#Khyran Oisin

[johnwaterstrike]

(Wrote this out after getting this wonder bit of artwork which can be found here, from Tobi/Vivi Crow.  Hope you guys enjoy it.)

John Waterstrike sigh as he finishes the last of the paperwork for his mom.  “Kit, please be a dear and take these to the Clinic,” he says. The fairy flew over, taking the roll of papers from John, and giving a salute.  “Let her know that once I’m sure Warren and Hannah are clear of the ‘Creeping Death’, I’ll be able to return to work at the Clinic.”  He reaches up, scratching at the veining scarring along the left side of his neck.  He knew that the sun was probably making those scars stand out a bit more than usual, but he values them as it reminds him on how close he had come to lose himself and how much he values his life now.

 Kit nods, ‘Be back soon,’ she says, flicking off in the direction of his Mom’s clinic.

 Taking that few moments of quiet, John let his mind drift a little, and sort though some of the memories that he held.  He found some know moves in Pick’s set of memories, making note to practice them so he wouldn’t truly hurt anyone by accident.  He stays away from Gogonji’s memories…or as he like to call them “That one time I did something stupid”.  He still woke up in mid-scream as all those different memories in Chachan’s brother’s head had batter him around like a broken wing bird in a stormy sea.  Then there was that blank spot where ‘those’ memories had been.  He didn’t want to think about what would have happen if Khyran had not remove them.

 Finally, he came to Howl’s memories.  These he keeps close, for they were given freely, with no fear on what John could do. These he cradles gently to him, allowing the emotions on those memories to wash over his being.  Though there were not many happy ones, he treasures all the same.  He releases those emotion through himself…finally releasing them back into there place within his own memories.  He reaches up, brushing tears away from his eyes, before settling with paper and quill. There was someone that he had not spoken to in a while and he hopes that the Elezen was doing well.

 Sir Toviel Caligiuri,

I hope that this letter finds you and yours well.  I have not seen and spoken to you in a while and I blame myself for not trying to stay in touch more then I have been able.  Perhaps if the Twelve grants us favor, we could meet again and exchange stories of what we have been able to do and what we hope will come into our lives.

I do hope that this Starlight will be a wonderful time for you.  Please stay safe in your travels.

May Thaliak’s wisdom be a guide for you,

John Waterstrike

 John folds the letter, slipping it into an envelope, and placing it in the mailbox for the moggle to pick up.  He moves back over to the table, gathering up the items, and blinks as something plops down onto his head with a very familiar giggle.  “I see you’re back,” he says with a soft smile, his right hand reaching up to give her a lite tap on her head.  He could picture what she probably looks like on his head, her chin cup in her hand, her tiny elbow settle into his hair, one arm just slightly in front of her left arm…at least from the feel on the top of his head.  From the slight movement toward the back of his head, she was kicking her feet in satisfaction of what she had done.

 Kit grins.  ‘Howl home soon.  Almost Starlight.’

 He lowers his hand slightly after giving her a pet, “Soon.  He’ll be thrill to know that Warren is doing better.”  Kit gives a cheer.  “How about we get something to eat?”  He finish gathering up all of his paperwork and with Kit settle on his head, the pair step back into the Duskbreak…their home.

[jancisstuff]

A Family Curse

October 27 2018

Bonus:

[pervasivescariness]

can u do... g1 and g3 for Bee and Khyran ~~i want to draw these 2 more too AAA~~

Aaaahhhhh friend aaaaaahhhhhhhh I really couldn’t remember what side Khy’s eyepatch is on so sorry if I got it switched >_>;; But it’s always a joy to draw your scraggly vulture man! :3So thanks for the ask!! [ Expression Meme ]

[roses-and-grimoires]

We’re perfectly serious voidhunters! That look nothing at all like a boy band!

...Now what were we gonna call our next album again?

@khyranoisin, @glowinggunmetal, @bride-and-bride, @winterdeepelegy

[steel-and-aether]

Ö

Giving the mug of ale in hand a look Aran snorted a bit.  “Y’ know, usually y’d sey summa’ like ‘oh ‘is face seems ‘ones’’ b’ with Oisin, tha’ ein’t true.  E’ ein’t ‘avin’ much ‘ve ah dis’ones’ bone in ‘is body b’ tha’ ein’t appealin’ fer me… S’less enythin’ really physical b’ tha’ lad cares.  S’in ‘is bones, down t’ tha’ marrow - y’s tell ‘em ah song ‘n dance and until y’s provin’ o’rwise, ‘e’s meanin’ ‘et.”

