#blue kazimir

[lordrandreaming]

Pure angel boy baby boy baby light of my life darling of my soul... How dare you be my creation..

Lookit that smile!! Doesn't he make you wanna smile too?

[mywifeleftme]

276: NNCK // Clomeim

Clomeim NNCK 2008, Locust Music

2008’s Clomeim is one of the last things recorded by the long-running and somewhat mysterious Harlem improv collective NNCK (AKA the No-Neck Blues Band), though like the hair and fingernails of a corpse their sprawling discography continues to grow to this day. The double LP is packaged as a tribute to the Polish-Russian artist Kazimir Malevich, whose groundbreaking paintings of pure geometric shapes (most famously Black Square) broke ground for contemporary abstract art. Malevich’s notion of returning to what he called “the zero of form” has a clear sympathy with the sort of free associative jamming NNCK practices, though the actual sound of the band could scarcely be further from the well-defined shapes the artist gravitated to. NNCK drone, throb, squelch, and blare, evocative of a power plant synching into a mangrove swamp, with their Yoko Ono-esque vocalist Michiko Takahashi’s heavy breaths and bent shrieks frequently disrupting any urge to meditate. But perhaps listening to Clomeim while staring into one of Malevich’s minimalist totems might help one tap into the intensity of consideration the artist brought to bear on his work, the familiar monochromatic shape roiling as your eyes struggle to focus.

I dunno! I haven’t tried it! Superb record of its kind though.

276/365

[seaquestions]

disco oc. the reverend kazimir el-khoury.

[ID: a painting of my oc, kazimir, in the style of disco elysium portraits. he is a middle-aged man wearing priest's clothes and a tan coat. he has half moon glasses, a goatee and a glass eye. the background is light blues and greens with a circle behind his head. End ID]

[help-an-alter]

Heyyyy

Back again! We kinda need some names and pronouns for some (William) Afton Fragments, we have a few, and they wanna be different from each other but they don't know how

Ok, one is based on Glamrock Bonnie, one is a corpse, one is a glamrock oc, one is a springtrap, and we have a springbonnie

Sorry if that's a lot, they've just kinda been fighting lately, and we wanna settle this

If it's definitely too much, you can just pick and choose which ones to do, and sorry again

@galaxialauthority

Hello, this one took us awhile to complete. Honestly, most of the pronouns and some of the names can be used for any of them, so i recommend all of them taking a look at more than just their section. If these aren’t what you’re looking for, feel free to send in another ask with more specific details.

Glamrock Bonnie

names: harper, ronnie, alani, beau, terry, alfie, leo, galvin, billie, bowie, bruce, boston, cooper, bliss, blue, bo, button(s), easter, galaxy, vega, comet, caelum, draco, gale, hopper

pronouns: glam/glams/glamself, glam/our/glamourself, bun/buns/bunself, ro/rock/rockself, guitar/guitars/guitarself, col/lor/colorself, blu/blue/blueself, bo/bows/bowself, haunt/haunted/hauntedself, bonbon/bonbons/bonnieself, hy/hym/hymself, dest/roy/destroyself, wither/withers/witherself, scrap/scraps/scrapself, per/form/perform(er)self, shatter/shattered/shatteredself,

Corpse

names: carcass, cadaver, carrion, mummy, decay, destroy, burn(t), ghost, morgue, bones, crow, crowbait, bait, stitch, socket, graves, elegy, crypt, mortis, atropos, thanatos, grim, mandos, scythe, mourn(e), sickle, nocturne, dread(ed)

pronouns: rot/rots/rotself, dec/ay/decayself, gut/guts/gutself, rip/rips/ripself, tooth/teeth/toothself (alt. teethself), flesh/flesh/fleshself, tor/torn/tornself, burn/burnt/burntself, horror/horrors/horrorself, crypt/cryptid/cryptidself, bite/bites/biteself, gore/gores/goreself, bleed/bleeds/bleedself (alt. bloodself)

Glamrock OC

names: names: hendrix, jagger, jett, elliot, creed, duff, henley, joan, acrylic, alby/albie, carmen, coda, cypress, dancer, disco, eko, exodus, fable, florian, friso, genesis, glyph, jynx/jinx, kit, lake, magic, marley, omega, patches, stitches

pronouns: glam/rock/glamrockself, punk/punks/punkself, ruin/ruined/ruin(ed)self, breach/breaches/breachself, paint/paints/paintself, spike/spikes/spikeself, mas/cot/mascotself, tech/nology/technogicalself, ani/tron/animatronicself, gli/glitch/glitchself, break/breaks/breakself, fun/funs/funself, party/parties/partyself

