#oc: vayas

[accidentalcookies]

👋 Nyello, basically all my ocs are people of color because I am a people of color lol

For whumpees specifically, I have mainly two: Shaoyuan and Vayas! I joke that it's like the world's worst roulette wheel in my head for them because whoever I'm hyperfixating on is whoever gets fucked over in my fics 😂

Shaoyuan is Chinese and a trans man! I have a whole multiverse of universes for him, so his backstory varies slightly depending on the au, but the tl;dr of things that stay consistent between all of them is that he's one half of a set of twins, usually forced to go through a sort of Training From Hell™️ that involves fratricide to become a hypercompetent living weapon, then regretting the fratricide and deciding to lay his entire life down upon the goal of getting his two baby siblings out of whatever system he's in before they're forced into the Training From Hell™️. He's a chill, deadpan sarcastic guy who looks and behaves like the platonic ideal of a stealth assassin—yet, defying all expectations, is extremely kind and loves kids. Honestly, imagine an aloof but caring black cat, then take that cat and turn it into a human, and you've basically got Shaoyuan.

Vayas is from a fantasy, non-Earth world entirely, so technically our Earth countries don't exist in his world. But if he and his family were to be born on Earth, his father would be from India and his other father (trans) would be from China! So, mixed Indian-Chinese. He's cis, but he's funky with it, and just broadly queer in terms of orientation. The aus I have with Vayas can vary Wildly, much like with Shaoyuan, but the general thread that stays the same between them is that Vayas is the son of two high-ranking members of their respective societies, is immortal in some way, and is raised in such a way as to encourage his ironclad moral compass that makes him unafraid to stand up against what he sees as unjust. Often he's something of a psychopomp, someone who guides restless spirits to find peace, and/or someone who hunts monsters in order to protect innocents (I have an au where he's a witcher). Personality-wise, I always describe him as some unholy cross between an insufferable genius and a knight in shining armor 😂 He's loud, dramatic, often blunt to the point of rudeness, and honestly just bitchy 😂 But at the same time, he'll lay down his life without question to save a stranger's life. If you've seen the post I'm thinking of, he's that trope of a character who sees themself as a shield, whose life purpose is to protect others.

honestly there needs to be more diversity in whump

mainly because i'm sick of hearing about people's cis white male whumpees HAVE SOME ORIGINALITY

when all your whumpees look the same its rly hard for me to care about any of them

if you have a main whumpee who isn't a cis white male pleaaase comment or reblog with some infodumping bc i'd love to hear about them!

[accidentalcookies]

I should finally make an oc introduction post for Vayas (and Tora)...

[eldritch-spouse]

Tristalis, weird set up you say? 👀

One of the weirdest.

It's a very impractical set of genitals by the standards of not just humans but many monsters as well. It's safe to say Tristalis hasn't had many opportunities to have proper sex, between his lackluster social life and a rather unique package.

Although the tip of his cock is flat, the edges of it are spongy and can flatten somewhat under pressure, they can even be flicked safely. That doesn't mean penetrative sex is easy the first few times, as you'll need to get adjusted to the extra length and Tristalis will have to come to terms with the fact that some of his shaft may just never get to be inside you. It's a struggle, but worth it when you manage to fit him.

Oral sex also isn't the most convenient, though he's more than happy to have you mouth at him however you please. In fact, there will likely be a lot of thigh fucking early on in your "relationship".

Tristalis will be a little self-conscious if you point out how bizarre you think his dick is, but it's not enough to deter him from getting you to touch it.

[vaya-writes]

tfw all your ocs are so nice and morally good (as far as i can tell) and then mine are. mostly different shades of morally grey and kill people.

curious about Vernon's reactions to or opinions about them 😂

maybe I'll do like. short descriptions of them tomorrow (currently it's just before 12 am aaaa). if you wanted to maybe think about how Veron would feel about them.

I think because he is a demon he has a bit of a flexible sense of morality. It’s mostly just surprise, like “oh a Human is doing that. Strange. They’re usually too squeamish.”

I do have two very morally grey OCs but they’re not romance love interests. They’re the little self insert characters that I like to daydream about before bed, you know? I’ve never written about them.

They’re both badass ladies with dead families and bad coping mechanisms. One shares her body with a demon and the other came from a once prestigious family of monster hunters. Both are nameless 😭

… actually no I DID write about one of them. The monster hunter is the insert I used for that gala with Mervin, “Plus Two” is the monster hunter.

