#oc: Zeph mercar

[grenyxx]

I‘ve been trying to take nice pics of Zeph, but she always looks just a bit disapproving and/or upset about someone‘s life choices…

I will abandon the mission for now and think of little friendship dynamics she could have in the AU instead, do let me know if you happen to be interested : )

[seizethemage]

A Moment Of Stillness — Jordan and Zeph

In the time after the dragon attack, two shadows engage in Totally Platonic cuddling.

Zeph belongs to @grenyxx

This was supposed to be a little doodle but it got away from me. Enjoy a break in the angst!

[bubblecat-co]

RRAU Beach Episode Resort Room assignments Floor Two

Here are the room assignments for those who did fill out the form!

for those in the discord wish to RP and have your oc have a room you can set that up and work with another person to have a roomie (or more). Again, this wasn't necessary it was just for fun

Types of Rooms

Basic Room - Can have up to three beds, enough space for everyone. simple and nice. Decorated to match the floors theme.

The room is a good size, having two beds and a large window that has a perfect view of the beach. The walls are decorated to fit the beachy vibes of the area around them.

Couples' Suite - Has one bed. Comes with a care package for the happy couple that ends up in the room, has a balcony/porch. Aswell as their own private washroom.

The room is lavish. A bed sits in the middle of the room pushed against the wall. Placed on the bed is a small care package filled with chocolates, flowers, and some unmentionables for whatever happy couple found themselves assigned to it. The room is decorated like many of the ones on the second floor in a nautical theme. A sliding door leads out to a small balcony that the two can sit and enjoy the Rivian weather and view of the ocean in front of them.

Room Mix up - One bed trope. A not yet couple accidentally is set up to a room that has a mistake in the reservation and only gives the two (or more) one bed!

This room isn’t what was meant to be. In the reservation it was asked for two beds but upon entering it was clear there was a mistake well it MUST have been a mistake. Instead of the promised two beds there was one single bed, it is large in size. Very possible for two people to sleep in it and keep a good distance away but it still wasn’t what was promised. The room is decorated with a Beach and nautical theme in mind.

Floor 2 - Nautical

Room 201 Room Mix up: Portia de Riva ( @booksncatsworld) and Reina de Luca-Mercar (me)

Room 202 Couples' suite: Alecto de Riva ( @alystrin03) and Shirevas Mercar ( @alliminoobers)

Room 203 Room mix up: Coren de Riva ( @wrdn-tabris) and Lucas Laidir-Hawke ( @apothe-cary)

Room 204 Couples' sweet: Aria de Riva (me) and Isiah Mercar ( @a-mumbling-nerd)

Room 205 Basic room (two beds): Tira laidir ( @tiravi) and LIselath ( @antivan-sprig)

Room 206 Room mix up: Clauduis Vesperian ( @wardentabriis) and Kay Mercar ( @purple-frost)

Room 207 Couples' Suite: Zeph ( @grenyxx) and Jordan Pavus ( @seizethemage-main)

Room 208 Room mix up: Juluis Lenarium ( @wickedadaar) and Lailani Laidir ( @sleepingtodream)

Room 209 Couples' Suite: Rose Ingellvar ( @soturoaymi) and Ariana Hawthorn ( @seizethemage-main)

Room 210 Basic room (Two beds): Herah Mercar ) @jupi-tercreates) and Tish Ingellvar ( @superk191)

[grenyxx]

Nightly Visits

In which Zeph is unwell! Who would’ve guessed.

When making the layout for Zeph’s room, I’ve added some bits about her wind chimes after the dragon attack and it gave me an idea, so here we are!

Other rooks are described, but the only one appearing in full is Jordan ( @seizethemage-main )

I have…no idea how this turned out, kinda? I just wanted to make Zeph feel bad : -)

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Zeph has been here before, on the streets of Minrathous. The dragon and Venatori are wreaking havoc, the city is falling.

But it’s warped, wrong. Everyone is taller than her, running for their lives. The passage is just left to them, can’t they see her wave? Maybe they can’t, her hand is so much smaller than it should be. She brushes her matted hair out of her face, now falling way past her shoulders, as she runs towards the passage. What’s keeping them away from it?

The dust, paired with a smell of ozone and iron makes it hard to breathe. Venatori run past her and she reaches for her mageknife, only to grab at nothing. She forgot it, just like she forgot to put on her gear, instead wearing cheap looking rags.

When trying to tap into the fade, it eludes her, only an empty feeling spreading within her. It doesn’t matter, the enemies run past her, chasing a group of civilians. She should follow, help them get out of there, but instead the scene shifts. She’s standing by the now collapsed passage.

