#kieran oc

[inhurtandincomfort]

For the Comfort My OCs Ask Game!

💤- A pleasant dream to Eldwin 🌲 - A day outside to Kieran post-capture 🪀 - A stress or fidget toy to Jowan 💰 - A shopping day to Ancassiuss

💤- A pleasant dream to Eldwin

Did that one here!

🌲 - A day outside to Kieran post-capture

Kieran closed his eyes. Warm sunlight soaked into his skin. It seemed like forever since he'd felt the sun.

It was… spring, now. Or summer. He wasn't sure. A gentle river ran through the forest feeding into a lake nearby. A pleasant breeze brushed through towering trees, ruffling branches hundreds of feet in the air. Fresh air was heavenly after being cooped in that musty basement, and the sunrays felt like a blessing. He clung to that feeling, let it revitalise him. There was a life awaiting him outside. He just had to be patient.

"We should head back," Heather commented, her gaze surveying the woodland. There was no one around for miles. No one ever came there. "He'll be home soon."

"A little longer." He couldn't bear to tear himself away just yet. It was too soon. It was always too soon. "Please."

A collar weighed heavy upon his neck. Her fingers hovered over a controller for a second, before she sighed. She stared into the distance. "Five more minutes. That's all."

🪀 - A stress or fidget toy to Jowan

"Stop fidgeting."

"Don't do that."

"Stop that tapping!"

"Can't you ever just sit still!?"

The beads twirled between his fingers. Wrapping around, looping over, flipping between in an expert manner. Large beads at either end of a string. One hand deftly worked the simple toy performing increasingly complex tricks. Up, sling, roll. With his free hand he turned a page. Endless fields passed by the window.

"Pay attention."

"Am I boring you?"

"What are you doing?"

Jowan glanced up. Thirteen leaned his head against the glass, but his eyes were on Jowan, or more specifically, the string in his hand.

"Ah, am I bothering you? Sorry, I'll stop."

"Don't." When Jowan met his gaze, Thirteen looked away, staring back out the window. "I was just curious, is all."

Oh, I see, Jowan thought in amusement. Thirteen had been content to watch the scenery for awhile, but it had been a long journey. No wonder he was getting bored.

"It's called Begleri. It gives me something to passively do while I work on other things." He flipped the beads in a series of impressive spins that had taken hours of practice. He stopped, grasping them tightly. "Do you want to try?"

For a moment he thought Thirteen was going to ignore him. Then he held out his hand expectantly. "How hard can it be?"

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"Why is this so impossible!?" Thirteen scowled at the toy hanging loosely from his fingers. "Here, take it back."

He tossed them flippantly toward Jowan who easily caught them, wasting no time getting back into his routine. "It just takes practice."

Thirteen folded his arms and leaned back in his seat, stubbornly fixated on the window again. "You make it look so easy." He grumbled. Was he pouting?

"Here, try this."

Jowan held the beads in confusion. A single string with a large bead on each side… "What am I supposed to do with this?"

"It's a game from Xluvia. You can learn some really cool tricks with it. It's called Begleri." She picked up another set to demonstrate. She swung them around in a series of rapid movements he couldn't keep track of. She giggled when he tried to replicate, and failed miserably. His cheeks grew hot and he handed the string back to her, but she shook her head.

"I wasn't laughing at you! I wasn't an expert from the moment I picked it up, you know. Here, start with something easier," she said, taking his hand in her own. "Look, hold it like this…"

"I've been doing this for years. It wasn't always so easy." Jowan hesitated. He didn't know if Thirteen would appreciate the offer, but… "Seeing as you're stuck in the lab a lot anyway, I could teach you properly, if you'd like. If nothing else it's something to do. Oh, you don't have to though…"

Thirteen looked back at him. Surprise flashed across his face before it was masked with nonchalance. "Sure, whatever. Fuck all else to do down there anyway."

Jowan smiled softly, and their journey continued in comfortable silence. Loop, flip, swing. It was second nature to him, now. Stern voices still nagged in the back of his mind, but it was getting easier to ignore them. Swing. Flip. Catch.

Thank you, Thaleia.

💰 - A shopping day to Ancassiuss

"Thirteen rics."

"Thirteen!? It was seven last time! Yswenna, you wouldn't be trying to swindle me would you?"

"Times are changin', doll." Yswenna propped her elbow on the counter, resting her chin on her hand. Black rings adorned her fingers, and deep sea hair draped her shoulders. "These resources aren't so abundant anymore. Supply and demand, you see?"

"Aren't I your biggest demand? Couldn't you cut me a deal?"

