#raloris

[boiling-potato]

what does Rpg Ink think of Raloris?

Raloris (dislike being around him/confusion):

She doesn't hate the elf, more like, she feels uncomfortable being around him. He's constant change of mood reminded her of the mage too.. whenever she talks to him, it feels like she's walking on eggshells cause she tends to also tense up with erratic behaviors, confused whenever he becomes depressive and even more puzzled whenever he acted like nothing happened. Overall she doesn't mind seeing him but just rather keeps her distance away from him. She tends to avoid things that are unpredictable in short.

"Right... Him... He's hard to understand and very complicated, I don't know what.. to do whenever I'm around him. I just tend to steer clear and give him the space he needed to be comfortable."

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Raloris belongs to @feelin-lo !!

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Tagging! @aesopesbaby @screwzara @imma-sue-you-becky @sealedchasm @mel-ender-eye

[imma-sue-you-becky]

🎵On a starless night, in the wishful woods, a group of adventurers rest their weary souls

Amidst joyful laughter and pints of mead, they are ready to write history together 🎵

MY FIRST FULL ILLUSTRATION IN A WHILE WOOHOO

The characters, from left to right are: Allegra, Vince, RPG!Scry, Marcus, RPG!Ink, Sylvester, Raloris, Celtic, Zane, Axel and, of course, Zion in the background :D

Allegra belongs to @honeysleepy

Vince, Sylvester, Celtic, Zane, Zion and the RPG!AU belong to @aesopsbaby

Scry and her RPG! version belong to @screwzara

Ink and her RPG! version belong to @boiling-potato

Raloris belongs to @feelin-lo

Axel and his RPG! version belong to @mel-loly

And Marcus belongs to me :D

[feelin-lo]

I'm drowning without your love.

Celtic x Raloris.

I KNOW CLOUDY X SNOWY WAS SUPPOSED TO BE NEXT BUT I HAD AN IDEA

Curse you @aesopsbaby this is my retaliation for that angsty story....

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Story synopsis;

Raloris doesn't deal with stress very well. He takes it out on himself, his surroundings...

He leaves for the river.

When Celtic arrives...

Arguments... that stupid argument was playing over and over in Raloris' skull. He ran outside, into the forest. To a clearing. The seals on his body are meant to keep his madness in, not his magic... His magic formed two shadows beside him. His mother... And his father.

"Hah! Yet again proving that you're an absolute monster, Raloris!" The shadow of his father would bark. "I'm not one to agree with your father, honey, but you are a fungal infection on Elvish kind." The shadow of his mother would say with a smile.

"SHUT UP, THE PAIR OF YOU!" Raloris screamed, pulling at his hair, shaking his head, tears streaming down his face. "I can't believe I gave birth to you-" His mother spoke, she was met with a punch, but the shadow vanished and appeared beside his father. It left a dent in the tree...

"I DONT WANT TO HEAR IT!" Raloris cried.

"Gods above, why did you curse us with a son, who has lost himself to madness?" His father would cackle.

He was met with a punch, but just like his wife, his father vanished and appeared elsewhere.

Raloris ran off deeper into the forest, the shadows dissipating into the wind. Raloris came across a river, tore off his shirt and discarded it. He sank his teeth into his arm, flood gushing from the wound...

Meanwhile, Celtic was overcome with guilt. He knows better... he really does.

He got his coat on and ran out to the forest, but then again, the forests were Raloris' natural habitat. He isn't going to be found unless he wants to be found. Celtic comes across a clearing... he approached one of the trees... "Punched..?" He mumbled, tracing his fingers on the bark. "Oh Ralo..."

He went deeper and found the river... "RALO!" Celtic called, running over to the Half-Elf in the waters, said waters slowly going red with the Elf's blood. "NO!" Ralo screamed. "YOURE JUST ANOTHER SHADOW! HERE TO TRICK ME!" He pointed at Celtic, before pointing in two places... but Celtic couldn't see anyone.

"who are you shouting at?"

"SHUT UP, ALL OF YOU! I NEED TO THINK!"

