#khel is not my character

[sohkatani]

FFXIV Write 2023 - Prompt #3: Silence

Reverent.

There was no other word for the silence that lingered between the two of them, amongst tender, slowly exploratory kisses. And yet, were she to close her eyes, she knew his mouth as well as she knew her own. His lips slid across hers, warm and wet, his tongue teasing, tasting, his long hair tickling her bare shoulders, clad only in war paint and cloth straps.

There was nothing awkward about this silence. The little shaman didn't feel the need to fill the void with flirty words or sassy teases, as she normally would have. It had taken them so long to get to this point, but this was right. It felt right. The bridging of their past lives as lovers to the present - not just lovers, but as soul mates. Khel.

Dear Khel, who had waited half a lifetime to find her again. To find his little Sunspark.

He kissed her throat and she lifted her chin, gathering the strands of his hair at the nape of his neck. She stared at the stars through the little vent-hole at the top of the yurt and thought about how much she loved him, in so little time. Her heart had known what her head hadn't. Her heart had known just how it fit inside his, so perfectly, how her body molded to his, as if she had been made for him.

How could it be that she could love three, so deeply and steadfastly, all so different in their own ways? Strong, brooding Altan, sweet, kind Ganzorig, and now Khel, who had brought memories back to her that she knew in her heart were true of their lives together on the Steppe.

Burying his face in the crook of her neck, he inhaled deeply of her scent. He'd told her no, but what she hadn't realized was that it hadn't been a no. It had been a not yet. This rejoining of bodies and hearts was going to be a soft thing, a sweet and poignant thing, one of coaxing past lives to the surface, one that wouldn't be complete until he knew every inch of her body again, and she of his. It was to be a reawakening. "I love you," she whispered, barely a breath, gripping his hair to make him look up at her. "I love you."

These words that he'd only heard for the first time in this life moments ago, these words, she wanted to impress upon him. That she, in this life, loved him. He smiled, and it was perfect. Just for her. Just as it always had been, just as it always would be.

[zhakyria]

Today, I decided to be ambitious and I drew @kemendin's Khel with Quinn. I still have a long ways to go before I get to where I want to be with my art, but being able to get this far has been really great.

[5unrider]

koa khel-halcyon is so funny. here's this guy wrapped up in so much grief and guilt, who has been temporally displaced to such a wild and unfathomable degree as a result of being frozen for essentially ~2000 years, who has lost everything and everyone he knows save for one person (miraculously), and he has to acclimate to an entirely different jedi order than what he knows - to an entirely different galaxy - and on top of all of that … he's space southern

[elgaladwen]

Osdrid and Kheledis

I don't post about these two enough, but Osdrid belongs to @sewer-princess, and runs an IC coffee shop in Thorin's Gate with his best buddy Rodling the hobbit. My dwarrowdam, Kheledis, found her way there as a caravan guard, a couple of years after escaping Mordor, and has hardly left since, for the first time finding a place that feels like home.

And because I like nauseatingly sweet couples and angst, here are a couple fics that were after RP in mid 2022 (one of which involved Khel accidentally tossing Rodling across a pub in the Yondershire while they were arm wresting) This is of course my take, and so Osdrid and Rodling might not be totally true to character, since they're not mine!

A Hangover

Kheledis awoke with a splitting headache. It was not something she was unused to, for after being liberated from Mordor, she'd been drunk more often than not for a while, but lately she'd been better about such. Though she wasn't trying to dull her pain and memories as she had in the past, there was still something alluring about that alcoholic haze where she wasn't as afraid to talk, or smile. She felt as if there were a certain level that made her a better fighter, too, for she was less careful, and gave it her all- She suddenly remembered tossing Rodling across the room, and she winced. How were hobbits so light and delicate? Perhaps it didn't really make her a better fighter. Rodling was fine, though, perhaps hobbits were sturdy after all? Thank goodness!

She hadn't really meant to drink so much, but the hobbits of Yondershire had so many homebrews and pubs, and even some brews she knew from elsewhere, so she had started quite early. That and being around Osdrid all day made her nervous. Not in a bad way, yet she was so afraid she'd say or do something stupid, that she found it easier to have a mug in hand, and to drink rather than speak. Yet she'd managed to drink so much that she'd made a fool of herself anyway! Would Osdrid and Rodling still think she was fit to protect their caravan at this point?

She groaned and rolled over, thankful for the bed in the inn room they'd rented, even if she generally preferred sleeping outside when traveling, with the wide sky above her, and the smell of grass and leaves around her, something she'd only gotten to experience since she started her new life.

"Awake now, sleepyhead?" Came a voice nearby, one that she recognized right away, causing her heart to flutter as she sat up in alarm, head pounding. Osdrid was seated in a chair beside her bed, with a book in his lap, looking fresh, cheerful, and quite handsome- The opposite of how she likely looked.

"H-how long have you been here?" She managed to rasp out, her mouth dry, and eyes wide.