In front of her lies a body, taller than her own. She notices the red, curly hair, like hers but shorter. Several red blotches are spreading on their clothes, partially reaching the ground to form small puddles. Cold despair spreads within herself as she looks into her own empty, unreactive eyes.

She watches people walk past. Two elves, one with an approachable look on their face and a greataxe on their back. The other has long hair and marks on their face, carrying a mageknife like she usually does, too. They both look down towards her, frown and avert their gaze, but otherwise seem unfazed.

Then, a tall human carrying a staff, with short hair that should be swept back, but has been tousled in battle. Green eyes drift over the scene, for a moment pausing on the body. They move on with a slight shake of their head, not batting an eye.

Others come, but Zeph can’t see them, suddenly standing far away. She feels a big hand on her shoulder, keeping her in place.

Her blood freezes in her veins before even seeing who it is. She recognizes the grip. Bruising and possessive.

It can’t be, not here, not now.

She should’ve been the one finding him.

“Now there’s a happy surprise.” His voice is deep and callous. “Zephyr, you little straggler. Where have you been all this time?” The name makes a chill run down her spine. It’s not hers anymore, it shouldn’t be.

He’s ecstatic, a smile being audible in his voice. Zeph has only ever experienced him this happy when he’s found a reason to punish someone.

He forces her to turn around, to watch him look down at her, the same wicked, sadistic smile as back then twisting his features. As she shrinks into herself, as though the motion could make her disappear, she fears she hasn’t changed either.

Zeph squirms as she looks into the face of the man she’s sworn to see only one last time in her life.

“And in our hour of glory nonetheless! On such an occasion, you might even see the sun again. Though, of course, only once you’ve been educated on not running off.”

Her stomach lurches at the thought. The white-hot pain, the cuts and burns, the smell of iron and rot. Her breathing quickens as she remembers the room she’s spent countless days in, unsure if she’ll ever see the outside again.

She won’t go back. She can’t, not like this, not ever.

She tries to writhe out of his grip, to fight, but to no avail. She’s nothing but a child again, sobbing in terror at what’s to come, begging to go home.

“Ah, but you are home, Zephyr. Do I need to remind you of your belonging?”

The grip on her shoulder tightens, she feels the scars on her body light up in pain as they did years ago. She knows they will soon break open again as he pulls her away, back into-

Zeph jolts up, reaching for the knife on her bookshelf, willing a buzz into her fingertips, before realising the man is gone, for now. The ringing in her ears is only overpowered by the sound of her own heartbeat, the ache in her chest as she gasps for air.

She moves trembling fingers over her shoulder, feeling the raised, but intact, skin at the beginning of a long scar. But the walls keep moving closer towards her, she’s cornered, trapped. She frantically tears at the curtain next to her to look outside, without noticing the soft clinking right next to her. It’s still nighttime, it’d be generous to assume more than an hour has passed.

For a few seconds she stands still, almost anticipating his return, her dream forcing itself into reality. She takes a deep breath, despite her best effort it comes out stuttering.

It’s been a while since Zeph last saw this face in her dreams, though her reaction still hasn’t changed. She had sworn to watch the life leave his eyes the next time she sees him, to be the one driving the blade into his body.

He might’ve been in Minrathous during the attack. If she’d seen him, could she have done it? Or would she have frozen at the recognition, unable to act? Letting him take others, to be treated just like she was?

Her teeth clench as she digs her fingernails into her palms. She tosses her blanket aside to get up, only then noticing something shifting, another gentle clinking emits at the movement.

The wind chimes she’s bought, delicate instruments consisting of thin metal pipes and colorful glass components. She must’ve knocked them down with the curtain. She stands up while grabbing one of them.

It’s the first time she’s heard their sound since hanging them up. The moment they were brought here, they proved useless. Inadequate, not up to the task.

Just like her.

Just like with the tunnels, she didn’t even consider checking the circumstances beforehand. Her blood starts to boil at the thought. It’s her own fault they don’t work. It’s her fault if people died in the tunnels, and it’s her fault that this bastard is still alive to haunt her dreams.

Her fist clenches around the worthless item, the thin pieces threaten to cut into her skin before she launches it across the room in a fit of rage.

A horrifically loud clattering sounds as it hits the wall, the small glass components shattering upon impact.

She remembers her own dead eyes, watching her friends walk past without a care. It may have been a dream, but who’s to say there is no truth to it?

