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[PT: Kaeya Alberich (Genshin Impact) ID Pack].

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Names

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Aedric, Aelith, Aerin, Altharion, Askaris, Auren, Avalis, Brise, Caelira, Daeren, Darion, Ellory, Elrik, Elyas, Eryndor, Faelith, Freyris, Galen, Halvar, Idris, Illyra, Kaevra, Kairen, Lioran, Lorynne, Lynx, Lysander, Mavric, Myrill, Naerith, Niviel, Orendil, Orlen, Raithen, Rhalina, Rhyker, Rime, Serille, Sylas, Sylven, Talyon, Talyth, Thalira, Vaelith, Valcris, Varin, Xalith, Xavien

Pronouns

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Cha / Char / Charm, Chi / Chill / Chills, Cool / Cools / Cools, Cryo / Cryos / Cryos, Ey / Eye / Eyes, Fra / Frost / Fros, I / Ice / Ices, Kni / Knight / Knights, Mi / Myth / Myths, Mys / Myst / Mysts [Mystery], Pe / Peac / Ock [Peacock], Se / Secr / Secrs [Secret], Sly / Slys / Slys, Spy / Spies / Spies, Sta / Star / Stars, Swo / Swor / Sword, Tea / Tease / Teases, Wine / Wines / Wines

Titles

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A Survivor of Khaenri’ah’s Tragedy, A Trickster With a Cryo Touch, The Knight Who Wears Frost as a Cloak, The Last Star of Khaenri’ah, The One Who Hides Truth in Shadows, [Pronoun] Who Carries a Heavy Burden, [Pronoun] Who Fights With Icy Grace, [Pronoun] Who Wears Loyalty Like a Mask, [Pronoun] Whose Secrets Are as Frozen as [Pronouns] Heart

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What are your Ocs favorite foods?

pulling all of this out my ASS *cracks knuckles*

Charlotte: Cheesecake Sylvia: Steak Poprocks: Milkshakes with like a lot of toppings Zephr: She's a fruit girlie Kyo: She doesn't eat cuz she's a mirror clone but the real Kyo probably likes something simple but also a pastry Echi: Pastries also but she likes frosting more than Kyo does did Sylas: I don't think he likes food Fable: Cakes but when their REALLY tall and extra Yari: Erm... Idk? Meat of some kind definitely Tua: People Diana: Also really extra cakes (like mother like daughter truly)

Cicada: Would like 'kid' food. Chicken nuggets, fruit roll-ups. Small things he can just grab (me fr) Disco: He likes to cook sometimes, so he's more of a meal guy. I don't imagine him having a favorite though?

Gabriel: Rice crispy treats Micah: idk trail mix?? Ada: She doesn't need to eat

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Sylas frost ask) had any weird parties you had to make before?

Miss Pie: Hm. Well there was this one strange party...We never met the client face to face, they always sent their butler who only referred to them as "The Master". And they had so many weird specifications, like the fork had to be no more than 1 inch away from the spoon, every guest must take off their shoes in the party room, but put them back on before going to any other room of the mansion. That kind of thing. I still wonder about them, honestly...

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How different OCs of mine would smell:

Sunshine:

Marcy: Old books and lamp oil (sometimes fire)

Calandra: Hay and wood

Sable: Vanilla

Falin: Cherry

Warren: fish and pond water

Mary: Rock, grapes and the natural musk rodents have (iykyk)

Fantastic:

Alestair: Soap and roses

Mara: Apple Cinnamon

Idan: Marshmallows and Cinnamon

Fae: Lavender

Azaen: Roses (from Alestair)

Villssa: Vanilla frosting

Fritz: floral scents

Jer: Clean and floral (sometimes cinnamon) (also not my oc but bleh)

A Small Ray:

Flick: Cherry blossom perfume

Millie: Leaves

Eber: How a warm light bulb smells (magic)

Nick: Like how birds smell (iykyk)