"Well," Osdrid said, gently closing the book. "I made sure you were tucked in comfortably last night, and I came back this morning to see how you were, and bring you this." He gestured to a small, steaming pot of coffee and cup upon the nightstand, that smelled amazing, and Kheledis felt her heart melting, sure as a sugar cube would in her cup.

"You, uh, didn't have to… And after how I acted…" Her voice was so quiet that Osdrid had to lean forward a little to hear, as Kheledis added. "Thank you."

"How you acted? You mean tossing Rodling? He'll be ok, his ego needed it!" Osdrid answered jovially, though he added more quietly, "If you mean falling asleep on me, well, that wasn't so bad, and we got you to bed safe and sound." She could see his cheeks were a little pink as he added quickly, "What are friends for, after all?"

Kheledis noticed he hadn't mentioned letting their hands rest atop one another's as they had sat in the booth, but she secretly thought that that hadn't been so bad either.

Osdrid reached over and poured some of the coffee into the cup, commenting, "Now it might taste a little off, since there are some herbs in there to help you feel better. Rodling swears by them after a night of drinking! But it shouldn't be so much that you don't enjoy the coffee."

Kheledis felt tears pricking at her eyes. No one had ever taken care of her like this before! If she was braver, she'd jump up and hug Osdrid, yet it was probably good she wasn't brave in that way, for she was sure she smelled awful and needed a bath. "Thank you." She finally managed to murmur, a little huskily. "You are so kind."

"Oh pah." Uttered Osdrid, as Kheledis reached to take the cup. "Wouldn't want you to be out of commission all day!"

Kheledis carefully took a sip, feeling the warmth spread through her, and she could not help but smile at her companion as she lowered the cup again. "I think this will make me feel like myself again." She said softly, appreciating the pink color that had yet to fade from Osdrid's cheeks.

"You have a nice smile." He whispered to her, and her own cheeks swam with heat.

"So do you!" She blurted awkwardly in return, before taking a large gulp of her coffee to hide her face. When she peeked back at Osdrid, he was indeed smiling upon her, and she felt as if her heart were melting further.

Embarrassed, she tried to change the subject quickly, gaze falling to the book that still sat in his lap. "What were you reading?"

He smiled more and held up the cover, and Kheledis started to panic, only recognizing a few of the letters in the title, until she saw there was a picture of some sort of cake on the front. A cookbook, it must be! "Oh a cookbook! Is there anything good within?"

Osdrid gave her a strange look, and replied, "Aye, there are some recipes mixed in. I might try to make one or two when we're back home."

Kheledis looked down shyly. "I bet they'll be wonderful."

Chuckling good-naturedly, Osdrid uttered, "You can be the first to try them!"

They sat in companionable silence after that, as Kheledis finished her coffee, feeling much improved by the time she was done. "Your coffee here would have saved me many wasted mornings in the past. It seems to be magic!"

Osdrid leaned toward her, patting her hand. "You know where to get more, should you ever need it."

They looked into one another's eyes, faces not far apart, and though Kheledis had thought it was something she'd never care for, she suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to close the distance between them, and kiss this dwarf who stirred her heart so.

Instead, she pulled back, speaking quickly, "I should bathe, I must be a right mess!"

She looked back up in time to see a look of fleeting disappointment cross Osdrid's features, and she added, "Would you… Like to do something after? If you're not busy I mean, I know you've spent all morning here-"

Osdrid cut her nervous rambling off gently. "I would love to. In fact, I'll go get us something to eat, and come back, then we can decide what to do."

Kheledis smiled at him gratefully. "Thank you, Osdrid."

He gave a bow, and left the room, his book and jacket still on the chair.

Kheledis bathed quickly in the room's small washtub, the water long gone cold, but it was clean, so she minded not. It felt good to wash off the sweat and grime of the previous day and fitful night, and she even combed clove scented oil into her hair and beard, hoping to look and smell good for Osdrid. She dressed quickly, selecting a long tunic over tight trousers, and before she began to braid her hair or beard, she wandered over to the chair, picking up Osdrid's jacket reverently. She loved how he dressed, even if she also wished to see him in his Hobnanigans uniform more often, sweaty and sleeveless. She brought the jacket to her nose, breathing in the smell of him. Baked goods and coffee, and something else she couldn't describe. It made her feel safe and warm…

Just then there was a knock at the door, and she let the jacket drop back to the chair, realizing how creepy she'd look if he saw her sniffing it. "Come in!" She called out, as she rushed to open the door, revealing Osdrid himself, carrying a tray with two cinnamon buns, and more coffee.

"These are from a local bakery, and I dare say they're as good as ours, and they've bought some bags of our own beans to brew!"

Kheledis was excited for them, for she knew they hoped to have their coffee more widely distributed. "That is wonderful!"

She watched Osdrid set the tray on the bed, then straighten to look at her, taking in her yet unbraided hair and beard, and suddenly she was nervous again.

"Do you.. Do you need help braiding your beard?" Osdrid asked in a whisper, his face turning that lovely shade of pink.

Kheledis stepped closer to him. "Can you do it the way you do your hair? I love your hair."

