#oc: duri

[humblegoatart]

daily sketch 1.16.24

some juni fashion (as is my fascination) and then a slew of lil margin doodles from saltmarsh tonight

[theflyingkipper]

Traintober day 1: Arrival

“This is Duri. She’s come all the way here from Korea. She’s been repaired and modified to work with our stock. I expect you all to be courteous to her…”

[univarna]

[SEVENAU] RASHIED BROTHERS | HOMEWORK.

A picture that (maybe) show almost each Rashied traits.

[gofishygo]

i feel like a concept people don’t really expand on in cat hybrids is that some cats can sense when someone is about to die. there’s one named oscar (?) who cuddles up to people in aged care homes when he knows they’re going to die, it’s sort of wholesome in a way. would be super cool to see someone expand on that maybe ?? like a therapy cat reader + wraith! ghost ? idk i think im just yappin

[missdurianne]

clark and the apples say happy halloween!

[virtueofsanityx]

open to: m/nb with: duri park plot: our muses are friends, there are probably feelings on both sides that neither are willing to admit, and duri's been working herself too much and is probably getting sick, prompting your muse to try and take care of her

"I'm fine. I told you it wasn't a fever, I'm just flushed from running up the stairs earlier." It was a lie, anyone with half a brain would have been able to see that it was a lie. Duri was definitely on the verge of getting sick, though it was true that she didn't have any fever, not yet. But tired, worn down, ready to curl up and sleep, all of those things were absolutely true. "What are you even doing here, anyway? I told you I was working late. And I gave you that key for emergencies, not to just hang out on my couch and use my TV whenever you wanted."

[chatgroove]

THEY'RE ALL DONE! All kpop foxes with autographs. Duri (he/she/they) is the last one I did!

Love these theybies, which one is your fav?

[maltora-splats]

its been 29384987 years but here's a recent zine piece i did (classifiedlove)

[urneighbourhooddarling]

𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭 *ੈ✩‧₊˚

I am fairly new to writing. I ask that you are respectful and kind when replying to my posts, essentially don't be weird. I am taking requests however I do not write smut and things involving graphic and sexual themes.

my writing may be suggestive; however, I don't write full on smut.

𓆩♡𓆪 note: let me know if you'd be interested in seeing this idea being written into a fic. this is just a little snippet of a scene that has been playing around in my head. I don't know if any of you have watched "the three musketeers: D'Artagnan" but it's so good and it's been a hyper fixation for a few weeks. the scene includes one of the characters - Aramis (played by Romain Duris - I love his character in the movie) and an o/c named Dilara Saviour-Flor de Monde. Here it is.

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The small bathroom smelled of alcohol and soap, the sharp tang stinging her nose as she worked. She balanced on the counter, shirt undone and hanging haphazardly off her shoulders, revealing the tattoos along her collarbones, a threaded needle clamped between her teeth. Her hands were steady despite the sharp pain that came with every swipe of the cloth against her wound.

From the bedroom, the captain’s voice filtered through. “This will require diplomacy—and force, if necessary. You, Aramis, and Porthos guard the gate until I return. No one leaves.”

“You’re wasting your breath,” she called, pulling the needle from her lips, resting it on the counter and wincing when she pressed a bit too roughly on her wound.

Captain Tréville appeared in the doorway, his frown deepening when he saw her. “Would you at least sit still while we plan?” he barked. “Porthos, turn around—stop staring at her like a bloody painting.”

Porthos grunted, shifting his weight as his gaze flicked guiltily away. “She could at least close the door.”

“She won’t listen,” Aramis drawled with a small smirk, leaning against the doorframe. His eyes lingered on her, a mix of amusement and something more shadowed in his gaze. “Too stubborn for her own good.”

“Then help her.”

Aramis straightened at Tréville’s clipped order. He took a step into the bathroom, his confidence softening as he approached.

“I can do it myself,” she protested, her voice calm but unbothered by his presence, her hands still deftly cleaning the wound.

“I know you can,” he murmured, stepping closer, his voice low and gentle. “But if you don’t shut that beautiful mouth of yours and let me help, I swear, I’ll lose my mind.”

His words froze her hands, her defiance slipping under the weight of his steady gaze. She let out a breath, relenting with a curt nod. He was between her legs now, a presence she couldn’t ignore as he gently took her hands, placing them to rest at her sides.

“Are you okay with me touching you?” he asked softly, his tone a rare mix of respect and vulnerability.

She nodded again, silent this time, her usual sharp wit muted as his fingers brushed hers. He worked with a care she hadn’t expected, cleaning and stitching her wound with an attentiveness that made her chest tighten.

When he was done, his hand brushed over the tattoos across her collarbone, the faintest touch that felt heavier than it should have.

“Aramis…” she whispered, her voice catching.

His fingers froze, his eyes darting to hers. He blinked as if waking from a dream, pulling back. “Sorry,” he said softly, his hand retreating like the moment had burned him.

For a heartbeat, neither of them moved.

“If I could take your pain,” he said finally, his voice low, raw, “I would.”

She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry, but before she could respond, Tréville’s sharp voice broke from the other room.

“Are we finished here, or do you need me to stitch your mouth shut too?”

Her lips quirked into a faint smile, breaking the tension as Aramis stepped back. But the weight of his words lingered, long after the moment had passed.

[sodorsteam]

a happy happy happy belated to @theflyingkipper! i've been lurkin' on your stuff for a while...it's SUPER lovely, plus HENRY so how can anyone not be smitten!? I love Duri, she is the hardworkin' meemaw rep we all need!

i hope your upcoming year is fantastic and full of only the most awesome, exciting, delicious and fun things!

[foibles-fables]

For the OC asks 7, 36 and 56 you pick who

I'll do BOTH :)

7. Are they a good liar, and what would they probably lie about?

Both Leythe and Rainen are good liars--though Rainen lies outright while Leythe lies mostly by omission. Rainen's likely to lie about small things--debauchery, etc--while Leythe tends to dance wide around details about her past.

36. Do they own items that have sentimental value?

Leythe carries a scrap of tattered, faded silk fabric she's had since childhood--she can't remember where it came from, but she's unbearably attached. Rainen wears a fine golden chain, gifted to her by her mother at one of the last points when their relationship wasn't so strained.

56. How would they react to hearing a dirty joke?

Rainen would be the one telling the joke. Leythe would scoff and blush.

[humblegoatart]

daily sketch 1.25.24

my friend jay reminded me that this template exists so i started filling it out. enjoy duri doin a big stretch and showing off his top surgery scars (his tats, too)

[theflyingkipper]

ocs having a really great day! nothing bad happening!!!

[univarna]

“If we met again, in a flowery land.”

This trio: one paranoid, one gullible, one mentally ill. Also "trouble".

But anyway, the elements of Blitz deserve a better life than they have now. As for Maruta, who had only ever lived in the "dark bamboo forest", the presence of the other six elements was like out-of-season flowers and beautified his life.

After the Blitz, he survived, but also missed the people he met. From then on, Maruta was no longer able to see those flowers.

Even though he thought he wouldn't feel sorry for Kamikaze or Homura, Maruta eventually softened. Because he missed them, he was gentle with Taiyou.

[svampira]

I wanna kiss your durge face scar and call him baby.

my BHAALSPAWN. know your herstory

[missdurianne]

🌸🗡️✨marjory ✨🗡️🌸