But yeah mine don’t tend to kill for fun 😂

The demon share body one kills cultists who go after her, and the monster hunter one has angst about loosing control and killing people that one time she was possessed by a revenant.

[benevolentspacehands]

Tree climbing hours <3

🩷@dearestcherry

[groriatrevi10xx]

"...Core..."

-Crawford-

-Al-

-Jairo-

-Adham-

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G: Quería dibujar más magos, pero se estropeó el ordenador... Así que mejor saco los que ya hice... Aún me faltan unos cuantos más, no tantos... Ya que no pienso dibujarlos a todos.../I wanted to draw more wizards, but the computer broke down... So, I better take out the ones I already made... I still need a few more, not that many... Since I don't plan to draw them all...

Y sí, los Magos existen, pero son Neutrales... No como los Hechiceros y Brujas que se pelean por todo... xD/And yes, Wizards do exist, but they are Neutral... Not like Sorceresses and Witches who fight over everything... xD

Los magos usan varitas {Al igual que algunos tipos de Hadas}, qué fantasía... Quiero decir, se llevan bien con Hechiceros y Brujas, gracias a su forma neutral de ser... Trae su mundo a una paz... ¡Lo cual será interrumpido porque lo digo yo!.../Wizards use wands {Just like some types of Fairies}, what a fantasy... I mean, they get along well with Sorceresses and Witches, their neutral way of being... Brings their world to a peace... Which will be interrupted because I say so!!!...

[srtapinklips]

The fucking AUDACITY

[rozeoverdose]

ritalin rat

[ghostpaynes]

What I have for my oc Her name is Lemon Dust (Ofical tittle DJ Lady Lemon Dust) she was left on Dr. D's door when she she was three. She's two years older than The Girl. (I may shift this tbh bc I want her older than Vaya and Vamos) When she was little I feel she was kept out of trouble and barley went out and when she did she was close to Show Pony's side.

Often times the Fab Four would babysit her when she was little. She grew close to them and The Girl. Their deaths pushed her to ask for training. This was a mixed of her being training

She's a bit how I imagine Kobra in she likes to tinker. Her signiture is her pastle yellow color schemes and the yellow smoke bombs she makes. Probably has a very pastle yellow gun with something close to the Lemon Demon (the band) logo tbh She met the Ultra V's seperetally Vay and Vamos first helping them during a clap the probably Volume the Vinyl and then Val later becoming like an honnery V.

It's odviously not going to end well for her but we vibe. Liking Val is hard

[juliemaksimuk]

Baby, did you forget to take your meds?

Inspired by “The Sixth Shadow”

By @thinknicht

With love. 💙

[blindscarlet]

Para mi amiga Minty un pastel fuera de este mundo

[amissguided]

Gudrum, reina de los hechiceros de hielo

{x}

[accidentalcookies]

I can feel the roulette wheel spinning onto Vayas lmao rip

[eldritch-spouse]

It finally happened. Alas another follower of yours has dreamt of your characters.

I dreamt that I’d freshly arrived in the rings and started dating Livius. It wasn’t quite “you are my queen” level more like him scoping me out to see if he liked me enough for that level.

With like an ice cream date and sitting on a bench at the beach and sharing cute little thigh touches without going much further. Wild.

Vorticia was eating somebody in the background of the ice cream date, and I think there was another icon around that I narrowly missed meeting/dating.

At the ice cream shop I had to specify which ring I wanted my food from since the lust ring ice cream was obviously laced with aphrodisiacs 😂

The most intense ice cream date of your life, I'd imagine.

You have the beautiful scenery of Vorticia rending people to shreds because her lunch is late, some other royal suitor trying to weasel into the date as an unwanted third wheel...

And finally, Livius staring at you like this every time you turn away.

[vaya-writes]

Serving the Serpent - 5

Briar owes Lord Isen her life. She works off her debt by serving in his castle. Dealing with the rapidly changing circumstances of her life, she’s not used to anyone paying her much attention. It’s hard when Isen seems set on interacting with her. 

Cis female human with selective mutism x male naga (slow burn, co-workers to lovers, power imbalances, eventual smut). 2500 words. Content warnings for this chapter: references to the cult-like elements of Briar's upbringing. Divider from firefly-graphics

Briar participates in Discourse for the first time.

