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whoops my hand slipped *SECOND FATUI OC*
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i was thinking about naming my fatui oc eos but then i realized that i would have three "e" named genshin ocs WHAT DO I DOOOOO
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recently watched someone play poppy playtime chapter 3 (it was so good btw, so worth the wait), and one of the tapes made me think of esfir and dottore.
"Hmph. End of log. Ready to talk now, are you?" "I... possess... a question." "Go ahead..." "Do you... feel... anything?" (sigh) "This question is referring to what, exactly?" "You stick us. Beat us. Tear at flesh. Do you feel it?" "There is a secret inside you, 1006. Valuable beyond all measure. I cut and prod and burn at it, and I get closer with each session. So speak, or don't. Fight, or give in. Regardless, I learn something new about you every day..." (laugh) "It excites me!" "Thank you." "You... thank me?" "Absolutely. I learn something new about you every day."
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updated the intro post a bit <3
— meet the cast ♡
trigger & content warnings include brief religious references, minor references to bloodshed + war, death, etc etc. this list will inevitably be added onto in the future as i remember ocs i may have forgotten or as i make new ones.
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VIVIENNE KENNEDY, who is mostly addressed as vivi by friends and acquaintances alike, is a 24-year-old irish-american woman. though laid-back and generally kind, she seems... off, somehow. it is debatable what exactly it is that unsettles those around her so deeply.
notes: she/any, genderfluid. panromantic & pansexual. intp-a. chaotic good. taken.
LADY FATE, whose birth name is kismet but she punishes those who refer to her as such, is an immortal deity of unknown age or origin. the fate of the universe—of several, but not all universes—rests in her hands. she is aeon's mother, but they choose to have no contact with her and do their best to avoid her. she is also rumored to be responsible for a certain not-quite-human's poor fate, and out of no other reason but boredom too... what an awful being, indeed.
notes: she/they/it/any (excluding masculine pronouns). unlabeled. unlabeled. unknown. taken. chaotic evil.
CERES, formally referred to as the mother of all things, is a deity of unknown age or origin. she presides over nature and the one who some call "mother nature." her kindness is extensive and eternal (though... her judgement is objective and her feelings do not interfere), and her strength once knew no bounds, but she is currently very weak. she has returned to her homeworld to heal, so her involvement in this universe is currently quite minimal. she is a member of the council and terrane's mentor.
notes: she/her, unlabeled. unlabeled. unknown. true neutral.
AEON, known to some as their excellency horatia, is an immortal deity of unknown age or origin. they have power over the passage of time and the folds of space. analytical and distant, aeon is a puzzle with no obvious solutions who may do something downright vile one day and something objectively benevolent the next.
notes: they/them, genderless. demiromantic & demisexual. intj-a. true neutral.
NEXUS, known to very few as azrail, is an immortal deity of unknown age or origin. he has power over not death itself, but what happens after. he appears detached and cold, but... deep down inside, he is quite a bit softer than what one might see on the surface. there is a kind and gentle soul hidden beneath the detachment that trauma has bred.
notes: he/it, male. demiromantic & homosexual. intp-a. chaotic neutral. taken.
EROS, who introduces themselves as ezekiel to mortals, is an immortal deity of unknown age or origin. they have power over life. a reserved and elusive being, eros prefers keeping away from most people, but is proven to be a soft and kindly soul if one does happen to ever encounter her.
notes: he/she/they/any, genderless. demiromantic & asexual. lawful neutral. isfp-t.
VOXIS, whose birth name is celestine, is an immortal deity or unknown age or origin. he has power over the wind. it's hard to get close to him—not because they're cold! they're rather sweet, actually. he's just... very elusive. it is a common trait among his species.
notes: he/they, unlabeled. biromantic & homosexual. isfp-t. neutral good. taken.
