He comes from a long line of magicians, although he doesn’t have any family left. A few generations ago, his direct ancestry split from the magicians, so he doesn’t even know where to find them if there are any left.
He’s not very good at doing many tricks although he can pull off a few. He is the type of person to only do what he is confident in and struggles to grow. He ends up following Bae for the length of the story. He looks up to her and is jealous of her strength and ability to take action.
In the beginning, when he meets Bae, he acts as a sort of guide for her. He fakes confidence for her and tries to take her through the country. She realizes he isn’t very brave, but grows to appreciate him anyway and encourages his efforts.
I drew him wearing his performance clothes. He normally wears stuff that doesn’t stand out, but after travelling with Bae for a while, he dons these quite normally so he can be noticed. Bae and Trick sort of ground each other throughout the story. The two consider what is best for the other. She begins to see him as a little brother or younger companion that needs support and guidance.
Here are my other OC’s from this idea I like to daydream about:
okay but i know a lot of people are on the knight jeremy train, but hear me out for a second
one of the youngest kings out of the current kings to rule. he may not know a whole lot, but he tries his best to learn all he can so he can run a successful kingdom. who always puts his people first and is one of the kindest rulers. who creates beautiful buildings and structures either for people to live in or to decorate the kingdom. who is fair and kind and courageous. a man who is a nightmare on the battlefield and can destroy armies with little effort. a man who charges into battle with hell’s fire in his veins. who, after every battle, weeps for the lost lives and goes to the homes of the knights who gave their lives to say his condolences to the families, should their families be alive. a king who gives it his all to protect everyone, even if they have committed crimes.
literally just give me king jeremy who tries his best and is always optimistic and trying to make his kingdom a welcome place for all to come to.
I never understand people saying it’s such a drag making conversation with kids. I know that it’s hard talking with people you don’t share many interests with, but after five minutes with Karen’s New Juice Diet or Ben’s Belief That All Women Need To Be Rescued, an eight year old telling you which Harry Potter book he likes the best is honestly a godsend.
A/N: This is just deranged Jimin, and yes, they’re
married- Don’t ask me whut this is tho, srry [If any fandom could handle it I thought it would be the armys]
**WARNING: SMUT AHEAD AS WELL AS SLIGHT GORE**
Word Count: 671
He had dreamt of it,
of the gleaming blade caressing your skin, of the dark blood staining the
Your venerable figure lay before him, your soft skin illuminated by the dim
lights filtering into the small room through the curtains. Shadows crept
through the night, consuming his conscious as his gaze fell upon your neck. His
fingers itched to constrict around your elegant neck, his mind yearning to see the
life leave your bleary gaze.
Stirring gently, your tired gaze fell upon Jimin, his
gaze transfixed upon your lips. You smiled gently, snuggling close, tracing the
defined ridges of his chest with your finger lazily.
He let out a soft murmur, pressing his lips to your
“Neither can I-”
Your soft gaze met his own as you caught your plush
lip between your teeth. His gaze turned lustful as you drew near, the silk sheets
shifting gently with each movement.
His lips captured your own slowly, his mind growing hazy as your lithe fingers
threaded through his soft locks.
His lips grew feverish as he crawled over you, his hands moving to your soft
mounds, the coarse material of your thin shirt brushing your hardening buds.
“Tell me what you want,” he murmured in a hushed tone,
letting his lips ghost over your own tantalizingly.
Mumbling a response, your impatient hands tugged on
his boxers irksomely. Annoyed, he swatted your hands away, his thick fingers
wrapping around the column of your throat dangerously. Surrendering, your gaze
fell to the deep ridges of his chest and abdomen.
Jimin sat back, drawing his hand to the elastic of his boxers. You squirmed in
anticipation, your thighs brushing his own.
He halted, his entrancing gaze falling over your figure. Your gaze grew
questioning as he seemed lost.
His mind wandered to his earlier thoughts, your pristine skin feeling empty
without the bruises of lust blooming.
Gently, your hand cupped his cheek as you sat up, the cold metal of the ring
upon your finger interrupting his thoughts.
“What is it?”
He ignored your question, pushing you back onto your
back roughly. He freed his throbbing member, stroking himself a few times.
Hypnotized, you watched the erotic sight, drawing your legs from beneath him.
His calloused fingertips brushed your soft skin as his guided your thighs
around his hips. Carelessly, he brushed your panties aside, letting a finger
glide along your slick folds.
Slowly, he guided his length to your entrance, gingerly pressing his tip to
your slick folds. Your heartbeat seemed to echo in your ears, your breaths
heavy in anticipation.
It took only a moment to adjust to the familiar sensation. A sigh of content
left him as your slick walls engulfed his pulsating member.
It was too much.
His hips drew back slowly, his blunt nails digging into your hips.
Small gasps escaped you as his hips bucked forward, his lips parting in awe.
The bed creaked gently as loud gasps echoed through the small room.
He was too rough, the sensation rugged and uncomfortable.
“It hurts-” you managed, tears gathering at the
corners of your eyes.
“Good,” he grunted, his hips smacking your own once
Wincing, your nails dug into his warm skin angrily. He
murmured to himself quietly, watching as his shaft disappeared into your core
His thighs tensed as he came, his warm seed filling your cavern.
Your tensed frame relaxed as he leant down, pushing
your shirt up, revealing your chest. His plush lips enclosed around your erect
nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud teasingly. A whine escaped you as
his hand fondled your other breast, tweaking your nipple with his calloused
He drew back, his gaze meeting your own. His gaze
seemed to harden as his thoughts from earlier recurred.
He left you, abandoning you on the bed. Your gaze
followed his frame as he made his way to the kitchen in silence, his gaze
falling upon the rack of knives beside the stove.
I'm the anon who spent the past weekend reading cf and how the mighty fall in love and 1) a)I finished my assignment, intended to print it at work but never sent it to myself so I had to re-do it at work b)was called in class to read the first paragraph and it didn't suck ! *small victory dance*. (I then proceeded to spend the rest of the week rereading my favourite parts of each of the stories); and (next ask)
Awwww that’s too bad you forgot to print it but I’m glad it didn’t suck hahaha <3 <3 <3 <3 I hope you get a good grade!!!
Thank you so much!!!! And ahhh you’re right they both did have the identity thing!! And in both Victor was completely smitten before even knowing who Yuuri was. I feel like a lot of parallels can be drawn between all of my fics hahaha ;p Thanks for reading!!! <3 <3