"RALORIS!" Celtic barked, getting into the water and shaking Ralo. "I'm real. I'm really here... I'm here."

"Cellie...?" Raloris mumbled. Celtic nodded. "It's me.." Raloris sighed, tears rolling down his face... "You're really real ..?" Celtic nodded. "It's me, it's me..."

Celtic looked Raloris in the eye...

"I shouldn't have said what I did... I didn't mean it-"

"no! I shouldn't have said what I did!"

"Ralo-"

Raloris didn't let Celtic even think of the next few words. He slammed their lips together, rain falling upon them.

"I felt like- I was drowning- that I was going to die- without your love- that I was losing myself to- my demons-" Raloris mumbled between kisses.

"Never- You hear me? Never. I'll never let you drown-!" Celtic said seriously, kissing more and more. Like he was starved.

Finally, two two pulled away for air.

"please... don't let my demons win."

"I promise, Ralo."

Raloris; Wounds.

Ligature on the neck - Asphyxiation.

Right shoulder - Halberd.

73 Bite marks - 127 years of turmoil.

Waist - Bear attack.

[aesopsbaby]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(s): Raloris (@feelin-lo ), Celtic (My OC)

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: When Raloris experiences one of his many mood swings causing him to feel as if he's worthless, Celtic arrives. Misunderstanding ensues and words were exchanged.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Who doesn't love some misconception/miscommunication troupe!! >:]] It's been awhile since I last wrote a story so this might not be very good,,,! Also, I still haven't found a beta reader so this is not proof-read, so,,do expect to see some grammatical errors here and there!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Angst no comfort, nothing much to be put here tbh

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: Meaningless words

Wrong.

It felt wrong.

He felt wrong. Raloris couldn't take it, the scene before him didn't feel..right. He shook his head slightly, brows furrowing as he clenched his teeth, trying so hard to concentrate at what could possibly be eating away at him right now.

Right now. When the team had came out victorious in a battle. Why did it have to be now. Why is he suddenly feeling this bubbling sense of disgust and hatred towards himself?

...No. He shouldn't be happy for the victory. He didn't do anything to be happy for. Zane got injured. Vince almost lost a life. Celtic..

Oh. Raloris swallowed the bile that threatened to rise up as he realized he had only been staring at his leader. His leader that was holding his bloodied and injured arm while having a pained but satisfied expression.

Raloris' eyes trailed downwards, into his palms that were stained with blood. His or some goblins, he wasn't sure anymore. His vision doubled and he swallowed dryly, the feeling of needles being stabbed down his throat at the action. He let out a staggered breath. Damn it.. His hands tightened into fists.

I didn't do shit. Why the hell was I so happy for?

Closing his eyes, Raloris turned on his heel, walking away from the group, and made his way back to their hideout. Hearing the cheers getting further and further away as he took every step, allowing the negative thoughts of worthlessness starts to eat at his mind, consuming his thoughts and soul.

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A gentle yet firm knock reached Raloris' pointed ears, causing him to peer upwards at his door. He pursed his lips, not wanting to be teased by Sylvester nor Zane right now.

Another knock came, accompanied by a quiet and flat voice; "Raloris? Are you in there?". Raloris could've sworn he felt his entire body turn to ice with how his heart literally stopped beating and he couldn't move an inch at the sound of Celtic's voice.

Why is he here? Why now? Usually Raloris wouldn't mind being in the presence of Celtic. More often than not, he would've actually appreciated Celtic's accompany! But now? Now couldn't be any worse!

Raloris kept silent, hoping with all his heart that Celtic would just give up and leave him. He stared at the door with a bated breath, "..Apologies. But I'm coming in." And, of course, hoping that would be useless since Celtic was as stubborn as a mule.

Celtic's eyes darted from the interior of room --taking note of the lack of lighting--, and almost instantly, his eyes landed on the elf, sitting there on his bed. Raloris bit his quivering lips, averting eye contact from his leader and choosing to stare at the wooden floorboard instead, his mind running at a high speed at the suffocating silence and intense stare of Celtic.

