#oc: Ciro

[oros-ash3s]

OKAY GET ASK’D

how crafty/resourceful are they?

do they have a nickname? who gave it to them? if it's not derived from their real name, what's the story behind it?

what languages do they speak? how fluently?

how do they move? are they clumsy? light on their feet? do they use mobility aids?

do they like receiving gifts? giving gifts? what is their ideal gift?

how would your character describe themselves? it doesn't have to line up with how they really are.

okay I. May have went overboard ummmm

any characters! whoever you can find an interesting answer for… hehe

Thanks for the ask Sea ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚

I used my ol’ reliable pal wheel decide to answer this ask!! So I’ll be answering for Crow (What Lies Below), Estrella (Golden Veins), Ciro (Metamorphosis), Anya (Metamorphosis), Signe (The Chrysalis), and Felix (Saudade).

// also I gave you a bunch of asks so don’t worry you didn’t go overboard :))

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ᯓᝰ.ᐟ How crafty/resourceful are they?

Signe/476I88X21 is fairly resourceful — they have to be, belonging to the Elites, the highly revered soldiers at the head of Eden Inc. But in the same note they’re very rigid and sheltered (at least to the outside world), because of their upbringing in Eden. If they were to escape leave Eden, they probably wouldn’t actually understand how to survive.

ᯓᝰ.ᐟ Do they have a nickname? Who gave it to them? If it’s not derived from their real name, what’s the story behind it?

Crow’s birth name (also deadname) was obviously not Crow. But he chose it for himself just around the time that he was picked up off of the streets for the first time, and it stuck. Back in his old life, when he was a different person altogether, his older sister Elmira would endearingly refer to him as Zajushka/Zajushen’ka. It’s Russian for “little lamb”, a nickname that she came up with when he was just a little kid. Aurora (his younger sister) would also call him “Zi” a lot, which directly relates to his deadname.

He despises both of them.

Also to any Russian readers I’m sorry if this is mistranslated or wrong….. I did my best lmao :,)

ᯓᝰ.ᐟ What languages do they speak? How fluently?

Felix is Jamaican, Vietnamese, Colombian and Brazilian (and a smidge of French). He knows how to speak Spanish most fluently, as it was what was spoken to him growing up most frequently. But he’s also fluent in English, Vietnamese, Patois, and a bit of Portuguese. Reagan tried to get him to learn some French as well, but he ended up tuning her lessons out and daydreaming about going outside.

ᯓᝰ.ᐟ How do they move? Are they clumsy? Light on their feet? Do they use mobility aids?

Ciro is a small size, abnormally so for a Noroi of his strength. He looks to be no more than a child, no older than seven or eight. But because of this, he is quite light on his feet. He is quite fluid with his movements, and extremely fast, making little to no sound when he moves. It’s almost as if he isn’t moving at all.

ᯓᝰ.ᐟ Do they like receiving gifts? Giving gifts? What is their ideal gift?

Anya loves to make other people happy. In such, she loves gift giving, as seeing another person’s face light up at the sight of a thoughtful gift is always certain to put her in a good mood. It makes her feel content. Receiving gifts is something she doesn’t get often, so she also feels quite happy to recieve them!! It’s always an unexpected surprise for a girl who is so used to offering herself up for other people. Her ideal gift would probably be a trinket from the town, a souvenir or something. She doesn’t get to go out often, so having a reminder of the outside world would be nice.

ᯓᝰ.ᐟ How would they describe themselves?

Estrella doesn’t really have a concept of who she is. Her identity before her death is entirely forgotten, with not even an inkling or a snippet of her past life left inside her mind. Her life in the Aether has revolved mainly around finding herself, who the person she used to be was. She’d have a hard time describing herself, waving the question off and mutter something about how all she cares about is getting answers.

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[yin-shimo]

fuck a proper character page this tells you it all

[papabirdurskeks]

Ciro

An idea/concept at the moment

[retquits]

caldarus x ciro dynamic in a nutshell 🫠👍

[kim-shadin]

First drawn member of the team for a humanoid design series; Nova! Based on @momtauri costest on instagram

[mangostiine]

it's summer

[evabestkitty]

🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️Happy Pride to our favorite queers!!And Danny

I quickly made this in couple of days

Wasn't planning on it but decided later on anyway u guess

Yes I did shoehorned in Avanny in this what you gonna do? Nothing Heheheheheheghehehehe

[soupandsorcery]

"Astarion and I had a conversation about you once," Ciro says, seemingly apropos of nothing. They're stoking the fire higher in the hearth to ward away the chill in the air. Astarion is in the bath, which he'd promptly claimed for the next 'hour--no, two. Actually, just come check that I haven't drowned if you don't see me before bed'. Gale is sitting on the bed, making a face at the way it squeaks, even though the three of them have stayed in much worse places than this.