LUMINUS, whose birth name is soleil, is an immortal deity of unknown age or origin. she has power over light. bright, personable, and bubbly, luminus is a kindly soul with a heart of gold. though the world has been unkind to her, she never seeks to be unkind to the world.
notes: she/they, unlabeled. homoromantic & homosexual. esfp-a. chaotic good.
TERRANE, who sometimes introduces herself as tierra and uses names interchangeably, is an immortal deity of unknown age or origin, but is blatantly much younger than her peers—she is still a child, even by immortal standards. she has power over nature. outgoing and kind, terrane is a gentle child with nothing but love to give. she is ceres' successor.
notes: she/her, unlabeled. esfp-t. neutral good.
CAENUM is an immortal deity of unknown age or origin, but is blatantly much younger than his peers—he is still a child, even by immortal standards. he has power over water. he has been known to be rather a rather timid child and is rarely seen without terrane, his sister.
notes: he/him, unlabeled. isfp-t. neutral good.
DRIFT, who sometimes introduces herself as chione, is an immortal deity of unknown age or origin. she is slightly older than terrane and caelum but still considerably younger than her other peers. she has power over ice and snow. her bodily state is rather weak and, much to her guilt, she often has to rely on the support of those around her if she wants to get any day-to-day tasks done.
notes: she/her, demigirl. isfj-t. neutral good.
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idyllic-musings · 4 months
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wake up guys another genshin oc concept just dropped 🗣🗣🗣
tw + cw. limb loss, near-death experiences.
consider: an on-field fatui agent (so the things they do are largely outside of snezhnaya; intelligence collecting, espionage, resource gathering, assassinations, etc) who works mainly for pantalone but often does work for the doctor too, by association.
a serious incident led to them losing two limbs and, on the brink of death, they crawled to a nearby fatui camp on the edge of snezhnaya. at pantalone's request, the doctor fitted them with prosthetics which effectively saved their otherwise lost-cause life... unfortunately now they owe the two harbingers their life :( damn. what a debt to owe. anyway, they joined the fatui because that was really the only option if they didn't want to become one of dottore's regular test subjects.
this is very much a "corruption arc trope" themed oc. someone who was once so kind and honorable has now changed after being so closely involved with the two harbingers. .........It's also fucked up found family if you all MUST know 🙄 /lh
my thoughts are that this oc pulls a "lyney and lynette" on the traveler when they arrive in natlan (but we do NOT know enough about that nation for me to set anything in stone. Sighhhhhh), yknow... except they feel absolutely no guilt, and when the traveler accuses them of betrayal, they shrug and say that betrayal is subjective and it would only be betrayal if they ever cared about the traveler at all. and they didn't.
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esfir (she/they) is a snezhnayan, born and raised, ex-fatuus who now lives in liyue and works at bubu pharmacy alongside baizhu.
tw + cw. mentions of human experimentation.
before esfir ran away from the fatui, however, she worked under and lived closely attached to the second fatui harbinger, il dottore... and even further before that, they were a member of the house of the hearth and a young soldier showing great promise. in what could be called a "diplomatic trade-off" between the knave and the doctor, esfir ended up a victim of his god remains experiments after he observed her great affinity for dead gods and their power.
a solo mission to liyue with the goal of investigating what remained of the chi lead to an encounter with both baizhu and hu tao--both of whom took great notice of esfir's presence as a consequence of the god remains that they were infused with. a brief pursuit ensued, ending with esfir fleeing back to snezhnaya. she believed that, should she be caught, she may be arrested. their second return a few months later led to an encounter with baizhu alone (who, unbeknownst to esfir, shooed hu tao off under the pretense that she frightened esfir. hu tao huffed, but obliged nonetheless). their interaction is brief, and ultimately, esfir flees again.
multiple other missions situated in liyue and surrounding areas led to several other encounters with the herbalist, and it soon became routine for them to stop by the pharmacy for needed items, such as herbs, medicines, or even fruit or pastries (baizhu recieves such a surplus of them, so he always offers when they stop by).
it is one mission that leaves them critically injured and exceedingly agitated and anxious. baizhu takes her into his care, and regularly communicates with fatui agents that il dottore has sent to inquire about their condition. multiple times, the fatui tries to insist on returning esfir to snezhnaya where they belong... and eventually, baizhu cannot brush them off any longer. esfir is returned to the nation of ice and put under their harbinger's care.