In response, Osdrid reached up and pulled off his cap, letting it fall to the floor. "Of course!"

Kheledis lifted her hand and let her fingers flutter over his thick braids, admiring them in the late morning light from the window, and she smiled to herself as Osdrid closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. Encouraged, she let her hand slide down his temple to his cheek, and finally to his jaw, fingers carefully running through his own beard now. "So soft…" she whispered, knowing her own cheeks were pink as his.

She felt giddy, never imagining she'd do something like this without being drunk, yet she was glad she wasn't, for she wanted to experience the moment fully.

Finally she lowered her hand, only to find Osdrid's now lifting to her beard, beginning to braid, his face aglow with a blush and a smile.

Osdrid was nearly done braiding by the time Kheledis worked up the courage to kiss his cheek as a thank you. Surely that wouldn't be too forward, friends sometimes kissed one another on the cheek after all! As he secured the last bead, she beamed at him, leaning closer-

A voice called out, "Hullo! There you both are! Oh, was I interrupting something?" Rodling wandered into the room, looking up at them appraisingly, before shrugging, and going to the bed, where he picked up one of the cinnamon buns. "You could have closed the door, you know." He added with a wink, before taking a bite.

Kheledis quickly took a step back from Osdrid, hoping she hadn't made them appear indecent. "Osdrid was just helping me with my braids! He's so good at it!"

"Uh huh." Answered Rodling with his mouth full, looking at them knowingly.

Coffee and Company

Kheledis rushed through Thorin's Gate, headed toward the neighborhood and shops, feeling overheated and sweaty even in the chill mountain air. Normally, she'd have stopped by her lodgings first to bathe quickly, for she hated the idea that she might seem gross or unkempt to her friends… Well, really Osdrid, but her shift had gone late today, and how would she see them… Osdrid, if she stopped to change and bathe?

She had taken to working in the nearby mines again, rather than going off with caravans, because she really didn't like being away from Osdrid for weeks at a time, especially since their trip to Yondershire. It had felt so very good to see and talk to him each day, and she did very much enjoy Rodling's company too, even if not for the same reasons. The work was hard, and paid less, but to her it was worth it, for she was able to visit the shop nearly every day, and in the evening, Osdrid always had a hot, soothing drink awaiting her when she'd stop by. She often would stay and help close up, so that she could have an excuse to talk to him more, and though Osdrid always tried to politely refuse her help, she could tell he enjoyed her company too.

Breathless, she reached the door of Firebreath Coffee, to see Osdrid poking his head out, surprise and a smile on his face as he spied her.

"Os..drid…hi." Kheledis wheezed, as he took her arm, guiding her inside.

"Khel," He chucked, taking in her harried appearance, "You can always come in, even if we're closed, you don't have to rush so!"

Bowing her head shyly, Kheledis mumbled, "Didn't want to be a bother."

Osdrid clapped her on the back, before moving toward the counter. "As if you would ever be a bother!"

The shop was dim, apparently having just been closed for the night, and the light from Lucy's fireplace cast a relaxing gold glow over everything. "I have your drink here." Osdrid went on. "Though let me warm it over a flame, so it's hot again. I'm glad you could make it!" He turned back to her as he got out a small burner, lit it, and set the heavy mug atop the grate. "Straight from work I see?"

Kheledis nodded, finally speaking. "Yes, I was deep in, and we had found a good spot, so I didn't leave at the shift bell. So I had to come straight here, uh, sorry." She looked down in embarrassment at her dusty clothes and hands, and she feared to take off her helmet, for how sweaty her hair would be beneath.

"Sorry for what? I've been in here many a time in a more sorry state after Hobnanigans games! You should see the mud I've tracked in even! Rodling refused mopping duty for a week. Feel free to use the basin though, if you want to wash your hands and face."

Kheledis found herself smiling at the image of a sweaty, muddy Osdrid roaring in victory after a match, and at the way he put her so at ease. "Thank you." She murmured, with a small smile herself, as she went to the basin.

Osdrid busied himself with her drink as she washed up, and she found she felt much better after she'd taken off the mining helmet, and splashed water through her braided hair. She soon was standing near him as he placed the warm drink into her now clean hands, and she felt truly at peace for the first time that day.

"Now Khel, it's not too dangerous in your part of the mine is it? I worry about you down there." He was close to her, and his concern for her well-being made her cheeks warm.

"The mines here are some of the safest, truly." She murmured, enjoying the warmth of both Osdrid and the drink. "They care about the workers more than the profit." Truly, having been a slave, she could hardly fathom this, and would be fine working in less safe conditions for pay,but it was nice nonetheless.

Osdrid nodded. "Good, as it should be. Though I still hope you are not working yourself too hard. Come, shall we sit?"

Kheledis followed Osdrid to the couch, where they both sat, though Osdrid soon pushed on Kheledis's shoulders, urging her so that her back faced him. "I can rub your shoulders as we talk." His words were soft, and his fingers already felt amazing pressing into her sore flesh.

