#TWO OF THEM ARE 6'7
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i'm convinced half of my oc lore just pops into existence because i'm sketching my neglected sapphics (as per usual) and i had a 'damn i don't remember their height difference lemme check moment' and i was so fucking sure these bitches were shorter
#HUH SINCE WHEN??#i went in going 'ok zatrata is shorter than mroka and mroka is tall so uhh prolly like 5'2#for balance i guess????#everyone else - fucking massive#TWO OF THEM ARE 6'7#what the FUCK do you mean marie is 5'11 and 6'??' NAH#zatrata is apparently 5'6“ (information completly new to me) and mroka is fucking 6'11” SIX FOOT ELEVEN???? SIX FOOT ELEVEN??? KRENIA WHAT#then krenia got worried and krenia checked how tall mila was#seven foot seven#krenias type is showing#krenia does not like that#i went and checked and all my female ocs except cordis are taller than me#cordis is 5'2?? KRENIA#the only ocs shorter than me are cordis and poziomka which is 1) weird half-sona situation and 2) a child#anastazy is taller than me by an accident too how why#the only one i remembered off this list was like mila because i vividly remember making her rlly fucking tall#and like arlo bcs big boy goes brrr but he doesn't count he's my little guy#back to arting i go#delete later?? maybe this tag rant is fueled by 3am and two monsters
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amelia technically only has one sibling but if im being honest she really has 5 since even tho they are her cousins, she considers evander, marzell, mya and zacharias siblings, they really might as well be
#&. i just really like sharks okay : ooc#&. GENERAL#im emotional over (1) family#also amelia and z being the youngest but also the tallest and smallest amuses me greatly#z is 6'7“ and amelia is 5'3” case anyone was wondering#z also has the most golden retriever energy because mya got all the anger and bitterness#the two of them are twins again for new people here
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Do you think anybody is going to get badly hurt or killed in the aforementioned Sad And Dark Backstory Place? Why don’t you try to stop them?
Whether people get hurt or not is entirely up to luck and their own behaviour! It's out of my hands.
I've told the Archivist not to go. I've told her it's basically asking to get harmed or worse. She also knows this is her - and the rest of the group's - best shot to go there and get out with minimal harm.
They're not going without protection. They might be fine. Might.
...
I don't think I should discuss this further just yet. Who knows who's reading these, y'know?
#but yes logically this is probably their best shot if they ever want to go there#I couldn't get them to stop without forcing them to stay#and I'm not doing that#they trust me about as far as they can throw me#which#considering I'm 6'7#is Not Very Far#anyway#ask again later#UsherRP#Usher RP#Author's notes:#if we manage to NYOOM the writing the blorbos are gonna leave for the Circus in a week or two#so uh#yeah#we're slow elakgjealjgea most of us have Stuff To Do such as work or studies
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On the Ice
Pairing: College Athlete!Bucky x Figure Skater! Reader
Summary: Sometimes, training gets intense. That's fine, though—Bucky'll be there to take care of his girl.
Word count: 2k
Warnings: Reader is shorter than Bucky (but I'm imagining him like 6'7 in this 😉)
a/n: Happy one-bucky-fic-a-year to this blog <3 Seriously though this was fun to write!! I missed college athlete Bucky sm 🫶 Thank you for the suggestion @itsswritten :)
Masterlist
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Coming to a stop in the middle of the ice, you bent with a heaving chest and placed your hands on your thighs. The cold air of the rink was biting in your lungs but you greedily gulped the air down, anyway, light beaming you in the eye as it reflected off the carved ice beneath your skates. You fought the urge to collapse into the pools of fluorescence.
Soft, melodic program music faded away until the only sound in the building was your labored breath. You’d been going at it for a few hours and only felt the repercussions now that you were stopped. The burning in your legs was an extra push towards sprawling out on the ice, and you were a moment away from giving in to that urge when the floor disappeared from beneath your blades.
You let out a startled scream, the sound traveling across the ice as your body was whipped around. You spun, making three rotations before the arms around your middle loosened and you felt breath at your ear.
“Ice time’s over, sweetheart.”
Bucky placed you back down but his arms never moved from around you. That was a good thing, in all honesty, because you weren’t sure if your shaking legs would hold you up.
You spun in his arms, gripping his uniform jacket between your fingers as you stared up at him. “Bucky,” you greeted, a breathless smile lighting up your face.
“Hi,” he grinned back, bringing a hand up to your cheek to steady you as he kissed your forehead. “How’s my girl?”
“Good! Although, I might’ve overdone it.”
Bucky shook his head fondly, eyes soft as he held your gaze. “I know you overdid it. You haven’t texted me in two hours. Figured you’d stay up until our practice, but not even a break? You know better than that, baby.”
You scoffed. “I don’t have time for a break. Championships are—”
“Coming up and I have to be at my best, Bucky,” your boyfriend mocked with a playful smile. He lifted you by your waist, your skates barely hovering above the ice, and started making his way to the rink's edge. “I’ve heard it a million times. Doesn’t mean you gotta kill yourself out here.”
“I’m not going that hard. And I take breaks!”
“Right, sure. You wanna tell me why your water is completely full then?”
You stared up at Bucky, your head at his chin as he carried you. “Um, I just refilled it.”
“You suck at lying. You always bite your lip and you can’t even look me in the eye.”
“Yeah? Well, you’re nosey and a weirdo for checking my water bottle.”
Bucky only laughed, the material of his jacket rustling against the softness of your workout clothes. He made it to the edge and kept you in his hold, only releasing you once he reached the benches by the lockers. In a series of quick motions, he held your backpack in his hands and was kneeling at your feet.
“Drink,” he commanded, holding out your water bottle. He patted the side of your calf before drying off your blades and covering them. “You get the axel?” Bucky asked as you obediently followed his command.
You wiped the water from your lips before groaning. “Almost. I don’t know why I’m blocked right now. I fell on my knee too—that hurt.”
Bucky tsked and started untying your laces. “The bad one?”
“Unfortunately. I guess I actually did take a break because I had to lay on the ice for a little while after that one.”
Bucky tugged your leggings from the confines of your skates and rolled the left leg up to reveal the dark bruise etched on your skin. It seemed to linger there at all times, getting darker or lighter depending on your week. It wasn’t broken, however, and that was considered a win.
Bucky ran his fingers over the skin gently. It matched the fading bruise on his cheek, in a way, and you considered the ridiculousness of the sports your chose as your boyfriend kissed your knee and pulled your the leg of you pants back down to your ankle.
“Y/n,” Bucky chastised, slipping the skates from your feet. He set them aside and pressed his side against yours as he sat on the bench. He took your chin between his thumb and finger. “This is why I don’t like you at the rink alone. I don’t want to show up to practice and find you passed out on the ice.”
