Introduction Post

💜Introduction Post💚

Hi my name is Demi~

I recently got into Record of Ragnarok and love Loki 🤗💜💚

I love Loki so much, he’s just so mischievous and charming, you can call me Loki’s wife as a nickname 🤭💚~

Feel free to use these Loki icons I made~ 🤗🪻💜💚

I NEED to see a Sora mood board soon, bbg! 🥺💖

(I’m totally not trying to bribe you with these. (⁠゜⁠o⁠゜⁠; )

I WILL BUT IDK WHAT IT IS MOSTLY 😭😭

Eri and Leon ^^

my little chubby girl with her boo

Hi! Not wanting to annoy you, but do you have any headcanons about Sora & Susano'o?

Whoever you are, thank you!!!

Susora Headcanons

Sora and Susano'o don't wear wedding rings as Sora doesn't like Rings (she gets scared if they get stuck)

Sora gets easily flustered when she gets compliments or a kiss on her lips or face.

Sora is a Yapper but also loves to hear Susano’o talking about Swords cause of his expressions

I will write more in here when I can think take this one Susano’o picture!!

First Impressions - Jing Yuan

Word Count: 621

POV: Second Person

Commission for: myself

Note: this is ocxcc! I wrote it in second person, yes, but this is ocxcc!

When you guys arrived on the Luofu you didn’t expect to be running around like chickens with your heads cut off saving people. Welt explained that the Luofu is generally a serene and peaceful environment, but that this time was much different. You already knew what lied ahead, having played the game and all, but decided to stay quiet about it for the time being. Everything had gone smoothly so far, even despite the small differences. You didn’t want to accidentally fuck anything up.

“The Ambrosial Arbor sure is pretty.” March 7th commented, “So that tree is what keeps everyone alive for so long?”

“It is a plague mark,” Welt explained, “planted by the Aeon of the Abundance, if my readings are right.”

“But the people of the Luofu still see it with such grandeur.” you said. “Right?”

“I wouldn’t say everyone does,” Welt said, “though, that foxian lady did.”

“Tingyun?” March 7th said, “Yeah. She’s giving me a weird vibe.”

“You’re not alone in that.” Welt responded.

You shrugged to Stelle, who shrugged back in response. Stelle looked at March 7th and Welt before sighing and heading into the Seat of Divine Foresight. Stelle had always been a quiet one among the Astral Express, being a Stellaron and all. You never knew what she was thinking, what she thought, or how she felt about the whole thing. She mostly kept to herself, silently working in peace as the rest of you went around talking to people. She never seemed like much of a sociable person, but you two had been able to get close to one another.

The Divine Seat of Foresight was really a sight. Such a beautiful indoor library/office area with guards all around. In the front area there was something akin to a game of checkers on the projection. It was almost like a human sized checkerboard. You and the rest went up the stairs leading to the rest of the place, which is where Jing Yuan stood smiling and greeting you all.

“Hello there, nice to finally meet in person.”

The projection of himself did not do that man any justice. He was very tall (and you were only 5’) reaching to about 6’6, with big bulky armor that made his chest pop. He had this smile that reminded you of a cat, the way his lips curled up into a smile. It was almost as if you could draw whiskers on his face and he wouldn’t look any different. He also had this air of authority around him, but had a sense of gentleness too. You weren’t afraid of him, and it seemed like he didn’t want to make you afraid of him.

Throughout the conversation you realized that he was actually smart, not that you doubted him, but that he was clever. He knew how to strategically get around the mara-struck people and deal with the intruders around them. It had seemed like he thought of everything up to this point, and even then he was still planning what to do for the future. He was a kind man, offering you guys a place to stay in the Luofu (which March 7th was wary of) as you stayed for the unforeseeable future.

He seemed gentle and friendly, but also a good leader too. The way he knew what to do and what steps to take next. He really did earn the title of “General” with how well thought out his plans were, even if he did keep some of them to himself. As far as you knew, the General was loyal to the Luofu and was willing to do anything to protect it. He was proud of all that he had accomplished so far in terms of the Luofu.

Maybe that was what drew you to him the most.

Here is my version of Koschei the Deathless!