Huxley: Seaweed

Light of the Faceless:

Bea: Dirt and Mushrooms

Chez: Alcohol and soap

Miss Shika: Salt water

Fria: metal

Arcadia:

Seth: Pine

Lia: Flowers

Giles: Ginger root

Amata: Mushrooms and Magic

Tomo: Grass and magic

Velvet: Bubblegum

Eva: Pomegranate

Alder: Metal and Pomegranate

Elna: Rice

Awaken Tranquil Rudor:

Myrtle: Strawberries

Sylas: Leather

Nym: Plants, leaves, berries, so on

Pokey: Hay

AHIT:

Wolfie: Dirt

Nicole: Floral and strawberries

Marilyn: Some expensive perfume (her brand)

Kash: Cigars and money

Lillian: Citrus

Goat Cheese: well, goat cheese lol. Also dirt (according to Wolfie as he's imaginary)

Linn: fruit punch

Ferry Lady: Depends on location, matches the environment

Seals: wet washcloths and soaps

[thetantiger]

Phantom Pains

Word count: 1,879

Characters: James (he/him), Tiao (he/him), Randolph (he/him), Tree (he/they)

Neither of the Heisenberg brothers are having a very good time right about now.

James stepped through the door to the Binan Brew & Stew in Kun-Lai. He felt terrible. He felt conflicted. He felt awful. Today might’ve been one of the worst days ever. He moved his neck around a little, feeling the jagged, ice-sealed scar along the circumference of his throat where a mind-controlled Andro Ebonsworn forcefully ripped his head from his shoulders, concealed behind his spiked choker.

He grit his teeth. He’d begged the man not to pursue that power. He could only hope he’d keep his promise now. Sebastian was right-- he did look up to Andro. Whether he was subconsciously a father to him or not his hesitancy to the idea certainly demoted him to maybe an older brother at this point. But James was angry nonetheless, and wasn’t quite sure yet if he should just give up on him entirely.

His mind went back to his talk with Sebastian. He acknowledged the pain it must’ve brought the man, to be told his son, Sylas, was dead. But for James to potentially fill that role? He wasn’t sure about that, either.

The sound of abrupt barking cut off his thoughts.

“James! There you are,” Puli called from across the inn, his voice sounding relieved. Samwise barreled into James’s legs excitedly without waiting for a response, almost knocking the Knight on his ass.

James stumbled, and withheld his laugh. His voice was different now. Probably irreversibly so. He wasn’t sure how the others would feel about it.

“James, baby!” Tiao whirled around from behind the bar, carrying a stack of cups, a big grin on his face as always. “Welcome home! How are you? Did the showdown go okay?”

He didn’t know where to start. He opened his mouth, straining his throat to try to find something to say. “...Well, for starters, my voice is-”

Tiao promptly tripped over himself and dropped all eight cups in his hands.

James coughed into his fist and looked at the floor. He knew how he sounded; he could hear it himself. Cacil mentioned that he sounded like he smoked twenty packs a day. His voice was impossibly deep now, with a slight scratchiness to it. He could feel icy spikes in the pit of his esophagus poking at him. Such was the consequence of having your head glued to your body with frost, he supposed. “My voice is.. fucked.”

“What happened, lad?” Bruuk, who was chilling on a barstool--it seemed like it was slow at the inn today--hopped off his seat and marched towards James, looking concerned.

“Andro was.. mind controlled by the Lich we were facing,” he stated, choosing not to go into the details of how that happened and how he felt about it. “He tore my head off of my body, but Frost was able to reattach it. I died briefly, and so did Andro. It’s a miracle the both of us didn’t have anything happen to our brains, lest I wouldn’t be here.”

A silence fell over the inn. Puli, Bruuk and Tiao all seemed much more concerned about him than they were about a minute ago. Tiao glanced downwards, presumably at a mound of broken glass, and then looked at Puli, who gave him a small nod as the monk stepped around the bar and made his way towards James. “You-.. we almost lost you?” Tiao asked, his voice small.

