#oc: alnair

[jaythenugget]

SORRY I VANISHED FOR A FEW DAYS i just don't have much to post honestly... cooked up some new mk ocs in the meantime though because i'm insane and crazy and i need to chill out. jk i won't. never enough ocs :) also they're all in special forces !! awesome

peepaw yaoi anyone?

[talesofurroa]

A piece for my fiance’s birthday a few years ago~

Terra and Alnair as if they were the cover of a cheesy romance novel from the 90s~

[zero-0-clock]

*sudden, loud explosion*

gale, speed running towards the sound: ARE YOU OK??? ARE YOU HURT??? WHAT HAPPENED??

Alnair:

Gale: WHAT DID YOU DO??!

[lonely-shine]

Meet the Apprentice: Alnair (revamped!)

Okay. I know I said I'd be sharing the sprites as I finished the basics of them for heart hunter purposes, but there's been a change of plans. The sprites are STILL THERE, and you can access them through my Tip Jar, but I'm waiting to have them ALL done to post them publicly. That means waiting for all outfits and everything. Good news is heart hunter postcards WILL come as planned once I have Atlas and Shell done.

Besides, I'm not leaving you with nothing! :D I know I technically already did the 'Meet the Apprentice' for the OCs, but doesn't the revamp look nice? Doesn't little-ball-of-fluff Nhirs look cute? Doesn't it all look neater? *desperately trying to make you accept this humble offering instead*

[aeiryths]

yan!emperor x fem!reader drabble

A/N: there's a lot of backstory to this couple, and I want to do more on it, but that really depends on how much attention this gets

 Warnings: Some suggestive remarks, bad writing, murder, mentions of murder, manipulation (if you squint), degloving (of face)

WC: 1,969

Yan!Emperor was always just so busy. He never had time for you, especially after he forced his way into this position. He was so busy with paperwork, denying marriage proposals, and upgrading the army. It was a very well renowned army, one which only grew when he took over the other kingdoms and joined them to the beautiful empire he created.

Yan!Emperor had killed your husband. You were supposed to marry the prince, Silas, but on the day of his coronation he was murdered by the now Emperor. In front of you, might I add. However, that ordeal is for another story. He was cold and distant to begin with, but he was even colder and more distant after the murder and his surprise promotion. You had become distant with him too, at least tried to. He had pulled a lot of strings and a lot of stunts to get you this attached. You couldn't go a day without seeing him, even though you were denying yourself the contact  you so craved.

Yan!Emperor was always just so busy. He never had time for you, especially after he forced his way into this position. He was so busy with paperwork, denying marriage proposals, and upgrading the army. It was a very well renowned army, one which only grew when he took over the other kingdoms and joined them to the beautiful empire he created.

Yan!Emperor had killed your husband. You were supposed to marry the prince, Silas, but on the day of his coronation he was murdered by the now Emperor. In front of you, might I add. However, that ordeal is for another story. He was cold and distant to begin with, but he was even colder and more distant after the murder and his surprise promotion. You had become distant with him too, at least tried to. He had pulled a lot of strings and a lot of stunts to get you this attached. You couldn't go a day without seeing him, even though you were denying yourself the contact  you so craved. 

The truth was, you wanted him. Even while you were with your husband, you craved him. Not in any sexual way, you just had this unwavering sense of longing for someone who didn't seem to give two shits about you. He never cared about you, that's what he told himself, but he was trying so hard to make his sayings a reality. He was trying his hardest not to be so captivated by your beautiful smile, your gorgeous hair…

Yan!Emperor secretly, very secretly had a soft spot for you. A spot just soft enough to not feel like concrete when you laid on it. It was similar to that playground material, if you know what I mean. He never told anybody about it, and would probably kill them if they found out through some magical means. He valued you, even though he didn't show it. He didn't kill you that day because he liked you. We shouldn't call it "liked." He was obsessed. He was obsessed with you, your entirety. Your laugh, your voice, your being. He craved it. The passion he had for you was absolutely primal, but he kept it locked away. And it would never see the light of day.

That was until you met Carver. This motherfucker. Carver shared the same passion as the Emperor did. However, his passion was outspoken. He voiced how much he liked you and how much he values your friendship, and it fucking enraged the emperor. 

Yan!Emperor couldn't fucking think straight. He was seeing red, pacing in his diplomatic office with his heels clicking furiously against the tile floor. His hand was on his forehead, trying to get himself to come down from this high of anger. But he couldn't. He couldn't stand the way he looked at you, the way you looked at him and talked to him so carelessly as if you didn't know what Carver was. You didn't know half of the things he did about this scum. This utter man-child who was coercing you into being his friend. This guy was a fucking creep. Carver was, by definition, the scum of the Earth. The trash of the heavens, hell's favorite. He was obsessed with you.

