#moira oc

[motherstone]

Commission of their OC Moira for @cyberlights! Thank you for commissioning me! ^_^

[starwarsgirl198]

PotC mer shark AU

^ Whitecap Bay mer sharks are the broadnose sevengill shark. Syrena and her sisters are this type of shark. (AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is another revision of the mermaids of PotC).

^Rumrunner's Isle mer sharks are sand tiger sharks. Imogen and Moira, and the former's sisters are this type of shark.

^ Port Royal mer sharks are whitetip reef sharks. Andrea and her sisters are this type of shark.

^ Pantano River mer sharks are bluntnose sixgill sharks. Amelia and her sisters are this type of shark.

^ Devil's Triangle mer sharks are leopard sharks. Raquel, her sisters and her daughter, Esperanza are this type of shark.

^ Tortuga mer sharks are tiger sharks. Sonya and her sisters are this type of shark.

^ Blood Island mer sharks are grey reef sharks, Margaret Smyth, her sisters and Carina Smyth, her daughter, are this type of shark.

^ Isle Cruces mer sharks are bull sharks. Cassandra is the only mer shark of this species as she was given the task to protect her brother's heart.

^ Singapore mer sharks are blacktip sharks. Dominique is this type of shark.

^ Isla de Muerte mer sharks are blacktip reef sharks. Selena and her sisters are this type of shark though she and her sisters move to Spain after it sinks back into the sea.

^ Shipwreck Cove mer sharks are shortfin Mako sharks. Veronica and her sister are this type of shark.

The mer sharks look like @BoissB_ mer sharks drawing:

Which is what inspired me to do this AU.

And these are the shared physical traits of the mer sharks

All mer sharks have the same ability as the bull shark, they are able to go into fresh water.

[artisticallyprocrastinating]

Man this whole fuckin’ Institute is weird huh???

[marmottine]

The artist Jerome Morel redraw his own version of my witcheress OC Moira, I so love it! <3

Link to the tweet: https://twitter.com/Dje_Art/status/1270739803512999938?s=20

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[saurilashen]

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@marmottine

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[arkhaniel]

A little something for my friend @marmottine with her OC Moira.

It takes place between her own fic “Have You Seen This Cat” and “Mine and Only Mine” 

Merry Christmas my dear! / Joyeux Noël et merci pour toutes nos belles discussions <3

Nazair, year 1278, on the terrace of the Blue Mare Inn

Local silver merchants' shouts could be heard along the crowded street where various artisans were selling their refined vases, silverwares, goblets, plates and other beautiful wares shinning under a warm summer light.

Painters and poets were also gathered on the patio where Sinead was absently drinking her raspberry juice, looking with interest at the beautiful nazairi tissue decorating the handrail on which her right arm laid.  

Yes, Nazair was an inviting place, just how her friend had described it to her. It would be a shame not to stay for a while. Sinead put her glass back on the little round table where she sat, and ran a lazy hand in her short brown hair, readjusting her earrings on the way.

“Always day-dreaming isn't it? Things haven't changed much apparently.”

Her thoughts were cut off by a playful tone coming from her left. Rising her head, she locked eyes with yellow ones staring at her, a large smile playing on the newcomer lips.

“Moira!” said the woman, raising from her seat and taking her friend in a tight hug. “Finally you are here! I nearly fell asleep waiting for you!”

Moira looked at the content of Sinead's goblet.

“Are you drinking juice? That's why you were falling asleep, I will buy us something to wake you up.”

Grinning at her, Sinead went back to her seat, gazing at the witcher girl walking inside the Inn to order some drinks.

She have changed, she thought, looking at her friend's long yellow dress framing her muscular form, and at the brown hair falling on her back, barely hiding the scar on her neck. Since when she wears her hair without tying them? And a dress? She could barely believe it.

Moira came back with two pints of beer, and, cheering loudly, the two companions began a friendly conversation after having taken several gulps of their Redanian Lager.

“I am glad you finally decided to visit me, Sen, what took you so long? Sure it can't be that old rascal you used to work for as a bodyguard in Kovir?”

“No,” answered Sinead with a sigh, “I told you last time we met in Toussaint that I was done working for him. I have my share with imbeciles. I was earlier hired by a non-human family, dwarves to be precise. They succeeded in having the monopoly on dimeritium ore on Upper Aedirn after they began the mining of orichalcum in caves nearby. They got a lots of enemies in the process and need a constant protection. I found a temporary solution while I visit you here, they will manage without me for some times.” She finished with a smirk.

“You told me you had a week no? It's plenty of time to catch up with the last three years. I was beginning to suspect that you didn't wanted to meet my companion.” She cast a knowing look to Sinead whose blood drained from her face.

