#morozoko

[namachuki]

Meet Yuri, a fatui geo claymore

Deeply traumatized from his unfortunate upbringing and being left with the fatui as his last resort. Yuri became a master at imitation, though the man can singlehandedly take out an entire army, his most impressive feature is his ability to fit whatever role he needs. In one second he is an outgoing and loud delinquent and in a flash, he becomes a stoic and unreadable but reliable leader. Though such abilities are expected out of the fatui, his skill is valued for his utter lack of genuine emotion. No one can actually predict how Yuri will behave that day, no one can read what he feels nor can they recall a time where he has willingly gone out of his way to emote. Yuri only follows and does what he is told, and up until a certain point in his life, he was not too bothered by this... That was until the introduction of a certain man influenced his perspective on choice.

[tinywritingloft]

Golden Rose & Silver Skates

Kahtya never vied for his attention. She never even wanted to speak to him. But being the daughter of the favored viser of the king, she was forced to mingle with the royal family and forced to be civil about it as well. She was a girl of strong will and an imagination as wild as her hair that refused to be tamed by customs and tradition. And yet she found herself on the cusp of what could be the end of everything she knew or enslave her to a life she never wanted. 

The tea tray rattled in trembling hands, loud in the otherwise quiet corridor of the house. Just before the door the servant did her best to regain what little composure she had left as she slipped into the room beyond. There she found the young mistress sitting on one of the high backed chairs. Her red curls were wild as usual, and threatened to burst from their confined pins at any moment. But her face was as pale as a sheet. Far from her usual sun kissed glow that was unfashionable for a lady of her station. This disturbed the servant more than anything until she noticed the other figure that knelt on the floor holding out a golden rose. The tea tray clattered to the table top and the servant cursed at herself. Servants were supposed to be invisible, and in this particular moment she wanted nothing more than to be just that. “No.” A tea cup dropped to the carpeted floor. The servant gasped, her eyes flying up to the scene she had been so careful to avoid watching. The mistress seemed to have found her wits as she rose to her feet, though she was still very pale. The handsome prince followed her, reaching for her arm as she passed. “No? You are refusing me then?” He asked, confusion written as plain as day on his face.  “Yes. That is what ‘no’ means. Though I’m not sure you’d be familiar with the term. Now if you’ll kindly excuse me, I must break it to Mama that her daughter just refused the crown prince.” She pulled her arm away and straightened the bodice of her dress. “She’s going to have a heart attack.”

Kahyta collapsed against the door to her rooms – most certainly not her mother’s chambers – but she couldn’t seem to catch her breath. Thoughts flew through her head as fast as her heart beat. She could just imagine her mother’s reaction. If the woman didn’t fain first, she’d fly into a horrible rage. Then there was her father. The visar would not take kindly to this development.  Kahtya drug a breath through clenched teeth, eyes darting around the luxury she’d known all her life yet hated with every fiber of her heart. They’ll make me retract my response. They’ll do anything to get the prince to ask me again. And they’ll do worse than anything to make sure I say yes. Her eyes fell on her wardrobe the size of a room and the secret it held. “Nothing else for it then,” She decided with a set of her shoulders and a defiant tilt of her chin. “I’ll just have to disappear.” Khatya flung herself at the wardrobe, yanking savagely at the hooks keeping her dress together until it was an expensive pool on the floor. She swapped the velvet and lace for a coarser fabric with no flounces to speak of. She was halfway through the buttons when she heard her door swing open.

