Bruh, what are your thoughts on Smoke joining Nighthaven? My theories are biased cause I really don’t like the man. But maybe you can be objective
See, that one baffled me a little at first. It sorta feels like it's there for shocking people mostly, cause there hasn't been any build up of him being friendly with Nighthaven - aside from a two seconds shot in which he was testing some kind of gas in Nighthaven's lab (on the Osa animated cinematic).
He has no pressing motivators to switch sides that we know of (unlike Finka possibly joining Nighthaven, which it would be due to their resources that could help her with her neurodegenerative disease). So I'm going to assume it's just cause he's a reckless thrill seeker, and feels like Nighthaven would give him a better opportunity to... go wild and do bigger or more daring experiments? That's my best theory. It's not even because he lacked ties to other operators, cause according to his bio, Porter is popular among his teammates and considered valuable despite some recklessness. So yeah, that's the best I got.
What I found most intriguing was him telling Ela "Welcome to the family, love" cause... how long has he been in there to already consider Nighthaven as a family of sorts?! Didn't he just defect alongside Ela, right after the Invitational final ended? What the fuck??
You mean one of the best operators in Rainbow Six Siege who deserves more love and recognition from the fandom and players? 😍 10/10 would hug the sad spanish man
1) I love your art and I’m happy to see more of it on my dash recently
2) Do you take commissions/consider taking them?
Hello my friend, and thank you for your kind message! Unfortunately, I am currently not open for commissions - the time I have for art is currently used for studies and practices to improve my portraits.
If I open them in the near future again, it will probably be portrait only as this is my current focus, but I don’t want to make any promises.
Heck yeah I’ll write Ash/Nokk! Also I kinda wanted to do a Soulmate AU with them, with some modern thrown in. I hope this is okay uwu Thank you for the request!
Ash x Nokk (Soulmate AU)
When a person turns eighteen, a tattoo appears on any part of their body, a collection of words that could mean anything. The words were always different, but they were always the key to finding your soulmate; whatever their first words are to you are the same ones that will appear on your skin. Some people have it easy, their soulmate’s first words being a very unique sentence, while others have a harder time figuring whose “hello” meant the most. It didn’t help that the words would normally appear in your soulmate’s handwriting, which also made it difficult to determine chicken scratch, and what it said.
Then there was Nokk, a young Danish woman born into a family of royals, yet she wanted nothing to do with the high life full of riches and balls, those frilly dresses they put her in for special occasions. It wasn’t what she wanted, and anytime she tried to tell her parents that, her father would just wave her off and carry on with his duties. Her mother would try to tell her that there were reasons for all the dresses and meetings with the townspeople, but Nokk never wanted any of it.
As soon as she turned eighteen, she hid away in her bathroom, stripping herself bare just to look for her tattoo. It was weird seeing the ink appear on her ribcage, the words fading onto the left side of her body, just under her breast. She squinted to read the neat cursive, thank god for that, and scrunched her nose when she read the words. My buddy over there thinks you’re cute, and said I should try my luck. The name’s Eliza.
Nokk had brushed her fingers over each word, running the sentence through her mind a few more times before she shook her head and quickly put her tank top and sweats back on. That was the same day her parents gave her the choice to live her own life out in North America, or she could stay with them in Denmark and start her journey to becoming queen. Of course the young woman chose to carve out her path in life, and ended up where she is today: New York City, New York.
Nokk sighed as she put on her usual attire of a black t-shirt, blue jeans, and black boots. It was her first weekend off in a while and she wanted to do nothing but spend her Friday night at a local bar, sitting at a corner table, and watching drunk people attempt to dance with one another. It always made her laugh seeing flushed face men approach equally wasted women, both trying to dance to a nonexistent beat in their heads, yet it was always something she wanted to experience, just not in such a public setting.
The young woman ran a hand through short, fiery orange locks, grabbing her wallet and the keys to her bike. She walked towards the front door of her studio apartment and grabbed her leather jacket and her bike helmet, exiting her living space moments after. As she walked down the complex stairs, she thought of the tattoo on her skin. Every night she went out, she always hoped to meet her lifetime partner, yet she had no luck thus far. Twenty-six years old and still looking. Though, it wasn’t her age that bothered her, no. She was just very impatient.
The sounds of the busy city reached her ears as she found her bike parked on the side, cars and taxi cabs passing by like they did everyday, during the day. It was something she’d never get tired of. It was such a polar opposite dynamic to her town in Denmark, with many people driving limos and fancy cars to events catered to other rich folk. She wasn’t a big fan of it, which is why New York became her favorite place. The city life, full of activity, no matter the time of day.
Nokk shook her head with a chuckle and put on her helmet before turning on her bike and revving the engine a few times just because she enjoyed the roar of it. She carefully maneuvered the vehicle out of its parking space, raising her hand to thank the person behind her for stopping and waiting instead of running her over. It’s almost happened a few times, and she’s grateful that there were still decent people in the world.
There wasn’t much traffic, thankfully, allowing Nokk to arrive at her favorite bar in no time. She took off her helmet and stored it in the compartment under the seat, locking it as soon as she closed it. She stuck her hands in her pockets and made her way inside, quickly finding her usual table. Unfortunately, there was a group of people sitting at the table right beside hers, and damn were they being loud.
