#oc: neyra

[simstoyourdismay]

wow why are they twins

[wheneclipsefalls]

Can you write sth where Neteyam gets jealous ? And kxolo assures him that he is forever his to calm him down? Btw I love your story so much.

Jealous Neteyam- A Ma Neteyam Special Episode

Pairing: Alpha Male OC x Aged up Omega Neteyam

Warnings: jealousy, insinuated sexual content, MDNI, alpha/omega dynamic, power imbalance, possessive behavior, threat of violence, PDA, etc.

A/N: Thank for this request nonnnie and everyone else that rooted for this "drabble". (Someone needs to teach me how to actually write a drabble because this ended up way too long). And thank you for being so patient<3

“Hold still.” Vamai hissed, free hand reaching out to put Neteyam back into place. The other omega, however, didn’t bother to give her words heed or even a second thought. Neteyam’s focused gaze remained trained on the pair across the clearing. 

“Who is she?” He mumbled, forcing his voice to remain calm and collected, an effort that became increasingly more difficult as he watched the delicate omega’s tail flicker back and forth in delight while grinning up at the Olo’eyktan. 

Vamai groaned dramatically when her friend shifted onto his knees, prowling forward to get a better look through the bushes. Swatches of vibrant colors were rubbed and scattered across Vamai’s hands from the homemade pastels she had been wielding for the past hour. Still, the portrait of Neteyam was far from over. At this rate, it seemed to her that it would never be finished in time. 

“Her name’s Neyra, I believe. Just some silly omega.” Vamai huffed, determined to wave the conversation away. “Now if you’ll just face me and shut up for two seconds I promise to portray you properly in all your ethereal glory.” 

Neteyam’s own tail curled when he saw the small female laugh loudly at the incoherent words coming from Kxolo’s lips. Neteyam’s sharp teeth drew blood upon seeing the small beginnings of a smile forming on his mate’s face. A smile that was usually directed at him. A smile that should be directed at him. 

“Nete!” Vamai yanked on his tail, illiciting a responding hiss from him, finally turning around to face her. “Please for the love of Eywa, just give me five more minutes!” 

Neteyam sighed and finally gave his friend some undivided attention. Or as much as he could handle while flickering his eyes over to the pair periodically. 

“Remind me what it is you want to do with this portrait.” He was in no mood to sit for another hour, especially with the bouncing energy soaring through his veins. His hindbrain was quickly becoming restless, constantly baiting him to take actions that would end with Kxolo in his arms instead of by the over eager omega batting her eyelashes at him every two seconds.

Vamai shrugged, feigning a demeanor of nonchalance that was easy to see through. Her fingers worked viciously against the canvas, eyes darting up at him every other stroke. Taking a peek at the half finished work Neteyam had to admit it was a fascinating process. Combinations of vibrant colors were placed in the oddest of places and yet over time they began to form a picture that captured his likeness. Were it not for the screeching laughs of Neyra bashing against his eardrums, he would’ve found more interest in understanding her process. 

“I just thought it would be a nice gift for Olo’eyktan. Lets him look at your pretty face whenever he wants.” She cooed, pinching Neteyam’s cheeks until he bit back at her hand. Neteyam was in no mood for teasing.

“Nice for him or nice for you that he’d be in a grateful mood?” 

Vamai beamed proudly and gave a noncommittal shrug. 

“What do you need from him?” Neteyam narrowed his eyes at her, for the first time paying full attention to Vamai. 

“It’s always advantageous to be on Olo’eyktan’s good side.” Those golden orbs shone with plotting mischief. “Something you should do well to learn.” Vamai winked but Neteyam was already rolling his eyes. Her spiked laughter however, died off gradually. 

“Oh.” She stared past his shoulder. Neteyam whipped his head around so fast a sting of strain bloomed along his neck. The discomfort quickly sunk to the back of his mind as he witnessed the female snuggling back against the Olo’eyktan as he directed her posture in shooting a bow and arrow. To Kxolo’s credit, he went stiff as a board under the younger girl’s touch. It, however, was nothing in comparison to the clipped retribution Neteyam wished Kxolo would give her. His own hand instinctively balled into a fist imagining what he would do if given the chance. 

“Common whore.” Vamai scoffed. 

No matter how infuriating the scene was to behold, his eyes couldn’t stop drinking it in. Slitted eyes traveled along their frames, analyzing every point of contact between the two. It wasn’t enough to notice the way Kxolo’s tail curled in apprehension or shifted his feet to lean away from the omega. 

There shouldn’t be a need to shift away in the first place because Kxolo was not hers to touch. Not hers to run hands over and admire his impressive physique. Not hers to chatter away endlessly to all while intertwining soft pleasant words with poised bats of her eyelashes. Not hers to entrap in the act of innocent incompetence. 

He had seen her shoot before, posture perfect and aim admirable. Neteyam was sure of it. 

“Are you…going to do something about it?” Vamai questioned, leaning forward on her knees to get a better look. 

Do what exactly though? Release his mate from her needy grasp by dragging her away by the hair? 

No, that would only bring one thing. A red ass and additional lectures from his heated alpha about public appearances as Olo’eyktan’s mate. Neteyam had already been cutting at Kxolo’s patience earlier that day upon making a bratty comment during the painstakingly long meeting with Kxolo’s advisors. Neteyam all but betted on getting thrown over his mate’s knee after the pinned look that was sent his way. Turns out, flattery went a long way for the omega after all. 

“I can’t. Wouldn’t be appropriate.” He emphasized the words with air quotes. The clink of grinding teeth made the omega realize how tightly clenched his jaw had become. Vamai hummed thoughtfully before putting the pastels to the side. 

“Do you want me to hit her?” 

“What?!”

Vamai made a show of rolling her shoulders and stretching those limber arms along her chest. Her overdone show of confidence greatly outmatched her physical appearance of strength. Neteyam was left wondering how she would fare in relation to the taller girl. He had learned that Vamai’s ego was not the most reliable source to base decisions off of. 

“What? I can do it. Say the words and that bitch is on her knees.” Pastel covered hands twisted together to crack her small knuckle audibly. Laughter bubbled up his throat but there was no hint of humor present in the other omega’s resolve. 