Springtrap

names: spring(y), atherton, caldwell, pascal, ansa, casimir/kazimir, seth, apophis, alecto, discord, ruin, havoc, blaze, eclipse, anarchy, omega, ash, crusher, bones, skeleton, end(er), phantom, ragnarok, abaddon, abandon, erebus, krampus, kronos, lucifer, metal, iron, decay

pronouns: spring/lock/springlockself, bone/bones/boneself, pha/phan/phantomself, twi/twist/twistedself, scrap/trap/scraptrapself, gli/glitch/glitch(trap)self, rot/rotten/rottenself, bro/ken/brokenself, greed/greeds/greedself, af/afton/aftonself, dam/damage/damagedself, wire/wires/wireself, tatter/tattered/tatteredself, hunt/hunting/huntingself, hallucinate/hallucinations/hallucinationself, fault/faulty/faultyself, night/mare/nightmareself, sal/vage/salvageself

Spring Bonnie

names: springs, bow/boe/bo, bowie, goldie, bon, bonbon, clank, orpheus, edison, destro, phobos, phoenix, gold, goldie, rabbit, mal, hare, malhare, glitch, glitchtrap, mel, melhare, mascot, sunny, yellow, sunshine, plush, plushie

pronouns: spring/spring/springself, enter/tain/entertainself (alt. entertainerself), rabbit/rabbits/rabbitself, yell/low/yellowself, gold/den/goldenself, dine/diner/dinerself, lure/lured/luredself, end/skel/endoskeletonself (alt. endoself, skeletonself), im/pale/impaleself, de/ceased/deceasedself, possess/possessed/possess(ed)self, bow/tie/bowtieself, trap/trapped/trappedself (alt. trapself), dec/ay/decayself, burn/burned/burn(ed)self, burn/trap/burntrapself

[itswrenlyart]

Kazimir’s very normal son that isn’t at all weird, also featuring Waterdeep Dragon Heist: Session 4

Cygnus belongs to @once-ina-blue-moon and Jax belongs to @cheesest1cks. Kazimir and Eek are my horrible children.

[tashas-cauldron-of-magic-soup]

nine people you'd like to know better

Thank you, @ex-textura, for the tag!!

last song: The Hollow - A Perfect Circle

favourite colour: Black, Plum Purple, and Teal Blue

currently watching: Nothing right now, unless you count the Gag of the Millennial podcast I watch and re-watch all the time

sweet/savoury/spicy: SPICY! I'm a total spicy food junky. Savoury in a close second. I don't do well with sugar because it upsets my tummy.

relationship status: Engaged to my partner of eight years, getting married in October!

current obsession: BG3 and D&D. Mostly my own D&D/BG3 character, Kazimir, because he's just so special to me.

last thing you googled: "uniqso contact lenses" (putting together a costume)

Gonna tag some mutuals, and if you've already done it, just let me know so I can see your post! And no pressure!

@haarleps, @atlasspade, @eligobrrrrr, @jinnazah, @elminsters, @isobel-thorm, @thecrowandtheraven08, @durgeteriormotives, @gothimp

[msftsn]

idk whats more terrifying, kazimirs suit he wears when he knows there will be stuff that can tear off his artificial skin (impact absorbant) or the anime fanfiction blue eyes that glow in the dark staring into your soul in a dark place

[anantplayingdnd]

What Happened During Second Watch

Alternate title: Izmark Kolyanovich and the no good very bad night (featuring Escher!)

Short story under the break!

The rain made it hard to sleep.

Izmark turned onto his back and glanced at everyone else huddled beneath the tree, squinting to see in the darkness. Aisha was staring at the tree, deep in her meditation. Vallakovich was on his stomach, his hair covering his face. Key was next to Aisha. Probably not sound asleep yet. Ireena lay next to Izmark’s side, her long red braids protected from the rain by her hood. At least she was getting rest.

Whim and Kazimir were standing up, talking to each other in low voices. He couldn’t make out their words, but Whim seemed irritated: not much of a surprise. Kazimir was irritating to talk to, especially for someone as literal and easily confused as Whim. Izmark contemplated bothering them for a moment, but after a second, decided it seemed better not to. It wasn’t his place to speak.

Instead, Izmark quietly shuffled out of his bedroll and down the small hill to look for somewhere relatively private. The trees were thin and more dispersed here, with water and mud covering the ground and clinging to his boots.

“Izmark.”

