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,, i wanna show my ocs for stellamore and wtnc but i cant d r   a  w

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some Uri and family facts!!

- His favourite foods are all spicy as hell, but he can handle it like a champ, it’s traditional where he comes from.

- He’s not used to drinking though, and like I mentioned before, is q uite a lightweight.

- He really likes fruit for sweets, especially mangoes and lychees.

- He’s not good at staying still for too long, and walks around when he’s thinking abt something.

- Loves gold and jewels but doesn’t wear them a lot after he went to Vesuvia. He especially likes rubies.

- His hair is a fiery red, but after Zethys cursed him, it starts slowly turning white from the tips.

- He tans easily and looks heckin good when he does.

- He has a small amount of body hair, mostly arms and chest, and can grow a beard if he doesn’t shave, but prefers not to.

- His dad was his biggest influence, even though his mother was actually also in the army she died in battle when he was abt 5 so he barely remembers spending time with her.

- Uri has two older brothers (Abel, 3 yrs older than him, and Lazarus, 6 years older than him), both seasoned commanders and he grew a bit in their shadow bc of their enthusiasm for battle being a lot bigger than Uri’s.

- They have a p good relationship though, he really looks up to his brothers in some ways! Lazarus for example is a goddang badass and basically everything his family wants Uri to be, which is partially what he aspires for too. I named him that after the biblical myth because of smth that happens to him, which is basically he suffered a major wound in battle (Stabbed through the chest), but it barely missed his organs and he survived, with less stamina but still able to keep his post.

- Abel is a bit more of a Snot™. He’s the middle kid so didn’t feel as important as Lazarus, but still managed to push Uri around when they were kids. He took out his resentment on his older brother on Uri a lot, and Uri kinda thinks he was prayin Lazarus would die when he suffered the accident cause then he’d be the next patriarch instead. Uri doesn’t hate him though, he kinda has some sympathy for him considering he was the one their father wanted the most from and Abel constantly got compared to his older brother and told he’d never be as good as he was. I named him after the biblical myth of Cain and Abel, Abel being the “good” brother in the myth, kinda ironically.

- Their heights are 6'7 (Lazarus), 6'2 (Abel) and 6'3 (Uri)!

- Lazarus is a big, intimidating guy with broad shoulders and very toned muscles. Has a big scar on his chest from the stab wound and tanned skin. Long dark brown hair with an undercut, often wears it in a high ponytail, and stubble. Golden eyes like Uri’s, and a broken nose that wasn’t fixed. Has lots of small scars on his arms and shoulders. Usually wears the army uniform, or walks around shirtless with the army pants and boots. The uniform consists of a sleeveless coat with golden buttons, a pair of matching trousers and brown boots, finally topped by a golden sash around the waist where weapons are hoisted. Always has his scimitar, and his ears are entirely pierced in gold hoops and earrings.

- Abel is the shortest of the brothers, and less muscular than the others, but still very toned and intimidating when he wants to be. Short blond hair shaved on the sides and underneath. Red eyes like their deceased mother’s, and a very defined, angular jawline. Has a scar on his lower lip and often wears his army uniform as well, which is the same assemble as Lazarus’, but red for Faction Commander instead of General, which wear golden yellow. His right hand was cut off, and replaced with a custom golden prosthetic. Above it, his arm is extensively burnt. His ears are not pierced like his brothers, but he has the regular earring spot healing up. Always has his sword on him.

- Lazarus’ favorite food is spiced chicken curry, drink is dark ale and flower is red carnation. Abel’s are, respectively, pan fried tilapia with red peppers, red ale and white carnations.

- Lazarus is married to a woman, with two children. Their names are Adina (wife), Avi and Berel (twin sons). Abel is single.

- Their father’s name is Issur, and his mother’s was Saabi.

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If they had a kid meme

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Kissy the pout!!

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and him!

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she got one too

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I did a thing

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Juuude pls gimme that Icari "I love you" pls I die

They’d both been gone for a while now.

Uri had his own matters to attend back in Aurea, and Icarus, well... he was still himself, never able to stay at the same place for too long. It was only natural that they’d be separated for some time, and Uri knew that. He knew, and still, it bothered him.

