#oc: Kokoa

[oros-ash3s]

⋆˚࿔ Kokoa and Kau’i Kalawaia ｡𖦹°‧

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

Introductory || Kokoa and Kau’i are two of the more important main characters inside The Chrysalis, and are introduced in the fifth arc, titled “The Alliance of Magicae”. Just like the title says, they are apart of the Alliance of Magicae, and are actually the leaders of it after their uncles passing. They soon become very important figures inside Wren, Atlas, and Alastair’s life, introducing them to a whole different world that the three couldn’t have even tried to imagine.

Basics ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

Kokoa ||

★ He/him

★ 19 years old

★ Magicus

★ Aromantic + pansexual, though he usually likes to say he’s “undefined by labels”

★ Hawaiian

──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!

Kau’i ||

★ She/her

★ 19 years old

★ Magicus

★ Lesbian

★ Hawaiian

Fun facts ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

The two are twin siblings, though Kau’i was born about eight minutes prior to Kokoa. Everyone always assumes that Kokoa is older than her though, something that annoys the hell out of her.

A song that fits the two of them very well is Balloon by Tyler the Creator.

Kokoa is 6’4” while Kau’i is only 5’6”, something he mocks her for mercilessly.

They both have pink hair.

Atlas had a big FAT crush on both of them for a while. (They were his awakening no joke.)

They’re in a band called “Motion in Space”. It was a four-person band before two of the members left, but Kokoa and Kau’i kept it going. Atlas joins the band later on, when he is around 19.

Kokoa is in a homoerotic relationship with his best friend.

The two are quite literally inseparable. You can’t find one without the other, one of them always close by.

Kau’i was a scene kid, if you couldn’t tell. The “phase” never fully wore off.

Kokoa is scared of dying.

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

“So…” The boy leans down, now face-to-face with Wren. His eyes are dark, glinting mischievously, and with Atlas out of commission, their gun out of reach, they can’t help but feel intimidated by his presence. So close, too close. “Are you guys with Eden?”

Wren levels their jaw at him, brows furrowed in a thin line. “What’s it to you?”

The snark comes off instantaneously, pure instinct at this point. Even in near-death situations when keeping their big mouth shut would do them some much-needed good, they can’t help it. Avoiding the question, spitting back the first thing that pops in their head — that always seems to be the answer. Even if it lands them in more trouble than not.

The boy snorts. “Is that a no?”

Wren huffs, scowling. From the smirk tugging at his lips, they can tell he knew the answer from before he opened his mouth. This was simply a test, to see what they would say.

“No, I’m not with that fuckin’ crazy-ass organization.” They grunt, eyes narrowed. With the boy so close, Atlas and Alastair held hostage, they don’t attempt to reach for their gun. They can’t let the two of them get hurt. Atlas’ words of wisdom repeat in their head, ordering them to think first, take action second.

Make a plan.

“No?” The boy smiles, standing straight. He moves towards Atlas, frozen in his spot. His eyes are focused straight ahead, hand gripping the gun so tight his knuckles have gone white. His finger is just seconds away from the trigger. A mere moment faster, and he would’ve had them. “Because your friend over here is definitely an Eden soldier.”

He pushes the gun down, forcing Atlas’ arm to aim at the ground instead. The Eden symbol tattooed on his hand is now clearer than ever, flashing up for the both of them to see. The boy glances over his shoulder at Wren, curious, as if to see their reaction.

Wren’s frown deepens. “He’s not.” They snap. They hate this interrogation, hate their helplessness. They’ve become too dependent on Atlas. Without his calm reassurances and level-headedness in their ear, they feel lost again. And the boy isn’t helping, standing so casually, smiling as if they’re old-time friends.

What is he playing at?

“He sure fights like one.” The boy muses. “Almost put a bullet through my sister’s head, the little rascal.”

“I said he’s not.” Wren takes an unsteady step back. They just need to stall. Stall the boy, figure out what he’s here for. Figure out if these two are dangerous or not, and how to get out of here, if so.

The boy hums, examining Atlas’ face. It’s pulled tight, eyes squinting just barely, an expression of pure concentration. A look Wren has seen too many times to count, a look Atlas always gets when they’re in trouble. Only this time, he isn’t conscious enough to protect them.

“Who— who are you?” They blurt, eyes beginning to glow. They don’t like this one bit. They need to get out of here. Fast. “What the hell do you want?”

