#sky oc: Llyr

[albino-parakeet]

Llyr’s backstory

(I am in no way a writer so this probably sucks lol)

Llyr’s character sheet

The fan Dinosaur Season that this follows for context.

Immediately after Llyr had fallen, they were adopted by a group of moths following an older sky kid that called themself a guide. Despite Llyr being a cautious moth, they had somehow managed to fall behind during the group's travel through the Hidden Forest. With very little light, they sought refuge in one of the small caverns from the eroding rain. After waiting for an undetermined amount of time, they decided to see if the cavern they hid in had a way out of the rain and possibly a place with other sky kids. Fumbling around in the dark, Llyr traveled through the small connecting tunnels for what felt like hours until finally seeing sunlight.

What they see is not a Sky landscape they’ve become accustomed to. A large rolling plain, similar to prairie, that stretches far from sight scattered with a few boulders but surround by walls of stone that extend high into the sky where only a large opening has sunlight beaming down. The sense of awe is cut short by a very low thunderous noise that shakes their whole body. Llyr turns their head and is met with a creature with a neck too long to be normal and a beak that makes up most of its head towering over them, it walks on all fours but has wings for its front limbs. Llyr is frozen in panic, unsure of what to do until the creature snaps it’s beak near them grazing their left arm with a loud *POP*. Llyr still weak from the rain and no light source in sight to give them a chance to recharge, they break into a full sprint, maybe if they make it to one of the rocks they might be able to hide-

Before they know it, they’re lifted off the ground by their cape with a rough tug that causes them to release a sharp yell. They drop for a second only for the creature to grab them again quickly, readjusting it’s hold to Llyr’s mid section holding them horizontally. The pain is blinding and they’re pretty sure something is broken, everything is blurring as the beast begins walking, it’s steps causing the pain to surge with each shift of its weight.

Llyr doesn’t know how long the creature has been walking due to their consciousness fading in and out, but a sudden force makes the beast stumble and drops Llyr with a screech. They expect the intense pain of hitting the ground but are met with someone’s catch. The softness is a welcoming feeling but is quickly removed as their savior places them on something sturdy, warm, and… alive? Llyr opens their eyes and sees a scene out of some kind of book. Their savior, which looks like a burly Shepard is waving a large staff at the winged beast, and is accompanied with another creature they’ve never seen before. It’s head is adorned with horns and positions it’s four legs into an unmovable stance next to the Shepard, occasionally thrustings it’s head at the threat when it reaches too close.

It doesn’t take long for the beast to realize it’s at a disadvantage and quickly gallops (ah no wonder running didn’t work) in the opposite direction before taking off with one big thrust against the ground with its forelimbs. A call echos through the valley and becomes quieter as the beast glides further away. Llyr loses consciousness as the Shepard starts feverishly jogging back to them.

They awake in a small room, their simple mask and ripped brown cape neatly folded on a small table next to the makeshift bed they sit up from. Bandages are wrapped neatly around where the thing’s beak had them in its grip, and a sling for the arm it snapped at, guess it did more than just graze it. Filtered sunlight spills through a window. How long were they out for? Where am I? Their thoughts are interrupted by the door being opened slowly with a person’s head peering in, and then opened fully when seeing Llyr sitting up.

It’s the Shepard that saved them, he grabs a chair from the corner and pulls it up beside the bed. He’s obviously relieved they’re awake but still has intense worry plastered on their face as they talk. Unfortunately anything he asks Llyr doesn’t understand, either it’s a dialect or a completely different language either way all of it sounds like gibberish to them. The Shepard comes to this realization by the third or fourth question as Llyr’s face becomes more upset, and just sighs before gesturing to Llyr’s abdomen; making a wrapping motion with his hands.

The pain is almost immediate once the first couple bandages are removed, seems like the pressure was keeping it in check. It makes Llyr lose their breath and instinctively grabs The Shepard’s shoulder tight with their free hand in effort to communicate the pain. The Shepard stops for a second, softly saying something that sounds like an apology, and then yells over his shoulder towards the door. Loud footsteps grow closer until a person, similar in build to the Shepard, practically slams into the side of the door frame in a half effort to stop without falling over. The person exchanges a few words with The Shepard, it almost sounds like an argument they’ve probably had when Llyr was asleep.

