#deviri

[blackbladesimp]

HELLO YES I AM AN ODA SIMP. I'VE BEEN HERE FOR WEEKS

ANOTHER ODA SIMP HELLO. WELCOME TO HELL. ENJOY YOUR STAY.

[snarkspawn]

Do you know when your comms will open back up? I have a cp77 idea and think your art style would go great with it!

Thank you so much for your interest! ♥️

I’m not entirely sure yet but I’m tentatively planning for late January/early February, so ... watch this space? :D

[daarka]

Concept scribbles > finished design! Deviri, my very tiny kenku <3

[atomicdeke]

Gladiolus, jonquil, and nightshade

(Thanks for the ask, @deviri!)

Jonquil: Has your character ever confessed their love for someone? How did it go?

Vander

He’d never felt this way about someone before. Sometimes, he was surprised at how long he’d lived, and how many things he’d still never experienced.

Love wasn’t new to him, of course. Vander had loved his mother, his father, his sister, and his uncle. He’d loved his community. He’d loved Rhetiramm like a second father, and Swyrswys like a second sister. 

None of that was the same, though. 

The world was richer, more vibrant when he was with them. He felt like a changed man, and yet he felt he could be more like himself than he’d ever been before in the world above. He actually felt giddy thinking about them, grinning like a damn fool.

Might have a thing or two to do with him telling them as much, and them feeling much the same way.

Life was plenty interesting right now, but whatever happened, he could be happy. Happy with them. 

(Mentions: @elegant-etienne)

Gladiolus: What’s one time your character has stuck to their morals and convictions?

Jaaster (CW: Depictions of violence and blood)

Don’t stop.

Thud

He deserves this pain.

Thud

He’d have killed them.

THUD

He’s earned death.

CRACK

Jaaster drew back his fist, looking down at the wreck of a man sat before him, but not seeing him. Not really. He saw the blood - the blood on the man’s shirt, the blood leaking from any number of wounds, the blood on his hands. 

The hands that had helped build the barn this man had tried to burn down. 

When he’d seen the charring the fires had left behind, he’d wanted to hurt the man, but he’d recognized that want, and he’d tamped it down. If he had to hurt the man, it would be to gain information and make sure no one else was hurt, not for revenge. Sometimes, hurting people was unavoidable, but he had always believed in making that pass as quickly as possible. Ensuring that the least amount of harm was done.

But he’d never had his family threatened before, and with one of the men responsible in front of him, Jaaster didn’t want information. 

He wanted blood.

Jaaster turned his hand over, watching the blood drip from his fingers, and he looked back at the broken man before him. The man was gasping and wheezing for breath through a flattened nose and a shattered jaw. It would be so easy to end him now, but Jaaster could make this last a long time, too. Trained by the Fist as he was, Jaaster knew where to strike to inflict the most pain possible, and he had a good idea of what sort of punishment a body could take. He could take days with this man, punishing him for his crimes before he was done.

Before he killed him.

Jaaster stared at the man for what felt like an eternity, then turned and walked outside where Raimon was waiting. His younger brother pushed off the wall he’d been leaning against and eyed Jaaster expectantly. “So? What happened? Did you get what we needed?”

“I think so.” Jaaster felt tired suddenly, like he’d sprinted to Ishgard and back. “We should turn him in now.”

Raimon leaned back, not expecting that answer, but he nodded. “I’ll take him back to Tailfeather. I can explain what happened there, and we can have him shipped off to Ishgard.”

Jaaster clapped Raimon on the shoulder. “Good.” He felt anything but. He wanted to go back inside and finish what he’d started.  He didn’t want the man to reach Tailfeather and see an Ishgardian cell. 

Jaaster didn’t have a choice in the matter, though. He had to do what was right.

Nightshade: What is a painful truth your character has had to face?

Vander

A gasping breath, and his eyes snapped open to the sight of sand, the sound of gulls, and the feeling of waves lapping at his body on the beach. Spitting salt water, he started to push himself to his feet, and his body screamed in protest, cracked ribs and a broken shoulder robbing him of wind as he collapsed.

His mask dug painfully into his cheek as he met the sand once more, and he ripped it off angrily with his good hand before turning his head. Wreckage littered the beach around him, and while his was far from the only form laid out on the sand, he was the only one moving about.