The worst part is, Carver didn't have personal boundaries. Sure, physically he did, but when he was alone? Things that man would do are utterly blasphemous. Was so obsessed with you that he drew pictures of you in less than decent poses. In less than decent states of dress. And he got off to it. He got off to you at your most vulnerable. Something just had to be done.

Yan!Emperor, with his pale golden hair that cascaded down his shoulders like a beautiful waterfall of blonde, his perfectly pale skin and beautifully sharp jawline, his crystalline Amber colored eyes, was a violent man. He was a vile man. Even though he looked and dressed like an angel, he was far from one. He harbored so much hate in his sad, cold heart that it could fuel the lights of hell for decades. Now, with the introduction of Carver, he had a way to get rid of that anger. It wasn't a healthy way, but it was a way he had. And it was fun for him, a wins a win.

It didn't take too long to get Carver alone, away from you. Carver was employed by him after all, and our emperor could do whatever he wanted. He was the emperor, who's going to say no to him? 

Carver thought this was a formal meeting, since it took place in the diplomatic office with the door closed. 'Must be important,' Carver thought, his heart rate picking up a little. It was indeed important. This would signify the beginning of Yan!Emperor's outward obsession with you. 

"Carver," Yan!Emperor said, his tone dangerously low.

"Yes, Emperor Alnair?" Carver asked sheepishly, swallowing nervously. He was never called into the presence of his Emperor alone before. One could easily assume he was nearly crying.

"Do you know why I called you here?" Alnair asked, picking up a fancy glass from his desk and pouring some hard liquor into the cup. "No, sir." Carver admitted, clasping his hands together behind his back and turning his gaze towards the beautiful polished tile. The Emperor stayed silent for a moment, taking a drink from his glass before placing it down, on a coaster, on his dark wooden desk.

"You're a piece of shit, Carver." 

Alnair just couldn't control his anger anymore. He was beyond pissed that Carver ever had the impression that you were on the market. You were not on the market. You were his. You were property of Alnair, and nobody else.

Before Carver could speak again, Alnair strode from behind his desk to meet Carver in the middle of the room. Alnair stood at 6'6", while Carver only stood at 6'.  Alnair circled the anxious Carver, his eyes glittering with pure hatred. Carver tried to back away, but Alniar's hand shot out and clamped down around Carver's throat.

"You're taking my thing. Y/N. Y/N is mine and mine alone, do you understand?" Carver, nearly crying, said yes. He understood. Of course, there wasn't any other option besides understanding. Not that it would matter, Carver's life ended today.

"I'm going to make sure she never thinks of you, or sees you, ever again. Do you know how I'm gonna do that, Carver?" Carver shook his head, but he had an inkling of what he was going to do. Carver slowly understood that he was going to fucking die. He was going to be squashed into nothing in the diplomatic room, where nobody could hear his screams. Maybe his blood will stay in the tile, which is one of Alnair's ultimate concerns.

Alnair shoved Carver to the floor, watching him grovel at his feet. A sense of power sprang through him. He had taken many lives before, most notably in the War, but he had never done it with this rank. He was untouchable. He could kill him in the town square and nobody would bat an eye. That's how powerful he was. but, he wanted to make it interesting. He wanted to experience the thrill of you almost finding out that he killed your best friend. The friend you had been talking with for a few months now, but had quickly grown close due to Carver's manipulation. That was something Alnair couldn't stand.

Alnair once again circled Carver, chuckling lowly. A grim, psychotic smile etched itself across his perfect features as he thought about how to kill him. There were so many options in this room alone! He couldn't pick one.. So he would do two. Hopefully Carver wouldn't bleed out by the time he got to the second one.

Alnair drew a beautiful dagger from his belt. It was the dagger that Silas would have gotten had he not met his unfortunate demise. A silver blade with small engravings depicting the Gods was joined with a golden cross-guard, encrusted with the finest diamonds in all of Seroth. The hilt itself was also gold, similarly bejeweled with diamonds and rubies. The hilt shared beautiful, intricate engravings with the blade. This dagger, one that granted a new beginning to some, was about to see the ending of another.

Carver backed away, scrambling for any means to defend himself. Unfortunately for him, he was met with the front of Alnair's desk. Damn, now the wood would get stained! How unfortunate. Alnair sighed disappointedly, pulling Carver up to his feet and slamming him face-up on the desk. The knifetip met Carver's hairline, kissing it gently with a promise of pain and absolute agony. The blade was razor sharp, and the simple touch caused some droplets of crimson colored blood to bead out of a small wound. "Ready, Carver?" Alnair asked, leaning deep into Carver's ear to really get that effect of intimidation. "This will hurt." 

And by God, it will. 