James nodded, shutting his eyes for a moment. “Yes. …And that is why I am not fighting anymore.”

Bruuk cocked his head. “I thought yew death knights weren’t able te’ leave the Blade?”

“You’re right. We’re not,” James replied. “But Andro is starting a new fleet of his own. He took his old master’s place, as sort of an off-shoot of the Blade. We’ll technically be under his jurisdiction, but he’s granted us the opportunity to quit fighting if we wanted to.” He sort of glanced around, feeling the ice in him begin to spike. “...And I realized I just- I just can’t do it anymore. I’m not tired, I’m-- I’m young enough to not be slowing down. But I can’t keep putting myself on the line like that. Not for something that dangerous, that often.” He looked back up at Tiao. “...I can’t stand the idea of leaving you alone. Of hurting you, or anybody else that cares about me. I’m over it. I’ve risked enough.”

Tiao searched him, his eyes sort of darting about the Knight before him as if scanning him for injuries. “...You don’t have to do that, James.”

“I know,” he sighed, meeting the Grandmaster’s eye. “But I want to.”

Silence hung in the air. Small, confident footsteps tapped along the hardwood floor as Bruuk walked up to James, said “Well, if you two are done gazin’ at each other longingly, good on you, man,” and then pat him on the knee and walked away. “Glad yer still with us, boy.”

“Boy?” James cocked his head.

“Dwarves can live for, like, two hundred years,” Tiao clarified. “He refuses to tell me how old he is though.”

“But Bruuk is right,” Puli interjected, sweeping up what he could of the glass on the floor. “It’s a miracle you aren’t permanently dead. You two should take some time alone, after all of this.”

Tiao seemed to protest. “But Puli-”

“The inn is slow today,” the pandaren interrupted. “Besides, I knew you wouldn’t have as much time to spare here when you became a Grandmaster. You’re alright, my friend. Go. Samwise has missed the both of you, anyway.”

Tiao looked at Puli for a moment, his expression a mixture between sadness and gratitude, and tipped his hat towards him. Then, he looked at Samwise, who was licking James’s palm incessantly.

“He’s grown so fast the past couple of months,” James remarked towards the dog. Tiao seemed to still be in a little bit of shock at the news. He sighed, pat Sam a few times on the head, and then wrapped his arms around Tiao tightly.

“...I’m sorry,” Tiao mumbled, his voice wavering a little as he returned the hug. “The idea of-”

“You don’t have to think about it anymore,” James replied. “I’m not fighting anymore. Not for the Blade, anyway. This will never happen again.” Over the past few weeks, between being on a work-intensive mission in the first place and Tiao getting captured, he’d rarely been able to embrace him like this. He relished it now, cherishing the unique warmth of life the Brewmaster radiated, letting it seep into his own icy aura and buzz in contrast against his cold.

Tiao nodded, and pulled away just enough to look at him. A fond smile crossed his face. “Alright, then. Let’s-.. Let’s go to the Monastery. Let’s get some rest.”

Samwise’s tail thumped against the ground in agreement.

---

Randolph groaned as he collapsed into the bed. Another long day. He was grateful for Timillus’s enthusiasm and readiness to make him a prosthetic, that was certain-- but the fact he even needed it in the first place was a heavy weight to carry with him.

“Hello, darling. How are you feeling?” Tree’s gentle voice appeared behind him and Randolph’s ear swiveled to catch the sound, feeling the weight of the bed shift as the druid crawled in next to him.

“Same old, same old,” Randolph replied vaguely, turning to look at them. “James called me today. Him and Tiao have been takin’ some time together these past few days, so that’s pretty good. Yama seriously needs to make this watch more user friendly though. Hard to tap to accept a call when you don’t have another hand.”

“That’s fair,” Tree said with a grin. “Maybe you should grow some antlers. Hit it with those.”