As he surveyed the carnage around him, his eyes turned to the sea, to the battle still being fought between the Maelstrom and pirate fleets, Pirates he’d served with. Pirates he’d fought against. Pirates he’d joined under the banner of the Bloody Executioners in defiance of the Admiral. Pirates who were being sent to a watery grave in droves by Maelstrom guns.

One by one, he watched ships sink under withering volleys of shot and shell, until finally he saw black flags being lowered, and white flags being raised. Tears came unbidden as cries of victory came across the water from the Maelstrom fleet. His crew was dead, his ship was sunk, and he realized now that his life was over.

He had lost.

[elegant-etienne]

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

A to Z Headcanons (NSFW)

Thanks for the ask, @deviri!

D - 

Etienne’s had sex in their office at work, getting bent over the desk. After hours, though.

Adi never masturbated until he left home a few years ago.

N -

Etienne is pretty good, going, game for at least trying most things, but prefers to avoid getting terribly messy, ie, food or mud or non-sexual bodily fluids.

They don’t particularly like submissive men. They don’t mind switching things up now and then or playing with some power dynamics to spice things up a little (after all, they also kind of enjoy bullying and bossing men around outside the bedroom), but it had better be reciprocal because they are not a top at heart, and they get pretty tired of the assumption that they are. Etienne likes men who initiate and take charge once they’ve decided they’re ready to take things to that level in their relationship.

People who get hung up on Etienne’s identity and body, specifically if they only liked men (or women) before meeting Eti can go fuck themselves, because Etienne certainly won’t. It’s not a compliment to hear that you’re giving someone a sexual identity crisis. Ew.

Adi is if anything, less interested in topping than Etienne. Where Etienne is capable of topping and might even feel like it’d be a good time if they’re in the mood or to fulfill their (as a sometimes snack!), he literally cannot imagine himself doing it at all. Please don’t assume he’s a top because he’s tall and grumpy.

[thanidiel]

She saved me

She paused in that delicate pour of sencha.

Oh, not because she had to. She’s more coordinated than even these ones will ever know. No, it’s just a light little flair of emotiveness, that way that made this moment like some living, theatrical, filmwork they’d light up the sides of buildings with in other parts of Kugane.

The young woman brushes on that doe-eyed, demure, look to her dark eyes as they travel away from the table, and the pot, and its various utensils, to Manami. The elder poised like the perfect worship doll to the Pilus Prior’s opposite - a silver moon to that black sun of his. 

“Revered Mother?” She repeats the subject of his inquiries to her in that practiced perfect refined between her and the other woman earlier. Lets her gaze trickle over to him, but not to his face, of course. She dips her focus downcast, to that frontier between his lap and the straight tablewood.

He likes the ‘natives’ dull and sweet like pets.

“…well, she saved me, Sir, from the streets. I truly owe everything good granted to me in this life to her. All of the girls do.” 

She scoffs in the invisibility of her mind as his pleased voice rumbles over them and her actions resume.

To her, or the Garlemald filling the treasury?

And no one fucking saved me.

You just ate me.

[wondroustailsofffxiv]

For the NSFW bingo do they prompt answers need to be explicit or can they fade to black? Is implied allowed?

The explicit description of sexual content isn’t required for a fill on the NSFW sheet to be valid towards entries, so fade-to-black’s and implied content is certainly allowed!

[snakemoltsiren]

❛ your gut knows what’s up. trust that bitch. ❜

The meter of her instincts had two settings: Trust and Don't Trust. Trusting someone or a place or a situation had nothing to do with liking it of course. She was mature enough of temperament to be able to separate the two.

But the keen edge of bravado, the sweetness of a smile, the brash overtones of casual discussions of sex or violence... all of them presented to her as distraction. As a lie. Her gut said no or yes.

She had read once that there was part of learning and memory that was processed in the digestive system. A second brain housed in the tender, vulnerable guts.

She thought she believed that. The stomach is more exposed than the brain encased in skull. More at risk than the heart, shielded by rib cage. Listen to your gut. It has more on the line than any of the rest. Your heart and your brain might trick you. Fool you. Lead you astray.

Your gut won't betray you.