#friends' oc: zrise

[bearvanhelsing]

Okay but what if I also asked for 🔞,🚬,🤝, 💌 for miss Aria? 💕

🔞 for a nsfw-headcanon

I feel like foreplay and teasing are Aria's favorite parts of the process. Like making someone want her so bad it's embarrassing or vice versa lmao. She's someone who has always struggled to feel wanted, and I think feeling like someone NEEDS her does a lot for her!

🚬 for a headcanon about a bad habit

Aria has a lot of bad habits similar to Zrise lol she drinks and gambles way too much. She's almost always trying to numb herself as much as she can because she's just plain unhappy with herself :(

Opposite of Zrise I think Aria is really prone to melancholy moods and sleeps too much because of it lol.

🤝 for a headcanon about a connection with one of the receiver's mutual

While they would be awful for each other and reinforce each other's worst habits and characteristics, I also think there's something very cute about two characters who both feel very hard to love finding a connection together! That being said, I think Aria would absolutely love getting into trouble with him. Breaking rules, being horrible and cruel with him would be very liberating for her and I feel like one of her main draws to him would be how much fun she has when she's with him. <3

💌 for a romance-themed headcanon

Aria would also hate showing it but when she's genuinely in love she can be very sweet! She's usually haughty and grumpy but with someone she really likes she gets much more playful and affectionate.

Depending on where she's at and if she even has access to one, she would love to just be on the beach with someone at night to watch the waves and be held close.

[the-raging-tempest]

Another beautiful piece by @goatanarchy

🐝 My first time asking for a genuine smile from Zrise thanks to Siavash 🦋

Thank you so to @dujour13 for always indulging my silliness.

💕She got a shared comm for my birthday but her own is only a month later. So it’s late but a happy birthday to my dear friend. This will be living in my brain forever. Based on a little scene we wrote together 💕

[jean-dieu]

Oh Zrise. You're the worst man ever but I still love you. My part of an art trade with @the-raging-tempest !! Zrise belongs to her!

[dujour13]

OC Kiss Week - day 3

For my friend @the-raging-tempest and your poor, damaged, chaotic evil swan Zrise whom I love so much, unfortunately 💜

Obsessed with that poem you shared:

The knocking finally stops and Zrise’s stomach churns with a bitter mixture of gratitude and dread when he hears the door handle click. He shies away from the blade of light that slices through the gloom of his chamber. He feels like a cornered animal.

He’s locked himself away and hasn’t eaten in two days but the blood meal still buzzes savagely in his veins.

It’s Siavash because of course it’s Siavash. After what happened anyone else would have the sense to stay the fuck away.

Zrise coils. He wants to bullrush him and shove him violently and also to throw his arms around him, and the despair of knowing he’s too much of a coward to do the right thing is strangling.

Siavash shuts the door and whispers an arcane word that kindles a rosy flame in the wall lamp. The shadows retreat to the corners of the cold, stone-walled room. “Zrise? Talk to me.”

“Stay away from me,” he snarls, and yet he advances, fists balled. He’s a knot of hostile muscle.

There’s no sign of alarm in Siavash’s expression. He’s backed against the door and Zrise could break him in half but he only tilts his head, calmly assessing Zrise’s flashing fangs with nothing but gentle confusion.

You fool, Zrise thinks. Run. Call your guards. Cast one of your stupid rainbow spells on me. Just stop standing there looking at me.

But Siavash doesn’t move, so Zrise closes in. This rage sits differently in his chest, rising into what he fears might become a sob or a primal cry of loneliness. He knows what he looks like when he bares his teeth like this; Oria told him enough times. Only Oria thought it was sexy.

And Oria’s dead.

Siavash refuses to shrink back, not even an inch. He’s holding Zrise’s gaze and waiting for something, and Zrise isn’t sure what it is and he doesn’t want to have to hurt him and it’s taking every ounce of strength he has left to try to get him to run, godsdamn it.

Close enough to feel his breath, Zrise’s gaze shrinks away from his unbearable tenderness and lands on his neck, hypnotized by the pulse under the warm skin. Blood that probably tastes like a fucking piña colada. He’s salivating but the thought of piercing that skin makes him want to gag and he reaches up and brushes his fingers over the precious pulse as if to ward off the danger he himself poses to it. The gesture is awkward.

Far too confidently Siavash says, “It’s going to be all right.”

“Sometimes it isn’t. Life isn’t all butterflies and sunshine.”

“I know, Zrise.”