You knocked your head to the side, a small smile seemingly permanent on your lips. Bucky was so pretty to look at. “That won’t happen, Buck. I’m a professional.”
“Professional pain in my ass,” he grumbled, but the sound was muffled at the end because you had your lips pressed against his.
He met your touch with mirrored enthusiasm, sliding his hand from your chin to the back of your neck. You broke apart far too soon for Bucky’s liking, an accusatory glare in your eyes letting him know you had only kissed him to distract him while you formulate a response.
“You’ve got some nerve, Barnes, you know that? What about when I watch you on the ice and you’re provoking people into smashing your face in, huh? Talk about a professional pain in the ass—you’re the poster boy of pain in the ass.”
Bucky kept your face in his hand, brushing his thumb along your cheek as you went on your tirade. He was only retaining about half of the words that came out of your mouth, but that was your fault; you should know better than to kiss him into shutting up.
“Last month you had a bloody nose that wouldn’t stop bleeding for an hour! I was next to the penalty box and I couldn’t even do anything. At least when I get hurt it’s possible for you to—are you even listening to me?”
Bucky's smile lifted at the corner and he shook his head with a lovesick expression.
You let out an affronted gasp. “You’re the one that started all of this and now you’re not even—”
Your words were cut off by Bucky pulling your face forward and smashing his lips against yours. A strangled sound left the back of your throat, but you kissed him back just as quickly. A small smile was shared between lips, and you could feel a lingering sense of urgency in the pace he set; clearly, he was expecting the rest of his team to come in at any moment.
You pulled back but he followed your lips as they attempted retreat.
“Bucky,” you mumbled against him. “I was talking to you.”
He hummed. “I know, baby.” He stayed close enough for you to still felt his words as he spoke them. “But you started it. You know I can’t help myself when it comes to kissing you.”
You held his gaze, your playful glare matching the smile you struggled to hold back. You went to kiss him again, but the sound of the rink’s double doors smacking against the wall echoed in the space and your incoming kiss turned into you pushing away from Bucky and rising from the bench in one too-quick motion.
Your knees (and the rest of you) weren’t entirely prepared for the movement. Your body shook and parts of you gave out as your feet began to soak up the chill from the concrete beside the rink. Bucky was there though—as he always was. He jolted up and mimicked his hold on the ice, his chest at your back as he wrapped his arms around your middle.
“Whoa, y/n. Careful, baby. Saw your knee start to give out.”
“Bucky, you can’t—”
But it was too late. The sound of whistles and taunting jabs filtered past the locker room door, the rest of Bucky’s team entering with sly smiles and raised brows.
You knew the team and knew that their teasing was harmless, but you weren’t completely used to the way men showed each other affection just yet. Especially not when there was twenty of them all the size of small bears.
“Hey, Miss Olympics,” Sam winked. “You and Buck look awfully comfortable over there. Don’t steal him for too long—we need him on the ice.”
You laughed but cringed internally, pushing against Bucky’s hold that refused to relent.
“Shut up, Wilson,” Bucky called over your head. “I’ll get on the ice when I want.”
A few other players greeted you with teasing smiles and you felt your face burn brighter with each passing moment that Bucky didn’t let up. You glanced over your shoulder, expecting him to look similarly mortified, but Bucky only looked back with a wide grin and pressed a loud kiss to the side of your temple.
“What, you embarrassed of me, baby?”
“What—no! But aren’t you sort of, I don’t know—aren’t you embarrassed? To be like this in front of the rest of the team? Other guys I’ve dated—”
“I don’t know what other guys you’ve been with, sweetheart, but they’re a bunch of idiots. I’ll show you off whenever I get the chance.” He pressed you back down on the bench with a smile and brushed away the flyaways around your face. “And I talk about you enough to where it doesn’t really matter if they see us. They expect it.”
“Barnes, get the hell on the ice!” came a call from the rink.
Bucky hooked his chin over his shoulder. “Yeah, yeah! Got it!” He turned back to you and crouched before your seated position, gathering your face in his hands to plant a loud, dizzying kiss to lips. “You’ll get back to the dorms okay?”
“Um, yeah,” you replied, disoriented by the onslaught of affection.
“Perfect. See you later then.”
“Barnes!”
Bucky rolled his eyes and gave your face a soft pat before sliding onto the ice. “I was clearly busy.”
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky barnes fanfic#bucky barnes au#bucky barnes#modern au#college au#college athlete bucky
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ℬ𝓇𝓊𝒸ℯ 𝒲𝒶𝓎𝓃ℯ 𝓍 ℳ𝒶𝓁ℯ ℳℴ𝒹ℯ𝓁 ℛℯ𝒶𝒹ℯ𝓇
cw: NSFW
~ You liked modeling enough. It was exciting, and new, and you got to meet a bunch of people you otherwise wouldn't. For instance, if you could go back to the skinny, slightly effeminate brace face in rural Smallsville and tell him he would be hanging off the Bruce Wayne's arm at a promotional after party in Gotham he would laugh in your face. But here you were, and here he was, all 6ft (6'7? 6'8? God he was intimidating) wrapped around your shoulders, two of the girls from the shoot on his other side. You didn't know either of them very well, but they we're kind to you whenever you crossed paths, and it was always nice to see more black models in the industry.
~ So why did you feel so much vitriol towards them? This ugly feeling curling in your stomach every time Wayne leaned slightly towards them, slightly away from you. You chopped it up to star power, pure unadulterated charm that came with being one of the richest men in the Americas, but as long as it had been, you still remembered what it was like it have a crush.
~ It was hard to not have a crush on Bruce Wayne. He was confident, ridiculously so, but not the kind of confidence that made you feel small. When you arrived, he asked you "Do you like dark chocolate? I can't stand the stuff but for some reason people keep giving it to me." You could see he was lying, and that maybe he had just wanted to give you an expensive box of chocolate without making you feel like you owed him anything. It made you feel special.
~ It didn't take him long to invite the whole party back to his manor. His home was beautiful. Like a castle in one of the picture books your gran used to let you borrow from her job at the library. You told Bruce that, and he had smiled so genuinely you hadn't stopped blushing for the rest of the night.
~ You ended up asking yourself up to his bedroom. One of the bottle girls had popped the cork right over you, drenching your pants in sparkling cider. She had been so apologetic, and you hadn't wanted to make a scene, so you stumbled up the stairs in into the nearest unlocked door you could find. You closed the door behind you, stripping out of your soaked jeans to dab them clean in the joining bathroom.
