Pack Cat

[Name] ‘Veran Isaacs’ (Birthname - Xau’a Amariyo) [Age] 17 [Species] Miqo’te (Keepers of the Moon) [Gender] Male

[veranisaacs]

Veran wakes up in complete drag at the saucer and my, my! Doesn't he look FABULOUS! When Veran wanders into a raging crowd, a drunken Highlander suddenly drags him behind the nearby staircase and starts a game of grab ass. What happens?

He wasn’t sure how he always got roped into these situations. Oh, right. He knew exactly how. Schala. Schala was how he always got roped into these situations. The Miqo'te heaved a sigh, adjusting the corset a little as he made an effort to make the outfit a little more comfortable. It didn’t really help much. There was a sigh as he swept his bangs back out of his eyes. Was it just him or were heels kind of hard to walk in? He was pretty sure they were just difficult to deal with in general. Skirts really didn’t help matters either, as properly demonstrated when he caught the edge of the skirt with one of those heels and was sent flying forward and into the chest of a male highlander in front of him. The arms closed around him (one specifically resting on his ass and giving a squeeze) and he was feeling some measure of panic sink in. The heavy stench of ale didn’t really make him feel any better about the situation as he was pulled back behind one of the stair cases. More pings of panic as he was pressed against the wall, pinned between it and the drunken highlander. The others lips were pressed against the diminutive Miqo'te’s neck, kissing upward along it.Waves of panic still intensifying as those hands started exploring, a knee pressing between his legs. “…Hm?… Looks like this little girl ain’t what she appears to be. Aye, that’s fine too. Yer a cute one - lass or lad regardless.” The words were spoken against his neck and that was it.That was all he could take before his panicking went full out. This wasn’t funny or amusing to him in the least. He was smaller than the male pressed against him - much smaller. But that didn’t mean he didn’t have some tricks up his sleeve - or rather in the air. A small magitek bit hovered in the air, firing off a shot that skimmed right over the highlander’s left ear and hit the wall, leaving a nice little hole. It was enough to cause the drunken man to back up a little and just enough to give Veran the opening he needed to run like a bat out of hell. He kicked off the heels and booked it as fast as he could away from the situation and didn’t look back.He was never wearing a dress for anyone ever again. Not even if it was part of one of Schala’s schemes. Never. Again.(…Unless she really insisted.)

[veranisaacs]

Reblogging with sketch.

[veranisaacs]

Have a nerdcat + the sketches.  Also FedoraNerdCat for all your needs, M’lady.

[shurdo]

Schala’s Ass got quite big this evening. 2k Mass bby.

[schalahart]

GDI YOU TWO LOL

[veranisaacs]

[callmedougan]

[veranisaacs]

Veran wakes up in complete drag at the saucer and my, my! Doesn't he look FABULOUS! When Veran wanders into a raging crowd, a drunken Highlander suddenly drags him behind the nearby staircase and starts a game of grab ass. What happens?

He wasn't sure how he always got roped into these situations. Oh, right. He knew exactly how. Schala. Schala was how he always got roped into these situations. The Miqo'te heaved a sigh, adjusting the corset a little as he made an effort to make the outfit a little more comfortable. It didn't really help much. There was a sigh as he swept his bangs back out of his eyes. Was it just him or were heels kind of hard to walk in? He was pretty sure they were just difficult to deal with in general. Skirts really didn't help matters either, as properly demonstrated when he caught the edge of the skirt with one of those heels and was sent flying forward and into the chest of a male highlander in front of him. The arms closed around him (one specifically resting on his ass and giving a squeeze) and he was feeling some measure of panic sink in. The heavy stench of ale didn't really make him feel any better about the situation as he was pulled back behind one of the stair cases. More pings of panic as he was pressed against the wall, pinned between it and the drunken highlander. The others lips were pressed against the diminutive Miqo'te’s neck, kissing upward along it.Waves of panic still intensifying as those hands started exploring, a knee pressing between his legs. "...Hm?... Looks like this little girl ain't what she appears to be. Aye, that's fine too. Yer a cute one - lass or lad regardless." The words were spoken against his neck and that was it.That was all he could take before his panicking went full out. This wasn’t funny or amusing to him in the least. He was smaller than the male pressed against him - much smaller. But that didn't mean he didn't have some tricks up his sleeve - or rather in the air. A small magitek bit hovered in the air, firing off a shot that skimmed right over the highlander's left ear and hit the wall, leaving a nice little hole. It was enough to cause the drunken man to back up a little and just enough to give Veran the opening he needed to run like a bat out of hell. He kicked off the heels and booked it as fast as he could away from the situation and didn't look back.He was never wearing a dress for anyone ever again. Not even if it was part of one of Schala's schemes. Never. Again.(...Unless she really insisted.)

