Reblog If It's OK For Other Artists To Draw Your OCs

Reblog if it's OK for other artists to draw your OCs

Sometimes I get too timid to send asks to ask. I want to see how many people are ok with artists drawing their OCs!

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Sometimes I feel weirdly and openly liberated, as if I am just a visitor, a passerby, a traveller seeking another destination soon, who is enamored by various sights until she has to go to the next, and then there are days where the journey feels deeply lonely, and all I want is to light a fire at night, and talk to a few people, listening to their stories, and sharing mine, until the sun comes over, and my eyes still possessing a waking gleam of life.

Beauty. Poetry. Passion. Romance.

Then one day, it feels to be limitless, to be a God, a flawed God, but God nevertheless. Immortal, and undefined, surrounded by the best and the worst, yet nothing attaches to this flesh of mine for long, because immortality weaves into my soul fitted in a mortal cage. To watch people and their stories, and never be a part of one, to witness smiles and tears of one, until you meet the next character, the next tale and life flits by, you never earned a friend or foe, because all relations end with death.

And then this loneliness of either the passionate artist or the flawed god clouds me. The great Void beckons me closer, and I leap, my soul finding home in the vast clear void.

All there is left is an old parchment, a God's brush and a body of a character, I can recognize from a recent story.

Mine.

A blushing Zyglavis! 😌✨✨✨💖

"Sweetness on your lips"

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Zyglavis × reader

Warnings: none

For the fluffbruary event (@fluffbruary )

A/N: Hello hello people🤗💖💖 I love you all! I'm working on fics as I'm posting the fluffbruary ones. The first thing I'll post is a comfort request I got. That's something I can say for sure right now. I'm sick🥲 Again.🥲. Soooo, yeah, I'm holding on as best as I can. (Leon and Scorpio would call me weak and they'd be right ngl. My body's so weak, I get sick so easily.)

Prompts: tie | embarrassment | dessert (Day 6/2024)

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Music filled up the room, soft and melodic and you could see Zyglavis' shoulders relaxing visibly. "Better?" You asked, reaching out for his large hand across the table.

He nodded, taking a sip of his wine. "I suppose." His facial expression softened, his dark eyes appearing kind and his eyebrows relaxing, along with his lips, which formed a tender smile "Every minute I spend with you does wonders to my mood."

You smiled and your eyes squinted a little at that. "That makes me glad." You sighed, looking down at the wedding ring decorating his finger.

"What's the matter, my goddess?" Your husband asked, expression worried.

You shook your head, some loose strands of hair swaying lightly. "It's nothing, just... Well. It's not nothing. I was thinking you've been working a lot lately. Is everything alright?"

"Oh," His eyebrows rose slightly, acknowledging your point. "have you been feeling neglected?"

"It's not about me, I'm worried about you." You gave his hand a squeeze, your temperatures mixing and sending a sweet shiver down your spine. "I'm scared you might be stressing a lot and overworking."

Zyglavis smiled softly at your words and raised your knuckles to his lips, pressing three gentle kisses there. "You're too good for me." He chuckled softly and traced circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. "But I'm a god, I don't have the limits of a human. Thus, you don't need to fret over my health."

You placed your second hands on the table as well, enveloping Zyglavis' hands in yours, though barely covering them. "I know that, but you're my husband. In the end of the day, I will be worried. It doesn't matter that you're a god, worrying about you comes natural. Worrying means I care and that I care means I love you."

Zyglavis sighed and stared deeply within your eyes. "What am I going to do with you. You're too lovely for this world."

Your conversation, came to interrupt the waiter, who carried over your desserts and politely placed them before you on the table. "Would you like anything else?"

"No, thank you." Zyglavis answered for the two of you, slipping a tip to the waiter, who accepted graciously.

You peered over at his plate, your jaw shivering at the mere sight of the chocolate dessert. "It looks delicious."

Zyglavis gathered some chocolate onto a spoon and held it out for you. "Want some?"

"If I may." You nodded, leaning in a little, so he could bring the spoonful to your lips. Sweetness coated your tongue and your eyebrows rose, the taste causing your mind to spin pleasantly. "That... Is indeed delicious."

"I'm glad you think so." He smiled, placing his spoon on his plate. "So can I have some of yours?"

You smiled, immediately picking up your own silverware. "Of course." Once a piece of your cheesecake was neatly steady upon the slope of the spoon, your eyes met your husband's. "Here, have some." You said, carefully bringing it to his mouth.

His lips closed around the spoon, yet a drop of cream remained on the corner of his lips, as he enjoyed the sweet taste of the dessert. "Yours is of very fine quality as well." He said, nodding slowly in approval.