“The name’s Kokoa,” the boy answers calmly, turning to face them again. “And I have a proposition for you.”

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[ohagiwrites]

✧: *✧･ﾟ:* A Sad Thing *:･ﾟ✧*:✧

Content warning: mentions of death, self harm, suicide attempt, and grief

*:･ﾟ✧*:✧

It’s a sad thing what happened to Alastair Cadwalader.

Bernadette didn’t know him well. In the start she didn’t even care for him very much. But now she feels a lingering guilt — something she’s not accustomed to feeling. She could have been kinder to him, true, but that’s not where the guilt comes from. It comes from watching those around her sink in on themselves, succumbing to their sorrow.

Death itself has never bothered Bernadette. No, why would it? But it bothers her to see its effects on others.

It's been an entire month and Kokoa and Kau’i still haven’t managed to coax Karl out of his tub. And while Bernadette did always find him a bit too squishy and slimy for her liking, it saddens her to hear the twins whispering to each other worriedly, trying to figure out what to do about the boy.

Altynai doesn’t fare much better. She’s not as kind as she once was. Her smooth skin Bernadette was once so fond of is now patchy, dark circles permanently strung under her eyes. All she does is smoke these days, unfortunately for Luna who shares a wall with her and has to smell the smaug in the vents. She covers her third eye with a prosthetic now.

Mahin’s not as kind either. He was never terribly charismatic but now he’s sharper. He snaps at people, ignores others, claiming he’s far too busy to deal with trivial things at the moment. Bernadette thinks he blames Pabitra. Bernadette doesn’t but she understands why. Pabitra herself hasn’t said a thing on the matter but Bernadette knows she feels guilty. She can see it.

James is the loudest about his grief. Not openly so, not to everyone. Only Bernadette knows it. He walks around, silent as a mouse, his head ducked down. She’d think he was a ghost if she didn’t know better. But she does know better. Because every night, when she’s sitting in her bed, she can hear James on the other side of the wall.

It happens the same way every night like clockwork. He closes himself in his room, it’s quiet for a minute, and then the screaming starts. There’s the banging of him throwing things around, fists against the wall, hard enough to crack it. But Bernadette doesn’t complain. Because every night, it ends the same. It goes silent for a minute and then there’s muffled sobbing and it grows louder and louder and Bernadette has to sit and listen until he finally cries himself to sleep in the early morning.

If Bernadette didn’t hear it first hand every night, she would never have known the intensity of his emotions when he leaves his room the next morning, looking dull and numb.

In Bernadette’s personal opinion, it is the most disheartening to see Wren and Atlas. That is, on the rare occasion that anyone sees them at all.

Wren, while still scarce, is seen more often than Atlas. They walk back and forth down the halls sometimes, muttering to themself. Most of it isn’t audible but Bernadette can pick out the same recurring phrases each time. ‘Why’d you do it?’, ‘It’s not the same’, ‘Please say something’. It’s a horribly pitiful thing — someone younger than Bernadette herself walking around and talking to a ghost that isn’t there.

No one dares say anything to them.

The worst thing, Bernadette thinks, is when she can hear Atlas. They all can from the common room. If you’re in any common space when the sobbing starts, you’re bound to hear it all.

It’s painful. No matter where in the living room they’re sitting, when Atlas’s weeping starts, the room falls silent. Most people will sit and listen with grimaces before excusing themselves. James is always the first to rush out of the room to find somewhere quiet.

Not Bernadette. She sits and listens. She listens because she knows it is the only way to hear her friend’s voice again. As distressing as it is to only hear him speak through sobs, at least she can hear something.

Atlas usually doesn’t speak. It’s just loud, heaving sobs that eventually sputter out into little whimpers and then Wren comes out of the room with red eyes, silently getting a glass of water and retreating back into the bedroom that they might as well share with Atlas at this point.

Bernadette knows if he had the chance to end it all he would. If Wren didn’t stick to his side and ensure his safety he would. She knows he’s already tried and failed and that thought makes her queasy. She can still vividly recall Wren bursting into the kitchen sobbing.

‘Atlas. In the bathroom,’ they’d said.

And they all found Atlas exactly where Wren had said. He’d used the same knife they’d found Alastair with.

He’d been angry for a while after that, trying to escape the infirmary. Screaming as they held him down. ‘It’s my fault. It’s all my fault! Let me see him!’

