#eliseo ask

[forsworn-interactive-fiction]

Care to share some facts about the ROs?

Firstly I would like to say sorry for the late response but to answer your question here are some fun facts about the ROs

Mira: Mira is one of the least trusting ROs her whole route will involve the severity of her trust issues and I would say it is one of if not thee most angst filled routes. For a true fun fact Mira is related to one of the ROs, it is not Terrene.

Alethea: Alethea values freedom above all else and does not like feeling obligated to anything or anyone again this will come up in her route, also Alethea is the reason the MC was able to find an in into well the castle.

The Knight: The knight’s is a very closed off person their route will be very slow burn, depending on what job MC ends up getting at the castle it can progress faster however. Also don’t tell anyone but The Knight is a fan of Alethea’s music and secretly enjoys attending banquets and balls with Mira because it means that Alethea will most likely be playing there.

Eliseo: Eliseo has been best friends with the MC since the death of MC’s family and would do anything for MC I mean the true definition of a ride or die definitely the least angst filled route. Eliseo also has an army of stray cats that he shares ownership of with Alethea and MC (if MC so wishes)

Terrene: Terrene is a master at strategies and MC is currently at the heart of her plan, yet she cannot risk anything more than a symbiotic relationship or can she? Terrene has a love for swans and is often times seen providing the wild ones in the royal garden with food when no one is looking so that they will return to the garden again.

???: honestly I can’t say any serious shit without it being spoiler territory but I will give y'all a little something and say they love snow.

[f1-unpopularopinions]

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Send us your unpopular F1 opinions!

[anomal-studios]

if you could pick one fictional realm to live in for a year, what would you choose? (If you have an OC for that, you can be them)

Hmmm…Elíseo would DEFINITELY want to live in the world of “THE GUARDIANS OF CHILDHOOD!”

(Aka RISE OF THE GUARDIANS)

[cheerstotheelites-if]

Humans from a young age have the natural incline towards wanting to be acknowledged by others. This inclination doesn't stop even when death is knocking on their door. What would the ROs want their legacy to be? How do they want to be remembered?



Weylyn: Weylyn's a simple guy, and he likes the simpler things in life, so he wouldn't mind dying as a good person to everyone he holds dearly.

Fleur: Just a normal girl who lived a good life. She doesn't want a grand legacy like her father pushes her to have, unfortunately for him.

Zephyrine: Of course, well known and loved by all. Probably as a famous celebrity or an internet influencer, but realistically, just well known by the normal folks she knows and loves.

Eliseo: Certainly as a magazine cover boy, or a famous billionaire like Bruce Wayne. He's got the looks, the personality, the charisma, and the growing riches.

Cooper: He hasn't really thought that far because of... reasons, but if you ask him now, probably an overlord with a skeleton army. Yes, he's serious about the skeleton army.

Ophelia: She hasn't put much thought about it, because legacies are something she's iffy about, but she wouldn't mind dying as a famous horror artist.

Jasiel: A survivor. No, he will not elaborate why no matter how many times you pry him to open up.

[sil3ntm0thart]

silly suit

[bunny-jpeg]

i only got eyes for you

col. alejandro vargas

cw: smut/pwp, protective!alejandro (borderline possessive), body worship, tender sex, missionary position

bunny says: like the fic? leave a comment! really like the fic? suggest your own. i'm always opened to new ideas <3

"do i scare you, dove?" he asked as he hand trailed up your thigh, pushing up the rather short skirt you wore. his dark eyes met yours as he smiled, "i've done a lot of bad things for the sake of safety."

you sat down in his lap and cupped his face tenderly, there was a small buzz in your head from the feeling of your lover's broad hand on your thigh. you leaned in close to him and replied, "alejandro. you're a good man, you could never convince me otherwise. i'm not scared of you."

he reached for your hair and combed his fingers through it, "good." he smiled then pulled you gently to his lips.

-

you knew that alejandro was a good man. he was protective in a way that some would view as alarming. at times it put him at odds with himself, was he keeping you trapped like a bird?

but if something happened to you.

the idea of losing you had him double checking the locks before bed. he left extra kisses on your neck before he left for missions. and always came home with flowers.

you met him by chance, you were in university in the city he was stationed at. you just thought he was a charming man, until you found his id in his wallet the next morning. you had slept with a special operative. he caught you with his wallet in your hand, for a moment you thought that he was going to pull out some fighting moves and knock you out... or worse.

"i guess you found my little secret. i lied about my name. it's not eliseo." he shrugged, "can't be going around and giving away my identity, even to pretty girls." he closed the gap between you two, he held onto your chin and looked at you, "but i am curious how alejandro sounds on your tongue."

i mean what were you supposed to do, not invite him for breakfast. after that it felt like your two lives sort of melded together. he came home from long grueling missions and would just lie on top of you. he wanted to make sure that his woman was safe till his return.

