Feb 7, 2018
Finally redrew my first RP character
tel u wat i still fuckin hate that outfit jeezus
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Finally redrew my first RP character
tel u wat i still fuckin hate that outfit jeezus
slightly drunk Rusati doodles =w=b
Trying to be supportive of your green mage boyfriend who talks to plants Calling this series: Silas is in the background, comics
seventh-universe
sevenyearsdungeon, dilapidatedragamuffin, mechanical-dragon
guys remember when this was a thing
"YOU WALKED THROUGH WALLS ALRIGHT" "IT WAS ONE TIME AND I ALREADY SAID SORRY"
Hunter and Rusati chillin', cause I miss those guys.
Also, dialogue boxes never come out as good as I want them to be. I don't think I've quite figured out the trick for them just yet... But maybe that's just my critical thinking and it's fine.
Oh the mutterings of a heart - a Wildfireshipping fic (1/?)
(in which everyone was lamenting about WFS feels and I decided to help out. Silas and Rusati belong to sevenyearsdungeon aka Aussie uvu and dilapidatedragamuffin aka Pomama respectively! I only own the wolf trio (Nil, Lykai and Vive)
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i.
It’s something like rain beating down on the stone cold pavement and the click of her boots – rough and there’s bits of chalk and there’s paint on them from too many paint jobs and things, and painting sets for school shit because at least they won’t kick her out there, back onto the streets where she has nowhere to go, only cold damp corners and guys wolf whistling at her, with only the smoke from the latest stolen pack of cigs and a middle finger in response to them as she stomps on the familiar path to what she can call ‘home’.
She walks and the café door jingles and it’s three pairs of ears that twitch and tails swish as she sits at her usual corner , a glare on her face that sorta softens when Nil comes over and tosses a towel on her head and mussles her hair even though she growls and flips him off blindly, he chuckles and dances back to behind the bar where he serves her a scotch and hollers at Vive to hurry on up and heat up the damn soup already.
“Rough day, Rus?”
“Just peachy, Nil.”
“Aren’t you just the talkative one today.”
“Shut the fuck up. Where’s Ly anyway?”
“She’s out on a job, you know how things are – you enlist under some sort of army shit and then they won’t let go of you till you’re nothing but ash and bones and some meat on your limbs.”
“Ah, the usual fucking dickwads then?”
“The very same and ah – there we are, took you long enough, Vivs”
“Shut the fuck up Nil, unlike you I cook everything that the customers order, while you just woo them in.” Vive snapped before smiling at Rusati and placed the bowl of hot soup with spices in front of her and patted her on the back .
“Hey, at least I bring in business!”
“You bring in occasional one night stands you idiot. But yet we still love you anyway.” Vive muttered, rolling her eyes before leaning in to kiss Nil on the cheek with the chime and jangle of her bracelets and hummed on about , back to the kitchen as another wave of orders came in from the new customers that had just be sat down and served by the three local orphan girls who the wolf trio had taken to a liking and decided to take them on as waitresses when it got packed and when all hands on deck were needed.
Rusati could only stare at the two wolf demons who had taken a liking to her for no reason whatsoever, even as she got drunk and got into bar fights and cursed everyone under the living sun, they’d take her in and patch her up back in their flat above their café, and she thinks they care far too much.
(They’ve become a weird family, and they sure as hell beat the cats who tried to steal her bread and chicken and fish some rainy days ago, when she’d crawl back to the old abandoned chapels and churches and hope that the stones weren’t so cold, weren’t so damp and there really should just –
She should just blow everything up and call it a day.
She just hates the cold, that’s all.)
“Hey, Nil?”
“Mm? What can I do for you, Knuckles?”
She rolls her eyes at the stupid nickname, but there’s a bit of hesitation and she lets herself relax a little instead, takes a deep breath and says one word -
“Thanks”
He smiles, all raven black hair and there’s some sort of maturity behind him, behind the banter and carefree attitude, as if he knows how it feels to be on the run from no one but yourself and everyone and everything that wants to burn you out and eat you alive.
“No problem, kid.”
ii.
He’s all greens and a complete idiot, and he keeps on prattling on something stupid and she doesn’t know why she likes him, but he has a nice singing voice, and he doesn’t mind it when all she wants to do is sleep, and he sings her a song on a hot summer day when they sit in the shade and doze off, and he hums underneath his breath, weaving flowers together into her hair.
(which, she thinks, is super tacky and stupid, but she doesn’t mind it, not when he does it.
It’s not like she’ll actually tell him that she likes it though.
No way man.)
“Hey, Rus?”
“What, I’m sleeping you jerkface.”
“Oh yeah, sure you are. “
She rolls around and punches him in the knee and he lets a quiet little
“Ow goddamnit it Rus, you hit hard.”