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but shortly after she heals fully, esfir runs away, disappearing off into another nation where they will not be found. the fatui searches liyue first... to no avail. and when the flames die down enough, esfir reluctantly enters liyue and seeks out baizhu, who offers her a full-time job and arranges a place for them to stay nearby until they can afford it themselves.
bam. found family moment. <3
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idyllic-musings · 4 months
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vivienne is 8 years old sometime this year 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉
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this post is still true but here's a general rundown for you guys <3
tw + cw. religious/spiritual abuse, mass murder, etc etc.
a quick rundown of who vivi is and how she came to be: vivienne kennedy is my main oc, who--in her first form--was a fnaf persona, way back in 2017. this has changed drastically and she is now a standalone oc with no connections to me or fnaf.
vivienne is a seraph currently living in a human body--a more or less eldritch being contained in human flesh. in her youth, she was identified as a viable and favorable vessel for the soul of a forsaken seraph, an ancestor of her family's who committed considerable sins thousands of years ago, leading to them being cast out of heaven. in essence, this sin was devoting oneself to a human woman who they loved dearly enough to start a family with--vivienne's family. by placing this forsaken angel into a human body, perhaps, just perhaps, this angel might have the chance to repent and release vivi's family from the curse which had been placed onto them as a consequence of this seraphim's actions.
well, you know, when vivienne's family prepared the ritual for this sort of fucked up soul transferral, the seraph took a fond, parental sort of liking to vivienne (they claimed she resembled their eldest daughter very closely). the angel--instead of taking the chance offered to repent--blended with vivienne's soul and let itself be consumed by her. blah blah blah vivienne mass murdered the majority of her family with her newfound power (save for her mother [while she WOULD have killed her, she couldn't, like something emotionally was stopping her], her siblings, a few cousins, and one aunt and two uncles; her father was already dead prior to this and she would have spared him anyway out of fondness and love) 👍
now she lives thousands of miles away from her mother with her baby siblings and is living... relatively normally.
i don't talk about vivienne on this website enough. which is weird, because she is my blorbo my beloved my first and main oc?
her lore is so fucked up though which may also be why i do not speak of her HAHA i don't think i would even know where to start, really. she's been an oc of mine for so long and has gone through so many phases and stages of existence to get her to be where she is today. i don't think i'd even know where to BEGIN in a conversation about her.
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main oc <3
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🌹| brief introductions ♡
trigger & content warnings include brief religious references, minor references to bloodshed + war, death, etc etc. this list will inevitably be added onto in the future as i remember ocs i may have forgotten or as i make new ones.
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vivienne kennedy (any, mainly she/her), alias vivi, is a 24-year-old irish-american woman with a suspicious amount of nonhuman, almost... angelic traits. she's rather kind and laid-back, despite her supernatural characteristics.
notes: genderfluid. panromantic & pansexual. intp-a. chaotic neutral. taken.
aeon (they/them), alias horatia, is an immortal deity of unknown age or origin. they have power over the passage of time and the folds of space. analytical and distant, aeon is a puzzle with no obvious solutions.
notes: genderless. demiromantic & demisexual. intj-a. true neutral.
nexus (he/it), alias azrail, is an immortal deity of unknown age or origin. he has power over not death itself, but what happens after. he appears detached and cold, but... deep down inside, he is quite a bit softer than what one might see on the surface.
notes: male. demiromantic & homosexual. intp-a. chaotic neutral. taken.
eros (he/she/they), alias ezekiel, is an immortal deity of unknown age or origin. they have power over life. a reserved and elusive being, eros prefers keeping away from most people, but is proven to be a kind soul if one does happen to ever encounter her.