[veranisaacs]

"What would Veran do if he impregnated Schala?" [IC Prompt]

The day started out relatively relaxed, working a bit on his projects. Some light reading here and there. In fact, he was in the middle of a rather nice little book when there was a sudden feeling of foreboding. He wasn’t sure what it was exactly that suddenly made his hair stand on end but as his door flung open he had an even worse feeling he was about to find out. Especially when it was revealed to be Schala, looking none too happy about something. There was definitely a death glare involved.He was definitely in fear for his very life and he wasn’t even aware of what he’d done yet. He immediately skittered back and away, dropping his book and ears pinned back against his head. He was going to die. He knew it. Whatever it was that had Schala upset was going to be the death of him. All 9 lives. Gone. Out the window. He was so screwed and he knew it.“YOU.”The word just cemented his fears. His death sentence. He didn’t know what he did yet and he was already regretting every second of whatever it was. Oh god, that was definitely a lance being drawn. “W-Wait. L-Lady Schala…C-Can’t we just talk this out?” The butt of the lance was coming at him. He ducked under his desk, wincing as he heard the lance do some sizable damage to the furniture. Veran felt himself getting pulled out from under his desk by the tail before she suddenly moved to grab the collar of his shirt staring him down with what was probably the scariest stare he’d ever seen in his life.Speaking of which, that was flashing before his eyes about now.“…Pregnant. You… You got me pregnant.” His thoughts just immediately stopped. In fact, he just completely froze stuck in this odd sort of disbelief and incredibility. There was no way she just said what she thought she said. He misheard. He had to have misheard. He tried to speak up to ask her to repeat herself. The only thing that came out was a tiny squeak.“Wha…”“…You heard me! I’m not going to repeat it!” He let himself be shoved back, staggering into the damaged desk and swallowing as he stared at her. He still wasn’t entirely able to believe what he was hearing. This was… Well, he didn’t even know what this was. But there were now so many questions racing through his head that he didn’t even know where to start or what to do. Was he supposed to apologize? Is that something you can just apologize for? What were they going to do? The mere idea of being a father had never even occurred to him before. The idea wasn’t… well, he didn’t think it was a bad idea. Thought. Concept. He wasn’t sure it was something he was ready for now though. And with Schala? Well, he supposed it wouldn’t be so bad with Schala. Maybe. What? He was going to try to pretend that thought hadn’t just occurred to him like that.

“What…What do we… do…?” The lance was slammed into the wall just above his head. He whined softly.

  He never asked for this.

Death probably would have been a mercy at this point.

[[ schalahart ]]

[veranisaacs]

I like Heavensward gear tbh. 

Mostly I adore this shirt.

[veranisaacs]

✖ Repressed Memory

A tiny hand reached up to try to grab the crimson hair that fell just outside of his tiny arm’s range, though the female holding him paid not mind to this. She was clutching him close to her chest running as quickly as her legs would carry her through the small camp. There were muffled sounds - a mixture of shrieks, the twang of bowstrings, war cries and screams. He was entirely too young to make out exactly what was going on yet it was too clear that there was definitely something.

