#~ebonis thread~

[novaxanomaly]

Kage squeezed Eboni's hand, and sighed.

Jax wrapped his arms around Riona protectively.

Enkai sighed, "she is ok."

Mika chuckled "come here you." he moved to pick the nymph up and brought him upstairs to his room.

Mission: Rescue Enkai || Closed Starter

@co11ywobbles

Enkai didn't know anything, as he lay passed out on the floor of a wooden shed somewhere.

Before this, he was lounging in the back yard of his childhood home, and dozed off waiting for his girlfriend to show up. He is a deep sleeper, so he didn't notice anything when he was kidnapped.

~~~

Ayaka walked into the backyard with Mira, after giving her a ride home on her bike. "Remember, shush about what I said about your brother... I kinda like making him wonder if I like him or not... his faces are so cute.." She said and dropped her bag on the ground next to the lounge chair Enkai would have been in if he was there.

[timeclipsed]

— ☆⋆˙ MALEVOLENT DISAPPROVAL IN A GLOWER practically sears holes through Tails' skull, a sneaker tapping discordantly against tile.

❝Don't even think about it.❞

[woven-sanguine-vulpine]

Kiyllo / Azurix / Dylin / Cecil

He/Xe/It/They/Vey/Web/Eye/All

Complex DID system with NPD

Corrupted divine of betrayal and mechanisms of power

Celestial fox

Vampire

Android

This blog is for discussing alterhuman things, sharing my alterhuman experience, and building community with other alterhuman folks.

Tagging system:

divinity - ⌛️ × kiyllo of the ebony blade

fox therianthropy - ⌛️ × azurix of nine tails

vampirism - ⌛️ × dylin of eternal night

cybrinity - ⌛️ × cecil of bytes and pixels

general discussion - ⌛️ × woven threads

[heartliar]

@bcntbouquet gets a starter bc i love dem.

Fresh mascara tear stains on her cheeks, she unlocks the apartment door and it swings open. She sadly shuffled inside, sniffling loudly as she closed the door again to lock it. She sobbed a few times as she slipped her heels off by the door and tossed her cute wristlet wallet towards the kitchen table. "D - Damn asshole ... " she muttered sadly, shuffling into the living room. "Dee ... " she muttered towards her brother, coming to curl in his arms. She smells of wine, lots of wine. The collar of her dress wet from her long hour of tears.

[witchkillr]

please consider with me a sparky and ebony playdate

[sasouken]

@rpscllion liked ❀ for an autumn / winter starter !

"you know, a lot of people think that the time for love is in february because of valentine's day, but this is the time of year where a lot of romance happens. i wonder if it's the cooler air that makes people want to cozy on up to each other. what do you think?"

[king-scourge]

@ebonyedge ( first real meeting under cut - )

[literaryvein-reblogs]

what are some ways to describe people other than eye and hair color

I am assuming you are looking for physical descriptors. Here are some examples. I may just make a different post on psychological descriptors.

