#ziven

[midnightw4tch3r]

I wish kidnapping you was legal, why wouldn't I want to be able to love you and take care of you?

It's okay. You'll learn to love me back darling.

[pennecpox]

i dont even CARE ANYMORE. ROBLOX ART JUMPSCARE

[guywrestlingaddiction]

Double Team Triumph: Ryan Zivens v Matty & Zacky (wrestler4hire.com)

One of the unique things about wrestling is the double teamed, 2-on-1, unfairness of it all.  Now other sports may dabble in this but wrestling turns this on its head and completely ignores any of the rules of sportsmanship.  So in honor of all that I present to you - Ryan Zivens v Matty & Zacky (wrestler4hire.com) or when one triumphed over two. 

Ryan Zivens v Matty & Zacky (wrestler4hire.com)

SPOILER ALERT: I highly recommend viewing this match in its entirety before reading this post.

The Backstory

We find all 6'4" of muscled Ryan Zivens, tied up like a birthday present for Matty/Zacky.  It's not really explained how this happened, was there cheating or some magic wish involved? Who knows? But what is clear is that this happened through some sort of dirty trickery and not from a legit confrontation.  

Ryan: Get me out of here! Matty/Zacky: In time, we're going to play with you first... 

The Double Team

Right out of the gate, Matty and Zacky decide to unwrap their towering, 6 foot something "present", and have some fun with the man.  They ride that long slender body, use some headlocks, even pinching the poor guy's nipples.  These two clearly enjoy their work and delight in having control over the big stud. 

Ryan is pissed!

Matty: You really think you can wrestle 2 people at once? 

Ryan: Why don't you untie me and see what happens

The Triumph

Overly confident, our twink tormentors become a bit too comfortable in their play time and foolishly untie the man.  Wasting no time, in a second of rage, our heel overcomes his twink dominators and unleashes the beast. 

Ryan: Now it's my turn!

And that's how two is less than one. Matty and Zacky clearly got what they deserved from whatever witchcraft or funny business they used to subdue Ryan.  I'm sure they thought that an unfair fight with 2-on-1 would be enough to even the odds, Zacky even says as much at one point - but instead they are made to pay for this hubris and forced to suffer a brutal humiliation.  Matty and Zacky find out the hard way that even combined, they are still less of a wrester than our hulking heel, Ryan Zivens.  

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[danelloevee-sky]

EVERYONE BE QUIET it was Zivi’s birthday

Oc from @swanloyd

[kepesktribe]

"Greetings. Could I get you some hot coco?"

[human-souls-buy-dopamine]

HRHRHGGHM ....

Hrhrhghhhh [FOAMING AT THE MOUTH.]

FIRST ART on our NEW TABLET. lighting is my BEHATED........

"I'm not sure it's optimism so much as I try not to let things get to me, Ziven..."

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Yeah. New tablet.. our little goobers....... I would joke that they're the only heteros we tolerate, but. they're both queer and not attracted to eachother......... god had to nerf them or they'd kill eachother on accident if they were straight /j

Reblogs >>> likes! Reblogs are ALWAYS appreciated, and they're free.

(PS: don't repost anything. please. we haven't had it happen yet and we really don't want it to)

[ALTERNATE UNDER THE CUT...]

[ivemigrated]

(Wip of the lil guy)

[anarchythorn]

"our girlfriend is being objectum for you again" is a contender for one of the funniest quotes I've attributed to an OC

[justmoreocs-writing]

B A S I C S

Full name: Ziven Mikhailov.

Gender: Male.

Sexuality: Pansexual.

Pronouns: He/Him.

O T H E R S

Family: Ziven’s family used to live in a small village however he hasn���t seen them since he moved into the Little Palace; there is a strong possibility they’re dead. He considers his Grisha brethren his family now.

Birthplace: Shu Han.

Job: Soldier in the Second Army.

Phobias: Water; death; thunder.