The woman holding him tripped clutching him tighter against her chest as they fell to the ground to protect his small body with her own. There were several footsteps approaching behind her and she was practically trapped. She glanced around wildly, looking for something, anything - and she found it. A small space between the roots of the tree she’d fallen near and the ground, carefully placing him inside. No sooner had she started to pull back from him that her eyes widened, the sharp tip of a spear through her chest and only inches away from his face. The Ixali pulled the weapon from her chest before proceeding to plunge it back in again - as if to be sure. It had pulled back to attack again before suddenly being buffeted by a sudden gust of what seemed to be wind and away from the two Miqo'te.

He wasn’t sure what was happening beyond to the Ixali, his eyes focused on the woman laying before him. She was no longer moving, simply laying face down on the grass that was quickly becoming soaked with blood. A tiny hand reached out, crawling slowly out towards her. He reached to tug gently on her ear - there was no major movement from her.

After a few more moments a man knelt beside her and examining her before shaking his head and picking the tiny Miqo'te child up.

“…She’s beyond what I can help, kid.” The man stood, still holding the child before looking down at the glowing companion. “…Come on, Aether. I believe it would be unwise of us to linger here.”

The carbuncle simply gazed up at the man and the small Miqo'te seemed momentarily dazzled by it. There had only been a few steps before he realized he was being moved away from his mother, suddenly letting out a cry and squirming in the man’s arms. He was promptly re-situated in the man’s arms.

“…Look, nothing can be done. There’s more of those creatures about, you know. You might want to tone it down.” The man picked up his pace as he spoke.“…We’ll come back tomorrow, see if anyone is left. Anyone to take you in. But I’m not a hero, boy. I’m not fighting more of those damned Ixali to save some tribe of wild Miqo'te. No matter how much you cry at me.”

[xxmoved-blog]

Memory Meme

Past experiences help shape who we are currently, how we see the world. Send in a symbol and I’ll write a drabble of one of my muse’s memories. 

—

❥ - a childhood memory

♣ - a fading memory

✂ - a vivid memory

✖ - a repressed memory

✈ - an eye-opening memory

✤ - a memory that involves romance/love

☤ - a memory of death/loss

✍ - a memory of their mother

☽ - a memory of their father

♘ - a memory of their sibling(s)

✌ - a memory of a relative

↕ - a memory that may or may not have happened

♚ - a memory of something paranormal

✓ - a sexual memory

♬ - a friend/best friend memory

[kelzthalasbandtherion]

Reblog with a gif of the animal your muse would be.

[schalahart]

… 

Schala is a … Squiger? 

[veranisaacs]

Pretty sure this is an accurate description of Veran:

“I got this. I got this. I’m going to be totally cool watch.......” /random You roll a 3. “....”

[ffxiv-rpprompts]

The Twelve RP Prompts

Send me one of the Twelve and my character will answer with…

Althyk, the Keeper - A good/bad/favorite memory.

Nophica, the Matron - Their relationship with a relative/extended family member.

Nald'thal, the Traders - Current or past jobs/work experience.

Azeyma, the Warden - A tidbit about their wealth/lifestyle.

Llymlaen, the Navigator - Their hometown/birthplace.

Nymeia, the Spinner - A craft or hobby.

Thaliak, the Scholar - Something they wish to learn about or are educated on.

Halone, the Fury - Something they are devoted to.

Menphina, the Lover - How they express their love or affection.

Oschon, the Wanderer - Their favorite place.

Byregot, the Builder - A goal or aspiration.

Rhalgr, the Destroyer - Something they dislike and why.

[schalahart]

Schala, being the most dangerous little woman that ever lived, is transported to an alternate universe (for obviously being rude) by the marvelous, exceptional, and handsome wizard, Ray! She wakes up in this new, devastatingly hot land where her clothes are shredded and her magitek is malfunctioning, dying without it's power source. There are scaly lizards gnawing at her toes... It's five velociraptors! With the roar of a Tyrannosaurus in the distance, how will Schala Hart survive?