"no one else touched you, right?" he asked lowly as his hands ran up and down your arms.

you squirmed occasionally in his touch and replied, "not a soul. i'd never want anyone else alejandro. i thought about you every day." then you started to slowly kiss him.

he made a soft noise against you as his calloused hands roamed up the front of your sleeping shirt. you're the one he came home too, the woman he'd go through hell for.

and what a beautiful woman you were. it was why he worried so much about other men getting their hands on you. you were his slice of heaven and would bend the earth to make sure that you stayed that way.

call him possessive, but to lose someone so precious would turn him into a man who could not be contained by any means. so as his hands trailed your stomach, his heated gaze on you, you felt under his control.

"alejandro." you said softly.

he kissed you once more and toyed with your breast under your shirt. he heard you soft noise in your kiss then pulled away and looked down at you, "yes, my dove." both hands were still under your shirt, he was touching you gently.

"did you miss me?" you pouted.

he smiled softly and kissed you on the forehead, "every second we were apart it felt like hours." he slowly pulled the shirt over your head and exposed your breasts to him.

he kissed you once more as he started to work on his pants, which he kicked to the bottom of the bed, his hands then hooked into the waistband of your sweatpants before they were off too. in a tussle on the bed, you were both stripped on your clothes.

alejandro's cock was quite impressive. he chuckled and told you he was just "average" but you were certain that "average" didn't feel like it was in the back of your throat every time he fucked you.

he gazed down at you, "you'd tell me if anyone tried to touch you, right?" he leaned in once more, your noses almost touching. his energy was almost intimidating, it made you stomach twist in a good way.

he was feared, that was certain. he didn't get to where he was by being a pacifist. if he got his hands dirty, even for a good cause, it meant others got to stay clean. simple as that.

you both laid in bed together, where he kissed along your heated skin. he kissed along the hills and valleys of your body. the plushness under his hands as he held your hips. a goddess. a symbol of the divine feminine. the thought made him smile as he slowly kissed your breasts. he could almost feel your heartbeat.

"nothing will ever hurt you, my dove." he said softly as he gazed at you briefly before he pressed more kisses. he worshiped your body in ways that made his cock twitch.

that was why he found himself to be on the possessive side when it came to you. your name, location and other information was under a tight lock and key.

he pressed his head up against your stomach and held your hips for a moment. he exhaled deeply, "never leave me." he said out loud, but internally said, or i will have to find you.

sometimes it slipped out, the obsessive need to know that he'd never be without you. while you never noticed the intensity of what he was saying, it simply meant he could continue to pile on the security to keep his dove safe.

you ran your fingers through his dark hair and said, "alejandro. i would never, i love you too much." you watched him look up at you once more and take your hand off his hand to kiss it.

"then be good and let me take care of you." he let go and pulled away from you. he got between your legs, his cock at full attention. he rubbed it gently against the entrance of your slit. the wetness made a shiver run through him.

you reached out for him, but ended up with your hands buried in the covers. you loved him deeply, even if he could be off-putting. you labelled him as protective, even if your friends thought he was a little possessive. like who needed to check on the cameras in the house if it was just you there? but you shrugged it off, he just wanted you safe. what was wrong with that?

"are you ready, my dove." he said softly. your pussy was enticing to him, the feeling of your heat around his cock was like muscle memory, baked into his core.

you nodded, "i'm always ready for you."

he smirked. so eager, so soft and gentle. of course you fell for a man like him, you needed someone to protect you. keep you safe against a world that would take you limb from you. he leaned forward as pushed his cock deep inside of you with ease.

he chest was pressed against yours as he put his weight on you. kept you pinned down to the bed as he fucked your cunt. the sounds of your love making filled the room. your noises sounded angelic to him.

a paradise for his pleasure, the most beautiful woman in the world letting him rut his cock into you. he dug his nose into your hair as he held your hips. he moved against you, he could feel the racing of your heart.

he chuckled, "good girl. my good girl." as his grip tightened a little more. he continued to thrust into you, your bodies moved together in a rhythm that made both of you hot all over.

the kissing became sloppier as you felt your head begin to feel dizzy. despite the rush of hormones in your body, it still felt hazy as you partner held you tightly and fucked into your tight head.

he gave you soft words of praise as he grew hotter all over. his angel. there was no other woman like you, he just thought you were simply perfect. and nothing could ever convince him otherwise. he held onto your hips and thrusted up into you.

you wrapped your legs around him tightly as you moved up and down the bed. your cheeks felt flushed, pleasure was taking over. your hands soon roamed his back as you felt the strength of him.

"mine." he simply said. then went into for another searing kiss. the electricity between you two felt hot. there was a flame in your belly as you tried to meet his pace. he simply said close to you, "stay still, my dove. be good for me."

his voice sounded darker, laced with heavy pleasure as he began to pick up the pace. he watched your expression change the deeper you fell into lust.

you moaned out loud as you felt the rush through your body. with a few more heavy thrusts of his hips, you dug your nails into his back and tightened around him. your buried your head in his shoulder and climaxed.

he held onto you as tightly as he could and fucked you. it was good proper fucking as you started to fall from your orgasmic high. he kept a good grip on you as he finished inside of you.

"alejandro!" you whimpered as you felt the pace slow down.

he slowed to a still then let go of his tight grip on your body. he kept his eyes on your blissed out expression as he pulled out and laid next to you on the bed. he reached for your face and pulled you in for another kiss.