Guilty pleasures: Cooking; interfering in Genya’s love life; dramatic readings of stories.

M O R A L S

Morality alignment?: Neutral good.

Sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath: Pride and wrath.

Virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice: Kindness and justice.

T H I S - O R - T H A T

Introvert/extrovert: Extrovert - there’s no hiding the fact Ziven loves people and being amongst them whenever possible.

Organised/disorganised: Disorganised - much to the irritation of a lot of people who know him.

Close minded/open-minded: Open-minded - though he can sometimes err on the side of close-minded against certain points of view.

Calm/anxious: Calm - very little seems to actually concern Ziven.

Disagreeable/agreeable: Agreeable - though he does have flashes of disagreeableness towards some things.

Cautious/reckless: Reckless - he leans more towards recklessness, however he is very cautious when it comes to his friends.

Patient/impatient: Impatient - Ziven isn’t very good at patience as he’s very much the kind of person who likes to constantly be doing something.

Outspoken/reserved: Outspoken - there’s no one who would consider him reserved.

Leader/follower: Follower - though he is beginning to show signs of being a leader if the need arises.

Empathetic/unemphatic: Empathetic - more often than not this is a curse to him because he feels too much.

Optimistic/pessimistic: Errs more on the pessimistic side - while most would consider him something of an optimist, Ziven is far more inclined to negative thinking.

Traditional/modern: Traditional - Ziven is still trying to move past years of tradition, and occasionally he finds a comfort in tradition that he has yet to find with modern things.

Hard-working/lazy: Hard-working - he’s a very driven man and does what he can to complete tasks.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

OTP: Uncertain.

OT3: Ziven, Genya and David.

BROTP: Ziven and Nikolai.

NOTP: Ziven and Kirigan.

[thatliminal-wanderer]

Poob (Regretevator) ID Pack

Requested by Anon

Names

Addison, Alaia, Alana, Alexandra, Alisa, Aliza, Allegra, Amory, Andi, Anit, Anushtan, Aven, Axie, Ayo, Bahaj, Barb, Bayram, Beatrice, Beatrix, Bec, Billie, Camron, Chagit, Chara, Charlie, Davy, Dawson, Dayo, Dechen, Devin, Edwin, Eid, Euroa, Fane, Farah, Festus, Gayla, Gil, Glenn, Harper, Helier, Ike, Ilaria, Isaac, Jalsa, Jashan, Jashn, Jashun, Jewel, Jocelyn, Jordan, Joy, Kaily, Kalea, Kayden, Keiko, Lettie, Lowen, Lowena, Makenna, Merry, Natesha, Onni, Parker, Parvesh, Peyton, Preeda, Radomir, Rene, Riley, Robin, Simcha, Sunny, Tate, Utsav, Ziven, Zorion, Ülo

Pronouns

balloon/balloons, birthday/birthdays, blox/bloxs, box/boxes, bright/brights, cake/cakes, candle/candles, candy/candys, cele/celebrate/celebrates, cheer/cheers, con/confetti/confettis, cup/cupcake/cupcakes, energy/energys, friend/friends, fun/funs, game/games, gift/gifts, glee/glees, horn/horns, hyper/hypers, laugh/laughs, noob/noobs, party/partys, pop/pops, silly/sillys, sugar/sugars, toy/toys, vibe/vibes, yellow/yellows, 🌈/🌈s, 🌟/🌟s, 🍬/🍬s, 🍭/🍭s, 🍰/🍰s, 🎁/🎁s, 🎂/🎂s, 🎆/🎆s, 🎇/🎇s, 🎈/🎈s, 🎉/🎉s, 🎊/🎊s, 💝/💝s, 🛍️/🛍️s, 🥳/🥳s, 🧁/🧁s, 🧩/🧩s, 🧸/🧸s