It felt like Thanalan when she arose, but there was something foreign about her surroundings. In the sky there were little clouds, perhaps a sign that it hadn’t been intending to rain for some time. Gathering herself, she pushed into a seated position and took note of her scraggly clothes. Nearby there was the unmistakable sound of the ceruleum power core dying within her Magitek armor. At first, it didn’t appear that Veran or anyone else was transported here. The sound of bushes rustling nearby incites her attention and she glances towards the shifting greens. Hesitating, she pushes the bush to the side and sees a hunched looked miqo’te. A bit more scuzzy perhaps, but she reaches forward – certain that her fixation is none other than… VERAN?!Large sabertooth fangs jut out of the once recognizable pussy, but this time around he is a bit more… stupid looking? Hair is disheveled in many places and there is a pungent aroma that makes Schala reconsider her decision. Incoherent grunts and growls are made at her as the inquisitive yet more abrasive Veran teeters on one foot to the other. “Clearly, I was mistaken!” She quickly backpedals towards the reaper and gives it a once over. It didn’t honestly appear that the machine was salvageable at this point. A disheartened groan came from her as Veran 1.0 was making ook-ook sounds when it noticed the Reaper. Naturally, she thought, he would be drawn to it like a magnet. “Do you think you can-…? HEY!” Without warning, the Reaper was being stripped of a metal Garlean plate. “Don’t do that!” Schala reached for her bracelet, only to find it too was without an aether source and her lance was not going to appear. A stream line of curses escaped her as she stomped around before making the brilliant decision to arm herself with the gear selector rod from the Reaper’s cockpit. Jabbing the end of it towards Veran 1.0, she is rewarded with a pained yowl and a dejected look. The metal plate is dropped as the ground shifts from its heavy weight. But just then, there is the unmistakable call of a raptor signaling an attack. Five shadows rush out of the jungle behind them as sharp claws perpetually shift with the closing in reptiles. If that was to earn a groan of annoyance, Schala could just make out the distinct sound of a Tyrannosaurus roaring. Its sound was enough to ward off the assault by the raptors. But the thunderous advance of the behemoth reptile was not too far off – in fact, it was becoming more precedent. The new Veran was no longer within eyesight, and Schala was regrettably annoyed that her diversion had made an escape. Another roar directed her focus as she kept hold of that new metal weapon. It was no spear, but perhaps it’d make a good toothpick for the T-rex. Having never been one to back down from a fight or losing her firepower, there was a sudden inclination to run. As the T-rex emerged, its size was enough to jostle her thoughts and remind her where she was on this new food chain. Feet carried her towards the jungle where thick greens could only do so much to conceal her. A large tree with open roots stood nearby and she quickly made refuge in its base.The steps of the T-rex continued to make the ground tremor and quake, and there was no notice of receding steps. It had to be out there… It just ha- Snapping jaws interrupted her thoughts as the roots barely held the intruding snout away from her. The metal rod was jabbed at the flaring nostrils in an act of retaliation as the T-rex roared in defiance. The jaws snapped again as hundreds of teeth snapped at roots that protected her. Where she was cornered, it didn’t appear she could do much else to fend off her giant assailant. But just as all hope was quickly fading, the sound of metal crashing on the T-rex’s noggin sounded. Nearby, Veran stood with a goofy grin on his face before pointing at the now unconscious T-rex. It’s whole body must have collapsed at about the same time because the small pea brain couldn’t exactly register what happened to its now cracked skull. Schala adjusted herself before pulling out from beneath the tree and looking to Veran. “I think we found our new Reaper.”…As days would come to pass… The new terror of the Cretocious Period would be Schala with her Tyrannsaurus Reaper and sidekick Veran the metal clobber-er.

[[ veranisaacs rae1706 ]]

[dboybaker]

[nejaplz]

Get to know the mun

[veranisaacs]

Tagged by: nejaplz

Time and Date: 4:12pm 07.14.2015

Average Hours of Sleep: 5-6 hours

Birthday: November 20th, 1987

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Asexual-Panromantic

Height: Somewhere between 5′1′’-5′2′’

Favourite Colour(s): Blue and Black.

One Place That Makes You Happy: In front of my computer.

How Many Blankets Do You Sleep Under: One, occasionally 2.