Arms: Long, Muscular, Pudgy, Short, Skinny, Thin

Back: Bent, Hunched, Ramrod Straight, Rounded

Build: Anorexic, Athletic, Beefy, Brawny, Burly, Chubby, Coltish, Compact, Fat, Gangly, Gaunt, Gawky, Haggard, Heavy-set, Herculean, Husky, Lanky, Lithe, Muscular, Obese, Overweight, Petite, Rangy, Reed-like, Scrawny, Skinny, Slender, Slight, Solid, Spindly, Statuesque, Stocky, Strapping, Sylphlike, Taut, Thickset, Thin, Trim, Underweight, Voluptuous, Well-built, Willowy, Withered

Cheeks: Blushing, Bold, Curved, Dimpled, Bold, Curved, Dimpled, Disturbed, Glorious, Glowing, Hairless, High (cheekbones), Hollow, Honey, Livid, Pale, Pallid, Pink, Plump, Puffy, Radiant, Reddened, Rosy, Rounded, Ruddy, Shining, Smooth, Soft, Sun-burnt, Sun-bronzed, Sunken, Sun-tanned, Tanned, Tearful, White

Chin: Angular, Bony, Bumpy, Chiseled, Defined, Doughy, Firm, Protruding, Round, Smooth, Soft, Square, Strong

Ears: Jug-like, Large, Protruding, Tiny

Eyebrows: Arching, Bushy, Emphasized, Near, Spaced, Thick, Thin

Eyelashes: Artificial, Beaded, Beautiful, Blinking, Dark, Dark-fringed, Dense, Dusky, Heavily-fringed, Long, Mascaraed, Sandy, Sooty, Sopping, Tear-drenched, Thick, Uplifted

Eyes: Almond-shaped, Bright, Bulging, Expressive, Frightened, Gentle, Languishing, Little, Luminous, Made-up, Round, Shining, Shortsighted, Smart, Stunned, Thin, Wide, Woeful

Face: Baby, Blood-stained, Bold, Chiseled, Contorted, Dead, Expressionless, Fair, Familiar, Fierce, Flat, Frightened, Furrowed, Honest, Indifferent, Little, Pale, Poker, Pretty, Radiant, Rough, Ruddy, Sallow, Square, Stained, Swollen, Trim, Weather-beaten, Wry

Feet: Athlete's, Big, Flat, Pigeon-toed, Small, Sore, Stinky, Stubby, Swollen

Fingers: Gnarled, Long, Short, Stubby

Finger Nails: Bitten, Broken, Claw-like, Dirty, Hooked, Long, Painted, Sharp, Talon-like

Hair: Afro, Bald, Beehive, Braided, Bristles, Bun, Chignon, Coiffure, Combed, Corkscrew, Corn rows, Cowlicked, Crew cut, Curly, Disarrayed, Disheveled, Dreadlocks, Dry, Flattop, Flecked, French braid, French twist, Fringe, Greasy, Grizzled, Knotted, Layered, Locks, Matted, Messed up, Mohawk, Mussy, Muttonchops, Neat, Oily, Page boy, Perm, Pigtails, Plait, Pompadour, Ponytail, Ragged, Receding, Ringlets, Ruffled, Shaggy, Shorn, Shoulder-length, Skinhead, Spiky, Split-ended, Straight, Tangled, Thick, Thinning, Tidy, Topknot, Tousled, Twisted, Uncombed, Unshorn, Untidy, Wavy, Wiry, Wisps

Hand: Big, Elegant, Small

Height: Big, Knee-high, Medium, Short, Shoulder-high, Sky-high, Small, Tall, Towering, Waist-high

Legs: Amputated, Bandy, Bony, Bowed, Brawny, Bulging, Fluted, Gartered, Gouty, Graceful, Hacked, Hairy, Jagged, Knotted, Leaden, Long, Lower, Muscular, Pitiful, Rickety, Shapely, Shivering, Short, Sinewy, Slender, Slim, Spindle, Stockinged, Sturdy, Thin, Thread-like, Tinder, Tiny, Toothsome, Tree trunks

Lips: Blue, Cracked, Cupid's Bow, Downturned, Dry, Fat, Full, Grim, Large, Luscious, Parched, Parted, Red, Ruby, Small, Smiling, Thin, Wet

Mouth: Arch, Ascetic, Baby, Cavernous, Churning, Compressed, Cooing, Coral, Cracked, Cruel, Delicate, Dumpled, Distended, Dry, Fine, Firm, Frothy, Full, Funnel-shaped, Gaping, Grim, Handsome, Hungry, Insistent, Irritable, Large, Luscious, Munching, Musty, Perilous, Puckered, Querulous, Relaxed, Resolute, Sardonic, Sensuous, Serious, Slobbering, Small, Sulky, Sweet, Tender, Thin, Wide, Winsome, Wrinkled, Yawning

Neck: Bullnecked, Elegant, Long, Short, Swan-like, Thick

Palm: Broad, Oval, Rectangular, Square

Skin: Acned, Alabaster, Albino, Apricot, Black, Blemished, Blistered, Blooming, Blotchy, Blushing, Bronzed, Cadaverous, Calloused, Caramel, Clear, Craggy, Cream, Ebony, Fair, Flush, Freckled, Glowing, Greasy, Ivory, Jaundiced, Leathery, Lily-white, Lined, Milky, Mottled, Nut-brown, Olive, Pale, Pallid, Pasty, Peeling, Pimpled, Pink, Pitted, Pockmarked, Red, Rosy, Rough, Ruddy, Russet, Sallow, Scabby, Scarred, Smooth, Splotchy, Spotty, Sun-burnt, Tan, Wan, Waxen, White, Wrinkled, Yellow

Stomach: Bulging, Distended, Empty, Firm, Flabby, Flat, Heroic, Hollow, Lean, Paunchy, Protruding, Unbounded