It might have been hard to tell if that was admired or just appreciated.  Or both.

[songbirds-and-bows]

A moment of weakness for khy!

Your muse is having a vivid nightmare and is shouting out brokenly.

The house had become less strange over time, though Koke by no means was a fan of it.  The high ceiling still evoked a dread down to the blood and marrow in her bones so the Xaela, when not snuggled into her gher, spent most of her time outside it.  The benches were cool near the pond, and the trees provided shade and it was endearing, in a way, to watch the company as it moved to and fro and struggled and rejoiced.

Sometimes she curled and watched quietly, tail the only sign of motion, as they struggled.  The rake-thin Director who had approached her to play music for their celebration seemed to carry a weight and mantle of sadness on his shoulders and she wondered at songs, at memories, and if there was a way to solve whatever ate his limbs and frame and left him a shallow portrayal of a hyur.  He sat sometimes, wincing and moving with the agonies of someone summers past how old he looked, and other times he seemed to forget the world entirely and be haunted by visages Koke could only guess at, putting demon faces and spirit stories to the foes he bore.

It was a soft sound at first, from the long bench over-shadowed by the canopy, and from the place curled against the fire’s stones Koke started to stir, horns canting to hear better.  The words were slurred but it sounded the tones of begging, some broken off whispered request to- curiosity overcame any reticence and Koke moved softly, her tail flicking for unconscious balance as she approached.

And it was a ragged form, sweat-soaked but pale, laid out on the wood in the sleeper’s mute nod to pain.  He thrashed and that seemed to wrench the man’s side and Koke’s formerly slow approach sped up as she tried to get close enough.  To- what?  Her eyes were narrowed in a moment’s though before she knelt close-by, not close enough that Khyran’s jerking motions when he stirred in his sleep risked anything, but close enough so that when she tried to sing, the sound could carry.  

Soothing tones, soft, tried to ease the pain that Khyran was dreaming of but when he twisted again - not enough? - the Qalli took a breath and the soft psssh-pings were replaced by foreign words strung together in a soft, soft lullaby.  She tried to sing to Khyran, weaving a feeling of steady grounds and winds, something maybe so alien that the dream would stutter and falter if the music worked into his mind.  She had the patience and voice to sing for hours so she folded herself into the easy seat of one able to sit at camps or on horseback and focused, trying to drive the demons away.

[itinerant-shrike]

Alizarine Research and Reclamation (@alizarinefc) attends the Arcane Circle’s (@the-arcane-circle)  Grand Magus Tournament, supporting their competitor Leonnaux Altoix (@corvvii ).

Featuring Katrina Shrike (@itinerant-shrike), Leonnaux Altoix (@corvvii), Ozhi’a Mujuuk, Mihk’a Epocan (@writxdagger) of <INK>. Also featuring Headmistress Janelle Colbernoux (@lets–make–magic), Khyran Oisin (@khyranoisin), Defiant Bride (@bride-and-bride), Edda Vincents, Nandin Shulam (@ceol-aen),   Hremfing Garrott, Rhy'sae Galeni (@rhysae), and many more! 

Screenshots by @l-antimony-l.

Tagging @crystalxivrp, @balmungrp, @balmungroleplayers, @ffxiv-balmung-rp, @ffxiv-crystal-rp, @mooglemeet​  for visibility!  

[kieranoruadhain]

☽ KHYRAN OISIN || MUSIC MEME ☾

RULES  :  share four songs / pieces of music that represent your muse.

REPOST. DON’T REBLOG.

[Staying] by Koda.

[Far From Home] by Five Finger Death Punch.

[Pound of Flesh] by Radical Face.

[The Noose] by A Perfect Circle.

Tagged by: @ceol-aen​  

Tagging: you

[glowinggunmetal]

[Lucien by Maiyuna]

Luc might just have run into some folks from Khyran Oisin’s ( @khyranoisin ) ARK and it didn’t exactly go as planned.