“N-no Vamai… you…you can’t.” He shook his head at the ridiculous idea. “Kxolo would be outraged.” 

“That painting is practically a get out of jail free card.” She confidently asserted while rolling her eyes. “Just say the word.” 

Perhaps not his best moment for his moral character, but imagined scenarios of Vamai flanking the unsuspecting girl to her knees played at the front of his mind’s eye. He wondered if her outrage would somehow be traced back to him. Even if not, could he really survive watching his friend suffer retribution while he carried the heavy weighted responsibility of the outcome? His parents had raised him to be honest and unfortunately for him, Neteyam found that this only resulted in making him a terrible liar with a heavy conscience. 

“Just finish the painting.” His tone dragged with disappointment as he forced himself to turn away from the scene. Vamai opened her mouth as if to say something but hesitation flashed over her countenance before it was closed just as fast. 

Neteyam’s one comfort was Vamai’s obvious surveillance of the scene behind him. Every stroke of those messy pastels followed by her sharp glare shooting past him. 

Neteyam liked to think of himself as a reasonable Na’vi. Admittedly life had dealt him an interesting flurry of events that had provoked childish reactions out of him at times, but overall the male prided himself on being able to keep a lid on his emotions. No matter what his mate said, the omega had enough willpower to hide his mask of jealousy. 

So, when they sat down around the familiar communal fire and Neteyam noticed the annoying girl among the crowd he skillfully averted his gaze towards the trees. The best form of self discipline was to not allow oneself the luxury of temptation. His alpha lounged next to him and engaged in friendly conversation over the day’s hunt and advisory meeting but Neteyam couldn’t recall a single topic from the interaction were a knife held to his throat. Neyra’s screeching laughter seemed to racket along the trees in an elaborate assortment of torment. His ears had pressed so fair into his braids, Neteyam momentarily worried they would become buried there. 

Forcing his attention away from the group of gaggling girls had proven to be a full time job and one that came with very little reward. The small group of friends that surrounded him and his mate at every meal were caught up in their own affairs and pleasantries, leaving him to painfully suffer through a dinner of distracting himself. The effect, however, left him forgetting that he was still technically paying for the outburst earlier that morning. Fully immersed in his practice of self control the omega had completely missed Kxolo sharing the story of that particular instance with the group. 

“It’s always a toss up what will win out first, huh? Neteyam’s flattering or Olo’eyktan’s heavy hand.” Pulo chuckled and it was the male's hand playfully knocking against his knee that finally made the words register. 

“What?” He muttered, eyes darting among the group lazily. 

“Are you feeling well, Neteyam?” Tamil cut in before the other alpha could tease him further. On a normal night the omega found Tamil’s voice a common source of comfort and ease. Currently, however, that pleasentry was stolen from him when his gaze was finally ensnared by the group of girls and he found them staring right to his left. Directly at Kxolo.

Kxolo who remained sprawled out across the moss with spread legs and attentive eyes that had shifted towards his small omega. 

One of the girls with tightly wound cornrows leaned over to whisper something into Neyra’s ear. Through the haze of smoke drifting past the fire’s flame, Neteyam could still clearly make out the blooming blush that adorned her cheeks as she continued to stare at his mate. For the upteenth time that evening the group broke out into a fit of giggles. Neteyam couldn’t recall the sound being as aggravating when Kiri and her friends spent the night in the family hut and gossiped all hours. Now, however, it was equivalent to the brash of crunching metal as it was directed at his mate. 

Wonder swirled to larger waves as he observed the way the girl’s eyes obviously raked over the alpha’s form without shame. At some point one of them in the back shyly pointed towards the flex of Kxolo’s bicep when he reached out to grab another leaf of meat. It was disgusting. An ultimate show of immaturity and that thought alone should have calmed him down into brushing their awe away but Neteyam couldn’t care less about their age. 

He knew that jealousy had sunk its claws into him at that moment because all he could see the girls as were threats. Threats that needed to be neutralized. 

“Fine.” He dully responded. Tamil shot him another concerned glance but it quickly shifted when he saw the small omega nestle up onto Kxolo’s lap. 

As expected he was received graciously, if not a little surprised, but a happy hum at the back of Kxolo’s throat was all there was to show for it. Twisting himself around to be half facing Kxolo, Neteyam made himself comfortable between the outstretched muscular thighs. The usual warmth crawling up his bloodstream at the Olo’eyktan’s affectionate touches was dimmed. He preened back against the soft touches and brush along his shoulders but it was half hearted. 

Instead Neteyam started to kiss slowly up the side of Kxolo’s neck. With a flick of his wrist, the Olo’eyktan had managed to silently signal the group to carry on conversation without them. He had become increasingly skilled at letting their friends know when it was time to divert their attention away. As his lips trailed up the expanse of smooth skin, Neteyam struggled to concentrate and get lost in the moment. He was all too aware of the onlookers from across the fire. 

A large part of him yearned to twist and drink in their reactions fully, but that would spoil the moment. What good was a claim, after all, if it was only done half heartedly? Kxolo seemed to think the same. 

“You’ll have to do a bit better than that, little one.” 

Neteyam jumped, as if he had almost forgotten the male was there, the same man that he had his lips greedily trailing over. 

“If you want to give them something worth watching you first need to forget they are there.” Kxolo captured his chin gently and forced their eyes to meet. As if under a spell that Neteyam was all too familiar with, ease rippled along his body. One look at those pools of melted gold and the omega could feel himself sinking into the moment. 

Luckily for him, there was no hint of disapproval or anger present in the Olo’eyktan’s expression. He remained relaxed and at ease. If the omega squinted his eyes just right he could detect amusement in his mate’s countenance. Choosing to keep that part of him at bay from Neteyam or rather from the group of girls, it was hard to tell but he chose to take the blessing in stride. The outburst at the morning meeting must not have mattered after all. 