Alnair made the first incision on Carver's hairline, causing him to scream out and start flailing. The cup of alcohol was knocked off due to this, shattering on the floor and making quite a bit of noise. Alnair worked on, beginning to cut around Carver's face in hopes of being able to simply pull it off when he was done. For some reason, Carver didn't like this and kept screaming like a bitch. "Help, help! Anyone!" Carver cried out, trying his hardest to push Alnair away. Alnair didn't move an inch, and just kept smiling down at Carver as he degloved his face. It wasn't that appealing anyway.

After a few moments of this, he was finished. His masterpiece was entering phase one. The towering Emperor stood up and stepped back, happily looking down at the crimson pooling out of Carver's face. Where he cut, anyway. It was almost time, in fact it was time. Alnair gently put a hand on Carver's face, surprisingly not getting bit or getting his gloves too dirty. All of a sudden, he grabbed a hold of Carver's face. It bunched up in his hand like a really weird napkin, and he pulled it off. All that was left of Carver's face was a shitshot of muscle and ugly ass eyes. Unfortunately, he was bleeding out. And ruining the desk in the process. With what little energy Carver had left, he fucking screamed. Bentley for Carver, Alnair It's getting tired of his screaming. He was going to enact another few atrocities to him, none of the sexual kind, but his screaming was just so.. annoying. It pissed him off. To resolve this issue, he grabbed the hefty bottle of hard liquor that he had on his desk and lifted it up. He paused for a moment, savoring the suffering and the smell of iron that intoxicated his nostrils, before he slammed the bottle onto what remains of Carver's head. It was a really sturdy bottle, and ended up shattering Carver's skull and splattering his brains about. Unfortunately, the glass and bottle were now broken and he didn't have anything to drink. Another inconvenience was that there was a body on his desk and brains and brain matter splattered all over his room. He would pay the maids extra to clean that up, and would probably get his personal night to get rid of the body.

But with his main competition gone, Alnair finally had you to himself. The mysterious disappearance of your long time friend Carver would be something he would sympathize with, something he would comfort you on. He would help you in any way he could just to make you feel a little bit better! He wasn't that demented after all. 

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i really hope this gets attention, because I really like this plot and would like to do more lol

[dragonsaltartales]

Ah man, a non bugsnax art post? 😂

I had sleepy thoughts earlier of my character’s silhouette being seen through his own backlit wings. Told my partner to remind me of “webbed wings” so I wouldn’t forget the idea. She wouldn’t stop telling me until I finally did it XD

It’s a quick sketch, but I like it as is!

[sea-drake]

You must fight Death himself, though he come to you in pain or in joy; by the day, or the night; in safety or in peril

[su-rodriguez]

concept of Genshin oc's (✿◕‿◕✿) Su and Alnair (Su's father), and Su with Kaveh xD

[purpearls]

new WoL OC, norne alnair

yes i started arr again.........

[thecrystalquill]

Characters

Saoirse Speck OC

Bridget Byrne OC

Millicent Bulstrode

Rahim Alnair OC

more soon...

Who’s your favourite?

[lumosfm]

𝙍𝙀𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙉𝙀𝘿

Due to not responding to the activity check, the following characters have been reopened:

Bellatrix Lestrange

Dorcas Meadowes & Esther Alnair (Esther is an oc so not available for apps)

Rafaella Burke (oc so not available for apps)

REOPENED FC’s - Alice Pagani, Camila Morrone, Katie McGrath, Samantha Logan

[zero-0-clock]

A meeting between my BG3 OCs (part 1):

Azrael (Tav): So... You romanced Astarion as well?

Aster (Durge): *nods* Yeah. Kind of hard not to, really.

Azrael: Completely understandable. What about you?

Tyrnuil (Tav): Well, see... I've always had a soft spot for heroes. I'm a bard, after all - dreaming about heroes kind of comes with the job!

Azrael: It's Wyll, isn't it?

Aster: *nods silently in support*

Tyrnuil, smiling: Yeah, it's Wyll. Of course it's Wyll.

Tyrnuil, turning towards Arynn: What about you, though? You're new, right?

Arynn (Durge): Well... I am not sure. But the way things are going, it's either going to be Gale or Astarion.

Azrael: *sighs* It's always those two.

Tyrnuil: W-

*sudden, loud distant bang*

Azrael, Tyrnuil and Aster: *look at each other*

Azrael, Tyrnuil and Aster, simultaneously: Gale.

Arynn, confused: What?

Azrael: That's the sound of someone who romanced Gale. 100%.

Alnair (Tav), coming in covered in soot: Hi, sorry I'm late. I uh.... Got... Distracted. Anyway, what are we talking about?

Tyrnuil: We're talking about our love interests. Yours is Gale, right?

Alnair: Yes, how did you-

Tyrnuil: Yep. Knew it.

