#emerik

[jitterbugbear]

more anim practice stuff

[renofmanyalts]

Many Alts! Handle It!

Here's my current roster! All links go to the character’s tag.

For posts about all/most of my characters that may not be tagged individually, see #all the characters.

Note: At the time of this writing (July 2023), I only have in-game access to my Balmung alts plus Strammund due to my current FFXIV subscription type. I'll still take asks for any of them, though!

Balmung Characters

Zhah’ra Savaptha (“Flower”) - Keeper of the Moon dancer and bodyworker – formerly in Ul'dah, Rhalgr’s Reach, and Limsa Lominsa, now staying at the Stray Inn in the Upper Paths of South Shroud.

Rhetzedyr Guldarensyn (Zedyr) - Sea Wolf farmboy-turned-artisan; co-owns Harvest Fountain Toys and Jewelry in Limsa Lominsa and is a founding member of the Elytra Concord artisan cooperative.

Renan Avnei’shoham (Renan) - chronologically-displaced magical chimera – a Nymian scholar and his Marine companion who were squashed together in a mishap aboard the Void Ark and subsequently entombed in a stasis coffin. They split their time between living with Negevs Ha'dov at Firefly Grove in Lower La Noscea and with Maayan in Limsa Lominsa.

Amande Desrochers (Amande) - Duskwight who grew up serving a (very) minor noble house in Ishgard, now in exile. Working as a retainer to Mama Dee’s husband, T'arik Tia.

Seselahi Rerelahi (Selah) - Dunesfolk scribe and calligrapher, currently working at Firefly Grove in Lower La Noscea as Secretary of the Elytra Concord artisan co-op.

Rhenbraen Helbsyn (Rhenbraen) - extremely prickly Hellsguard miner. “Not a swivin’ LASS, rocks-for-brains!” Currently apprenticed at Naldiq & Vymelli’s in Limsa Lominsa. 

Silver Sage - Hellsguard elder from Svatn Byr, a small village in Abalathia's Spine. Formerly in Ul’dah to study at the alchemists’ guild, now returned home. (Temporarily on Sagittarius, Chaos datacenter)

Maayan Delafontaine (Maayan) - Wildwood researcher and alchemist; co-owns Harvest Fountain Toys and Jewelry with Zedyr. She handles the logistics/supply chain side of things, so she travels frequently to all three city-states.

Mateus Characters

Strammund Grehmerlsyn (Strammund) - former Lominsan sailor, abruptly “retired” due to illness. Currently consigned to Thanalan for his health; works occasionally as a caravan guard.

Mamaati Maati (Maati) - opinionated Dunesfolk bookworm. Philosopher-economist at the Milvaneth Sacrarium in Ul'dah.

Emerik Liubasch (Emerik) - Hrothgar city-boy from Ilsabard looking to recover lost family traditions. Currently seeking training with the botanists’ guild in Gridania.

Ryoku Kazemoto (Ryoku) - elegant Raen samurai from a mountain holding north of Doma. Currently traveling in Eorzea on a mission to find a sacred object that went missing from a shrine in his home village.

Danyell Dwynwen (Danyell) - Midlander minstrel from Coerthas, currently working the tavern circuit in the Shroud.

Raranen Sasanen (Raranen) - black sheep of a Dunesfolk merchant family (Maati’s cousin); breeds racing/hunting chocobos in the Shroud. 

Iris Menuisier (Iris) - sardonic Wildwood bathhouse attendant at The Pools in the Goblet (and former coworker of Zhah'ra’s). 

Mama Dee (Dee) - former leader of a miqo'te dance troupe in Ul'dah (and mentor to a young Zhah'ra), now retired and married to T'arik Tia, a wealthy ex-adventurer. Maintains that she is from Thavnair. (In-game name: N'dezhda Lev)

Zalera Characters

Maparhi Savaptha (Maparhi) - newly-invested Hearer at Stillglade Fane. Cousin to Zhah'ra.

Pash'a Khoroushi (Pasha) - former Imperial conscript from the East End. Previously stationed in northwestern Ilsabard; current fate unknown.

Firn Sjararstrok (Firn) - Veena spear-hunter, currently at loose ends in Revenant's Toll.