notes: genderless. demiromantic & asexual. lawful neutral. isfp-t.
voxis (he/they), alias celestine, is an immortal deity or unknown age or origin. he has power over the wind. it's hard to get close to him—not because they're cold! they're rather sweet, actually. he's just... very elusive and rather anxious.
notes: unlabeled. biromantic & homosexual. isfp-t. neutral good. taken.
luminus (she/they), alias soleil, is an immortal deity of unknown age or origin. she has power over light. bright, personable, and bubbly, luminus is a kindly soul with a heart of gold.
notes: unlabeled. homoromantic & homosexual. esfp-a. chaotic good.
terrane (she/her), alias tierra, is an immortal deity of unknown age or origin, but is blatantly much younger than her peers—she is still a child, even by immortal standards. she has power over nature. outgoing and kind, terrane is a gentle child with nothing but love to give.
notes: unlabeled. esfp-t. neutral good.
caenum (he/him) is an immortal deity of unknown age or origin, but is blatantly much younger than his peers—he is still a child, even by immortal standards. he has power over water. he has been known to be rather a rather timid child and is rarely seen without terrane, his sister.
notes: unlabeled. isfp-t. neutral good.
drift (she/they), alias chione, is an immortal deity of unknown age or origin. she is slightly older than terrane and caelum but still considerably younger than her other peers. she has power over ice and snow. her bodily state is rather weak and, much to her guilt, she often has to rely on the support of those around her if she wants to get any day-to-day tasks done.
notes: demigirl. isfj-t. neutral good.
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idyllic-musings · 4 months
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wip......
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i like to think that when esfir gets sick (which isn't often, but when they do get sick, they get sick), baizhu—of course—encourages them to rest.
esfir refuses on account of two things: one, they've been through far worse than a little cold. far, far worse. two, she's snezhnayan, for god's sake! if a little cold took her out, that would be just pathetic. years of home remedies have prepared them for these moments of weakness. they should be immune to such inconvenient illnesses at this point, after being exposed to such freezing temperatures for their whole life!
(they never had a parent to take care of them when they were sick. these remedies are things they picked up from the other children at the house of hearth.)
this often leads to her fainting in the middle of liyue harbor when her illness catches up to her. baizhu is working towards untangling the things—the thought processes, the trauma—behind this awful habit.
until he does, esfir will continue doing this... much to everyone's worry.
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when i figure out the art basics it is over for you all JUST WAIT!!! ALL MY OCS WILL BE SO BEAUTIFUL AND PRETTY JUST YOU WAIT
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i finally broke my ambroseposting streak LMAO
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"Then why didn't anyone save me?! If the world is so good, then why didn't anyone help me escape?!"
esfir-core fr
as much as i would like to think this is something she would say to collei, it's not; this is something they would say to baizhu early on in their friendship with him. it's... perhaps about collei, but not said to her. collei broke out without so much as asking her if she would want to escape, too. even if the answer would most definitely have been "no, do not ever ask me such a stupid question again" at the time, it would have been the sentiment that mattered. but there was no sentiment. collei saw esfir as a villain as much as she saw dottore as one... and for that, esfir is mad.
she was a victim too, collei. why don't you see that? why can't you see that?
the simple answer is that both collei and esfir were young and unwise, and young collei could not see esfir as a victim when dottore was so much more fond of them than he was of any other victim.
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anatomy......
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idyllic-musings · 5 months
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wow. hello. i am so normal i promise. i swear. i promise. just trust me bro 🙏 anyway. eldritch gods and their fucked up followers, y'know? lowercase intended for the Vibes(TM). this post is completely platonic btw 👍
tw & cw. body horror, blood, fucked up devotee & deity dynamics, spitting up flowers as a metaphor of sorts to eldritch mutation and ambrose's bond to yaoshi (it is NOT an allusion to hanahaki disease; spitting up flowers serves a very very different literary purpose in this fic), ambrose's blood has life-giving qualities, etc. read with caution.