For reasons unbeknownst to him, Neteyam felt a sudden wave of apprehension lacing his stomach. It wasn’t often that Neteyam found himself in control of these situations. He had never realized how much he had become dependent and used to his alpha taking the reins. It was effortless and mesmerizing to follow Kxolo’s commands during their times of intimacy. Experiencing it from the other side, however, as the Olo’eyktan looked up at him expectantly, Neteyam suddenly felt massively inadequate. 

Without thinking it through, the omega gravitated towards turking his face into the curve of Kxolo’s neck. There the musky scent was strong and soothing, a place Neteyam was familiar with being. 

Then a chorus of shrieks and giggles ripped through that atmosphere, tearing his serenity to pieces. Neteyam dared to peek out of the corner of his eye and was rewarded with the sight of Neyra whispering to the group with a crooked smirk plastered along her thin lips. Vamai seemed to notice too if the harsh grip crushing her soft fruit was any indication. He briefly remembered her offer of taking the girl down and once again it glimmered with appeal. 

No.

This was not her fight.

Kxolo was not her mate and therefore Neyra was not her enemy.

She was his.

Fuck the rules and fuck the consequences, he would sooner return to Eywa than let some silly school girl take his alpha away. 

A burst of motivation flooded his veins and darkened his composure. So without warning, Neteyam licked a broad stripe over Kxolo’s mating mark. The effect had a vibrant shiver ripple through the alpha and it served to spur him on. Neteyam took particular joy in the way one of Kxolo’s legs incidentally kicked out as he bit down on the alpha’s mating mark. The shock was temporary, however, and before either of them knew it, they were completely enraptured in the moment.

The Olo’ektan’s hands trailed and mapped over Neteyam’s lower back and hips greedily as he took the torment on his throat in stride. The giggling had either ceased or Neteyam’s hearing had finally tuned them out, but regardless he was grateful for the reprieve. Especially when his alpha was emitting a low strain of groans to rumble his throat. Neteyam’s hips moved on their own accord as they rolled against  Kxolo’s groin. Were it not for his mate’s stern hands pining those hips in place, the clan was sure to experience an explicit show in a matter of minutes. 

Kxolo trailed his fingertips carefully over the groves of Neteyam’s spine with ultimate precision. It was a harsh comparison to the way the omega’s lips and teeth were tearing at the sensitive skin of his throat. Pulo was sure to not let this go for at least a few moons, especially with the marks that were sure to be blaringly visible by the end of the night. 

The onslaught of kisses began their descent to Kxolo’s collarbone. This effectively had Neteyam bending down to reach the area and therefore arching his back for Kxolo’s viewing pleasure. His eyes took in the sight with a greedy lust clearly tangible from across the fire. One peek up at his alpha and Neteyam felt almost giddy to recognize that spark of desire in his mate’s eyes. 

However, this time something else caught his attention instead. The shimmer of light across the black hair was borderline alluring and the omega found himself reaching for the kuru without another thought. The glossy braid was smooth against his delicate touch. Kxolo stilled. 

Neteyam dared a peak up at his alpha only to be met with blown out pupils and raised eyebrows. He was weary, watching the omega with a posture that spoke of his readiness to jump in. However, luck was on Neteyam’s side because when he gently stroked down the length of the braid, all apprehension was blown to bits and Kxolo had to bite his bottom lip to keep a groan at bay. Success shined through the omega’s countenance. 

His fingers continued to explore the hair protecting his mate’s most intimate part, banishing the looks thrown his way to the side. For a moment he swore he could hear Pulo’s muted chuckle but it was cut off abruptly. Perhaps he imagined it. 

One thing was for sure, the little display did not go unnoticed. Frantic whispers were being exchanged across the fire from the cluster of young girls and the sound was music to Neteyam’s ears, especially when accompanied by his mate’s groans of pleasure he was trying to keep muddled. Confidence overtook him in stride and Neteyam allowed himself to take it one step further than he knew was allowed. 

Without giving Kxolo a warning or time to intervene, the omega brought his own braid forward and eagerly allowed their tendrils to dance and wrap around one another. 

Sparks of fire and electricity consumed his focus, enough to drown out the surprised gasp that came from his alpha. The stream of consciousness flowed freely between them like a river that Neteyam was more than happy to find himself lost to. No matter how many times they had made the bond, he never tired of the feeling, the absolute assurance that this intimacy was special and belonged to only them. He would web and flow between every passing thought and feeling thrumming in their bond until his muscles would relax and body mold to his mate’s. 

However, there was no world where Kxolo believed this act was meant for a public setting. Shock and disapproval vibrated through the connection and Neteyam didn’t darelook up at his expression. 

A single thought traveled down the length of their connection, until it had wedged itself into a comprehensible message in Neteyam’s brain. 

Your mischief knows no bounds, little one

Warmth pooled at the base of Neteyam’s stomach as he continued to litter marks on the skin of Kxolo’s abused throat. From the corner of his eye he could easily spot the dumbfounded look on the girls’ faces. Not a single one of them seemed capable of whispering another remark or even regaining their composure. 

My jealous little mate

Even from their mental connection, Neteyam could hear the inflection of amusement coming from Kxolo. His head whipped up to glare at the Olo’eyktan but that simply earned him a messy kiss. His fingers found their way into Kxolo’s decorated braids as his mate did him the great pleasure of claiming his mouth in a feral kiss. The sensation was enough to throw his world off its access and keep his head spinning. 

Kxolo kissed as if he was devouring the poor boy and another thought rippled through the bond in suit. 

Every piece of me already belongs to you, my love

Neteyam's hands tightened their grip in the silky hair as his lips continued to follow Kxolo’s lead. 

I know

Despite the outright inappropriate display they were making, the omega could sense Kxolo’s deep satisfaction and pride brimming inside. This instance would no doubt be a moment that the Olo’eyktan would hold over his head and tease him about until Neteyam could no longer deny how head over heels he was for his mate, but that would be a later problem he was willing to endure. 

I hope it’s worth it, baby boy, because as much as I love this new possessive side of you, your ass is going to reap the consequences of such misbehavior. 