"What h-" Celtic started but caught himself. It was as if the gears in his head were moving slowly and trying to piece together the perfect response.

He decided to close the door behind him first before making his way beside Raloris. Celtic parted his lips, taking his time to think over his words as he glanced at Raloris' trembling hands and the soft hiccups coming from him. Celtic spots the reflection of tears shining from the corner of Raloris' eyes and the stains of the salty liquid that trails down his cheeks and hangs onto his chin.

"..Are..Are you okay?"

Raloris didn't know why but he suddenly felt..angry. Frustrated. Irritated. That damn voice.

Why..why would Celtic ask that if he didn't care in the first place. Raloris hated it. He hated how Celtic always sounded monotonous, like he couldn't give two shits about his feelings or anyone's for that matter!

Raloris barked out a curt laugh, not bothering to look at the raven haired male. "You can be, oh so heartless sometimes, Celtic." Raloris darted his eyes up to meet Celtic's, hoping to see if he can spot the care and sympathy he was wishing to find. All that stared back at him was darkness, like the vast emptiness of the deep sea.

Raloris felt rage bubbling in his chest, "Your eyes can be so cruel." He seethed through gritted teeth and a slight glare. Celtic merely blinked, confusion evident on his face. "What are you talking about Raloris. Are you going through something? Should I leave you be for now?"

"There you go again! With that dead tone of yours. I truly wonder Celtic, do you really care?" Raloris stood up, glaring down at the leader who's still trying to understand the situation. "Do you even care about me? Am I even worthy to be on your team?? Why do you always speak as if you're forced to say those lines!" Raloris' voice cracks as he spoke, tears once again building up.

"If you don't care, I beg of you, don't bother spouting those nonsense. It was obvious that you don't mean it when you don't even bother putting in effort when you speak!!" Raloris choked out with great effort, he could feel his throat closing up, finding it difficult to breath.

Blurry and clouded vision stared into the same darkness that now were flooded with concern and shock.

The harsh breaths that leave the elf's parted lips filled the otherwise silent room.

"What..what are you talking about Raloris? I care. I care alot. I.." Celtic trailed off, closing his lips and swallowing, as if he was hesitant to say his next words. "..I care alot about you, Raloris. You mean..the world to me." He started again, gazing into Raloris' eyes, pleading that he can see his efforts.

"You don't SHOW that you do! You're just saying words and expect me to believe them when you look at me with those blank eyes!" Raloris yelled, the hot tears falling down his redden cheeks, frustration is evident in the way he flailed his clenched fists to show his emotions. His fist hitting his chest multiple times, before the frabic of his outfit is grasped tightly in his hold.

Celtic's heart tightened at the scene and he could've sworn he felt his heart shattered. He stood up abruptly---

"Raloris, I love you!"

Raloris' breath hitched, eyes widening as he stared at Celtic. Who, looked just as shocked as he is. Did..did he hear that right? What..did he just say?

As if he could hear his thoughts, Celtic spoke again softly, "I love you."

He continues, "And I need you like the moon needs the sun. You mean everything to me." A soft and gentle smile graces his features.

Raloris bit the inside of his cheek at his, once thought to be cold and emotionless leader, proclaiming and confessing his love right before him. He sighed, looking down before bringing his gaze to the raven haired male.

"I don't love you. I could NEVER love a heartless being like you." The words tumbled out of the mouth like running water before he could even stop them. He watched as Celtic winced slightly at the tone used but still, he maintained a poker face, aside from the slight crinkle of his brows.

Nothing but his heavy panting breaks the static of silence surrounding them. Raloris could feel the violent pounding of his heart in his ear. Was it the adrenaline? Fear? He wasn't sure, all he knew was that he can't think straight right now. He just feels so enraged and he's not even sure why anymore.

Celtic scoffed, glancing at the room before them before landing on Raloris again. His eyes always tend to do that, it always manages to find it's way back to Raloris, as if it's a compass that is destined to forever face one direction. His face was tense, lips pursed into a thin line, and his eyes..were empty.

