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Not gonna lie, i love Mermaids but i I prefer having a cauldron in my basement

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Art commission we made, Nightborne Elf mage from Warcraft. 

Lots of fun painting all this arcane magic!

Mackenzie Salazar

Pose by Katverse. Lot by KaiXDemoness.

My Origin.

Day 3 (Three)

Bi Pride

Characters: “Nicoren [no last name in canon | Disaster Crew] & Stephan Castellanos-Nomikos [Disaster Crew]”

  [Image Description: Two people stand near each other with part of a big cat next to one character to show that he is related (not in a family way, in a concept way) to it. The man on the left who has the big cat, specifically one based on a jaguar that has a condition that causes the production of a lot of melanin, is named Nicoren. Nicoren has dark skin, oddly green eyes, and curly black hair that seems to have some deep jade green in it. Nicoren is wearing a tank top with the text “I’m purrfect” on it in the bisexual colors, he is also wearing black shorts with bisexual leggings, and black boots to finish this look. Nicoren appears to have a strange tattoo on the inside of his lower right arm, he is also a “were-jaguar” or at least something that can be called that. 

  The man on the right is a Caucasian with messy blond hair and golden eyes who is named Stephan of the Castellanos-Nomikos family. Stephan is still sitting down and is much bigger than Nicoren.]

  [Text in Image: Stephan; 7′2″ (seven feet and two inches, or around 218 [two hundred and eighteen] and a half centimeters) monstrosity (in reference to the fact that Stephan is a ridiculously tall being; ‘(no one in fam [family] knows why he is so tall); Nicoren; lowkey 6′4″ (six feet and four inches, or around 193 [one hundred and ninety three] centimeters); You think he’s like 5′6″ (five feet and six inches, or around 167 [one hundred and sixty seven] and a half centimeters) but no (in reference to Nicoren); Both Bisexual; combination of Nicolau & Renato (a note of the names combined to make Nicoren’s name); leads people to victory (the meaning of Nicolau, to my knowledge); reborn (meaning of Renato, to my knowledge); Were Jaguar; June 3rd (third); Bi Pride]

   These two (plus their friend) are not apart of any universe I have made yet but I want to state that they are somewhat inspired by alittlesliceofcucumber‘s Spooky Lads! AU. They aren’t dating but close friends. The three of them have a business of sorts that is basically “pay us a commission and suggest what we do, and we try our best to do it (without destroying the world)” they will even do some less than legal things but they generally won’t commit murder. They are often mistaken for monster hunters as they often do things related to the supernatural but they are very much not. 

  Nicoren and Stephan get along great, with their love language being lovingly insulting each other, being salty, and sarcasm, but they have one genuine argument that they will never agree on and will go on until someone stops them. It is all about whether being turned a vampire, but your heart never stopped beating until they were full vampire, could be considered dying. 

  Here are some close ups of the two.

  [Image Description: A close up Nicoren and more specifically the text. You can see that here Nicoren has fangs. Nicoren is doing finger guns. A small example of the tattoo is seen off of Nicoren’s body. It looks like a “t” with a shape similar to the circular part of the on/off button that on electrical devices. The circular part does not touch the “t” and is at the bottom/smooth part of a “t”]

  [Text in Image: Nicoren;  combination of Nicolau & Renato (a note of the names combined to make Nicoren’s name); leads people to victory (the meaning of Nicolau, to my knowledge); reborn (meaning of Renato, to my knowledge); Were Jaguar; June 3rd (third); Bi Pride]

  Nicoren is the newest member of this odd jobs club and least educated. He is both the muscle, the looks, and the distraction. He can best be described using three (3) words that start with the letter ‘b,’ bada**, b*tch, and b*stard. He knows that he is a solid 10 on looks but cannot read (Stephan and Kolimai are teaching him) but he can identify a crazy amount of random stuff. 

  [Image Description: A close up of Stephan so you can see the text better and see that his eyes are golden with tones of red and not brown.]

  [Text in Image:  Stephan; 7′2″ (seven feet and two inches, or around 218 [two hundred and eighteen] and a half centimeters) monstrosity (in reference to the fact that Stephan is a ridiculously tall being; ‘(no one in fam [family] knows why he is so tall); Both Bisexual]

  Stephan is from a well known, famous, and powerful family of magic users (most are sorcerers but some are wizards) and is an extremely intelligent young man... so you would think he would be good at magic... but his genetics decided to be a**holes and gave a condition where he will get migraines, mild vertigo, and very severe motion sickness when he casts (or even affected by) magic. There is only one spell he can cast without this condition activating, summon balloons. He is also gained a habit where if he panics and can cast a spell, he will cast that spell. It has solved a lot of problems, but it also made a ridiculous amount of problem exponentially worse. 

  He is extremely stubborn, clever, and can hold a grudge for eternity. He may be an a**hole, but he is a loving a**hole.

  Image drawn on June 3rd or 6/3/2022.

Do you remember your first spell!?

Lately, it feels like I’m walking through a fog—one that settles in my bones the second I step into work. I’m usually bright. Thoughtful. A little intense. A little weird. The kind of girl who sees too much, feels too much. A Virgo to the core—structured but soft, always trying to make sense of everything. I dream of harmony, of people who treat each other with care. I crave a kind of calm that lets me breathe.

But at work, I feel like shit.

It’s not the job—it’s the atmosphere. I clean. It should be simple, even peaceful. But the energy is heavy. Tense. Paranoid. I feel watched, like every step is judged. Like my silence speaks louder than it should. I thought this place would understand—that I’m in school, that I have a family, that I’m doing my best. But no. When I ask for a day off, I’m treated like I’ve done something wrong. Like my life outside of work is an inconvenience to them.

And I hate who I am there.

I shrink. I doubt myself. I flinch at simple questions like “how are you?” I’m too emotional, too soft, too scared of saying the wrong thing. My voice gets caught in my throat, and I become someone I don’t even recognize—someone who watches from the sidelines, instead of standing up.

But that’s not who I want to be.

I want to be clever. I want to be bold. I want to be the girl who raises her head, lifts her sword, and walks into battle like a storm they never saw coming. I want to be brave enough not to care who hates me. I want to stop trying to make everyone comfortable. I want to stop apologizing for being alive, for taking up space, for needing time, for having a voice.

I want to stand on my own two feet and not shake. I want to look people in the eye and not flinch. I want the strength to let people’s opinions bounce off me like arrows off armor. I want to weld my sword up high—my voice, my truth, my presence—and see them coward at the sight of someone who knows who they are.

I want to be the kind of woman doubt doesn’t dare to approach.

But how do I become her?

Right now, I hide in my mind to survive. I drift. I dream. While I clean, I disappear into other worlds—places where I matter, where I fight dragons and win. Places where my softness is power, not weakness. I imagine sunlight through trees, pages turning, hands that build, voices that lift. I lose myself in stories, music, moments that keep me afloat when reality makes me feel like I’m drowning.

Because the stress here—it's thick, like smoke. It taints people. It steals kindness. And I feel it trying to steal me.

But I won’t let it.

Somewhere in me, I know she exists—the girl with the sword. The girl who doesn’t beg to be heard—she commands it. The girl who isn’t afraid to be seen, even if being seen means being misunderstood. I want to become her. I will become her.

This place may try to bury me, but I’m not soil. I am fire. I am wind. I am something they cannot contain.