[renofmanyalts]

I chose "yes" because I have fourteen alts where you can at least look at their place of origin, and only five where you can't. (hello yes my URL does not lie 😅)

Details under the cut because this was way too much for tags:

Yes, you can put eyeballs on the general area, at least:

La Noscea

Zedyr's childhood home was in Halfstone, W. La Noscea. Previously, this area was not really accessible (other than the Sapsa Spawning Grounds down in the eroded caves) but now you can fly over the area and imagine it how it used to be when it was a settlement 😥

Strammund was born in a coastal village in La Noscea, probably within spitting distance of Limsa Lominsa. I don't have a lot of detail for it, but you could theoretically visit the zone, at least.

Renan's component persons were from Ancient Nym. You can... visit the ruins? 😬? (pictured below)

Thanalan

Maati grew up in Ul'dah (and is still living and working there, actually, though she's with the Milvaneth Sacrarium, which isn't really accessible in-game).

Raranen is from Ul'dah, same as Maati.

Selah grew up in Ul'dah, in the middle-class merchant districts (the Fronds?) Not accessible in-game, exactly, but you can get the general vibe, at least.

Rhenbraen (pictured below) was raised in a (non-canon) orphanage in Central Thanalan, and later worked the mines in the area. They frequently visited the Coffer & Coffin.

The Black Shroud

Zhah'ra is from the East Shroud, sort of near where Baelsar's Wall is now or perhaps a bit north of that. I headcanon it as much more extensive than the areas we can access in-game, of course, but I think you can sorta fly over the area he was from to get a feel for it.

Maayan (pictured below) is from the Shroud. She grew up in a large house, which I think was probably in the Central Shroud, somewhere? Her family might have moved to Gridania proper after the Calamity? I'm not sure. She doesn't visit them, so it hasn't come up.

Iris is from... uhhh... Gridania? City boy, probably specifically from the Gentry's Ward. Don't have many details for him, though.

Maparhi (Zhah'ra's cousin) is another one from the East Shroud, though a little further east. Her family's home territory was destroyed to build Baelsar's Wall.

Pash'a was originally from what is now the East End (and was conscripted by the Garleans).

Coerthas

Amande grew up in Ishgard, in the Pillars, as the son of the steward to a minor house. (I haven't identified his specific building or anything; maybe I'll pin it down further once he gets up there himself.)

Danyell (pictured below) is from Coerthas! I think I decided that he's specifically from a little farm in the western part of Coerthas Central Highlands.

No eyeballs :( Imagination only:

Silver Sage's homeland can only (perhaps) be glimpsed from far above, since he is from a small village in Abalathia's Spine. I haven't quite figured out where in the Spine he is from, exactly, though.

Emerik is from a Garlean colony in Ilsabard. I know it was a port city (on a river?) but that's it. His family was originally based in the woods/mountains further inland, but his mother moved to the city to look for work when Emerik was very little.

Ryoku is from a mountain holding north of Doma, under the rule of Lord Kita. As far as I know, this area cannot be accessed even to look at it over zone lines.

Mama Dee is from Ilsabard, probably north up the coast close to Garlemald (though not on the coast). The area has been occupied by the Garleans for quite some time.

Firn is from, um, idk, an alpine area? somewhere? I'm really not clear enough on the geography of the Veena home ranges to be able to pin down his homeland.

Deliberately chose the binary yes/no, but with the caveat that you can be as pedantic as you like because it's about how you FEEL. Are they from Doma but actually that nice farm you can see across the water in Yanxia and so you've never set foot there but you sort of feel at home in the zone? You can click yes. You made them from Dalmascus and an alliance raid runs right past their old front door, but it doesn't feel like a legit place to hang out in game and you're sad they didn't give us a full zone out there? Click no!

I've wondered about this since I started playing because the character creator gives you vague geographic details before you even start and maybe know nothing about the world, and then takes you up to the starter city like you're from somewhere else, and sometimes if you roll a character without knowing the story you end up accidentally Magnai's long-suffering sibling because of your choices and the naming conventions in the randomiser. How much drastic change has that caused or are you sticking with early OC characterisation plans?

[tau1tvec]

Finally finished furnishing the ranch, only to realize it's a lotta work to run one, so Marco's cousin Emerik will be helping out when he can.

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[tacogoats]

crossposting from twit of the first and probably only art i will ever create of my guardian, Emerik, and his Ghost, Xenia

also this

[diemauer]

emerik tags

* ch. emerik. → visual.