"Are you saying you can't afford thirteen rics?" A coy smile danced on her lips.

"I'm saying, I'm your most loyal customer," Ancassius drawled, idly twirling his coin purse. "Don't I deserve some special treatment?"

She hummed, a twinkle in her dark eyes. "I'll do twelve."

"You'll do eight."

"Eleven."

"Nine."

"Twenty."

"Wait what?"

She laughed, showing a glimpse of her shark-like teeth. "Let's make it ten, for my most loyal customer. "

"Done!" Ancassius threw ten shiny coins on the counter, and snatched up a box. She watched his every move like a hawk stalking its prey.

"You know, it doesn't take long to whip up. If you bring some ingredients next time, I can make it for you in a flash. And you can keep your low price."

He flashed her a grin. "Where would be the fun in that?"

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"Captain!" Moira called in a muffled voice, waving one arm for his attention. The other arm was laden with dozens of goods perched in a precarious pile. She had a lollipop stick in her mouth.

"You've been busy," Ancassius remarked, meeting her where she stood by a market stall.

"This place is great! I've never been able to buy things before!" She swivelled her lollipop, eyes bright with childish glee.

"Did you get everything you need?"

"Almost. I just need one teensy-weensy little thing," she said sweetly. And here we go. "Can you lend me some more money?"

Ancassius' hand twitched at his side as he resisted the urge to bury his face in it. "Moira…"

"Just a little! I'll pay you back, I swear it!" She vowed, "Or I'll cut out my tongue so that I may never swear again!"

"Please don't do that."

"Just one thing! I've already kept the Madam long enough." She gestured to the stall owner, an older woman with stern lines on her face. She gave them both a dirty look.

Saints help me. "…What is it?"

Moira snatched something off the stall and shoved it in his face. "Look at it, isn't it adorable?"

It was… a rat. More specifically, it was the crooked shape of a rat the made from wool, bigger than her head with large teeth and beady black eyes. It was not, by any stretch of the imagination, 'adorable.' In fact, adorable would be the last word Ancassius would use to describe it.

"It's… something."

"I need it."

"No, you don't need it."

"I do."

"You don't."

"Please?"

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"We need to teach you some financial management."

[wyked-ao3]

Story Garden Tag ✨️

i was tagged by @jev-urisk

Rules: Use the given starting sentences for each paragraph, start to construct a story, then share it and add your own starters, and keep the story going!

Np tags @the-golden-comet @gioiaalbanoart @thatuselesshuman @fortunatetragedy @theaistired

Your line

Darkness surrounded me.

Well it started with the wind howling.

It didn't get any better.

My lines

i'm sure you're wondering how I got here.

Well it started with a pigeon.

So there I was, unable to go back.

Putting a line because this will contain some major spoilers for book 4 when I have not even finished book one 0_o but answers are unlikely to change any if at all

The pirate's cursed god book four Kieran will be the view pint

i write in third person so there will be changes to make it more third person and less first person but I'm not to that point yet

I'm sure you're wondering how I got here.

I'm sure you're wondering how I got here, caged in the shadow realm and to be honest at times I'm not even sure how it happened. I know what i did was to protect my sister but after all these years it all starts to blur together. But one thing I refuse to forget is the one who trapped me here.

Well it started with a pigeon.

Well it started with a pigeon. My sister nimue had a soft spot for them and would use them as messengers to deliver letters between her and her suitor...it may have began before that in truth but the day I was cursed started with the death of a pigeon and it spiraled from there.

So there I was, unable to go back.

so there I was, unable to go back to the world I came from after I jumped in a way of a spell aimed for my sister and I wouldn't change a thing about that.

[inhurtandincomfort]

Initially Eldwin grew up - quite poor, but not in poverty. They struggled and didn't have many luxuries, all their clothes were hand-me-downs, but there was, at least, always food on the table and a roof over their heads. They were okay, up until his father fell ill. Not only could he no longer work, but unfortunately there is no NHS so they spent a LOT of money on bringing various doctors, medicines, potions made by a strange witch in the woods, even went into debt to bring a magical healer from a temple just to be told the same thing every time - they didn't know what it was and there was nothing they could do. Eldwin's eldest brother joined the military to send back his pay, Eldwin walked several miles to town each morning to do whatever work he could, some of it legitimate, some of it not so much.

