#OC: The Twins

[85-rend]

Do not separate them.

[the-unending-journey]

Okay, finally getting around to making this. Here's my cast of misfits!

Kiyo Himemitsu de Haillenarte

The Warrior of Light, albeit rather reluctant about it. Kiyo's life had a rough start after losing both her parents and her hometown in an invasion by a contingent of Garleans. She did manage to escape with the help of her older brother, and the two of them ended up in Tailfeather where the hunters there taught them to survive the harsh wilderness. Well, that is until one very charitable Ishgardian noblewoman found them and took them in as her own, molding Kiyo into the respectable lady she is today. While she doesn't like being branded as the hero, she does enjoy helping the less fortunate, following in her late mother's footsteps as a holy woman and a healer

Panacea (Azem)

Kiyo's Azem (true name Panacea); a warm and very friendly woman that spent most of her days tirelessly working as a Word of Halmarut to study the various flora of the star. Most of her research was in finding various methods to heal and create medicines, though she did dabble in a Concept creation or two. Her most infamous were Morbols, with Panacea wanting to create a sort of cure-all from the secretions of these noxious creatures. That didn't work out too well...

Even still, this didn't stop Halmarut recommending her for the seat of Azem, and with Venat backing her up, Panacea's life became much more interesting as she made her travels and lived a life of adventure

Ryunosuke Himemitsu de Haillenarte

Kiyo's eldest sibling and her only blood relative that she has left. Just like Kiyo, he was witness to the atrocity of the Garlean takeover of his hometown and helpless to stop it, along with everything that came after. This included being forcibly conscripted into their ranks when he was a decent enough age, thus being torn away from his mother and sister for a time. He did manage to escape and return home, only to run with the only one left of his family to somewhere far, FAR away from Othard. Like I stated above with Kiyo, he was adopted into one of the Ishgardian High Houses, though he didn't take to it nearly as well as Kiyo.

While he hates that his baby sister is The Chosen One(tm), he does everything in his power to support and protect her. He also follows in his late father's footsteps of being a samurai and does mercenary side work. This also helps him search for another one the Garleans took from him - his only true love

Lucinne de Haillenarte

Yes she's a member of one of the High Houses of Ishgard. Yes, it's the one with the most open-minded Ishgardian nobility you'd ever meet (besides the Fortemps and Aymeric) and Lucinne is honestly no different. A retired temple knight, Lucinne strives to bring change to Ishgard much like her nephews, especially so after losing both her husband and only son in the Dragonsong War

Despite losing her only child, she did still have family in the form of a very sickly Brume girl and two very distraught Au Ra, and she loves them just as much. She also extremely proud of the accomplishments from them and her niece and nephews, and does all that she can to protect and support them

(I wish I could make her look a little more aged)

Shun'u Morimoto

A fiery and passionate young lady, Shun'u hails from Tamamizu and counts herself as one of its denizens. Originally from Hingashi, Shun'u was just an infant when the ship carrying her and her parents met an unfortunate end in a nasty storm. While most of the passengers perished (including Shun'u's parents), the baby was found by a pair of Kojin that saved her from the wreckage. Thanks to them, she was given a second chance at life as well as a new, loving family

When she became of age, Shun'u was gifted a spear that housed her family's guardian kami within it and set out to hone her fighting skills, as well as see what the world had to offer outside of her home's protective little bubble. She ends up signing on with a traveling group of voidsent hunters disguised as an entertainment troupe

Una Fashonti

Don't really have much on this lady at the moment but here are some facts

she's been blind since birth

left her tribe for various reasons, the biggest one being just a pursuit of knowledge of the star

a lot of this curiosity is spent towards studying the lost civilization of Allag

has an Allagan node that she repurposed to be an assistant and seeing-eye node

has a strong affinity for black magick

is the one that gifted Kiyo her Allagan speaking device

tsundere-adjacent (grumpy goth girl)

The twins - Olvir and Ukina Iryut

Other characters I haven't really worked on much, so here's some facts for them as well

both left their forest home. Ukina was the one that made the decision and she managed to find her twin brother and convinced him to leave with her

started up a traveling entertainment troupe which became a secret group of voidsent hunters after a few incidents

Ukina is actually Kiyo's teacher in the martial dancing arts

On the flip-side, Olvir is the one that trains and partners up with Kiyo in her reaper AU

Ukina is the friendlier one of the twins. It's not that her brother is mean, he's just not great with social situations (broody goth boy)

the both of them care greatly for each other, as well as the other members of their group

[noirapocalypto]

📷📷📷📷 one for each please! ❤️

Thank you!! 🤗🥰

Salem:

Judah:

Embry:

Renato:

The Twins:

I’m combining the twins again because I just realized their individual boards are pretty outdated thfjejsjs

[a-wayfairing-stranger]

The problem with Fathers.