Their kiss broke as Kxolo then began to leave hungry kisses along Neteyam’s own untouched throat. He glanced over at Neyral to see her poor attempt at hiding her displeasure. Their eyes caught for a moment and she glared at him with blushing cheeks and a clenched jaw. The omega was quick to return the favor with a wide grin.

Oh it was worth it. 

More than worth it. 

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✧ ── 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍.

STOLEN FROM: @reliving-elegy and @pvremichigan

what made you pick up the current muse(s) you have?

He came to me long ago with out a name and just sort of just developed and went from there? A lot changed from how he started out to now as well, still changing but with more structure than before. A lot of influence and inspiration did come from older and some recent mafia films.

is there anything you don’t like to write?

Smut isn't something I'm overtly fond of or even good at, it feels awkward. Would rather fade to black if anything.

is there anything you really enjoy writing?

Angst that leads to something or developmental, not for the sake of angst usually followed up with fluff or something calm. Fluff as well overall, could be something casual too, anything really.

how do you come up with headcanons?

It has to correlate to my OC so If something comes up I think is this fitting to him or just something random. I don't want to do random, a headcanon has to make sense to the character. Sometimes it would be something I see in film or hear in song and think does this fit him. I don't want to derive off from who he is.

do you write in silence or do you play music?

Sometimes silence, sometimes music. Depends on my mood in the moment if I want music or not.

do you plan your replies or wing them?

Sometimes yes, sometimes no, depends on what it is. If its something simple its easier to wing, if not then I have to plan them. It really depends.

do you enjoy shipping?

I enjoy it! Doesn't happen often but I do like shipping! The build up that leads to it happening and what comes after. Slow burn, slow to realize, just the process and development of it and the fluff after.

what’s your alias/name?

Nemi or Neyra. Most know me by Nemi though.

age?

278, American Revolution was a trip

birthday?

11/11/1745

favorite color?

Red, cobalt blue and purple!

favorite song?

Uhhhhhh can anyone really pick one favorite song?

last movie you watched?

X-Men 2

last show you watched?

Supernatural with @reliving-elegy and @pvremichigan

last song you listened to?

Running With the Wolves by Aurora

favorite food? Sushi! Anything seafood really.

favorite season? Winter and spring, the change in weather from cold to not so cold. Where I'm at it's not much change but you can smell it in the air.

do you have a Tumblr best friend? @pvremichigan is bestie! Ride or die! Love you!

Tagging: Take it!

[secret-vore-lair]

Neyra’s Gift

Okay major warning here because this one is rough. I PROMISE it’s not fatal vore but that’s . . . really not obvious for a long time. Mally is fine. I’ll tell you that up front in case you don’t want to read this, since, well, this is definitely not going to be for everyone. It gets dark before it gets sweet. That said, I really hope that if you do read it, you enjoy it!

Mally wheezed and dragged herself across the snow, one of her back legs stiff and refusing to cooperate. Her wings were bent unnaturally, one of her eyes appeared swollen closed, and she was "bleeding" a thin trail of liquid the same color as her scales. In fact, it was her scales. It appeared that the dragon was terribly injured, and her whole body was coming undone, twisted and unable to hold together.

She collapsed, leeching green into the powdery white around her, and heaved a slow, deliberate breath. She wouldn’t last long out here. She knew it. Her life would be over, soon. Yes, any second now. . .

A shadow fell over her. Her one good eye looked up dully, its rich red faded by exhaustion and despair.

She saw an angel.

A fire dragon like her, but twice her size and with the smoothest, glossiest scales, and a silky mane flecked with snow and flowing hypnotically in the current of the wind, now stood over her, head canted as if listening, clouded eyes as white as the bleak world around them gazing at nothing. The angel's tongue flicked out, and she lowered her head beside Mally's to speak. And oh, her voice. . . It was as exquisite as her appearance, Mally thought to herself in her muddled brain. So focused was she on the dragon's soothing, compassionately soft tone that she missed the first few words, only focusing in blearily after several euphoric moments.

"--ly wish I had found you in time," she was saying. "I'm so sorry to say this, but there's nothing I can do. I don't know if that's what you want to hear. I only know that, were I in your place, I would desire honesty. So I will give you the truth, at least."

Mally struggled to keep up with what she was being told by this gorgeous creature. The dragon had such a beautiful face, even though it looked so very sad. The other dragon kept speaking, but Mally was too tired to comprehend much. But then she licked Mally's forehead, and Mally refocused in time to hear her say, "Actually. . . there might be something I can do for you after all." Now the larger dragon looked both sad and conflicted, and Mally hummed sympathetically. She didn't want this pretty dragon to be sad! She wanted to help, but she was just so sleepy. . .

Neyra looked down on Mally, her heart breaking inside. The poor thing was doomed to die out in the miserable, unforgiving cold. Or, at least, she was, until Neyra had happened upon her. But there was only one thing Neyra could offer her, and though it was undoubtedly a kindness, it promised to wrench her tender heart even more painfully. Before she could torment herself further with premeditation, she forced herself to move forward with her mercy, giving Mally another lick, then slipping her jaws over the smaller dragon's snout. Her . . . her prey . . . didn't respond at first to this initial step, and, feeling encouraged, Neyra hurriedly pushed her mouth over Mally's entire head, the plush pink flesh of her maw sheltering Mally's damaged snout in softness and warmth. Soon the wounded dragon's entire body would be so held. This was Neyra's gift. Mally would not pass alone in the cold, but surrounded by love and warmth. As the other dragon began to struggle feebly with some of the last of her strength, Neyra's unseeing eyes welled with tears. She choked back a sob and took a weighty gulp, trapping the dragon's head in her throat. She held her arms and wings to her sides with her own larger claws, and rushed to consume her, even if she wished she could go slower, be more gentle, and savor her prey. Indeed, the other dragon possessed a flavor superior to anything she'd eaten before, her scales shedding the faint taste of citrus over Neyra's especially sensitive tongue, along with a viscous green film that drizzled through her teeth like a sugary syrup.