Previous - Masterlist

The following afternoon, Briar is starting to regret her carefree comment. Learning to read is one thing. Staying seated in Lockwood’s office, trying her best not to hunch over the table, fingers pressed a little too tightly around a piece of chalk, is another. Because learning to read, means learning to write. And learning to write means the dark elf taking the time out of his day to point out letters and pronounce them.  

He’s patient. She’ll give him that. Pointing to each letter before and after she copies it, fingers cramping. He pronounces each sound slowly, then regularly. Gives an example word that the sound is in. Watches for Briar to nod her understanding.  

His face is nearly as blank as the slate she writes on. The only time irritation had flickered across his features was when he pronounced the first letter. He’d waited a beat, before she realised she was expected to copy the sound. She’d opened her mouth. Hesitated. And dropped her eyes in shame when nothing more than a stuttered breath came out.  

To Lockwood’s credit, he’d recovered quickly. Had adjusted the cadence of his lesson, and nothing else, no longer pausing for her to speak. Just waiting for her shows of attention and occasional nods. No further frustration shows on his features. But it doesn’t stop Briar from feeling intimidated. 

That night she lies awake in bed. It’s only when the room is silent, when she’s certain that everyone is either asleep or about to be when she’s able to vocalise. Fragments of sound, not complete words, as she tries her best to remember how Lockwood had spoken, and mimic each phonic. 

Somebody nearby stirs and she’s startled back into silence. She pulls her pillow over her head and sighs. Perhaps she could find some other time alone to practice. Or perhaps just mouthing the sounds would be enough.   

Despite the disadvantage, Briar wakes determined to see the day through, and learn as much as she can during her next lesson. She picks up breakfast on the way to the third floor, where she meets Emilie and assists her with the usual cleaning. The lizard chats as she works, going from room to room to strip the beds and clean the private bathrooms.  

She’s tense in anticipation of entering the lord’s chambers, but finds them empty. Arol’s too. She doesn’t think much of it until lunch time, when she parts ways with Emilie to meet with Cook. Isen and Arol’s meals are absent from the trolley. Part of her regards the change with curiosity.  

“Lockwood stopped by. He said you’re to skip your lesson with Lord Isen today, and to meet in his office early. I’ll have your lunch delivered there.” 

Briar blinks. Tilts her head to inquire why, but Cook misses the gesture as he turns back to work. Once he’s out of earshot, Briar lets the huff escape from her chest. Carries on with the rest of her duties, delivering the noble’s meals. 

Dinah is busy as per usual, buried in paper and parchment, sorting with deadly speed and precision. Her eyes flick up as Briar enters, and she inclines her chin a little as the woman places her tray on the desk corner.  

Briar finds herself faltering as she stops outside the newly occupied offices. She’d been avoiding the newcomers to the castle like the plague. The coral pink naga has a way of leering at her that makes her uncomfortable. And the scaled woman – Briar's not yet sure what she is – has an unwavering gaze; sharp and deadly. It raises the hair on the back of her neck, and has her struggling not to turn tail.  

When her job is done she waves down Emilie, fortunate enough to catch her as she returns from a break. 

“Is something wrong?” 

Briar shakes her head. Points to herself and then towards the stairs. She usually collects the floor’s dishes after her meal with Isen, but wouldn’t have the chance today. 

“You need to go?” 

Briar nods. Then points to her trolley. 

Emilie raises her scaled brows. “You want me to clean up after lunch?” 

She nods. ‘Please.’ 

Emilie hums and hars for a moment, before relaxing with a smile. “I guess I can do that. But you’ll owe me.”  

Briar gives a relieved smile. ‘Thank you so much.’ She even curtsies on the spot to show her gratitude, exaggerated and low. 

Her work taken care of, Briar hurries off to her next stop. 

When she arrives in the dimly lit office, Lockwood isn’t alone. She stiffens immediately in the doorway, eyeing Lord Isen and a lizard newcomer with apprehension.  

Isen smiles at her, gesturing for her to enter. “You’re right on time. We can start as soon as you’ve eaten.” 

Briar tries not to clip her motions, but she can’t help but be unnerved by the additional pair of eyes. ‘Start what, my lord?’ 

Isen gestures to the stranger. “This is Berron. He’s one of my translators. He’s going to teach us to sign your letters.” 