Enter Vor'gol, make the demon pact, forced to leave home blah blah. He lived on the streets for several months, trying (and often failing) to find and keep shitty factory jobs, wasn't very fun. And then he kind of... let's himself get captured honestly. Like. He did actually hope he might be able to steal things from her (she was very wealthy) and run, but at the end of the day he was aware that it was early winter, it was already freezing, food was hard to come by and it was only gonna get worse, so like although he had a bad feeling about going with her he was like fuck it, I'm gonna die out here anyway may as well take the chance.

(whether that was the right decision seeing as how things turned out... well hindsight is a wonderful thing.)

Enter, NOW, with the Black Syndicate... yeah he doesn't get paid. Why would he? They provide everything he needs. He doesn't want anything, that's not even a consideration. He sometimes steals money from the people he kills (is it stealing if they don't need it anymore) which. he just uses to buy alcohol and cigarettes although he will steal that too when he can, not having money wouldn't stop him. I feel like when he joins the agency and actually gets paid a decent wage he wouldn't know what to do with it. Bc they provide housing. He doesn't eat enough, he probably just buys some non-perishables once a month so he doesn't have to worry about forgetting it. Lbr he'd mostly only spend it on the cat, not [just] because he wants to spoil her but because he doesn't know what he wants. What do you mean people just buy things. for fun. ??? Sounds fake but okay

Kieran was actually doing quite well for himself. He was nowhere near as wealthy as Lukas growing up, but he didn't really struggle financially either, got into a good school, and though he dropped out between he and Abi they were doing okay. A big bill coming in would have posed a problem, but they were doing fine, Kieran worked in tech support I think (don't ask me for specifics, I don't know) (though he was just starting to get back into the modelling scene when. well. iykyk) and Abi while still a student was also good with computers and did fairly well twitch streaming, so. Yeah they were doing alright

What is your oc's financial/economical status? Well off? Scraping by? Wealthy?

[ladylyra]

Kinda curious how other SV characters looks in your artstyle especially the DLC ones after seeing Zerocrew in your style...

whyd they make me lie to him like that

[emedeme]

While the world is ending (again), the Hero of Ferelden and his son are on a journey together...

(AKA why the Warden and Kieran are missing, they're somewhere else having their own family adventure)

[haverdoodles]

kieran

— (son of morrigan & mannon)

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my design for kieran in veilguard 🥹 my uncanny old god baby is all grown up now… brings a tear to mine eye.

before anyone asks again yes he was conceived via gay sex (the dark ritual hetero limitations are dumb). he has two moms (three if you count another of my ocs, geneviève, who becomes morrigan’s partner!)

his weapon of choice is a javelin made of birch wood!

[inhurtandincomfort]

Eldwin: A switchblade, a barely used pack of cigarettes and a lighter, a hip-flask, some bandages, burn-salve and Siren (fantasy drug)

Destrian: Herbs, bandages, a local foraging pocket-guide, some healing potions and prayer crystals

Ancassius: A compass, map, a seagull feather, and the gold earring he thought he'd lost but has been lying in the bottom of his bag the whole time.

Kieran: When living a Normal Life, he carried his phone and wallet ofc, and a cute squeezy stress toy named Bilbo.

What's in your OC's bag/pockets?

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[mikachusblog]

Some recent simmies! ꉂ (≧ヮ≦)

[inhurtandincomfort]

A Night to Regret

CW: Kidnapping, abusive relationship

Part 2 / masterlist

“Hey babe,” Kieran answered his phone with a grin, “Yeah, I’m on my way back now. Guess what? I’ve got a job!” 

“Really? That’s amazing!” He pulled it back from his ear as Abigail squealed, “What is it?” 

“It’s a short film, an original horror I think. I don’t know all the details, Kate said she’d email them to me first thing Monday. It’s a student film, but they’ve done quite a few popular ones.” 

“You know what this means? Celebration! We should invite Mike and Lisa, I’ll see if Cameron’s free too, and Jaysen, though I think he’s busy…”

Kieran laughed softly, “Is that really necessary? I was thinking we could just have a quiet night in, just the two of us.”  

“We do that all the time! Come on, we haven’t had a get together in ages. It’ll be fun. We’ll order pizza, and if you pick up some drinks on your way home… ooh, make sure you get some of that beer I like.”  “Since when did this become about you?” 

“I’ll pay for everything!” 

He smiled even though she couldn’t see it. “I got it, don’t worry. You order some pizzas, I’ll be home soon. I love you.” 

“Love you!”