What Are You Wearing Right Now: Blue classic Megaman shirt, jeans and my trusty red Converse

Favourite beverage: Diet Coke

Favourite Food: It’s a toss up between chicken Yakisoba and Tiramisu

Last Movie You Watched: Jurassic World 

Dream Vacation: A European Tour followed (very) closely by Japan.

Dream Wedding: IDEFK.

Dream Pet: Savannah Cat (I’d name it Uri and it would be amazing.) 

Dream Job: Voice acting, video game/anime/manga character designer and/or story writer

Tag 9 People You Want To Get To Know: Pretty much everyone I follow has already been tagged with this thing by someone else but if not consider this you being tagged, probably.

[veranisaacs]

TMI Tuesday: What is the one thing Veran wants more than anything?

It was an odd question. What he wanted more than anything…? He supposed everyone probably had something and the more he thought about it, the more embarrassed he got over what he knew was the answer. He couldn’t stop the blush making it ways across his cheeks or the ears drooping in what was very obviously embarrassment. 

“I just…I want to be useful. I just… I want to have a purpose and be important…” 

The Miqo’te’s words were quiet and there’s obvious shame in his tone. It seemed to him like such a stupid and pathetic thing to want but he’d honestly found the further he goes in life the more ‘stupid and pathetic’ seemed to make up what he was at the core. He hated that.

“…I don’t want to be anyone’s burden and I don’t want to be the huge screw up that can’t do anything to help others.” 

Emerald green eyes stared hard down at his own lap not really feeling able to look up. He felt like most of what he was saying was saying that he didn’t want to be the person he was. 

He hated being such a coward. He hated screwing up when he tried to be helpful. He hated a vast majority of what he was.

What he truly wants more than anything else was to be someone worthwhile. Someone dependable, that could be counted on. Someone that was really worth other people’s time and someone that really made a difference in people’s lives. 

But he also felt rather certain that the one thing he really wanted wasn’t something someone like him could ever obtain.

[schalahart]

TMI Tuesday: Has Schala ever started having feelings for anyone more than 'friendship'?

The book lay flat on itsspine as a pen meticulously swayed and jabbed at the open pages. Ink quicklyfilled the vacant spaces as words began to tell the story.

The Empire has never felt farther since I came to Eorzea… While Lailahas the expedition of feigned joy, I am miserable. The only reprieve I get iswhen I get to fight or find time to myself, and even that has become a hassleas of late. Granted, I can’t say it is –that- awful. My defection has enabledme to meet a great many people to a depth I never conceived possible, let alonefound myself interested in wanting to pursue.

I suppose if I had taken a different route, and severed communication,I could become as autonomous as a Magitek machine, resulting in not consideringthese feelings or thoughts. At any rate, I failed to do that and thus I havefound myself in a conundrum. I have found my identity in a crisis here. Thatthe person I am is just a charade, when in reality – I am lethal and a killer.They don’t understand what life is to me. I kill, I hate, and I conquer. Whatmore could a girl ask for?

A friend or lover? Preposterous. Those are obstacles that need to bekept at arm’s length at all times. While I resent my father for his cruelty, hewas strong in understanding what it took to live. Even as I ask myself this,will my allies and I be enough? I daresay… I have already accepted thisdependency on others, and if I hadn’t… I’m fairly certain I would still tryalone.

Either way, I don’t expect my fate to change. Whatever result may comeabout it, I will oppose death until the very end.

…

I should add this bit I guess…

Yeah… Takkhi and Nej’a should probably get together. It would keep themaway from me so I could conspire to do more nefarious schemes. I mean seven hells,Nej’a will be so infatuated with her once he gets some fucking balls.

And fuck Gin. Stupid old fart pervert!!!!

…

This has never occurred to me before… but if I lose Veran… I lose my Magitekmechanic…. Why did he have to be such a pussy?!! Gods damn.

The page was ruefully torn from its place and quickly crumpled into a ball of crinkles and torn edges. Without warning, it was pitched into the fireplace where a cake had been tossed in some moments before. 

[[ takkhimouina nejaplz veranisaacs lailahart ]]