#Elior

[nekromeowncer]

The boys

[silent-dragon]

TWST OC Profile ~ Yisu Flamvival

Personal Info

Name: Yisu Flamvival

Gender: Multigender(Currently Female)

Age: 18

Species: Ix Luna

Birthday: 7/2

Zodiac: Cancer

Height: 176cm/5'7"ft

Orientation: Omnisexual

Eye Color: Bright Cyan

Hair Color: Light Blonde

Homeland: Deadrealms

Family: Dadai Machisa - Father

Husun Machisas - Grandfather

Twist of Sadu Dotharl Final Fantasy XIV: Stormblood

School Info

School: Royal Sword Academy

Dorm: Crystaleon

School Year: 3rd

Occupation: Seer,Soon to Be Leader

Best Subject: Magic History & Summoning

Other Info

Dominant Hand: Right

Favorite Food: Peach Tart

Least Favorite Food: None Yet

Likes: Crystals,Gemstones,Daggers,Dancing,Reading about Ancient People,Observing Others,Making Friends,Necromancy

Talents: Foresight,Magical History Knowledge,Crafting Jewelry,Speaking in Riddles,Summoning Creatures

Unique Magic: Dread Sense - Yisu can use her magic to reanimate certain creatures back to life and make them either obey her or continue on life as they were before death. Only works on creatures or animals.

Personality: Yisu is sharp with her words and isn't one to sugarcoat anything. Honest though and though which may be too much for others who can't handle the truth all the time. Very strong and proud she is. She'd want nothing more than for others to be the best they can be so she often will encourage others too. When around those she is close to she is more relaxed and can show her flaws. Has a rough softness underneath it all.

Bio: A Ix Luna of strong pride and a sharp tongue. She is soon to become Khanum of her tribe as shown great strength in the last battle for the next one to lead. She speaks roughly but rather she speaks truths then lies to those she cares for. Has a rivalry with Amal as he rubbed her the wrong way and holds that as a grudge. Partially why she is at RSA is because he is. Other than that she wishes to learn more about the world and people she has never seen before.

Info on her tribe

Flamvival

They believe life is neverending for everyone in the tribe is reborn again and again. For every warrior fallen the next baby born is them back to start anew. Gender standards are irrelevant in this tribe as each man or woman in it has been the opposite once or more so all are equal.

Fighting is important to them as they know nothing else but the life of being a warrior. They crave battle and strong opponents. Sparring with tribe members is mandatory yet the intent to harm isn't wanted but broken bottled rage tends to cause sooner rebirths.

[ravenplaylist]

December 18, 2023 - Ships by Elior

[beneathathousandskies]

New Release: Elior (A short story) — Rowena Andrews

Hello! In between the chaos of work, and the sheer exhaustion of adding on 30+ hours of commuting to a full time job, and with a lot of help from some truly wonderful people, I am delighted to finally be sharing a story that has lurked in my files for far too long. Legends speak […] New Release: Elior (A short story) — Rowena Andrews

[eliorinteriors]

Elior Interior

Elior taking charge to create illuminating interiors for residential and commercial spaces, personalized as per the clients’ preference. We believe that our innovative ideas are guided by divine light, just as the name suggests.

Elior - Designing Interiors in Style that Speaks Your Personality

[poetinprose]

Writing the scenes between Elior and Derian made me realize how much I enjoy writing/reading romance.

And that the biggest problem I have with most romance is that it oftentimes gets too sexual for my taste.

[eliorfashion]

WWW.Elior.Fashion . . . #clothing #brandfashion #fashion #classyoutfit #ELIOR #eliorfashionhouse #Eliorbranding https://www.instagram.com/p/ClcLbnVoh_V/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[pontodi]

Elior Chen by Nimrod Avigal for Pineaplle Magazine (pnpplzine.com) - part 1

[staarry-skies]

how DARE the rezero fandom only ever talk about/make content surrounding the literal main characters of the series cant they see that my silly little blorbos with four (4) total episodes of screentime need more attention

[nekromeowncer]

[duckprintspress]

Meet Aether Beyond the Binary Contributors Sebastian Marie, Lyonel Loy, and Elior Haley!