"good girl." he purred before he settled himself beside you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. he kept you close as he came down from his own high, his cock still soaked in your wetness.

he kissed you a few more times before he simply gazed at you with warmth in his chest. you were his girl and nothing could ever break you two apart. he simply wouldn't let it happen.

and he'd make sure you never forget who your man was. the good, proper man he was. <3

[porcelcinarchived]

⊰       the feeling of longing lay heavy in her chest , loneliness burning through her heart, leaving it all empty and hollow. in a country so far from her own, she felt abandoned with martina’s words still ringing in her head. intruder . never belonging even when the rinaldis were all she had. there was a truth in the air, one that she didn’t want to swallow, choosing to rather suffocate on her stubbornness . wearing pride like a garment meant to veil her forgotten vulnerability . yet, she’d found herself wanting to talk to the king, her husband. share some of the loneliness she’d felt . and once she’d even found herself crossing the invisible border, drawn by their feigned callousness,  separating their bedrooms by only one small step . but when she entered the room, it was empty and it took her another day fighting off her pride, another day of an empty room and it went on until she finally accepted the realization of a lone fate. that maybe martina’s words, nagging at her desolate heart, were not only meant to hurt her . she was an intruder and even the king couldn’t bother to talk to her. but who was she to blame him for that ? she fulfilled her duties, tried to be a good queen and save italy from the shame that came with a penniless fate . when she married into the italian family, she never expected love. perhaps she even refused it . love was scary, like a self-inflicted wound, a knife she’d turn inside herself .  it’d blind her from what was important. their country, the rinaldis, people she almost dared to call her family. 

when she heard the knock on the door, she expected her guard nario to tell her one of his other made-up joke. admittedly, she found them funny but would only belittle them as foolish. however, when she opened the door, her eyes squinted when the light invaded her dark room, the figure indicating that it was eliseo, the lost king. at least that’s what she’d call him, since she hadn’t seen him for so long . for a moment, she was too stunned to speak. hardened features fighting with surprise, and a newfound softness, when her lips almost curved ever so slightly. why was the king usually admired for his eloquence, suddenly stumbling over his sentences ? and why was it amusement, softening her expression when she could finally speak. “ i haven’t.” a lie. she’d eaten because she’d chosen to eat alone ever since she’d noticed his absence,  proof that she apparently didn’t care about her solitude. but narisa had noticed the exhaustion dragging his handsome features and she didn’t have the heart to decline his offer. not when he’d worked so hard for italy. “ although i must admit, i’m quite surprised by your request i thought we were playing hide and seek but you chose to reveal yourself to me.” her tone wasn’t as harsh or scolding as it usually was. it was teasing,  yet, stubborn and petty as always, she at least needed to mention his recent absence. “ or is anyone watching us ? ” she asked, gesturing nario to come with them when she stepped out of her room “ you’ve been acting strange lately, eliseo. first i find these english letters  written by you and now you’re requesting my presence .” she wondered if people were questioning their relationship and if they had to act affectionate. “ or is it your allergies ? ” 

closed for @porcelcin​

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      As of late, Eliseo had been, in his own way, avoiding the shared sitting room between the bedchambers for the Rinaldi couple. The Italian rulers had always been like planets in a system, orbiting one another && only rarely seeming to pass the other by at close range. Two distant worlds, sharing space && air, but disjointed && disconnected as they spiraled out into the vastness alone.     Or maybe, Eliseo was homesick, and the scent of Narisa’s hair when a breeze would brush it past his cheek she she stood at his side reminded him of home. The gentle lines her face would write with each frown, or the glee that would bloom in his chest at the twitch of a ghosting smile. 

    Babies were being born, or announced, and hands were being clasped as wedding vows uttered, and all around them, it seemed - life went on, and Eliseo watched as one by one, his siblings found their futures at his hand. It was beginning to dawn on him that he was living his future. His ending. And within it all, it seemed, Narisa remained a vision behind stained glass, seen but untouchable, and Eliseo’s heart ached for something to call his own.       However… Martina had been there, each time he’d thought to try. He was a terrible brother for it, for hiding out from them both, their squabbles && bickering floating through the walls && causing him to take long rides on horseback, desperate to escape their arguing, their incessant chatter. Whatever issues that needed delt with between them, Eliseo turned a blind eye; to choose between wife or sister would be an unfortunate predicament, so he played dumb, and idly bid his time. 

   The afternoon was still, and it was quiet, it was calm. Lazy gardeners out the high-arched window tended trellis of blooming petals, and it was that beauty of a sunshine rose that prompted his feet forward, his sister’s words an echo in his mind, and his feet carried him to the entrance of Narisa’s room. Giving a nod hello to her guard standing at the ready, Eliseo’s knuckles rapped confidently upon the wooden planks that separated him from her, and he fixed his jacket quickly. “Narisa,” He greeted, with a smile, albeit one somewhat forced - though it always was, these days. “I request your company with me for dinner, unless you have eaten… then tomorrow, if that is the case tonight.”