Teeth: Artificial, Black, Blunted, Buck, Canine, Chattering, Clenched, Clinched, Compressed, Crooked, Dagger-like, Dazzling, Decayed, Deciduous, Extracted, False teeth, Feeble, Ferocious, Filed, Flashing, Fluoridated, Foam-laced, Fractured, Gap-toothed, Gleaming, Glistening, Glittering, Gnashing, Goofy, Grinding, Hooked, Horrid, Ivory, Jagged, Lacquered, Large, Milky, Mottled, Neglected, Pearly, Perfect, Pretty, Protruding, Razor-like, Sharp, Shining, Short, Small, Snowy, Sore, Spaced, Straight, Sweet tooth, Tender, Tiny, Toothless, Toothy, Ugly, Unrelenting, White, Wisdom, Wolfish, Yellow

Hope this helps! If it does, do tag me or send me a link to your writing. I'd love to read your work.

More: On Character Development

[lucentaire]

A side effect of being open was that others could pass judgement. And like most people, she did not necessarily . . . no one liked being judged. She did not feel judged, but if there was one truth that she could not shake was that her lack of transparency was what had fed the rumours that surrounded her for so many years.

Her hands twisted into the blanket and her palms almost hurt when her fingernails dug into them, but she maintained her composure. She was good at that. She could easily don a vague smile and just glide through plenty of awkward social settings, but this? This was hardly the average social setting.

She was weighing her options---she could . . . she would not call it coming clean, but essentially, yes, she could clear the air. Be truthful. Or she could take his promise that he would not pry and see how the conversation would develop further. Both was reasonable. And maybe, she should not say words that she could never take back while she was injured. She might be out of immediate danger, but there was no denying this had addled her mind more than just a little.

She was not upset at all with Gray. He was naturally curious---and that was a trait she typically appreciated about him. She could not change her reading of this character trait now, just because it had caused the conversation to take a slightly awkward turn. And really, she was to blame as well. She had allowed the conversation to take this route, she had set herself up for it. Blaming him would be, well. It would be quite childish---and she had not been a child in many years. She would not regress now.

She cleared her throat as she drained the last bit of her tea. "I don't really trust myself to make . . . sound choices right now," she admitted. "You don't have to . . . apologise. Being interested in other people isn't . . . a crime. Well, it can become a crime if boundaries get crossed in aggressive manners. But um, I didn't communciate a boundary surrounding my name so, well, it's not like you could've known."

She took deep breaths, seeking to steady herself just a bit. This was never easy. She did not think it would ever become easy. She stared at the porcelain bottom of her teacup, trying to divine what the next thing she should say was, how she should phrase her story, how she should clothe her request into words.

"I appreciate your apology but really, it's not necessary," she continued. "What, um, happened was that my dad had eyes like mine and some day, someone found out and appeared at our house, accompanied by an angry mob. One person can perhaps be reasoned with, but a frenzied mob? Not so much. And as I've said---it didn't go well for my parents." She swallowed. She had explained this story three times before, and it never ceased to be difficult. "Suffice to say, I have no love for anyone who uses superstitions and fearmongering to hurt others." In some ways, she could relate to the pain Lisanna and her siblings had suffered, but that was also not a topic for right now. "I need to sleep on whether or not I am comfortable with more people knowing . . . my original name. That said---my tea is all empty. If you have some more, I'd appreciate it. I am starting to feel a bit parched. And . . . thank you, I guess. For not prying. I sincerely appreciate that---and that you think Evergreen is a good name. I didn't have much time to workshop it."

Almost as soon as his words fell from his lips, he regretted them. As the moment dragged, silence heavy, he knew, in the manner of a fool walking too confidently across an apparently frozen lake, that he had misstepped. His joke was a crack in the ice, in the peace that had built between them, and he almost hoped the cold depths would open up and swallow him whole in that moment. Fuck. His mind raced, frantically whirring as the suspended moment revealed to him that his comment had hit rather too close to home.