A voice called his name. He glanced to the hill, expecting to see Whim or Aisha looking down at him, but nothing had changed since he left.

“Over here, handsome.”

He spun toward the voice, and found a man with regal purple clothes unfit for travel, unarmored. His shirt was open, revealing his pale chest and some of his stomach. Gold and jewels all over his hands and neck and ears. Long, almost-white blond hair hung in a straight curtain all the way down to his waist, where a rapier rested at his hip. He smiled a bright, fanged smile.

Izmark reached for his sword, but his hand only grasped air. He hadn’t grabbed it when he left camp. Hands curling into fists, he took a defensive step backward. “What do you want, Escher?”

“Izmark, Izmark,” the vampire laughed, playfully tossing a hand into the air as he stepped closer. Their eyes met, and Escher’s brown gaze flashed red for a moment. “You know that I am not here to hurt you…”

He didn’t mean any harm.

He wasn’t going to hurt them.

Izmark wasn’t in danger.

With a relieved sigh, Izmark let his fists and body relax again as Escher’s tittering laughter filled his ears like a warm, comforting fire.

“Come, come, walk with me.”

Further into the swamp they walked, with Escher chatting all the while. He teased Izmark, asking questions about where they were going and what they were doing, which he did his best to answer. Izmark barely noticed how far they walked, or that Escher’s hand was on his arm. Even when his back bumped into one of the trees and he found Escher’s face so close to his own, a peaceful fog rested over them.

“Izmark?”

“Yes, Escher?”

“You’re going to let me bite you now.”

Izmark blinked, hoping to clear the fog away from his eyes. He just got a better look at the man right in front of him, at his blue eyes and the way the moon seemed to glitter off his hair. Enchanting. He would let Escher bite him – why wouldn’t he?

Sharp nails caressed his cheek, but he didn’t flinch away. Izmark lifted his chin and tilted his head, which made Escher smile a little more. He meant to smile back, but the second he did, pain pierced his neck. Izmark gasped, only to have a hand placed over his mouth to keep him silent as the vampire’s fangs dug into his neck. His knees felt suddenly weak, his balance swaying as Escher kissed and drank blood off his skin. The tree and Escher’s chest kept him standing through the ache.

The hand dropped down to his clavicle, but before Izmark could breathe, Escher kissed him. Iron invaded his mouth, burning his tongue and the back of his throat. He tried to cough, but doing so made sharp fangs scrape the skin of his lip. More blood. The vampire sucking at his lip, groaning. A hand on his chest and another on his head, holding him in place.

Why wasn’t his body moving to get away from this? Did he like it? The questions mixed with the fog and got lost as a panting Escher, pressed kisses slowly across his face. Izmark couldn’t open his mouth to ask it to stop without being kissed again. Blood kept dripping down his neck, into his clothes.

“Izmark!”

Whim…

Escher pulled away, head turning toward the voice. Without his support, Izmark’s legs couldn’t keep himself standing. He crashed into the rain and mud as the sound of footsteps running closer filled his ears. His head spun, heavy with fog and pain and loss of blood. He was so tired.

The rain made it hard to sleep, but Izmark closed his eyes anyway.

[lystizyn]

Our Alter List !

(Please keep in mind that this is not everyone, only the people who are comfortable being shared/are not littles or otherwise liabilities)