[exhausted-archivist]

Nice Long Info Dump of Anjou Baskar

I'm just gonna talk about Anjou cause I can't sleep and this has been all the things running through my head the past few days. I can't find a good ask meme for her to riff off of (if you have one do feel free to send it my way.) I'm also writing this with the end point being the start of her cookery journey in 9:44 Dragon.

Anjou Baskar

She/Her Born: 8th of Harvestmere 9:06 Dragon Favorite Colour: Greens and Creme colours Favorite Food: Spiced pears and pomegranates with goat cheese Favorite Drink: Elderflower tea

Family: Daughter to Ottilie and Markus Baskar Sister to Myrtille, Cassi, and Ambra Baskar Cousin to Lichen and Milena "Greenie" Gundaar, Lorena and Eliseo Gunnarr

Home: Anjou grew up on the border to Nevarra, the Anderfels, and Tevinter in a small city between Nessum and Perendale. Honestly, haven't nailed down exactly where, but leaning more towards the river. Her family does finance themselves through being merchants.

This city is where Anjou's family keep their main warehouses, a library, museum, and their estate. Most of the city's population are dwarves, humans, and elves. Grey Wardens are common visitors, partially because the city acts as a small way station and because the Baskar House has strong connections with the Wardens going back to the First Blight.

Anjou grew up on the house estate, being part of the main family line. She would often visit the house farms run by the Gundaar family, where she would take lessons with her cousins Lichen and Greenie as both of them specialized in natural areas of study. Lichen preferring geology and Greenie being focused on botanical studies.

Her cousins Lorena and Eliseo were a branch of the family that focused on the studies of combat and weapons. Eliseo is a skilled smith and Lorena a skilled warrior. Lorena left when Anjou was 16 to join the Wardens, and Eliseo joined her, aiming to be a smith for the Order.

Timeline

At the young age of 17, Anjou set off to study the culinary practices of Nevarran chefs, having taken interest in their attention for food pageantry as well being a hot spot for not only cultural food trades, but a hub for traditional practices of the Mourn Watch. (9:23 Dragon)

At the age of 21, she set off to apprentice with an Orlesian pastry chef; endeavoring to master their various desserts. It was around this time that she started hearing whispers about the Fifth Blight in Ferelden through her friend Silas' letters and other dwarven merchants who came from Orzammar. But she, and many others in western Orlais - as well as the surface in general - expressed a fair bit of doubt. (9:27 Dragon)

At the age of 25, she goes home at her parents request. Their refusal to allow her to continue her studies in Ferelden where the blight just ended the primary reason. Silas' confirmation on there actually having been a blight convinces her to listen.

When she is home, Silas stops by for a visit. This is the first time Silas meets Anjou's parents, who were expecting a nice dwarven man that was suitor trying to woo their daughter. Having heard about him and his good character from Anjou's cousin Lorena, they approved of him as a marriage prospect. They were surprised to be greeted by a very tall human Grey Warden. It was also this visit home, that Silas took Anjou on a date for the first time and Anjou realized that Silas not only had feelings for her but that she was open to the idea of a relationship with him. (9:31 Dragon)

At the age of 26, Silas was sent on a mission to Kirkwall after some curious events there. Anjou took the opportunity to travel with him and then make her way up to Antiva. (9:32 Dragon)

At the age of 28, news of the First Battle of Kirkwall reaches her parents and they urge Anjou to leave Markham and continue to Antiva where they got her a position in a well known kitchen. She relents, and makes the move. (9:34 Dragon)

At the age of 32, she was welcomed into the kitchen of a Fereldan noble, Mila Khans. There she studied fermentation, smoking, and other utilitarian food preparations while also the proper presentation. While in service of the Khans house, Anjou learned a surprising amount of eel and apple recipes - not that many overlapped between the two. (9:38 Dragon)

At the age of 34, the conflict brewing between mages, templars, and the Chantry and the brewing Orlesian civil war cut her Ferelden studies short. Her family worried she'd be trapped there should conflict break out, summoned her home in the summer of 9:40 Dragon. A month after she arrived home, news of the civil war washed through Orlais. (9:40 Dragon)

At the age of 35, the Breach. Anjou was more or less confined to the family estate for the entirety of 9:41, as was most of the children of House Baskar. During that time she spent most of her time working at the Merchant branch. They received word from Weisshaupt they needed supplies and support in the Anderfels and Anjou jumped at the chance to leave as well as go to visit Silas. For the next two years Anjou worked with the Wardens and during this time their romantic relationship deepened, though no formal courtship was started. She was called away by her parents and at Silas' urging as a civil war among the Wardens was brewing and tensions were rising.

At the age of 38, Anjou and a majority of the House Baskar and the offshoot houses met with concerns. Troubling information was pouring in through their contacts was reinforcing the 14 year old rumor of the incoming Blight in the Anderfels, Qun movement in the south, continued disruptions by the Venatori, the weakening grip of the Archon on Tevinter, and many more. The debate to begin the call for mass archive goes on long before the consensus is reached.

