#zaphire

[happyelisha]

Jonathan Cuthbert, Zaphire, Jennifer Marlin and Elisha Cuthbert, New Year's Eve, January First, 2024.

[poh4k03e]

[whumplump]

Content: vampire whump; unsuccessful suicide attempt; sunburn; aggression; blood; biting; swear words.

Word count: 1.5k words

The Angel King, chapter 1

Siege hesitated. He looked back at his brother's face. He looked ahead, at the door. He shot across the wooden floor until he left the house. His bare feet touched the grassy ground, damp with dew. He ran. He crossed the clearing until he reached the open plain. He couldn't hear the angry screams of his younger brother, who was trying to catch up with him right behind. He just wanted to escape. He didn't want to be a vampire. He was afraid of blood. One day, he hurt his face with his father's razor blade and fainted when he saw the blood running down his chin in the mirror. His older brothers made fun of him. The other day, they took him to the animal slaughterhouse to see the work. Siege was a child at the time. He cried, screamed, begged for his mother. He was booed, humiliated, like the fearful man he felt. He wanted to escape those memories. He was afraid of everything. Of the cold, the heat, the dark, the blood. How would he survive being a creature with a cold body, an unmoving heart, that only walks at night and feeds on blood? He preferred death. That's why he was running.

On the plain, he walked a long distance and fell to his knees on the grass. He saw the sun rise over the horizon. The star-king appeared, releasing its powerful rays across the entire plain. The sunlight soon reached Siege, who screamed in agony, feeling his skin burn and peel with condemnation. At that moment, Zaphir caught up with him. He pulled him by the arms, trying to get his brother to get up so they could run away, but Siege resisted. They both screamed in pain from the burns. Zaphir dragged his brother by force, desperate. If they didn't get out of the light now, they would die.

Siege, against his will, relented. Something in his instinct, which was now growing compulsively, told him to get out of there. And quick. It was greater than his desire to die. He got up and ran with Zaphir back into the house.

Zaphir slammed the door. The two brothers collapsed on the floor, covered in burns. A smell of burning flesh hung in the air. Siege curled up on the floor and broke down in tears.

Zaphir staggered to his feet and walked to a basin of water. He placed his arms in the water, feeling the painful sting of the wounds. He screamed in pain. He grabbed a handful of water and rubbed it on the side of his face that was burned. With care, the pain went away. The dead, burned skin detached from the rest of the body like shavings of coal, which turned into smoke as they fell useless into the water.

After he finished, Zaphir poured the water from the basin over his brother's shaking body. Siege coughed, choked and surprised. He felt the same pain as Zaphir: that of dead skin giving way to new cells. Zaphir roughly released the empty basin, letting it crash to the floor. Siege didn't get up, even when the pain was gone. He was still processing his new condition, imposed from now on.

“Do you think about what was proposed to you, brother?”

Siege glared at Zaphir over his shoulder. He continued crying. Zaphir knelt on the floor and hugged his brother.

“Tomorrow, I'll take you to see the city. You are confused now, but you will see our power. And you will love it.”

Siege woke up to a thump on the bed. Looking out the window, he realized it was night. Zaphir was kneeling beside him. They were both better dressed, no longer wearing the burnt clothes they had before. Now their bodies were covered in hazelnut-colored flannel fabrics.

"Did I sleep all day?" Siege asked.

"Yes. Me too. The necessary sleep. Now, get up and get ready."

"Where will we go?"

"To the capital, damn it. I told you I'd show you the city. Let's go."

"What do you want there?"

Zaphir didn't respond. He walked to a small mirror and stopped.

“First, come here," he called.

Siege got up and stood next to his brother in front of the mirror. He shook his head in disbelief. He knew that he himself was staring at the glass and that Zaphir was at his side. In the reflection, however, there was no one. No one. He was saddened.

Zaphir turned to his brother and looked at him proudly with a wide smile on his face. Siege didn't look back at him. Zaphir patted his brother on the back twice and left the mirror. He ran his hand through his long, straight brown hair, putting it back. He opened the door for his brother and waited for Siege to come through the opening, then left shortly after.