And she can only smile and laugh a little before opening her eyes and looking at him, flowers in her hair as he leans against the old oak tree and continues to ramble about anything and everything but she punches him again and he laughs instead, and says
“Fine fine – I was just wondering if you’d like to come home – with me I mean. Like, for a week or something.”
“Like meet the parents you mean?”
(There’s a panic that rips through her but she doesn’t let it show)
“Yeah, something like that. It’d be my aunt though.”
(No no no you’d be a disappointment you little shithead)
“Uh, sure . I guess.”
(His face brightens up and she thinks its worth it, maybe)
“Really?”
“I said yeah, so.”
He laughs and mumbles ‘Thanks, Rus’ against her lips before kissing her and she thinks it’s worth it.
(Doesn’t mean she’ll like it though.)
iii.
When she tells the wolf trio that Silas plans on letting her stay at his place back home and the fact that first impressions weren’t her forte, they promptly closed the café early, unlocked the spare bottle of scotch, and with Lykai stumbling through the door with bloody wounds getting all over the floor, collapsing onto the nearest chair and flashing a tired grin at Rusati, they passed the bottle along and basically had what would have been a sob fest and pep talk and departure rolled up into one that night.
“You’re bleeding all over the floor and you want to listen to my problems Ly?”
“Uh, yeah. This is nothing , really, Rusati. “
“You’re fucking insane.”
“Yeah, right back at you girl.”
It’s funny how things worked out – how one redhead demon got drunk and hung over and patched up and cried her eyes out on a old summer evening with the stars humming up above in a little loft above a cafe with three wolves who were a family that she never had nor needed but they were there, and maybe that was fine.
She went to sleep that night thinking of old stories with mages and plants that talked and it was a fucking trippy as all hell dream but you know what, she didn’t mind it so much.
iv.
Lykai was up early, bandages riddling her torso and arms and it was the sound of the tea kettle hissing and she thinks they’re all fucking crazy for even doing this , even letting her stay the night but she stumbles about and hits her toe and hisses a loud ‘Fuck!’ before the silver haired girl chuckles and waves good morning to her.
“Come on then, sit yourself down. I made you breakfast and your coffee has a shot of scotch in it. For your nerves”
“How the fuck are you even standing up let alone doing anything with those bandages right now?”
“What, these? They’re really not that bad. I’ve had worse, trust me. This is like kiddie boot camp.”
“Are you going to see your lover boy later?”
The silver haired girl only ducks her head and hums a bit to herself before busying herself and fiddling with the military jacket that hangs on the back of her chair.
“Yeah yeah, shut up Rusati. I bet yours is going to be waiting with a transportable garden singing love poems in your name.”
“I’d punch him in the face and kick him where it hurts if he did that.”
“Uh huh, course you will.”
She can only roll her eyes and smile instead at the wolf girl who she thinks is a older sister and it’s real weird but it somehow works.
When they get closer to the station, she’s more nervous and jittery than usual and she doesn’t know why, but Lykai takes her hands and squeezes them gently, pulls her close and hugs her, and she hates hugs, hates the stupid touchy-feely sentimental crap, but she lets her guard down for a sec and lets the wolf girl wrap her up and whisper ‘You’ll be fine’
And she thinks maybe yeah, she’ll be fine.
The two of them weave through bustling bags and screaming children and sobbing women and husbands and couples and manage to find Silas, bags in hand and a chipper smile on his face.
Lykai notices the scent of hydrangeas and dragon snaps before they even reach him and can only roll her eyes at the notion of him getting Rusati flowers but thinks that he’ll need all the luck he can get with her.
“Oh hey there Ly, didn’t expect to see you here. Ready to go, Rus?”
“Yeah yeah hold on did—did you get me flowers you little –“
“Uh yeah I mean, they were really cool looking? And they uh, match your eyes.”
“You know you could go and kiss him, Rus.” Lykai whispered, albeit loudly, snickering at the nervous elf boy.
“You what I should – what? Whose side are you even on, Ly?”
Rusati sputtered before muttering and grumbling and moved closer to kiss the stupid boy because alright yeah, flowers are fucking stupid but she doesn’t mind it when he gives her stuff.
(Even if she thinks she doesn’t deserve it )
“Well, my work here is done, I think. Rus, try not to burn the entire town down, and you, lover boy – if I hear anything then expect your head on my dinner plate, just so you know.” The wolf girl smiled, winked, and was off , military boots hitting the pavement until she was just a flash of silver in the middle of the sea of unknown faces that they were both leaving behind.
Silas turned to Rusati, extended his arm and smiled – “Well, shall we?”
Rusati hesitated, before nodding and grinning – after all, what's the harm that could be done?
Worst comes to worst she can always set things on fire.
The perils of fire hair are many.