Keeping up that ex-merc physique takes a lot of work and sweat, and though she usually hates an audience while working out, Raelynn does make the occasional exception.
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Keeping up that ex-merc physique takes a lot of work and sweat, and though she usually hates an audience while working out, Raelynn does make the occasional exception.

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Showing up three weeks late with an angel food cake somehow entirely fits Raelynn, so hereâs to a happy birthday Argen! Better late than never, especially if itâs an excuse to wear a pretty dress again and eat more (un)birthday cake.
Sorry for taking so long, @vesuvianalia but my âlittle doodleâ is finally finished!
WIP of an outfit for the Six Outfit meme đ lace be a bitch to detail
âIâm better when Iâm with you.â for ocs of your choice đđ
Oh hey itâs time for some cheesiness with Caspian and Raelynn âĽâĽâĽ I love these two so much and how much they love and build each other up
The sand beneath them was still barely warm from the summerâs sun, shifting with Raelynn as she turned onto her side within Caspianâs arm. He adjusted with her, pulling her in while Raelynn wrapped herself around him so they could be as close as possible with their clothes still on.
Even though sheâs not the marriage type, I just had to draw Raelynn in the style of the Spring Wedding charms. Only a week late for once đ Literally all of the Spring Wedding apprentices/mcs are so good and adorable I just had to join in, even if I was late to the party lol Quick note: crown + dress are very loosely based on traditional Norwegian clothing/bridal clothing. Bunad police please donât come for me đ

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I finally finished @vesuvianalia âs character ref sheet cause my arm was willingly twisted into doing it. Iâm still thinking about redoing it for pre-plage scary Raelynn, just cause they are almost different people at times đ
One day Iâll write up her fucked up backstory, but that is not today. Youâll find out about the scars, tattoos, Huldeby, and that weird silver piercing she has when I finally do
2. âStay here tonight.â with Raelynn mayhaps? đđ
:3> slight angst but also hurt/comfort time. Putting under a cut cause as per usual, turned out longer than anticipated.
The rain was a welcome cold against her fevered skin, rolling down her face to help hide the true cause of her smudged eye makeup. Adjusting her hood, Raela hesitated outside Asraâs door. It was far too late to expect any sane person to remain awake - that was the whole point in going at this time.Â
Resolving herself to leaving him a rain-soaked note if he didnât answer, Raela moved to knock. The door was already open and Asra was staring out at her standing in the rain with that concerned look she both hated and loved.
âRaelynn?â His brow furrowed, glancing quickly at her bag and back at her face. âItâs two in the morning, is something wrong? Come inside.â
There was a split second where she considered lying, covering up the tracks of her emotions and memories like she had been doing for the past ten years. It had kept her and her family safe until that day. But she was so tired of being Raela, and Asra deserved the truth from her. Even if it opened her up to hurt in the future.
âI wonât be long.â She stepped up to the doorway, looking up into his kind face as he lingered a step above. âIâm leaving Vesuvia and I... well, I wanted to tell at least you goodbye before I left.â
His shoulders tensed, âIs Lucio sending you on a mission?â
âNo, he is not.â Raela scoffed at the thought of Lucio, âI am quite done with him. Iâm leaving because I have been here far too long and Iâm starting to forget why I left the South in the first place. Itâs... this place is making me soft.â
The frown on Asraâs face went from hopeful to pitying, Raelaâs stomach twisting inside of her. âIs being soft a bad thing?â
âYes,â she whispered, âIt is when you are me. When youâd rather risk your life and soul in becoming a horrible person to save your family from those who would seek to hurt you through them.â Raela was shaking, but not from the cold. âIt is when youâre sleeping with a person who does horrible things to keep this stupid reputation, when all you want to do is be held by... by someone who cares.â
âRaelynn,â Asra moved slowly, his hand crossing the threshold to hold her face. She flinched at how warm his palm was, eyes refocusing on him. âI donât... know all the details, but youâve done enough. You can be yourself, Raelynn. You can be soft.â Carefully, he brushed a tear from her eyes, further smearing the black kohl dripping down her face. âDo you-â His throat bobbed, eyes smoldering, âDo you care for me?â
Raela stopped short, trying to slam shut doors that were better left closed. She knew he liked her, knew it but didnât want to take advantage of him and-Â âYes. I do, Asra. And thatâs why I need to leave, because if I stop and allow myself to care I donât know if Iâll ever be able to leave.â
Asraâs other hand came to cup the other side of her face, and he looked so focused. Like he was when discovering new magic or figuring out a puzzle. âThatâs more than enough for me.â
He kissed her in the rain then, and it was everything Raelynn had hoped it would be ever since the ember of a crush had flared in her chest. Asra was so warm and steady, and she was trying her best to not cling to him and get him wet, only allowing herself to wrap her fingers around his wrists.
There was a smile on his face as he pulled away, his hands falling from his face to her shoulders to hold her. âI wonât stop you from leaving, but wherever you go, Iâm going too.â
âNo, you canât leave! Too many people depend on you, I wouldnât dare take you away from the people who care about you and depend on you. What about Muriel, or the old woman down the alley? You need to stay here, Asra.â Raelynn shook her head, water droplets flying everywhere.
âAnd you donât have people depending on you here?â Asra shot back, a smirk on his face.
âNot like you do,â Raelynn sighed through her nose. âI... I do care about you, but why should my feelings be more important than someone elseâs needs?â
He pouted at that, before giving his own sigh, âIâm an adult who can make their own decisions you know. And I want to be with you.â
âStubborn ass,â her lips twisted into something that had a semblance of a smile. âDonât make a hasty decision because of me, please Asra. Iâm not worth it.â
Asra pulled her towards him, and she let him guide her past the doorway until she was snugly against him. âRaelynn, if I have ever met someone worthy, it is you. Iâm not trying to make a hasty decision, but I want to be with you. Please.â
âI...â Raelynn didnât know what to say to that, feeling like he was trying to dismantle walls she spent too long building. âWhy?â She croaked instead.
Looking up at her like she was the sun, Asra simply smiled, âStay here tonight. You can leave in the morning and maybe by then you might be able to dissuade me from coming with.â
She allowed herself to relent, only voicing a minor concern over her being soaking wet when they moved in for another kiss. And when her wet clothes - or any clothes - were no longer an issue and kisses had turned to soft sighs and praises, Raelynn realized Asra had long ago knocked down any walls she had.
And when morning came and found her held in the arms of someone who truly cared about her, it turned out Raelynn did not want to leave.
So she stayed in his arms and let the hard walls crumble to dust.
When standing, what do they do with their hands? Talk with their hands, cross their arms, put hands in pockets, prop up against the wall, etc for Raelynn? đđ
Raelynn props one of her hands on her hip, but more towards the back for balance/support when her lower back hurts which is all the time. The other hand often has something in it, like a coin, to fiddle around with whether sheâs just standing or talking. Likes to cross her arms occasionally, but only when she wants to draw someoneâs attention to the tatas and her muscular arms đ