Kieran slid his phone into his pocket, making a u-turn to head towards their favoured liquor store. He shivered, hugging himself as he walked down the quiet street. Strange, to be so quiet on a Saturday evening; it was freezing, he reasoned. It wasn’t that late, but the sun set early this time of year and a starless sky made the frigid air seem bleak. Still, deserted streets always held an eerie feeling. Though they weren’t completely empty, he only saw an occasional passerby in thick coats, scarves weaved around their faces. Man, he should have brought a scarf; his lips were probably turning blue. 

A small, childish part of him wished he had stayed talking with Abigail. Past every alley, every covered stranger, a chill crept up his spine that had nothing to do with the weather. He considered calling her back. She was probably calling their friends though. You’re worrying over nothing, he scolded himself. He was a grown-ass man, he could handle walking down a street himself, the same route he’d taken many times before. Alone. In the dark. 

Abigail kept telling him he should ask his doctor about anxiety meds. Maybe she was right. 

He was relieved when he made it to the store, offering him a brief respite. There was only one other customer who seemed to be studying two bottles intently. Kieran made his purchase, making easy small talk with the grizzled cashier trying to ignore his stomach twisting in knots.

He rubbed his hands together in an attempt to get warm, an awkward motion carrying bags of glass bottles. He hummed to himself as he walked, a cheesy romance he hoped would stave off anxious thoughts. He glanced behind. A couple of men were trailing at a steady pace, scarves concealing their faces. He turned back to face forward, his pace quickening just slightly. People are allowed to walk behind you, Kieran. He told himself firmly. Learning to face your fears is an important part of recovery. Don’t let anxiety control you. 

…But he’d also been taught to follow his instincts. What was he supposed to do when every gut feeling told him to run? 

He considered stopping to let them pass. Would that just make him seem suspicious? It would probably be weird. Home wasn’t far, he’d be there soon. A black car with tinted windows was parked up ahead. Had it ever been there before? He shook his head. Paranoid. He’s just paranoid. Lukas had always said so. It was hardly an unusual car, it’s no surprise he’d never noticed it. And people were allowed to visit.

Still, as he got closer his shoulders hunched, blood rushing in his ears. His stomach cramped, tightening painfully as every signal in his body rang wrong, wrong, wrong. Something was wrong. He halted in his tracks, willing himself to move, his body frozen as his mind raced, every alarm bell screaming go back, go back, danger danger dangerdanger-

A heavy weight slung around his shoulders drawing him in. He opened his mouth to yell, a gloved hand silencing him. Something hard pressed into his back, small and rounded and fuck, this wasn’t happening, this couldn’t be happening-

“Don’t make a sound,” A gruff voice whispered, a voice that didn’t sound natural. They were trying to disguise it. “Come with us quietly, and there won’t be any problems.” 

Kieran nodded numbly, his heart hammering against his chest. With a small nudge from whoever stood behind, with a gun did they have a gun please say that’s not a gun he was bundled into the black car where someone was already waiting to drive away. Two men sat either side of him, blocking every exit.

“Head down,” One commanded, shoving his head to his knees before he even had a chance to do so himself. His shopping bag was placed by their feet. They’d probably take the drinks for themselves. They took his phone too, along with his wallet leaving him with no form of identification. 

“Who are you?” Kieran dared to ask, his voice trembling. “Where are we going?”

“Shut up.” 

They were going to kill him. Oh god, he was going to be murdered, his body thrown in a woods somewhere or a lake or burned and oh god. Would they ever find him? Would his mother get to bury him? What about Abi, would she blame herself? How long would it take her to grow concerned? Was she already pacing around anxiously, wringing her hands, waiting for him to come home?

When they were out of city limits, they pushed him to the floor, wrapping cloth around his eyes, binding his wrists and ankles with duct tape which they also placed over his mouth. They must have driven for miles. He was transferred to another vehicle at some point, open conversations taking place in a language he couldn’t understand. Occasionally they’d rip the tape off to pour water down his throat. He fell asleep at one point, he thought. It was all a haze, fuzzy memories leaving him unable to distinguish what’s real and what is fake. 

Next thing he knew he was being roughly dragged outside, mud staining his clothes as  he was thrown to the floor. 

“Good to see you again, Angel.” 

Kieran stilled, every hair on his neck stood on end, his heart leapt to his throat. He thought it might just stop. 

“What? Cat got your tongue?” Lukas jeered, his honeyed voice washed over Kieran like acid. The blindfold was yanked off his face, letting him look up to a man he wished he’d forgotten. 

Calloused fingers cupped his cheek tenderly, bronze eyes filled with such gentle warmth met his own. He used to melt under that same gaze, putty in his hands. He would have done anything to please him, debased himself in so many ways just to see those soft eyes look at him once more. 