...for one, Vulture (Khyran) wasn’t there, for another, Endricane ( @endricane ) recognized his accent and it got... hairy.  While X’aruela was pretty polite about it he’s still down anything useful on his person, but Defiant Bride ( @bride-and-bride ) has saved him from boredom by at least handing over some parchment and charcoal so he can sketch some defense upgrade plans.

At least ARK’s safehouse has lovely holding cells, where he’s residing (politely, I’ll add, as he doesn’t fancy getting knock-out punched again if he leaves before the mess is worked out) even if the wallpaper will eventually drive anyone to madness.

[bride-and-bride]

Defiant Bride - Character Info

Appearance

Gender: Female

Race: Au-ra (Raen)

Height: 4′7″

Eye Color: Left - Green, Right - Turquoise

Hair Color: Sky Blue

The Facts

Name Day: 16th sun of the 2nd Astral Moon (3/16)

Occupation: Goldsmith, Secretary, Immortal Flames Private, Etc.

Sexual identification: Bisexual

Romantic identification: Polyamorous

Alignment: Lawful Good (with neutral tendencies)

Criminal History: None officially, but knowingly has associated with and worked for criminals.

Relationship Status: Dating, but casually... very deliberately not committed

Sweet on: Raubahn Aldern (other crushes are strictly secret)

Favorites

Favorite food: Sweets, brie cheese, spicy foods

Favorite drink: Dark rum, red wine from a specific vineyard, rolanberry juice, tea with way too much cream and sugar

Favorite artist: Musically speaking, Marcellain Greycloak

Favorite scent: Gardenias

Favorite person(s): Khyran Oisin (Best friend and ex), Regal Bride (big sister), Others

Randoms

10 fun facts about your muse:

⚫ Defiant Bride is hard of hearing. Due to the loss of her right hand horn and some past damage to her remaining one, her ability to hear and her spatial senses are significantly lower than most. In particular, she is unable to hear sounds behind her or on her right, unless they are VERY loud, and is extremely easy to sneak up on.

⚫  Which has lead to her learning to read lips! Which is far from an exact art, but she often watches people’s mouths in order to better understand what’s being said to her. She’s very good with people she talks to often, and has been able to identify people hiding their face by recognizing their lips!

⚫  Def speaks three languages fluently. Eorzean, the old tongue of the Roegadyn, and Doman. She can read and write in the three as well, though Roegadyn has no alphabet to speak of any longer, and can translated fairly well amongst them. Learning Xaelic has proven much harder...”

⚫  She’s a blacksmith as well as a goldsmith! But not a good one... she learned blacksmithing under her papa as a child, but was unable to properly handle the roegadyn-sized forge and tools... to this day, she struggles to do anything even as complicated as a tea kettle.

⚫  Defiant’s been getting kind of good at drawing? Originally picked up just to create engravings and designs for her jewelry and works, she’s found herself enjoying doodling people in the corners of her notebook.

⚫  Defiant is a decorated soldier under the Immortal Flames. For her actions and bravery on the Ala Mhigan Front, she was awarded the Platinum Scales and given the title of “Defiant Bride, the Stalwart Spirit”. She keeps her medal hidden in her closet, and hasn’t shown anyone outside the Alliance forces.

⚫ She’s honestly motivated by money. Working a dozen jobs at once and barely sleeping is a lot of work... and if she’s honest with herself, it is entirely because of the cash. It’s motivated her to keep taking new things on, and with her back in contact with her family, she’s got way more reason to keep sending money home.

⚫ She’s writing a romance novel! Hidden within the pages of her omni-present notebook, stuffed between notes on missions and jobs and such... is a long story written in phonetic roegadyn telling the story of a mysteriously short sounding, horn-having Hellsguard woman who becomes a member of the Bloodsworn and develops a relationship with her commanding officer. The prose tends to the ridiculously purple, but is remarkably accurate when describing battles and the daily life of soldiers in Ul’dah. No one is ever allowed to read it.

⚫ She’s afraid of giant bugs. Anything bigger than her... or even half as big as her, that wiggles or scuttles or squirms? Nope! NOPE. NOPE. She might face her fear of flying if she must, or stand before a dangerous voidsent without hesitation, but she refuses to go near giant insects.