"You don't have to-" Kheledis tried to refuse, but Osdrid stopped her.

"Shh, I want to, I can feel how tense you are." He worked her shoulders, and Kheledis wasn't sure she'd ever felt anything so good, though his closeness made her cheeks go pink.

"Th-thank you. That feels amazing." She stammered, resisting the urge to turn and look into Osdrid's kind face, but blushing all the more as she thought of it.

"Aye well, what are friends for?" He said shyly, his thumbs rubbing relaxing circles into her. "Though, uh, I'll have you know I don't rub just any friend this closely."

He was quite close to her, with his thigh snug against Kheledis's backside, and at his words, she found herself leaning back, gratified when she felt his chest against her back. The rubbing slowed, and she heard him whisper, "Khel…"

"Osdrid, I…" What. What was she trying to say? That she liked the feeling of being pressed against him? That he took better care of her than anyone had in her life? That she wanted to see him each and every day, and help take care of him, as he did her? “I.. Uh…Thank you.” She finished lamely, unable to articulate even a little of what she felt.

She heard Osdrid swallow as she sat forward again, his massaging continuing. “You know I am here for you.” He whispered close to her ear, sending pleasant shivers through her.

Kheledis felt tears welling at her eyes, an unfamiliar sensation that made her freeze. What was wrong with her? What were these feelings? Unable to handle it, she turned quickly to face Osdrid, clasping both of his hands in hers where they were still raised, his face bearing mild confusion.

“Osdrid, I.. reallycareaboutyou.” She mumbled, her cheeks going scarlet.

She saw his face relax into a happy smile, and he squeezed her hands. “I know Khel. I care about you too.”

She nodded, as if neither of them had said anything strange, and quickly turned away again, rubbing her eyes with the back of a hand as Osdrid began to rub her shoulders once more.

Kheledis cursed herself for saying something so dumb as she lay in bed that night, yet she also remembered how Osdrid had smiled at her mumbled words, his eyes crinkling slightly at the corners, and that made her chest feel warm, even as her shoulders and back felt at ease from his massage. She made up her mind to ask Osdrid to spend some time with her, perhaps for drinks at the tavern, and then a nice walk in the snowy woods afterward. She could hold his hands in hers to keep him warm…

With that thought, she drifted into a peaceful slumber, dreaming of coffee, and the company of a certain dwarf.

[kemendin]

Can you tell me about your other Swtor Ocs?

By 'other' I'm gonna assume 'ones who are not my main lads Cas and Khel' haha. So let's see....

Damaskh, aka Cipher Twelve: My Imperial Agent, who actually doesn't follow the game's IA storyline. Genderfluid half Zeltron, half Sith pureblood. His specialties are disguise and infiltration, primarily for longterm undercover missions. He's a background character - I really don't have a lot of actual story or plot for him, except when he pops up occasionally in Khel's world, but I do find his 'casual but deadly' manner to be immensely entertaining.

Darius Serapis: My canon Republic Trooper, and Caspian's older brother. He's a die-hard Republic loyalist with a no-nonsense attitude, sometimes harsh and unyielding, but he's got an excellent reputation among the lower ranks as a commander who never leads from the back or leaves a soldier behind. He and Cas do share a fierce family loyalty to one another, even if they disagree on a lot of things.

Emryn Solari: A Republic medic who's highly Force sensitive but actually declined to join the Jedi, preferring to serve as a field medic in the military. He often comes off as naive and mild-mannered, but he's surprisingly level-headed when working under fire. He was Caspian's best friend when they were growing up on Corellia, and he joins Cas' crew as their medic during Chapter 3 of the JK story (basically replacing Doc, who doesn't join up in my canon).

Maahes: A Sith battle prodigy who defected to the Jedi at the tail end of the Great War, and who is now a respected if somewhat maverick Jedi Master. Stern but kind, he has an understated sense of humour which I adore, and is often tasked with chaperoning groups of Jedi-in-training on field trips. He's also Caspian's former mentor, and something of an unspoken father figure for Cas.

Shod'al Kur, aka Darth Syphon: Similar vibes to the Sith Inquisitor story, only a few generations earlier, aka former slave who clawed his way to power and now sits on the Dark Council. He's far more about cunning than brute force, and always has a feel out for the pulse of how things are going in the Sith Order. He's a newer OC, so I don't know a lot more about him yet - but I do know that he went through Sith training with Maahes, and the two became friends, then lovers, and while Maahes defected, Shod'al refused to give up his place of power and remained in the Empire.

Vanirr Kel-Su - My canon-ish Jedi Consular. He embodies everything the Jedi are supposed to be, in the layman's eye - good and bad. He's calm and scholarly, an exceptional diplomat and excellent at sneaking around to find the path of least violence, both literally and figuratively. Unfortunately, he knows he's all of this, and so he's also quite preachy and thinks he can handle anything, especially all those dangerous artefacts out there. He and Caspian went through Jedi training together - they didn't get along then, and they don't get along now.