She took her seat and waved over the closest waiter. Her order was simple: a glass of whiskey on the rocks and an order of tater tots, lightly salted. The waiter smiled and walked off to gather more orders. Meanwhile, Nokk ate a few of the salted peanuts the waiter left for her and looked around the bar. The group to her left were still laughing aloud and yelling about god knows what, which eventually caught the Danish woman’s attention. It just so happened that a red haired woman sitting at the table was looking at her in return, for their gazes met, neither looking away until one of the men started saying something to take her attention away.
Nokk glanced back down at the table and continued eating the peanuts until her drink and food arrived. She took her time consuming everything, relishing in the slight burn of the whiskey followed by the crunch and salt of her tots. She was about to call over the waiter for another drink before someone slid into the booth in front of her. She furrowed her brow at them. “Can I help you?”
The man was one of the ones from the table over. He looked to be a little older than her with salt and pepper stubble and a decent amount of hair on top of his. He wasn’t bad looking, but his first words weren’t the ones she was looking for, which she was grateful for since she wasn’t particularly into men as much.
“What’s a pretty lady like you doing over here? And before you say anything, your words weren’t mine, so we’re good on that. See, my lady friend over there was wondering if she could buy you another glass of whatever you’re drinking? How about it?”
Nokk hesitated on answering, but when she looked back at the green eyed beauty she noticed the soft smile on the other woman’s face. How could she say no to that. “Sure, whiskey, light ice this time. Tell her I said thank you.”
The man winked at Nokk as a friendly gesture and slid out of the booth to return to his friends, who started whispering excitedly to the woman with them.
Americans. So forward.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the waiter who brought another glass to her table, setting it down gently with a smile. Now she could go back to enjoying herself with another drink and the rest of her food.
Almost half an hour passed before Nokk was approached once more, but this time by the woman she’s been eyeing all night. Nokk gave her a raised eyebrow in question and couldn’t believe her ears when the woman spoke.
“My buddy over there thinks you’re cute, and said I should try my luck. The name’s Eliza.”
For a good five seconds, Nokk had trouble downing her drink, resulting in her choking on the liquor and coughing as it stung her throat. “Fucking shit, I thought I was going to die by whiskey…”
The woman named Eliza gasped and quickly pulled up her shirt and pulled the waistband of her jeans down enough to see her words fading away. There was no way those were the words tattooed on the redhead’s skin. Nokk felt quite embarrassed after she composed herself.
“Sorry that you had my name on your skin for awhile. Nice to finally meet you…?”
“Just Nokk is fine.”
“Nokk. That’s really nice. I like it. Say, why don’t you let me accompany you for the rest of the night? That way she can get a headstart on knowing one another.” Eliza gave Nokk that dashing smile once more, gesturing to the waiter to bring them more drinks, one each.
Nokk was at a loss for words. Never once did she actually expect to find her soulmate in a local bar in NYC. She couldn’t help but laugh to herself in disbelief. “I’m sorry, but I cannot believe we met in a bar of all places, and that you had the most embarrassing words on your hip. I am so sorry about that. If it helps your handwriting is gorgeous, I mean…oh my god…” She pressed her hands to her face in an attempt to hide her quickly reddening cheeks. This was so unlike her and she was hating it already, but the sound she heard from the woman before her was so worth it.
Eliza laughed softly and shook her head. “It’s okay. Thank you, I enjoyed seeing yours as well. Not the neatest, but it’s legible. Though, when I first saw the words, I was so confused. I was also convinced I would end up with someone so much older than me since I was only a young adult at the time. Glad to know it’s not like that.” She couldn’t help but smile when Nokk looked at her again. Even though the lighting in the bar was low, she could still make out the bright blue eyes and the few freckles on her skin, something Eliza found absolutely adorable.
“So, Nokk, what’s your favorite color?”
Nokk snorted before apologizing. “That’s the first question you ask me?”
“I have to start somewhere, beautiful. Mine is yellow.”
“ That is an interesting choice. Mine is grey.”
Eliza nodded and took a sip of her drink. “That’s unique. Don’t hear that one often?”
The Danish woman leaned forward and smirked. “Do you always ask women what their favorite color is when you first meet them?”
“Not really, since I try not to get involved with anyone I’m not going to be with for the rest of my life. Waste of time.”
At least Eliza was honest, Nokk thought to herself, which was an attribute she was grateful for. They spent the last few hours of the night asking one another simple questions to try and break the ice, but after going on a few dates, the questions became more personal, and Nokk had no trouble telling Eliza about her heritage. How she decided to leave it all behind in favor of finding not only herself, but her partner.
Nokk eventually learned that Eliza was a detective for the NYPD. It was learned the hard way when Eliza took on a case and didn’t respond to any of Nokk’s messages for a whole day. To say the younger woman was upset was an understatement. Eliza had to apologize and make up for it in the best way possible: spending a whole day cuddling with her girlfriend. She didn’t mind it one bit, even as they spent their honeymoon in Europe. She still had no problems cuddling the smaller woman.
And to think it all started because Eliza joined her friends for a night out at a bar, in which she will always be grateful for.