⚫ She has Spiritual and Medical training under the Bride Clan. A centuries-old Hellsguard family that’s lived in Abalathia’s Spine since the days of the 5th umbral era, the Bride clan has passed on teachings of medicine, childbirth, and fertility. She’s also learned traditional charms and beliefs, and how to assist with putting the dead to rest... and is remarkably superstitious, often talking on her clan’s beliefs and traditions.

Five Things

5 Things they like:

Freshly baked sweets and tea with friends

Spriggans

Going to plays and parties after a long day

Love novels

Being treated with respect

5 Things they dislike:

Being treated like a joke or an object to toy with

Needless cruelty or indifference

Rain

Being picked up without warning

Fighting

5 Good habits:

Good at organizing other’s spaces

Takes neat, concise notes

Hard worker

Very polite and formal

Gives people the benefit of the doubt

5 Bad Habits:

WAY TOO HARD WORKER

Her own spaces tend to be a mess

Reckless with her own health and wellness

Can be indirect or evasive when there’s a problem

Secretly still wants others to save her

5 Personalities they gravitate toward:

Cheery and outgoing types

Friendly scoundrels with a heart of gold

Polite and reserved personalities

Dads and Dad Personalities

Fellow serious workaholics 

5 Personality types they avoid (but somehow still end up dealing with constantly, I s2g):

Extremely arrogant, stubborn types

People who don’t care about anyone but themselves

Folk who can’t respect other’s boundaries

Anyone who’s too keen to show how strong they are

People who enjoy making fun of others

5 Fears/Insecurities:

Large Insects

Falling/Heights

Being manhandled without being able to escape

Being unable to save someone who’s life she’s decided to spare

Her lovers leaving her for someone else

Tagged by: @oneangryhyur, @forever-halone, and @farm-boy-ffxiv! I’m tagging u all here but I wanna do this for soem other characters too :3c

Tagging: Fuck man, if u haven’t done it, do it

[johnwaterstrike]

(Thanks to Sei Castille for making this lovely banner for my healer. *hugs*)

Selection: “Kit and I will cover you.”

Job: Shield Healer (Scholar focus on Shields)

Weapons: Kit and Kit’s book

AI Behavior: Hangs to the back of the group but close enough that he can quickly touch anyone in the party to heal them.  If he sees a big room wide damage from boss, he and Kit will apply shields to negate as much of the incoming damage as possible.  Will not do damage to trash but focus on healing Party members.

Battle Lines: "Kit be ready." - Boss pull

"Shield is ready." - Popping defensive cooldowns

"Don’t get too reckless." -Using HP recovery on a party member

"Stay close." - Using large shield on group cooldowns

Limit Break: Will not use limit break unless it is three bars.  Draws on Kit’s aetherical form, joining as one to place a large shield dome over the group, recovering HP and place a small damage shield on each party member.  But this leaves him, and Kit open to attack and weak once Kit separates from him.

KO'ed:

"I’m…I’m sorry that I wasn’t strong enough." - Variant 1

"Kit…forgive me." - Variant 2

Revived from KO:

"I’ll watch my step this time." - Variant 1

"Looks like I might need glasses now.” - Variant 2

Assisting Ally: "You watch your steps and I’ll cover you." – Variant 1 (Single shield effect)

"YOU WILL NOT HURT THEM!" - Variant 2 (Party wide shield)

Special: "I’ll make up for getting you involve in this..." - Howl in party

"As long as you’re ok, that is good with me." - Howl in party

“Sis is going to throw a fit.” - Warren in party

“This isn’t time for that discussion.” - Sei in party

“You’re not alone…we are with you.” - Hannah in party

“Please be careful, for Lady Selthrana and my own.” - Khyran Oisin in party

“Steady, we have you.” - Ruran Vas in party

"I always glad for your help." - Maril Hawker in party

"Thal, NO…NO, YOU CAN’T TAKE THEM!" - Clan Castille/Khyran/Ruran/Maril KO

"I never get tired of this." - Howl LB

"Please, be more careful, for we don’t want to lose you!" - Assisting ally (Clan Castille/Khyran/Ruran/Maril)

"No…not like this!" - Ally KO

"Thank you for helping with this." - Grindstone participant in party

"This is not your time." - Ally KO (Grindstone)

"Kit, I need your strength to save them." -Last man standing, LB

[crescent-eminence]

The Crescent Eminence: A secret LS of voidsent hunters, based in Ul’dah. Khyran’s friends fill about 75% of our weekly quota. 