Ibis: A non-canon-story smuggler who's really out there just to cause some chaos and then sit back with popcorn. They live for danger and entertainment - credits are just a bonus. Like Damaskh, more of a background character till they deign to tell be more about themself.

[ccstiles]

Silly little thing I thought of!

I had the idea where people can send some asks in for my different OCs, and I'd answer them in character! It would be super fun, plus, I can introduce some newer people to y'all!

Oki, the roster is:

- Icarus

- Khel

- Siber

- Ralti

- Mautur

- Lais

- Hale

These are just my personal OCs, if you know of my other characters that are inserts for a series (Sammy, Palmer, Wynn, etc) then feel free to ask them stuff as well!

[hintsoftheredlightdistrict]

spoilers for the newest scanlated ToG chapter under the cut

if im understanding the most recent ToG chapter correctly, at the time of the flashback the 10GF and Jahad had already sealed their own memories once? the incident that Gustang is learning about from the book Bam absorbed is, I assume, roughly analogous to the current flashback - although interestingly the current flashback lacks a single focal character; much of the recent chapters centers around Traumerei and Enkidu but a variety of things have happened throughout the recent chapters that aren't known to either of them. these don't seem to be Gustang's memories either.

It's almost more like the collective memories of the major figures from that time were sealed. However, there may be a different explanation. The book is not the only source of 10GF memories in Bam - he also has the Leviathan that Traumerei sealed his memories inside. a lot of people, myself included, have been asking why Bam needed the Leviathan powerup at this point in the story. I think this might be why.

The power of the Leviathan hasn't been particularly well defined, which might be because the powerup is a complete red herring, and the main reason SIU had Bam absorb the Leviathan was to justify the commingling of Traumerei's memories with Gustang's

Gustang went into this in search of his own memories, but he got Traumerei's as well. This might change Gustang's agenda going forward pretty significantly, compared to what it would have been if he just recovered his own memories.

To return to my initial confusion, it seems that the 10GF already had their memories of a particular incident sealed some time before the events we are currently seeing. My interpretation of the timeline is something like this:

10GF and their companions ascend to 134th floor. Something happens here, 10GF choose to seal their memories about it and stop climbing. Jahad may or may not also have his memories sealed at this time.

Various parties dissatisfied with the decision make moves against, or at least in defiance of, Jahad and 10GF.

This dovetails with Enkidu's inferiority complex and Traumerei's incel awakening, leading to some kind of major disaster probably involving the deaths of Traumerei's fiancee and one or more other important figures.

10GF choose to have their memories sealed, imprison Enkidu, and vow to no longer concern themselves with Regulars. Once again, Jahad may or may not also have his memories sealed at this time.

The thing that sticks in my craw abt this timeline a little bit is the emphasis on Enkidu's feelings of inferiority and the way the 10GF and their travel companions already seem to put their connections to each other above their more recent relationships. It doesn't explicitly contradict the prev narrative of the event with Enkidu causing the 10GF to distance themselves from the Regulars but it does seem like there is already a kind of explicit rule the 10GF follow governing their relationship to the Regulars.

Maybe this is the case, and what we are seeing is the sequence of events that led to the rule being changed. If true, this is interesting in itself. It seems to imply that the Great Warriors and their travel companions had some kind of internal code of conduct prior to Jahad declaring himself King of the Tower. If this is true, it could be that all of the anti-Jahad movements we're seeing up to the present from FUG and the "revolution" have their roots in an early schism of this group.

It's been very odd to me how easily the revolution has been able to identify and exploit the internal politics of both the Po Bidau and Lo Po Bia families. I had previously chalked it up to the sort of prognostic ability displayed by Guides, Khel Hellam and others - abilities we can be fairly confident that the Captain/Boss has been utilizing since the time of Genesis.

But if FUG and the revolution are led by old traveling companions of the Great Warriors, we have a decidedly less magical explanation for how effectively they're manipulating everything right now.

[alex-supremacy4]

new character ❤

AAAAH

PASSIONATELY KISSES. /J /J /J

his name is jose (can be pronounced any way, just dont get it TOO off..)

he/they/she (listed from 'OH YES PLEASE!!!!' to 'ok')

bigender transmasc (khel i swear to fuckign god im going to punch you in your eye if you make one more male character transmasc - mix)

omniflux (women men women men women wait no he kisses men men men men more men)

" I don't see any point in doing this. " - jose before one of the ladder's bolts fell off and he nearly got a concussion but hes ok

may be part of the double 'r bar universe?? idk

HWLP. I SHOWED HIM TO ONE OF MY FRIENDS AMD THEY SAID

IM FUCKING SHRINKING?? (minuscule mix)

[tiredassmage]

35 for oc asks

[Little OC Creation Asks]

35. What things do you most want to see in someone’s OC? Or what do you always find the most interesting? Or stimulating, if you’re in that sort of mood?

I... honestly just want people to have fun with their blorbos? I genuinely do not have to get anything or everything, but if I see someone is getting joy out of their blorbo and sharing their blorbo lore, fuck yes tell me more about blorbo from your brain!!!!