* ch. emerik. → interactions.

* ch. emerik. → musings.

* ch. emerik. → aesthetics.

* ch. emerik. → desires.

* ch. emerik. → headcanons.

[manacutter]

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FFXIV sideblog! Header is original art featuring Pife'zi (my Warrior of Light) and PT (Pife'zi's ████████)

I also post about GW2 sometimes, general tag for that is just #gw2

[winglesswriter]

Search Your Manuscript tag

Thank you for the tag @rachaellawrites ❤

📝 Search for the given words in your WIP. If you don't have a word, you can use a variation on it or a word with a similar meaning with help from thesaurus.com

From Foreigner God

live

Like many other Carraredians, Emerik chose to live in constant guilt about who he was.

pages

Yarren understood how special it was for him to be brought here and shown The Book so he watched in awe as his mother ran her fingers over the cover reverently before she opened it. The pages were made dark and fragile by time.

drizzle

He knows that his body acted out his feelings for Yarren, feelings that he's finally ready to give a name to as he watches Yarren's sated smile in the dim light. "Yarren, I-" "The storm is over," Yarren interrupts him, eyes on the window. He's right, the downpour has turned into a drizzle and the clouds are dissipating, the sky lightening. "We should clean up and get on the road," he adds as he sits up.

slap

His only advantage is that his lack of armor makes him faster. He drops the paddle and runs. His bare feet slap on the cold floors, their sound drowned out by the heavy thumps of the guard’s quick steps.

No pressure tag for: @thistles-trove, @beginning-of-wisdom, @i-do-anything-but-write, @wolgerrswraith, @orion-lacroix

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Your words are: bloom, shatter, comb and knowledge

[goinbhaalistic]

This is half-rant, half 'blabbing about OC lore' but like.

I'm immensely confused why so many people seem to make it Tav+Gortash (Tavtash?) VS Durgetash.

I'm very obviously more leaning to Durgetash myself because I just simply prefer the dynamic there - but I can totally see the appeal with a Tav and have my own ideas for a Tav+Gortash ship that I would like to work with one day for my own OCs.

I think the idea of having a Tav grow up with Gortash is incredible; friends to lovers to enemies? The idea of a childhood friend coming back so very different; we all grow up but Gortash had been through literal Hell. Do they stick by his side despite how changed he is, or do they accept he is not the picture they had in mind and can't come to terms with their friend no longer being there? Do they become equals or rivals? Enemies? Do they simply drift apart until one day Tav can't walk throughout the streets of the Gate without hearing the name Gortash? Does it hurt? Does it inspire?

That's just a few flavours I personally like, even.

I have two AUs for my Durge+Tav to play through together.

One, they are adopted brothers who are separated after Durge... kills their parents. They reunite as adults; both tadpoled and don't immediately realize who is who as so many years have past and Durge (Veren) literally has no memory of his brother (Emerik), anyway.

The second is a playthrough where Emerik had grown up with Gortash but Gortash, obviously, also mysteriously disappears one day (shoutouts to his shitty parents). In this run, Emerik and Veren also are still tadpoled and play throughout the game together - but once the coronation happens we get two deeply unhappy individuals who have to come to terms with the image of Gortash they both carry.

Veren has little scraps of memories and is a redeemed Urge who insists Gortash is going to be nothing but trouble, and he knows the man better than anyone.

Emerik protests that there is a good man underneath there that is worth redeeming because he knows him better than anyone. They grew up together.

Why we fightin' when we can be causing extreme emotional distress to that man and our OCs.

[ploucthedragon]

Name: Plouc the Permapreg Dragon Gender: Andromorph (Cuntboy) Species: Western Dragon Height: 7' 6" Weight: 300 lbs (+450 lbs During his Permapreg) Age: 28 years old Birthday: June 19th Hometown: Artisans Home, Dragon Realms Personality: Calm, Peaceful, and Cheerful. Skills: Fire Breath, Flight, and Strength. Weakness: he can get quite heavy with his belly. Likes: Magnus, Spyro, carvings and making friends. Dislikes: Murders, blood, and being made fun for his appearance.