Leonardo Eissenhorn had been imprisoned his whole life it seemed, first by his parents, Being the only son of a Inquisitor truly wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, one had to be careful of kidnappers and assassins and Wrap knows what else, then ironically, by the Inquisition, Age twelve he was whisked away to a black ship for the unforgivable sin of being a psyker, He knew he owed his very life to his name, all though being stuck in a ship for the rest of his life was hardly any better than death, and now, he was hidden away by his parents once again, confined to the Eissenhorn estate to wander the grounds for hours on end, just as he was doing now.

He sensed his Father, Gregor, before he heard him, felt his presence against his skin like the patter of light rain, cold against his flesh.

“Leo.”

Months gone, and he returned expecting open arms, typical of him, Always leaving and coming home as if no time had passed.

“Inquisitor.” 

A sigh, and Gregor stood next to his only son, watching the lake in front of them, the water was calm but there was a storm radiating off the younger man, anger and hatred, Gregor couldn’t blame him, The boy hated that his Father had allowed him and his sister, Calpernia to be dragged away to the black ship in the first place, He couldn’t blame him, he still hated himself for that too.

“Your sister told me I’d find you out here.”

Silence.

“Leo..You can’t ignore me for the foreseeable future.”

“Can I not?” Leonardo turned to face his Father, his own eyes stared back, only they were more tired. “You are hardly here to ignore.”

“And for that I apologize, but you know how my job-”

“Is more important, Yes, I know.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth.”

Leonardo stared at the lake’s placid surface, ripples began to spread out from the point where he starred.

“Nothing is more important to me than you or your sisters.” 

The water jumped into the air as if from a geyser and Leonardo turned to Gregor, how dare he lie? 

“Don’t lie to me, I’m not one of your subordinates.” His voice was trembling with barely contained anger “Or is that how you see me? A filthy witch to be looked down upon?”

“You forget that you inherited your abilities from me.”

He was calm, so fucking calm, his face a stone mask as always.

“You passed on a curse you mean..” Leonardo turned back to the water and calmed himself, the water calmed as did his rage “And now here I am, a dog in a cage.”

“Get a grip Leonardo.” 

The Inquisitor rubbed a hand through his hair.

“You are hardly rotting away in a cellar, look at where you are.” 

He was right, damn his eyes to the void, he was correct.

“Cali doesn’t mope around feeling sorry for herself, take a leaf from her book.”

“Cali is an idiot.” Leonardo shrugged “She spends her days painting and playing piano…”

He fixed his eyes once again on his Father

“Singing your praises.”

“I know you hate me, Leo.”

His Father extended a hand, and hesitated for a moment before placing it on his shoulder

“I spent a decade hating myself for allowing you and your sister to be taken away, I woke up every morning wishing I had done something and went to bed thinking of the pair of you.” His eyes smiled, his face was incapable of doing so, Leonardo felt warmth coming from his palm “I wanted, and still do want, my son back.”

Leonardo wanted to punch him, to scream in his face, to do something to show him that he wasn’t forgiven, that he’d never be.

But that wasn’t true, so instead he allowed himself to become that scared little boy again, the one who would sit at night in his cell waiting for his Father to come rescue him, and he hugged his Father in a tight embrace.

Gregor Eissenhorn hugged his son back, and pretended not to notice the sobs that followed.

[nenoname]

the duality between six shooter and lil stanley still makes me lose it

even stan's drawings of himself being badass are adorable which contrasts with ford's dramatic as hell ones

[homriette]

vampire twins in the summer heat, what are they gonna do..

melt , probably.