Though I suppose I find interesting threads in themes like loyalty and devotion. If I may plug some amazing mutuals (fic rec fic rec fic rec!!), @kemendin draws me in with Khel & Quinn, Cas & Scourge with such themes, @eorzeashan's Eight's dynamic with Jadus has genuinely changed my understanding of Imperial Agent, I think, in such a delectable way and Eight just fascinates me. I want to study him under a microscope. And @captainderyn has me hooked on Five (I have... a thing for troubled Imperial Agents. Can you tell???) and I'm adopting Roslynd and the terrible little dysfunctional agent family that is Era, Five, and Ros. I'm getting Mor lore about her Struggle(TM) to Represent and just khghlfdaflsdf. BUFFET. I AM BEING FED. SO WELL.

They're all amazing ocs who have incredibly passionate creators behind them and it just shows in what they go through. I love the journey of finding what motivates a character, what drives them, what do they value, what do they value enough to break for, to live for? What's their dynamic like with the people who see them like no one else? I will always show up for that buffet.

So, I guess if I had to sort of itemize the list as like development questions, who or what are they loyal to? What does loyalty mean/look like to them? Is it important to them to keep promises, their word, etc.? Is that different for people they're close with and people they know just more professionally? Do they like what they're doing, their current direction in life, etc.? Is there something they'd change? Is there someone or something that makes or would make them want to change? I love to see their connections.

But I literally cannot emphasize enough how much joy I get just from people enjoying their characters. That's your fuckin' EPIC blorbo that you shared! That can take a lot!!!! And if I could, I'd fight everyone who ever made that process difficult because the joy I've been lucky enough to experience rather consistently in my time in fandom has been sharing and connecting with other people over love for characters - and a lot of it has been through ocs. I am constantly delighted by being able to share in that process with others. Be ungovernable!!!!!! Be obnoxious!!!! It's good for the soul!!!! This is the blorbo website!!!!! I can and I WILL make homemade sharpie rooting for them signs if that will make your experience better!!!!

[spieluhrzeit]

guys, i have a confession to make.

i have a shark familiar. yeah. her name is khels (pronounced 'kells') and whenever i summon her, she bites the heads off whoever we're fighting and lets the blood ooze. she's one of my best friends, and we've killed a lot of people together. i also frequently explore this place called the deep down. it's like a dark and spiritually eerie version of the world we know inhabited by shadow people. i'm so well known, i basically run the place.

i'm sorry this is how you guys found out. i hope you'll all forgive me. 😔

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hi. that was all a lie. i don't have a shark familiar (though that'd be cool), and i don't explore the deep down (it doesn't even exist)

but my oc does!

this is aria. she stars in a series i'm creating named puppe. khels is her familiar and she's so well known she basically runs this alternate world. she fights a lot of people, and enjoys every moment of it.

her last name is lindemann, and she was created with till lindemann in mind and he inspired her look, hence the black face paint (to resemble his in adieu), and while her own character is still pretty light despite her enjoyment of violence, applying the logic of "if someone writes about abuse they're probably an abuser" to aria and by extension me would mean that i'm also a murderer who takes pleasure in fighting and causing carnage with a shark as my familiar.

i'm not, btw. i don't condone violence or murder. but that doesn't mean i don't enjoy writing about it.

my point is, it's a bit shitty to hold till to this standard when so much other stuff exists that touches on the same topics. if you think till's an abuser or a rapist because of the poems and lyrics he writes, there's a lot of stuff you should probably stop consuming. here's a good list by theelliotsmiths. (scroll to the bottom)

till, you'll never read this, but i love you, and i'm so glad i gave you a chance. i'm no longer feel guilty or afraid to be a rammstein fan. we all love you so much, and i just wanna give you a huge hug. you'll be my muse for ages to come, along with the other boys. you can rest now.

[i-am-still-bb]

Hi lovely! I may have missed the boat somewhere but why the name change? What does Khel mean, in reference to you anyway? Not to be too nosey but I'm an inquiring mind! I hope all is well with you. 😁🥰

Hey!

I just felt like a bit of a change, but didn't want to change it too much. And it brings my username here more in line with how I think of myself as a writer. I think of myself in different roles with different names, if that makes sense?

Khel is a shortened form of Kheldar, a character from David Eddings' Belgariad series (such a fun fantasy series if you're looking for recommendations).