Words jumbled in his mind, an attempt to find some combination that might backpedal the conversation and take the careless comment back. Mixed in with that intention, he almost found himself speaking a reassurance of sorts, that it didn’t really matter if Evergreen was her name or not. It crossed his mind, too, that he could explain that 'Gray' was not his full name (but that was hardly that interesting or comparable, so it was dismissed).

He turned his gaze away in order to better think, yet just as he was about to speak to dismiss the topic (perhaps even apologise), he heard her sigh. Her voice followed, pulling his attention swiftly back to her. Despite it all, her question brought a flash of sheepishness to him. She did have a point there. He supposed he’d never really questioned anything as simple as the names of his guildmates, but now, of course, the question on the tip of his tongue was…so what’s your real name?

But it would not be spoken. There were times when he could be a tad blunt, or ask about things that he shouldn’t, but as someone who valued his privacy, he didn’t want to push anyone else to share. And unless he had completely missed something, she had always gone by Evergreen, so it seemed her real name was not something to be given lightly or at all. He could certainly understand that. But it didn’t mean he wasn’t damn curious.

Amidst his internal struggle to keep the question to himself, he couldn’t help but note that she appeared…a little flustered. It made sense, given that he’d inadvertently called out her name situation, but still…it was cute. And maybe it was the lighting from the fire, but he could have sworn there was a faint flush to her cheeks. Very cute.

Turning over potential replies to her, he watched her movement, habit having his eyes track the motion. He frowned as she spoke, casting his mind back to earlier years within the guild. Any mentions of her or her past. Admittedly, he could only conjure the briefest flashes of memory that related to the topic – a time when he and Cana had watched the girl in company with Laxus, and they marvelled in passing that she hadn’t been zapped for sitting so close. Cana had wondered where she’d come from, but he’d changed the topic with an inelegant Who the hell cares? (which had earnt him an elbow in his side)

He’d never had the habit of asking about anyone’s past when they joined the guild, or speculating on it himself, as he wished the same courtesy would be extended to him. That wasn’t to say he didn’t listen if the topic was brought up, however, as he did. Some deep buried part of himself wondering if someone else around had experienced the same tragedy as him, the total destruction of one’s home, the loss of family, the guilt.

Her words ‘it burned down’ turned his eyes away, focusing (but not really) on the floorboards around him. Shit. If in his youth, some childish, twisted part of him had hoped for someone else to have a similar experience to him, he regretted that now, wholeheartedly. He sighed, a puff of chilled air, guilt and sympathy for Evergreen, or whoever she had once been, twisting in his stomach. A myriad of self-directed expletives shuffled through his mind. What could he possibly say now?

It took a moment, and came through an almost painfully tight throat. “I’m sorry.”

After pulling in a breath to shore himself, he returned his eyes to her, “You don’t have to say anything else, or explain, if you don’t want to.” He didn’t think he really needed to tell her that, as he knew by now that she was the type of person that would do what she thought was best regardless, yet the words came anyway.

And, in perhaps a poor attempt to lighten the mood, he added with a mild shrug, “For what it’s worth, I like the name Evergreen.”

[poisonouswonderland]

imagine playing with his hair…

Housewardens x Reader

Riddle doesn’t love it but as long as it’s in private and not distracting him then he won’t stop you. His upbringing left him rather touch starved. Your hand mindlessly fussing with his red locks is actually pretty comforting. You’ll have his cheeks turning the same shade in no time.

Leona threatens to fall asleep the second your fingertips meet his mane. He’s especially fond of the way you’re gentle around his ears. He won’t say out loud how much he likes it but when he rests in your lap and tells you to undo the braids, you get the idea he does.

Azul is tricky, you have to ease him into it. You wait for that moment during paperwork that he takes off his glasses and pinches the bridge of his nose and then go in for the opportunity. He ends up leaning against you as you stand beside his chair, fingers soothingly combing through his pearly white hair.

Kalim will take off his silk headdress in anticipation when you sit next to him, he adores it. Even if you’re just ruffling his hair, it’s attention from you that he loves and craves. He leans into your touch with a beaming grin on his face.