~ "Not that I'm complaining, but I have to say it's not everyday I find pretty boys stripping out their clothes unprompted in my bedroom." You must have jumped about a foot in the air, hiding behind your thread bare trousers. "Oh god Mr. Wayne I'm so sorry, I just needed- there was this champagne girl- and well-"
"Relax, I'm just teasing." You looked at him properly now, his weary tone bleeding past your initial embarrassment. He was propped up against the bedpost, shirtless with one hand clamped firmly over his ribs. There was a mean purple blotch under his fingers, and his chest rose and fell in stutters. He was in pain.
"What happened?" You were across the room the next second, pants forgotten on the floor as you scooted next to him in your briefs. There was a slight blush across his chest and cheeks. Maybe he was drunk. Maybe you were.
"Got into... a brawl. Nothing serious don't worry." You got the feeling he liked that you were worried. You wondered how many people worried about Bruce Wayne. You had seen an older man in butler attire fussing over him when the party first got here. You hoped he was looked after.
"Well... I best get going." You were inches apart now, you could feel his harsh breath against your top lip.
"Best." He replied, curling his lip to mirror your Midwestern accent.
You fell into him first, crashing your lips against his as his arms came to grip your biceps. He lifted you with an insane show of strength, you squealed into his mouth, ending off in a giggle. He gave that genuine smile again.
~ You were straddling him now, grinding down on a ever hardening length. He gasped into your mouth, squeezing almost painfully as he pressed you firmer against him. He was massaging the v on your waist, teasing just above where you wanted him.
"Can I?"
You nodded manically against his shoulder, the both of you generating a frantic energy. He dipped down, palming you through your underwear.
"Protection?" You managed to pant out, remembering every talk your granny had drilled into you since you came out.
"Bedside drawer."
~ 3 hours. You kept going for 3 hours after that. He had taken you, knees pressed up against your shoulders, hitting all the right spots until you had come dry and untouched. He was still hard inside you, panting and you squeezed your way through your orgasm. He was kind, clearly straining to not thrust forward while you were so sensitive. You hooked your legs behind the dip in his waist and tugged him forward. A dare. The result of which had you on your hands and knees panting and keening after your third, fourth? climax. He was good afterwards as well. Sweet. He held your head up as he poured water from a sealed bottle down your throat, petting through your slim locs. You woke up tucked against his side, unsure if he had even slept a wink as he stared down at you. He had to go, but he had arranged one of the cars for you as soon as you wanted to leave. The butler, Alfred, had cleaned and dried your jeans while you were asleep, although Bruce had made it clear you were welcome to his extensive wardrobe. You giggled, imagining getting back to your apartment in a pair of 1000$ tracksuit pants with the ankles rolled up to your calves.
~ When you finally made it back to your apartment, you patted down your jeans, pleading to whoever was listening that you hadn't lost your keys in the chaos of the previous night. Instead, you pulled out a neatly folded parchment paper, thumbing it open to find barely legible handwriting reading:
555-0199
Call me if you liked the chocolate.
END
#dcau#dc#fanfic#bruce wayne#queer bruce wayne#bruce wayne x reader#bruce wayne x male reader#x male reader#x male y/n#oc#y/n#dc smut#x reader#might make this a series idk#romcom tropes
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Neighbor! König Part 3
Part One Part Two
It's only after THREE MONTHS in that you find out his name isn't Kevin
Why? You overheard a phone call. A phone call with his mom
Because, to put it in small terms: König is a mama's boy
Not in the gross way that boy moms do (everyone say EWWWW) or the manchildren who think their mom can do no wrong and will always side with her over on everything. We know those guys. He's not that. Not even close
No, in the 'he genuinely loves and cares about his mother because this is the person who raised him so his respect for her and love is absolutely profound'
That's the woman who raised him, that's the person who read him bedtime stories at night when he couldn't sleep, that's the lovely lady who would let him hide behind her skirts when she'd take him into the village and people would try to say hi, she's the one and only who taught him all about the many wonders of the world and how beautiful nature is
Yeah, he's going to respect her. He loves his mom and for good reason
He calls her every day if possible because she still lives quite far away in Austria :( and things haven't been the same since his dad passed away
He doesn't live near or with her, as much as it pains him, because quite frankly: he can't risk it. He still visits as much as he can, but living with her makes her a target because he's a man with blood covering his hands and there's people who will do anything to get to him
He can't risk her like that, wouldn't ever dream of it
She understands. He doesn't tell her the extent because he can't break her heart and he's afraid she might see him different, but he does tell her HOW dangerous it could be
He will always tell her about the good things he does, though! Like saving hostages! That's always great. She's so proud of him
He might be a grown ass man at 6'7" and weighing over 250 lbs that absolutely towers over her but he will always be her sweet baby boy before anything else
He is always writing her letters and sending her packages and pictures! Letters just are more heartfelt usually and she's old fashioned, she likes having something physical to hang onto especially now that her eyesight is fading
She is always sending them in return too. His favorite coffee mugs are all shaped like little forest animals and she made them! They're precious and he's so happy holding his little hedgehog mug (even if it is a bit spiky)
ANYWAYS how you found out his name wasn't Kevin was because you heard her use his name
His real name
That wasn't Kevin or even close.
And afterwards you had to go "... uh... Kevin? Who is she talking about?"
König has never been close to this flustered before, even when you fell asleep with your head on his broad shoulders when you were watching a movie together
Time to fess up.
He at first tries to go into denial, then dismissal, but it doesn't work at all
He admits defeat. You caught him, he ISN'T Kevin. Well, he's still the same person! That's just not his name
He was too embarrassed to correct you or himself so he went with it and it kept building and building
He wanted to tell you, but it's a hard topic :( he knows he would have stumbled and stuttered over his words until he fell flat on his face
You'd find it out eventually! It's not like he put 'Kevin' on his mail or anything like that
Now, most people would rightfully feel mad and lied to
But he's turning red enough to match the roses he grows and can't seem to meet your eyes. He's sweating bullets, he's genuinely embarrassed here and feels awful about it
Maybe it's against better judgement to accept such a thing so easily but he hasn't been anything but nice to you ever since you broke down his icy walls.
(Aka he's so painfully socially awkward and flustered you feel bad for him and take pity)
And just maybe you heard the "Ich bin in dich verliebt" slip out as you took his hands in yours and assured that you liked him as him, whether he's named Kevin or not, and nothing would change that
#cod#call of duty#call of duty x reader#cod modern warfare#konig x reader#konig cod#konig x you#konig call of duty#konig headcanons#könig headcanons#könig x reader#könig cod#könig call of duty#könig#gender neutral reader#reader insert#he's a mamas boy in the best way#really just wanted to write about that#his mom is great btw she's so sweet#you're getting a matching mug during the holiday season#neighbor! König
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picture sources from my Master Frost, Instagram account @mysneakeryt
Alex had heard a rumor around campus of a student with a special power. It was his senior year, and the guy on his second year in college was doing things that should be literally impossible to do. He was really quite curious about it. He asked a ton of questions who the guy was. He eventually got a name, Daniel Rune. Alex got his dorm room number and decided to confirm if the rumor was true.