[storyhaunt-a]

#STORYHAUNT.

a writing & roleplay blog, dedicated to several characters across sources. placing focus on original characters. mutuals only, and will exclusively interact with those who are 20+. basic rp etiquette applies. portrayed by vincent (he/him, 21+). rules and muses below the cut.

written in affiliation with … @proditeur, @redemnation, @cloistress

RULES.

this blog is 18+, and only interacts with muns who are 20 years of age and older. mature and otherwise triggering themes will be present on this blog, including but not limited to; general violence, discussion of mental health, and gore. i will rarely write anything intimate in nature, though the motivation may occasionally arise. all topics will be tagged accordingly. if you need anything specific tagged, or i forget to properly tuck something away, just shoot me a message and i'll take care of that.

i generally do not follow duplicates. this one may be a bit harder to keep up with, due to the fact that i will not be broadcasting my canon muses, but nevertheless, i am still going to be cautious when it comes to blogs which write the same characters as i do. miscommunications happen all too frequently in the rpc, and i would rather avoid potential drama altogether.

if you're going to unfollow me, i ask that you at least soft block. i will extend the same courtesy to you, unless your rules specifically state to hard block.

i am slow. there are going to be frequent bouts of inactivity, and writing will not happen every day. writing, being on this blog, it's a hobby, and i am an adult with a million and one responsibilities to prioritize above it.

i will not interact with anything that has to do with the boys, hazbin hotel, or disney star wars. there may be an extreme few exceptions for the utmost latter, but otherwise, i have no interest in touching or writing any of these things.

MUSES.

D&D.

amaris nightsong / jergalspawn, 'tiefling'. sorcerer. he/him.

andras / bhaalspawn, 'tiefling' (werewolf). cleric. he/they.

ateras / bhaalspawn, 'tiefling'. sorcerer. they/them.

kaedis / dragonborn. sorcerer. he/him.

rivalt stormblade / half-elf (undead). warlock. he/him.

seòras / half-elf. warlock. he/him.

the dark urge / dragonborn. sorcerer. it/its.

x'yra / drow. sorcerer. she/her.

FFXIV.

day breaker / hrothgar. she/her.

t'khot ndai / miqo'te. he/him.

DRAGON AGE.

amiyr tabris / elf. rogue, assassin. he/him.

calwyn mahariel / elf. archer. she/her.

hawke shrakaah / ?. rogue. he/they.

jace hawke / human. mage, apostate. he/him.

COMICS.

artemiy / cerberus. operative, freelance agent. he/him.

roman costea / wraith. vigilante, anti-hero. he/him.

STAR WARS.

atyur'os'eko, 'rose' / chiss. operative, aristocra. he/him.

havok / human. spy, operative. he/him.

kal tizaara / mirialan. force-user. he/him.

koa khel-halcyon / human. jedi. he/him.

n'aji karval / mirialan. jedi. he/him.

varik sunrider / human. dark jedi, bounty hunter. he/him.

URBAN FANTASY.

avallach 'bigby' kenward / the spirit king. he/him.

malahki rosewood / paranormal investigator, detective (werewolf). he/him.

mircea van helsing / monster hunter. he/him.

james yeung / sorcerer. he/him.

keva / vampire. he/they.

lucas greenwood / ?. he/him.

susan pendragon / eldritch knight. she/her.

CENTER-RING.

dhamrys alveron / rhaggar. he/him.

gwenaith / erynai. she/her.

kaarstelis, 'stella' / goddess. she/they/it.

rýsir fel / rhaggar, gyryth. he/they/it.

[titanomarchy]

One of my favorite things in fiction is mutation and hybridization, especially if it happens to pre-existing characters (e.g., they were born a normal human, but then changed later on). This also ties into some of my common headcannons for my Conan Exiles character. Either:

1.) the character is a lesser demon from the Outer Dark, and either built itself a body (like Khosatral Khel in the Conan story The Devil in Iron) or somehow gathered a cult that made them a body.

2.) A sorcerer that went Too Far with their experiments with magic.

3.) An alchemist that Fucked Around and Found Out, mutating themself with experimental procedures.

4.) An actual literal extraterrestrial, like Yag-Kosha in the Conan story The Tower of the Elephant.

5.) One that I haven't thought of until right now, but a human that was chosen and altered by one of the gods of the setting. This could tie in with 2 I suppose. Both 2 and 5 can be justified with the mutation of normal humans into Imps, as seen in Exiles, due to the influence of the altar to Hanuman causing latent magical corruption in the area.

6.) A Deviant, as sometimes Conan lore intersects with Marvel Comics

[kemendin]

I do enjoy the unconventional combos! My two main ones:

Khel, my Sith Warrior. I think way back in the mists of time, he started out as just #aesthetic, but I've since incorporated his being Mirialan into large chunks of his story. He hails from a planet of my own creation, which is one of the few loyal Imperials planets with a predominantly alien population, and that gives him a unique perspective. I also just really enjoy exploring the clash of an alien character who's incredibly proud to be Sith and steadfastly devoted to the Empire. He's well aware of his uphill struggle, but he uses his experience as an alien to try and bring the Empire into a new, more progressive era.

And then this is Maahes, who's not a class story character, but the Jedi Master who trained Caspian, my canon JK. Maahes was a Sith battle prodigy who defected to the Jedi during the tail end of the Great War, a) because he saw the war as pointless and b) because he was very curious about the Jedi and their ways, and daringly surrendered himself to them (and, eventually, after much struggle, became a well respected member of the Order). When I was inventing Cas' mentor figure, I settled specifically on a Sith pureblood because I wanted an unconventional master for an unconventional padawan (Cas was a handful, okay?), and also because this ties into Cas being more open to working with Scourge later on - he's already had experience with one pureblood, and doesn't have the same prejudices or assumptions another Jedi might have.