Titles

A Party Lover, A Party Noob With A Heart Of Gold, The Friend of All, The Friendly Face, The Fun Loving Noob, The Gift (Giver/Receiver), The Noob With A Partying Soul, The One Who Blows A Party Horn, The One With Yellow Skin and A Party Hat, The Party Goer, The Party Lover, The Yellow Hued Party Goer, [prn] Who Hosts Parties, [prn] Who Loves To Give Gifts, [prn] Who’s Birthday Is Everyday

Genders

Anticipabdayic, Birthdaycakewish, Birthdayic, Birthdayspike, Felifortic, Fungender, Goofygoobergender, Hapifriendix, Happygender, Happygoofycircusgender, Happysunshineic, Joyeuphoriac, Kidcoric, Noobgender, Nosaebire, Partygender, Phostalgial, Pizzapartyic, Raingookiddic, Sillymaxxed, Sillyshowkidcorian, Smilegender, Toygender, Whackygender

Other mogai

Alderjoy, Assigned Silly at Birth/ASaB, Funvior, Joyvesil, Panjoyide, Poob Perspesque, Regretevatorhearthic, Regretevator Perspesque, Robloxaldernic, Rocharicvior, Silly Omninoun, Sillystelic, Sillyvesil

[midnightw4tch3r]

Darling, am I a passing thought to you? Or am I a life line to you like you are for me?

[pennecpox]

This man is Adam's brother, who willingly left home early to join the ranks. (I think I might give another try at the armor but it was still fun to draw nonetheless)

[swanllyd]

What if you shared about your ocs 💃

Sorry for the sudden ask I’m just a bit curious

Hello! Sorry for very late reply I was quite busy. Thanks for the ask! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Ziven live in the area of Windpath - Hidden Forest where they used to work as an ER nurse before focusing more on light avian veterinary (they're also a veteran so vet²!) He would occasionally help in light-creature rehabs and sanctuaries as well while still regularly called in to help with crowded patients in ER (rip little guy she's a insomniac caffeine addict ╯︿╰)

There's not much going on really. They're just a guy that happen to stick with me since moth days, and I just think he looks neat! I usually let my friends borrow her for their story/comic too, just in case they ever need a medic support character (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

(My friends' skykids having a not so good very bad time. The nurse was pretty nonchalant about it)

I am really not an oc person or a writer. Story telling is hard and finding the right word for anything always been a struggle for me (；′⌒`) The lore of my one skykid is already so inconsistent which I eventually gave up on it. I'm afraid it would just be too boring if I just go all angst as usual even though I also wanted to try something new at first but it just looped back to sad boi hours anyway. So I'll just be drawing them in silly memes and put them in random situations instead c:

[danelloevee-sky]

Oh my god I'm a day late but HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZIVENNNN (and happy sky birthday Swan!!!) I hope you have fun in kindergarten

Also moth hair because moth hair is really good 💯💯💯

[kepesktribe]

Happy Valentione's day part 1

In order:

Ziven, Sasaraka, Janlenoux, Darceloix (enjoying chocolate from his roommate on duty), Kiet, Irisvir (sharing with Exarc <3), and female Sybil. Bonus Sybil looking snazzy in the new map top.

[crowfootwrites]

Devotion & Diplomacy - Part VIII

I got a day off work (thanks, Francine! 🌪️🌊), so I'm posting a new chappy!

Tagging my usuals: @horta-in-charge, @starrynightgardens, @sleepycat82, @vreenak, and @deepspacedukat

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Read on AO3

Warnings: abductions; political backstabbery; lots of tension and threats; just your average ✨ action-packed chapter ✨, no big | Words: ~2,615

Emrys stepped out into the cool evening air of the Imperial Plaza with a sigh of relief. Going toe-to-toe with the Gul-Tar the way she had, while not entirely unexpected for the day, had been more taxing than she thought it would be, and she found her energy flagging now that it was over. After Ziven’s departure, Legate Domat had called for a recess and she had met independently in her temporary quarters with the rest of her treaty team to discuss what had happened and what to do next. As her sense of overwhelm grew, she found herself longing for Daro’s presence. 

