#sai'rish

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Sai'rish in this after she pisses off Beatrix to make it up to her WHEN

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what does marion think of your mutuals ocs?

For the moment, I'll stick to @besnella, @gingerall and @mariicake 's ocs. Maybe I'll make a second post if anyone is interested

Aleksi - she smells like danger and bleeding duty. Objectively, he is impressed by her talent and her self-control. He also knows how misogynistic demons can be so he admires even more her dedication to her work, how her ambition always drives her farther and farther. Slay queen, show them who's the boss here. Your weaknesses can become your most lethal weapons, don't hide them.

That being said, even if they'd enjoyed each other's company, Marion still can't trust her completely.

She's a demon after all. Even if Aleksi is a supreme depiction of dark feminine beauty and Marion knows his sister would fall head over heels for her. To be like her... Distrust and strong ideologies have been implemented in his brain since forever. He appreciates her dry humour, her blazing confidence and her complex silences - but it'll take time for both of them before they build real trust. Before they truly open up.

I'm certain they'll become drinking buddies though-

Cyra - an old Hollywood siren who lived long enough but whose heart still yearns for the distant memory of a forgotten land.

Water signs make his heart go high. Her adventurous side, her love for art, for cinema and theatre are something he looks up to. + Her curly hair is a yes for him.

He doesn't mind her secretive and discreet personality at all. Cyra does a very good job in hiding her true nature - to the point that Marion was almost scared when he realised she was a demon. Just like Aleksi, he isn't supposed to become friends with her. He's a hunter blablabla with principles blablabla. You get it.

-but once she helped him when he had an anxiety attack at school and couldn't attend his next class. She brought him her notes - smooth, elegant cursive writing on a amber-scented paper.

The next day, he thanked her with a grapefruit soda.

Keiichirou - Oh. Finally a human.

Both immediately though 'how pretty' the first time their eyes laid on each other across the corridor. But do you think they approached each other right after?

No.

Marion spent weeks without being able to do more than just catch sight of Keii's silhouette. Either in a hurry, or just lost in his thoughts, he never had the occasion to go and introduce himself to this handsome boy - renowned around the school. How can someone be so popular that you hear his name at least once a day but he still manages to disappear each time you're looking for him? Once, he mistook Ayato for Keii because of their similar hair colour. Marion walked past the vampire and sighed.

'Hm? What's up, bigot?'

'...Nothing. Just looking for someone taller.'

Quickening his pace, annoyed, he ignored the immortal narcissist's answer.

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He is way too nice, Marion thought the first time Keii and him talked together. The hunter felt like he was talking to another version of himself - full of brilliant charming smiles and poised confidence. He actually never grew suspicious of Keii's adaptative and manipulative behaviour to be honest. Maybe because he doesn't care as long as it doesn't prevent him from flirting with him. (and because he is simply...not aware of it? Come on, we're talking about Keiichirou. He knows what he's doing.)

But yes. They definitely flirt together. Nothing else occurs for the moment but their chemistry is very, very interesting to observe. The tension burns like a sun and their shared laughter chime like crystal clicking glasses. Are they friends? Something more? Something less?

I would love to write about Sarfaraz and Sai'rish when I'll learn more about them. Ready for them whenever you are dear @lovely-oh-so-lovelyyui <3

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I hope you guys know of I ever did Sai'rish modern wardrobe she dresses like Camila from Daisy Jones and the Six

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I actually really liked this picrew and got too invested so:

Sarfaraz and Sai'rish

Imma tag @ofstormsandsaints and @mariicake

{ Decided to make a genderbend of Queen Yui- }

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{ Tagging whoever is interested 💗}

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I love my girl Sai'rish so here's baby her with Beatrix, any of course if anyone wants to try picrew

tagging @yui--komori, @ofstormsandsaints and @secretarykang

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sai lookbook

Now I won’t lie and say Sai’rish isn’t gorgeous because she is. She just looks like mischief and temptation wrapped into one but a part of it is bitter and so sad. it’s in the little things. 

The deep set of her eyes that are always a little red, with a glassy look every morning, and the little purple bruises that continuously bloom up her legs. Small glimpses of them as her skirts flow around her.

 The first glance most people receive of her is enough to hook you in, she walks with languid grace, her head held not exceptionally high but facing where she wants to go unwavering by the minuscule distractions around her.

Her face is this sweetheart shape, with a sleek button nose and curved lips.