He’s not talking about himself, Zrise realizes. It’s as if he can see right through it all to the wounds underneath—to the ice-cold suffocating pain that has never left his lungs. “Then why don’t you fucking back off? Don’t you know poison when you see it?”

“I’m not scared of you.”

He ought to say you should be but he can’t do that any more than he can bite into that sweet, exposed throat. He hates himself.

The way Siavash holds his gaze is a challenge, one Zrise doesn’t think he’s up to. In despair he surrenders to his own powerlessness, and when at last his lips part, it is not to bite.

It is as if those impossibly warm lips are breathing life into him again—or as if he is stealing the life from them, but he can’t tear himself away. He holds on like a drowning man.

You see how worthless and weak I am. How miserably I failed to do the right thing. You’re going to get hurt.

Stop me.

[offsidekineticist]

💎💎💎 if you are still doing these! I’d love to hear Theo’s thoughts on either Lariel or Zrise 💕🥰💕

Absolutely still doing these! They're a little shorter than some of the others I've done because Theo failed his insight check for both of them (crit failed in Zrise's case), so I'm including them both.

Zrise Theoven's cheeks darken into a deeper shade as he starts scratching the back of his head. "O-oh, Zrise? Oh, he - he's - I mean, I - I mean - those eyes - and his tattoo - his hair - and those abs - Fangs shaaaaaarp." He sighs wistfully, a strange smile on his lips. "Yeeeeeeeah."

Lariel "Lariel? I worry about her, honestly. I mean...she's very kind. But...she's kind of naive? Sorry, I feel so mean saying that, but, like, she seemed surprised when Woljif ran off - like it really hurt her, like somehow she wasn't expecting that from him? And then he convinced her that she should just take him back with zero consequences? And if that's how she is with Woljif, imagine what would happen if she ever met, like, an actual manipulator, or if she had a crush on someone. I mean, it hasn't happened yet, but I really worry because she assumes that deep down, everyone is as good as she is. I guess she hasn't met many bad people yet. I just worry about what happens when she does."

[spyridonya]

Showing tiddies for your goddess.

@commander-lariel // @hauntedolly's gift! Her OC Zrise who is a Calistrian Inquisitor. He's a horrible, horrible, most problematic dhamphir.

Kadira would low key kiss him, don't tell anyone.

[mountainashfae]

failing to focus on my other work because I’m thinking about Vio or Aurien interacting with other baron(ess)s or KCs.

[dujour13]

I gotta know 💎💎💎 for either of them 💕🥰💕

both!! 🥰

Lariel my sweetie

Watch out for Lariel, she’s one who hides her game. She seems sweet, innocent and pliable, but underneath is a will of iron. I think she was taught from a young age that standing up for herself only led to more heartache, so she learned to be docile, but her kindness is her rebellion and that’s an act of strength.

She’s also great fun. Teasing her is so rewarding. I’ve never seen anybody turn quite that shade of red.

Zrise (sigh)

I want to think the lashing out is only partly his own fault. I don’t know what he’s hiding under all the (he waves a hand as if you can picture Zrise standing there)—piercings and fangs and stuff, but I think it’s wounded, and there’s nothing more dangerous than a wounded animal. I also want to think his wounds can be healed, but it’ll take a lot of patience and… self-sacrifice, and I’m not sure it’ll work in the end because I don’t think Zrise thinks he’s worth the effort.

[dujour13]

OC Kiss Week - day 6

A kiss for darling Lariel, who belongs to my friend @the-raging-tempest and exists in many incarnations across the multiverse 💜

Lariel’s skin prickles. It’s getting cold out here on the deck of the Bloodstone Rose and the salt spray has gradually soaked through her mourning dress, which will be even more uncomfortably stiff and edged with white when—or if—it dries. All the more reason to get rid of it, she decides, and the mental image of wadding it up and tossing it overboard gives her a small degree of satisfaction to distract from the stinging wind. Another itchy, constraining part of her old life to throw to the waves.

She’s reluctant to return to the cabin despite the chill, and despite that she’s all too aware she’s obstructing the sailors’ work and they don’t dare ask the weather witch to move aside. Inside it’s stuffy with beer and sweat and she feels even more of a nuisance in the narrow spaces, and besides, Zrise is more sullen than usual today. She wishes she had someone else to talk to. She wishes the sailors would dare speak to her, but they’re as aware of her social status as of her ability to bend the wind to her will and they just dip their heads and say “Miss” and hurry off whenever she opens her mouth. It only occurs to her this moment that Zrise may have done something to intimidate them, zealously protective as he’s been since they left the city.