She gazed around the plaza, looking for him, but the open space was completely empty. A frown tugged at her lips – it wasn’t like Daro to be late, especially since the afternoon session with Central Command had taken slightly longer than she anticipated. He should already be here.

Fidgeting with the hem of her uniform jacket, she turned on her heel and went back inside, making her way to her quarters. She grabbed the PADD on her nightstand and sent a quick message to Daro. As she waited for a response, she went to the replicator for a cup of red-leaf tea, pacing around the room as she gulped it, trying not to let her mind conjure up worst-case scenarios.

After several minutes of no response, she set her cup down a little too hard on the nightstand and grabbed her PADD, stuffing it into the inner pocket of her uniform jacket. As a gesture of goodwill, the Federation group had agreed to bring no weapons with them to treaty proceedings. The Cardassians were theoretically abiding by the same rules, but they were still on their home planet, with far greater access to potentially hostile resources, even while in the legislative buildings. For the most part, Emrys had been unbothered by this demand, despite the loud objections some of her team members had imparted; for the first time though, intending to make her way through Cardassian streets alone and in the dark, she wished she had a phaser. Really any kind of ranged weapon would do. Checking to make sure that her KaBar knife was tucked safely in her boot, Emrys sighed and made her way back to the exit.

The plaza was still empty. Something was most definitely wrong, and Emrys allowed herself some momentary handwringing before making her way down the steps toward Daro’s home on the outskirts of the city.

She passed a few Cardassian civilians as she strode down the wide streets, attempting to appear calm and confident. Most of them eyed her in confusion or something approaching suspicion. As the last soft glow of evening disappeared from the sky, immersing Emrys in the full darkness of a Cardassian night, she picked up her pace and attempted to keep to the middle of the pedestrian streets, eager to steer clear of pitch-black alleyways and the deeps shadows of recessed doorways.

At the sound of a heavy boot too close for her liking, Emrys whipped her head around as she turned a corner. She was met by the sight of an empty road behind her, but when she turned to face forward again, her eyes glossing over the edge of yet another sand-colored building, a searing pain lanced through her chest, pulling a choked gasp from her throat. The pain knocked her off her feet in an instant and as the world tilted beneath her, the last thing she saw before her back slammed to the ground and her eyes closed was a dark Cardassian sky full of stars.

— — — 

Daro paced furiously in the grim, murky room. He’d assessed his surroundings as soon as he’d woken, finding himself in a small, empty room that was freezing cold. The stone walls were bare and grimy, except for where a heavy metal door was set. A single, dim light flickered in a sconce above it. No windows, no way to tell what time it was or how long he’d been out. He was disarmed, of course, his disruptor missing from his belt and his boot knife gone. Clenching his fists, he tried to push the limits of his memory, frantically trying to recall what had happened before he awoke here.

He'd gone to meet Emrys, he knew that much. He’d left his home, making his way toward Imperial Plaza, his chest feeling lighter at the prospect of having her in his arms again. He didn’t want her walking through the streets of the capitol by herself, not with relations still so fragile between their peoples. He’d considered briefly how they’d spend their evening, but he also had to contend with a scheduled meeting with Gul Macet via subspace in a few hours. The Trager’s routine maintenance was being completed at a nearby station, and today’s communication with his commanding officer would give him an idea of how much longer he had on Cardassia before he was forced to return to work and leave Emrys behind. It was a dreadful prospect.

He’d made it almost to the plaza before he felt the disruptor in his side, pressing in the gap between the plates of his armor. Before he had a chance to turn or reach for his own weapon, he heard and felt the sharp hiss of a hypospray against his neck. Then the world turned dark.

He was almost certain this was the work of the Obsidian Order – no one else would attempt an abduction of a military officer in broad daylight with witnesses around. Which left only the Order responsible for his current predicament.