The capital is more populated at night than during the day. Torches on tall stone posts hold lights for the festivities. Music, dance, food. Cheerful gentlemen dance with perfumed ladies. Ownerless dogs are fed by charitable people.

Much joy. Little did those people know the danger posed by two ordinary-looking men, apparently peasants. Soon, the capital would be empty at night.

Siege watched the streets in fascination. Like his other five older brothers, he was born in the countryside, in the village. His parents were traveling when his mother was pregnant with her seventh and last child, Zaphir. His parents went to collect the rest of their children while the youngest boy was raised in the capital for a few years. Zaphir remembers a few things, mainly how pretty the fire lights on the ornate pillars were. He always wanted to share his fascination with the brother he was closest to, Siege.

Zaphir pointed to the decorations in the taverns, stalls and shops with his other arm around Siege's shoulders. The older brother looked happy. They stopped at a tavern and bought meat skewers and beers. They should take advantage while they can still consume human food, before the emptiness of their stomachs can be filled only with blood. They ate while talking, remembering moments with their family. They were alone in the world now, just the two of them, but they weren't sad.

“Hey!” A large, strong man grabbed Siege and Zaphir by the arms. “I already said that I don't want hillbillies in my bar!”

“Hillbillies?!” Zaphir replied, irritated. As answer, the man pulled the two brothers upwards, forcing them to stand up.

“Get out!”

Zaphir was becoming increasingly irritated by the tall man's attitude.

“Stop now, and I'll let you live…”

“Let's go, Zaph” hurried Siege, in a pleading tone.

Before Zaphir could protest, the bar owner grabbed the two peasants and roughly pushed them, until they were thrown out of the tavern. Zaphir grunted in annoyance.

“Leave it alone”, Siege suggested.

“No fucking way! He won't do it again.”

Siege saw Zaphir turn into shadow and walk with heavy steps towards the back of the tavern. He didn't follow, as he had managed to keep his meat skewer in his hand and wanted to finish eating. He sat on the floor and took generous bites of the meat.

After finishing, he reflected. What would his life be like from now on? Fear returned to his mind. He was also a little angry with the rude man from before, but he was afraid to act out. Unlike Zaphir, who was fearless and didn't take shit home.

Zaphir.

Siege stopped at the opening of the side hallway that led to the back of the bar. The darkness made that passage uninviting.

“Zaph?”

For a moment, no one responded. Suddenly, Siege got startled by the loud noise of something heavy falling to the ground. He started to shake.

“...Zaph?”

"I'm here”, the vampire's voice called.

Slowly, Siege crossed the alley until he reached the back. Zaphir was there, prostrate over the dead body of the bar owner. Siege put his hand over his mouth to keep from screaming. Zaphir lifted his face from the dead man's jugular, his bloody mouth and vampiric fangs bared. He walked up to Siege who, in shock, had no time to react.

Within seconds, Zaphir had forced Siege to kneel and was insistently pushing his brother's head towards the corpse's neck, which was displaying fresh blood.

“N-No! I don't want to! Stop! P-Please, no!”

The tip of Siege's nose touched the pool of blood on the floor. The sweet, tempting scent of blood filled the vampire's nostrils until it made him dizzy. He stopped screaming, but he was still stiff.

“Drink it. Drink or you will die. I know you want this”, Zaphir persuaded.

Siege stared at the blood on the floor and at the dead man's mangled neck with wide eyes. Yes, that's what he wanted. He had just eaten, but he still felt hungry. It was what he needed. The blood. Blood. Blood.

He pushed Zaphir back and sank his head into the bloody jugular, feasting on the precious, invigorating liquid.

Zaphir wiped his mouth with his sleeve and watched Siege feed, satisfied.