She has her father’s large firm shoulders, with her dancing mother’s fluidity and swaying curves. 

She has his charismatic smirks and amorous stare, drooping, dark like she could eat you whole. Her eyes are probably the feature that closest resembles her father, they are this striking emerald that would engage your flight or fight the urge to spread your legs' response. 

Her eye shape is naturally a mix between doe-like and sleepy, it didn't take her long to master a look of naive seduction.

She takes the greatest of pleasures in enhancing them. Her favourite technique is using smoked wood to outline the natural wing around her eyes and then smudging it and sticking a pearl under the centre of her brow. I wish I could say this is what she wears usually but does change so often, depending on her mood. Sometimes she’ll just walk around barefaced, with natural glowing dewy skin that most came from her mother. Or dark liner under, with gold accents painted on in floral shapes. Nevertheless, the first you will notice is her eyes.

I’ve said for her body type she isn’t stout nor tall just right? I suppose she’s favoured by goldilocks. But girls got curves,  like most viboran women they have been blessed with quite magnanimous assets, sai just happen to be blessed with a great pair. 

She’s soft and warm all around, with soft round cheeks and the thickest thighs around, and enjoys showing off her curves in the most elusive ways, which is probably why her wardrobe is so diverse. On the kibbe scale, she's a romantic.

Her hands however are the most skilled part of her aside from her viper sharp mouth. They’re long and nimble with calluses from days of practising every instrument available within her father’s halls to accompany her mother’s routines, as she grows older they’re used for long hours at the academy learning the essential rules for the lady of a household, and long nights as she writes to her mother waiting for responses she knows will never come. Soon enough they turn into calluses made from pages upon pages spilling with love for the girl whose bright rays she basked in.

Her hair is high maintenance but that is very well known, it's not the dark ebony shade of her mother's, but rather a strange shade of maroon that is too dark to be visible in natural lighting.

She has pouty lips that are nearly always stretched into a Cheshire Cat grin, taunting and provoking. Like most brown girls her top lip is darker but her bottom lip is this pretty rose. After graduation, however, her lips are always painted in the darkest shade of red, almost reassembling drying blood.

Her wardrobe oh my, it's a scandal. Whilst vibora fashion is extremely suggestive compared to other clans it's masterful as to where it leads your eyes. With silk draped over the right curves, lace bodices tightened and amplifying enough to enchant but never to expose, transparent fabrics arranged and rearranged till it's just right.

Her wardrobe is an excellent blend of viboran high society and exactly what a bastard child is expected to be dressed as.

A bastard child is a title to be worn in shame. to be shown what she could’ve had but instead mocked that she would never stand in that light. Being the absolute bastard she is, she embraces it. 

The politest etiquette, holding herself in such a way that there would never be shame brought upon her family, she’s the sweetest thing, even the older married women liked her, she flattered and fraternised with honeyed smiles and warm arms. Listening to worries and woes. It was impossible to accuse her of anything in high society, even if she had done it a blind eye would be turned to your complaints as she was too invaluable to lose.

And this privileged rascal behaviour transferred over everything she did (because she trusted her talents) including her wardrobe. 

And that is exactly what it sounds like, it’s short, it shows too much leg, thin straps, threads, lace, chains so fine and thin they’d snap with a single tug, big bold embellishments, with different vibrant fabrics, cutouts covered with excellent black smithery.

I’m talking ornate daggers strung together with pearls to create metal wings, glass diamonds chained together dripping off of her.

 Her mother’s dancer shoes turned into the finest pair of evening heels, stories imbued into the fabric, wispy fabric emphasising her, dresses just a little too tight and dresses too loose yet you still can’t look away, fabrics reused and styled in so many variations you could make your runway line based on one theme.

 The worst part is it drives the vibora women mad because it's never vulgar and no matter how hard they try they just can't replicate it.

She loves backless dresses, fancy in the front, and party in the back. In the most expensive silk layered and decorated by spider-spun lace, spraying out at the bottom like a mermaid's tail with a trail slithering behind her. The dress tapers off a steep space where the back of the dress is meant to be stopping just above the curve of her ass. 

Silk shawls and pretty hats for salon tea parties, big loopy earrings or bejewelled smaller ones strung around her pointed ears.

Not a fan of necklaces which restricts her but will wear them if necessary to fulfil the outfit but not needed most of the time.

Most of her outfits are exceptionally detailed around her neck and collarbone area. 

