arts & crafts, hated any math they were taught and penmanship.

7. Did they have lots of friends as a child? Did they keep any of their childhood friends into adulthood?

The only friend they kept was Noko! Everyone steered clear of Cinder because of the whole death godlike thing but ofc Noko wasn’t scared at all.

#cinder graves #booker answers

Heck Cinder and Aoife both have tails. HECKING twining their tails together when they are sitting/standing near each other, kinda like they’re holding hands, BUT they just got their tails hooked together. ALSO Aoife painting gold on Cinder’s face like “I know what I’m doing, you’re going to look fantastic Cind.”

FUCK YOU’RE SO RIGHT. I love this so much, it’s such good shit. Cinder trusts him implicitly and will believe that they’re the prettiest, most handsome in all the lands with that gold. They’ll def just fall asleep on his shoulder with their tail twined around his like a big ol’ Gay.

#THIS IS SUCH A BIG MOOD AND SHIP #SHRIEKS #cinder graves #aoife fawcett #booker answers

OTP Meme

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Bold what always applies | Italicize what applies sometime

Calliope Lavellan & Isidoro Rosetti ( @trans-aloth ‘s boyo)

|| x: you are worthy

Honi Adaar & The Iron Bull || x: no rest for the wicked

Cressida Holmes & Laurie Quartermain & John Hancock (Laurie not pictured but is @trans-aloth ‘s bab!)|| x: mystery hour special

Cinder Graves & Aloth Corsifer || x: all your love is sunlight|| no art for this one yet

#cressida holmes #honi adaar #calliope lavellan #cinder graves #x: you are worthy #x: no rest for the wicked #x: mystery hour special #x: all your love is sunlight #laurie quartermain #isidoro rosetti