[tenander]

Doing the Which of your OCs... asks for my homemade blorbos. Part 1: Question 1 - 13. (If you want to know more about these guys, check out their tags on my blog!)

has the best hair? As a certified impossibly-pretty-hair-enjoyer, that's a difficult pick. I'm gonna say Corzian, whose hair is ridiculously long, wavy and looks perfect all times even though he spent his entire youth sick in bed and now adventures daily with little to no time spent on its care. Elven privilege.

uses/would use the most products? Definitely Crim, he enjoys the ritual of pampering his own body and will happily take an hour to indulgently and thoroughly apply oils and creams and powders.

frustrates you the most? Zaphir, hands down. He is emotionally stunted, in a permanent state of paranoia and old enough to be very stubborn about his beliefs, and I want his story to be about finding inner peace and comfort and genuine companionship... but his story is the story of BG3, which is not conductive to overcoming trust issues. Hhhhhhhh....

makes you smile the most? ALL MY BLORBOS MAKE ME SMILE A LOT But Solstice's overflowing love and kindness is kind of infectuous, and sometimes he is also just really really funny in the most wholesome ways.

is the happiest? I think that'd be Qursa, now that he's reunited with his brother. He is with his family and they're doing good for the galaxy, that's all he ever wanted.

is the saddest? *slaps Crim* this bad boy can fit so much grief in him. He lost everyone he ever loved, as well as himself, and has to worry about losing more every single day. (He'll get better eventually.) I also have a yet unnamed guy percolating in my skull-raisin who is hella unhappy.

is/would be the first to die in a Horror scenario? Yukiro. He's a good fighter and a good sneak, but he is also in bad health and is the kind of man who would tell his team to "Go, I'll hold them off".

has been with you the longest? Making OCs permeates my life, so it's a bit hard to tell sometimes, but I think if we assume AU versions of an OC to still be the same character, then the OC I have had the longest and who has gotten new thoughts added within this year is Meredith, my Saints Row Boss. OG Meredith is basically retired (in a satisfying way), but there is a New Saints Row version of him.

is your newest? Fully existing, that would be my SWTOR Inquisitor, Ru'lonn, who will drag the empire into a new age of alien power even if he has to do it at forcelightningpoint. Still in larval form is unnamed guy, who achieved immortality in the worst possible way.

has the best butt? According to reliable and professional sources, Zaphir. He has been a Monk all his life, he could probably kill a man with his buttcheeks.

is/would be the most likely to get caught committing a crime? Novel would a) absolutely commit a crime for the sake of his townspeople or his temple and b) be really bad at it and get himself caught immediately.

likes/would like animals the most? It's a toss-up between Novel, the Ranger who was saved as a baby by ravens and is never without his own bird friends and loves all of nature, and (surprise) Qursa, who discovered that he is an exceptional healer because he can feel the pain of other living beings by noticing and healing injured animals as a youngling, and who still deeply cares for them now (except certain bugs, bugs are freaky).

can/could cook the best? I have had to realise that nearly all of my OCs have cooking skills ranging from "eh" to "oh god please no". In the context of this unfortunate trend, only Yukiro stands out as someone who can make a decent meal from nearly any ingredient he has available at the time, and makes amazing inarizushi.

[cybernatedbeholder]

;;h<-oly . . .

\/WHHATTHEFUCKWHHATTHEFUCKWHHATTHEFU- \/

<<-HOW THE FUCK DID HE???-->>

Hai-E>!

[cronicasdeunafashionista]

[lesdeuxmuses]

Oktalogue - Zaphire Oktalogue (Nasoni Records, 2008)

[akela-oc]

Што-то, што так и останется скетчами

[pemebi]

▶▶▶ Gem!Shinichi Au I had this idea in my mind for some time, I really don't like how it came out but at least is out of my brain. Things to remember This has Steven Universe logic but not Steven Universe characters This means: ▸Shinichi was trapped in a mirror. ▸Gem!Shinichi is a Zaphire that has future vision, but their future vision is only related to death, he is useless to gem society (Gems rarely die), and humans think he is cursed. ▸Kaito Stole a Zaphire because the black org wanted it first ▸Kaito learned that there is an Alien race of Gem People thanks to Shinichi ▸Shinichi can't return to their gem form at will, he is the only gem that Kaito Kid hasn't returned yet. ❥ Google translator is our loyal friend

S: …I can help you, you know? K: I pass S: You didn't even consider it

K: And how are you supposed to help me? The only thing I need is Pandora's location! S: Are you sure about that? S: I can make Kaito Kid and Kuroba Kaito co-exist convincingly!