Loves to decorate her hair, whilst she has natural Goldilock curls they don't always suit the impression she's trying to give so she'll steam it to a different form. The best part is that her hair comes  out of its shape.

Little hair pins, to strung together beads and metal clasps, to large encrusted clips, or headpieces with finely detailed gold work and gold chains scattered throughout out her tresses. She loves it.

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Hello darling, you know we want to know more about Sai'rish and Sarfaraz

We want to know everything

Age, pronouns, favourite colour, who's human and who's not

The pretty ocs are conquering the world ✊️

Sai’rish Venedum-Mortiferous

Sairish is dying but used to be a popular name within Islamic regions such as the middle east and southern Asia. The name itself means many things but its core is magical and glamorous.

She’s a viboran noble lady ( bastard child) and her other side is hidden for now.

Sai adores her name; it came purely from her mother, with no influence from her father or grandmother. The meaning that it’s a needed sunrise in times of darkness, that she herself means something mystical and beautiful. Adores it. Flattery gets you everywhere with home-girl.

Her nickname is Sai. others: sweetheart, birdie and scumbag.

Age immortal, however, she’s mainly written about from when she was young to her early twenties. 

On the other hand if I ever write a modern au she’s probably 37/39.

Again, how old she looks depends on when I’m writing her. But she’s one of those girls that’s adorable as a child, a literal doll but she grows up a bit too fast. You can see the maturity in her face, soon enough she always looks a couple of years older than she is.

Eye colour is this beautiful green, it’s striking, and it lulls your senses before she does strike.

She’s a blind bat, okay jokes her eyesight is fine. I just think it’d be funny if in the modern au shu or ayato try to show her something and she has to squint and go let me put on my glasses before she has any clue what’s going on.

Pretty girl she is, the beauty standard of regency. She’s a 5’5, curvy girl, all soft and warm. Every time she puts on that custom-made corset you know no one can raise their eyes past her collar bones.

She’s my pretty brown girl, beautiful bronze skin, think Rebecca Steam from monster high.

Her hair! Omg her hair. A big part of her mother’s race, the longer, thicker, shinier your hair is more people croon over you. It’s like the only beauty standard they really have. She has these thick goldilocks waves but she has shiny black hair, that looks red in the sunlight. It falls to the back of her thighs, since she’s unmarried, when she’s a child it’s kept in 2 braids over high on her head and falls majestically down her back, decorated with pearl pins. As she grows older she has these two braids that coil like snakes till they join together in a braid over her shoulder.

It’s this gorgeous thick braid, with multiple little strands braided, decorated with gold chains and amulets and strung with pearls and emeralds.

Whilst viboras don’t really care for leaving their hair open or not, very rarely will you see sai doing it because it is seen as unclassy or of lower standing even.   Again very rarily will you see it strung with flowers as its a sign of prostitutes where her mothers from.

There is however a special garland of flowers that she can attach to her hair but that's on the day she gets married.

And yeah, she makes her maids untie every single braid, comb it, oil and perfume it and tie it again before bed, only to wake up and comb it and wash it before tying it again. 

Current fav song: superbass by nicki minaj

Sarfaraz Ferdous von Nuremburg ( sarfaraz ferdous)

Oh he’s a sad little bastard but what can you do? He tends to discard the von Nuremburg part of his name even though it's on his passport and his birth certificate.

Human. 

Sarfaraz’s and his family are big romantics at heart. His name is another pretty popular islamic name, often meaning respected, blessed,king or pride. But the reason his father chose it was because it can also mean compassionate.

Ferdous is from his mothers side, it means heaven as it is literally on of the seven levels of heaven in islam. 

Sarfaraz likes his name, he doesn't really have any strong opinions on it, but he has this inexplicable need to live up to it. When he feels numbs or feels hopeless he goes out of his way to be kind or help someone. He feels guilty that his actions are done with an indulgent greedy intention but it keeps him going.

Sararaz doesn't have many nicknames, his parents would call him son or my boy. All the other nicknames he received as a child weren't very nice. Bullying is something he’s seen in the face far too many times.

Age : I write about him through the years but he’s in the same grade as ayato and yui so 16/17?

He looks pretty much his age, however due to his asian heritage. Hair growth is very easy for him so every 3 days or so his stubble is back, give him a week and he has a beard and looks like he can graduate university.