In my other sites I posted it with an error, but here I posted the fixed version, call it special treatment

[oobbbear]

School assignment

ALSO LOOK CT MOON GOT A NEW DESIGN

[buriedknight]

Lady Rellana of Castle Ensis

[lolbree]

vampireloids

[lordprettyflackotara]

fill the void || fred weasley

SMUT. MINORS DNI. 18+

It felt odd in a way, being alone for the first time.

Usually you were surrounded by your fellow Slytherins, the smell of cigarettes and cologne something your nostrils had grown accustomed to. The sound of vicious insults or bitter rants making a nest in your ears. The sight of scowls with liquor in their hands, their knuckles typically bruised and bloody.

But right now, all of that was gone. The air in the courtyard was clean, the breeze blowing past you providing you with the smell of the earth. Your sights were centered on a giant oak tree, as well as the moon that dimly illuminated the area below. It was an odd change, your surroundings being so settled. You couldn’t help but wonder what you would’ve become if you hadn’t been placed in Slytherin. Maybe yellow would’ve suited you better.

It wasn’t that you despised your housemates, even if they were a group of misfit toys. Mattheo protected you, Theo tutored you, Draco was always glued to your side. It wasn’t them that troubled you. It was what wearing the sickening shade of green meant. Submission to the dark lord. Following the ideology of pureblood nonsense. Especially being one of the only prominent girls, there was always the lingering question who’d you marry and reproduce with.

Yuck.

“Am I interrupting?”

You didn’t need to turn around. You’d recognize a Weasley’s voice anywhere. “Unfortunately not,” You admitted. You hated to admit you knew which Weasley twin it was, a lanky Fred Weasley plopping down beside you on the concrete steps. He stretched out his long legs, mere inches separating both of you. “Is there a reason you’re perched out here instead of doing shots with your friends?” Fred asked. How could you explain why? Oh yes, I am having an existential crisis because of the fact my dress is emerald. Want to go inside and split a chocolate frog?

“Where’s your other half? Didnt think you two separated,” You quipped, brushing off his question. Fred took the hint, leaning back on his hands. “Currently snogging Angelina Johnson,” He answered. This caught your attention, your head snapping to look over at him. “The chaser that wiped the floor with Blaise last season?” You asked. Sometimes you forgot how small this dreaded University actually was. Fred nodded, shrugging. “Aggressive on and off the field, just the way George likes em,” He replied.

You snorted. “Ahh yes. Makes sense a Weasley would enjoy being slutted out,” You snickered. It was too easy of a jab. Fred began to man spread, his long legs in your personal bubble. “I wouldn’t be so hasty little serpent. A few of us know how to put a brat in their place,” He smirked. The cocky motherfucker winked, heat dashing across your cheeks. You must be in a different dimension. There’s no bloody way a Weasley made you blush. “You’re cute when you blush,” Fred praised. He couldn’t help but notice how good you looked in the moonlight, the beams highlighting your features.

“Are you complimenting me Weasley?” You questioned. You avoided his gaze, trying to ignore the fact your heart skipped a beat. “Obviously not, i’m flirting with you,” Fred replied, unable to control the smile creeping across his lips. You were just so easy to tease. “What makes you think you can flirt with me?” You asked, turning your head to look over at the ginger. He shrugged, meeting your firey gaze with ease. “Perhaps it’s because we’re in the same boat, sitting out here alone in a bloody courtyard while the yule ball is less than five hundred feet away,” Fred explained. You audibly scoffed. “Weasley’s can’t afford a boat,” You spat.

Fred chuckled at your insult, your venom harmless to him. “Considering you’re out here I think it’s safe to say your boat has sank. Guess we’re on the same island together then,” He replied. You couldn’t help but find his facial expression smug. “Great,” You grumbled. You rested your chin on your knees, contemplating your life decisions. Fred sighed. “Well, if my presence really isn’t that valued i’ll relocate,” He said. He began to rise to his feet, your body doing a one eighty. You didn’t realize your hand was gripping his wrist until it was, desperately holding him in place.

“Sit down Weasley. I-,” You paused, looking up at the ginger. “I’d prefer it if you stayed.”