It probably was partially Atlas’s fault. But Bernadette would never say that.

Sometimes, when he’s crying to Wren in his room Atlas says things. And those are the times that Bernadette wishes she wasn’t listening.

‘I wish I was with him, Wren. I wish I was dead.”

It’s always a bit heartbreaking to hear your friend cry and say he wishes he was dead.

Death is quite funny, Bernadette thinks. A tool to free one from their pain only to inflict it upon others. It only leaves them with the desire to end their own pain as well. It’s a cycle of passed down suffering.

It’s a sad thing what happened to Alastair Cadwalader, but what Bernadette thinks is sadder, is that he is not here to see the pain he’s caused.

Kokoa, Kau’i, Luna, Mahin, and Atlas are owned by @oros-ash3s and Wren is co-owned by him

[lemoocado]

[micydraws]

Art pile of my MHA oc Kokoa Takeuchi!🐝💛💛💛

[kosmickaijuu]

“𝚃𝚘 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙾𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝙼𝚢 𝙾𝚠𝚗 𝙿𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝙽𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝙴𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚢𝚜.”

• Model : Rarity Prime @ Maduin • Cosplay : Ryūko Matoi • Series : Kill La Kill

[phonefling]

( ☔ )⠀ —⠀ ULTIMATE MODEL⠀ !.ᐟ

a stimboard inspired by @lunentity's oc pheme dahila ito, can also double as a kokoa stimboard !!! i love when women have hobbies 🫶🫶

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🤍 . ☔ . 🤍

❤ . ❤ . ❤

[evoliravioli]

Doodle dump because i forgot this site exists again (⁠・⁠–⁠・⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

[oros-ash3s]

25 for the oc asks but you have to spin a wheel w all their names and awnser for the oc you get on your 2nd spin

ty for the ask anon!! out of my 76 ocs (YIKES) I landed on Kokoa from my main WIP The Chrysalis, which is co-written with @ohagiwrites ☆⌒(ゝ。∂)

╰⪼ Are they the kind of person who can't resist a good song? Can I catch your OC singing to themselves while they do the dishes?

Kokoa is a very musically-inclined person, considering he’s a lead singer and guitarist in a band. He loves music and can be found humming to himself frequently, helping him along with whatever tedious task he has to attend to. When he was younger him and his twin sister Kau’i were totally those obnoxious theatre kids that sang in public. So yes, you could definitely catch him singing to himself while he does the dishes!!

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[ohagiwrites]

₊✩‧₊˚౨ A Quiet Melody ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

Note: for your reading experience, I cite these songs in order of their appearance.

1. Ballerina — Yehezkel Raz

2. Gentle Adieu — Joshua Kyan Aalampour

3. Letters Never Sent — Million Eyes

Alastair wipes his eyes and sniffs one last time, pushing his shoulders back.

“Sorry,” he says to Kokoa, who stands beside him, one hand on the handle of the closed door before them, the other firmly squeezing Alastair’s shoulder. “I’m ready now.”

Kokoa nods and twists the handle, pushing the door open. Alastair murmurs a thank you and steps inside, knowing Kokoa will be waiting on the other side of the door as it shuts.

Alastair sighs and his eyes immediately find Atlas sitting in his chair in the corner of the room. His head is ducked down, hands fiddling with his clothing. Alastair allows himself a moment to admire him. His hair is growing out again, there’s more color to his skin than there was when they’d found him, and when he looks up at Alastair, he doesn’t growl or snarl but rather shifts slightly towards Alastair as a silent acknowledgment of his presence.

“Hello, Atlas,” Alastair breathes out. Seeing him still makes his chest tight because even after however long it’s been that he’s been back with them, it feels surreal to have Atlas in front of him and for the boy to not be trying to kill him.

Atlas, of course, does not respond. He never does in the beginning. He didn’t yesterday, or the day before, so it’s no surprise really. It always takes him a while to warm up to Alastair’s reappearance.

However, flow of conversation is not at the forefront of Alastair’s mind today. With a quiet hum, he shuffles to sit in the chair across from Atlas’s, their knees close, Atlas’s body heat settling between them and making Alastair all warm inside.

“I thought maybe we could try something new today? If that’s all right with you.”

Atlas pauses his fidgeting and looks up, brows scrunched, eyes narrowed.

“It’s nothing dangerous. Kokoa will escort us to the room and wait outside the door like always,” Alastair adds calmly.