He stays clean shaven though

He’s my little wasian boy, he has these dark grey eyes that look almost black in the dark and pure silver in the light.

He has the slutty black wire glasses but only wears them for his lectures because he’s short-sighted.

My boy is tall, the german genes put him at 6’3 he's around 85/90kg it fluctuates, but he’s your gym bro except he knows how to cook food.

Ah he's a light skin brown kid closest i can think of was the face claim i gave him

You know his hair, it's curly and messy but he's working on it okay. (no literally he's cutting back on groceries to afford his specific shampoo)

He’s kept it long, in ponytails, he’s gotten the buzzcut, he's grown it out again. It is very much symbolic of his state in life. He heard somewhere hair carries trauma. So every time he needs to discard some weight off his chest he trims it. Currently it's at shoulder length in this messy mullet that he’s trying to work out.

Current fav song: no other heart by mac demero 

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Thank you so much for the tag I completely missed this, my bad.

Kallisto

storm

anger is a double-edged sword you know. be careful or you'll cut yourself and everyone you love on it; or have you already? it's okay to be soft, it's not weak to let others see you as you are. you don't have to be strong anymore, let go. you'll never move on from what hurts you until you stop hiding from yourself. you are not who they said you are.

Sai'rish

storm

anger is a double-edged sword you know. be careful or you'll cut yourself and everyone you love on it; or have you already? it's okay to be soft, it's not weak to let others see you as you are. you don't have to be strong anymore, let go. you'll never move on from what hurts you until you stop hiding from yourself. you are not who they said you are.

Sarfaraz

foggy.

you've never felt as alone as you do now, but maybe you've always felt like this. it doesn't matter if you're with a group or by yourself, the loneliness stays with you always, it's seeped into your bones. or has it? are you as alone as you think or are you clinging on to this pit inside you like it has the answers? it doesn't, know that. it's okay to feel joy again, it's okay to feel okay.

This quiz was so accurate that I had to share it. Take it with yourself or your OC if you want! I especially wanna know @secretarykang , @iricathel , @besnella , @ruki--mukami , @kauze-bridgerton and @crimson-mayhem 's results.

Saeclus Sanguine : foggy

you've never felt as alone as you do now, but maybe you've always felt like this. it doesn't matter if you're with a group or by yourself, the loneliness stays with you always, it's seeped into your bones. or has it? are you as alone as you think or are you clinging on to this pit inside you like it has the answers? it doesn't, know that. it's okay to feel joy again, it's okay to feel okay.

Mishiro Chiheisen : windy

you don't know who you are, do you? when the lights go out tomorrow, who will you be? do you like that person? it might be easier to wear a mask but be careful of it becoming all you are. who is the real you and why are you so afraid of them? you'll never rid yourself of this loneliness if you refuse to let people really see you. you can start again, try again, it's not too late for you

Claire Cornelle : snow

you're either numb inside or you feel everything. you want to feel like a kid again rolling in the snow with your friend, but you've grown up. living in the past will do you no good anymore, remember that version of you and strive to make them proud, you're not them anymore though, move on. make new memories

Amriel Highwind : sunshine

you try to see the best in everything but it's getting too hard. you love too hard, don't you? you're not sure what the future holds for you so you busy yourself with everything available to you. burnout is better than being alone with your thoughts. remember that your friends care about you just as much as you do them. you're not alone in this world, it's okay to stop and breathe.

Aphaeleon Highwind : foggy

you've never felt as alone as you do now, but maybe you've always felt like this. it doesn't matter if you're with a group or by yourself, the loneliness stays with you always, it's seeped into your bones. or has it? are you as alone as you think or are you clinging on to this pit inside you like it has the answers? it doesn't, know that. it's okay to feel joy again, it's okay to feel okay.

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can we at least get a moodpboard of your oc

sai'rish

Sarfaraz

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~ Kinda Outta Luck - Character trying to change their ways for their new s/o

Sai’rish

“She was bored, and beautiful and easily enamoured or cool and cut-throat”

Why should she?

No seriously let’s break it down, she has been alive for years longer than most people’s promises of love have lasted. She is beautiful, merciful, and attentive as a lover.

Yes, she enjoys companionship, she enjoys sharing and creating bonds with others, one of the things that have always plagued her is how some people stay frozen in a certain place in their stories, gathering dust, unable to escape.

She enjoys changing, yes. But not for another being. She reads old letters she wrote and smiles in fondness, of course, she does, there is no one she trusts more than herself.