Story: A young artist named Emerstta walks in the middle of forest looking for an inspiration for next drawing, in daylight. As he walks towards the forest, he stumble across a magic portal door that leads in the dragon realms, where dragons lived in harmony. As he gets closer to the portal, he saw a reflection of a perma-mpreg cuntboy dragon. However, as he notice his reflection, a dark silhouette of a small dragon appears from behind him, and push him into the portal.

Everything went pitch black, his eyes are closed. His body is laying on the grass, and he feels so heavy and strange. It was until someone pushes on his big belly, telling him to wake up. As his eyelids opens slowly and his vision slowly blurred away, he saw a small purple dragon named Spyro along with his friends Sparx the Dragonfly, Hunter the Cheetah, Bianca the Rabbit, and Elora the Faun. Spyro the dragon is sits on his permapreg belly, telling him that "you're not human anymore, and you're expecting a baby dragon in you". As he surprised, he discovered he's turned into a blue permapreg cuntboy dragon, with big yellow eyes, big orange wings, horns of a steer, and claws with a big permapreg belly holding a baby dragon junior inside his man womb, with a vagina instead of his penis.

As she starts living in the first level called the Artisans Home, he started his passion of becoming a cartoonist. With a pencil and a piece of paper, along with black ink pilot pen, he starts sketching characters such as Spyro himself, Bianca, Elora, and others. As he done very well in his cartoon drawing skills, he earns his title as an Artisans as his new dragon name, Plouc.

One day, in the proposed fourth Spyro adventure, Plouc was transformed into a green emerald dragon statue and taken away by the Gnasty Gnorc's evil magic. He was later rescued by Spyro. Before he left to home world, his back is causing pain, and ask him to get some Ice Cream with Pickles and Shrimp drowning in Ketchup. Spyro raises his eyebrow and ask him by saying "are you pregnant?" Plouc responds to him and says that he's "permanently pregnant"

After the fourth adventure ends, he suddenly earning stretch marks on his permapreg belly, causing Spyro and his friends to take care of him. He later become close friend with Spyro and his best dragon daddy in the first game, Magnus the Peacekeeper. As Plouc grow mature through out his age, he started to grow facial, body and pubic hair on his face, chest, permapreg belly, and near his vagina.

Plouc loves video games as he becomes a fan of the Jackbox Party Packs, as well as a Disney World fan like Figment from Journey into Imagination ride. He wears his favorite everyday clothing: His yellow and red sweater with his name "PLOUC". He also have an experience with Tower Unite and the forgotten MMO social furry game intented for adult audience, Furry Online by darkGhost on FurAffinity.

Plouc earns his abilities to fly, breathes fire and strength by pushing obstacles out of the way and lifts heavy objects. But his permapreg belly is quite heavy, making him the pregnant heavyweight dragon in the dragon realms. However, he dislikes murderers, blood and gore, and people who poke fun of his appearance, as Spyro and Magnus protects him at all costs of his life as a permapreg dragon.

(Plouc the Perma-Mpreg Dragon is created by Emerik Steben-Taillon aka "Emerstta". Please do not steal it, use it without his permission and/or consent.)

[jitterbugbear]

⚠️ new elf oc ⚠️

[renofmanyalts]

(moods) Wistful for Emerik/any

Send me a mood and I will tell you how my character deals with it.

Prompt 1 (Make-up Day): Envoy

Who: Emerik Liubasch, Semir (original NPC)

What: Emerik must lighten his pack.

Where: A rail yard on the outskirts of Martrvje, a port city in occupied Bozja.

When: About two years before the events of the Bozjan Southern Front field operation began. Takes place a few months after this piece [Mature community label, requires login].

Content notes: Garlean colonial oppression, refugee struggles, partings in wartime, mentioned injury/abuse

Music: "Intro (The Envoy)" and "Outro (What It Means to Be Human)" by Being as an Ocean (both instrumental)

When a soft knock sounded at the door of the railroad car, a faint murmur of concern rippled through the two dozen heads scattered amongst the stacks of crates. Emerik's heart thudded in his chest, fur standing on end as he uncrossed his arms. He felt Semir do the same beside him, their elbows brushing. 