The other wind chimes follow moments later, she won’t miss them. What is there to mourn about them? About herself?

Her throat and chest hurt, she chokes back a sob. The air itself seems to be pressing down on her, all she can do is try not to be pushed down onto the floor by it. The silence surrounding her, combined with the constant ringing in her ears, sounds as unbearable as nails on a chalkboard. Through blurry vision she grabs her shoes; she needs to get out of here. Out of this room, of her mind.

Moments later she stumbles onto the hallway, leaving without a clear destination. The sound of her own footsteps echo off the walls as she hurries past the others’ rooms. Through either fate or her own subconscious leading her, she ends up at a familiar door. Her mind can’t catch on before her hands already push it open to step inside. It’s just as she sees Jordan sitting on their small couch, book in hand and startled expression on their face, that Zeph freezes.

It’s not the first time she’s shown up at night, but it never happened like this. She didn’t even knock.

It should’ve gone more lighthearted, her coming in with a tea blend and a timid smile, an unasked question. You can’t sleep either, can you? They’d sit together, either in silence or idle chatter, until dawn, or until they both fall asleep. Some difficult topics may occur halfway through, but it’s different then.

This is different. She doesn’t need a mirror to know her state, moments ago she could barely see through the tears in her eyes. It wouldn’t be right to put her issues onto Jordan. They’re all having a hard time after what happened. She should just come up with an excuse and turn around right away.

Oh, my bad, I thought that’s my room! A bit on the nose, but might work, it’s dark in the halls. Sorry, I have a terrible habit of sleepwalking! Feels unbelievable, people would have noticed that sooner. I just needed to see you. True, but she can’t say that -

“Zeph? Hello?” She must’ve zoned out, just now does she notice being talked to. It must’ve been for a while already. Jordan has gotten up from their previous spot, now standing in front of her. Even their schooled neutrality can’t fully hide the concern present on their features. Guilt sets itself into Zeph’s stomach like a stone; now she’s just causing them even more trouble.

“Are you alright?” Jordan’s tone is painfully cautious.

“Yes, I, just -”, she takes a shaky breath “Sorry, I shouldn’t have barged in, I..”

What is she even doing? She went here without invitation nor announcement, disturbing Jordan in the dead of night, over what? A nightmare?

“I’ll go. Sorry, for bothering you.” Her voice wavers, she wishes she could punch herself for it. Before she can follow that impulse though, she sees Jordan step closer towards her.

“You’re not.” They seem hesitant for a moment, seemingly studying Zeph’s face. They must be hoping for her to leave, they surely only said this to be polite. Any moment now they will start getting frustrated with her still being here, frozen in place as though one of their spells hit her.

A soft grasp at her shoulders stops her thoughts from spiraling further. She raises her head to see Jordan look at her with so much more care than she deserves. A moment passes, giving her time to move away if she wishes. Instead, she leans in, feeling an odd mix of anxiety and relief as she wraps her arms around the taller mage, holding onto them like a lifeline while biting back tears. The hug is returned almost immediately, though Jordan seems to tense in surprise at first.

Moments pass without either of them attempting to pull away from one another. She notices Jordan’s head resting against the top of her own. Zeph feels herself calm down, her previous worries melting away at the affection far too easily.

It should be embarrassing, presenting herself in this vulnerable state. But she can’t bring herself to care as she rests her head against Jordan’s shoulder, feeling their arms tighten around her at the sentiment. A warm sensation spreads within her chest, a feeling she wouldn’t dare name, for it would never possibly be reciprocated. Just for now, she can allow it to stay. It doesn’t need to mean anything.

Zeph is the first to pull away, unsure how much time has passed. Jordan seems to let go only reluctantly, briefly keeping a hand on her lower back as they gesture towards the couch.

“Sit down. I’ll put the kettle on.” Already the atmosphere is back to feeling warm and easy, almost managing to erase the memory of just minutes ago.

Zeph, while sitting down at the spot she already considers her own, looks over to the kitchenette.

“Hey, how come you’ve got a kitchen anyway? Where’s mine?”

She predicts Jordan’s amused smirk a moment before it forms. “You know the lighthouse adapts to us. You just didn’t want it badly enough.”

Zeph hums disapprovingly. “Seems unfair to me.”

“Maybe it just knew you needed an excuse to keep spending time with me.”

She feels her face heat up rapidly. They have to stop doing this.

“Shut up.” It doesn’t help that the words sound strangled as they leave her, causing a short, quiet chuckle to emit from the area of unjust luxury. Jordan doesn’t meet her gaze though, almost seeming a bit flushed in this lighting.