In truth it had taken quite some effort to convince the twins to even think about letting Alastair take Atlas somewhere else, even if it was on the same floor. And still, there were quite a few restrictions. Alastair was not to bring Atlas to see anyone else, Wren included, the twins had stressed.

After a long pause, Atlas nods hesitantly. “Okay,” he mutters.

Alastair’s chest swells up and he flushes, fighting back a smile. “Okay. Perfect. Um, you can just come with me then,” he says, standing and making his way to the door. He glances behind him to ensure Atlas is with him before knocking to let Kokoa know he’s going to open the door and then slowly pulling it open.

“Hi, Kokoa,” Alastair greets with a small smile which the man returns with a wide grin of his own.

“Didn’t take much convincing I see,” he notes before turning to Atlas. “Hey dude, looking good. I think you’ll like what Alastair has planned.” He doesn’t say anymore as he leads the two down the hall.

Alastair knows Kokoa stays quiet because it’s Alastair’s time with Atlas. The twins are always very mindful of not being intrusive of Alastair and Atlas’s time together. Alastair is grateful for this. It’s the only time he gets with Atlas after all.

Kokoa stops at a door at the end of the hallway. “I’ll be out here if you guys need me,” he says, pushing the door open for them and stepping aside.

Alastair smiles softly at Atlas over his shoulder before stepping into the room. Atlas follows and the door clicks shut behind him.

The unused bedroom has been converted, now a neat, relatively empty yet still cozy room with lavender walls and a little bookshelf and an armchair by the window. The centerpiece of the room is a grand piano. It’s not new, the paint is black but worn and chipping in some areas. Yet it’s perfectly tuned.

“Here. You can have a seat if you’d like,” Alastair offers, turning to Atlas. Atlas crosses his arms over his chest and stays standing by the door.

Alastair sighs and crosses the room to sit at the piano bench. “You don’t like it?”

Atlas glares. “What are you trying to do?” he asks, voice tight, eyes narrowed into slits.

“Nothing,” Alastair answers calmly.

Atlas snarls and storms up to Alastair, grabbing him by the collar. “Don’t lie to me,” he snaps. “You can’t keep me in here. Kokoa will let me out.” Atlas’s voice is sharp and angry but panic laces his tone.

Alastair stares up at Atlas, eyes soft with adoration. He very slowly reaches up to touch Atlas’s wrist. The boy flinched and his grip around the front of Alastair’s shirt tightens. “You don’t have to stay Atlas,” Alastair says softly, rubbing small lines along the inside of Atlas’s wrist with his thumb. “I won’t make you.”

Even when his face is scrunched up in a glare, distrusting and wary, Alastair thinks he’s beautiful.

Those eyes. There’s a haunting radiance in the violet that pools, deep and consuming, pulling Alastair in.

“But I would like you to listen, if you’re willing.”

Atlas grinds his teeth together before releasing Alastair with a shove, jerking his arm away from Alastair’s hand.

He pivots and marches towards the door.

Alastair begins to play. He can sense the way Atlas stills behind him as he plucks delicately at ivory keys.

He doesn’t stop to look behind him as Atlas slowly approaches. Alastair spares him only a short glance, warm and inviting, before turning his attention to his song in an instant.

The song is light, peaceful, almost playful. It fills the air around them, a tune only for their ears — and perhaps Kokoa’s but Alastair can’t give him a moment’s thought when Atlas stands beside him, breathing evening out.

When Atlas slowly lowers himself onto the bench beside him, Alastair feels his lips curl up in a soft smile. Atlas is warm against his side, their thighs pressing against each other on the short slab of wood.

Alastair fell the way Atlas’s shoulders sink, his posture going lax. The next time he looks over, Atlas eyes are closed and his head is swaying slightly in tune.

However, the song is a rather short one, and comes to an end only seconds later.

Atlas’s eyes shoot open and he fixes Alastair with an accusing look. “Why did you stop?” he grumbles.

Alastair, amused, tilts his head and hums. “Are you asking me to continue?”

Atlas mumbles something incoherently before sheepishly — and rather adorably, Alastair privately thinks — saying “Yes. Play another.”

Alastair smiles, his expression practically melting as he nods, turning to the keys again. His fingers dance over white and black, slower this time. The song this time, is calming and sweet — if not melancholic. Bittersweet, one might say.