The boxcar was still at rest, one freight car among many in a long train waiting to leave the rail yard on the outskirts of the city. Had they been discovered? His fingers itched for the smooth wood of his staff, but it, like nearly everything else he owned, had been left behind. It would have been foolishness, in any case, bringing a weapon — no matter how simple. Emerik tugged at the cuffs on his borrowed jacket, the final piece of a traveling outfit intended to soften his features, to render him polished and nonthreatening.

After an eternity of rapid heartbeats, the door slid open a few ilms, a sliver of just-bluing sky showing around the silhouette of a hrothgar with one ragged ear. Emerik relaxed a fraction. That was their contact — the member of the Resistance that Semir had nodded to in a coffee shop four sennights ago, setting all this in motion. Emerik did not know his name. Gods willing, he would keep it that way.

The partisan pulled the door further open on well-oiled, silent tracks, climbed nimbly up onto the deck, and slid it closed again. The darkness returned.

"Bad news," the soldier said, speaking quietly. His voice sounded young. It had surprised Emerik when they first met, and it still seemed incongruous now. "We were given old information, and the expected gross weight for this car is slated to be a half-tonze less than we had accounted for. We have to reduce weight, or the Garleans will notice the discrepancy the minute we pass through the first checkpoint."

"Will... will someone have to get off the train?" The hesitant voice came from somewhere left of the door — the mother with her two young ones, Emerik thought. The little family had been huddled together when he and Semir had arrived at the rail yard, the children sleeping with their mother's skirts wrapped around their shoulders. Emerik could picture Semir's deep frown when he'd seen the swollen bruises on her face.

The soldier's voice took on an apologetic tone beneath his urgency. "Maybe. But I am hoping that we can reduce baggage weight, instead. Please go through your luggage and remove anything that is not absolutely essential to your survival on the trip, as well as anything that is particularly heavy." 

Worried whispers rose in the darkness, and the soldier continued: 

"This is not an easy task, I know, and I am sorry that I must ask it of you. You number twenty-four, so we need to eliminate more than forty ponzes of weight per person. Keep your necessary medicine, food and water, your identification papers, and money. Put it in a pillowcase or wrap it in a cloth to carry it. If you have jewelry, keep whatever you can hide on your person, and whatever clothes you can put on, plus a blanket and pillow each. Everything else, including your trunks and cases, please separate it out and set it by the door. Quietly and quickly, please."

"What will happen to our belongings?" That was the voice of an older man with an accent speaking of the wealthier parts of the city. He was accompanied by a young woman Semir figured for his daughter, though Emerik was not so sure.

"I'm afraid they will probably be destroyed. We cannot hide them here, and we have no way to get them to you once you have left, so we will have to dispose of them quickly — most likely in the river."

For a long moment, dead silence reigned. Emerik's thoughts drifted to the contents of his leather suitcase. What clothes he had, he wore — and some that weren't his, besides. He had no jewelry nor medicine, and all his earthly wealth sat in a pouch strapped below his shirt. Everything else had been sold in haste. Semir carried only their sack of shared provisions; there was nothing there to shed.

The suitcase, though.... It held a full dresser drawer's worth of treasure: a tin of long beeswax tapers, their wicks still conjoined; more than a dozen large blocks of herbal soaps, their paper wrappings labeled in his grandmother's handwriting. They sat heavy between his feet — heavier still with their role as the last fragments of his family's traditions.

The soap would sink easily in the river, he thought. Old as they were, the bars would dissolve slowly, and their flecks of rosemary, chamomile, marjoram would be carried away by the current.

The candles would float. Maybe some curious animal would eat them, or maybe some enterprising young scavenger would find them first. After decades hidden away, maybe they would finally have their chance to burn.

Someone flicked on a magitek torch. Cold, blue light washed thinly over the boxcar's high ceiling. The other occupants sprang into startled motion, flinging open trunks and boxes with grim purpose.

At a touch to his elbow, Emerik turned to meet his friend's eyes. Semir wore an expression of gentle concern

"That is your whole purpose in going, is it not?" he said, nodding to the suitcase.

Emerik directed his gaze across the dim train car and nodded. (The stack of discarded belongings at the door was growing, but only very slowly. "I must ask you to be ruthless," the Resistance soldier said. Panic fluttered at the edges of his too-young voice. "The train departs in just over a quarter bell.")

Ruthless? 

Emerik bent to snatch up the suitcase. He could do nothing but rue its loss — but there were lives on the line. What use a people's healing traditions without a people to use them?