"..Did you really have to be that honest?"

Raloris kept his mouth shut, closing his eyes and letting a sigh out. He opened them once again, choosing to look anywhere but at Celtic who was staring straight at him. After a moment of suffocating silence, Raloris picks up on the footsteps trailing off and the loud thud of the door being slammed shut. He finally picked up the courage to look up, realising that he's now standing alone in his room.

A haunting realisation daunted upon him as the entire situation replayed in his head at 2x speed. "Shit.." He muttered, hands coming up into his hair, clawing and grabbing at the strands as more curses string out of his lips. Why did he say that! Why did his emotions have to get the better of him at this moment?? Why did Celtic have to come when his emotions were..

Raloris let out a quivering breath, staring at the wooden floor, watching the droplets of tears hit the ground and form dark stains.

He needed rest.

Song on loop while writing this: Little Soldiers by The Crane Wives

[alcohol1maid]

Favourite characters aside which oc from ur friends are you most willing to marry if I had them lined up infront of you rn. These are the candidates:::

Trickster

Cyrus

Logan Star

Raloris

Meztli

Sylvester

If you like these sorts of questions will it be okay for me to give you more ocs to do so?

hmm, which one id be the most willingly to marry? h m m m m...

im debating either logan or raloris, they'd honestly be perfect husbandos. I can imagine both being caring and so sweet, I'd like to imagine them caring for you when your sick and treating you like a god, or when it's your birthday they'd treat you like royalty and the kisses and hugs-

Ah, just thinking about it makes me so excited XD

(Also I didn't choose trickster for obvious reasons but I still love her-)

Apologies for the wait! I was busy with school work and such

Also yes! I'd love more questions like these XD

Logan and raloris belong to @feelin-lo !!

[omegasamart]

Had a lovely time streaming and a whole reference sheet sketched out! Going to be finishing this up soon. Got raided by 2eeillustration and ShyGirlAzaria on Twitter, thank you so much!

[aesopsbaby]

i would like to know the RPG! OCS opinion on Raloris, do they like him, hate him?

If so, why do they hate him, why do they love him?

GET WELL SOON LOVELY

HEHEHHE THANK YOUU DEARR!! <,33

Hmm!! I'll give explanations for the different boys!

Celtic

Celtic is known as someone who's neutral about,,almost everyone.

He held one person dear to him and he lost her. So whenever he gets close to someone, he makes sure that they know he loves and cares for them.

That doesn't exclude Raloris! Once he joins the party, Celtic is SET on making sure Raloris feels safe and protected while in the team.

He respects Raloris and what he has gone through.

Celtic enjoys Raloris' company! No matter what mood Raloris is in, Celtic enjoys it all the same :)

So yes! Celtic likes him! ^^

,,,maybe even more? 👁👁 but since Celtic is sort of oblivious to his own feelings, he probably won't find out so soon.

Zane:

You can forget about Zane liking anyone.

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Just kidding! Zane may show that he despises everyone and everything (except for music) but deep down he cares so much for the ones he hold dear.

Watch him spew vulgarity and make teasing remarks about Raloris on a regular but whenever he sees him in injured after a fight or just feeling down and out of it, Zane would quietly sit next to him and bandage his wounds. He'd be silent the entire procedure and have a soft expression on his face as he concentrates on whatever he's doing.

If Raloris is to say anything snarky, Zane would bite back but he wouldn't be loud about it as he usually would. He'd just retort with a laugh.

Hmmm,,, I'd say Zane,, cares for Raloris. Like is too much for Zane!

Zion:

He cares deeply for every single one of them.

He constantly scolds them whenever they get injured for no reason, telling them that they should've gotten a certain armour, should've taken the potion. And so on and so forth--

He'd stay up whenever he sees Raloris being restless and walking around. No matter how tired Zion is, he'd make sure Raloris gets back to bed safely first.

He likes Raloris! He just doesn't show it upfront and you probably will never know since he always has a bored and irritated expression, accompanied by his monotonous voice,,

Vince:

He's,,,very scared of him,, sobssobs

He knows Raloris is his teammate but he can't help but jump/flinch whenever Raloris has an outburst.