“Hah! And have to deal with them shedding every year, like you do?” Randolph snickered at them. “No way. All that blood’s a mess.”

“Painless, though,” they retorted. “Well, it’s good to hear how James is. But you know that’s not what I asked.”

Randolph grumbled, shifting a little bit. “Yeah, well, whatever.”

“Randolph, you and your brother are so alike and yet so unaware of it that it’s painful,” Tree began, sitting up to poke at the Bloodfang’s chest, half-playful, half-accusatory. “You always talk and are concerned about how everyone else is feeling and yet you neglect your own soul.”

“Eyyup,” Randolph replied nonchalantly with a sigh. “Runs in the family.”

“So I ask again,” Tree said, settling into the bed once more. “How are you feeling?”

“...Depressed,” Randolph blurted out. “It’s-.. It’s hard. It’s weird. I don’t like it. A part of me is missing, physically, and I can’t do a lot of the things I used to not even think about, and it’s annoying as hell.”

Tree nodded, listening intently. “Yeah. I promise that it gets easier, love.”

“I know, but-..” The rogue sighed again. “It’s certainly not easy right now.”

Quiet overtook the room. It wasn’t necessarily out of discomfort, per say, it’s just that sometimes, Tree took a little bit of time to respond. They typically articulate themselves very carefully, and don’t often say something they don’t mean or misspeak. They just like to put a lot of thought into it, and honestly, Randolph could appreciate that. Too much of his life was fast enough as is anyway.

And then, because of course it did, something else had to happen to fill the gap. Randolph suddenly lurched, feeling electric hot pain erupt up his arm from the end of his stump. “GAH- FUCK!”

“Randolph?” Tree sat up again, eyes wide with alarm. “What’s wrong?”

“I- I don’t know,” Randolph replied, beginning to panic. Another wave of unexplainable pain shot up his arm and he writhed, growling through gritted teeth. “Grr--RRAGH! Fuck- Gray warned me about this-”

“I’m sure sh-she has some painkillers-- and if not, maybe K-Kana,” Tree said whilst looking around wildly, their hackles standing on end. “I- I can go find them-”

“Please don’t,” Randolph called out, his voice shaky and strained. He reached out to them with his remaining arm, trying to pull Tree in. “I don’t know what’s-- nngh- happening, but p-please don’t go anywhere.”

Tree looked at him for a few agonizing seconds before bowing their head and wrapping their arms around him. Randolph sneered into their chest, trying desperately to stomach the pain. “Just-.. rrgh- don’t- don’t go anywhere, okay? Gray said-- RRARGH! --Gray said, it’s fine, it’ll pass, you just gotta-- nngh- wait it out- and, try and relax, or- or to keep it warm. Just please don’t go anywhere. Please.”

“Okay, okay,” Tree whispered gently, snuggling in closer to Randolph. “I won’t leave, I promise. I’ll st-stay right here.”

Randolph nodded gratefully. “Th-Thank you,” he mumbled, feeling almost nauseous. He nuzzled into Tree’s mane around their neck, trying to make a conscious attempt to breathe deeper. They smelled of fresh forest like always. It was a comfort, washing through his senses and soothing him. Distantly he wondered if Tree even knew what all their presence did for him. “S-.. sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Tree replied, their hand following the trace of Randolph’s spine up and down. “You’re okay. I’m here. I promise.”

The rogue nodded again, feeling tears prick at his eyes as another wave came on.