With the decision to start the process, Anjou informs her parents of her intention to document the foods across Thedas as well. They implore her to travel with a guard as she's never been without company. While she agrees initially, at dawn the next morning she leaves the family home on her little shetlend pony.

A few months into her journey, she finds herself traversing into the Frostbacks. Making her way up the slops with her pony, solo, she gets herself in a little situation that puts her in need of rescue. Luckily Audur and his sister happen to be traveling by when they see her and her pony get buried in snow from the trees above.

Audur pulls her out the siblings take Audur to their hold. It is from there that she begins her first point of archiving. She asks about and writes down a wealth of recipes over the course of the next two months till the weather clears enough for travel. Audur and Anjou become quite close and since Anjou made it to the hold with more or less sheer luck, Audur offers to escort her down.

But once they reach the base, Audur decides to continue traveling with her. They later meet up with Silas once back on the main road at the first tavern they reach. Silas had been tracking Anjou down since he received word from her parents, they had asked for him to do them the favor of escorting Anjou. More than willing, he started on his way to meet up at the estate, only to find she had a month head start on him. Winter weather and the like slowed him down despite his best efforts, and he was genuinely surprised she had made it to the Frostbacks.

Silas joins Audur in escorting Anjou and this is pretty much where I'm at.

[peachgardendreams]

OC: Eliseo

I made an OC a while back and it got out of hand.

Basic Information:

Name: Eliseo (Eli)

Yokai or Human: Night Swan

Abilities: Dream Seer, Compulsion, Clan Member, Elemental Pact

Territory: Dark Territory

Base of Operation: Dark Territory, Cottage in the Borderlands (Post Mainstory)

Gemstone Location: Tongue

Generation: 1st Generation Clan member

Attributes:

Height: 178cm

Hair Color: Black

Eyes Color: Hazel

Top or Bottom: Bottom

Summary:

Eli is a swan yokai who formed a contact with Huey when he was very young in order to leave the Dark Territory. A few centuries later they have a falling out and Eli returns to the Dark Territory. He stays there until the events of the main story. This is when the clan finds him in the Dark Forest where he’s been investigating the strange essence fluctuations in the forest and trying to reach the Dark Altar to regulate it.

Family Tree:

Family members

Great Grandfather: Lucero

Grandmother: Rosales

Maternal Uncle: Clemente

Mother: Marisela

Father: Castel

Eldest Sister: Susana

Second Sister: Lorena

OC: Eliseo

Cousin: Ines

Half Brother: Francisco

Night Swans

Eli is a specific type of swan called a Night Swan. Night Swans are native to the Dark Territory. They’re different from other types of swans due to a power given to them by the elemental spirits of darkness. Night Swan typically develop a “human” form when they reach adolescence. It’s a temporary form that can only be used in water because it requires them to be able to connect to the elemental spirits. Apart from their unique constitution some Night Swans develop a power called Dream Seeing. It’s this power that has allowed them to live in the Dark Territory for so long.

Compulsion

Apart from these two powers most Night Swans possess a power called Compulsion. With this they can temporarily control living and non-living objects. Non-living are the easiest to control because they have no free will of their own.

Living things are harder depending on what they are. Plants and certain animals can still fight back against their control. Especially if the swans are asking them to do something outside of what they normally would do.

Basically flowers can be asked to bloom out of season but you can’t ask a daisy to become a rose.

Diet

The Night Swans don’t eat humans (majority of them). They will attack them if they feel threatened by the presence of humans but they’re still swans and stick to mostly swan-like diet with some variation: water plants, fish, amphibians and smaller birds or mammals. They’re opportunistic carnivores.

Relationships with Other Clan Members

Yakumo:

Eli would probably see a lot of his younger self in Yakumo. He was very shy when he first came to the Light Territory and experienced a lot of culture shock. He also had difficulty controlling his powers in the beginning and would be very supportive when it comes to Yakumo. Overall they would become good friends since they share a lot of common ground. Eli would teach Yakumo how to cook some dishes from the Dark Territory. (He’s constantly bringing Yakumo different types of fish)

Kuya:

Those two have know each other for years. Eli and Kuya have a sort of Junior/Senior relationship. Kuya is somewhat protective over Eli but more in a, “Only I can bully him” type of way and has even been able to get Eli to participate in some of his pranks. However, Kuya does view Eli as naively optimistic when it comes to humans. Meanwhile Eli feels like Kuya wants to see the worst in people sometimes. He was pretty happy when he found out that Eli had left for the Dark Territory years back. He knew that being around Huey wasn’t good for Eli.

Garu:

They’re besties They’d get along perfectly. Garu would be able to get Eli to interact with the others and not make him feel like he’s an outsider. They go fishing on the weekends.

Quincy:

Another clan member that Eli has known for a long time. Their dynamic is also a sort of Senior/Junior relationship but it’s a little weird considering that when Eli first met Quincy he looked younger than he actually was. This lead to Quincy sometimes treating him like a kid. Quincy’s overall opinion of Eli is a positive one but he recognizes that Eli is a very lonely person.

Rei:

They like to gossip. I feel like when Rei joined the clan he and Eli were around the same mental age so they got along pretty well. Not only that but they both have that natural curiosity. However I feel like Rei’s departure from the clan may have somewhat influenced Eli.