Vince tries to calm himself whenever Raloris is near him because he never knows when Ralo will call him out on something

He knows Ralo can't control it so he doesn't hold him against anything!! He's just nervous and scared.

He likes him though!! (Especially when Raloris is quiet/timid, Vince will be closer to him as he relates to him more during those periods)

Sylvester:

Finds Raloris amusing and fun to be around.

He'd make teasing comments about Raloris not understanding certain terms (don't worry, he does it to everyone-)

Is very fascinated by how fast and drastic Raloris' emotions can change, Sylvester always has this surprised smirk on his face when he sees Raloris switch emotions

Not much can be said about Sylvester to be honest,,

But he likes Raloris!

Raloris belongs to @feelin-lo !

[aesopsbaby]

I love to think, given Raloris' background, he bites.

Like, he bites anything.

Monsters, furniture, people, himself. He just gnaws on things to calm himself down. So I like to think under his shirt and gloves is just bites, not from anything inappropriate but just from Raloris biting himself

RALO BITING HIMSELF IS SO CUTEHSVJXBS just bite marks everywhere <,33

Raloris belongs to @feelin-lo !

Imagine:

Raloris biting himself subconsciously while at the tavern that the group always hangs out at, his hand brought close to his lips as he sinks his teeth into the flesh, harsh enough to feel a dull pain but not enough to draw blood. As he is gnawing softly till a crescent shape starts to form, his eyes is fixed onto the cup sitting infront of him.

Raloris is pulled out of his trance, gently, just like the hand that is wrapped around his own. His eyes follow the movement of the hand that is leading his hand away from him, tracing it back to its source, Celtic. As Raloris meets Celtic's gaze, all he sees is darkness.

Darkness to everyone else, someone cold, intimidating and stoic. But to him? Oh. He could see the stars in those eyes, the calming ocean as it gently crashes with the sea shore, he sees home. A sense of belonging whenever he gazes into those dark eyes.

Raloris relaxes his shoulders, suddenly realising just how tense he had been. Gentle. Everything feels so soft when Celtic starts to rub comforting circles on Raloris's hand. A sigh left the dark haired leader as he traces over the faint bite mark slowly starting to form on the high elf's hand. As delicately as possible, Celtic brings Raloris's hand up to his lips, treating the male's hand as if it was antique jewelry, before pressing a soft kiss on the bite mark.

Oh. Oh.

He felt his breath hitched as a rising blush was evident on Raloris's face. The corner of Celtic's lips tug lightly upwards as he felt Raloris grip his hand tightly at the intimate action. "Just hold my hand whenever you wish, understood? I don't wish for you to litter your skin with such imprints." Celtic spoke, barely above a whisper as he continues to rub comforting figures on Raloris's hand.

Abruptly, Raloris yanks his hand away from the warmth and comforting grasp. He felt an urge to wedge his hand back into its former place, regretting his sudden movement all too quickly. "I don't need your pity. I can very well do what I wish." Raloris huffed, staring down his leader. However, he wasn't met with a grimace like he always would for his outburst but instead a soft smile and an understanding look.

Celtic turns his gaze away from Raloris. Opting to stare forward while leaving his hand between the both of them. Raloris gaze travelled down. The same urge itching in him starts to crawl its way out.

With a sigh, Raloris intwines his hand with Celtic's. Gentle. Soft. Comfort. Home. Warmth. All in one as he felt Celtic squeeze his hand gently.

"So. You wish to hold my hand?" Celtic chuckles softly, moving his cup to his lips to take a sip.

He belonged here. He made him feel wanted. Loved.

"But of course. I'm merely fulfilling your wish to have your hand held." Raloris retort.

Gentle. Everything is so soft and warm and right. It was so different from how Raloris usually felt. Raloris shifts closer to Celtic, leaning his head onto his leader's shoulder to feel even closer to him.

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SORRY THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SHORT HEADCANON BUT IDK WHY I WENT OVERBOARD--