@eb-teknoworks - Thanks for letting us do a cameo.

still recruiting!

[casualelitism-blog]

Having serious conversations in Lavender Beds. I love their accidental color coordination.

[roses-and-grimoires]

💭

“Fury take you, you just had to make this difficult, didn’t you? If you were cold, if you didn’t bloody care, of all things, then it would be so much easier to keep up appearances. I know how to separate myself from a job, how to deflect and dance.”

“But it doesn’t work as well if I actually start to like you. And that’s dangerous.”

[steel-and-aether]

Quiet Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]

Aran’s voice was soft but given the relative lack of people nearby, it was barely accented and instead seemed to be as scorn of emotion as her honest tones tended to be, at least before something got the Highlander worked up.  It had been more than two sennights since Aran had vanished into whatever had taken her away from Aethertide’s doors, and half another sennight since she’d been at the final company assembling.

“I’d ask how you are doing, Oisin, but I can smell the liquor from a yalm away.”

The thin twig-thick man barely moved, his eye drooping with drunkeness, exhaustion, and what seemed to be a touch of some ague on his bones.  “What, you care about it?  You care?  You didn’t have a problem shaking the dust from the place, did you?”

Aran’s boneless settling into the seat next to him was marked only by the barest sound as she did some trick with her hands, weapons gone from Khyran’s bleary sight.  She pulled a flask from her jacket, twisting the cap off and taking a sip from something that, through the haze, smelled medicinal.  

“If I had no problems, would I be back here?”

The question hung like a dust mote, falling slowly between the drunken hyur and the sober one, settling finally as if it were something physical, something to reach out and hold.

Aran tilted the flask back, taking a sip.  

Khyran sloshed his glass, his sip from the drink significantly less restrained.

“I’ve given this place my heart.  It gave me a place, a purpose.” When the silence stretched out, the rounded words finally started to spill out, the husk of Khyran bent, crumpled, hands and fingers curling through his hair, the air, around his glass.  “I felt- I had a place I could serve, and where I could train people, pass knowledge.  Protect them, save them all.  But everything started to break apart.” His head bowed, strands of hair falling into his face, hiding his head, creating a curtain that almost seemed to be needed as a shield.  He seemed to wait for Aran’s cold voice to say something, to mock his admission, the pride, the torn agony.

“You still can, Khyran.  Your purpose, your mission, whatever you decide to do to finish it - it’s not over at all, and there’s still ways to help aren’t there?”  

The silence fell like a weight, a heavy dead still air that clung to the ends of her words and her voice until it dragged on.  And as Khyran spoke the liquor had put something raw to his voice, a wretched admission and pain.

“They’ll all leave anyways and nothing will stop that-” 

There was a moment where Aran could hear Khyran hunch, see him huddle, see the lines of pain that were so much a part of the man that she couldn’t recall if they had ever not been there.  The woman seemed unsure what to do, for a moment, watching the almost private expression of emotional agony that Khyran usually didn’t display, not someplace public.

And then there was a sound, the flask somewhere set aside and Aran shifted, a hand hovering almost to Khyran’s shoulder, there close enough to have a radiating heat but not to touch, an odd gesture from the woman who seemed sometimes too free with a touch and then too reserved.

She seemed to not know if Khyran wouldn’t recoil from the expression of comfort, but then the hand was a light weight, present but trying to not be oppressive.  Just steady, there, fingers tensing in what could pass for as much comfort as the highlander ever gave.

“Some will.  The gods take from you no matter what.  But they also still are there too, and they won’t forget you, leave you alone.”  There was a pause as if she seemed entirely aware of the fact that for once the house seemed empty, echoing, deserted.

“At least not all of them.”

She wasn’t good at comfort, knowing her skills were never in the area of emotions.  But she had come, and tried.

[bloodrock-lobster]

Sleep-deprived Lobster can’t and won’t stop drawing doobles and jokes of a local pillbug’s sad stick at 3 in the morning

aeolian-mode ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)