But before he could step out from the bulkhead, Semir stopped him, one tawny hand laid lightly on Emerik's dark one. Emerik shot him a questioning glance, and Semir leaned down to speak into his ear.

"It's not going to be enough." Semir gestured toward the pile near the door. Still growing, but nowhere near a half-tonze. "Most of these folk didn't have forty ponzes of sentiment to pack. Even if everyone trims the fat, they're going to have to send some of us away. At least one."

Emerik narrowed his eyes. "What are you saying, Semir."

Semir closed his fingers around the handle of the suitcase. In the light of the Garlean torch, his golden eyes held none of their usual luster.  "Let me hold these for you. When you get where you're going, send a letter, yes? I'll get them to you."

"But—"

"I know. I thought we would travel together, too. We—" Semir stopped, swallowed. 

(We three as one, the sentence finished in Emerik's mind, his own voice raised in chorus with Semir and Vuk. But they hadn't been three for some moons now.)

Emerik pushed the thought away. Semir was speaking again, so close that his breath stirred the fur-tufts in Emerik's ear.

"I have connections," he insisted, nodding meaningfully to the increasingly-fretful partisan. "There's good I can do here. But you?" Semir tapped one finger against Emerik's forehead. "You have the memories — and the drive to chase down the knowledge needed to resurrect them. And with that blond bastard" — Emerik flinched — "nipping at your hocks? Best not to wait for the next run."

Emerik ducked his head. He could feel his pulse thudding in his throat.

With a snarl, he shoved the suitcase into Semir's arms, then snapped his teeth shut before any other sound could escape. Leaning forward, he thumped his forehead into Semir's solid shoulder.

Emerik felt Semir nose at his mane, and he could guess that he was smiling; when he murmured, "Keep my jacket safe for me," Emerik was certain of it. Then Semir pulled away, threading through the chaos. After a short exchange with the Resistance partisan — who looked rather relieved — he moved toward the sliding door.

"Semir—"

Semir twisted to look at him, still cradling the suitcase to his chest. 

Emerik forced himself to meet his friend's eyes, trying not to think about the last time he had looked into Vuk's. "If you don't hear from me within a few moons," he managed, "or if things get bad... use whatever you need, if it will help."

Semir nodded. A blink, and he was slipping out of the boxcar door, climbing out into the twilight.

Emerik bent to pick up the sack of provisions and settled it between his feet. It, too, sat heavy.

With a sigh, Emerik nudged the sack into a corner. He pushed up his sleeves, then went to help hand the surrendered belongings down to those waiting to take them away.

—

At this stage in his life — before he had come to Eorzea — Emerik was prone to falling into black, destructive moods rather than wistful ones, and also tended not to express much of that if he could avoid it. Now that he is out from under the direct weight of the Garlean occupation, however, he's settled into some measure of acceptance and is better able to attend to such feelings as gentle melancholy and yearning.

—

I sorta ran myself out of spoons yesterday and so I really struggled today. The length also got away from me, but I sure did learn a lot in all my diving down research rabbit holes! Got a bunch of Bozja lore and stuff settled and obviously filled in more details of Emerik's backstory. I've also just decided to give myself a fair bit of grace about that daily deadline, because the point is NOT to stress myself out — thus posting this about, mm, three hours late. XD

[renofmanyalts]

I tried real hard to put this in the tags, but I have too many alts, so... under the cut it goes

Significant family members still alive, no significant childhood trauma (6):

Silver Sage (he's old enough that his parents died when he was well into adulthood, at reasonable ages)

Maayan

Maati

Ryoku

Raranen

Iris

Significant family members still alive, childhood trauma anyway (3):

Zhah'ra

Selah

Maparhi

Significant family member(s) died while they were a child/young adult; trauma ensued (6):

Zedyr

Renan (though, in this as in most things, they're a special case)

Amande

Rhenbraen

Emerik

Danyell

Significant family member(s) died while they were a child/young adult, thank fuck (0):

...shockingly, nobody in this category

Unknown (4):

Strammund

Mama Dee

Firn

Pash'a

Alright.

You ready for a hard 'tag your oc' challenge?

Tag an oc who doesn't have childhood trauma. At all. Who's family is still alive.

I'll wait.

[tau1tvec]

Date night.

[d3utschland]

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