The two calm down and the new person makes a gentle swatting motion towards the Shepard’s hands; grabbing the bandages themself. Llyr is prepared for the pain to continue but is surprised by how slow and meticulous they remove each wrapping. It takes maybe an hour for all of the dressing to be unwrapped without causing Llyr any unnecessary pain, and what they are met with is a large painful scar cutting a clear path across the width of their abdomen staring back at them. It’s healed for the most part but is still trying to scab over in some areas, they can’t see their back but they can guess that it bears a similar wound.

The person, that Llyr finds out later is The Shepard’s partner, pulls out a little box full of medicinal herbs and the like from under the small table beside the bed. They both seem to mull over what to use before finally picking out a small jar, unscrewing the cap to reveal a cream with a very pungent smell. Llyr is obviously suspicious of the odd smelling ointment, but the two in front of them have been nothing but helpful and as far as they know the only ones taking care of them. So reluctantly they allow The Shepard to apply the cream. It stings at first but as the other spreads it more evenly, the pain numbs and becomes more of a light pressure.

After waiting for the cream to dry, the Shepard’s partner rewraps Llyr’s abdomen with fresh bandages, but not as tight as before. The worried couple offer some kind of sliced fruit to get Llyr to eat something. Even though Llyr doesn’t technically need to eat, they do so to ease the two’s worry a little. The fruit is tart and definitely has an interesting texture but tastes heavenly after all that pain. Making sure Llyr is comfortable the couple start to make their leave to let them rest, leaving a small gold bell decorated with a white feather atop the small side table. The Shepard points to the bell, doing a ringing motion and then points to himself before closing the door on the way out.

The sunlight outside shines in a way that suggests it’s maybe midday, but enduring the pain of their wound being redressed had spent whatever energy they had left. As Llyr gets under the covers, they wonder how the group they were traveling with was doing. Did they even know they went missing? Are they looking for them? Do they care? Sleep takes hold before Llyr’s thoughts spiral any further.

The passing days are a blur spent mainly in bed resting or sitting on the small house’s porch over looking the surrounding landscape, usually they’re accompanied by The Shepard’s partner. Due to the language barrier Llyr doesn’t know his name, but Llyr calls him “The Painter” on account of them always having an easel set up when Llyr makes the journey outside. The Shepard is gone for a good amount of the daytime, taking care of a herd of those horned creatures takes a lot of walking around apparently. The Painter had invited them to sit on the porch steps one afternoon to wait for The Shepard’s return. Llyr hadn’t notice at first but The Painter is missing his left leg. They motion to it, trying to emote their curiosity about the missing limb. The Painter seems a little hurt, gripping at where the prosthetic meets the stump. Llyr immediately flails their free arm in an effort to say "No don't worry about it! I'm sorry for bringing it up!"

But is soon interrupted by The Painter's deep laugh at Llyr’s flailing that makes the dampened mood a little lighter. He reaches for the small sketch pad and pencil placed next to him and starts drawing simple stick figures. Llyr scoots closer so they can see the sketch pad easier. He doodles scenes of what looks like a war he was an unwilling soldier for, hinted by the multiple “x”s and sad faces he scribbled on the top of the page. Apparently something happened during one clash, ending with The Painter sent to a medical tent; waking up missing his left leg. The cot next to him was occupied by a soldier in a similar predicament, having a stump where his right arm should be. Days turned to weeks and the thought of having to be returned to the battlefield grew more of a possibility as more wounded filled the space only for them to be thrown back to the fight a few days later. What some of the nurses have whispered, their side had been losing and instead of surrendering; have been pushing the wounded as fodder. The soldier next to him finally spoke up later that night, his voice hush and full of fear. He told of a rumor, a place they could escape to, where others running from the war had found refuge. The idea was crazy, especially in their conditions, but it was better than staying and being forced to fight in the never ending chaos. So the next night they stole what supplies they could carry and snuck out, their nights were spent stumbling through the wreckage of previous battles still littered with weapons and armor; days spent hiding to rest in fear of being captured. It took what felt like forever before they finally arrived to the entrance of a cavern- Llyr too engrossed in the little doodles doesn’t hear a distant roar far from view. The Painter puts the sketch pad aside, a small chuckle escapes his lips before giving Llyr a reassuring pat on the back and points to the distance as the herd crests a small hill. A cacophony that brings a smile to Llyr’s face as it’s become the sound of home to them for the past month. The light sound of their bells that hang from their necks being a juxtaposition to the horned animals size and strength. Each animal sports 4 gold like horns longer than arms length, the brow horns curving up while the slightly longer horns on top of its’ crest curve out. They tower over Llyr and are still pretty sizable compared to The Shepard and Painter, the animals’ adorned crests adding to their size. As the herd disperses more, The Shepard is in eyesight giving a large arcing wave with his right wooden arm and an excitable jog towards the house, a black fuzzy puffball is cradled in his left arm.