K: I'm not interested. It's very suspicious that you want to help. S: Hey?! Suspicious? What do you think I want to do?

K: I know your type, Detectives. They wouldn't help a criminal unless they gained something. So tell me, detective, what are you hiding from me? What do you gain by helping me this time?

S: I don't win anything… Honestly, I'm trying to do you a favor.

…And when I'm direct with my predictions… They never take it well… but I guess it's better to be direct.

S: Your enemies suspect your identity If they don't see Kuroba Kaito and Kaito Kid at the same time… They will send you a message with the death of this girl… Kuroba Kaito is the only one who can avoid this misfortune.

---- In other words, if Kaito isn't near Aoko in the next Heist, she is dead. If the Heist is cancelled isn't going to change the scenario But if they confuse the organization by convincing them that Kaito isn't Kid, Aoko is saved, horray! If you don't know anything about Steven Universe, Gems can transform into anything they wish (The real body is the gem, the rest is like a solid projection with light) So, that's why he can take Kaito Kid and Aoko appearance. I wanted to change a bit Shinichi Gem uniform, but I don't have anything final, lol

I doodled this Shinichi, I like their smile idk, I feel like I work better with comedy but I like the dramatic ideas too

[bieriestsk]

Zaphir/Зафир

[rivercaliboy2-mrlalive3]

Zaphir is beautiful

[littlelightfish]

My DnD character pokemon team!!

First, this is him. Joel, a Protective Aasimar, paladin of the crown. I do have drawings of him, just not on Tumblr, so Animal Crossing version of him it is. A cinnamon roll that could actually kill you but won't.

Sirfecht. He's just perfect for the role. He's a paladin! They are great friends. The pokedex entry had nothing to do with his selection, unfortunately.

Ferropaladin. Do I need to explain it? It could also be a Gallade, but this has literally paladin written on his name. By looks alone, his pokemon entry is quite empty of interesting data.

Salamance. First, dragon, second, he wished so hard for wings that he got some! I liked his pokemon entry and Joel would love him so much.

Ruby & Sapphire entries:

"Salamence came about as a result of a strong, long-held dream of growing wings. It is said that this powerful desire triggered a sudden mutation in this Pokémon's cells, causing it to sprout its magnificent wings.

By evolving into Salamence, this Pokémon finally realizes its long-held dream of growing wings. To express its joy, it flies and wheels all over the sky while spouting flames from its mouth."

Togetic. His entry is just. Yes.

Omega rubby & Alpha Zaphire:

"Togetic is said to be a Pokémon that brings good fortune. When the Pokémon spots someone who is pure of heart, it is said to appear and share its happiness with that person".

Legends Arceus:

"No records exist of Togetic being seen in the wilds. Rumors abound that it evolves under the loving care of a trusted human companion, upon whom the Pokémon then bestows great joy".

Joel would 100% have one of this.

Whatever the fuck Sigilyph is? I love it.

"The guardians of an ancient city, they always fly the same route while keeping watch for invaders".

Eternal guardians? I love that. Joel is a guardian. Not an eternal one but still.

Aegislash. Sword AND shield? He's just like my boy here! The pokedex entries of him in Sword are the ones that matches both him and my protective paladin.

"Shield Forme: In this defensive stance, Aegislash uses its steel body and a force field of spectral power to reduce the damage of any attack.

Sword Forme: This stance is dedicated to offense. It can cleave any opponent with the strength and weight of its steel blade".