She wanted to be happy out here on the open sea, but she feels just as trapped and useless and isolated as ever.

When a violent shiver runs through her frame she reluctantly turns to go inside, but catches sight of another passenger, the colorfully dressed bard, and is suddenly frozen in the grip of her loneliness.

Of course he won’t notice me, she thinks, a small, dark, shivering ghost in her ruined charcoal gown and mourning scarf.

But he does notice her. He grins and beckons. “Watch this.”

He tosses something into the wind and a gull stoops for it, and another gull sweeps in from below and steals it from the first’s beak, and the sky is full of their plaintive cries and frenzied flapping.

Then he hands her something and she reaches for it without thinking. It’s a slimy day-old shrimp.

“Go on,” he encourages her.

Lariel has no intention of tossing this shrimp feebly over the gunwale. She takes a step back, draws back her arm and whips it out as hard as she can. The shrimp arcs up into the gray sky. There is another angry, shrieking explosion of feathers. She and the bard laugh together and she forgets about the chill for a moment.

He nods toward the dark clouds on the horizon. “One of yours?”

“No,” she says. “A regular storm.”

“Oh no. Regular storms make me sick. You know what’s funny though? Yours don’t.”

“They don’t?”

“It’s weird. The ship pitches, but somehow knowing we’re in good hands and we’re headed somewhere makes me feel like it’s going to be all right.” He touches the pendant at his throat. “Kind of like Desna. Tymora, you call her here.”

“I wish I could tell you we were headed somewhere,” she murmurs, almost too quietly to be heard over the wind.

“You’re running from something.” As if it’s a joke he says this with mock gravity, although not without sympathy. “Let me try to guess. I’m an expert palm reader. May I?”

Lariel can only imagine Zrise’s reaction to this person prying into their affairs—but Zrise isn’t here, is he? She offers her small, cold hand.

“Hm,” he peers closely at her palm and pokes at the creases as if teasing out their secrets. “Aha. Here it is. Escaping an arranged marriage.”

Her eyes widen. She looks at her own hand. “Where do you see that?”

But when she glances up she realizes he’s laughing at her gently. “Your brother told me.”

“Oh.” She reddens but his teasing seems so friendly she can only laugh. “Wait—my brother told you that?”

“We talked,” he shrugs, as if it’s normal that Zrise would confide anything to anyone.

She frowns at him sidelong.

He misunderstands. “Don’t worry, this is not a bid to besmirch your honor. I’m not much for besmirching ladies.”

She remembers Zrise’s tirade about her naiveté with Venan and decides to stay on her guard, but it’s so nice to just talk to someone. “I suppose you’re running away from something too.”

“I like to think of it more as running towards something,” he says, looking hopefully out to the horizon.

“Towards what?”

“I’ll know when I get there.”

Lariel laughs with delight. “That sounds wonderful,” she says, but she’s unable to hide a hint of wistfulness in her voice.

“No reason you shouldn’t look at it that way too.”

He’s right, she realizes. Her mind has been so mired in that prison of a family manor and escaping from it that she still feels its drag on her every thought, the oppressive hands of the past pulling her under so she’s hardly had a moment with her head above water just to breathe. Unconsciously her hand goes to her throat.

Before she can answer, the cabin door slams open with a splintering crack and her brother Zrise stomps out, dragging something that turns out to be the scruff of the young redheaded sailor’s neck—the only sailor who dared speak to her once. He hauls the whimpering man like a dog toward the gunwale, and for a moment Lariel thinks he’s going to throw him to the gulls like a shrimp, but then Zrise notices her standing there with the bard and his face slackens from rage to an awkward, forced smile.

“Can’t take a joke, can you?” he snaps at the young sailor, dropping him to the deck like a rag. “I wasn’t really going to…”

Lariel expects Zrise to storm up and “escort” her back into the cabin but he’s gone an odd shade of his usual pale and seems… embarrassed? He’s wearing his stupid boots like he’s trying to impress someone. To her surprise he slinks back into the cabin without another word.

She and the bard rush to the aid of the sailor but as soon as he’s on his feet he’s away, and neither of them says a word about it as they go back to contemplating the horizon together.

When at last the chill starts getting under their skin they head into the cabin. The sailors are watching an approaching ship on intercept course and muttering about pirates.

“Looks like things are about to get even more interesting,” says Lariel, trying to feel optimistic.

“I’m not worried. You have a damn good arm,” says Siavash. He kisses her on the cheek and she feels her optimism float up and crystallize. “It’ll be fine.”