[noxianwilled]

keeping her emotions contained and under control would most definitely have been part of her training she always struggled with. at her core, katarina is very intense; she feels very strongly, be it positive or negative, and she definitely struggled not to let that become a weakness others might exploit.

i'm particularly fond of (even though with the comic this story might not be very... canonical anymore, i still think it's neat and in some aspects fitting) the description used in talon's color story, the name of the blade, in the part where they fight

We fought, or rather, she fought. She was a blur of red hair and flashing silver, her cuts and slashes propelled by pain, skill, and rage in equal measure. Anger twisted her features, keeping the wound I gave her from closing. I flowed around her, cold and colorless against her passion. Three times she came close to opening me to the bone, to emptying my lifeblood upon the frosted earth of the forest floor, but emotion betrayed the blows early enough for me to displace myself. The instinct was there, but she did not plan the engagement, and so I kept my blood within me.

it's part of the fundamental contrast between them. katarina is intense and passionate, talon 'cold and colorless'. at the point in time when this happens, even with the comic changing some things i think it's fitting this is how she was fighting — there are few other moments when she'd be as similarly fueled by emotion alone as right after her biggest failure, right when her brother is trying to kill her at her father's behest.

it took considerable self-discipline for her to overcome this, to not let herself act on emotion and not let it betray her intentions, but at her current point in canon, i'd say not only did she manage, she also learned to exploit that on others (it's what she tries to do in her fight with garen, bringing up lux and a potential relationship with sylas; it's what she does against her father, taunting him by lying and saying she got talon and handed him over to swain). i don't think she feels less intensely, but she manages to temper herself enough not to let it cloud her judgment - to shove it down while in a fight, for example, or to not let it show when someone else is provoking her.

it's not to say she doesn't slip sometimes. she would, in the right circumstances. but for the most part, she did learn to keep it under control. when she is acting on anger, though, she's most definitely vicious and deadly — talon could easily spot her mistakes and survive, but honestly anyone beneath their level wouldn't likely have left a confrontation like that alive.

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There wasn't a whole lot of room between the pair, moving between and beside each other to reach separate parts of the kitchen. Syla's larger stature making it just slightly more difficult. The viera squeezing past W'inny to reach something higher than she could. He certainly was at least a help in that aspect.

The pair had been working together as a team for the afternoon, baking a cake together. Even if W'inny had insisted she could manage it on her own, Syla insisted harder that he wanted to. He enjoyed making things with her, often finding himself learning something new. W'inny had been ever thankful for him, and Syla had made sure she knew he was enjoying herself. Even if it meant touching her back or hips each time he passed by her...He did so long to do that.

As the frosting was just finishing up, the miqo'te took it upon herself to get the easiest, mildest revenge on him. When he poked his head back towards her to inquire about the finishing touches, W'inny had "accidentally" smeared a bit of it along her fingers. And mouth as well. Clearly accidentally of course. The viera watched as she giggled gently, making sure he watching closely. She slowly, eagerly licked every bit from her fingers with an open mouth, removing the last bit from her lips with a satisfied hum...And simply turned to Syla with a smile, asking him to repeat himself.

Suddenly, Syla wasn't exactly focusing on baking anymore.

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Reeses Puffs, Lucky Charms, Frosted Flakes + one ask of ur choice for vax :]

Reeses Puffs: How do you prefer to spend down time? Any activities in particular you two enjoy?

I honestly like to watch tv!! mindless shit. I'm in school 40 hours a week, plus work, work I sadly dont have much energy for hobbies these days. I like to snuggle him during down time. I sometimes write too, but it's not a two person thing.

Lucky Charms: What weather does your f/o enjoy the most?

he really loves stormy weather! likes to sit and watch it or sometimes go stand in it. then he comes inside and looks like a sad wet dog and i wash his hair while telling him he should have taken an umbrella 

Frosted Flakes: Does your f/o prefer sweet, salty, savory, or sour things?

savory! but will gladly eat sweets since I prefer them

Cinnamon Toast Crunch: What are some cute little habits or details that you / your f/o notice about each other that you love?

honestly i always noticed the way he kinda fidgets with his daggers or presses against vex when he’s nervous. i think its really sweet. also not really habits but the way his voice and eyes are in the morning and his bedhead!! cutie adlkjf

vax: i dont know if i’d call it ‘cute’ but they slip into their Customer Service Voice whenever vex pisses them off. i know enough about their job to know it translates to ‘i wanna punch you so bad.’ besides that they always toy with the charm (of me!) on their necklace which is so cute. 

hey hey hey nina! hru doin? ik i answered two of these in one night so lmao ill ask u when i wake up tomorrow. i hope u sylas felix and percy had a good night!! 