"Do I want to know?" Gale asks, and Ciro can feel him watching them. They've grown to learn the differences between the way Gale and Astarion look at them, though they both manage to convey their own hungry sort of awe with just their eyes.

Ciro smiles and feeds another small, neatly split log into the fireplace. "It wasn't bad. It was complimentary even. For Astarion."

"Oh, I'm sure that was interesting. Tell me."

The bed squeaks, and Ciro turns to see Gale lounging. He's shucked off his outer robe, and is just in a tunic and pants. For a man who looks so good in finery, Ciro thinks they might like him best when he's dressed down and comfortable. He looks more approachable then. More touchable.

"It was a little while after he bit me for the first time," Ciro explains. "And he was saying that after tasting me, he was wondering what the rest of our group might taste like. I think he compared you to a fine, well aged brandy."

Gale's eyebrows lift and something sparks in his eyes. It's curiosity, the same light he gets when he's about to spend the next few hours buried in books, chasing down some obscure spell or reference.

"Really?" he asks. "That is high praise from Astarion."

"I told you." Ciro smiles and comes to join him on the bed. It's going to be a tight fit for the three of them, but when the inn keeper offered them two rooms to divide up, they'd quickly declined. "I agreed that you'd probably taste very good."

Gale's cheeks go pink, and Ciro laughs softly. For a man who can weave erotic magic like no one they've ever met before, sometimes the simplest things make him blush. And maybe that makes sense. Maybe Gale has spent so much time with the grand and the ethereal that the small and mundane still manage to catch him off guard.

It bodes well for Ciro then, small and mundane as they are.

"What is it like?" Gale asks, sitting up on his elbows. "When he bites you?"

"It hurts," Ciro answers truthfully. "But that part is over quick. Then it just feels sort of...warm. Woozy. But Astarion always makes it a seduction. You know how he is." Gale nods. "He's good at distracting me from the pain of it and making it into something more tender."

Gale's eyes are very warm now, lit by the firelight and the heat of his curiosity and desire. "What does he do?" he murmurs. "Paint me a picture."

"That's not my thing." Of the three of them, Ciro is the worst with words, but they try anyway. "He kisses the spot where he bites me, and his hands wander. I don't really think about the pain when he's stroking me...you know."

Now their cheeks are on fire, a splash of red across their pink skin. Gale is still gazing at them intently, like he's expecting more, and Ciro feels the heat from the fire and the thump thump thump of their heart.

"Words are all well and good, Gale darling," a drawling voice interrupts them. "But they're no comparison to the richness of experience. Wouldn't you agree?"

Astarion emerges from the separate bathing area, draped in nothing but low slung pants. His pale skin glistens in the firelight, and his hair is damp and even curlier from the steam. He looks like a treat, but then, he always does.

He catches Ciro looking and smiles, small and tender, before winking at them.

"You ah-- You might have a point," Gale says, clearing his throat. "And I have been thinking about it."

"Really?" Astarion's eyebrows climb up his forehead. "I...didn't think you were interested."

"I wasn't. At first. Not that I'm opposed to you feeding yourself, of course, but Ciro had it well covered, and. Well, I'll admit I was being a bit of a baby about the pain aspect of it. But Ciro makes it sound very intriguing. And I've seen the way they look when you're finished with them."

"How I look? How do I look?" Ciro asks, glancing between the two of them.

"Soft, sleepy," Gale says at the same time Astarion purrs, "Ruined."

It's enough to make them blush darker, and then groan, falling face first into one of the pillows on the bed. "You're the worst," they mumble.

"Which of us are you talking to?" Astarion wants to know.

"Take your pick."

He chuckles, a low, rolling sound that does things to Ciro's body and their heart. It's not fair that he's so casually attractive. Or that Ciro is so easily flustered.

"Leave them alone," Gale says fondly.

"Alright, I'll turn my attention back to you then," Astarion replies. "Are you actually interested in seeing what it's like? I won't be offended if it's more of an...idle curiosity."

Gale is quiet for a moment, and Ciro can practically hear him thinking. "I suppose I should try it, shouldn't I? I can hardly be involved with a vampire without letting a little blood every now and then, right?"

