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i wanna script a akotsk dr but i have three other scripts to finish
better cr/japan life dr moodboard 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🎐
I accidentally channelled a memory this morning but I've already forgotten it. Upsetting but it is always reassuring to be reminded of how natural this all is that I could forget something as if it were an item I needed to write on a grocery list.
I just listened to a song about an angel being hunted, and omg it reminded me SO MUCH of my aetheros dr.
𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒎 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒛𝒆
𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝒅𝒓
𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒆: “uncle”
𝒂𝒈𝒆: 50
𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚: closeted aroace
𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆
I decided to not bother with searching for faceclaims for him and Cassia, since I'm never gonna see them after I shift in.
Callum Greze is a man built for labor, not refinement.
Standing at 6’1”, with a broad, muscular frame, he is physically imposing, his strength built from years of hard, unforgiving work in the forge. His hands are rough, calloused, and stained with soot, the skin permanently darkened from years of working with iron. His knuckles bear old scars from burns and hammer strikes, testaments to a life spent shaping weapons for war.
His face is weathered and lined, but not from age—from exhaustion, from long days spent in heat and smoke, from a life of quiet, persistent frustration. His dark blonde hair is often disheveled, pushed back carelessly or left to hang over his forehead when he’s too tired to bother with it. He has a short, well-kept beard, though it does little to soften the perpetual scowl he wears as if it’s been carved into his features.
His eyes—a dull, stormy gray—reveal little emotion beyond mild irritation or tired indifference. He rarely smiles, and when he does, it’s either humorless or lacking in warmth.
His clothing is practical and simple, often consisting of a linen tunic, a thick leather apron, and heavy boots covered in dust and ash. He rarely bothers with finery, rarely concerns himself with appearances, and never wastes time with anything he deems unnecessary.
He is a man who looks like the world has weighed on him for years—and in many ways, it has.
𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚
Callum Greze is not a complicated man—at least, not in the way that nobles, politicians, or scholars are. He does not scheme, manipulate, or waste words on unnecessary conversation. He believes in work, survival, and practicality.
He is blunt, hard-edged, and utterly unmoved by sentimentality. He has no patience for dreamers, idealists, or those who do not understand the realities of the world. In his mind, life is simple—you work, you provide, you endure. Everything else is irrelevant.
Callum is a provider, but not a father in the emotional sense. He does not dote on Dahlia, nor does he express affection easily. He is a man of few words, and even fewer displays of warmth. To him, family is an obligation, not a bond. He provides for them because it is his duty, because it is expected of him, not because he feels any deep emotional connection.
His views on the fae are unforgiving. Living in a town that is essentially a military outpost, Callum has spent his entire life forging weapons meant to kill fae, meant to push them back, meant to ensure that humanity does not fall under their rule. He does not see them as people—he sees them as the enemy, as threats, as beings who should never have been allowed to exist alongside humans in the first place.
So when Cassia took in a fae child, Callum wanted nothing to do with her. To him, I was not family. I was not their responsibility. I was a mistake that should have been dealt with immediately. And when Cassia refused to send me away, he did the only thing he could: he ignored me entirely.
Because if he acknowledged me, if he let himself think about what it meant to have a fae girl living under his roof, eating his food, sleeping in his home, then he would have to confront the fact that his wife had chosen obligation over reason—and he was not prepared to forgive her for that.
𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅
Callum Greze was born and raised in a town where survival came before everything else.
Situated near the borderlands between human and fae territories, his hometown was more of a fortified outpost than a true city—a place where the war between their two species was never distant, where soldiers came and went like the changing seasons, where the sound of iron being shaped into weapons was more familiar than birdsong.
His father was a blacksmith before him, and his grandfather before that. The forge was his inheritance, his future, his entire world. From the time he was old enough to hold a hammer, Callum was taught that iron was humanity’s greatest weapon, that the fae were enemies who could not be trusted, that every blade he forged was another step toward ensuring their survival. He never questioned it. He never needed to.
As he grew older, he became one of the most skilled blacksmiths in town, known for his ability to craft weapons that were not only strong but efficient, deadly, and designed specifically to counter fae magic.
When he married Cassia, it was a practical decision. She was disciplined, intelligent, and understood duty as well as he did. She would raise their children properly, manage their household, and ensure that their family maintained its status in the community. And for a while, that was enough.
But then Elara showed up. And when she died, Cassia chose to keep the child she left behind. That was when Callum began to resent his wife—not openly, not in a way that led to screaming matches or outright hostility, but in a quiet, simmering way that never truly faded. He believed that she had made a mistake, that she had taken on a burden that was never meant to be theirs. And because he could not change the past, because he could not make Cassia undo what she had done, he did the only thing he knew how to do:
He pretended I did not exist.
𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔
𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒉: Callum is one of the most skilled blacksmiths in the region, particularly when it comes to forging weapons designed to combat the fae. He understands iron’s unique properties against magic, and his work is known for being reliable, deadly, and built for efficiency rather than beauty.
𝒖𝒏𝒚𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆: Years of working in the forge have given Callum exceptional stamina and strength. He can work for hours in sweltering heat, endure long days without complaint, and lift weapons and armor that would strain the average man.
𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔: Having grown up in a militarized town near fae territory, Callum is well-versed in basic survival tactics, including tracking, hunting, and self-defense. While he is not a soldier, he knows how to handle himself in dangerous situations.
𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒄: Callum does not complain, hesitate, or procrastinate. He is highly disciplined, able to push himself through exhaustion, pain, and hardship without breaking stride.
𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒅: Callum may not be a strategist or a nobleman, but he is not easily fooled. He recognizes deception, understands people's motives, and can spot dishonesty or weakness even if he rarely comments on it.
𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔
𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆: Callum is completely closed off emotionally, making it difficult for even those closest to him to understand his thoughts or feelings. He does not express affection easily, which has created a distant and cold family dynamic.
𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅: Callum is entirely focused on his work and providing for his family, but that also makes him rigid and incapable of adapting when life deviates from his expectations. He does not handle change well, nor does he tolerate disorder.
𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒋𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒆: Having spent his entire life creating weapons designed to kill fae, Callum sees them not as individuals, but as enemies. His hatred is deep-rooted, unshakable, and entirely devoid of nuance. This makes it impossible for him to see me as anything other than a burden, no matter how long I’ve lived under his roof.
𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒕: Callum does not change his mind easily—if at all. Once he has decided something, it is final, and no amount of reasoning, pleading, or confrontation will shift his stance.
𝒂 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒍𝒆: While Callum and Cassia appear to be a functional couple, their marriage is not one of warmth or love. Over time, Callum has grown indifferent to his wife, and though he respects her as the mother of his child, he no longer truly values her opinion beyond what is necessary to maintain the household.
𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒔
𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒂 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒛𝒆
Callum and Cassia’s marriage was never built on love—it was built on practicality, on shared values, on the mutual understanding that they could provide for one another in ways that made sense. She was a woman who could maintain order, raise their children properly, and uphold their reputation. He was a man who could provide for the household, who could ensure that their family was protected and secure. For years, it worked.
Until Elara arrived, until I was left behind, until Cassia made a decision that Callum could not forgive. To Callum, taking me in was a mistake—one that would bring them nothing but trouble. He urged Cassia to turn me away, to leave me at an orphanage, to let someone else deal with the problem. She refused.
And though Callum did not fight her on it, though he did not rage or demand or force her to reconsider, something between them fractured in that moment—something that never truly healed. Over time, his patience with Cassia wore thin. He saw her choice as weakness, as unnecessary sentimentality, as proof that she cared more about obligation than reason.
Their marriage became distant, functional, but devoid of warmth. Callum continued providing for the household, continued playing his role, but emotionally, he had already checked out long ago.
He does not resent Cassia outright, but he does not respect her in the way he once did. She became a woman who made a choice that went against everything he believed in—and that, to Callum, is something that cannot be undone.
𝑫𝒂𝒉𝒍𝒊𝒂 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒛𝒆
Callum is not an affectionate father, nor is he one who dotes on his daughter.
But Dahlia is his only true child, the one thing in his life that he sees as his own flesh and blood, the only part of his family he truly cares about beyond duty. He does not spoil her, but he trusts her, respects her, and ensures that she has everything she needs to succeed.
And if that means turning a blind eye to the way she treats me, to the way she flaunts her superiority, to the way she carries herself with the same ruthless efficiency that Callum himself embodies—Then so be it.
Dahlia is not a soft girl, not a weak girl, not someone who will crumble under pressure. She is strong, she is clever, she is everything Cassia intended her to be—and Callum has no doubt that she will thrive, no matter what stands in her way.
She is the only member of the family he would truly lift a hand to protect. And if anyone ever dared to threaten her, to take away what she is entitled to, to harm her in any way—Callum would make sure that they never got the chance to do so again.
𝑨𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆
Callum does not hate me, because in order to hate me, he would have to acknowledge me. And he refuses to.
From the moment Cassia decided to keep me, Callum made a choice—he would pretend I did not exist. He never spoke to me. Never looked at me. Never acknowledged my presence at the dinner table.
To him, I was a burden, an outsider, a thing that did not belong in his household and never would. And if I suffered? That was not his concern. I was not his daughter. I was not his responsibility.
And when I finally left, when I returned not as the quiet, unwanted orphan but as the princess of a fae kingdom—Callum felt nothing. No relief. No guilt. No regret. Because to him, I was never there to begin with.
𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔
He has never once lost a bet—because he only bets when he knows he will win.
He has never left the town he was born in. Not once. He sees no reason to.
Dahlia is the only person he genuinely softens around, though even that is limited.
He never calls Cassia by pet names—only her full name.
His hands are so rough and scarred that he can pick up hot iron briefly without flinching.
He dislikes music, considering it a distraction.
He has never spoken a kind word to me. Ever.
If someone challenges him to a drinking contest, he will drink them under the table just to prove a point.
He has a habit of sharpening blades when he’s frustrated—it's the only sign that something is truly bothering him.
𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒂
Ok, so just to start off, these characters are NOT mine. I'm gonna be posting about him, Cassia, and Dahlia while I write out a profile for Soren in aethergarde, because I'm kinda hyperfocused on that right now. But yeah, all of them were created by @lalalian, I just was too lazy to create another family, so I decided to use hers, but I wanted them to fit with the rest of my people, so I expanded on them a little and wrote out full profiles for each of them!
@aprilshiftz @lalalian
‿ 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗯𝗼𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗢𝟮𝟰 ╰୧. ˚˖°
dear batsyi ꒰ @batsyi ꒱ , firstly thank you so much for the sweet ask omgie (⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ ̫ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝) ! i hope you can forgive me for the lack of blue hair guy pics bc it proved impossible to find any with the description you gave me of your relationship with shin LOLLL so if you overlook that , i hope i was able to make you a moodboard that you're happy with <33 - love , fawn 𓂃 ࣪ ˖ ᰔ
‿ 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗯𝗼𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗢𝟮𝟯 ╰୧. ˚˖°
dear lina ꒰ @l22na4 ꒱ , i skimmed through the posts you included while making this and i think that your relationship sounds too cute ໒꒰ྀི ^ ⸝⸝ ^ ꒱ྀིა i hope i was able to capture it in a moodboard properly &&& in a way that you feel is accurate to your relationship ₊˚⊹♡ - love , fawn 𓂃 ࣪ ˖ ᰔ