As we enter the last few days of the Kickstarter crowdfunding campaign for Aether Beyond the Binary, we’re introducing the last few of our authors. Today, meet Sebastian Marie, Lyonel Loy, and Elior Haley! We’re really excited to be featuring these three authors contributing to this fantastic collection of 17 stories set in modern aetherpunk settings where the technology runs on magic, all starring characters outside the gender binary.

Un Charco, Un Lago by Sebastian Marie

About Sebastian: Sebastian Marie (he/him) is an engineering student with a lot of opinions about dragons, pirates, and sword fighting. Track him down on Ao3 or Tumblr and he’ll share these opinions gladly, just be prepared for music and some excited shouting. His original works often combine fantasy and dystopia into what he calls “queer fantasy hopepunk,” something that will be explored in his future novels. He loves to write conflicting traditional and non-traditional family dynamics, especially where they intersect with queer relationships. And if he can throw werewolves and brujas into the mix? So much the better. When not writing, frantically studying, or reading, he can be found singing loudly, sewing impractical coats, and going on long rambling walks while plotting stories (and occasionally falling into rivers). 

Also, he’s also the guitarist and one of the lyricists of folk punk band Here Be Dragons, who hope to have their debut EP out near the end of Fall, 2023. 

This is his third time writing for Duck Prints Press, having previously contributed to Aim For the Heart and She Wears the Midnight Crown. This brings his grand total of published works up to three! He’s looking forward to more, as soon as he gets some sleep. 

Links: Archive of Our Own | Tumblr

This is Sebastian’s third contribution to a Duck Prints Press anthology. His first contribution was in the masquerade-themed anthology She Wears the Midnight Crown, and his second in Aim For The Heart: Queer Fanworks Inspired by Alexandre Dumas’s “The Three Musketeers” – which, mostly coincidentally, has been released on our website TODAY!

Title: Un Charco, Un Lago

Excerpt: 

The person who answers the door to the townhouse is short, brown, and incredibly tired looking. Victorie sees this look a lot in her line of work; plumbing disasters really take a lot out of people. He adjusts the strap of his work bag on his shoulder and begins his spiel. 

“Hello, Hola, English or Español?”

“Ingles,” the person responds before yawing. “but either is good.” They scratch at their shoulder, which is covered in paint-splattered overalls and a worn blue polo shirt. 

“All right. My name is Technician Victorie, public works wizard at your service.” Victorie points to her name tag that helpfully states “he/him” and “she/her” under his name. “And you must be Lago Cabrera? Elle/le or they/them?” Victorie reads off her paper.

“Yes.”

“Do I have your permission to inspect the problem, a…” Victorie consults the paper. 

“The sink is throwing up.” Lago says bluntly.

We Might Contain Multitudes by Lyonel Loy

About Lyonel: Lifelong maladaptive daydreamer, finally working up the courage to write those daydreams down. Spends time cosplaying as a Responsible Adult With A Job.

This is Lyonel’s first time writing with Duck Prints Press.

Title: We Might Contain Multitudes

Excerpt:

There are master crafters in the sleepy hills of New England, waiting amongst the silent ward stones.

The first has eyes like a spider’s, arrayed out neatly in rows, and the spider eyes sparkle in a riot of colors that Kwok’s human eyes should not have been able to see.

The next has no mouth yet whispers ceaseless, an uninterrupted flow of half recognizable words in a myriad of voices and a myriad of tongues like a mountain stream in heavy rain, swirling over and around itself like dancing water.

The last is Guo, whose name is not truly Guo. Guo, who could be any ordinary young man on the streets of Ipoh or Singapore or Seoul except for their eternal eyes, and yet it is they who scare Kwok most of all.

Epiphanies of Friendship, and Other White Whales by Elior Haley

About Elior: Elior has spent much of the past few years primarily writing for fanfic exchanges. Currently, he’s in the process of slowly working his way through university. When not writing or studying, he can be found binding books, drawing, ice skating, and—very occasionally—playing the violin. His story in Aether Beyond the Binary is his first published work.

This is Elior’s first time writing with Duck Prints Press.

Title: Epiphanies of Friendship, and Other White Whales

Excerpt:

There was no such thing as night and day, deep in aetherspace, but it was during Raisel’s resting time that the song woke her from sleep, deep and low and rolling in her bones.  She felt it more than she heard it, its vibrations layering on top of the omnipresent hum of the gravity generator and engines.  At once she sat up in her narrow bunk, heart beating jackrabbit-quick; she tried to calm her shaking limbs for a moment before realizing that the tremors were from the song.