🐆 Aaron - He/It

🪬 Altir - He/They

🩻 Angel - They/She

🎴 Angelo - He/Him

🐈‍⬛ Anon - It/They

💄 Ayesha - She/Her

🦢 Basil - He/Him

🩹 Bernard - He/Him

🦈 Betta - They/He

🔥 Blixt - He/They

🦋 Blue - He/They/It

🪲 Bug Boy - Any Pronouns

🌟 Carmen - He/They/She

👻 Casper - He/They/She

🖇️ Charlie - She/They

🐛 Clay - He/It

🪓 Cole - He/Him

⚰️ Corbin - He/They/It/Vamp

🦗 Cricket - She/They/It

🦇 Eddie - He/Him

🧷 Eden - He/Him

🕯️ Erik - He/It

🤍 Eros - They/It/He

🖋️ Finn - He/They/Crow

💼 Fitz - He/Him

🌈 Glory - She/Ven

🚬 Idle - He/It/Raven

🛼 Jack - He/Him

🩸 Jacobello - He/Him

🎤 Jay - He/They

💣 JD - He/Him

🔪 Kazimir - He/They/It

🦄 Kinkajou - She/It

🃏 Lasha - They/He/It

🪦 Lestat - He/She/It/Vamp

🔮 Lisitsyn - He/It/They

🌱 Louis - He/Him

💾 Lucien - He/It/Dae

🍯 Luna - She/They

💉 Marrow - They/He/It/Blood/Syr

♣️ May - They/She/He/It

🪐 Mercury - They/He/She

🌙 Moonwatcher - She/Her

📼 Neil - He/They/It

💀 Nico - He/They

🐦‍🔥 Peril - She/It

🧪 Prof - He/Him

🦂 Qibli - He/Spark

♠️ Remii - They/It/He

📡 Rover - She/They/He/It

🌾 Sal - He/They/It/Faun

🧧 Sasha - He/It

🗡️ Simon - He/Snow

💻 Sirke - She/He

📚 Starflight - He/Him

🗝️ Sterling - They/It/He/Star

🌿 Sundew - She/They

☀️ Sunny - She/Her

☄️ Thorn - She/Her

🎈 Thrush - They/It/He

📻 Todd - He/Him

🌊 Tsunami - She/He/They

💧 Turtle - He/Him

🫀 Val - They/It/He/She

🥀 Venus - They/He/She

🥩 Viktor - He/Him

💊 Vincent - He/They/It/Hell

🔆 Will - He/They

🎵 Winslow - He/Him

❄️ Winter - He/Him

💫 Wren - He/They

Expect full intros soon!

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Captured -- wild humans hunted and captured to be used as servants part 17

Warnings: thorough whipping, captivity, starvation, starvation whump, cruel whumper, painful recovery, torture, etc.

His head was still spinning when he heard the door re-open, and he sat up with a jolt, panicking for a heartbeat thinking that Nakita was coming to grab him before remembering where he was.

"Whoa, take it easy," a deep voice said, and Corbin spotted a man with ash-colored silver wings and mismatched eyes, one blue and one brown, who was holding his hands up in a non-threatening manner. "I didn't mean to spook you. I'm Caspian, the main medic around here. Mind if I check you out?"

Corbin hesitated, but nodded, sensing that he didn't actually have much of a choice. Even if being touched was the last thing he wanted right now.

Caspian came over and sat on the edge of his bed, unclipping a medical bag from his shoulder that he rifled through. Corbin watched his every move as he brought out a small jar of an unknown substance as well as fresh gauze.

"Turn around," he instructed, and Corbin immediately obeyed, letting his legs dangle over the opposite edge of the bed and giving access to his ruined back.

He couldn't stifle the pained gasp that escaped him when the medic carefully peeled away the bloodstained gauze that was sticking painfully to the lash marks. The whole process was excruciating, and once all the old gauze was off, Caspian let out a low whistle.

"Ouch, that must have hurt a lot," he commented absent-mindedly. "I've seen a lot of nasty injuries over the years... and this probably makes it into my list of top fifty worst I've dealt with."

Corbin didn't want to know what could possibly have been number one on that list if his own wounds didn't even make it to top ten.

"This might sting, but it'll help it heal right," Caspian said, and a moment later Corbin felt cold hands press against his back, rubbing herbal salves into the raw bloody lash wounds. He barely kept himself from screaming in agony, only by biting his tongue hard enough to taste blood. Even so, he couldn't help the choked whimpers and cries that slipped out, flinching and shuddering at every small touch.

The torment seemed to last forever before the medic finally worked on re-wrapping his wounds with fresh gauze to protect the salve while it worked. He was halfway through when the door opened, and Rhysand himself slowly came in, shutting it behind him. His face was right and worried.

"How... How's Kazimir doing? He asked quietly, completely ignoring Corbin's presence.

Corbin felt the medic's hands stiffen and pause in their work where they had been wrapping bandages around his torso.

"...Not good," Caspian admitted grimly. "There's... a decent chance he won't make it through the night."

Corbin's heart dropped all the way to his feet with dread at hearing the news.

Rhysand inhaled a shaky breath. "Kazimir is the one who founded this whole operation, and made this rebellion possible. If he dies... we're going to lose a lot of allies."

"Is that really what matters most to you? Not that our close friend is on his deathbed?!" Caspian suddenly snapped harshly, anger flaring.

Rhysand's eyes widened with hurt, and Caspian winced.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that -- there's just a lot of stress going around, I didn't mean to snap at you," he apologized quickly.

Rhysand dipped his head, his face twisting with grief. "I know... I wish circumstances were different too." He chewed his lip, before speaking again. "I know the chances are slim... but is there any chance he'll survive? Even a small one?" His eyes were wide and hopeful.