Azrael, gesturing: See?

Aster: *nods silently again*

Arynn, a necromancer who may not be able to remember everything, but who is almost certain he ran numerous experiments on corpses: Ah... I... See.

[lonely-shine]

Alnair's magic

I'm back to the Arcana y'all!! I mean, it's not like I actually ever left, but shhh, you know what I mean, art about it and stuff xD

I've actually wanted to do this for So Fucking Long. Magic is a really important part of Alnair, so I thought it'd be neat to put a little guide to her magic together ^^ (and before anyone asks, I do not have any plans to do this with Atlas or Shell, but I described their magic in their Apprenticember, which you can see on my Tumblr tagged #apprenticember OR on my Insta story highlights, if you're curious)

So, yeah! Pretty happy with the result altogether, even if it's not like, perfect, but it was taking too much time as it was already xD Also, can I get a shoutout for Nhirs? Cute fire mouse is cute 🥺❤️

[xignis]

why is it so hard to name ocs now. like all my old ones stuck and fit perfectly. valdus, axel, lyn, fornax, alnair, morrigan, sven, etc. now what do i do, name this guy fucking gerald?

[1shepherd7wanderers]

Hohoka Hoka

Basics

Race & Clan: Dunesfolk Lalafell Pronouns: she/her Sexuality: Demisexual & demiromantic Age: 21 (ARR), 25 (EW), 26 (post-EW) Birthdate: 13th Sun of the 3rd Astral Moon Guardian: Nymeia

Titles: Warrior of Light, Scion, Minduruva's Blessed (when she was younger), Warrior of Darkness, Hope's Legacy, Archon

Physical Attributes

Height: 3 ft (36.2 in) Eye Color: Yellow, almost like yellow citrine. After SHB, her left eye is lighter than her right eye. Hair Color: Blonde with red highlights Hair Style: different variations of up and out of her face. well maintained Distinguishing Marks: archon tattoo on the outside of her right bicep post 6.2

Profession & Education

Profession: Adventurer & scholar Languages: Common, Thavnarian, and some Lalafellin Education: tutored by a Student of Baldesion with a specialization in elemental aether. Continued/continuing her education post-EW Degree: Archon mark received for her work with Light and Dark aether post-6.2 Current Endeavors: recreating and improving upon her tutor's job, Elementalist (ELM)

DOW: MNK, PLD, DRK, SAM, BRD, DNC, NIN, WAR, MCH, GNB DOM: RDM, BLM, WHM, SMN, SCH, AST, SGE DOH: WVR, GSM, ALC, CRP, LTW, BSM, ARM, CUL DOL: BTN, MIN

Residence

Place of Birth: Alnair, Thavnair

Apartment: The Sultana's Breath, Ward 10, No. 5, The Goblet. Bought just before the Bloody Banquet and it's her home in Ul'dah FC House: A small plot in Gridania; Ward 22, Plot 19. Bought post-SHB for her friends to have a safe space. She has a study in the FC house (found in her non-canon FC's house) Temporary Residence: The Baldesion Annex where she currently finds herself a lot as she rebuilds her tutor's job and works on writing on her experiences with aspected aether in the First and the Void. She also has a room at the Fortemps' manor, despite her telling them its okay and they can use the room for other things - she is a member of their family they said and so the room stayed

Preferences

Food: Preference towards spicy or savory foods and desserts with a light sweetness. Has a high spice tolerance. Likes curries, dodo/hamsa dishes, and grilled seafood. Dislikes stone soup. Drink: Hot drinks will always have a special place in Hoka's heart from her childhood. She doesn't like the flavor of alcohol all that much and only really drinks it when she's upset (something she tries not to do often) Likes spiced teas and lassi. Dislikes beer and strong spirits Color: Favorite color is red. Least favorite is dark green Hobbies: Triple Triad, weaving, gardening

Relationships

Affiliations: Scions of the Seventh Dawn, Immortal Flames, the Students of Baldesion, her Free Company

Family: Neyaya Neya (Mother - deceased), Susubisa Wawabisa (Father - deceased), Lolorito Nanarito (estranged granduncle), Ratata (unknown cousin on mom's side many times removed)

Like Family: Alphinaud, Alisaie, Estinien, Thancred, Urianger, Tataru, Y'shtola, the Fortemps household, G'raha, and my 7 other OCs Loves: Hades and Hythlodeus Friends: Moenbryda, Minfilia, Krile, Leofard, Chuchuto, Nanamo, Raubahn, Lalai Allies: Wymond, Pipin Enemies: Teledji Adeledji, Yayake

Additional Information

Unsundered Name: Eos

[el-cadejos]

Queen Alnair Cousland & King Alistair Theirin of Ferelden

Commission by @atreegarten (Check it out!) 🖤