Blade:

They’re besties pt.2 I feel like in the beginning Eli would be a little taken aback by Blade’s outgoing personality but he would quickly get over it once he realizes that’s just how Blade is. He’s definitely helping Blade collect more knick knacks.

Olivine:

Olivine is another clan member that would be very helpful in getting Eli readjusted. They share a lot of common struggles in terms of the pressure they feel by their family and the people around them. The main difference is that Eli has somewhat resigned himself to being unlikable and feels freed by his status as a black sheep of the family. However he’s aware of what comes with that status and would probably not want that for anyone else. He would probably try to help him out in his own secret ways, he would make Olivine think he’s losing it sometimes because Eli’s idea of showing appreciation is to make himself scarce and not “get in the way”.

Edmond:

Eli likes Edmond’s strong sense of responsibility. They’d get along pretty well. Eli would probably get heartburn from just watching the amount of sugar that Edmond is consuming. Eli likes sweets but ones that aren’t too sweet.

Dante:

They both have pacts with the elemental spirits. Apart from that I don’t think they would talk much when they first met. Eli is pretty quiet on his own and without someone else to help move the conversations along they’ll have to endure a lot of awkward silences. In the end they would both recognize each other’s strengths and silently agree, “I can trust this gay”.

Relationship with Eiden

In the beginning Eli was very skeptical of the new Grand Sorcerer but was willing to give Eiden the chance to prove himself. After all he had made it all the way to the Dark Territory and had gotten some of the original clan members to join him. He’s a bit cold and distant at first. Mostly because he’s watching Eiden to see what he does without any help. Eventually he does warm up to Eiden and even starts to open up to him.

[alienidolism]

hii :3 can i ask for names beginning with e please ?

of course !! ↓ tried to do a whole list since it was just names , i hope u like it !!!

ezekiel , esme , étoile , edenne , eros , elaria , eponine , eunisia , equus , élodie , elowen , ellwyn , evangeline , estelle , echolalia , echopraxia , echomimia , enya , ephraim , eliseo , eudora , eocursor , ethel , etheliene , ebony , elegg , euphemia , eleven , eucalyptus , eclipsis , endymion , edelweiss , echium , echinacea , eupatorium , elin , eilonwy , enzi , endi , endellion , esmeray , eunice , elden , eldern , efienne , errol , estrella , eluned , eludess

[jurakan]

I’ll take any of your fun facts this week!

Alright, Today You Learned about the Amphiptere!

[Don't ask me how to say that out loud.]

This was a type of dragon that became very popular to depict in European heraldry, though not as much as wyverns or cocktrices. It is, in essence, a snake with wings. The notion of winged snakes goes back to ancient Egypt and Biblical texts, though I don't know if there's a direct connection to the amphiptere.

The above illustration is the most commonly used one, and it's from Edmund Topsell's History of Serpents (page 701! Took me forever to find).

Interesting, the book Dragonology (which was made for fun, don't take it as a mythological source) classifies it as an American dragon, and suggests that Quetzalcoatl is a type of amphithere. How then it would appear in heraldry before contact with the New World then, I don't know.

It's also not too far off from the Cuélebre of Spanish mythology/folklore:

Carving is by Asturian artist Eliseo Nicolás Alonso.

So! Big wingyed snakeys! It's A Thing in the dragon world.

[forsworn-interactive-fiction]

Are there any fwb routes with any of the ROs ?

I do not plan as of right now to have a separate fwb route for any of the ROs however I would say Terrene, Alethea, and the knight would to some extent fall under the fwb category especially at the beginning of their routes. If you only want a fling though and not something that eventually will become serious you can have a one time fling with almost all of the ROs except for Mira and Eliseo.

[dooplissss]

Long time lurker, saw your tag, go off about emmett and his gf im nosy.

thank you beloved i am kissing you if you so desire

ok. god. where do i start. ok so my oc Emmett is my newest dnd pc, he's. his life sucks so much.

my beautiful little guy had this lovely life on top of a mountain in the town of Annona, a quaint colorful place that is a bit of a tourist destination. His dad died about 8 years ago, right before his family adopted his little brother Eliseo, and so Emmett and Eliseo are really close to their mom Jazmin. They run a small restaurant together and importantly Emmett's dad was essentially the spiritual leader for the town for their goddess Mama Pallay (pal-lay), so losing him put the whole town in a bit of a tizzy. It wasn't said outloud that Emmett had to take his place but it certainly was implied, he just wasn't ready to take it up yet. Maybe someday, just not now.

Cue Marasmus, a little mushroom on the hillside that was plucked and sold at the farmers market, where Jazmin picked him up and served him to Emmett for dinner. She didn't know what would happen next, she really didn't and she's gonna seem like a bad guy but she isn't. Emmett ate this mushroom and it began to eat him alive, putting Emmett to sleep and walking and talking in his place until Emmett was barely conscious for months at a time.