Fred grinned down at you mischievously, resuming his place beside you. “Figured you’d say that. Just wanted to hear you say it,” He gloated. You slapped his arm. “You’re unbearable. You know that don’t you?” You grumbled. Fred couldn’t help but laugh. Your annoyance was adorable. “You seem to like it,” He replied. You frowned as he stood up in front of you. “Do not,” You argued.

“Do too.”

“Do not!”

Fred extended his hand in front of you. The faint sound of classical music could be heard over the stillness, the wind having faded out. “Care to dance?” He asked. The choice was standing right in front of you, demanding an answer. You could say no and continue moping on the stairs. You could say no and go back inside, all eyes on you once again. Or you could say yes, potentially having a good time with a boy you didn’t belong with. Dancing with a Weasley? Draco would have a field day with this one. But Fred’s hand never looked more appealing than it did in that moment.

Hesitantly you took his hand, allowing him to bring you to your feet. Even in heels he easily towered over you, the ginger not hesitating to bring you close to his chest. “You know you can drop the bad girl act with me, I won’t tell,” Fred said, guiding you back and forth. You were an awkward dancer, despite the endless ballroom dancing classes your parents put you through. “It’s not an act,” You argue. Fred looked down at you, his face painted like he knew you. Like he could see right through your hollow shell.

“Sure it isn’t. And i’m not the best prankster in Hogwarts,” He quipped. You slowly spun you around, giving you time to catch up as you almost tripped in your heels. “You’ve really got quite an ego, don’t you Weasley?” You asked. Fred grinned as he pulled you back close to him. “Thats a bit hypocritical, don’t you think?” He asked. You glared up at him. “I think not,” You argued. Even though your words were laced with venom, you couldn’t deny how much you enjoyed his touch.

So gentle but so assertive, guiding you. Your mind strayed away, imagining him guiding you a different way. Guiding you to take his cock, to ride him until the sun came up. “Hey? Are you listening little serpent?” Fred asked, his voice coming back into frame. You blinked a few times, trying to regain your composure. “Sorry, what?” You asked. Fred slowly guided the dance to a stop, the song ending. You couldn’t help but wish it’d last forever. “I was asking what you’re thinking about,” He said.

You could feel yourself turning red, your filthy thoughts flooding to the forefront of your mind. You felt tongue tied, unable to confess your dirty fantasies. “Ohh, I see,” Fred said. You couldn’t bear to look at him in the eye, embarrassed enough to be in this position. You felt his slender fingers slide under your chin, guiding you to look up at him. You allowed him to guide you, his eyes boring into yours. You liked that, allowing him to guide you. Even if he was supposed to be bad for you, his touch put you on cloud nine.

“Do you like that? When I guide you? Take control?” Fred asked, his voice dropping an octave lower than before. You could’ve dropped to your knees in an instant. “Maybe I do,” You replied, not wanting to cave, not just yet. Fred leaned down further, pressing his lips against yours. His lips were warmer than you thought they’d be, filling the void inside of you. The void that craved approval and validation. His lips provided all of that and more. He guided you towards the giant oak tree, pinning you against it.

The sharp bark scraped at your back, a groan escaping your lips as Fred’s refused to stray from yours. You raked your hands throw his hair, pulling at the roots roughly. Fred whined into your mouth, smirking as he pulled away. “Cute,” He murmured. His eyes flickered behind you, ensuring no one was around. “As much as i’d love to make you squirm, we can’t do much here,” He whispered. You pulled him back to your lips, sliding your tongue into his mouth. You couldn’t get enough, your body craving him.

“That eager, are we?” Fred asked, pulling you back in for another kiss. You gently bit his bottom lip, pulling it towards you. “Fuck me, at the very least Weasley,” You ordered weakly, your body betraying the attempt at dominance you were spewing. Fred grinned mischievously. “Turn around for me pretty girl,” He purred. You did as asked, his large hands pushing you against the tree. You could hear the clinking of his belt, your core throbbing in anticipation.

His large hands pushed up your dress, pulling your panties to the slide. “You’re lucky we’re in the courtyard, otherwise i’d make you beg and scream for me to fuck you,” Fred purred. You felt his tip brush up and down your folds, a moan escaping your lips. One of Fred’s hands flew to your mouth. “Gotta keep quiet little serpent. Dont want anyone to hear you being a whore for a Weasley, do you?” He taunted. He pushed himself inside of you slowly, your body feeling like it may split in two.