Every time he had to let Icarus go, it felt like a part of himself went with him. Everything seemed colder, drearier, unwelcoming without him around. The first days were the toughest. Uri found himself laying down, sprawled over his bed, missing the presence of the man that often laid next to him, asleep, safe and sound. 

This wasn’t one of the first days. No, in fact, they hadn’t been able to see eachother in months. Uri had just gotten back home, mind occupied with a million things as he took off his shoes and laid on the couch for a few moments. That was what he intended to do at first, at least, if he hadn’t been rather startled by a loud thud in the kitchen.

Uri hurried to look, and to his surprise, what he found was Icarus, near a quite clearly broken window. 

“Hello there, soldier boy.”

“What happened?!” 

Icarus laughed, and by god, Uri missed hearing him laugh. Even if it was as simple as this. “I see you haven’t changed in the last months. It’s good to see you again.”

“W-well, yes, I am glad to see you, but why are you in my kitchen, and why is the window broken?” He stuttered, a bit too surprised over everything to make much sense. Uri sighed lightly, and crouched to help the man stand. 

“I heard someone come in, and I didn’t know who it could be.” Icarus shrugged his shoulders, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. Before Uri had the chance to say a word, however, he pulled him in for a kiss.

In the intention, it should have been a quick peck, but by now, Icarus knew Uri wouldn’t let that happen, as he took no time before cupping the man’s cheek and pulling him closer and closer. The older Iskandar felt his heart race, and his grip on Uri’s hair tighten, their lips missing the warmth of eachother so much.

“I missed you.” Uri murmured, still so close he felt as if he were whispering into the man’s lips. Icarus grinned, eyes still closed. 

“I missed you, too.” He sighed, thumb brushing over the soldier’s cheek. His skin felt warm, as it always did. He pressed another kiss to the Aurean’s lips, who gladly returned that.

“I love you.” A hoarse whisper escaped from Uri’s kiss reddened lips. In any other situation, the words may have caught Icarus off guard, or made him hesitate. 

But this time, for once, he knew with absolute certainty what to say in return.

“...I know. And I love you, too.”

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"i sleep better if you're around" with emri??

If there was one thing Uri wasn’t, that would be a restless sleeper.

Well, or so he thought. Spending his months in Aurea, he realized quickly that he’d gotten quite accustomed to sleeping with someone beside him. That realization came rather quickly during the first nights, where it seemed a big bed with as many pillows as you can imagine was still not enough for the man to fall asleep. He rolled around, groaning and cursing under his breath as he noticed it wouldn’t be easy to fall asleep on his own anymore. There was something missing, someone missing.

Then, three months went by. He was home, exhausted and sore, but home. Uri stretched his back, leaving his things by the entrance and his shoes outside. For the first time, there were eyebags under his eyes, and he felt as if he could barely stand. He sat down, and leaned against the window. The sky here was dark, painted with stars, yet it lacked the dust of the milky way he knew from Aurea. Still, it was beautiful. His lips curled into a faint smile, knowing he missed this sight terribly. 

Uri felt his eyelids grow heavy, but before he could fall asleep, he heard a familiar voice. One he missed too, and more than anything else. He couldn’t make out what the voice said, but the tone of sheer surprise and more than anything, excitement, that was enough to make him run to the entrance to see who it was.

“Good evening, Emrys.”

Emrys didn’t reply, not with any words, anyway. Instead, he pulled the man into a tight, long hug. One he waited three months for. Uri smiled, and held him just as tightly, burying his face into the locks he knew so well. 

“I-I didn’t know you’d be home yet, I thought... Weren’t you gonna spend five months out there?” The man’s voice was filled with glee, and he couldn’t hide it. Why would he? “Not that I’m complaining.”

“Yeah, well. Turns out I sleep a lot better when you’re around.” Uri sighed deeply, his grip around his lover tight enough it lifted him slightly off the ground. Emrys laughed noticing that, and pulled back slightly to give him a kiss on the forehead. It made the Aurean smile even more. “How have you been?”

“God, awful. I haven’t slept well either. Ilva probably picked up everything in their garden to help me out.” He laughed as he said that. “I’m glad you’re back.”

“Me too, Emrys.” Uri mumbled, leaning into the man’s touch, his warmth. “Me too.”

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“Don’t look at me like that, Castor.” “Like what?” “Like I’m already dead.”