"Zyg." You said his name softly and he looked at you from across the table, humming to let you know he was listening. "You have some cream on your lips."

His eyes widened momentarily, their dark grey color sucking in the moonlight slipping in through the window of the restaurant. He reached for the handkerchief to clean the sweet mark off of him, but before he could attempt to, you placed your hand upon his, halting the flow of his movements.

"Stay still." You simply said, before your fingers gripped his tie and you tugged on it, bringing him closer. Your lips locked, sealing his and you felt the breath of his nose tickling your cheek. You hummed into his mouth, your tongue slipping against his, your eyes closed softly.

Your fingers unclenched around his tie and your eyes opened again, your gaze meeting with the endless abyss of dusted iron his eyes were.

"Now now," His tie slipped out of your hand and you returned to your previous straight posture on the chair. "it's gone." A sly smile spread across your lips, as you watched the blood rush to his porcelain face. You giggled gently. "Everything okay?"

Zyglavis coughed, pretending to be clearing his throat, as his gaze went about the room in awkwardness and embarrassment. He sighed shakily. "You never fail to surprise me, I must admit."

YES, YES, YES!✨✨💕

A HUNDRED TIMES YES! 😭🤧

TAUXOLOUVE! 🥺💜💙✨✨

"Every sunset and sunrise"

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Tauxolouve × reader

Warnings: none

For the fluffbruary event (@fluffbruary )

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this!!! Tauxy is being very sweet and emotional for today's episode 😚💕💕

Prompts: urgency | kneel | rural (Day 9/2024)

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It had been long, since the sun had started to set and the vibrant orange mixed with the hue of your irises, your eyes like gems, precious and rare, according to Tauxolouve's judgment.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" He asked, sparing the bleeding horizon a single spare glance, before turning to your face.

The shadows cascaded upon the correct spots on your face and the colors of the sky enhanced the ethereality of your fairness. "It is indeed." You sighed, a tranquil smile across your lips, as you rested your temple against your boyfriend's shoulder. "Thank you for showing me this."

He smiled too, but a little more sentimentally, as he wrapped an arm around your arms, his hand squeezing your shoulder gently. "I should be the one thanking you."

"Me?" You questioned, curiosity causing the sight of the sunset to fade ever so slightly from your gaze. "You brought us here."

"My little lady, I'm not only talking about the sunset." Tauxolouve took your hands in his and ushered your body to face him properly, your head tilted backwards, so you could behold the entirety of his face, which seemed so flawless to your eyes.

You stayed hushed, awaiting his next words, as you watched him inhale deeply, his eyes closing for a few moments, before opening again, diving within your own in a rendezvous of orange, pink and red.

"My little lady..." He breathed.

"Tauxy," You placed a palm against his cheek, your thumb tracing his cheekbone. "is something on your mind? Perhaps any urgencies from the Heavens?"

"On my mind?"

You nodded. "You're acting strange. As if you're considering something you're unsure of."

Tauxolouve chuckled, a bit of a nervous laugh, but still sweet and endearing, coated in nothing but love and adoration for your whole existence. "I'm not unsure, I know I want this, but... Do... You want this?"

Your eyebrows furrowed. "Want what?"

Tauxolouve sucked in a shaky breath and let go of your hands, the warm breeze of the rural field enveloping them like gloves made out of everything gods created. He took a few steps backwards, his dark eyes never parting from your own, as if they were a lifeline, that'd kill him upon loosing.

You remained in your spot, your body unwavering against the tender breeze, that came to bid the sun farewell, along with the birds that flew towards the unreachable end of the sky, as if chasing the truth humans had no chance discovering.

"My little lady, (name)..." The sound of your name made you blink in uncertainty, a ticklish feeling set alight within your stomach, your core shivering. He kneeled and you swallowed thickly, your mind whispering you the continuation. "My angel..." He addressed you once again, as he reached within the pocket of his beige pants.

Your breath hitched, when you witnessed the small square box between Tauxolouve's fingers and your legs began to tremble by shock and anticipation.

"Earlier, I thanked you not for this sunset, but for every sunset." With one knee digging into the grass, he opened the black velvet box in his hands, the small diamond on the silver base shinning with the beauty of the stars, that had yet to come out. "I thanked you for every sunset and sunrise you allowed me to admire. You brought my life inner peace and happiness, gave my life purpose and rebirthed me... I cannot thank you enough, but if there's one thing I can and want to do, is keep you by my side... Forever." Kind wrinkles formed at the corners of his eyes and when you peered into his face, his eyes resembled gems in the bottom on a fountain. His voice cracked a little, but he was able to keep it under control and spoke up once again, after swallowing thickly. "If you think this is something you want as well and that it'll make you happy... Will you marry me?"