“You’re fuckin soaked for me,” Fred mused, placing a sloppy kiss against your shoulder. Your moans were muffled by his hand, your walls struggling to accommodate his size. “I’m bigger than Malfoy aren’t I?” He asked teasingly as he bottomed out inside of you. You grabbed onto his wrist, yanking it away from your mouth. “In your dreams Weasley,” You spat, whimpering as he bucked his hips ever so slightly. Fred began to suck at the side of your neck, harsh enough to leave a hickey. “Dont leave marks on me,” You argued, moaning as he began to thrust into you. Fred released your neck with a pop, satisfied as the skin began to turn purple.

“Whys that? Afraid your boy toys will find out you’ve let me in between your legs?” Fred asked, beginning to pick up the pace. His pace was brutal, his hand flying back over your mouth to muffle your sinful noises. “When they ask tell them. Tell them how I ruined you. How a Gryffindor made you cum in a courtyard like a dog in heat,” Fred huffed. He continued to viciously snap his hips into yours, his cock abusing your g spot with each thrust. You moaned his name into his hand, gripping one of his wrist and the tree for support.

“You’re so fucking tight, so perfect,” Fred groaned into your neck, his breath hot against your skin. He removed his hand from your mouth, his hands taking their rightful place on your hips. “I’m going to make you cum on my cock. You understand me? You’re going make a mess for me,” Fred ordered. His orders were hypnotizing, your legs beginning to shake as he held onto the fabric of your dress. You could feel the knot inside of you tighten, a familiar feeling coming.

“Please make me cum Freddie, fucking please,” You pleaded, your orgasm coming faster than you’d like to admit. Fred chuckled, fucking you mercilessly against the tree. “There she is, there’s my sweet whore. Go on, cum for me,” He panted. You squeezed his wrist tightly as you came, euphoria washing over you as you came on his shaft. Your legs trembled, threatening to give out on you at any moment. You felt Fred’s hips stutter, the ginger pulling out of you.

He guided you onto the ground, your bare knees hitting the dirt below. You stuck out your tongue, allowing Fred to cum inside of your mouth. “Holy shit,” Fred moaned, watching as you swallowed every last top. You both sat there for a moment, your highs subsiding as you soaked in what you had just done.

“Hey y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“You wanna grab a butterbeer sometime?”

“Shut up Weasley.”

[cicadako]

A small religious town where everything is normal

[faintrustle]

Most Adorable Hashira

[calamaricollie]

Behold, my sappiest (and longest) Lari comic yet, I hope ya'll enjoy some tooth-rottingly sweet fluff UvU

More of me rambling under the cut:

Honestly I was so worried about posting this one, I wrote it when I was really needing some comfort so it turned out very sweet, less humorous than my other shitten stuff, but hey if you've watched and liked my animatic that's what you're here for anyways >:)

As much as I love feral Nari I just love writing him being all soft and chilled out tbh, this cat has been fully domesticated over years of TLC (Tender Lamb Care), I just hope others like it as much as I do too :p

[noirapocalypto]

📷 for as many blorbos as you want to! Gimme all that inspo to munch on

Thank you!! 🥰🤗

Salem:

Judah:

Embry:

Renato:

The Twins:

(I combined the twins! Since I would’ve hit the image limit grjfjejdkska)

[a-wayfairing-stranger]

Homecoming.

So of course, I gave Magdelana and Gregor children, then of course, I had to involve even more angst, and thus the pysker twins Calpernia and Leonardo Eissenhorn were created.

“You’ve truly lost it now, sister.” Leonardo barked, slamming his fists down on the shuttles console. 

“I’ve lost it?” Calpernia snapped “You’re the one who wanted to escape the ship in the first place!”

“What would you have suggested? We take on the chaos spawn all by ourselves?”

“How does this look, Brother?” Calpernia gestured to the small room “We’re dead in the air a stone's throw away from a ship full of our dead captors..”

“So rather than wait for the Inquisition to hunt us down, you thought you’d spare them the manpower and contact them?”

“Father won’t tell anyone.” 

Leonardo scoffed, and punched the console once more for good measure. 

Leonardo and Calpernia were twins, one full minute between them, Leonardo being the eldest, and they did everything together, they shared a soul.