(I’ll continue this in another post cause it’s getting long lol. But this is the first of it)

#Sky cotl #sky cotl oc #oc: Llyr #Writing is definitely not my strong suit… #I’m more of a visuals person. But ough drawing all this sounds even more exhausting…. #I originally thought of a mid sized theropod grabbing Llyr. But oh how horrifying is it to imagine a giraffe sized flight capable predator- #Chasing a poor sky kid. Truly the perfect krill equivalent in this ecosystem. #Anyways The Shepard and The Painter are living my dream life of being Ceratopsian keepers lol #What’s a sky kid oc origin story without a little angst? #Sky kids can eat but don’t need to in my mind. #sky but with dinosaurs #I also changed how the Painter/Artist and Shepard meet from my original Dino season draft. #Yes sky kids can bleed and get injured like people. It came free with them being stars having to live in a mortal shell.

[talvi-tuuli]

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#my art #art #digital art #digital illustration #drawing #krita #oc #oc art #original character #llyr #sky #cloud #dream

[unholyretributioncomes]

I’m sorry, but I have to talk about my OC’s. Specifically, my boys and how they are in bed.

Aqil: The miracle child of a Middle-Eastern Incubus and a Germanic vampire, Aqil has been around a long time and has had many lovers of historical significance from Alexander the Great, Kathrine the Great, and Leonardo De Vinci. This boy’s sexual preference is consenting adult, but will absolutely melt for strong people; be that emotionally strong, physically strong, or any other kind of strength. 

-How he is in bed: His focus is on his partner’s pleasure. If he is in a relationship with the person, he only feeds when he has permission, and even if not his partner, he never takes enough to make them weak...except maybe in the knees. He is a switch, but he truly shines as a service top. He feeds off his partner’s pleasure (both literally and metaphorically) and he can be anything you want: sensual and tender? You got it. Fast and hard? Sure. Biting, scratching, bruising rough? Pick a safe word. He molds to his partners needs and wants and will try just about anything once, so don’t hide your kinks he has probably done weirder.

Llyr: Yes the Welsh/Irish sea god. He amicably divorced from his wife after he was trapped in isolation for thousands of years, and they remain friends. She supports him in his romantic endeavors and has and will act as his wingman. While he is not opposed to one-night stands, he prefers something a bit more meaningful, and cannot stand silence after spending so long alone. He does have a preference for women, but if a man manages to catch his eye he won’t say no. His is attracted to people with a lot of passion and sincerity. Hair long and thick enough to pull and a nice set of expressive eyes are certainly a bonus.

-How he is in bed: This man gets off by you getting off. He is insatiable and loves to please. He will edge and deny himself as he brings his partner pleasure after pleasure, orgasm after powerful orgasm. If his sheets are not completely soaked by the end of the night, he considers it a failure. He is a master with his fingers, playing his partner like a mastered instrument, and with his mouth devouring his partner like a starved man put in front of a feast (though be mindful of beard burn. He has lotion set aside for this, but he can get a little too into it sometimes). He is also so old and experienced that by the time he is actually buried deep inside you, he can time his orgasm with his partner’s *cough cough* fifth *cough cough* orgasm.

Latobius: A Germanic god of the sky and mountains, Roman occupation claims he is similar to Jupiter. He actually hates that with a passion and would much rather just hang out with his birds than force himself on anything with a heartbeat. Not to say that he is a shut-in, he’s not. He just hates being compared to the Roman equivalent of Zeus. He is drawn to compassionate, empathetic people, and like many other gods, his sexual preference is consenting adult- though he does like a good set of titties.