Caspian's wings twitched uncomfortable as he resumed tending to Corbin's shredded back.

"Kazimir's lost a lot of blood," he said. "I did what I could with the resources available... but it might not be enough to save him. Only time will tell if we got to him fast enough. Nakita really hurt him bad." He grimaced. "Just... let me finish patching up this human, and then we can talk more."

Something unspoken passed between them, before Rhysand turned back to the door, his wings drooping sadly.

"Wait." Corbin suddenly spoke up. "Can... Can I see him?" His voice cracked slightly, partly from the pain he was, and partly at the terrifying thought that he'd gotten his one and only friend killed.

Rhysand exchanged a meaningful glance with the medic.

"...If it is indeed true that you are a friend of Kazimir's, then it seems only fair that you get to say your farewells," he said. "To get closure. Caspian can take you once he's done." He left a heartbeat later, and Corbin sighed with relief. He hadn't expected them to actually let him visit Kazimir, considering how bird-folk always seemed to view humans as lesser beings.

It wasn't long before the last of his injuries were dressed, and Caspian helped him to his feet, using a wing to guide him to a different room in the facility.

Corbin sucked in a sharp breath when he arrived at Kazimir's room. His friend lay unmoving in a medical bed, and he cautiously walked up to the side of it.

"The arrow nicked an artery and tore through some muscle tissue," Caspian said grimly. "Even if he does survive... he might never fly again." He shifted uncomfortably on his feet.

"I'll... leave you two alone," he added softly, and quietly dismissed himself.

Corbin let out a shaky breath once he was gone, feeling the heavy silence press in on him, only broken up by the occasional raspy, rattling breaths from Kazimir, the air weakly wheezing in and out of his lungs.

His shoulder was patched up and the arrow was gone, but the feathers of his raven-black wings were still clumpy and stuck together with old blood, though most of it had been cleaned up. And his skin was so pale from blood loss it almost resembled freshly fallen snow, deathly white and ice-cold to the touch.

Corbin shuddered as he vividly remembered the feeling of Kazimir's blood as it ran down his arm, moments before he plummeted out of the sky.

"I'm so sorry I let this happen," he whispered, fully knowing his friend couldn't hear him. "You're in this mess because of me... I promise, that if you ever wake up... I'll make it up to you somehow."

It was strange, to see the once-powerful and majestic bird-man so weak and close to death. That aura of power that always emanated from Kazimir... he couldn't feel it anymore.

He used to find it so terrifying before... but now he'd do anything to experience it one more time. He longed to hear Kazimir's voice in his head, for him to show any faint signs of life... but the only sign he got was that Kazimir was still breathing... for now.

Guilt violently twisted in Corbin's gut as he pulled up a chair next to the bedside, wincing as his lash marks smarted with pain when he sat down. He resolved to stay near Kazimir, so he wouldn't be alone... even to the bitter end, in his final moments.

Corbin sighed as he settled down, his mind wandering as exhaustion tugged at his conscience. Despite his efforts at staying awake, his body begged him to rest, and he had no choice but to comply, falling asleep on the spot at his friend's side.

⏪️ Back Next ⏩️

Masterlist

[aventurine-official]

O-oh. Thanks

*The elvish-like guy flushed in the face, not used to compliments*

I guess you're right...

*He fiddled with strands of his blue hair*

(OC, Kazimir)

"I can tell you aren't exactly the type to used to flattery, then~?"

*The gambler props his chin up with his hand, leaning his elbow onto the table to support the weight.* "Surprising, considering you're quite pretty."

"What brings you to Penacony, friend~? The festivities... or perhaps something more?"

*A devilish glint twinkles in his eyes, watching the other with a bemused smirk.*

[lordrandreaming]

Cw: Mpreg

Something cute before things get wild 😋

[naocakes]

hermes vc oh my god kazimir you cant just ask people why theyre blue

[zolotoiuwu]

This is my Sonic OC/Fursona - Grigory "ZOLOTOI" Rasputin the Hedgehog. He is a philistine in the world of Sonic, but not a simple philistine. He is a demon, and no one knows about it

Name: ZOLOTOI the Hedgehog / Grigory Rasputin

Age: 19 years old

Species: Hedgehog

Gender: Male

Personality: Honest, kind, fair to everyone, polite, helpful, strategic, smart, wary, not always trusting anyone (depending on the situation), determined, outraged when he is accused of something, if in fact he is not to blame