Briar didn’t realise it was possible to go tauter, but she does. It’s been... months, since she’d spoken to anyone fluent in Sign. She thought she be lost in silence forever when Stella died. 

She tries not to gape at Berron, who in turn tries to keep his appraisal light. 

There’s a silence in the room. It seems as if Lockwood and Isen await her reaction. She supposes the breach in etiquette might be warranted this once. Hesitant, she speaks to the lizard.  

‘You speak Sign?’ 

Berron gives an apologetic smile. “Just the basics, I’m afraid. I’m more fluent in the Serpentine dialect. But I can sign the common letters. They’re what you’re learning, yes?” His Common is nearly unaccented, and he gestures a sign occasionally as he speaks.  

He’s not fluent. But hope begins to bloom in her chest. ‘Do you-’ she hesitates. ‘Do you know how to say this?’ She adds a gesture. 

He winces. “No, sorry. What is it?” 

“Her name,” says Isen, who watches the interaction closely. “We still don’t know it.” 

“Ah,” the lizard frowns. “Well, with any luck, soon you’ll be able to spell it!” 

“Or write it,” murmurs Lockwood, who pulls out the chair at his side table. “Shall we begin?” 

Isen stays for the lesson. Practices signing letters as Berron instructs, and Lockwood sounds them out for Briar. She feels a little ridiculous, having a team of three trying to teach her literacy. She reassures herself that Isen is at least having his signing lesson, learning some greetings from his translator.  

All in all, it’s a learning experience for everyone in the room. Even Lockwood appears engaged for the next two hours. Before long he’s signing and pronouncing letters at the same time, before Briar dutifully copies him and writes them down. 

The novelty fades before the week passes. Isen participates long enough to learn how to sign his letters. Once Briar has passing knowledge of the signed alphabet, Berron finishes his tutoring. And her days go back to normal.  

She cleans in the mornings. Serves third floor meals at lunch and dinner. Takes her midday meal with Isen, where he insists she teach him Sign when he’s not busy with paperwork (he’s always busy, but he makes time). Starts learning how to string letters together, and what sounds they make. Gets used to writing with chalk. Then with a pen. And rinses off at the end of the day before trudging down to the common room for a fitful sleep.  

Her nightmares persist. They’re not as frequent, but are no less harrowing. And without a full night of rest, her days are draining. She’s not sure if it’s the inconsistent schedule, or the strange array of work she’s been given, but she feels busy. Like if she were just a cleaner, or if she just served meals things would be simpler.  

She wishes she could talk to Lockwood. To ask him to assign her a permanent position already. But he’s already doing so much for her. Putting aside an hour of his time every day to sit with her while she writes, and her lips form the shapes of letters– if silently. Besides, it’s not like she would be able to make herself understood.  

Still. Objectively, her life has improved. She knows her way around. Is getting used to the minutia of things. She’s still intimidated by Isen’s circle. Pryden and Fern scare her the most, but they’re rarely at the castle. She doesn’t know what they do for Isen, but whatever it is, it’s done elsewhere. 

Whatever they report back to Isen, it keeps him busy. The next time they return, Briar finds Isen awash in paperwork. Enough so that he doesn’t have time for their lunch lessons, only brief reprieves to eat. 

‘You still haven’t replaced Amos?’ 

He frowns. “I haven’t hired a new aide yet, no.” 

‘What are you waiting for?’ 

He squints. “Pardon?” 

She rewords her query. ‘Why not?’ 

Understanding spreads across his features, and he shrugs, turning back to his food. “It’ll take time to train a replacement. Unless you think I should hire somebody not qualified?” His tone turns teasing at the end. 

Briar resists the urge to roll her eyes. Gives an impassive shrug, before continuing her meal.  

Isen leans back in his chair, watching Briar with an unusual interest. “What would you do in my place?” 

It takes her a moment to realise it’s not a rhetorical question. She pauses midbite when she does. Points at herself as if to say, ‘you’re asking me?’ 

“Sure. I want your opinion.” 

She lets her features contort this time. ‘Why?’ 

He crosses his arms. “Humour me.” 

She takes a moment to think. Spends most of it composing herself, and smoothing her expression once more. ‘What type of assistant do you want?’ 

He tilts his head. “What do I want?” 

She points towards Amos’ old room. Signs ‘assistant’.  

“What kind of aide do I want?” 

Nod. 

He shrugs. “Somebody diligent. With initiative. Thoughtful. Around when I need them. On top of things like my schedule.” 