Alex knocked on Daniel's dorm room door. A tall 6'7" tall athletic jock open the door. "Yes?" He asked him when he opened the door. "I know this might be a strange question, but I have to ask. Are you Daniel Rune?"
Daniel looked at a short 5'10" guy looked at him, asking him a slightly strange question. "I am, but why do you ask?"
"You see, I have heard around campus that you have a special ability to do certain things." Alex spoke, still wondering if the rumors were true.
"Like what?" Daniel asked, knowing full well what he was asking about. "Like turning people into objects or changing people's appearance." Was the reply he got back. Daniel just nodded that it was all true.
Alex wanted to see proof. He definitely didn't want to just believe based off of word of mouth. "I want to see you do it." He requested of him. Daniel invited him in to show proof. "I will show you on one condition, you let me get to choose what I change into any object of my choice." The condition was set. He wanted to see this for himself, so he nodded in agreement to the conditions set by Daniel.
Alex saw Daniel look directly at him. Suddenly, he felt weird. He couldn't move at all. He tried to speak but couldn't open his mouth. He then began to shrink in size, looking upwards with his eyes as Daniel grew giant size. He saw him smiling down at him as he lost more of his size. Then his body began to reshape all on its own, split into two and reshape again, taking on a final form. He was unsure what his final form was, but his vision was limited with very little light.
Daniel examined his work. The guy looked completely like normal shoes. He picked them up off the floor. "You see my ability is true. You have been changed into a pair of shoes. I think I will wear you today, just to see how comfortable you are. In fact, I will not wear any socks at all." He spoke as he put them back on the floor and shoved his feet into them. They felt good as he pressed down on the insoles with his bare feet. The guy made a comfortable pair of adidas sneakers.
Alex wanted to see the ability in person, but never meant that he would be transformed himself. The fact that Daniel was wearing him like a common pair of sneakers made him feel just like an object on his feet. It was painful and hurt almost like a thousand knives as Daniel stood and walked on him. With it being his bare feet, it was more humiliating.
As the day wore on, Daniel's feet began to sweat, going from class to class. Along with the sweat came the slight foot odor form his bare feet. Alex was not liking being a pair of sneakers one bit. The pain was constant over and over. It was a torturous hell. He could slightly hear Daniel chatting with his friends and classmates, laughing and having a good time. There were a few times that Daniel would wiggle his toes and crunching them on his insole face. It was complete foot domination. He so wanted to call out for help, but he knew he lacked the ability to call out for any form of help. He would have to wait till Daniel was done with his day and would hopefully release him.
Daniel returned to his dorm room. He took his shoes off and smelled his feet. There was no foot odor or sweat. He then sniffed his shoes and saw they smelled foul. It was strange that his feet didn't smell of foot odor, but his shoes did. Somehow, the shoes had absorbed his all of his foot sweat and odor, leaving his feet smelling good. He had never had shoes like these. He had thought about releasing the guy after his day was over, but he was starting to change his mind. If these shoes did this for his feet, he might have to keep them longer than expected. "You did a good service to my feet. You did so well, I will keep you a little longer. You might not like that, but you really don't have a choice since you volunteered to be transformed." He placed his shoes under his bed as he prepared to study for his courses. Yet, the thought of wearing his new shoes on the next day were on the fore front of his mind.
THREE WEEKS LATER........
Daniel just came back from the gym. He had worn his favorite pair of shoes. They were so comfortable to wear even at gym sessions. They were still doing an amazing job of keeping his feet dry and smelling fresh. His shoes really reeked of foot odor while his feet were comfortable and smelling great. He had completely forgotten the guy's name if the guy even told him. He was just his shoes now. He had heard that a student had been missing for three weeks. HIs shoes might have been that guy. But since no one knows what he did, no one would be looking his direction. He could keep his shoes for as long as he wanted. There was no need to get rid of his favorite pair of sneakers.
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"Liu? Haven't seen her recently. Me?... I'm their brother."
High as shit in the hospital room so I drew Masc Liu aka Lou/Louis. Key differences are were Liu stands at 6'5 Lou is two inches taller at 6'7, their facial features are slightly more square, and Lou grows his hair a bit longer/wears it lower and more out of his face. Liu's hair is longer in the front, shorter in the back to represent them wanting to be themselves, but still afraid to show their true face while Lou is the opposite to reflect how comfortable they are in another form yet feeling its something they're still hiding behind.
Presenting male takes a lot out of Lou as these features are not their default. He has a habit of dozing off after a couple hours in this body - especially if he has all the "parts" an amab person would have equipped.
#Liu my oc#yandere oc#yandere#yandere art#ibis paint x#Yandere shapeshifter#yandere x reader#yandere imagines
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I had a thought, about the why choose series. What if the dick and ditch was the final straw but, they had all missed something life changing. I had the thought that maybe FMC has a miscarriage (4 guys getting it on has the potential) and none of them answered her or checked on her and that's when she started shutting the relationship down. Like the text, DMs did say what was happening so they just brushed her off as being needy.
Obviously they're neglecting the relationship and it's come to a head but, the Gremlin in my mind is like what if it's so much worse?
Idk, absolutely LOVE your work and anxiously awaiting part 8
Miscarriage is a TW for me, so I don't expect I'll be writing it, but I think if something traumatic happened and they missed it, I'm not sure. Lets say it's not a miscarriage, but an accident of some caliber It could go in two ways if I DID write it
One or more of them resign from their jobs. The entire purpose of them agreeing to all date her was because if one of them fell in the battlefield, there were still three more that could care for her. So they would feel so guilty about being MIA that they immediately resign. I would say either Simon or Kyle. Price is too much of a figurehead in the operation of things and Johnny's specialty is too much of value to sacrifice. Simon would want to have the peace of a life without war, but more so he wants to be right there in case anything happened again. For Kyle, his parents have been trying to set him up for years and trying to coerce him into getting into a safer profession. For him, this is a win-win. He gets to stay at home with you while still feeling like he's helping his team on the home front, while also getting to hang out with his best girl.
There isn't enough groveling. They had all fucked up and it was too late. Wouldn't help that your physical therapist is a 6'7 Austrian tank of a man.
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· 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖚𝖑𝖙𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖓 — Alexei Makarov
— “Try harder, dear. No one escapes from me. And the ones who do, their heads always end up on a goddamn stick.” —
.||° Gender: male
.||° Age: unknown (appears in his mid twenties)
.||° Ethnicity: Russian
.||° Species: Deity's Vessel [ SUCCESSFUL.]
