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Look he smiles :D [ Prince Nuada sketch doddle ]
Saw a behind the scene pic of Luke getting his nuada makeup done. and Nuada with a low pony tail looks really good :) did not bother with the gold embrodery on his shirt could not find eny reffs for the neckline.
Art(c) Hardsara
Here’s a sneak peek of a doodle dump page I'm working on. It's mainly going to be Del Toro characters with a few Eddie and Venom doodles tossed in.
I just wanted more excuses to draw Prince Nuada with shitty bangs, tbh. I find it funny. And no, this isn't ship art. I just felt like putting Nuala there because she's silly, and I love her. Nuala x Nuada shippers be gone!
Don't talk about how shitty and off the right-hand looks, I'll fix it when I get off work.
Imagine...
Falling asleep to the sound of Nuada’s voice.
(For anon)
Nuada always knew how to soothe you. Often when the two of you were together, you felt more relaxed than normal. Perhaps it had something to do with his silky voice.
At times, you had trouble sleeping. It wasn’t a persistent issue or anything to be worried about, but once in a while it seemed impossible for you to fall asleep. It was during one of those times when Nuada awoke as you moved about, trying to find a comfortable position.
“What troubles you so that you’re flopping around like this?” He asked groggily.
“I can’t sleep. I’m trying to get comfortable to see if that helps.”
“I don’t believe it’s working.”
“Would you tell me a story, or read something to me?”
Not wanting to get up from the comfort of the bed, Nuada recalled for you a bit of troll folklore. He draped an arm around you, gently running his fingers across your skin while he spoke. He kept his tone low and quiet, and before long you drifted off to sleep.
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I happen to love the freakin elf. So I made fanart of him in some Gothic attire because it was an idea me and my gf have been tossing around for a bit.
We agreed that if there were one style he'd enjoy from humans, it would be more of a Gothic anarchist-type thing. I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. His makeup isn't super awesome, in my opinion, but I think the clothes make up for it.
If this isn't super close to the aesthetic, and that annoys some people, I do apologize, as this is my first time drawing something like this. I cross-referenced various Gothic outfits and combined aspects I thought fit him best.
Imagine...
Nuada finding your drawings of him.
Nuada was beautiful. You were struck by his appearance upon your first meeting. Although you two had been together for some time, there were still moments where his looks captivated you.
You’d sketched him a number of times; all out of his sight. Sometimes you’d snap a photo then recreate it in your book. Sometimes you’d draw him as he slept. Other times you doodled him from memory. He’d never seen it, of course. It was a collection just for you.
You found yourself getting lost in your art when you were alone. During those times, music in your ears, you were off in a different world. So when you felt a hand on your shoulder, you were snapped out of your concentration.
Nuada had managed to sneak up on you. Not purposefully, of course, but you hadn’t heard him enter the room. You tried to shut your book quickly, hoping he hadn’t seen it.
“I see I started you. Forgive me. What’s this?”
“Just some sketches I was working on.”
“May I?” He asked while gesturing to the book.
You hadn’t considered actually showing him your work. Particularly since he was the subject. Since you’d already been caught, you decided to hand over the book.
Nuada was silent as he looked through the pages. His lips quirked up into a small smile as he flipped through.
“These are very well done. You’re quite talented, y/n. But I do wonder how you managed to capture this likeness.” He turned the book toward you and it was open to a drawing of him in the nude. You tried to reach out to take it from him, but he pulled back.
“If you ever need me to pose for you, I’d be happy to. Clothed or otherwise.”
Imagine...
Being afraid to admit your feelings to Nuada.
(Fem Human Reader)
(For anon)
After Nuada’s defeat, he was being kept at B.P.R.D. while they attempted to rehabilitate him. It wasn’t an easy task by any means. If anything, his loss has only spurred his hatred more.
When the higher ups felt that it was safer for him to interact with a human, you were called in. You weren’t sent to interrogate him or anything of the sort. It was much less official than that. You would simply be a friend. They hoped that your knowledge and demeanor would make him more open to accepting that all humans weren’t, in fact, awful.
The Prince was more than a little resilient at first. He refused to call you by name (referring to you only as, ‘human,’) and often insulted humanity as a whole and in doing so, you as well. You tried to keep him off that topic and instead spoke about goblin crafts and magical lore. You’d ask him about home, trying to steer away from anything that might hit a sore note.
In time, the two of you grew close. Initially you felt apprehension when it came time for you to visit with Nuada. That changed, however, and you began to look forward to seeing him. You found yourself thinking about him sporadically throughout the day.
‘Oh no, I’m falling for him.’
He’d come a long way with how he treated you, but you were unsure if that meant he was ready to even claim a human as an actual friend. You had to tell him, at the very least, that you cared for him. He may not be ready to reciprocate your deeper feelings, but knowing that he doesn’t have a deep seeded desire to murder you would be a great start.
“Prince Nuada-”
“Please, y’n, do not address me so formally. Can I be declared a prince when I have no kingdom?”
“Oh, right. Sorry. Nuada, I wanted to ask - have you enjoyed our time together? I mean, I’ve been feeling lately that we’re creating a bond of sorts but I don’t want to overreach.”
“I have become accustomed to your visits. Truthfully, I find myself missing your presence when you leave.”
It wasn’t an admission of love, but it was a start. You weren’t ready to bare your heart to him completely just yet; however hearing him admit that he viewed you favorably gave you hope that you could soon.
Imagine...
Washing and styling Nuada’s hair for him.
(For anon)
Nuada didn’t relax often. He kept himself ever busy and preferred to be exercising both his body and mind rather than to sit in leisure.
If you joined him, he’d be more likely to allow himself to wind down for a while. Most recently, you’d wanted to wash and style his hair. He didn’t do much with it on his own; just enough to keep it looking groomed. You wanted to try something different.
It hadn’t taken much convincing. He trusted you, and although he’d never admit it aloud, the thought of you pampering him in that manner made him feel at ease. You sat with him while he bathed, using a pitcher to run the warm water over his head before massaging the shampoo into his scalp. He kept his eyes closed, reveling in the feeling.
Once he was out, he sat back while you brushed and dried his hair. You fiddled with a few ideas before settling on something simple, yet different than what he normally had. You pulled the top half back and away from his face, tying it up. The other half was left neatly down.
“What do you think? Do you like it?” You asked while he observed it in a mirror you’d handed to him.
“It’s quite functional.”
You set the mirror down, slightly exasperated. “That’s all?”
He grinned at you, reaching out to grab onto your hand. “I do like it. Maybe I’ll even let you do it again some time.”