Icarus belongs to @asrasabs

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𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ♡

For the fluff and soft hearted, here is another lists of sentence starters that has the highest potentiality to turn into a soft scenarios. Feel free to change any pronouns / sentence structure according to your muse’s preference!     TRIGGER WARNING:   N/A.

“I never noticed your eyes were this [colour].”

“Your heartbeat’s really loud.”

“You asleep?”

“I like this, being so close to you.”

“Your hair keeps falling into your eyes, do you know that? Here, lemme just—”

“You’re so, so, so pretty.”

“I just — I’m breathless, okay? Whenever I’m with you, it happens.”

“You make my heart beat so quick.”

“You always know how to make me smile.”

“You’ll always be safe with me.”

[Kisses the other on the cheek]

“Always.”

“I can’t imagine being anywhere but here with you.”

“All my choices lead me to you.”

“I’ll never give you up.”

“I sleep better if you’re around.”

“You snore in your sleep. But… it’s adorable, okay?”

“I like this. A quiet breakfast with you.”

“There’re billions of people on this planet, and I love you. How incredible is that?”

“I trust you.”

[Holds the other’s hand when they think the other won’t notice]

“You keep staring at me instead of watching the film. What’s up?”

“Let’s push all of these stuff away. I wanna dance here right now with you.”

“Are we really doing this? Are we really slow-dancing?”

“When you laugh like that, it just — you’re so beautiful, you know that?”

“No, sorry, you laughed. I … I never saw it before. It’s — pretty.”

“You haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like.”

[Puts head on the other’s shoulder]

“I will never let you go.”

“You’re the best thing to have ever happened to me.”

“You wrote me a song?”

“You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere.”

[Suddenly feels around the bed to search for the other’s hand / body when they’re sleeping]

[Extends a hand when they see the other was searching for it while they’re sleeping]

“I just feel calmer. When I’m with you.”

“You’re not in bed. I came looking for you.”

“What are you doing up? Come to bed.”

“It’s weird. I never thought I could feel like this, but you showed up. Now, it’s like I don’t wanna go on knowing I might lose the feeling.”

“I don’t mind sharing the blankets with you.”

“You’re cold. Come here.”

“You always do that. You always warm me up.”

“Stay.”

“It’s getting crowded. Here, hold my hand.”

[Hugs for a very long time]

[Puts feet on the other’s lap]

“I’m so proud of you, you know that?”

“I love you.”

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This outfit is so damn pretty

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ah, yes,,, my 3 alignments,,,,

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Uri, consider: Castor in your clothes

Very Considered and Very Accepted

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IVE WAITED FOR ALMOST AN ENTIRE YEAR, CALLIOPE, WHAT THE FUCK

*whisper* 70 for casri

70. Starting With A Kiss Meant To Be Gentle, Ending Up In Passion

“You didn’t have to walk me home,” Castor snorts. “But I appreciate it.”

Uri blushes and kicks at the dirt. He didn’t want to admit that he only offered in order to spend more time with Castor. It would give him away, and he still had some of his pride. He didn’t want to give that up just yet.

Castor smiles when he sees Uri’s blush and checks his shoulder gently. He jerks his head towards the street corner they almost passed. He sees Uri bluster, the blush deepen; but he follows Castor dutifully. Embarrassed, Uri retreats into his shoulders; hands balling into fists at his sides. Castor huffs at the sight, and gently takes Uri’s wrist.

Uri startles at the movement, releasing his hands, allowing Castor to slide their fingers together. Uri looks at him and Castor smiles.

“I don’t want to lose you there, soldier,” Castor teases, and Uri bites back an embarrassing high-pitched poor excuse for a giggle. He nods stiffly and then focuses on the sidewalk in front of him. Castor is warm beside him; his presence comforting, despite simultaneously sending Uri’s heart into a frenzy. Castor tugs on his hand, and Uri turns to him. He’s smiling; the look on Castor’s face is soft and affectionate.

Uri is overcome with the urge to kiss him. The feeling is familiar now, because of how often it’s there, waiting, just under the surface of Uri’s thoughts. He leans in but, unaware, Castor jerks his head towards the six story building to Uri’s right. The movement startles Uri, throws him off balance, and he nearly stumbles into Castor. Thankfully, Castor’s too busy tugging him towards the steps to notice.