"Well, you could. It's hardly a requirement. But I won't deny that I am still ravenously curious to find out what you taste like."

Ciro snorts into the pillow at the word choice and gets poked in the side for their trouble. Their men and their drama.

"We'll call it an experiment, shall we?" Gale declares. "I'll try it, and if I don't like it, no harm, no foul."

"No harm, no foul," Astarion agrees. "I should have done this better when it was my first time with Ciro. You won't be offended if I make this a little more romantic for our dear Gale, will you, pet?"

Ciro sits up and finds Astarion looking at them intently. It's an honest question, they realize, from the way Astarion looks at them and the little furrow of anxiety between his brows.

"I won't be offended," they promise him. "You've more than made up for it."

Astarion smiles, reaching for Ciro's hand to kiss the back of it before sweeping around the room. He grabs one of the chairs from the little side table and puts it near the fire, then stands in the center of their rented room with his hands on his hips. His eyes flick back to Ciro, and a smile plays around his lips.

"Could I trouble you to help me?" he asks. "Gale isn't as...familiar with pain as you are. It might help if he had a distraction." There's a mischievous glint to his eyes, and he picks up one of the pillows from the bed and lays it in front of the chair.

Ciro catches on to Astarion's meaning before Gale does, and they smile, sliding off the bed. They kiss Astarion's cheek, leaning into him for a moment. "I can be distracting," they murmur.

"You certainly can."

"I--oh," Gale says, finally catching on.

"Indeed. Come sit," Astarion drawls, gesturing to the chair.

Gale practically scrambles to obey, sitting down in the chair, legs spread. Ciro slides in gracefully, sinking down to their knees on the pillow. It's clear that Gale is nervous, from the way he's shifting and his eyes darting back and forth. Ciro can't pretend they didn't feel the same when they did this for the first time, but they've all come a long way since then.

"Breathe," they murmur to Gale. They slide their hands up his thighs, fingers massaging the muscles there. "We'll take care of you."

"Yes," Astarion agrees, moving in behind the chair. His long, elegant fingers slide over Gale's shoulders and down to his chest. "You are ours to look after."

"Alright." Gale takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, and his posture relaxes. He sits back in the chair and tips his head back to regard Astarion. "I'm ready."

"Hm, not yet, I think," Astarion murmurs. "Ciro?"

That's their cue. With an ease borne of practice, Ciro walks their fingers up Gale's thighs even more and starts unlacing his pants. Gale lifts his hips enough that Ciro can drag the garment down, freeing Gale's cock. He's already on his way to being hard, but it never does take much to get Gale going when the two of them are involved.

Ciro glances to Astarion, to make sure he's comfortable with this amount of sexual contact happening right in front of him. It comes and goes these days, and sometimes he wants to be involved, while sometimes he'd rather not be in the room at all. But now there's a honeyed warmth to his eyes, and a slow, pleased smile tucked into the corners of his mouth.

He catches Ciro looking and inclines his head a little, in answer to the silent question.

"Focus on me," Ciro murmurs to Gale, one hand wrapping around his cock to stroke it slowly.

Gale's eyes are riveted on Ciro as he sucks in a deep breath, hips already bucking minutely up into Ciro's touch. Ciro grazes his thumb over the head of Gale's cock, gathering the growing wetness from the tip to spread down as he keeps working him up.

Astarion keeps his hands on Gale too, fingers dipping under the open collar of his shirt, dancing over his collarbones.

"Ciro's beautiful on their knees, don't you think?" Astarion purrs into Gale's ear. It must have an effect because Gale's dick twitches in Ciro's hand. "So very eager and obedient. So ready to please you. To please us both."

There's so much promise in that tone of voice, and it catches Ciro up in it too, making them swallow hard.

"Perhaps we'll both indulge in how good you must taste tonight," Astarion says, and Ciro dips their head to lick a hot stripe up Gale's cock.

"Ah," Gale moans. His hands are wrapped around the arms of the chair, a white knuckled grip as Ciro and Astarion work him up between them.

"Yes, very good," Astarion continues, and Ciro doesn't know which one of them he's praising. They suppose it doesn't really matter.

They ease their mouth over the head of Gale's cock and then take him all the way down to the root. Not having a gag reflex has come in handy many a time with their lovers, especially Gale, who is surprisingly well endowed.

They hold it there for a moment, taking in the feeling of Gale in their mouth, the way the head of him hits the back of their throat, the way they can feel the tension climbing in his body.

Then they pull off, sucking in a gasp of air before going back to it.