.||° Yandere type: stoic worshipper
Appearance:
.||° Black, hunter eyes that used to be ocean blue. Suppose to represent his deity's eyes.
.||° he has skin paler than what a human suppose to be. Almost as if it was cold and dead.
.||° his hair is a dirty blonde in the hairstyle of a mullet. Though, his hair appears a bit thinner (not too thin) before he was chosen to be a vessel.
.||° He stands at 6'7 (200 cm), lean, and black arms fading from his skin with glowing white veins.
.||° Has a scar on his right cheekbone.
.||° Can shapeshift into a big mass of black liquid with eyes, mouths, hands, legs, and tentacles.
.||° Wears standard lobe piercings with long sliver rectangles earrings.
.||° mostly wearing suits, in a black colour scheme.
Personality:
.||° Ruthless, not afraid to show that to the world and let it burn in front of him.
.||° More serious when lost sanity. Prefer his work to be more professional.
.||° Despite his serious demonic demeanor, he does have some sarcasm and sass in him. But, it always felt unnatural. Like his human side wants his body back.
.||° humane. But too humane to the point people felt doubt to him.
.||° Has some sort of god complex. Happens due to the fact that he's the deity's vessel.
.||° despite his god complex, he has a sense of morals. Unlike his brother.
With a lover:
.||° A stoic worshipper, looks serious but would do anything for his lover.
.||° Would they want coffee? He would kill someone to steal their coffee for his lover. Would his love want new clothes? Say no more. He would kill and steal things just for his darling.
.||° Worships the ground their lover walk on.
.||° would force people to work with the both of them; him and his darling.
.||° oh, his darling want a seat? Use one of his men's back. It's more comfortable as a chair.
.||° Would be the only kind thing he tolerates.
.||° Is a wonderful baker. Would bake his darling sweets just to make them stay.
.||° doesn't share his darling.
.||° Let's hope his darling doesn't ignore his worshipping! Or else their friends are just a puddle of organs.
Strengths:
.||° Force manipulation (Human form)
→ ables him to use physical force fields to crush, twist, break, turn and chop people's bodies.
.||° Tendrils (True form)
→ Ables him to pull, snap, and pierce people with his tendrils.
.||° immortality
→ due to his duty as a vessel, he was cursed with immortality by the deity in him.
Weaknesses:
.||° Something kind (true form)
→ he feeds off of people's fear and hatred towards him. But, kindness disgusts him.
Story:
Living in a darker side of the villain governmental town, Alexei lived in a very dark cult with his brother, Roman. They were inseparable. But something happend at the age of 19.
The cult believes that the hero government were disobeying their deity because their deity is the true hero. So they needed their deity to kill all hero government personnel by in the body of a villain.
For their ritual, they needed two people just in case one of them fails to become one with the deity. And Dmitri was the first one to succeed after years of trying.
But, the human side of Alexei is fighting. Just for his brother.
He just want Roman to survive.
Trivia:
.||° Unlike his brother, he loves animals.
.||° His brother and Alexei shared most things to remind him of his human past; has trouble sharing darlings.
.||° loves to watch the stars.
.||° He likes his human meat ate in a gourmet, fancy way
.||° sometimes wished to disappear.
.||° Doesn't eat human food, but does eat pastries.
#monster x human#monster x reader#monster x you#monster fucker#teratophillia#oc x reader#oc x y/n#oc x you#reader insert#yandere x y/n#yandere x darling#yandere x reader#yanblr#yandere x you#writblr#writers community#writers#writer#writers of tumblr#write#literature#oc ref sheet#oc reference#ocs#oc#original character#[oc] : Alexei Makarov
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What if Sephiroth had a sibling, like, a sister?
How would AGZC react?
Genesis would be ecstatic that there's finally a girl in their friend group to use as a makeup practice dummy, do each other's nails and share embarrassing stories about Sephiroth gossip.
Angeal strives to not treat her any different from the other guys and to make her feel included.
Zack, bless his heart, found out embarrassingly late that Sephiroth had a sister. They look scarily alike, okay?? He didn't question it when Sephiroth had more filling in his chest and petite features one day and was back to being a 6'7 tank the next. That's none of his business.
Zack: So what does Sephiroth's sister look like?
Genesis: Oh, you know. Long silver hair, pretty face, large breasts.
*Sephiroth walks in*
Zack: Hey girl!
Sephiroth:
Pre-Nibelheim Cloud has the biggest crush on Sephiroth's sister, but is too shy to confess to her. Post-Nibelheim Cloud is a different story.
Cloud: THERE'S TWO OF THEM?
#ff7#ffvii#final fantasy 7#sephiroth#final fantasy vii#ffvii crisis core#genesis rhapsodos#ff7 crisis core#angeal hewley#zack fair#cloud strife
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Body Types
Obviously, I cannot draw. I'll just be describing what got them to look like that and (if people want) I'll do the side characters next.
Lucifer
The eldest is first. His height is 6'5. He's the second tallest of all the brothers (only beaten by Beel) and near constantly wears heels so he's normally around 6'7.
Lucifer himself is very naturally beautiful. Like, the embodiment of perfection, mainly because of the Father making him the most perfect angel ever.
He's beautiful, and somewhat fit because Diavolo sometimes drags him with him when he works out. Lucifer himself has more of a gymnast body type (and has the flexibility to match) His muscles aren't as prominent, but he's physically strong. He's about the 3rd strongest of all the brothers (in his own way, of course. Not all strength is the same, but he's about the 3rd strongest)
Mammon
Mammon is one of the shorter brothers, being 6'0 (and a half!! So he says) He's on the shorter half of the brothers, only being taller than Belphie and Asmo.
Mammon isn't ugly, but he falls more on the handsome spectrum than Asmo on the pretty (or sexy) spectrum or Lucifer on the perfection itself spectrum. He's handsome and we love him.
Mammon is a very fast demon and is always a top runner on the track team or basically any sport like that. So Mammon has a runner build. Thick thighs save lives, ya know? Mammon is the 2nd strongest of the family.
Leviathan
Levi is very close in height to Mammon. He's middle ground among his brothers. Levi is 6'1, sandwiched right between the tall ones and the small ones.
Levi falls on the pretty spectrum like Asmo, though not as high on it as Asmo. He's a gamer boy, but Asmo forces all of his brothers to have a skincare routine, so he looks good.
Levi may be pretty, but he is not fit. Once again, he's a gamer boy and an anime nerd who barely leaves his room. He's scrawny and barely works out (besides maybe a game like beat saber) Probably one of the weakest brothers, maybe only beats Belphie
Satan
Ah, Satan. The cat boy, furry, literally every childhood best friend love interest in every romance novel. He's among the taller three brothers. He is 6'3 (and a half) and hates that Lucifer is taller than him.