She’s about to admit not bringing any tea this time, but is stopped by the sight of a small tin already standing on the counter. She must’ve forgotten it some other day, probably. In the apparently odd light, it seems to be a different color than her own.

For a moment she watches Jordan, before her smile slowly drops again. She averts her gaze with a sigh.

They won’t press the topic, they never do, but it’d only be fair of her to eventually tell them. She’s already shared a few details of her past during their heaviest talks; quietly told stories of dark nights, locked narrow rooms, names of people she isn’t sure are still alive by now. It’s more than she’s shared in years, and yet not nearly enough to get the whole picture.

A part of her doesn’t want to tell it all. Zeph hates the way people’s expressions change when they start feeling sorry for someone. She still vividly remembers the way a past partner’s face dropped upon seeing the scars on her abdomen for the first time. The clear pity, the way the atmosphere immediately shifted and seemed to never change back again, no matter how much time passed.

Though as she watches Jordan set down a cup in front of her, their small smile bears none of those signs so far. Zeph returns the smile, though she can feel it turning out a bit wider than intended, and her cheeks warming up again as their eyes meet.

It isn’t a topic for tonight, but maybe for a future one.

[seizethemage]

Jordan and Zeph — RRAU

“I told you, I don’t lie to you. So believe me when I say, I am completely, utterly, and desperately in love with you.”

The lesbians finally figured it out and I finished this art to celebrate. Zeph belongs to @grenyxx as always.

Just The Lines 💃

[seizethemage]

Rook x Rook (RRAU) — Jordan and Zeph

Inspired by many conversations and their Lighthouse Tinder profiles here is Jordan and Zeph (belonging to @grenyxx) ✨

The slowest of slowburns, the romance, the secret admirer of it all, the Height Difference! My favourite shadow dragon lesbians. 🐍🩷🤍🧡

Background image, zoomed and blurred from Screen Rant

[grenyxx]

OC Deadly Sins -

Zephyr/Zeph (Rook) Mercar

I‘m decided to just shamelessly keep posting about her now! I didn‘t get tagged, but I‘m indirectly tagging anyone who feels like doing this!

LUST: (applies to all relationships, not just romantic ones) desire for connection. pursuit of pleasure. emotional intelligence. obsessive. lovesick. one-night stands. seductive encounter. flirtatious conversation. erotic party. seductive attire. revealing clothing. passionate gaze. provocative makeup. sensual expressions. suggestive gestures. flirtatious smiles. lingerie. love letters. perfumes. provocative behaviour. love poems. erotic art.

GLUTTONY. indulgence in experiences. savouring moments. hospitality. generosity. hedonism. culinary expertise. wine-tasting. excessive snacking. overloaded plates. excessive portions. bloated stomachs. messy eating. greasy fingers. full tables. indulgent spreads. overflowing cups. satisfied expressions. wine bottles. just can't get enough.

ENVY. motivation. competitive spirit. strategic planning. observational skills. bitter rivalry. contest. envious gossip. resentment-filled argument. furrowed brows. clenched jaws. side-eye looks. pursed lips. tense posture. whispering behind backs. crossed arms. gossip magazines. keeping up with the joneses. the grass is always greener. feeling inadequate.

GREED. resourcefulness. entrepreneurial spirit. negotiation. materialistic. aggressive investment. lavish spending spree. resource-hoarding. get-rich-quick schemes. auction-bidding war. property acquisition. piles of money. overflowing wallets. luxury items. locked safes. penny-pinching. rare collectibles. selfishness. unwillingness to share.

SLOTH. calmness. stress management. nonchalance. relaxation techniques. lethargic. apathetic. inactive. lazy weekend. binge-watching reading marathon. neglected chores. skipped workout. long nap. lounging on the couch. missed deadlines. unkempt appearance. messy hair. pajamas. blankets. slippers. procrastination station. self-care routines.

PRIDE. confidence. self-assurance. self-respect. dignity. public speaking. self-promotion. arrogant. conceited. egotistical. self-important. vain. boastful speech. puffed chest. raised chin. smug smiles. spotlight. tooting your own horn. showing off. refusing to admit mistakes. feeling entitled. personal branding. leadership development.

WRATH. assertiveness. decisiveness. strength. intensity. boundary setting. courage. indignant. heated arguments. physical altercation. angry outburst. clenched fists. glaring eyes. tense muscles. raised voices. reddened faces. aggressive gestures. stormy demeanour. intense frowns. destructive actions. broken objects. punching bag. out for blood. fists. simmering anger.