Neyra purred. She couldn't help it. As much as she felt guilty about enjoying this, wouldn't it be wrong not to seize what pleasure she could from this act, and encourage the other dragon to do the same? It was what was best for both of them, after all. Her throat bulged with the shapely mass of the doomed dragon as she walked her jaws over her wings, restraining them safely. With consistent, smooth swallows, soon only a pair of kicking legs and a weakly lashing tail could be seen of Mally. Neyra lifted her head high, wincing, and finished the deed, slirking the other dragon into her firelit confines with a thick, wet gulp and sealing her fate with the closing of jaws and interlocking of gleaming white teeth. Peristalsis would take over, now, and bring Mally into Neyra's core. With a meal this large, it would normally be a struggle, but so faint was Mally, and fading, that she couldn't put up much of a fight, and Neyra's involuntary processes would be more than sufficient for doing what was required. Neyra wiped the drool from her lips and lowered her head, feeling Mally's wriggling, depleting form gain admittance to her stomach, her middle sagging down with the extra weight, her belly stretching and groaning, a pleasant, slothful satiation spreading from her abdomen and warming her from head to tail.

"Wh. . . Why?"

She tensed up as she heard the word spoken with some effort, the other dragon's muffled voice cracking as she pleaded to understand.

"Why would you. . . I thought. . ."

Neyra shut her eyes tight as she felt the other dragon paw at her inner walls and struggle to catch her breath. She took a shaky breath of her own, her lungs expanding to press in against Mally's body. She whispered, "Please. . . I know you have to struggle. I understand. But I promise, I don't want to scare you. I know it's so much to ask, but will you listen to me?"

Mally panted, staring at the faintly glowing walls, then frantically casting her gaze down to the fluid that lapped at her exhausted body, harmlessly. . . For now. The slimy walls squeezed in on her in a way that was almost calming, like an embrace. But even in her state there was no denying it. This was a stomach. She had been eaten. And yet, when her devourer spoke, she sensed that same earnest kindness in her voice from when she stood over her with concern. There wasn't a trace of smugness or cruelty. She didn't feel like she'd been deceived. She mustered her strength and strained her vocal cords, managing an, "Mm. . . Mmhm?"

Neyra sighed and settled softly onto her side, raising her external temperature to melt the snow in a perfect ring around her. "O-Okay! Thank you!" She rested a claw on her stomach, but immediately thought better of it and removed it, such a familiar gesture seeming out of place in this scenario. Heartened by Mally's willingness to hear her out, she asked, "What's your name? I'm Neyra."

"Mal. . . Mal . . . ly."

"Mally. That's a lovely name." The more she spoke, the easier it became to continue the conversation. She smiled sadly. "Mally, I know it's difficult to accept, but you and I both know that, um, you're . . . you're not long for this world. And I can't save you. But . . . I can hold you. And I can give you a different way out, one without pain." She sniffled. "Gods, I wish we were meeting under different circumstances." She wiped her eyes, then gasped in surprise when she felt Mally prod her from within. "Yes? Are you alright?"

"Yeah. . ." Mally croaked softly. Even with Neyra's keen ears, she had to hold her head close to her stomach and strain to hear. "Will you . . . di . . . digest . . . me?"

Neyra moistened her lips, nervous. She didn't want Mally's end to be filled with fear. But honesty had worked so far. "Yes, Mally. That's what I intended. You would be warm, and I would be with you the whole time, and I would remember you--" She cut herself off as she heard something faint from inside her. Mally? A stomach sound? She was extremely quiet for a long moment, and when it became clear that Mally wouldn't repeat herself unprompted, if at all, she hesitantly asked, "Mally? Did you say something?"

"Ye. . . yes."

Neyra waited.

"It's . . . okay."

Neyra trembled. "It is? I mean, um. I didn't think you would. . . I didn't think you would, well. . ."

Mally pushed against the stomach lining with her snout. "My end . . . serves purpose this way. You're kind. Want to help you." She smiled in spite of herself. She was shockingly calm now. It became much easier to speak, though her voice stayed low. "You'll keep me company? Talk to me?"

"I will," Neyra said without hesitation.

"Then this is better. You'll carry me with you. I'll become . . . part of you." Mally laughed, then coughed. "Talk about . . . an upgrade."

Neyra blushed. "I don't know about--"

"Shush, you're ravishing. You're going to kill me, so you have to accept my compliments. That's the rules."

She laughed, and Neyra laughed along with her. Mally sucked in a pained-sounding breath, cutting off the mirth for both of them with a harsh reminder of the dire nature of their situation. "You . . . had better get started. Think I might go . . . any time now."

"Right, um. Okay. You sure? Yeah? Then, well, h-here we go." With that, Neyra elevated the temperature of her innards, activating the enzymes inside and causing the liquid to bubble and simmer. Her heart leapt when she heard Mally's voice once again. Amidst the escalating gurgles, she could make out broken purring. "Oh, Mally. . . I wish it didn’t have to be this way. I think . . . In another life, I think I would've liked to have you for a friend."

Mally shook her head as the flickering of Neyra's inner elemental energies showed her body succumbing to the biological expression of the larger dragon's hunger. As her form blurred and ran further, tingling all over, she was scared, yes, but the process, even as it only just began, already brought her such relief from her suffering. As the walls pressed in, the tension left her incrementally. It was like slowly relaxing into a deep sleep. . . "Neyra. You already do have me for a friend. You have me . . . completely. There's no other way I'd rather my story end. I give myself to you."

Neyra was shaken. She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. Instead she curled tighter around the dragon dissolving in her core, shrouding her stomach in her wings and wrapping her tail around her body, trembling. Finally, she managed, "I . . . I need to know how I can honor you, Mally."

"Keep living."

Of course. That seemed obvious. Carry her memory forward. Never before had Neyra so resonated with the idea that her body was a temple. With Mally's sacrifice it seemed to become a holy place. Their union was consecrated, sacred. "I promise, Mally." She kissed the scales of her belly, and tried not to think about the surprising softness and give in its surface as she did so. "Thank you." She waited. Listened. Wait, when had the purring stopped? She pressed a claw to her stomach in alarm. "M-Mally? Mally?!" She stifled a sob. Knowing what would happen didn't make it any easier. But as her stomach continued to churn, and she felt energy flowing into her body even as a wave of heaviness and exhaustion washed paradoxically over her, she tried to focus on a silver lining. She was alive, and fed, and Mally had been given an exit she was satisfied with. At least, that's what she hoped. Her life was better for this, for knowing Mally, even if it hurt. If she'd never stumbled onto her, then Mally would have suffered. So would she, and she never would have known what she had missed. She heaved herself to her feet, belly sloshing and swaying beneath her with liquid weight. She had a long way to go before she was home. But she had the strength now to make it. Of that she was sure.