This guys are just silly. The Falinks. He would have them in his team because he would fall in love with the little things and they would fall for him too. They so friends. Also I just love this sillies in general, they're so funny.

Chesnaught is so Joel-coded

"Scarlet : When its allies are in trouble, Chesnaught creates a shield with its arms and uses its own body to block attacks.

Violet: Its gentle disposition would have it avoid conflict, but it gives opponents a thrashing with its thorned fists when the situation calls for it".

Joel is a human shield, and this guys is basically a human shield too! They're the same picture.

I love Bastiodon and Joel does too. He must admire them so much. Like. They use their faces as shields?!?#, wtf that's sick please be part of my team ill cover your back and offer my shield to help you protect the babies.

"Diamond: Any frontal attack is repulsed. It is a docile Pokémon that feeds on grass and berries

Pearl: When attacked, they form a wall with their shieldlike faces to protect their young".

Thanks for reading all this if you did, I am madly in live with my DnD babies. I know for sure that they don't have pokemon but dreaming is free as they say. And I also know they're more than 6 but shh, he has rights to have more than 6 (I couldn't decide).

He would love all pokemon, but, you know, this resonate the most with him and would also accept being on his team because they share something. Be it ideals, be it wings, be it modus operandi. I love them. I might do more about this pokemon×DnD crossovers later for my other OCs.

[chiiimchar]

guuuuys do any one of you have a 3ds copy of pkm zaphire/ruby/x/y and an eevee??? i promise to cherish it and keep it on my team if u give it to me :(♥️

[whumplump]

The Angel King — one-shot #2

Another little side story. Not related to the events of the main story.

Zaphir ripped another ribbon out of his hair. His scalp ached bitterly with every pull. He grunted nervously with each new ribbon he noticed stuck in his hair and took it off in disgust, only to then discard it. Siege watched him from the sofa, with a bowl of grapes in his hand, he seemed to be enjoying his brother's stress. It was good for Zaphir to taste a bit of his own medicine from time to time.

"Damn Carnival, where was I in my head when I decided to go to this festival?" Zaphir muttered irritably.

"You were the one who wanted to go," Siege said and popped a grape in his mouth.

“Yes, I wanted to!”

A few hours ago, the vampire thought it would be a good idea to give the new festival a try. There, he would be able to observe human behavior and develop new hunting tactics. Clearly regretted it. The opening ceremony of the carnival began at nightfall, and he and his brother Siege spent the entire night in the capital, enjoying the party. Siege, actually, not so much. He didn't like places with a lot of people. Zaphir was excited, but he gradually lost interest with the wind that whipped through the deepest night, messing up all his hair and making those dozens of stupid colored ribbons get stuck between his long light brown strands. He was irritated at having to spend the rest of the night morning fixing his hair, when he could have been consuming human blood for dinner.

The task was exceptionally difficult, as there was no way to look in a mirror to check progress. He turned to Siege, visibly tired of the repetitive work.

"Have they all gone?”

The older vampire made sure to take his time eating more grapes, just to irritate his younger brother, before responding.

"There are still several”, he answered.

Zaphir snorted and kicked the leg of the nearby table. He ran his hands through his hair nervously, duly messing it up.

"I don't know what to do with my hair anymore. I don't want to cut it, I like it long. But I don't know how to style it. My bangs are a disaster!"

"Scrape it all down and start from scratch," Siege suggested and received a slap on the shoulder. Even so, he laughed, he couldn't miss the chance to tease his brother when he was asked for advice. It was funny to see Zaphir's confidence shaken.

He heard Zaphir mutter an insult and leave, closing the house properly for the arrival of dawn. He remained sitting on the sofa, enjoying the grapes, but was ready to help when Zaphir called out to him, very displeased.

[tenander]

Decided to do this NSFW questionnaire for my four current main Tavs.

Since it's massive, I gotta do it in four (!) parts.