One thing they did disagree on was their Father, Calpernia has nothing but happy memories of her Father, even if they were few.

Leonardo however somewhat resented his Father, it was after all he who passed on the mutation that resulted in them being psykers, and lead to them being on a prison ship for the past decade.

“Inquisitor Eissenhorn may have little choice.” 

“Don’t call him that.”

“It's his name, isn’t it?”

“The way you say it sounds like an insult.”

“Good.”

“Leo..” 

“Don’t…Don’t..” Leonardo turned “Look, If the bastard does show up, I promise to be polite.”

“Thank you, Brother.”

                                                            **

Gregor Eissenhorn was so shocked when he received a message on his private channel, the channel he only used to communicate with family, from his estranged daughter Calpernia, frankly you could’ve knocked him down with a feather.

He knew of course that his youngest children, Leonardo and Calpernia Eissenhorn, had been taken away to a black ship somewhere shortly after their twelve birthday, he hadn’t dug to far into it, Magdalena hadn’t spoken to him for almost a year because of it, but he didn’t look.

His duty as a Father and that of an Inquisitor shouldn’t overlap, he wouldn’t let it.

But that surprise was nothing to how he felt to see the figures come out of the shuttle in the hanger of his ship, 

Calpernia had the dark hair and eyes of her Mother, even if she was underweight and hidden beneath stained robes, she was a clone of Magdalena, and thus of her older sister, Evangeline, the three could have been triplets. 

Looking at Leonardo, from what he could see beneath a shaggy beard and unkempt hair, was like looking into a mirror at himself at twenty two, even down to the scowl the young man wore. 

They spoke quietly to each other.

“At least look thankful.” Calpernia hissed, her eyes scanning the hanger, it seemed that her Father was alone. 

“I am thankful.” Leonardo replied “Just not happy.”

At Gregor’s approach, the pair went silent. 

“What happened?”

“Demons..we managed to escape, don’t think anyone else did.” Calpernia mumbled, she knew how guilty they looked. “You can look for yourself…” She stared up at him, he looked the same, she thinks or maybe she just couldn’t remember his face “Sir.”

“The shuttle was fried.” Leonardo adds “My sister had the bright idea of contacting you.”

“It was that or die.” Calpernia defended “I..I panicked..”

“You did good.” Gregor wished he could smile, because he wanted too, he hoped it should in his eyes 

“Will you turn us in..Inquisitor?” 

The venom in Leonardo’s voice almost hurt, Gregor looked away, Calpernia glared at her brother.

“Do you think I'm so heartless?” 

“I don’t know.” Leonardo replied “I don’t know you.”

The boy was right of course, Gregor had always been absent in the lives of his children, he wished he wasn’t, he wished he was a better Father, a better husband.

He wasn’t there the night they came to take the twins away, someone somewhere let slip that Leonardo had managed to guess the full name and birth date of one of Magdelana’s relatives, the man had been shaken and despite Magdelana’s best efforts to smooth things over, the damage was done.

But he was here now, and he wouldn’t let them be taken away again.

“I’m not.” He spoke almost to himself “I’m not going to turn you in..I’m going to take you home.”

Calpernia’s face lit up “Home?”

“Yes..your Mother deserves a surprise..”

“She doesn’t need to be dragged into this..She’ll be accused of harboring criminals..” 

The waves of anxiety came off of Leonardo like waves on cliffs, Gregor put out  a hand and touched his shoulder, the boy tensed at the touch. 

“Nobody will know, Leo..” 

Leonardo relaxed a little, even if the bitter look remained on his face

“As far as anyone knows, Leonardo and Calpernia Eissenhorn died on that ship.” 

“You’d lie for us?” Leonardo’s scowl faded

“If it means I can somehow repay the debt I owe you two…then yes, I’d lie a thousand times for both of you.” 

Calpernia surprised everyone by hugging her Father, she clung on to him like he was the only thing keeping her from floating into the void. 

“Thank you Father..” She buried her face in his coat, sobbing, for a second she was the little girl he remembered so fondly “Thank you.”

[halichor]

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Say hi to my spore druid, Karythos ✨ I was gonna post this together with Jehan's but I didn't get to finish it on time qwq