The discovery of herself is something more capturing then all else.

The closest she has come to the belief in a higher being has been in the fact that she wakes up each day, from dusk to dawn what she does is for herself in the coming years and to cherish the person who she was. There is no one more trustworthy than her.

Not everyone will love her, but this does not mean she needs everyone to love her. She doesn’t think love is some big ever-changing thing.

It’s so obviously the small things, some people wear the same earnings every day, that is love, cherishing something, holding it close, ageing beside it. Love is found shoved into the small nooks of creation, and she enjoys discovering love.

If it suits her so be it, what a fascinating thing that all she can do is believe her s/o is on the same page as her, and continue to stand by their side.

She could try and change, and fix what others find disagreeable but it would be nothing more than trying to shed one’s skin and fit yourself into another.

Now, what could that accomplish aside from great amounts of discomfort, stumbling like a baby deer into this character you’ve set out to be?

Sarfaraz

“I am not attractive, so I made up for my lack of beauty with loud kindness and a forced jovial nature”

He just loves love, he likes how it makes him tingle, and his whole self becomes alive. He needs to love, he needs to be able to have a purpose. He likes the rose tints and the way it motivates him.

Breaking himself into pieces to become someone his new s/o can love isn’t really that alien.

He knows he is flawed, he’s aware of how demanding he can be but it’s addictive to him. Which is why he also knows he is the problem.

He learns how to do all these things for his s/o. If they like art, he makes them little sketches of them, if they like certain books he piles them up on his desk from the library, if they have a favourite dish he makes batches of said food and shares the food to see how their face lights up.

But he never discloses how long it took him to make a sketch he was satisfied with, how many rubbed-out sketches decorated his books, or how many pieces of paper were thrown away in the process. He tries to read books and he tries to listen to music, but he learns he cannot. There is a heaviness in his limbs he cannot erase, he reads the wiki summaries, makes annotations, remembers their smile and continues working into the night. He tries to force interest but he cannot because he is in love with an ideal.

And it makes him hollow and so miserable; he wants to love, he wants to prove he isn’t completely rotten. He knows these people deserve something genuine, something that is warm and pure. They’re all so astounding he knows they will find people that are competent and aren’t compliant to the voices in their heads. But he hopes they remember the stepping stone that is him.

So he is enamoured by another, and envy turns into awe, in his mission to become a loving human being he chases those he idealises and he realises he is a bad person. He will give whatever they ask, aside from himself. Those pieces of his heart stay safely tucked in the crumbled tear-stained tissues of the past.

He will not hand over any part of himself but he vows to service his s/o for whatever they need.

He says he stopped smoking, so he buys a new cologne to cover the scent of smoke, they don’t like his glasses, he gets bruises from the walls he didn’t see that week, and they wish he took more care of himself, he tells them about how he’s started doing these self - help guides, he spends more hours deciphering his ceilings.

He lies, he is this bigger than life’s presence. He needs to be everything they need lest they leave.

He is too overbearing, so he stops looking for love.

All he needs is being wanted, being needed, he doesn’t care if the touches make him nauseous, if he prays to his God, begging weeping till his voice is sore to fix him.

If he can change himself just right. If he can find the combination that works. He too can be loved.

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I know I haven't really posted much oc content

(@ofstormsandsaints dw babes I'm working on it ❣️)

But one thing about my ocs is that they're broke, these bitches are so distant from capitalism they have never really truly experienced luxury. Mfs worked for that shit.

Sarfaraz out here lives for eat the rich after he ran out of grocery money so his diet for the next two weeks was water, protein bars and gummy bears. This man was willing to start an only fans to flex his titties for cash. The only reason he didn't is because he is a grandpa at soul and doesn't understand technology so he couldn't film anything.

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Sai'rish and Beatrix being asked at their individual homes what they've been up to at their boarding school over this year.

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Sarfaraz and Sai'rish watching me from the corner of the room whilst I try to explain how one of their stories is rivals to fuck buddies to friends to lovers to exes to lovers, whilst the other is just not thought of, but there's an outline

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my ocs

both

- intro

- moodboard

- character types in soldier, poet and king

- mbti

- would they change for love?

Sai'rish

-lookbook

Sarfaraz

- picrews

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He'd be no match against Sai'rish. She would obliterate him

If Beatrix were still alive Ruki would have the biggest fattest lamest crush on her-

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