His thoughts flickered worriedly to Emrys, wondering how she was doing, if she was safe. If the Order was behind this, he could almost guarantee she wasn’t. Anger flared in his chest, his desire to protect her nearly overwhelming him. Taking a few deep breaths, Daro calmed himself as much as possible, trying to avoid that particular spiral of thoughts. He wouldn’t be able to think clearly enough to get out of here if he couldn’t focus on the task at hand. If nothing else, his military training had prepared him for things like this.

“Ah, Glinn Daro.” The disembodied pronouncement slithered through the darkness. “You’re awake… Do you know why you are here?” A chill raced down his spine at the absolute delight that housed itself in the unfamiliar voice.

His eyes flickered, trying to assess any immediate physical threats. “No,” he uttered through gritted teeth.

“Hmm,” the voice followed. “Such a pity you haven’t figured it out yet.”

Daro remained silent.

“You see, Glinn, the Central Command is very unhappy with your… Federaji plaything.” Daro’s breath hitched, his most prominent fear confirmed. “The Federation makes too many demands for our liking, using these negotiations as an opportunity to lord themselves over our great empire. To take what’s ours, to tell us how we may conduct ourselves and our business. We cannot abide it. Cardassia will not sit idly by as the Federation becomes our overseers.”

There was a moment of silence where Daro supposed his captor wanted him to say something. But what was there to say? He could feel his breathing growing shallower, more frantic.

“We’ve taken it upon ourselves to see that the Federation understands our dissatisfaction completely – with a gift, of course… Tell me, do you think your Human’s superiors would like to see her die in real time? Or should she simply disappear?” A dark chuckle punctuated the perverse suggestion.

“What do you want from me?” he ground out, his fists clenched at his sides. “If you already know what you’re going to do to her, why do you need me? Are you simply planning to make an example out of me?” He began pacing again, the fury spilling out of him. “‘Here is what will happen to you if you dare to bed a member of the Federation?’” he spat mockingly.

A truly sinister chuckle flooded the room. “Oh no, Glinn. You see, we don’t actually need you at all.” Daro paused in his restless march across the floor, the ridges over his eyes furrowing. “We just need to keep you out of our way.”

“In fact, we rather enjoy the idea of you mourning the loss of the weak little Human you couldn’t protect for the rest of your years. Just think, Glinn, she put her trust in you and you’ve failed her. Won’t that be absolute torture to contemplate until your own death?”

Daro’s chest constricted, dread pooling in his limbs as he began to understand exactly how this would play out. Unbidden, his mind conjured up an image of Emrys, flushed and radiant beneath him, sharing his bed, smiling up at him like he was the greatest being in the galaxy.

Driven by a measure of anger he hadn’t felt in a very long time, Daro threw himself at the door to the room, roaring out his displeasure. He beat at the cold, heavy metal with his fists, bellowing incoherently in a chaotic mix of Cardassian and Standard, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes in his desperation.

“Ah, please do tire yourself out, Glinn,” his captor mocked, his taunt barely audible over Daro’s bellowing and the crashing of his armor against the door. “You might consider getting some sleep - you could be here for a while.”

Daro paused in his frenzy for a moment, a new threat seeding in his mind - if he was going to be here for a while, then they weren’t planning to take Emrys out swiftly. They were going to torture her. The large metal bolts ornamenting the door to his prison swam before his eyes as they unfocused, his breathing growing shallower. He vaguely registered the beeping that signified the end of a communication in Cardassian messaging. And then there was silence, punctuated only by his panting breaths.

Lowering himself slowly to the damp, frigid floor, Daro tried to focus. Despite his training, he could think of no way to get himself out of this predicament on his own and somehow manage to find and save Emrys. Even if he could find his way out of this room, no one escaped the Obsidian Order. Not for long anyway. The anguish that was rooting in every part of him turned all of his thoughts back to Emrys - to what he was about to lose.