Alastair can see Atlas in his peripheral, swaying slightly. His eyes are probably closed again as well. Alastair allows himself to look again and confirms his suspicion.

Though distracted, he still plays beautifully, cheeks warm as he takes Atlas in. His face is free of creases and furrows, his posture is almost completely relaxed, Alastair swears his lips quirk up a little in the corners too. He looks more at peace than Alastair has seen him in a long time. Alastair is brought a soothing warmth to know that this is his doing.

He turns his attention to the piano again and as the song continues, Alastair feels a gentle thunk on his shoulder as a small weight settles upon it. He looks down, his playing not faltering a second but his heart lurching. Atlas’s temple rests against his shoulder, his eyes still closed. Now, he’s smiling a proper smile. Soft and reserved, but a smile nonetheless.

‘Every song I play is for you,’ Alastair thinks as if Atlas will hear him.

Alastair, trying to keep his shoulder as still as possible, continues his playing.

When the song comes to a quiet end, Alastair doesn’t wait for Atlas to ask this time before leading into another gentle melody as the light outside descends, painting the room in lovely oranges and pinks.

Alastair doesn’t care how long he has to sit perfectly still like this because Atlas enjoys his playing and is resting against him and the two of them are alone and at peace together, soaking in the warmth of the dying sun.

Atlas and Kokoa are owned by @oros-ash3s

[lemoocado]

tfw the evil version of yourself from another dimension shows up

[micydraws]

New V-Day themed icon for my oc Kokoaaa🐝🩷❤️🩷

[kosmickaijuu]

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• Model : Kokoa Milktea @ Jenova

[kyomotooo]

It occurred to me to make a Dandadan oc.

It was a lot of fun:D

Her name is Kokoa because I really like chocolate 💗

[verysyrupypancake]

SaH OC. Feel free to give me ideas for her character as I’m still developing her. Her name is Kokoa (코코아)

[why-raven]

Hi!! I told you I’ve been mulling over an ask for you! c’: It’s for Yiuno! I know, Yiuno’s very knowledgeable about the history of the star (-‿◦) could you tell us which era from Hydaelyn’s history he considers his favourite? Without revealing more about his OC lore than you’re comfortable revealing publicly, of course!

Thank you very much for the ask and a million apologies for the super late reply, @archaiclumina! ’Tis a tough question to answer—let’s see:

Though Yiuno has lived well and beyond the age of ordinary mortals, this doesn’t desaturate the memories of his troubled past, nor dampen his feelings for those fleeting moments. He remembers them all—this inability to forget the time he cannot rewind pains him, twisting him into the man he has now become.

To withstand the agony of living on while others around him would perish, he started to distance himself from the people and the world around him—a defensive mechanism to minimize the consequences of growing attachment on things that wouldn’t last forever. Living on becomes a mere routine, a daily motion to go through each day while staying under the radar, hiding in the shadows of history and be forgotten.

Calling these his favorite times in history is a stretch, but Yiuno did break out of the mundane cycle twice in his eternal life so far:

The War of the Magi.

Yiuno, along with his twin sister Yiuna, joined Magi Lucis—the Mages of Light. Similar to the Circle of Knowing (1.0) and the Scions of the Seventh Dawn (2.0), Magi Lucis was founded by three mages, from each of the warring factions:

Seika Yan, a white mage from Amdapor,

Loki Zoki, a scholar from Nym, and

Kokoa Koa, a Mhachi magus.

The formation of Magi Lucis was to bring an end to the century-old war through peaceful means. However, that was quickly proven to be impossible, as none of the three nations were willing to negotiate and compromise—all of them were hellbent to destroy one another through military might. The organization was then forced to employ a different approach: by infiltrating each factions from within, they might be able to find ways to steer these nations away from their hunger for power and blood, and convince them to call for a ceasefire, to work towards a more amicable resolution.

Given Yiuna’s aptitude for healing magic, she was assigned to make contact with Amdapor. Through her efforts, she managed to gain the trust of the Elementals—the spirits that co-exist with the people of Amdapor in the woods, which also taught the basics of white magick to the locals.

Yiuno, meanwhile, was sent to Mhach, where he met Shatotto Shato. Shatotto had grown disgusted at the over-reliance on voidsents in the war. She began to develop a new kind of spell, which was later known as black magick. Recognizing Yiuno’s great affinity in her area of study, she wasted no time to force the Veena under her wing, and used him to refine her research with alarming efficiency. Yiuno also later found out that Kokoa was acquainted with Shatotto—both graduated from the same arcane academy in the same year, and Shatotto, with her overwhelming talent, was the top student at that time.