Then one night at a congregation Emmett was about to feed a mushroom to his brother and it Woke Him Up, he wasn't asleep inside his body anymore. And he ran, he went home and packed his things as fast as he could only for his mom to block his way. And she knew that voice in his head, Marasmus, by name, begged Emmett to stay. Emmett escaped her grasped and ran away from home as far as he could, all while this voice in his head is yelling at him to turn back.

And he's been running ever since, while this awful thing possessing him tears him down and tells him he should feed people mushrooms that he doesn't understand the purpose of. He's done some dangerous things to get rid of this thing but nothing works, it always brings him back to life with more and more rot every time. So now he's a Pact of the Undead Warlock and hates every second of it

Then comes Yulissa, this lovely 6'6 deer firbolg who is so sweet to him. They run an errand together where she accidentally gets dunked into the ocean and Emmett offers her his gloves and she's immediately like. Oh. This man is so sweet. I think I'm a little in love with him. and Emmett (and me) is completely oblivious to this until later on he divulges some of his story and Yulissa promises she's here for him, he's not alone anymore, and he instantly falls in love against his better judgement. he has nothing he can give to her but she doesn't ask for anything other than to like her, not even love her just tolerate her and he can't help being head over heels for her

And now it turns out Yulissa is supposed to be a human sacrifice and over his already dead body will that happen, he's gone from so woe-is-me to I need to save her and I'll do anything it takes to get there, we will get our happy ending, I need her to see her worth just as she sees the worth in me. also they are purple and yellow bc i love complementary couples so much and they just AUGH

like he's basically a shambling corpse thats slowly rotting away and this person sees him and says 'I'm going to protect you, you've been through enough, let me help you' when all he's heard in his ear is consume consume consume i'm. i'm crazy about them. i could go on and on and on and i sure have i'm just having such a fun time with them. and it helps that the friend i'm playing in the space with is so fun and always has such brilliant ideas about them and we're just circling each other around this sweet little ship that could and i'm just having blast ok post over

[redacted-scp-antics]

English is not my main language, so... I will most likely make some mistakes (grammar etc.) but I will try my best. :>

I'm really nervous about this whole thing. I don't know how people will react to this blog. But I'm just going to yeet myself into cold water and see what happens.

Anyway, I created this blog because I wanted to see what it would be like to have my very own centered around a certain topic. This little blog will be focused on my own SCP canon plus the ocs in it. This includes the O5 council, agents and members from other GOI.

WARNING!! This blog will mention serious topics!! Some characters have dealt with bullying, homophobia and more!! Please be careful. I will try my best to tag posts like that include triggers.

Also I won't reveal my exact age but I am over 18 years old. So I would prefer that everyone who might interact with this blog is also an adult.

DNI (if you think I forgot something, please let me know):

- transphobes

- homophobes

- anti lgbtqia+ overall

- maps

- albeists

- racists

- anti oc x canon (seriously, people who do oc x canon are just people and if you think a ship is problematic you can calmly tell them)

Since this is my first ask blog, I still have to figure things out, I'm not an expert :3

For now anonymous asks are turned off, I might turn them on eventually.

Alright, enough chit-chat. Let's jump over to the SCP stuff .

First things first: This blog is indeed inspired by other similar blogs. Tumblr has some really cool blogs focused on SCP content.

Let me finally start talking a bit more about my canon:

1. The veil is NOT lifted.

2. The Foundation has a pretty chill relationship with the GOC and Serpent's Hand.

3. Their relationship with the Chaos Insurgency... well, it's complicated.

4. There are different humanoid species. This includes the Saints, Starborn and Stareater.

5. Most characters you might know from the wiki do not exist in this canon. However, who knows? We might actually encounter a Clef from another canon.

I... I'm going to drop a character list. Because I have a bunch of them, and a list might help you all keeping track. Also, all of the characters are adults.

_Ethics Committee_

- Melia Callais (she/her)

_Foundation personnel_

- Marin (he/him): agent with the codename "Cheetah" • very close with Ten

- Aziel Madris (he/him): agent [MTF Nine-Tailed Fox]

- Lucan Maleko (he/him): agent [MTF Avalon's Wake] • formerly a Chaos Insurgency member • good friends with Eleven

- Kaja Diven (she/her): agent in Six's team • skilled pilot

- Avan Makarovich (he/him): agent with the codename "Bluebell" [MTF Red Right Hand]

- Elijah Makarovich (he/him): agent [MTF Hammer Down] • Avan's father

- Vaughn Feyrer (he/him): agent [MTF Street Samurai]

- Alise (he/him): doctor

- Ava Cloutier (she/her): anomaly

- Amber Rayleight (she/her): therapist

- Kajani (he/him): agent and caretaker

- Mordesh (she/her | he/him | it/its | they/them): anomaly

- Cassiopeia (she/her): anomaly

_O5 Council_

- O5-1: Merakhi (he/him) • "The Liar / The Deceiver"

- O5-2: Eliseo (he/him) • "Eye of Themis / Sword of Justice / Law's Right Hand"

- O5-3: Malakias (he/him) • "The Hunter / The Executioner"

- O5-4: Astra (he/him) • "Storyteller / Fairytale Prince"