Satan also falls on the pretty spectrum, but also the handsome spectrum. He's very cute, but also sort of average at the same time. (Don't question it okay)
Satan is on the Fangol team, but he's not very strong. He's a quarterback on the non-varsity team, so he's got a good throwing arm, but certainly not the best. Unlike Beel, he'd rather use his time reading over working out. The 5th strongest brother.
Asmodeus
Asmo is on the shorter half of the brothers (obviously) and is actually the shortest. He just doesn't seem like it because, like Luci, he wears heels all the time. Asmo is 5'9 normally and around 5'11-6'0 in heels.
As stated previously, Asmo falls on the pretty and sexy spectrum. He's not as perfect as Lucifer is, but he shows off far more (and takes better care of himself), so he's generally considered the prettier of the two by the public.
Asmo is similar to Lucifer in how his body type is. He's strong everywhere because he's... you know... the Avatar of Lust? He's always contorting his body in weird, freaky ways. Asmo is the 4th strongest
Beelzebub
Ah, the hunk. Beel is the tallest of the seven brothers, standing at a 6'9 in his human form (just two inches shorter than Diavolo himself!)
Beel falls under the handsome spectrum (though we can all agree he's pretty cute). He just has that strong, manly look to him. He has the jawline and the muscles, so he's pretty high on the handsome spectrum.
We've all seen Beel's physique in game. He's built like a fucking truck. He plays Fangol and is one of the best players on the Varsity team. He's constantly working out. Due to all of this, Beel gets awarded the award of strongest brother.
Belphegor
The sleepy seventh born. Belphie is on the shorter end of the brothers, being only 5'11. When he slouches (which he often is) he's around Asmo's height.
Belphie falls under the pretty spectrum, though lower than Levi on it because he doesn't do a proper skincare routine.
Belphie doesn't work out and doesn't play games that force him to work out like Levi. The only times he ever moves his body is when Beel makes him. By far the weakest brother.
Thank you for all the support I receive on these. Let me know if you want a part two with the undateables
(and if you do if someone could please tell me how tf I link a second part to this)
Feel free to ask for stories or headcanons with my ask box. I know I don't post many stories here, but that's because I haven't written any fanfiction in basically a month (yippee writing slump)
#obey me headcanons#obey me shall we date#obey me lucifer#obey me#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me asmodeus#obey me satan#obey me mammon#obey me swd#obey me leviathan
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IN THE MOONLIGHT
Pairing: Post eclipse Guts x Fem Reader
Warning: angst, mature content, mature language, smut, attempted murder, unprotected sex, fingering, mating press, slight dacryphilia
Summary: Running away from home, you find yourself lingering in the warmth of strange man's arms.
The world was a dangerous place and you clearly understood it but that didn't excuse your alcoholic father's abuse. That's why you ran away from home. You knew the risk and how horrifying the world can be. But there was still a hope, a ray of happiness that you found yourself wishing for. And that ray of hope came in the form of a man, GUTS. You first met him when you started working at a restaurant. From his entrance to his exist everything about this man was entrancing. He ordered a glass of booze and you gladly complied his order. Things escalated between you two from there. He seemed like an interesting and terrifying person at the same time. Standing at a height of 6'7, he towered over you as he stood. Covered in black from head to toe. Filled with rage and anger. But despite all that you found yourself yearning for his soft side. He may not look like it but he had a good heart. Just a broken one. You knew you wouldn't be able to fix it but you could try. That's why you asked to join him as his companion. He refused ofcourse but you weren't going to up so easily, were you? He even as much as threatend to murder you if you tried to follow him. You thought he was kidding , he was not. He tried to swing his large sword to slice up your neck but stopped mid air. Leaving you with a last warning. You confronted him about it telling him you won't be a nuisance to him and that you just wanted to be with him. He finally accepted it with a sigh saying that whatever happened to you from now on is your responsibility and he won't come to your rescue. What a cold-hearted man.
You understood what he meant by that. You were faced with countless monsters everyday with little to no sleep every night. His routine and life everything was mess. A mess that you wanted to fix. You tended his wounds. Took care of him when he slept making sure he didn't wake up. You did everything you could for him. It was not enough and you knew it. It showed on his face. It's not like you can turn back time or anything. You didn't know what happened to him. And he won't even tell you about it. He was your last hope. Someone who you thought could make your miserable life happy. But nothing seemed to work out on him or so you thought.
One night after fighting the monsters that come due to his sacrifice brand. You were treating his wounds. "Why are you doing this for me? Why are you even with me? What is it? I don't understand. You have nothing to gain. Until you are with me you are bound to live as a despicable person. Why not just leave me alone already." He told you, looking straight into your eyes with sorrow. You hugged him as tight as you could. Burying your face into his chest. "Why would would I leave you, Idiot. If that's what I wanted to do I would've never joined you from the start. You mean so much to me. I....really like you. Guts." You admitted to him in a whisper. Holding his suprised face in your hands. You closed off the distance between you two as you finally kissed. Attaching your lips to his. It felt passionate and deep. His large hands holding on to your waist, your hands roaming in his dark hair. Everything felt perfect. He started to take off your dress. You laid down on the cold ground. As you felt shivers on your bare skin. Soon enough his hands started exploring your body. As he bit and sucked on your skin. Tiny moans escaping your mouth as his fingers started to rub on your clit. Separating your thighs apart with his strong hands, he put two of his fingers inside of you. Moving them in a fast pace. You put your arms around his neck leaning him into a rough kiss. Your moans being muffled by the the kiss as you came down your high. Putting your legs up on his shoulders. He positioned himself on your entrance. Slowing entering inside of you. It was a little painful. As you hadn't had sex in a while. It started out slow his thrusts hitting your inside. Your moans started becoming louder as his thrusts became faster. Pressing your legs up to your chest. He started going even deeper inside of you. Hitting all the right spots as you cried out from pleasure. Rough hands holding on to your thighs as he grunted and groaned from his own pleasure. You were close. Really close to your orgasm. "G-Guts, I-I'm gonna c-cum." You whimpered teary eyed. "Yeah, m-me too." He grunted. You both came down your high together. His arms holding you tight as he hugged you after. "I like you too" he said kissing your forehead.
#berserk#smut#berserk smut#guts berserk#guts x reader#griffith#guts smut#griffith smut#manga and stuff#anime#berserk manga
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Civilian clothing? Absolutely and a little Treat as well! Enjoy Lovelies!
