#xemera things

[sleepytimeprophet]

threw together a small doodle of my anon so I can finally start tossing photos in all of my selects. Those fins are fake and he’s very sensitive about them. he prefers if you don’t talk about his appearance at all.

[sleepytimeprophet]

Your name is Xemera, and you misplaced your mask somewhere.

Be gentle with my baby tealblood, he is a fragile boy.

[sleepytimeprophet]

5'6" goldblood. A scruffy little goblin with ADD that loves acting in plays and musicals. She's extremely loyal to her friends, high and low. A mechanic on the side, she loves to make prosthetics and other various machines. Also helps with building complex props for theater purposes. Has a profound love of junkfood and pissing off snooty highbloods from a safe distance. For a date she'd probably sneak front row seats to her favorite musical at the time, or go to an arcade. All quads open

Ooh! Cilius is down for this type-a chick!! He loves to piss off highbloods, so much so that it’s gotten him run out of a few cities already.... but that never stops him from sneaking back in. And it wouldn’t stop him from sneaking in to see her if he’s trying to court her!

However, Xemera also loves the theatre and would probably love to have someone to gush over dramas and musicals with. he’s a very emotional boy, even if you can’t see him crying underneath the mask.

[sleepytimeprophet]

5'4, non-subjub purpleblood, feminine, ~88 sweeps. Sassy, loud, artistic, gamer, cooks sweets and italian food best, cuddly, mildly tsundere. She would most likely like to take them to a coffee place or a casual food place that they could both enjoy, like a buffet or similar. Would definitely make you a cute little drawing, and would probably be a bit nervous or fidgety till they started talking to you for a little while.

Xemera would be interested in them, for sure. If they don’t mind the anonymous thing, as well as his job of being an executioner. He’d promise not to take his work hive with him. He could use someone to get him to come out of his shell. 

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Tall as fuck limeblood mechanic. Snake troll. Has electrokinetic psionics, tattoos and scars for days, and the oddest set of dual coloured eyes, and quite built. Hair is styles into a red coloured mohawk and she has more piercings than you'd think. Likes machinery, engineering, music, story telling, dancing, drinking and star gazing and playing her guitar and singing for folks. Poly in quads and also DTF. Really chill overall for her 20 something sweeps.

Emziel sort of waddles into view. He’s a violet but he’s definitely got a weakness for everything that this troll emanates. He’d be down for a red quad or pale, but he’s awful as fuckall when it comes to red quadrants, so she’d have to be a little patient with him.

Xemera also kind of perks up, tbh. He’s one of my harder trolls to cater to and he’s incredibly interested. Not his typical interests, nor his typical crowd, but he could use someone to turn his entire world on its head. He’s anon, though. Maybe she could get him to embrace what’s underneath the mask.

[sleepytimeprophet]

1 wounded

There’s no specific muse mentioned, so I’ll throw my anon boy on the line here.

You stumble on the cobblestones slick with rain as you ran, the scent of blood heavy on your tongue as it spatters against the inside of your mask with your rasping breaths. You reach out and grab a jutting corner of an alleyway wall and launch yourself into its gaping maw, your other hand clenched tightly against your abdomen, trying so desperately not to let the incriminating hues drip through your gloved fingers. Thankfully, the rain helps wash some of your sins away.

You’re not sure what caused the backlash, what caused the fear of the Prince’s wrath to ebb away from your attacker, but they clearly knew who you were. They knew you as the Executioner, the stolid face of Death of many a lowblood, and they wanted you dead. You had been able to hide behind the protective haze of the High Council for sweeps, only daring to make trips to your hive in the early dawn or the late evening; when the streets were all but bereft of life, and the only sounds were your feet echoing calmly on the cobbles. Now, the echoes seemed to laugh at you as they came from every direction, dripping with malice, your panic-stricken brain overwhelmed by the sheer fear of being exposed, of being found as a fraud.

 Your feet betray you and you crash hard against the pavement, the force causing your rigid body to bounce and flounder uncomfortably against the stones. Instinctively, your hands fly up to protect your mask from damage, and you choke on another mouthful of blood from the force of your fall, feeling the slick betraying fluid dripping down your neck in tiny streams. You were going to die here. You hadn’t noticed you weren’t alone in this alleyway, however. And you noticed them a bit too late. All you could do was pray that they weren’t one of the ones sent after you, too.

Send me a word and I’ll make a prompt of it.

[sleepytimeprophet]

xemera is really cute, i'd gladly smoomch him any day of the week if he'd let me

Come off anon and talk to me, we can set you up with my nervous good boy.

[sleepytimeprophet]

Which OCs get embarrassed easily at being complimented and don't believe it?

Emziel, Xemera, Rablon. 

These three boys are my group of children who will not, and pretty much cannot, believe any compliment send their way. It’s just not in their essence to do so.