Allowing himself to surrender to his growing sense of powerlessness for a few moments, he sank against the door and dropped his head into his hands.   

Daro was unsure how much time had passed when a faint click echoed in the quiet. He was on his feet in a second, his vision zeroing in on the door. He backed slowly away, in hopes that space would give him an advantage over whoever was about to enter. Tension held all his limbs at the ready.

The heavy metal door before him swung inward with surprising quietness. After several strained moments in which nothing happened aside from the wild thumping of Daro’s heart in his chest, he stepped slowly toward the threshold. He’d presumed that whoever he’d been speaking with earlier would have been stationed nearby, perhaps even on the other side of the wall. Confusion furrowed the ridges around his eyes. No one, it would seem, was manning the door; no one was coming in to attack him or retrieve him. The muted gloom was all that occupied the space on the other side of the doorframe. 

Suddenly presented with options for action, Daro found himself more focused, his thoughts coming quickly and more fully formed than the chaotic jumble he’d been dealing with since he’d regained consciousness. With practiced ease, he peered around the edge of the doorway and, finding the dim hall empty, slipped out into the gloom.

A light flickered erratically far ahead of him down the hall. He could barely make out his surroundings, leaving lingering questions over his whereabouts. He moved toward the light as quietly as he could manage in his armor, taking note of several open doors along the walls – the doors and the empty rooms beyond all identical to the one he’d been held in. 

As he drew closer to the light, his right hand clenched into a tight fist, he could just begin to make out the outline of a door before him – the hallway he’d been traversing had reached its conclusion. There was nowhere else to go but forward through the door, or back the way he’d come, and for a moment, he hesitated.

It was all too easy. With his military background, Daro was naturally suspicious of anything with an element of danger that felt too easily managed, too simple. Perhaps, since no guard had been stationed outside his door, there would be a sentry on the other side of this one? It was a reasonable assumption. And if there wasn’t, what did that mean – what could it mean that he’d been captured and held by the Obsidian Order, but then escaped so easily? Given their notoriety, Daro could only assume that was intentional. But if they wanted him to escape, why?

He'd been deliberating for too long. Regardless of what happened to him, he had to get to Emrys if he could. A fleeting memory of her walking beside him along the street, the early morning Cardassian sun glinting in her eyes as she gazed back at him, propelled him forward. 

This particular door was not one of the ancient, hinged-style doors that lined the hallway behind him – it was more modern, with a grimy, poorly backlit control panel set into the wall beside it. He wiped away some of the filth with the sleeve of his shirt and peered at the panel, trying to make out the controls. Opening the door required an access code. Daro huffed in frustration, feeling time slipping away from him. Who knew how long he’d already been in here.

He slipped his currently empty tactical belt from around his waist, grasping the sharp metallic tip between two fingers. He wiggled it into the slight gap between the panel and its housing; with a little force, he managed to pop the screen free and caught with nervous fingers just before it clattered to the ground. Setting it down lightly, he surveyed the mess of wires and isolinear chips before him. A brief flare of familiarity filled his chest and tingled through his probing fingers – this is where he excelled. He quickly mapped the wires in his head and sorted the chips into their likeliest subcommands. In only a few minutes, he’d managed to completely dismantle the panel. When he repositioned one last chip, he knew the door would hiss open and, not knowing what awaited him on the other side, he flattened himself against the wall on the other side of the controls. With a flick of his wrist, he’d moved the chip from one slot to another and, as he’d anticipated, the door slid open. The sound was loud, though he’d been in silence for so long that he really had no way to gauge it with any accuracy.

The threshold of the newly opened door heralded the open sky and empty street of the outside. Dread sunk a little lower in Daro’s gut as he considered the increasing likelihood that he’d merely been allowed to escape - it morphed into something like terror as he noticed the sky. It was early morning. He could just make out the distant shouting of vendors preparing for their morning markets. That he’d been trapped all night did not bode well for Emrys.