You nodded and a single tears fell from Tauxolouve's eyes, dripping from his eyelashes and streaming beside the corner of his emotional and slightly quivering smile. "Yes!" You cried out and kneeled in front of him, before throwing your arms around his neck.

The two of you tumbled to the grass, the sun disappearing from the sky to spread the blissful news to the rest of the globe as well.

SCM - Department Of Punishment

Scorpio ♏ - Home Where The Heart Belongs

For fluffbruary event ( @fluffbruary )

A/N: This has turned a bit more bittersweet than fluffy. Still i hope you enjoy reading this! 🥺💞

Prompts: potatoes | blue | glass

7th February, 2024

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Cool breeze flowed inside the kitchen from the window. The sky turning a bright shade of orange as the Sun was gradually setting.

The finely chopped onions, and potatoes cut in half made sizzling sounds, coming in contact with the hot oil on the saucepan.

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"Thank you." Scorpio said as he paid the shopkeeper. Putting the box in his bag, he walked to the railway station.

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You were busy setting the table; as your eyes wandering to the wall clock over and over again.

The restlessness in your heart increasing with each passing minute. For 3 months you have waited patiently. But now this pain feels unbearable.

Suddenly the ringing sound of the doorbell was heard. Finally, he is here.

You opened the door as rapidly as you could and hugged him tightly. Almost making him stumble.

Scorpio chuckled and picked you in his arms; tenderly kissing you.

"I missed you." you said, the overwhelming feeling of separation coating your voice. Scorpio held you against his chest,"I missed you too, love." He was better at hiding his emotions. You two stayed in each other's embrace for a few minutes, before slowly letting go.

"Something smells delicious." he commented as he walked in the living room. "It's a surprise, sir." you said jokingly. "Alright then." he replied cheerfully.

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Scorpio walked into the dining room. His hair was still slightly wet. Few drops of water dripped down from them and soaked into his white shirt, whose two buttons from the top were kept open.

He sat down on a chair. You sat next to him.

Taking a spoonful of Biriany, he brought the spoon to his lips. Closing his eyes he softly chewed. The corner of his lips curled up,"I haven't had a home cooked meal in months", pausing to take another spoonful of Biriany in his mouth. " Thank you for cooking, love." You had known about his love for Biriany for a long time.

"I hope this is to your liking as well." saying that you filled a glass with Pomegranate juice from the pitcher.

His eyes lit up seeing the reddish liquid in the glass. Pomegranate was one of his favorite fruits, after all. And to get fresh Pomegranate juice, after three whole months of almost fasting and surviving off junk food, he indeed considered himself to be fortunate.

"I can't thank you enough." he said as he chugged down the glass of juice.

Once you two had finished eating, he helped you with washing the dishes. Deciding to continue your conversation in a much relaxed space, you lead him to your bedroom.

He wrapped his arm around you as you leaned your head against his shoulder. "How are you? How is work going on?" he asked.

"I am fine...," you sighed, "as fine as i can be without you. As for work, some students are dropping out."

"How long will you stay here?" you asked. The concern about his well-being too evident in your voice.

He remained silent for a few seconds,"Probably a week." Neither of you knew how to continue the conversation from there. He couldn't promise you anything. He knew that deep in his heart. And the one thing that you prayed for; every passing moment of the day, was his safety. That was all you wanted.

As a war correspondent, he never knew when or if he will ever see you again. Or the letter he sends to you, at the end of each month, is going to be the last one you ever receive from him. These thoughts clouded his mind, until he noticed his bag kept on the study table.

He opened the bag and took out a gift wrapped box and handed it to you. "Open it." he said.

A gorgeous silk dress, blue in colour, awaited for you. The fabric cool against your hand as you held it. " This is expensive!" you exclaimed. Your voice filled with slight panic as you knew, without a doubt, that a dress like this would cost a fortune.

"Why? How?" were the only two words that came out of your mouth.

Scorpio placed his hands on your shoulders, "Today is our 4th anniversary. I wanted to propose to you, but considering the current circumstances, i can't promise you a future... yet."

"I love you. I can't imagine a life without you. I don't know what tomorrow holds for us but for today let us be happy. " he said, holding your hands in his, trying his best to hold back the tears that threatened to overflow.

"I love you too." you said and kissed him.

The tiredness slowly desended as your eyelids started to feel heavy. He too felt the need to rest after the tiresome journey of the day.

Lying next to you, he started stroking your hair. No matter what happens tomorrow, you two will always have each other's company, with this promise you drifted off to sleep. Soon enough he fell asleep as well.