- O5-5: Sanghae (he/him) • "Soultamer / The Host of a Thousand Souls / Ghost Catcher"

- O5-6: Marley (he/him) • "Eagle Eye / Harpy's Talon"

- O5-7: Lusca (trans ftm he/him) • "Sea Wasp"

- O5-8: Layne (he/him) • "Copper Heart / Child of Rust"

- O5-9: Rye (he/him) • "Frogcore"

- O5-10: Verean (he/him) • "Electric Eye / The Spy"

- O5-11: Alain (he/him) • "Ventriloquist"

- O5-12: Jolyon (he/him and they/them) • "Magician / Spell Caster"

- O5-13: Niran (he/him) • "Keeper of Light"

- Administrator: Ascian (he/him)

-Administrator: Resolia (she/her)

_Other_

- Sage Rivera (he/him): GOC agent • works very closely with the Foundation and is a part of the MTF Abyss Gazers

- Evangeline Alcalde (she/her): agent • GOC

- Fiera (she/her): GOC • Sage's close, if not even his best, friend • very skilled pilot and medic

- Olivia Cardoso (she/her): Serpent's Hand

_Saints_

- Liardin (he/him)

- Satia (she/her)

- Satus (he/him and they/them) • Satus is not his real name. Just the name the different GOI use.

_Starborn_

- Lacania (she/her)

- Eloni (she/her)

- Revan (he/him)

- Ascian (yes, the Administrator.)

- Alkaios (he/him)

_Stareater_

- Carmient (he/him)

- Ashem (he/him)

- Lynia (she/her)

- Noire (he/him)

- Lacereil (he/him)

(If you come up with headcanons for my characters, please feel free to tell me. I love headcanons :3

One more thing: I did not mention the sexualities of these characters. But none of them is straight.)

[cheerstotheelites-if]

Stolen from another blog

How would the ros react to a flirty mc who, when the flirting gets returned, can't handle it, face going as red as a tomato?

I think I answered something similar to this before in the past. Don't remember the answers tho 💀

Weylyn: Honestly just surprised to see such a reaction coming from you. "Are... are you alright?"

Fleur: You swear you saw a smirk form on her face, but it just could be your imagination.

Zephyrine: "Not so tough now, are you?" Shit eating grin, and a smug look on her face. Her cheeks are dusted the faintest red though.

Eliseo: "Aw, dearest, you think you can outflirt me?" Just watches you fumble with a teasing glint in his eyes.

Cooper: Confused by such a reaction, brows furrowing. "Huh, and I thought Zephyrine was bad at handling flirts."

Ophelia: Yells out, "Feel what I feel!", with her face also beet red and extremely flustered.

[lvllns]

i got tagged by @rosebarsoap to do this funky fresh oc questionnaire!! thank u bb!! i'm gonna taaaag @malefiicarum @aragorngf @denerims @merry-harlowe @waspgrave @venusmages @kirnet @princesshoneytea and anyone else who would like to do this!!

favorite oc: xavier nicastro (misc) — he's my 6'5 built like a rugby prop baby boy covered in tattoos who rides a motorocycle. he's also a giant fucking sap when it comes to his boyfriend. rosie would know him best, and with the amount of things i have to say about this boy, it's no surprise he's my favorite.

newest oc: ophelia greer (misc) — she's not even that new but she is the newest. my pretty marine biologist turned waitress living in a tiny seaside town. she's sweet, she's soft, she's patient. every time i think i have her mostly figured out, i learn something new about her.

oldest oc: isseya mahariel (dragon age) — your honor that's my daughter. i've had her for...five? years? at this point i think. she's my fierce fighter, my warden-commander with a heart of gold.

meanest oc: lincoln cirillo (original work) — see, it's not that they're mean, per se, it's just that they're sick of eliseo's shit. they can be snappy, short, snarky. sometimes they maybe shoot first and ask questions later but can you blame them?

softest oc: kincaid anderson (misc) — it was a toss-up putting him here or smartest but. he has become softer than xavi is? somehow? an absolute gentle giant with endless patience, and a heart that's almost too big. he's kind, he's sweet.

most aloof/standoffish oc: wren (genshin impact) — wren's backstory is basically "oops! all trauma!" and it's turned them into a very quiet, very observant individual. it takes. a lot. to break through their uninterested exterior, and they would prefer most people keep their distance.

dumbest (affectionate) oc: bas darrow (misc) — this man could not be more of a himbo. runaway rich boy who becomes a pirate and knows......nothing. is he booksmart? to a degree. everything else? no fucking clue. easily flustered, easily taken advantage of when it comes to trading and things. he's......working on it.

smartest oc: sparrow moore (misc) — guess who got yeeted from vampire time and thrown into something better? they're mostly the same. smart, quiet, introspective. still my classics child with an arm covered in mythology tattoos with too many degrees for their own good.

oc i'd like to be friends with: emery caddell (original work) — quiet magical oddities shop employee who dresses like a history professor. they've got a dry sense of humor, a desire to help however they can, and they're just kind. they'd have all kinds of solid book recommendations tbh, and i want to pick their brain.