O'Connor: Long sleeves and covered neck always, even when hot. Shes insecure about her burn scar and has enough people staring at her for a lifetime. On a very rare occasion does she wear short sleeves and it's ONLY with the 141 around. She likes rich jewel tones and soft fabrics, if it's textured it feels horrible or it's too tight on her skin, she hates how her scar feels. She likes silver jewelry and simple makeup, a bit of gloss and her eyes (shadow, liner, cute wing, and mascara) her nails are always painted whatever colors the sergeants pick. A skirt with nice tights or leggings and a cute boot? Yes. A nice pair of jeans with a cute belt and her old black combat boots, classic. Her hair is up, braided, ponytail, bun or beanie. It's only when she goes somewhere nice does she have it down. Her bag always has her knife, a bandana, and a hair tie along with her phone and wallet.
Price: Lumberjack, lots of well fitting flannels and cable knit short sleeve polos. Nice slacks or jeans with nice combat boots and a well kept leather belt. Nice wrist watch that was a gift from Ghost. Bucket hat that matches his flannels color, he originally only had two but Gaz found a color matched bucket hat for each shirt the man had. He didn't wear them at first but eventually indulged his partner. His beard is always well manicured and trimmed.
Ghost: Mans is unironically fashionable and only wears black. Wears long and short sleeve button ups they're all perfectly tight and hugs his chest and arms well. Soap makes sure of that. Nice jeans or slacks with a black and silver belt and his well worn combat boots. Silver wrist watch, chain necklace, and rings, with black nails. He keeps a face mask on and most times wears a beanie so his eyes and the makeup on them are the only thing seen. There's a difference between Ghost doing his eyes and Soap doing his eyes. Ghost's makeup is what he always does, smeared black nothing fancy. Soap's is intricate with liner and designs, it's still chaotic but in a beautiful way, it's perfect for Ghost.
Gaz: Fashion king, everything he wears is color coordinated with Price. Sweaters with knitted designs or embroidery over a white or black collared shirt. Well tailored black or brown slacks or jeans with a belt to match the sweater main color. Nice pair of chucks customized for Gaz by Soap as a birthday present. Lots of silver jewelry and accessories out the ass.
Roach: Nice acid washed jeans and graphic tees under an unbuttoned flannel. Nice pair of vans and goofy mismatched socks. Patterned belts, multi colored beanies, and chipped nail polish. He keeps his skateboard on him and walks around with his dog Ripley.
Soap: Punk Soap? Punk Soap... Why else the goofy hair cut? He's got a custom leather jacket with hand made patches, studs, and spikes. Graphic or band tees with ripped jeans or colored checkered pants. Well worn black combat boots with custom design embroidery. Chocker with a little ghost charm, rings and layered necklace and bracelets, as well as tongue and ear piercings. Will sometimes wears fake nose and lip piercing jewelry. Nail polish and eye makeup that matches his outfit, wears black lipstick sometimes it drives Ghost crazy.
Lil Treat height and ethnicity ( I think that what its called but idk I'm not smart)
Ghost: 6'7" (British Dad/German Mom)
O'Connor: 6'5" (Irish Mom/Scottish Dad)
Price: 6'4" (Both British Parents)
Gaz: 6'2" (Swahili Mom/British Dad)
Roach: 5'9" (Spanish Mom/Jewish Dad)
Soap: 5'7" (Both Scottish Parents)
#cod modern warfare#cod mw2#cod#cod ghost#cod soap#cod price#cod gaz#cod roach#gary roach sanderson#john soap mactavish#captain john price#simon ghost riley#kyle gaz garrick#ocs#task force 141#ghoap#ghost x soap#price x gaz#fashion
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here's Thatchers Reference sheet. he's my interpretation of 'WTFuture tom' Even tho him and RA tom are not related at all and are two separate characters
Thatcher is Fredrik's second in command and head scientist/inventor of the Anti-Red Army
also His boots are heeled :) he's 6'7 and a half with them on
(and yes he was lowkey inspired off of Zim)
Some lore drop
this is about How Thatcher got his modifications. It was definitely before Fredrik got his new body
(btw Fredrik had his army before he got killed the first time so even before he got his new body he was still Anti-Red) Thatcher already was well insane actually he was more insane than Fredrik before he got his new body so surprisingly Fredrik was the 'normal' one out of the 2 of them before the body transfer which is funny. anyway Thatcher has a tendancy to experiment on himself and add modifications to himself to make him stronger and shit (it fucked with his brain as well if you can't tell lmao) surprisingly they all turn out well, but when he wanted to make a serum to basically give him eternal youth as in he can't age anymore, which it did work! but now he can't live without that pack that he has attached to his back for long periods of time so now he has to deal with that for the rest of his life, again this was waaaayyyyy before RA Tord was created
Speaking of his relationship with RA tord, he was basically the one who was in charge of raising him, he basically took the place of being his 'father figure' while Fredrik was too busy doing his own thing and shit so RA tord has a close familial relationship with Thatcher. RA tord felt betrayed that Thatcher sided with Fredrik before he ran away from the base to get away from the awful, corrupted government system Fredrik created. Thatcher still cares greatly for RA tord and hopes that he's okay and safe despite everything but he only keeps that to himself due to his position he has no choice but to stay silent and side with Fredrik, plus they have a lot of history together. its a complicated situation.
#eddsworld#eddsworld fanart#eddsworld au#digital art#eddsworld fandom#eddsworld art#art#eddsworld tom#wtfuture
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OC Introductory Post
Hello, and thank you for stopping by my blog! I'm Hazel and this is my main character for everything FFXIV related, from raiding to rp'ing. My pronouns are he/him, I'm an early 20's college student still trying to figure out what to do with my life, but I'm getting there!
I had mentioned this before but I'll reiterate it here: this blog was originally just for my main FFXIV OC, Hazel Kha, but because trying to manage multiple blogs was pushing me away from doing anything with these character I'm consolidating this one to have all of my OCs on it rather than just one. Those old blogs will remain up to keep the content from disappearing but I will not be utilizing them anymore. I'm sorry if you followed me here exclusively for the Hazel stuff, she will still be the main focus of most of my posts here but there will be others posted up here and there.
I'm situated on Zalera (Crystal) and spend most of my time either raiding or taking GPose shots, but regardless I look forward to seeing everyone's creativity here on the Tumbles.
Anyways, onto the intro bits to them all below the Read More
Hazel Kha
Age: 24
Race: Xaela Au Ra
Height: 6'4"/193cm
Nameday: 25th Sun of the First Umbral Moon (February 22nd)
Gender: Female (She/Her)
Sexuality: Bisexual
Carrd: Here!