(Also I just love purebloods. One of my fave Star Wars species.)

swtor people!

do you have any characters of unconventional species-class combos? pureblood troopers, mirialan sith, chiss jedi, you name it.

why did you decide on that combination? was it just the cool factor or did you have some elaborate backstory in mind?

[kemendin]

Played through the False Emperor flashpoint for GS stuff (I'm way behind but I can't really care that much) and now I'm having feelings again over how that all goes down in my canon:

Basically, when Malgus pulls his little coup, it's Khel who reaches out to the Republic forces - and in doing so, to Caspian - to be all 'Hey. Common enemy here, right? Let's take him down together and both sides will be minus one problem.' This is Cas' first direct contact with Khel, and he's definitely surprised by how calm and reasonable the new Emperor's Wrath seems to be. But all things considered, there doesn't seem to be a better option here, so it's agreed - they'll work together to stop Malgus.

Thus the strike team that infiltrates Malgus' station consists of Cas, Kira, Scourge, Khel, and Quinn (and maybe I'll add other characters later when and if I actually write this fic, but those are the main players here). An extremely capable, if rather tense, group of people, who are sure to get the job done, and Khel is even gracious enough to let Cas take the lead on this one.

Unfortunately, Malgus' space station is not just any old space station - it's the repurposed Emperor's fortress, where Cas, not too long ago, was imprisoned for the most horrific six months of his life. He knows this, he's really not excited about the prospect of being there again, but he ignores Kira's suggestion that he stay behind and insists on going there anyway, because he's Cas. He has to keep going, he has to push through.

Aaaand it turns out, he can't. He still doesn't remember much of what happened to him here, which is probably for the best, but one thing he does remember is the environment. The shining black walls, the searing white and scarlet lights, the hollow chill gnawing at his flesh. He makes it a few corridors into the place, maybe, but then he starts getting flashes of memories, and fear overcomes him, and he nearly has a full blown breakdown right there because he can't, he can't, he can't endure this again.

He's in no condition to continue the mission - but he can't exactly just up and leave again, either. So instead, the group splits. Kira takes Cas and finds a corner close to the hangar where they can hunker down, and from there Cas uses his slicing expertise to try and cut through some of the fortress' defences. Meanwhile, Khel takes the lead in finding Malgus with Quinn, and Scourge goes with them to serve as a guide, because even with Malgus' upgrades to the place, Scourge still knows most of the station's strengths and weaknesses better than anyone.

Nobody has a good time on this trip. Cas feels incredibly humiliated at breaking down like this, particularly in front of the Imperials, and Kira is really trying not to be 'I told you so' about asking him to stay behind, because she was here before too, she gets it, and now she just wants to make sure they all make it out alive. In the other party, Khel is still technically recovering from certain other Incidents on Ilum (Fractures in the Ice, still a WIP, sorry lol), and is just a tiny bit nervous around Scourge, given this former/current Wrath dynamic they've got going on here. Scourge, for his part, is not impressed with either his replacement or the Emperor's, and makes very little effort to hide his contempt for both Khel and Malgus - he just wants to be done with this. And Quinn is trotting along behind them just praying there isn't going to be a fight between them over their current positions, and also putting a whole lot of effort into keeping his mouth shut over the fact that Scourge is a clearly unrepentant traitor.

When it comes to actually confronting Malgus - there's a definite difference of opinions going on. Khel is actually in agreement with Malgus, to a point - he approves of change, particularly with utilising the varied attributes of aliens to strengthen the Empire, and he tries to talk Malgus down. Scourge, however, sees only a chaotic, power-grabbing pretender on the throne, and simply attacks in the middle of Khel's attempted negotiations, because he sees what Khel does not - that Malgus is never going to compromise here.

It's only during the actual fight with Malgus that Scourge gains a little respect for Khel, when he sees that Khel can fight as well as talk. They're both quite adept at reading someone else's movements, so it doesn't take them long to find a working rhythm and be able to coordinate their attacks. Quinn, of course, is used to fighting beside a Force user, and weaves himself in there with his usual competence. It's not an easy fight, but per canon flashpoint etc they manage to defeat Malgus and then hotfoot it out of there, while Cas and Kira make their escape separately.

I think on the way back to Ilum there is a definite moment of danger between Scourge and Khel/Quinn; Scourge is still a traitor, after all, and Khel knows that the Dark Council would just love to get their hands on him. But Khel isn't the type to turn on an ally, however temporary - and besides that, after fighting alongside Scourge, he's not stupid enough to try and take the other Sith by force. So Scourge is returned to his Jedi friends - much to Cas' relief - and the two groups go their separate ways, until the next time their player decides to mash them together.

[artnsalt]

So the Prince division huh...

I'm a lot more attached than I'd like to admit.

Bryant is growing on me like a fungus.