It was like nothing she had heard before.  No words she knew felt adequate to describe it; it was both beautiful and eerie, and somewhere between her bones and her soul she felt something call to her.

Halfway down the corridor, still in her sleeping clothes, Charlie caught her elbow.

“Where are you going?” they asked.

With less than 5 days left in our campaign, we are 83% funded. Time is running out to back the Kickstarter to buy your copy of Aether Beyond the Binary and help us raise the funds we need to bring this anthology into print! Become a backer TODAY!

[musingmycelium]

oc kiss week continues.... @m-m-m-myysurana 😘😘😘

He’s trained all his life to perform. Not in so many words, not even in the same sense as the word, shemlen understanding of story so shallow a thing. Yet even they know how words can be used to control those who listen; the tone, the cadence, the pauses all weapons for the right tongues. 

Of course, a pretty mouth to house such a tongue doesn’t hurt either. 

Perhaps performance isn’t the word for what he’s watching. A mask has been donned; casually reclining in the chair, making it clear he has little care for both those who built it and how they intended him to use it much as he does in all things, Elior sits in judgment. Theatrical, an Orlesian idea and it sits as poorly a definition upon the mastery with which Elior crafts his words. A show of strength, a display, an act yes but not quite as the Fereldens may think it to be.

The way Elior’s words carry weight, the way they drop from his tongue to soothe and cajole in equal measure, a sticky trap he lays out vowel by vowel.

If Renenh could do little else than to watch the way those words shape Elior’s pretty little mouth instead of the way they fall upon the judged who could say. Who would even know, with every eye upon Elior’s performance.

No, no, his embodiment. He is the Inquisitor in this moment, cast the trappings aside and you would still have an elf with the Halla Mother’s mark upon his brow holding absolute dominion over the people listening to him. For all he knows his power is nothing but smoke and mirrors Elior knows how to take the stage for himself.

It sends shivers down Renenh’s spine. Far more pleasurable ones than those causing the kneeling shemlen’s shoulders to tremble.

In a way the announcement of judgment is over too soon. Elior’s words come to a halt, his voice thunderously silent in the grand hall. His gaze remains on the air in front of him, on the myriad of people now making their exit from the hall. Mask high.

Renenh takes a step forward, towards Elior upon his facade of a throne, and Elior’s gaze snaps to meet him. All at once heat blooms from the point of Renenh’s ears to the tips of his toes. A full body flush. And he cannot even say it was Elior’s words alone this time to be the cause. He crosses the distance anyway.

Inches between them in the empty space, no other eyes, no other ears, no other tongues. The mask slips. Cracks with an easy smile on familiar lips. Elior opens his mouth but Renenh places a finger over it, lowering his gaze. 

In a way, the judgment could not have passed quick enough. An entire afternoon spent watching this mouth, these lips, this tongue peeking out to lick at his fingertip and Renenh’s eyes grow dark.

“If I could but kiss the honey from your lips,” Renenh leans close, words ghosting over Elior’s jaw and his smile grows, “let the sweetness of your words coat my tongue and I’d never have to speak again.”

Replaces his finger with a kiss. What words could come close to this? A master of his chosen craft, the gift of sweet words and quick thought and yet nothing he could say could ever match the way Elior’s mouth shapes his name as if it is the only word that matters. Pretty little things with their heavy illusions of power and the honey covered tongue to prove its weight. 

What else is a kiss but a way to say all the things which words cannot express.

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I love my ocs guys I love you Elior <3

[m-m-m-myysurana]

A gentle kiss from Elior Surana to Angharad Brosca (my beloved dwarf Jesus) 🙏

Angharad belongs to @rlainarin and is a particular blorbo of mine 😌

[gromlyn]

We had our first DnD session last night! Elior got a deputy badge for eldritch blasting a guy out of a moving train 🌟

[poetinprose]

Trick or Treat? 🦇

Treat! 🍬

Thank you for giving me an excuse to share this moodboard for my all time favorite OTP hehehe:

This is for Elior + Derian from my Wip Tenebris! 🤍