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ambrose does not flinch when the thorns of the rose cradled in their hands prick almost desperately into their skin. it's as if this rose seeks something from them—it's looking for something. the plant seems to thrive on the taste of their blood, glowing with revitalized life after wounding them, but aside from that, it is most certainly seeking out something else.
no, they do not flinch. not anymore. it stings, but only slightly. it burns a little. it always does. but still, they do not flinch.
a soft hum rises from their throat as their blood drips down their fingertips onto the marble floor below. ambrose's chest trembles and their breath wavers as the flower's thorns dig further into their flesh dizzyingly, tearing new holes dripping a deep wine red in the unblemished and unscarring skin belonging to one imbued so impossibly with the power of the path of abundance. their head spins. vaguely, they muse and lament to themselves about how rude it is of them to dirty such a sacred space with their blood. so, so disrepsectful... how they wished that it was not in their body's nature to bleed so profusely.
(but then again, yaoshi never minded much. such a gentle aeon would not forsake their most loyal devotee for such a small error... and even then, was shedding their blood an error? perhaps not, ambrose thinks. perhaps it is more akin to a display of devotion. they of all people have nothing to prove to their aeon, that much they know, but is bloodshed not the purest form of vulnerability? in a moment such as this, are they not at their most weak and unguarded? is such vulnerability not the most untainted form of love and devotion? in that case, they would bleed as much as yaoshi desired. they would do so without a second thought.)
ambrose does not withdraw despite the stabbing throb spreading throughout their arm as the plant's roots take place underneath their skin and within their veins.
they do flinch now, though, as a sharp hiss is ripped from their chest.
...but it is necessary. they've lived so long now—longer than two or three generations of the longest lived xianzhou natives, perhaps. one such as themselves with such an expansive lifespan would inevitabily need to resort to bloody methods to remove mara's influence on their mind.
the penetration of their skin was perhaps not the easiest way, but it was the most effective way for their aeon's influence to cleanse their body.
and really, they don't think they'd mind at all if this process tore them apart by the seams. if it was anyone other than their patron deity, they might—no... would be resistant.
it is only because of yaoshi that they are alive. dying by their hand would be an honor, in a way.
...of course, ambrose doesn't think yaoshi would. tear them apart, that is. they've drawn blood before—intentionally, on occassions like this, and accidentially, on other such occassions when their nails dug a little too harshly into ambrose's fragile skin—but it's hard to imagine them doing something that violent (and cruel, depending on who one asks, but ambrose does not think it would be so).
the roots dig deeper, deeper, deeper into their body. it tears a visceral sob from their chest.
it hurts now. the pain sears across their skin, through their chest, through their veins and arteries and every organ in their body.
ambrose's slow-beating heart squeezes painfully as if wrapped in vines and thorns, and their breath all is all but stolen from their lungs. on their tongue, they taste iron and something vaguely floral, but they can't raise their hands to check if they're bleeding.
the emanator wheezes, head tilting back and glossy, unfocused gaze now directed at the ceiling.
(it's decorated in a beautiful mural painted by some of yaoshi's other followers.)
they manage to heave out a raspy, constricted cough, and they vacantly note the tickle of a soft texture upon their lips. it eventually flutters to the floor, settling in one of the many splatters of their blood.
the power of the abundance flows in an entirely unrestricted way through their veins. it wasn't unusual for their body to produce a petal or two every now and then.
vines, free of any and all thorns, curl around their limbs, over their thighs, across their torso, and around their neck, all to keep them from thrashing—it's a precaution more than anything. ambrose only thrashed the first few times, when they were far younger, far less used to the agony.
but now the pain seems natural, and the vines are comforting.
the tear that slips down their cheek and mixes with the blood on their face is wiped away with parental haste.
ah.
it's hard to think about the pain, ambrose muses, when there is such a kind aeon to guide them through it.
indeed, if yaoshi wanted them to bleed...
ambrose would be more than happy to bleed out.
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