"And as for Mally? The dragon too sweet, literally and figuratively, for this dark, gritty world? Why, she's nothing but calories now for the most beautiful fire dragon to ever walk the earth. She's nothing but pudge on the world's cutest tail, keeping the owner of that tail warm and plump and--"

"Mally," Neyra chided the voice in her head, "Don't you think narration like that undercuts the raw emotion we're supposed to be feeling right now? The profound loss and all of those things you talked to me about when we planned this?"

Neyra's claws crunched a steady rhythm in the snow, in time with the sloshing of the sludgy remnants of her very willing meal.

"Neyra, come on," Mally replied mentally, her consciousness settling itself alongside the blind dragon's own in her neural pathways with comfort and familiarity, an ease that comes with practice and trust. "You can't really expect me to talk about anything else! Your body demands appreciation. Surely you don't need me to tell you that."

Neyra found her cheeks getting hotter again. "I . . . do always find myself to be more confident when you're part of me. You're very . . . affectionate, and when all of that gets translated into self-love, I'll admit I do get a little . . . overwhelmed. In a good way."

"'Overwhelmed in a good way' is what I live for, sweetie," Mally said proudly.

"Hehe, yes, I suppose so. Even though I don't quite understand what it is you enjoy so much about playing out such morbid scenes with me, or the others."

"I don't know, there's something just kind of alluring about it. The permanence of it, the desperation. . . And it's all hypothetical, so as long as I don't push your limits and you don't push mine, it's just a safe space to experiment with my feelings and . . . face my fears." Mally said.

Neyra nodded, brushing her mane back. She tasted the air, making sure the two of them were still going the right way. "Yes, imagining how you and I would make the most of a terrible situation is a compelling story, not to mention cathartic. And of course, not actually needing to deal with the consequences is a bonus. I couldn't bear to lose you, after all." She rubbed her gut, causing Mally to mentally purr. "Speaking of which, I know we agreed that you could appear wounded to increase the immersion, but that form you took, it was a little much. Even if I knew in the back of my mind it was just some macabre charade, hearing you act so hurt, feeling you all twisted up and disintegrating . . . it was, well, it was a lot for me."

"Aww, sorry Neyra. I'll dial it back next time, I promise."

"Next time?" Neyra raised an eyebrow.

"Pleeeeeeease?" Mally begged, hopeful. "You were so good. I wanna get mercy-killed by you every day now. But I'll settle for . . . once a month?"

Neyra smiled. "Fine. You wore me down." Then, hearing Mally take the mental equivalent of a breath to wind up for a quick bit of banter, Neyra swiftly added, "'No, I wore you down.' I know, I know, I set you up for it."

"Wore me right down to mush, hahaha!" Mally giggled, way too pleased with herself. Still euphoric from dissolution and integration into Neyra. "Yep, you know me so well. It's like you're in my head! Get it? 'Cause we're sharing a brain? Oh, I slay myself. . . Or I would, if my gorgeous girlfriend didn't beat me to it!"

Neyra shook her head. She couldn't help but smile at her partner's barrage of terrible puns. Finally arriving at the entrance to Mally's cave lair, she squeezed inside, the entrance a little dicey for her with the addition of Mally, but still manageable. She settled onto Mally's treasure hoard with a groan, the coins and trinkets pressing into the sensitive scales of her belly and providing a pleasant texture to relax atop. "Mally, you know something? You're a lot," she said with a chuckle. She felt Mally's consciousness twine around her own as they prepared to sleep and dream together. With uncharacteristic mischief, perhaps something that quite literally rubbed off on her from Mally, Neyra saw them both off to sleep on a note she knew would leave her passenger prey a flustered mess, whispering, "Yes, you're a lot. . . And you’re all mine. Lucky me!" She smiled as Mally found herself at a loss for words, and then was promptly dragged into unconsciousness when the brain she dwelled within shut down for rest. Neyra couldn't wait to see what kind of dreams the two of them would conjure up now.

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fun collaboration i did with @leidensygdom and @vestahound it was hell of a fun experience working on their gorgeous starry boys <3 Neyra belongs to @leidensygdom Abhaya belongs to @vestahound Veleslav belongs to @ssapiesplayground

[that1nkyone]

Tweaking one of my Toonkind OC Modes. I like her dress, but the trenchcoat adds something (plus, she could just be wearing it underneath).

Doctor Neyra Nocturne is in the house. Or, Dr Nocturne if you prefer. 

She’s all business. No time for jokes, or gags. 

though that’s pretty hard when people keep walking in saying that they’ve swallowed a roll of film, or get a stabbing pain in their eye every time they drink hot chocolate.

[coldestsunset]

A19 and G6 for Neyra / I1 and F10 for Arthur

Thanks for asking! (:

Neyra Lavellan:

A19. What instantly irritates them or puts them in a bad mood?

People talking bad or wrong stuff about the Dalish. Neyra is a proud Dalish and she is always up for learning something new - but not when the other has no interest in teaching and just wants to talk shit. Or when people ask her about her scar after Solas removed her vallaslin - it’s way more prominent after that evening at the lake and she doesn’t really like to be reminded of it.

G6. Do they have any favorite childhood memories?

Neyra was nearly blind as a child. After a blood magic ritual that corrected her eye sight she could suddenly see everything. Seeing all the details in her mother’s crying eyes of joy is definetely her favourite.

Arthur Trevelyan:

I1. What are their favorite kinds of flavors– Sweet, salty, sour, spicy, creamy, et cetera?

Arthur loves salty flavours like in like sea food. Slightly spicy is also nice, but with emphasis on slightly.