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Cont. from here

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There was much for Lux to process after the assault. The war between her Demacian loyalty and magical pride had been a heavy one within her mind, ever since she met Sylas, but it had become worse when his resistance assailed the fort. There was something in the very air that told her he would be here, the way her frosted breath thickened before her eyes as those walls came crashing down--and then he was there, striding towards her while the world stilled long enough for them to make eye contact. Forget the meager weight of being a Crownguard with magic, the reality of seeing Sylas again caused her stomach to sink, as if filled up with lead.

So much to say, but too exhausted was she to know how to begin.

“Luxanna,” She corrects him with hushed fatigue, the weariness of the previous battle evident upon her smudged face and worn expression. It’s clear the nickname resonates within her in ways she isn’t comfortable with, not any longer. Rather, she refuses to acknowledge the accompanying feelings now. Not while things are as they are. With an exasperated exhale of her own, Lux shifts the bag hanging off her shoulder, the weight of its contents reminding her of why she came here. Each side had casualties and injured survivors, themselves included. Demacia had a plethora of supplies, far more than they had any business stockpiling. The Freljord was an unforgiving landscape, and she knew how much difference a properly dressed wound could make in such a treacherous domain of ice and snow.

“I...brought medical equipment. Please distribute it among your wounded. I hardly doubt they’d appreciate a Crownguard offering them these supplies directly, so...I leave it to your discretion.” She slips the bag free and holds it out before her, eyes of sapphire anywhere but on Sylas. Her heart is a mix bag of emotions, and if she’s honest, the dense haze of an oncoming depression is making it hard for her to see clearly. With the onset woe permeating her mind, words slip past her mouth before she realizes it. “I’m sorry if I caused any harm...but I wasn’t anticipating a skirmish of that magnitude either, I was only trying to defend and deter the assault and--” She pauses, swallowing hard at her own words. “It doesn’t matter...I should return before they notice I’ve left, though I’m sure they’d prefer it if I did, after I demonstrated my magic during that battle as recklessly as I had...”

[szarkais]

FIVE THINGS.

5 THINGS YOU’LL FIND ON HIS PERSON.

about 6k gold , mostly platinum pieces --  he keeps all of his money on him at all times .

spell components , some sulfur , a spell book gifted  to him by a fellow wizard & friend.

greater healing potion , he always keeps a few of this on hand .

rations , a basic rest kit .

a staff of frost , scarab of protection, other fun items.

5 THINGS YOU’LL FIND IN HIS ROOM.  

He’s always in a tavern , so whatever the tavern is offering -- is what youll find . Sylas is intricate & carries all of his belongings on him hidden at all times . 

5 THINGS THAT MAKE HIM HAPPY.

Food / ale , it is considered very comforting. 

companionship / friendship , hes very touch starved.

music , its calming to his mind & soul.

playful banter .

silence.

5 THINGS HE’S CURRENTLY INTERESTED IN.

The flute , its a fun past time during the long travels. 

Finding out more information about magic.

Blade singing / training. 

Spying .

Finding possible companionship 

5 THINGS THINGS ON HIS TO-DO LIST.

N/A - Saving his people is his biggest priority . 

[maxbegone]

Three sentence prompts: frosting!

The cake had to be absolutely perfect, flustered word-vomiting and fighting a still-not-fucking-dead Sylas Briarwood aside. The emotionality of the day was one thing (and Vax, gods Vax), but if the cake was even a hair off well, then Keyleth would be having words with the Marquet branch’s head baker. 

She looks around, and the second she’s sure no one is watching, she swipes a finger at frosting on the back of the cake: “Oh...Oh that’s fucking good.”

I HAD TO I MISS MY KIKI! 

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