“No... not at all. You told me so much about him in your letters, I can't wait to meet him.” The woman gathered her sudden sweaty hands and raised her back, looking down at the street. “Surely he must be very special that man who managed to make you dress in a more feminine way.” She glanced at the witcher medallion with a cat figure around Moira's neck. “Still with the kind of profession you have, your choice is to say the least very surprising... and dangerous. I hope you know what you are doing.”

The witcher beamed at her friend, relaxing in her chair. “Trust me Sen, I will never be with someone like him if I wasn't sure of my decision. I am sure you will change your mind before the end of the week! Did I told you we just rent a new house in the city? Nothing too fancy but we needed a place that could both suits his needs as a surgeon and our own desire to have enough space where we won't get disturbed. Actually we plan to move back to Dillingen soon, perhaps in a month or two.”

Listening to her friend's excited explanation, Sinead couldn't help being worried about meeting him. Moira trusted her enough to reveal the true nature of the man called Regis. A higher vampire... a blood drinker. Sinead never met one before, and her friend did praised his many merits but still... With all the men on this world why she had to choose a vampire?

Later that afternoon, Moira led Sinead to a colourful house, lying in front of a courtyard filled with various plants. Before the witcher had time to grasp the handle, a man opened the door suddenly, smiling at them both with open arms.

“Miss Mater-Duvalier, a pleasure to finally meet you!” said the man, bowing slightly to her, a hand to his chest. “My name is Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, but please Regis will do just fine. How do you find our dear Nazair, not too noisy?”

Looking at him up and down, Sinead opened her mouth to answer, but no sound came from her. That man was the complete opposite of what she had imagined. Instead of the cold and calculated being she thought of meeting, a cheerful middle-aged man harbouring a warm expression was standing on the doorway. He even looked like the chatty type, which surprised her even more. Nothing on him could indicate his belonging to the non-human (and frightening) category.

Moira gave a tap in her arm to put her out of her non too-subtle stare.

“Yes!” exclaimed Sinead, “I mean no, not too noisy. In fact it's a rather charming city.” She  cast her head down suddenly shy at his intense eyes. “I am looking forward to visit more of it with Moira as my guide.”

“Excellent!” answered Regis, leading them inside the house. “I hope you are already hungry for I intend to prepare some tasty nazairi speciality for tonight dinner. While you wait I am sure Moira will show you the guest-room.”

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The food was as promising as Regis told them, even so with some spicy red wine coming from the coast that Regis pronounced with a perfect nazairi accent, Zweigelt.

“Soooo,” voiced Moira while they were wandering around the borders of the city, watching the sunset. “What are your impression on Regis? I saw the way you were looking at him and I can already tell he enthralled you with his tale about psilocybe mushrooms and the distillation of its essence to create as he said «hallucinogenic narcotics capable to hinder the most preposterous allegations of the so called vigorous lover»” both friends laughed in unison at the perfect imitation.

“I have to admit that he put the world of herbalism at a new level of interest for me. He seems to be a rather passionate person, and he have a very special way to captivate our attention. I think I begin to see why you picked an immortal blood-sucker as your companion. I guess he is as good in bed as he is with rhetoric.”

Moira pushed Sinead playfully, seeing by the giant grin on her friend's face that she was trying to mess with her. By chance no one was around them to hear their suspicious conversation.

“A lot happened since the first time I saw him in Brugge during that winter in his little cottage. I met with many, travelled in unknown places, saw things from new perspectives. We parted way and found ourselves on each others path again. There were doubts, sadness, happiness and love.” Gazing at her friend, she stopped, smiling. “But at the end I felt like I belong somewhere again, just by his sides.”

Sinead put her arm around the witcher's shoulders. Yes. I can see it now. That smile on his face that's echoing on your own. The cat has found its way home.

“By the way,” said Sinead while they sat on a bench along the path. “Who was that handsome black-haired guy who walked inside the house during our dinner and turned back as soon as he saw me in the room? Did I frightened him that much?”

Moira laughed. “Don't mind him, he is not very fond of newcomers. His name is Dettlaff. He is a very good friend of Regis, leaving nearby close to the city.” A grin appeared on her face. “Mm actually, maybe we could meet him someday, if you are willing to stay a bit longer and not afraid of wild being?” She empathized the last words with an exaggerated tone.

Sinead raised her brows, sharp blue eyes came to her mind. “Why not? Dettlaff you say? With all the men I have met those last years, I am ready for anything!”

[marmottine]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Original female Witcher Character, Original Character Additional Tags: witcher work, Witcher Contracts, Female Witcher, Adventure, Reward, Violence Summary:

A series of short instants on the witcheress Moira’s adventurous life on the Path. Between contracts and meetings among other things, a witcher life is rarely boring.

Thanks to @arkhaniel for the review! :3