F10. Do they engage in any of the arts? How good do you intend them to be? Would they agree they are?

He never really has the time to learn an instrument and he isn’t really interested in drawing which is why he spends more time with the inner circle, riding or reading. His writing in reports for example isn’t exactly bad, but he is often loosing himself in endless describings of the surroundings instead of just telling what happened.

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Nuevo oc UwU

Nombre como lo llaman: Doctor muerte

Nombre verdadero: Victor Stevan Neyra Lopez

Oficio: Dentista profecional y experto en su labor 

Informacion: Stevan solia ser un chico que le gustaba comer nada mas que dulces y no le gustaba cepillarse para nada porque no le veia nada de importante en hacerlo hasta que un dia caminando un señor lo llevo a un lugar desconocido donde le dijo que si lo dejaba chequear sus dientes el recibiria los dulces que desee 

Stevan sin dudarlo acepto pero no se percato que el supuesto señor era un dentista que lo adormecio tanto al borde de casi dejarlo en la locura pero en aunque quiso no pudo escapar ese doctor aprovecho el momento donde stevan se quedo dormido y experimento con el tanto como su dentadura y con el mismo 

Stevan al despertar solo vio que estaba en un callejon abandonado confundido solo fue caminando hasta su casa pero algo dentro de el habia cambiado ese dia sus gustos por los dulces se volvio un gusto por las personas en querer devorarlas y darles una gran “sonrisa” para alegrar sus dias 

Para que no sospechen de el empezo a investigar sobre los quimicos somniferos que utilizan los dentistas para que pueda dormir a sus victimas y no puedan defenderse y se graduo como dentista profesional su hambre era tanta que para que no vean sus filosos dientes siempre lleva puesto un cubre boca para evitar sospechas

Si te llegas a encontrar con el tal vez tengas una linda cita con el Dentista de la Muerte ya que todos sus pacientes salen con una gran sonrisa =) 

Oh aun mejor =) estaras en su menu principal 

[crepto-art]

Character spectrum meme

I removed a few lines I didn’t feel they were relevant. Characters might change in the future as I’m still working on them.

Link to the original

[leidensygdom]

Third entry for Original Character October (OC-October): Jonnai Shayker!

This one was the third character done, who appeared a bit after Neyra, the character I submitted yesterday. They’re twins! You might have seen him more as I actually have kept playing him, despite the fact that when I originally did them, Neyra was the main one. He even has his entry in here: http://leidensygdom.tumblr.com/characters

Race: Half drow half elf (Originally, also a space elf)

Year of creation: 2011

General description: Jonnai was, so to say, the less resilient twin. He was the favourite of the twins and grew somewhat spoiler. His father’s death, due to the curse, ended up breaking him and forcing him to seek desperate means to fight against it. That’s how he ended up in a cult: Searching for power. But the cult proved to be too evil for him and ended up regretting that decision. Running away, however, was not exactly an option.

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Julio - Nacimiento de Francisco Antonio de Zela

Julio – Nacimiento de Francisco Antonio de Zela

Nacimiento de Francisco Antonio de Zela

  Nacimiento de Francisco Antonio de Zela

Nacimiento : 24 de julio de 1768 – Lima, Virreinato del Perú Fallecimiento : 18 de julio de 1819 – Chagres, Comandancia General de Tierra Firme, Virreinato de Nueva Granada Nacionalidad : Peruana Padres : Alberto de Zela y Neyra Mercedes de Arizaga y Hurtado de Mendoza Cónyuge : María de la Natividad Siles y Antequera Oc…

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faustino family

[damascusdalek]

I made symbols for my RWBY OC team, PINK. Pembe, Ivy, Neyra and Kole. @oshifallen

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𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘎  𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙  𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘕𝘌𝘙  𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘓  𝘊𝘈𝘕  𝘗𝘖𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠  𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌  𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎  𝘛𝘖𝘎𝘌𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙  𝘈  𝘓𝘖𝘛  𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘌𝘙. REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME :  Nemi/Neyra 

PRONOUNS :  she/her, they/them

PREFERENCE  OF  COMMUNICATION : Tumblr IMs, tags in threads, discord if comfortable enough.

NAME  OF  MUSE(s) :  Not including the side characters cause.. too much. My main is Francis and sometimes, very rarely Nic. 

EXPERIENCE  /  HOW  LONG  (  MONTHS  /  YEARS? ) : Too long.. way too long.. started around 2007-8 and still going.

BEST  EXPERIENCE :   I’ve had a few in the past but most things died off and never really lasted. I have to say currently my best experience have been with @pvremichigan @yesfxckyxu and several others whom I have ongoing threads here. Allowing development and just over all getting our characters to know each other or get close, despite how my guy can be a pain. I love the bond he has with Mich and the bond he’s gaining with Jack. Has his own fears and very insecure but slowly seeing them as family, when his mind doesn’t cloud his judgment and worry. Just love the dynamic between them all and where it will go. What will be learned, what will be taught, how their bonds will go furthering on. I don’t know I’m sappy about these things. 

This goes for others as well, with threads that go on and eventually end where you can end them and pick up with something after. Stuff with a plot that either just happened or was planned out. You’re all amazing writers! @zhuangshii  @castelleve​ and everyone I’ve written with and missed. You’re all amazing~

RP  PET  PEEVES  /  DEALBREAKERS :  

 I never had this problem in the past or had an issue with it up until after I reboot him but, when others take my characters story and lore, even if it was out of inspiration then implement it for themselves in some way or form. I’ve had Francis for many years and this was never an issue nor did I come across anyone with a similar story as he had. Mob/mafia verse sure but not like this. I don’t want what made him unique and what was created in his story to become just another trope. 

Read my rules please. Doesn’t happen often but its apparent some ignore a lot of factors like his age and how I won’t have him end up with a certain age limit. That or if one wants to age up their character in hopes that it will be okay. If a person has different age timelines to their character already implemented in their blog or want to explore a different age that’s fine, but to age them up for the sake of a possible getting together with my OC or to smut with him, no. 