Convinced that her new magic would be enough to finally end this ridiculous bloodshed once and for all, Shatotto brought Yiuno alongside her onto the battlefield, and summoned a meteor rain to annihilate the opposing armies with sheer power. However, she severely underestimated Yiuno’s raw potential. The destruction that they caused was beyond control, wiping out just as many of their own people as their enemies. Shatotto chose to shoulder the full responsibility herself and removed Yiuno from the equation—she believed that it was her own miscalculation that had resulted in the huge loss. She knew that Yiuno had long surpassed her; she wanted him to continue living on and become the epitome of her legacy. He didn’t have to die with her, and bear the shame of her mistakes. (This is the reason why Shatotto was feared in history, and her black magick was often attributed to forbidden arts, or even considered evil.) Yiuno became the last direct successor, though he often hides his knowledge on black magick, and pretends to be a Red Mage instead.

The relationship between Yiuno and Shatotto appeared to be built on mutual benefits (Yiuno used Shatotto’s high rank position in the military for political gains, while Shatotto used Yiuno for her own research); their constant bickering and attempts to dominate over one another gave the impression of being on bad terms. In reality, they were very fond of each other, with mutual respect on equal footing. (On the same note, this is probably why Yiuno clicks so well with Y’shtola later in the game canon timeline, because intellects at that level aren’t easy to come by.)

The Seventh Umbral Calamity.

Yiuno and Yiuna often wandered around Eorzea and other lands as mercenaries for hire. This is mainly to keep themselves under the radar and avoid drawing attention to their immortality. They were hired by an exiled Sharlayan scholar—a Moon Keeper by the name of I’suca Amariyo—on a excursion to the Nhalmasque Ruins. I’suca’s main area of study, which ironically was about the relationship between aether and ageing, brought her to the ruins in search of an artifact rumored to defy the logic of time.

However, what they found was a young Xaela girl cryogenized in a life pod, which appeared to be powered by something similar to Allagan technology. I’suca freed the Au Ra, hoping to learn about her origin and the mystery behind her extraordinary state, but was disappointed when the girl turned out to be amnesiac.

I’suca named her “I’sora Amariyo,” and she began to subject the Xaela to a series of experimentation. The Viera twins, though they didn't agree with I’suca’s questionable treatment towards what she called an “empty vessel,” were bound to the contract as hired bodyguards, and they were unable to openly defy their client. However, they did their best to take care of I’sora, playing with the curious girl and teaching her various things about the world around them. I’sora was particularly close to Yiuno: she’d often curl up next to him whenever she fell asleep. On occasions when the young girl had sudden panic attacks, Yiuno’s presence was the only thing that could calm her down. Both Yiuno and Yiuna had come to regard I’sora as their little sister.

I’suca’s redemption happened during the Seventh Umbral Calamity. She had been tinkering around the life pod while trying to figure out I’sora’s origin (she hypothesized that the child was probably a remnant of the Age of Endless Frost, hence the use of deep freezing to preserve her). To save I’sora and the Viera twins from Bahamut’s rage, she forced the trio into the life pod, and protected them with her own magic until her last breath.

By the time Yiuno and I’sora woke up from their five-year slumber into a new era, they couldn’t any trace of I’suca remaining in the world. Yiuna was also missing, though Yiuno was sure that his twin sister must be still alive somewhere. With the Xaela, renamed as Sora Amariyo, they journeyed across the Star in search of Yiuna, and Sora later became a Warrior of Darkness.

The lore-bending parts are mostly my personal take on existing canon and expanding it further to weave into my blorbos’ lore and backstories. There are actually a lot more to what you’ve just read above, which I’m more than happy to go into details in DMs if anyone is interested. For now, this is the barebone that should (hopefully) answer the question.

Once again, thank you very much for the ask!

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i don't think ek was aztec though? kolette is a common name among kokoa's and the reclaiming system is a thing :oc

koa has always used the name kolette so take that up with idol and not me !!!!! idol has always had an appropriation problem anyways so. and the url /kokoa literally says in the code contact @kokoa on rs for verify so no. that's definitely idol. saviors got deleted and republished TODAY.... so no the reclaim thing isn't possible ty