Kahtya’s heart dropped in a moment of panic until she realized it was only her sister. Not that that made things better but at least it wasn’t Papa. “Leisa,” She breathed, half daring to hope. Her sister took one look at her and nearly throttled her on the spot. But where Kahtya expected a stern lecture, she got helping hands. “Leisa?” She tried again only a question now. “This is a right mess you’ve gotten yourself into, you know that, yes?” Leisa’s fingers were rough and hurried, but she couldn’t complain. “Guess who will have to clean up after you now? Who will have to soothe Mama and keep Papa from hunting you down? Not to mention I’ll have to take your place as tribute to the crown.”  “Must you use ‘tribute’?” Kahtya’s nose scrunched in the mirror. “You’re making me feel like I’m offering you up as a sacrifice to the frost king.” Leisa pinched her arm hard. There was going to be a bruise. “Don’t invoke Morozoko, idiot! Winter isn’t loosening her grip yet. And you should feel like that!” “But Leisa, that’s your dream!” Kahyta ignored her sister’s superstitions and turned to her. Ever the picture of refinement, even her hair was gentle despite sharing the same shade of fiery red as her own. “You’re the one who wants luxury at its finest, and who actually appreciates this life. I can’t even remember the correct fork to use! If either of us should become royalty it’s you and we both know it.” Leisa sighed heavily, her gaze pinning the younger like she was a pretty butterfly. another sigh, but this time a hand pulled on a runaway curl affectionately. “This life was killing you, little sister,” She murmured. Understanding was a heavy weight on an otherwise angelic face. “That’s why I’m helping you. You’re so much more than a pretty face and you deserve the chance to prove it.”She reached for the bag utcked into the darkest corner of the wardrobe. Placing it in Kahtya’s hands, she yanked the diamond earrings out of her own ears and tucked them into a handkerchief. “I know you’ve snuck out before, but this will be different. Don’t trust lightly. And for heaven’s sake, don’t get caught up in the ice fairs. You know how they can get.” Kahyta was only half listening as she slipped into an old coat she’d swapped with a maid years ago. Tucking her sister’s earrings away safely, she gave Leisa the best smile she could manage.  “I really do feel awful leaving like this,” She whispered, her words mournful. “As you should. You’re really the most horrible brat.” Kahyta hung her head if only to hide the tiny smile. “I know.” “And I love you for it. Now get going before I change my mind.” Bag tucked over her shoulder, Kahtya paused at the panel hiding the servant’s passage. Taking a last look at her oldest friend, the smile cracked like ice. “Be careful sister,” She warned. “Don’t let this life kill you either.” Leisa scoffed and straightened her shawl. “It wouldn’t dare.” The two sisters shared an almost smile before one slipped into shadow and the other turned to settle the tables. 

[feralworks]

#MythicMay Day 16: #Morozoko Boy howdy, my computer did not like this one. It crashed a couple of times 😬 Also! Officially over the halfway point in MythicMay. I didn’t think I would stick to it this long. Prompts by @audre_charamath_schutte #folklore #slavic #winter #zbrush #sketch #sculpture https://www.instagram.com/p/CARppzFAlGo/?igshid=pra529zknpr7

[namachuki]

So *twirls hair*

[namachuki]

Meet Aza-

They're shy and love food so please be nice to them

[namachuki]

Trauma speedrun : How they got their visions

[namachuki]

"The beating of my heart was so loud, I could hardly hear the metal hitting the ground. Only then did I see it glow and realized... I gained a vision that night."

[namachuki]

So I got a few asks and I apologize for not answering sooner however some answers

Q: What are Morozoko's pronouns: They/He

Q: Does Morozoko have any family: They have a family they were adopted into and the character here is his sister Inessa (She/They)

Q: What are their elementals/ Weapons/ Personality:

Morozoko- Cyro, polearm, Quiet and aloof, keeps to themselves and is in general a man of little words, can be protective and a bit overbearing however he means well, finds it difficult to communicate with others and it takes them a while to pick up on sarcasm and jokes so don't expect them to get a joke right away.

Inessa- Electro, Claymore, brash and a reckless, you wouldn't expect that outta someone who acts laid back and chill most of the time but when you rile her up boy are they ready for a fight. The type to be launched in an attack and get up with a smile on their face. Their irresponsibility and spunk will surely be the death of them. Can be a bit blunt and straightforward with their wording which may look rude on their part but they say it with genuine interest or care, they value honesty and expect the same value back.