Astarion just waits. Watches. Occasionally offers praise in his low, seduction edged voice. When Ciro glances up, they can tell that Astarion is thumbing Gale's nipple under his shirt, and that Gale is sprawled in the chair, almost boneless with pleasure.

"If you keep this up--" Gale chokes out. "I am not likely to--ah! I'm not likely to last."

"That is the goal," Astarion says. He sounds a bit breathless now, but is otherwise composed. Ciro knows that if they looked into his eyes there would be a million different emotions in them, but they focus on their task, sucking Gale down and swirling their tongue around the head of his cock.

He leaks a salty drip, which Ciro laps up eagerly, letting themself get lost in it. Gale's little moans of pleasure are almost musical, and Ciro knows from experience that he's beautiful when he falls apart.

He's close now, Ciro can taste it, and apparently Astarion can too because he chooses that moment to bite him. Ciro hears his voice, a low, "Breathe, love," and then Gale's gasping sharply.

Ciro looks up, but it's not pain on Gale's face. At least not entirely. He looks like he's in a harsh sort of ecstasy, sharp and brutal, but like he's enjoying every second of it. His body arches a bit, and Astarion keeps a hold of him, not letting him buck too hard.

He's learned, from his time feeding on Ciro, how to really refine this art. How to walk the line between pain and pleasure, and wait for the moment when the two can blend together beautifully.

Gale's there now, wrapped up in it, and Ciro has just enough time to pull back a bit before Gale comes undone, coming hard in their mouth.

Ciro works him through it, licking him clean before they pull off. Astarion pulls away a moment later, dragging his tongue over the small drips of blood that have spilled down Gale's neck. He presses a kiss, tender and soft, to Gale's neck, and then lets out a pleased sigh.

"Well?" Ciro asks, sitting back on their heels. "Was it everything you expected?"

Astarion smiles, and he almost looks drunk with it. "And more, darling. We were right, all that time ago. He's positively exquisite."

"I'm flattered," Gale says. "And spent."

"It's a very good look for you," Astarion tells him.

Between the three of them, they manage to bank the fire and move their way to bed in various states of undress. By an unspoken agreement, Gale gets the middle, and Astarion and Ciro curl up on either side of him. It is a tight fit, but Ciro has never complained about having to huddle close with these two.

It's several minutes later when Astarion speaks again. "Was that...was it alright?"

Gale chuckles and turns his head to kiss the tip of Astarion's nose. "'Alright' doesn't do it justice in the least. That was an experience. One I would be happy to repeat, if you're all willing."

"Count me in," Ciro murmurs sleepily.

"I suppose I could be convinced," Astarion replies, and he sounds very pleased behind the flippant words.

"Then it's settled."

Like so many things between the three of them, it comes down to a conversation and mutual agreement, and Ciro smiles, happy and eager to see where life leads them next.

[mizivii2sh]

sigh throwing my other oc at you guys

his name is ciros and yes he has a lot of hair

i

love big hair

so much

PLEASE I WAS JUST TOO LAZY TO DRAW HIM CLOTHING

[entropiasgift]

― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones.

para @heylelumus con cariño y algo de sadismo ;)

[cristalthenarwhalpotato]

doodle I went a lil too hard on the shading with

[puff-mmd]

Hey guys!! I have another update on ciro and kaisei's story!!! I am just on a roll lately

It turns out, ciro actually realizes after "breaking up" with kaisei that he is in fact straight and breaks up with him for real! He gets back with his ex-gf and they are definitely happy together!

So kaisei is really sad and he ends up dating yakumo and is sooo miserable but it's okay because i love to see kaisei in pain :)

(April fool's, obviously)

[yin-shimo]

💐 xuehe&ciro

because i rarely talk about the teens ill add some info :3

Ciro would be nervous on any date, but especially one with Xuehe. He's bashful at heart, yet still wants to impress him. But with Xuehe's volatile nature, he worries he'll somehow irritate him instead. Xuehe on the other hand would be pretty aloof during any date, but because Ciro and him are friends, he'd be more like 'why are you so nervous?? we've hung out b4, its no different' even tho IT IS different lolz. Xuehe would probably be the one to hold Ciro's hand first in a '🙄🙄come on' way but still be secretly blushing as he leads them wherever theyre off to.

[these 2 dating isnt canon, my bf just ships it rn]

[furiarossa]

A little headshot for one of the characters that feature in our TEDVAHRF project, Ciro Bucatini. He and his family will bring the city down to its knees, one cookie at a time...