Now they just filled him with fear. 

“It’s been so long, hasn’t it Angel? Were you afraid you wouldn't see me again? I was beside myself. I couldn’t close my eyes without seeing your face, haunting me like an enthralling ghost. I didn’t know what to do, I was so lost without you.” Lukas grabbed Kierans face in both hands, leaning in so close their noses almost touched, staring deep into his eyes in a way that made his skin crawl. This couldn’t be happening. This had to be some horrible nightmare, he was gone, he got out, he fled across half the country just to be safe and it wasn’t enough. He wanted to scream, wanted to yell, wanted to kick and scratch and do anything that would get him out of here, anything to never be trapped with this monster again. 

But his limbs were bound, his mouth stuffed full of cloth. Even if they weren’t, he wasn’t sure he was capable of it. He’d never fought back then. He hadn’t changed at all, not really. He was still the same meek figure he’d been back then. 

“You should never have left me Angel,” Lukas breathed, his breath hot on his face. “You’ll never leave me again.”

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Being kidnapped by your abusive ex is bad enough - even worse is Lukas needs to make money. How will he do that? Hurting his Angel on camera, of course <3

[wyked-ao3]

im going to go with a few OC's if they get a song well they are likely to at least get a short story to them lol cast from (the Pirate king of deaths redemption or the pirates cursed god series) @the-golden-comet thank you for the tag Writing blog @wyked-original-writing

Open tag

I Need to make a full one eventually lol

Daimhín at the moment I think

Oisìn song at the moment

Adoh approved of this song (he also will forge such a blade if ya let him)

Below this point songs may contain plotline spoilers

Open tag

Nimue

Davey....

Kieran's song he will be the last in the set

✨🎵OC Music Tag🎵✨

Hello, and thank you for the tag @rotting-moon-writes ! ✨

I will provide the music for each major OC in my stories 🎶✨

Peter Hart

Peter gets two. One for his default mood:

And one for when he’s vulnerable and opening up to Benjamin (for @gioiaalbanoart 🏴‍☠️✨)

“History Has It’s Eyes On You”

Benjamin also gets 2:

His default: Four Seasons by Vivaldi—Spring

And his vulnerable: “Hurricane”

YWIMC

Ali gets 2: “Friend Like Me” and “Balleilakka”

Noah gets 1: “Lemonade”

Making this an +open tag! ✨

ITROG

Tyr gets 2: “Monody” and “Pride and Fear” (for @wyked-ao3 and @sunglasses-in-the-bentley ✨)

Tenshito

Tenshi gets one: “Close To The Sun” (for @wyked-ao3 and @alinacapellabooks )

That was fun! Anyone else is free to hop in this chain or their own! 💖💫✨

[bununiii]

guys … i found this photograph of the duffy family wow ! once again all very real lore !!!!! when they all end up happily living on a horse ranch and living off the money from mary-beth’s novels !!

[inhurtandincomfort]

No one in Eldwin's family were particularly surprised. He was always very... "boyish" and didn't like girly things. Although long hair isn't hyper feminine in Aenora, I still envision him being like 5, 6 years old and cutting it himself. It wasn't that bad considering how young he was lol, but of course it needed cleaning up. It would be shortly after that, maybe 8-10 years old that he declared he wasn't a girl, and everyone was basically like yeah that checks out. It's not even that fact that he seemed so tomboyish, you know, gender expectations in Aenora are not necessarily the same. It was just like... vibes.

I also bet it was on those things where like one of the older women was like "it's a boy" before he was born, and she had a reputation for being right about these things. Everyone would be so certain of it that it was a surprise when he was born female. Perhaps the old woman STILL insisted and people thought she just refused to be wrong. But then no, whoops, turns out she was right all along.

I've mentioned before the Kieran's family didn't take it very well, his dad especially. I don't think they were surprised, not really, but they'd been trying to ignore it and convince themselves that he wasn't like that. I feel like his dad probably blames it on the fact that he did modelling as a kid and thus fed an interest in beauty and fashion which is not at all how that works, but hey, gender roles and homophobia! He thinks he should have forced him into sport instead, which again... not how it works, obviously. (he enjoyed the money well enough though -.-)

By the time of the story they were reconciling and Kieran had started talking to them again, but yeah it wasn't easy at first. Still isn't, but they're all trying.

How did your OC's family react to them coming out?

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[popinade]

some silly sibling sketches before the new year…

[glitterfish1272]

Can we start from zero, and be friends again? We never stopped being friends, Kieran

[hadrassians]

[noiverns-den]

oooh sad boys I love them