Castor stops at the door. He pulls his keys out of his pocket, fiddling with it. Castor worries at the inside of his cheek before he turns to Uri, eyes bright and affectionate. 

“So um, this is me,” he shrugs, suddenly feeling the tiniest bit shy.

Uri nods. He finds himself fiddling with Castor’s fingers, then realizing his hand is still in his. It surprises him, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he stares at their joined hands, an expression of wonder on his face. 

Castor catches the look and his heart squeezes at the look on Uri’s face. It’s enough so that when Uri looks up to face Castor, he leans in and slots his mouth over Uri’s.

The kiss is gentle, slow, and languid; until it isn’t.

Uri presses forward, grabbing and pulling at Castor’s shirt and jacket. His mouth is just as greedy as his hands, and he takes kiss after kiss from Castor; which he’s only happy to return. Castor’s hands wind around to the small of Uri’s back, wandering lower after a moment to take two handfuls of Uri’s ass.

Uri groans and breaks the kiss. He searches Castor’s smug face, before he growls and pins Castor to front door, slotting his mouth back on Castor’s. Uri nips at Castor’s bottom lip, and Castor stifles a groan in the back of his throat before he opens his mouth for Uri. From there, the kiss turns filthy; all teeth and tongue and muffled sounds; wandering hands grabbing and groping.

Castor pulls back, head thumping against the door, chest heaving. Then he says one word that makes Uri’s heart soar and his knees go weak.

“Upstairs.”

They stumble through the front door and up the five flights of stairs, stopping every so often to pin the other to the wall. The trek to the twins’ apartment is fraught with close calls. Castor, giddy and giggling has to shush Uri every so often, whenever a low moan rips out of his throat.

They finally make it, apartment 5C, and Uri finds himself pinned against the front door, Castor mouthing at his neck and grinding shamelessly against his ass, while he fumbles for the right key. Uri’s eyes slide shut and he grinds back. Uri bites back a moan, stifling it in the back of his throat; his head full of the fantasies of Castor he’d stored and the odd ‘it’s about time’ and ‘fucking finally’. He’s far too busy indulging to notice when Castor gets the lock open and Uri stumbles through the door. 

Uri lifts his head to see a wide-eyed Calliope on the sofa, curled up on someone’s lap. There’s the din of the TV in the background.  

“Vis,” Castor greets behind him. His voice is even. “Cal. Hey.”

“Hey,” Calliope returns, just as even, but her tone is betrayed by a smile. Vis waves at them, smiling too, but his looks almost long-suffering. 

Uri’s jaw goes slack, cursing his shit luck for the umpteenth time. Meanwhile, Castor quickly locks the door behind him, slips off his shoes, has Uri do the same, flees the awkwardness, and ushers Uri to his room; Uri too shellshocked and sexually frustrated to notice until Castor closes the bedroom door.

“So um,” Castor stammers, awkwardly, “That ruined the mood.”

Uri nods weakly. Then he shakes his head, coming to his senses. “Yeah um, wait I- I should go-”

Castor blinks and waves his hands. “It’s late, Uri,” he says, nodding towards the clock on his nightstand. “Sleep over, will you?”

Uri considers this, glaring at the floor, and, blushing, holding his forearm for comfort. He nods.

He hears Castor sigh. It sounds relieved. Uri looks up at him, and the soft, almost shy smile on Castor’s face renews his confidence.

“So,” Uri drawls, “just sleeping?”

Castor snorts. He steps towards Uri and Uri’s heartbeat stutters, but he stills. Castor drags his hands up his arms and Uri feels a shudder run down his spine. Castor leans in close. “If I had my way,” he whispers, “we’d be up all night.”

Uri swallows an eager, embarrassing sound.

“But,” Castor sighs, pulling back, “yeah, just sleeping,” he shrugs, “It’s the rules. The apartment has thin walls.”

Uri’s shoulders sag. He wants to bargain for a work around, but he also wanted Calliope to like him. He’s at an impasse so he gives in and nods.

Castor beams and leans in to kiss Uri’s nose. “You’re the best,” he murmurs, grinning. “I’ll find you something to sleep in.”

While Castor rummages in his dresser, Uri prepares himself for a few sleepless hours seething in frustration, cursing the heavens and his own shit luck under his breath.

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wait what i didnt die in the purge??

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i think iv returned