Vil would prefer if you didn’t.. or, at least, not without first asking. You find a happy medium where he’s sat in front of his vanity at the end of the day, brushes and combs at your disposal. You don’t use them. He smiles fondly at you in the mirror while you’re content to play hairdresser with your hands.

Idia falls off the bed when you first tried, stuck between fear of you and for your hand. Warn him next time! Now, he hardly notices when you’re playing with his fiery locks. A light, bashful smile pulls at his lips when he catches you.

Malleus was surprised to feel such a delightful sensation while he was reading. You were so engrossed in the story he was reading that you didn’t realize you began petting him, circling your fingers around his horns and threading down his ebony hair. He quickly began to read again in hopes you’d continue. To his joy, you did.

[astraystayyh]

the premise : u apply lipgloss on felix because ofc he suits glossy lips except it takes an emotional turn???? because felix is perfect sorry. this is fluffyyyy and the sanest reaction to this man being ur bf (and these pics. these pics....)

“lixie, stay still,” you giggle, body nestled between felix’s legs. He's leaning against the bathroom counter, hands propped on the sleek ebony marble as you apply a shimmering lip gloss to his lips.

“but don't you wanna know what changbin said to me?”

“of course i wanna know what creative pickup line he used on you today. of course i do, baby,” you smile and he rolls his eyes at the sarcasm dripping from your tone, his tongue poking against his cheek before gliding in (fake) annoyance over his lips.

“but…” he muses, tilting his head to the side, his hands finding your waist once again (they've been away for two minutes too long).

“but when your mouth moves i can't technically apply lipgloss to it.”

“maybe you're just a bad make-up artist,” he teases, before quickly planting a kiss on your temple. “kidding baby. you're the very best at everything you do.”

“you're actually incapable of being mean,” you laugh heartily, your thumb swiping across his chiseled jaw.

“i am very much capable of being mean,” he pouts, his eyes widening slightly, golden light spilling into his pupils— it refracts into an arrow delving straight into your heart.

“you can't say this in the softest voice and expect me to agree.”

“i am very much capable of being mean,” he repeats, only this time his timber is many many octaves lower. his voice reverberates straight through your stomach, a deep melody orchestrating the untamed butterflies in your stomach.

“this is the equivalent of a kitten throwing a punch to me,” you pull his face closer, and he shakes his head, mouth shut tightly as you reapply the glitter infused gloss on his lips, going delicately over his cupid's bow. his eyes are boring onto you, yet you don't shy away from his gaze. it is a kind one— like a blanket knitted with love thrown over your body.

“done,” you whisper, hands trailing up to his hair, blonde silky locks akin to threads of sunlight. you think he must be favored by the stars— how they stored the sun inside every component of his being for him to keep safe.

“you have the prettiest lips,” your voice is suddenly hoarse, thumb grazing slightly over his lips, ones shaped like a heart— akin to the one freckle he has right underneath his eye.

it wasn't enough for him to have the kindest soul, no, love needed to be etched onto his skin too.

“felix,” you rasp out his name.

he catches your tears before you sense them falling, swiping his thumbs delicately on your cheek. “angel?”

“you're an idiot.”

“am i?” he brings you to his chest swiftly, your nose buried in the orange blossoms and sea notes of his skin— your home, the one you'd recognize in blindness, in despair, in safety, in love.

“i wanted to apply this lipgloss on you because shimmer would suit your angelic lips and then we'd make out. but you just had to be so beautiful and pure that it makes me wanna cry.”

“I'm sorry,” he says and you giggle, more tears spilling from your eyes.

“see, this is what i mean. why are you apologizing. this is so silly and you're so perfect and i can't believe you love me.”

“well i do,” he leans away, kissing your forehead tenderly. the sticky lip gloss lingers on your skin. “i love you so much, angel. i will only ever love you.”

“promise me?” you ask in a feat of vulnerability almost foreign to your being.

“i promise.”

you believe him.

“thank you. please don't put this lipgloss near anyone else or it'll make them cry too.”

“i think that's just you baby,” he grins, his thumb swiping over your thigh comfortingly, then, his nose brushing against your own. “kiss?”

you close your eyes, a sigh of relief, of longing escaping your body. “please.”

to be loved by felix— maybe you're the one favored by the stars after all.