★FurAffinity|Deviantart|Commission prices|Tapas|Pillowfort★

[retquits]

recent ciros 🦊

[ashh-ed]

oc introduction! :D

in a hopes to participate in Whumptober after quite a few months of being inactive, I thought I’d introduce my ocs who (much to their dismay) will be the victims of my Whumptober pieces! (TW: mentions of drugs, alcohol, death of sibling). This might get really confusing so apologies in advance! :))

the simplified, summarised version is here, and more details of the overall story and character relations are under the cut:

koi - whumpee, mainly following the defiant whumpee trope and emotional/psychological whump

guido - caretaker, sometimes unwilling but overall wants to help (!secret crush on koi!)

cantaro - whumper, mob boss

fab - whumpee, mainly emotional whump but sometimes physical

important side characters:

ciro - fab’s dead brother, subject of koi and fabrizio’s emotional whump

catalina - another caretaker who actually has medical experience so helps guido

now for the in depth introduction for those wanting to learn more about my story! :D note that this takes place in a mafia controlled Buenos Aires - the main thing to know is there are 2 rival families: the Tizianos and Cantaro’s family.

we’re starting off strong with Koi.

Koi is a 24 year old Egyptian male. He’s got loads of tattoos and piercings, and is a pretty tall, strong build guy. Koi works as a sex worker, which is how he got into trouble with Cantaro (the main Whumper of this story). Koi was caught sleeping with Cantaro’s wife and thats how he gets into the whump situation. I would class Koi as a defiant whumpee, and he’s also got a hefty backstory. In short, his lover, Ciro was shot in a drive-by in front of him, when they were 18. This had a huge impact on Koi and led to drinking and drug issues, and he managed to get coerced into being a prostitute and hit man by the Tizianos :( he’s really reluctant to accept any form of help as he feels a lot of shame after being taken by Cantaro which makes for an interesting recovery story.

up next, our caretaker Guido

Guido is also 24, same age as Koi as they’ve been best friends since kids. He was also good friends with Ciro, and was also there that night when Ciro was shot. Guido fled the country and got involved in crime organisations before returning to Argentina to work with the Tizianos there, and he feels slightly guilty about this as he left Koi on his own, being one of the causes why Koi was targeted and forced into prostitution by said mafia family. Guido is not a good person. He is greedy, mean and selfish. But he has a soft spot for Koi because he is in love with him, which he kind of hates but cant help how he feels. He’ll never admit it to Koi obviously. They lived together before Koi went missing and Guido takes care of Koi after rescuing him.

i could never forget Fabrizio

Fabrizio/Fab, is 18, and he is the younger brother of Ciro. This will mean a lot of emotional whump, as the violent streets of Buenos Aires have taken everything from Fab. He is the son of Santos Tiziano, the former leader of the Tiziano crime family, rivals to Cantaro’s family. Fab watched Santos get killed in front of him by Cantaro, but managed to escape Cantaro, for now. Fab is friends with Koi and Guido as they’re part of the crime family, but Fabrizio wants to get out of Buenos Aires, he’s not meant for this life. Fab is really sweet and loves cooking, he ends up moving to Louisiana at age 17 to escape all the crime family stuff in Argentina… but can he run forever?

no matter how essential to the storyline, you could never make me like Cantaro

Eleutario Cantaro (he goes by his last name usually), is a horrid man. He’s the leader of the Cantaro crime family, who openly challenge the Tizianos. Both are fighting for complete control of Buenos Aires, and while the Tizianos seem more powerful for now, the scales often get tipped and swayed. It is said that Cantaro shot Ciro, to weaken the Tiziano family. Cantaro is the main whumper here, and he is very violent and just hates Koi, so prepare for that. He is super power hungry, and wil do anything to gain more power, get revenge etc.

and last but never least, the guy who sort of set the whole story into motion, Ciro

Ciro is the eldest son of the Tiziano family, however he was shot in front of Guido and Koi when he was 18. Ciro was Koi’s lover, although they only got to date for about 6 months before the incident, they had been friends since childhood though. Ciro’s death led to Koi being pulled into the mafia circle properly, as he knew too much by this point to just walk away from the situation, and it also inadvertently led to the death of his and Fab’s dad. Ciro will mainly be mentioned in emotional whump, as Koi loved him dearly, and he was also Fab’s older brother. I am planning to write and post a Ciro death piece on here so that will be fun!

That’s pretty much everything? Thanks to anyone who read all of that, I appreciate you!!! <3

My favourite hobby is talking about my OCs so feel free to ask any questions about them/the story!