Kashctevoi Otrekavich is a Pnemazokhus who once served as the fearsome and warmongering hierophant of the Prijakhozlumne tribe before being assassinated by the only living tribal princess and buried in the Martian sands of Ezramylobius. He's a highly intelligent and wise man with a power-hungry streak and the ability to easily outwit enemies. As a Machiavellian individual, he's merciless, brutal, and sadistic, having no qualms about using violence and dishonesty to get what he desires. He's quite haughty and self-assured, possessing an odd sense of humour and an irrational fear of true death. Despite his natural charisma and using deceptive tactics to persuade others, he's extremely cautious and secretive about his motivations and how to destroy his soul.

He’s a 17' 3" (525.78 cm) skeleton, bound by tattered remnants of decaying flesh and creeping veins that all stem from his pulsating heart emitting an eerie blue glow. He possesses carnivorous teeth and a serpentine tongue, and his neck is adorned with twenty purplish-black tentacles that have a metallic green sheen. Two branches of hornbeam tree sprout from Kashctevoi’s forehead, and his sunken eyes, with vertical emerald green pupils, glow with an unnatural, fiery red-orange light. He has a wispy beard of silver-streaked auburn clinging to his bony chin as though it has been awkwardly glued into place. His hunchback is pierced by ten dull, battle-worn golden swords, five rusty bronze spears, and three grotesque, writhing fleshy arms.

He wears the black cord necklace featuring ten gilded human bones, intertwined to form a nearly perfect U-shaped curve. The once-vibrant orange linen robe, now faded and stained, drags limply across the floor, its hem worn thin in places. Above it, a knee-length saffron-lacquered silk robe, its sheen dulled and cracked, hangs unevenly. The leopard-spotted blue-green kesa, its spots faded to mere whispers of their former colour, is carefully arranged to reveal his heart. Kashctevoi's cloak, made from a Siberian tiger pelt, its fur matted and worn, still boasts the tiger's head as a hood, though the ears are now torn and the blue-grey eyes dulled. The ushanka hat, crafted from a chinchilla rabbit coat with dull bronze-hued trim, is worn and faded with fluffed-up fur in places.

He wears a gilt-brass ring adorned with spikes shaped like a raven's beak on his right middle finger, granting him protection from physical attacks and rendering his bones nearly indestructible. He carries a staff covered in shimmering green scales, except for the handle, which remains bare. Iron claws encircle the staff's two openings, exposing the dark, polished wood beneath, and the handle has a hidden compartment that stores vials of rare poisons. The staff is topped with a glowing crystal orb filled with a bloody mist, in which twisted faces of agony are visible.

He's a master of druidry, white and black magic, and religious rites with extensive knowledge of death, forbidden secrets, and the dangers of unchecked ambition. He can create frightening, vivid illusions that can only be dispelled when a person drinks twelve buckets of water. He's virtually immortal, rapidly recovering from both minor and major injuries, and returning his body to its undead form. Kashctevoi is able to metamorphose into any bird of prey, any male human, a swarm of rats and horseflies, tornadoes, thunderstorms, blood rain, unmelting icicles, and harsh winds. He can fly by conjuring wings of quintessence and is also capable of instantly teleporting himself from one location to another. He possesses incredible physical strength, capable of uprooting trees with a single hand, shattering steel chains and iron shackles with ease, and delivering devastating blows that can crush stone.

FAMILY:

Many sisters

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Koschei

The Deathless

The Ruling Evil

The Unholy Fiend

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

As an Æylphitus, the different parts of his name have special meanings: Kashctevoi means “slave or bone” and Otrekavich means “son of separated speech”.

Whenever he moves, he can faintly hear an almost imperceptible bell that rings softly, which grows louder when approaching someone that might cause his impending doom.

He has a habit of crafting cryptic poetry and intricate celestial maps that contain ancient prophecies.

He’s a good friend of Leshazurnovik

He can’t be killed by conventional means as he’s already a spirit of the dead. He hid the true essence of his soul inside a crystalline needle, which is in a golden egg, which is in a male Eurasian teal, which is in a mountain hare, which is in an iron chest, which is buried under a moss-covered oak tree, which is on the island of Buyan in the ocean.

It’s believed that anyone who has the golden egg from Kashctevoi’s iron chest has him under their control, weakening his powers and making him deadly ill.

The crystalline needle can only be destroyed by breaking it against his forehead, which will permanently kill him as he turns to dust.

Kashctevoi owns a knightly horse with rotting flesh and shaggy grey-and-white fur that he can communicate with. His horse serves as his pyewacket, enabling him to cover vast distances in a remarkably short amount of time.

He likes to kidnap women he deems beautiful

He has a secret fear of fire