Likes: Apples, sport (especially soccer), medicine, video games, music, nudes (the appearance), helping friends, the red, gold and mixture of aqua and lime colors

Dislikes: Alcohol, smoking, when suddenly someone or something "appears" next to him, he is afraid to trust anyone, heights (but this is not strongly expressed), when he is accused of something, if in fact he is not to blame

World: 1st -> Planet Earth, Republic of Crimea, Yevpatoria

2nd (actual) -> hell

Now -> Planet Mobius

Body: Human skin, but the head is a hedgehog with a golden color, fluffy fur in the ears, fire tattoo on the right forearm, diamond and infinity sign tattoos on the lateral and frontal sides, respectively, red eyes, there is almost no tail, a lot of needles (a few more than Sonic's)

Clothing and accessories: white gloves, air shoes like a hedgehog Shadow, with a black stripe in the middle, a circle sign and 2 stripes, red outline, a set of clothes like a young man, but often used - a purple T-shirt and classic black jeans

Info: The story begins with a simple boy - Grigory Rasputin, whom everyone feared and even humiliated because of his ancestors (allegedly they are enemies of the people in WW2). As a child, Fyodor Kuznetsov helped him cope, and at school, Kazimir Mallevich (a demon, like his mother and the whole family tree) turned out to be such an assistant, who protected him from hooligans who were almost ready to shoot Grisha. But at one point, he and the chief of all hooligans, Daniil Yagudin, came face to face in strelka.

As a result, Grisha is still killed, and he went to hell, where he becomes a full-fledged demon - Azrael (a black demon with eight tentacles and a red outline, with a guardian mask). After a very long time, Grisha still decided to find a world where he could feel like the most ordinary inhabitant of this world and protect him from other aggressive demons. Such a world becomes the planet Mobius, where Grisha was already caught by surprise by the military, who captured and held him for almost a year in his laboratory.

In the end, he took a blue mixture of substances with him into a test tube, escapes, but later stumbles over a stone and wounds the mixture of substances on himself. As a result, because of him, he even had a new ability - to run at the speed of a racing car (250-300 km / h). leaving behind a trail of their copies (like Sonic with a blue trail). Later, he stumbles upon the same military men who are chained to a small anthropomorphic dog about 8 years old, trying to find out where the damn hedgehog is. Grisha gets in touch with the military, helps the dog to get up, he introduced himself as Williams. Their father, Kleini, and their mutual friend, Tomas the cat, jumped out from behind the bushes. Our hero is presented as "ZOLOTOI". So a new life begins for ZOLOTOI the Hedgehog

Hope you like him! Good Luck and have fun!!!

Sonic series (c) Sega/Sonic Team

[help-an-alter]

hey! we have a new alter who is a dragon-human hybrid thing (think a dragonborn fron dnd but very emo) they dont have a name or pronouns yet, so could i get those and some xenogenders if you do that??(if not its fine) and then some comforts?

sorry if this is all over the place/ worded badly, im very sleep deprived u-u

here you are! we hope this helps :)

- mod hawks/emma (+ kaveh for some reason)

names: draco, draconis, drago, hydra, wyv, wyvern, cadmus, kai, scylla, saphira, narissa, idalia, spyro, agni, basilisk, dracaena, drake, firnen, leviathan, naga, minerva, cordelia, midnight, shadow, kier, astaroth, dorian, eldritch, kazimir, oberon, orpheus, serpent, salem, elysium, crow, obsidian, saber, whisper

pronouns: dra/dragon/dragonself, scale/scales/scaleself, fie/fire/fireself, zi(e)/zir/zirself, ro/roar/roarself, drae/draer/draerself, draco/nem/draconemself, fang/fangs/fangself, hoard/hoards/hoardself, dra/drake/drakeself, sea/sear/searself, scor/scorch/scorchself, bo/bones/boneself, fe/fear/fearself, cry/cryp/cry(ptid)self, voi/void/voidself, ve/ven/venself, fe/fel/felself, li/lir/lirself

comfort: dungeons and dragons (obv), fantasy media, warm fires, expressing through art of some kind (painting, writing, making bracelets, etc), witchcraft and eventually working with the dragons (if that’s a belief of yours ofc), camping, bonfires, night swimming

xenogenders: dracogender, draconix, void dragongender, dragongender, draconstosic, guisgender, draconigender, draconi(red/blue/green/black/white), punkdragongender

[dovah-cult]

I absolutely love Buzzfeed Unsolved and I think a lot of their interactions fit the characters for my current campaign very well. These two are an npc Tveir (red) and my pc Kazimir (blue).