Part 1

What is your Tav’s sexuality/orientation preference? Crim is exclusively attracted to men. He is not put off by people of other genders in a sexual context, but there is zero attraction. Solstice can find anyone attractive, but he prefers men to be with in any meaningful way. Zaphir can't think of anything less important than gender or parts, but he has had his better experiences with men and prefers them.

What are their biggest ‘NOs’ they will never consider doing during sex? Crim: ravishment or any other activity that combines sex with coercive aggression Solstice: being 'mean' aka humiliation, degradation, punishments, whether through words or actions, even if it's just pretending Zaphir: used to not have any specific ones, but due to recent developments, mind control, whether real or pretend, is now a hard no.

Are they a Top/Bottom/Switch? Crim: Tops from the Bottom by telling you exactly what he wants you to do to him and you're gonna like it Solstice: Complete Service Top, there is nothing better than doing your favourite things that will make you lose it for you Zaphir: A Switch in the sense that he doesn't care about his position as long as he gets off

Favorite Position? Crim: All of them, but being horizontal is nearly always better than vertical. Solstice: Anything that has him being able to see his partner's face is chef's kiss. Zaphir: He likes riding a guy a lot.

Do they prefer giving or receiving? Crim: Receiving, hands down. Solstice: Giving, hands down. Zaphir: Receiving, it's just more practical and easy.

Tits or Ass? Crim: Tits are great, he likes to put his face in. Solstice: Okay, if he were forced at gunpoint to NOT say face or mouth… ass is fine. Zaphir: He quite appreciates a nice tight ass. Novel: He likes a nice tiddy alright.

How experienced is your Tav? Crim: So-so… he has tried a lot of things at least once in the span of about a year. He knows what he wants, but he doesn't know much about the variety that comes with varied partners. Solstice is at once more and less experienced than he has any right to be… he has done everything you can think of (and probably a few things you can't) at least once, he has had the time to explore many of them very thoroughly, and he has put a lot of thought and care into it all. … but all of it with one person, over a century ago. Zaphir: Pretty experienced, he has had countless partners, paid and not. Novel: He has barely done anything at all yet that's why he isn't in most of these answers =B

Do they have any traumas around sex? Crim: Not at all, at least as far as he knows. Solstice: He's had some minor mishaps in the past due to his physical strength that have left him a little overly-cautious in the present, but nothing bad enough to call trauma. Zaphir: No, but he is basically living with ongoing trauma that does heavily colour his sex life as well.

Do they have any taboo kinks? Crim: Nope, his most daring kink is Halsin's shapeshifting. Solstice: No, he's honestly quite tame as far as kinks go. Zaphir: He doesn't have time for kinks in the first place.

Would they want a polyamorous relationship? Crim: You better believe he does, he's in one. Solstice: I can't just do the PotC quote again… Zaphir: He got jumpscared by the 'amorous relationship' part and roundhouse-kicked it. Novel: He thinks that sounds fun to try out.

How do they feel about voyeurism? And would they do it? Crim: He doesn't really get much out of doing it, but being the subject of it is pretty hot. Solstice: Loves to watch, and doesn't mind being watched. Zaphir: Why the hell would he watch someone else fuck, who the hell would want to watch him fuck. Novel: Sounds exciting!

How big is your Tav’s sex drive? Crim: Yes. Solstice: God yes. Zaphir: Bigger than he'd like to be. Novel: He's starting to get a lil pent up, to be really honest…

How many rounds can they last? Crim: Yes. Solstice: However many his partner wants, he's a healer, he can make it work. Zaphir: Generally one or two… not for lack of stamina but because he gets antsy after a while Novel: Let's be real, probably one for now.

[colorsofmars]

I hide inside a zaphire building while

my city is fighting against toxic smoke,

while my mind is in a crisis,

while my summer feels like a rainy day,

while my prescription is unfinished.

But what is madness if it comes

from the root of an exhausted heart.

Every now and then I think about you

and how you doing

especially in rush hour,

I wonder if you whispered my name into oblivion.

This loneliness feels really different,

I begin to practice meditations

and breathing

yes,

even with all the smoke

I feel I can carry on.