He’s not easy to ship with or smut with for that matter despite his occupation which is really a part of his story. Noticed a few tried with him and upon realizing he’s not easy, they unfollowed or soft blocked. I don’t want to be another number in that aspect. I don’t focus on smut unless its a means to further something. A plot, a development, not smut for the sake of smut and using his past and present trauma as an excuse for it either. He is a prostitute, the subject does come up, but that is all unless again, its to further something. His occupation doesn’t mean he’s easy. 

Lack of consequences and actions in a character and what they have done. I like to keep things more realistic and understand that not everyone is into that. My OC is mouthy, angry and irritable, but he won’t go out of his way to cause issues for someone unless they are giving him a hard time or causing issues. If they provoke mine, call him out, hurt him, he will react accordingly if he’s in the state for it and won’t hold back. Doesn’t mean he’ll kill another character, but will respond as any one would respond. This goes for him as well, what he does and what it will cause in consequence for him cause he can be impulsive. 

Trying to convince me of doing something I’m not interested in or trying to impress me into it by saying facts that is seen as cool or interesting. If I’m not interested in a plot or dynamic, I’m not interested and its because the ideas aren’t compatible with my OC or that it’s not something I want to write or get into. 

Angst for the sake of nothing but angst. Torturing your character because it’s enjoyable and one loves to see them continuously in pain. I don’t know it never settled well with me to do this. Other’s enjoy it, great but it’s unnerving to see them act all gleeful over it and its constant. No break, just angst after angst after angst. 

Treating my guy like an idiot and brushing him off as being unreasonable or out of his mind. Every aspect to my OC has a reason for it, his anger, his mentality, and brushing off when he’s in pain, calling him out and acting aloof about it rubs me the wrong way, especially if the characters are considered friends. If they’re starting out and new he wouldn’t even fall apart but it depends on the circumstances. See a moment he’s not himself, don’t kick someone while they’re down or act like his anger is something to be shrugged. 

Changing the narrative of the thread out of no where, with out warning and act like I’m a mind reader and had to already know the reason why for this sudden change. If something is uncomfortable, say something, don’t change it and think it will be rolled with. 

MUSE  PREFERENCES  FLUFF,    ANGST  OR  SMUT :  Doses of each one. Angst is okay but too much of it can be draining. Shock factor for the sake of shock factor doesn’t really go anywhere. I don’t mind angst as long as it has some reason for it. Fluff is alright, I don’t mind fluff at all, even it out with the angst and it works out. Smut isn’t the sole focus of this blog or my character despite his occupation and past. It can happen, but it really isn’t the top priority unless there is meaning to it. Furthers something in plot or development of the character and story. I don’t do smut just because, want reason for it. 

PLOTS  OR  MEMES :  Both are good, mix them up a bit. I have a hard time often thinking up a plot and sometimes memes are a good way to start a plot if it fits. Helps to start anything really. 

LONG  OR  SHORT  REPLIES : Can be long, can be short, depends on what is happening but would like more than one word or one sentence. Generally I don’t mind though. 

BEST TIME TO WRITE :   I tend to save things and draft them until the weekend. In my own time reply to them but keep them saved in drafts them post on weekends. Sometimes things will be posted or replied to here and there but it really depends on my mood. It varies I guess. 

ARE  YOU  LIKE  YOUR  MUSE(S) :  Yes and no. A lot of who he is comes from me, a lot of his past and pain is from me, but everything else is his own. I digress he is not a self insert by any means but when I first created him, he was an outlet for me to vent my own issues. Took on a life of his own and now here he is. I don’t get angry or explosive like him. Moody yes, but I get quiet and huffy at most. There are similarities but also very very not. He is a part of me, and comes from me. 

Tagged by: @castelleve

Steal it! 

[smokes-and-bullets]

Get To Know Me!

Name: Nemi/ Neyra  Age: Over 25.  Preferred Pronouns: She/Her  Sexuality: Pansexual Zodiac Sign: Scorpio Taken or Single:  Forever single. Feel too messed up to be in a relationship and too late to start anyway.  Three Facts 🌘 – I customize ball joint dolls though haven’t had the motivation lately.  🌓 – Used to work in the ER  🌒 – Used to paint landscape. Experience How long (months/years): Years, too long.  How’d you start?: I’m not sure I remember what started it per say, but it was with a cringey self insert OC back in the day and moved on from there rather fast in creating my own or canon characters. Hopped fandoms but found its too much. �� Muse preferences Female or Male: Lean more towards male characters I’ve come to notice.  Favorite Muse: Do our own OC’s count?  Least favorite muse: I wouldn’t say they’re the least but the background characters for world building. I don’t use them often and maybe one or two will show up here and there to give more depth but otherwise that’s it.  Writing Preferences Slice of life/smut/romance. Like to keep things relatively simple, not too stressful. Don’t mind writing darker topics as long as its evened out with something calm. Don’t do well in writing action or fights but willing to try if need be. Generally something simple is fine, angst is fine if countered with fluff. Smut is not the main focus either despite my OCs occupational standing.  Plot or Memes: Either or. I’ve come to find memes are actually easier to start something then work with what is there and plot, rather than just plot from the start. Find it can be awkward trying to come up with ideas to write out, so memes might be best but I’m down for either.  Are you like your muses: Yes and no. Much of his issues and mental state is similar to mine. When I first created him, who he was, was partly me but he’s his own person and over the years sort of worked on him to who he is. He is by no means a self insert. Gave him strengths I wish I had. We’re similar in a lot of aspects but also very very not. 

Stole it Steal it!

[coldestsunset]

I thought I’d share a few pictures of my Solas-mancing Lavellan, Neyra Lavellan.

She regrets letting him take the vallaslin at first, because suddenly there would be nothing that would hide the “hideous” scar on her forehead. Over the time she grows into accepting her face again and eventually returns to her clan after the events of Trespasser, trying to tell them the truth about the creators and the dread wolf - she doesn’t tell them her explicit relationship with him, however.

Her eye colour isn’t natural - it’s the result of a blood magic ritual, which purpose was to correct her eye sight, many years ago. It worked, but also tinted her eyes permanently red.