[heartliar]

@bcntbouquet ( @ricketybcnts ) sent. ( tension meme ) 💍 + Dee and Ebs

On a holiday vacation from work, Ebony was making sure she was spending all the time she could with her twin. After a long day of holiday shopping and mainly just looking at Christmas decorations, she had set up a small ' date ' for the pair of them at a nice restaurant to get two fancy dinners for some more quality time.

Candlelight on the table, delicious pasta in two plates in front of them. The two of them looked adoring to each other, talking with each other with love in their eyes. So, it wasn't odd that whenever the waiter came up to them to ask about some dessert, he said.

"Any cake or tiramisu for you and your husband?" That whole entire sentence hit Ebony like a ton of bricks, eyes blinking quickly before she let out quick, small laughs, nervous and a bit awkward. "N - no! We're siblings, hahaha." she started to bounce her knee. "And uh, no dessert. I'm good. We're good!"

[stareiiez]

take it

the alley way smells of piss and copper. it covers up the irritation that makes dante's breath smell sharp and sour in your nostrils. with every inhale you can smell the last little thread of patience he has quelling deep into the dog brain he uses.

his forearm crushes your windpipe. the edges of your vision blur into murky blacks and greys. your nails embed into the grainy brick wall you're crushed against. the back of your head burns and stings, but the pain is nothing compared to freezing steel ravaging your slimy cunt. you can't remember how long you two have been at it. how long you've been on the brink of passing out from the lack of oxygen, only for dante to save you at the last minute. he grants you a few breaths and the color from your cheeks to fade before you're being choked out again harder than the last.

your moans are nothing but squeaks and babbles of incompressible baby babble. you sound stupid. trying to force down mouthfuls of spit that gathers into your mouth, it hurts to swallow. you drool all over yourself. dante likes you like this, messy. both pairs of lips are glistening and sticky, catching on the low beams of champagne colored moonlight.

silver threads of your spent cum string the pistoning metal and your puffy pussy lips together. with every pull back, his eyes happen to watch how wet and shiny his precious weaponry gets. your pussy juices taint the very smooth gun metal, trailing over engravings carved into the barrel of the gun. with how stretched out you feel, wrapped around Ivory's loaded chamber dante thinks you can take Ebony as well up that slutty cunt of yours. he wants to see how stupid and whore like you can get while his girls fuck you in a way his dick could.

you dont know why he's pissed. why dante just dragged you into some alley on your walk home. maybe he didn't burn off enough energy during his latest demonic showdown. maybe vergil or his annoying ass nephew got too deep under his skin and he needs a stress reliever.

either way? he takes it out on pressing the pistol sights against your buzzing clit. it pinches you slightly when he grinds the small crevice against your clit. you shift uncomfortably, hips still rolling forward. just to please him. just so you can see dante groan deep under his breath and press hot kisses along the curve of your sweaty neck.

[sasouken]

@rpscllion

"is that. . . a dead body?"

[a0iakuma]

“ Because I like you? I suppose kissing you would be the obvious choice of attraction, yeah? ” By Gaia. His heart is racing. Running faster than Sonic could ever run in a lifetime. He's never kissed anyone before. He was always too busy being in reckless situations. Always on the run and having adventures. And kicking ass. Just mostly badnik ass or Eggman ass or other enemy ass.

“ Heh. Yeah. I'm surprised though. The Ultimate Lifeform hasn't gotten a kiss from anyone? I suppose I'm kinda lucky. ” Which is the truth. He'll be the one taking Ebony's first kiss and Ebony will be claiming his. His tail swished a little at the thought. Sonic was a little hesitant because, yeah, this was his first time. The kisses he's seen is from movies or on television. But he leaned in,

The blue hedgehog angled his head before closing the gap between them. It's like testing the waters. His heart hammered. He's actually kissing Ebony. His eyelids fluttered closed, his heart up in his throat, or that's how it felt. He's kissing him.

"But why me, why do you choose Me?..." The darker one asked kinda feeling nervous about this because this is his first kiss ever too. "I never kissed before so, I guess we will both learn-?" Ebony said feeling the faintest blush heat up his cheeks and the tips of his ears as Sonic cupped his face.

As they pressed their foreheads together; Ruby orbs look at the other's eyes, softening alittle.