#zemira

[melonmarzal]

I just did a simple headshot today because I don't have a lot of time/energy, but this is Zemira! She used to be queen of the pirates until she was mutinied and trapped at the bottom of the Sea of a Thousand Currents for centuries. She recently made her escape, and is eager to reclaim her throne.

[bawkrya]

Omg . . . . . .

[moonmunster]

my devil/demon oc, Zemira, that shares her body with a friend (they are the big eye and mouth)

[lazyroseart]

SURPRISE!!!!

My moots oc's that they ship with Death lol

Zemira (Brown) - @spookyheaad

Life (Green) - @witheringvines

Alowz (Pink) - @bestridersdarksiders

Juno (Purple) - @crowsofafeather

[corvidcrybaby]

How down bad for Mister Alucard Hellsing am I? I created an OC explicitly to fuck him but it took me until now to realize she is literally in every way a Rip Van Winkle foil and i didn't catch it until just now

[reroro-art]

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[songbird-wings]

So, @imadetheline and @not-important-genz-child both said they’d like to hear about my DnD characters, so here’s the two I’ve mainly played with the most!

Name: Corra Thorngage Race: Halfling Class: Rouge Alignment: Chaotic Neutral - CN Age: 25

Appearance: 3ft tall, short, dark black hair with the bangs pulled out of her face. Dark brown eyes and pale skin covered in scars, with a tattoo of a guild seal on her ankle. She wears leather armor with a black cloak and thieves belt. She fights with a dagger and hand crossbow, which are strapped on her thigh and wrist. Personality: Corra is a stubborn one. She has a short temper, but knows when to keep it in check if the situation calls for it. Small but feisty, she will cut a bitch for a nickle. Would stab you in the back if the outcome will benefit her. Is selective about the people she likes, but if she likes you, she will make it known.  Backstory: Corra was born in a small halfling village that sat on the outskirts of a larger city. Her Uncle would visit her and her family when she was little, and her mother told her that he worked in the city. Then, when Corra was 9, her parents became ill and died a few weeks later. Corra was taken in by her uncle who raised her as his own. Her uncle ran a guild of thieves within the city and taught Corra their ways as she grew. The Guild, The Crimson Serpents, became her new family. When Corra was 18, she decide to make her own path for a bit, after saying farewell to her Uncle, she set off to see the world.  More facts: Her specialty is sneak attacks, she is Bi, she knows halfling, common and elvish, she speaks with an almost a Brooklyn accent. 

Name: Zemira Race: Half-Elf Class: Multi-class Bard/Rouge Alignment: Chaotic Good - CG Age: 20

Appearance: 5′9, golden curly hair that falls to her waist, tanned olive skin and Hazel eyes. Her ears are slightly pointed and adorned with piercings. On her left leg, she has a tattoo of an ivy vine going up her leg. She wears leather armor with a corset and has a lute strapped to her back and a rapier on her hip.  Personality: A total extrovert. Very bubbly and friendly. Super flirty and approachable. Zemira loves her friends and would do anything for them. She lights up any room shes in and is very empathetic. A carefree spirit that goes with the flow. Backstory: Zemira was found on a road, abandoned as a baby by a band of traveling merchants and performers. They raised her and taught her music and the art of entertainment. For 14 years, her new family traveled around performing and selling products for a living when the caravans were attacked by bandits on the road. Zemira made it out with her life after fleeing into the fields. She found herself in an unforgiving city where she turned to thievery to survive. For a few years she honed her skills as a thief, until she was arrested. Once she was released, she left the city and began performing again to make an honest living.   More facts: She has an on-again-off-again relationship with another bard called Belvedere. Can speak elvish and common. Knows how to play the lute, piano, and flute. 

[toomanystoryideas]

2MSS #6: Other Side pt. 2

Part 6 of my 2-month short story challenge with @kiraawrites !!

The Crown Princess of Kosteyle has been missing for four years.

Today is her younger sister’s sixteenth birthday and the acceptance of her as the new Crown Princess. The entire palace army, including me, have been staffed with guarding the proceedings--nobody is coming near Princess Zemira.

“Eric!” barks my station leader, snapping me out of my thoughts. “The Princess wishes to speak with you—though I don’t know why you, of all people, should have the honor.”

“Thank you, sir; the same to you,” I respond, grinning and making a mock salute. He rolls his eyes as I leave, laughing at my own bad joke.

The hallways of the palace are silent but heavily staffed with guards in full uniform. I grin at a few of my friends and stick my tongue out at a few of my foes. When I reach the Princess’ bedroom door, I must be given clearance by the two stationed guards before I enter.

The Princess opens the door. “Oh, Sir Eric!” she says. “Please, do come in.”

The door closes behind me, and my younger sister wraps her arms around my waist.

“I’ve missed you, dear Erika,” she whispers, hugging me tightly.

“Me too, Zem.” I smile. “Why today? You know you can’t do this often—did you wish me to give you my congratulations?”

Zemira stays silent, as if thinking about whether she should answer.

“Promise you won’t resent me?” she asks softly, and I squeeze her hand.

“Never, dear sister.”

“I’m running away.”

I don’t have time to answer before she barrels on.

“You know how cruel Mother and Father are, and I know you told me not to be like you and pretend to be someone I’m not but you also told me to follow my heart and I—“

“I know.”

Zemira looks up at me with wide eyes. I put a hand on her shoulder.

“I’m going with Eli,” she says softly.

“Elianna? The serving-girl?”

Zemira nods, blushing a little. I smile.

“I understand. Mother and Father aren’t… well, you need not go through the struggles of being Crown Princess with them monitoring your every move. It was hell.”

Zemira chews on her lower lip. “I’m leaving tonight. With Eli.”

I reach into my bag. “Then I have something for you. I was saving it for after the ceremonies, but I guess I can’t wait.” I pull out a silver crown and place it in Zemira’s hands. Flipping open one side of the crown, I slowly remove a long, flexible rapier.

Zemira’s jaw drops.

“To keep you safe,” I say, kissing her forehead.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

I hug her again. “Have a wonderful journey.”

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