-This man, like his girlfriend, is a switch. Sometimes he likes pounding his partner into the mattress, sometimes he likes being pounded into the mattress. He also has impeccable stamina. He is aware of many kinks, but hasn’t really dabbled in them as he has been sticking to vanilla for the most part. However that is about to change, as even though his girlfriend is a switch, she is also a professional dominatrix and he is enthusiastically experiencing a myriad of them with the talented hands of an expert. Because she is so good at her job, he can basically cum on command.

Alastar: A Scottish werewolf, this man his massive in size in every possible way. If he held a tiny dog, the dog would be hidden by his muscles. He tends to lean towards those of a bookish or nerdy personality, someone to balance him out. He has a lot of combat experience and mix that with his muscles and the fact that he is 6′6 it makes his current job of a bouncer that much easier. He is also very, very homosexual, and has no problems making out with a complete stranger to shut up a homophobe.

-He is a top. He has tried bottoming, and he doesn’t care for it, but will on the rare occasion if his partner really wants to top. He tends to be more on the rough side, but he is always very attentive to his partner and despite often leaving bruises and/or bite marks, this man is the king of aftercare. Whatever the sub wants/needs for aftercare, he will do so.

#OCs #NSFT #My boys!

[sleepy-and-anxious]

OC TAG GAME! 

Hey guys! I was tagged by @avatarwriting (Thaaaaaaaaaaaaanks my friend~) to talk about the inspiration behind my original character names. Okay, so disclaimer first: My OCs have been in my head for nearly a decade now so some of them were named when I was like 10 and everything had to have meaning and others were named when I was 15 when i just liked it because they sounded cool or because it was ironic.

So yeah this may not be that interesting. I’m gonna talk about my small group of characters who I just refer to as The Young Demon Pack from my WIP Good For Something. 

Rules: Share your inspiration for your character names and tag some other writers!

Ciel ‘Cato’ Tanner: Okay so this is my MC and their first name means heaven or sky in french. Theres a huge theme throughout my WIP of religion and belief systems so honestly I thought it would be amusing to name one of my most sinful characters after Heaven also because I was obsessed with Kuroshitsuji as a teenager and i really liked the name Ciel so fight me. 

The name Cato means “shrewd” (having astute judgement) which I think suits her more.  

August Tancred Amonet: So, August apparently derives from Augustus which means “Esteemed” or “Venerable”. It works seen as he’s a notorious guy of noble birth but I only chose it because August is his birth month. Simple as that. 

Tancred means “well-thought advice” which tbh he lacks a lot of

Trainor Ronan Llyr: Okay, so Trains name is derived from the Irish gaelic words “Threin Fhir” meaning “Strong Man”. 

Ronan means “little seal” which is a homage to his curse aka magic ability to manipulate water 

Also, he’s one of the characters who’s surname has an inspiration too and isn’t just random or made up. LLyr is the name of the welsh god of the sea. I go to university in coastal wales so this is just in here for me, really. 

Kruse Alexander Moreau: Kruse is apparently used as a nickname for people with curly hair in german and dutch. Kru has a lot of hair and its very curly. Again, its really that simple. 

Alexander, is technically the name of a character from another WIP of mine (that I am nowhere near ready to write yet), who is Kruse’s ancestor. Alexander means “the defender of men”. 

Blood Anna-Marie Butler: Now, probably the most morbid. As most know what blood is, I won’t explain it other than its in reference to something her nursemaid said when she was born and killed her mother in childbirth. “That girl will bring nothing but bloodshed” and her Father decided to name her after something dark in hopes she rejects it completely and gains a strong moral compass.

 Anna-Marie was her mothers name. Anna means “favour”, “grace” or “beautiful”. Marie means “sea of bitterness” or “rebellion” or “wished for child” 

Butler is another name with not a meaning as such, but a story behind. Her father was a bastard and therefore when he became part of noble society the queen let him choose his own last name. He chose to use his profession as his surname.

Okay, now that you all know the meanings behind my stupid characters I get to tag people.

so 

Dun Dun Dun 

@moiraaward @tawnywrites @writeawayjake @goforwardgreenwriter @dantedevereaux

AND ANYONE ELSE WHO WANTS TO DO IT! (also no pressure to do this if you don’t want to, my dudes.) 

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