She nearly rolls her eyes again. Restrains her sigh. ‘Then hire a cleaner. What do you want your aide to know?’ 

“Do you mean their qualifications?” 

She gives an emphatic nod. 

“Oh. Well, nothing fancy. They don’t need to be a graduate of anything, I can train them myself. But they’ll need basic literacy and numeracy skills.” 

Part of her sours at the last comment. ‘And are there any schools in the Lowlands?’ 

“Is there what where?” 

‘School. A place of learning. A place of knowledge. Place. Know,’ she gestures until Isen catches her meaning.  

“A school? Here?” He pauses for a moment, speaking as an aside, “Show me that again-” copying her gesture, before, “No. We tried once, but people didn’t show up.” 

Again, she wants to roll her eyes. This time, he does wrangle a reaction out of her, and she has to take a moment to pinch the bridge of her nose. When she looks back up at him, ready to start again, he’s grinning. 

“You’re cute when you get exasperated.” 

She narrows her eyes. Emphatically picks up her now empty plate and takes it to her trolley.  

“Stop, I’m sorry. You weren’t finished speaking.” 

She puts her chair away before stopping in front of his desk. Reigns in her annoyance. Makes herself the picture of a perfect servant. 

‘I would go to the city. It’d be easier to find an aide there.’ 

Isen grins. “You remind me of Arol, you know?” 

She can’t identify his tone. Quirks her brow, lets herself get sucked in to the question.  

“Polite to a fault.” 

She blinks. Hyperaware of how he watches her reaction.  

Briar laces her hands in front of her. Bites down on her lip. She knows he’s goading her. Knows he just wants a reaction. She takes a deep breath. Is about to turn and leave before- 

‘-and you’re ignorant.’ 

He tilts his head. (When she reflects back on this encounter, she’ll be thankful beyond belief that she hadn’t taught him that word yet.) Then he waits, expectant for her to continue. 

‘Why should a parent send their child to school?’ 

He takes a moment to process, understanding he’s being questioned, before giving an apologetic wince. “I don’t follow.” 

‘Why did you go to school?’  

“To learn?” 

‘Why?’ 

He shakes his head. “Uh- it was expected?’ 

‘Why?’ 

“So I could learn to read and-” 

‘Sure. Why?’ 

“My father wanted me-” 

She cuts him off with the shake of her head. ‘Why?’ 

He crosses his arms again, defensive. “It’s what I was meant to do.” 

She pauses. Uses the hiatus to hammer in her point before signing again. ‘Why should I go to school?’ 

He’s quiet for a moment. “Did your parents want-” 

She shakes her head. 

He takes another few seconds. “It’s not expected?” 

No. Again.  

“So you can read and write?” 

‘Okay. Why?’ 

“Why what?” 

‘Why should I read and write?’ 

He frowns, like it should be obvious. “So you can get a better job. So you can get paid. To help you communicate.” 

She shakes her head at each answer. ‘Women cook. Women clean. I was meant to cook and clean. Why should I go to school?’ 

He grits his teeth, confused by the roundabout conversation. It’s the first time she’s seen him visibly frustrated. “Because I want you to be my assistant.” 

The statement is enough to halt her tirade.  

They’re both silent for a moment. Isen, biting his lip, regretting his outburst. Clearly it was something he’d meant to keep to himself. Briar, compartmentalising. Trying to process that information at record speed, wondering if it’s worth dropping her point.  

It’s not. She’s nearly finished. 

After the extended pause, she straightens. Points out the window, towards the peasants in the lowlands, to make her point. ‘Why should they go to school?’ 

Isen takes a moment. Then another. Then his shoulders slump – just barely. “You’re saying they have no reason to come to school?” 

She nods.  

“Oh.” 

He doesn’t look at her, frowning down at his plate, seeming to digest the knowledge. His thoughts have changed direction.  

Eventually he notices Briar, expectant.  

“Yes?” 

‘You want to make me your assistant?’ 

He purses his lips. It looks like he hadn’t planned to tell her for a while. “Eventually. Yes.” 

She stares him down. Lets him stew in the scrutiny until Isen is the one to drop his eyes, experiencing shame, or perhaps guilt, but not quite sure why. 

She waits until he looks at her again to sign her goodbye.  

‘I can’t count either.’ 

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[rescuepheasant]

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