A young hunter and warrior of the Kha tribe, Hazel is a proud daughter of the Azim Steppe who has always longed to see more, to do more. Through her mother's collection of foreign books and literature she came to daydream and wonder of the lands beyond the Steppe. Her desire for adventure high a fever pitch when coming into possession of a wandering samurai's soul crystal, and all the memories and knowledge it contained. She would hold on to the stone dearly for years, until one fateful day she had a chance encounter of a lifetime and through it found her way across the waters to Eorzea. After arriving she found herself under the employment of the Sharlayan scholar Nolanel Corbeaux, working as both research assistant and hired hand to help defend against threats. Not long after Hazel finds herself under the tutelage of Lia Amelune of Ishgard, retired Dragoon and head of her own noble house. Extremely curious and adventurous by nature, Hazel's love of the unknown is matched only by her competitiveness. Idealistic and prideful, Hazel takes to each new day with excitement and wonder in her eye.
Claire Ashe (Claire Bas Syndris)
Age: 29
Race: Garlean
Height: 6'2"/188cm
Nameday: 17th Sun of the Third Astral Moon (May 17th)
Gender: Female (She/Her)
Sexuality: Lesbian
A pureblooded Garlean who spent most of her childhood and teenage years living in Ala Mhigo under Garlean occupation. She grew up befriending many of the Ala Mhigan children there without her parents knowing. After her two closest friends were beaten to death in the streets, Claire revoked her family name and fled the city, no longer disillusioned by the Garlean propaganda she was fed her entire life. She traveled to Ul'dah and came into contact with the Lemures, where she was then trained by Drusilla as a Reaper. With her training and pact with the Voidsent Sidian, Claire aided in the revolution to liberate Ala Mhigo from Garlean control. She now works aboard the merchant ship The Enduring Deeds as a deckhand and the ship's main cook. She wears a bandana at all times to hide her third eye, paranoid over the general consensus most people have of Garleans. She puts up a cold and harsh exterior, which as of this point might not be as much of an act anymore, but underneath is a truly kind soul afraid of being hurt and hurting others just from existing.
Derrinall Evramont
Age: 33 (physically)
Race: Duskwight Elezen (also Ashkin/Undead)
Height: 6'7"/201cm
Nameday: 9th Sun of the First Astral Moon (January 9th)
Gender: Male (He/Him)
Sexuality: Pansexual
Derrinall Evramont originally lived during the final years of Gelmorra. His family were that of knights, dedicated to serving the people, though unfortunately his life was not lost in service of this oath. Sickness claimed him a few years before the total fall of Gelmorra, his soul adrift yet still holding strong to his memory and sense of self for centuries...that is, until he was brought back to the star for reasons he did not know. When he awoke again he wandered the ruins of the crypt he was buried in, eventually stumbling upon two he would learn to be kindred spirits, in a way. The two strangers helped him to recover even as he kept his personal information close to his chest, eventually pointing him to work and housing in Ishgard. He found work under Lia Amelune, both as house servant and a member of the House's ranks of knights. Derrinall's previous experience as a knight of Gelmorra saw him quickly rise through the ranks to become Captain, a title he holds with pride and only the occasional harassment of the Lady he serves.
E'venna Zekiel
Age: 22
Race: Seeker of the Sun Miqo'te
Height: 5'4"/162cm
Nameday: 3rd Sun of the Sixth Astral Moon (November 3rd)
Gender: Female (She/Her)
Sexuality: Straight
E'venna Zekiel is the eldest daughter of five children. After her father was tempered by Ifrit and subsequently killed, she took it upon herself to help her mother care for her younger siblings, specifically her triplet younger sisters. It wasn't an easy road to get where she and her family are now, especially in a place such as Ul'dah. E'venna began her "career" in back alley fights, as she had always been scrappy in a brawl. After getting into an impromptu fight outside the Pugilist's Guild she was offered membership, and upon joining took it upon herself to partake in Coliseum matches. The shine of her golden hair is matched only by her bright smile and optimistic personality. Combined with her unorthodox and playful fighting style in matches and soon E'venna had earned her the nickname "The Dancing Coeurl" from dedicated fans of her's. Her tournament winnings are a major boon to the family, with it they are able to put the three youngest through a formal education. Her family members almost all strongly disapprove of E'venna's line of work she can't imagine herself doing anything but. She's found her place, and that's in the ring.
Exploding Goldfish
Age: 36
Race: Hellsguard Roegadyn
Height: 7'2"/218cm
Nameday: 30th Sun of the Third Umbral Moon (June 28th)
Gender: Male (He/Him)
Sexuality: AroAce
Exploding Goldfish, simply known as "Fish" by most everyone, was born to a family of miners in Uldah. Throughout his life he was surrounded by heavy machinery, sparking a lifelong love of machines and inventing. His youth was spent learning everything he could about technology. His studies eventually paid off and he scored the job of his dreams working as part of Garlond Ironworks...for a while. An accident during a project cost Fish partial vision in his left eye and his position in the company. Scarred and humiliated, he drifted for months before finally finding secure work and pay at Wolves' Den Pier. Fish spent his time maintaining the machines used in "Rival Wings" competitions, and when he wasn't working on repairs he was drowning his self-pity in alcohol. It wasn't all for nothing, however. While at Wolves' Den, Fish chanced upon meeting a scrawny Viera living under the pier; Qara Wen. It took some coaxing but eventually Fish was able to befriend him, and over time that friendship evolved into brotherhood. And so when Fish was recruited to join the merchant ship The Enduring Deeds, his one request was that Qara be welcomed aboard as well.
Perseverance "Percy" Kha
Age: 9
Race: Hyur
Height: 4'7"/140cm
Nameday: 3rd Sun of the Second Astral Moon (March 3rd)
Gender: Female (She/Her)
A certain time, and a certain place...where a certain young spark was chosen to light the way. It is in this reality that a young girl lost everything. Her family was killed, and even her memory of them were taken from her. She was rescued from the same fate as her mother and father by the Warrior of Light, Hazel Kha. With no one else left alive to raise the child Hazel became Percy's guardian, and slowly accepted her place as the child's new mother figure. Hazel has been slowly acclimating the young girl to her new life, hoping to be able to deliver the childhood she deserves. Perseverance has grown to love reading, a pastime brought about by Hazel's own love of literature. Thanks to her favorite genre being heroic fantasy and also viewing her new mother as a larger than life hero, Percy has become fascinated with the idea of being a hero herself once she grows older. She is soft spoken, quiet, and quite blunt when she does speak, but Percy does have a good heart. What the future holds for her only time will tell, but thanks to the love of her new family, Perseverance's future is shining bright.
#introductory post#pinned post#ffxiv#ffxiv gpose#ffxiv screenshots#ffxiv oc#au ra#xaela#hazel kha#garlean#claire ashe#elezen#duskwight#derrinall evramont#miqo'te#seeker of the sun#e'venna zekiel#roegadyn#hellsguard#exploding goldfish#hyur#midlander#perseverance kha
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