Independent RP blog for an  ORIGINAL CHARACTER .   Established 2012 ,   with the main rule of Don’t Be A Dick .   This blog is LOW - ACTIVITY   &   MUTUALS ONLY .           Multiverse  &  multimuse friendly ,   semi-multiship ( only with close friends )

* 𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑹   The name’s Whitney ,   THEY / HIM ,   I’ve been around the block a few times  &  I’m just a tired old man  &  am not fast ,   I ask for your patience  &  would love to be offered an egg during these trying times 🥚  I’m 25+  &  love talking about dragons as well as space .  

* 𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑳𝑨𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑹   Please have your age stated on your blog ,   as I will not follow if you are not 18+ ,   &  am not very comfortable shipping with those that are not 21+ .   This character is intended to be  HORROR -  BASED  in nature ,   though not necessarily a constant theme on this blog .  

꧁ Quick links (wip):   rules .  /  about .  /  verses .  /  info .  /  carrd .  

It's immediate ,   the warmth that blankets her so wholly .   Freely given ,   when often times there was a trepidation that often heralded every step ,   every breath ,   every act of the SOLDIER that breaks away from the constant madness if only to spend a moment together .   She feels the gasp that drags itself into stagnant lungs ,   the skip of a tattered heart that barely holds a beat   (   yet somehow it finds one within Sephiroth   ) .   Spaded tail coils lightly ,   clawed hands rising to lightly rest against abdomen ,   bracing ,   feeling the warmth that seeps into cool palms   &   the breath that Sephiroth takes filling her with a sense of calm that she would have never found elsewhere .   A stolen moment of tranquility shared between them ,   hidden away from the prying eyes of the media   &   world that hounds the SOLDIER .    This is their sanctuary ,   an Eden within each other's arms where the air falls still to witness their peaceful intimacies .   Forehead tilts forward ,   pressing against chest with a faint smile that curls corners of painted lips ,   tail slowly wrapping around Sephiroth's legs with a quiet HUM that slips past lips to denote the happiness that settles within the aches bits of her soul .   The lingering hands dipping lower to press to base of spine  &  base of tail draw a short inhale from her ,   eyes fluttering closed as the current of delight travels up the length of her spine ,   claws gently scraping the leather of clothing  &  prompting her to arch her back just enough to look up  &  meet vibrant verdant gaze with slight arch to her brow .   Warmth pools between them ,   taloned hands now skating upwards to graze over exposed skin ,   resting at throat's pulse for the breadth of a second ,   before coming to cradle cheek within palm while other hand comes to rest upon the woman's shoulder .                        ❝   If I didn't know any better ,   I would have hazard a guess that you were trying to spirit me away like some long lost lover .   ❞        She goes quiet then ,   padded thumb smoothing over sharp cheekbone as expression softens under the subtle intensity of Her gaze .   Perhaps that is what they are ,   that within the chaos   &  desolation of a world that endlessly gorges on itself ,   they can break away from its iron grasp to reach   &  pine for each other .   At least ,   it's what she'd like to believe .

❝ ──── Perhaps that wouldn't be so bad . ❞

There's something fascinating about her ,   while it was never spoken aloud within the presence of the other ,   it most certainly was caught within the lingering stares that were cast during intensive training ,   down the the mundane things such as reading a book .   Sharp features that did little to hide the gentleness of expressions ,   the tenderness of a smile that at times extended towards those brilliant eyes of hers when they caught her staring   (   did she feel the same when Ebony found her staring back in turn ?   she could only hope   ) .        Smaller body presses against hers as she once again suppresses a shiver at the thumb that remains at the indent of her spine ,   the exhale released sounding more akin to an enraptured sigh ,   tail gently brushing against the back of Sephiroth's calf with the gentle scrape of scales against leather .    Fate was cruel to give rise to such little hopes ,   but she found herself ruminating all the same .   Were they not already shunted by the world ,   given no place to stand except beside one another ?   Were they not both Eve   &   the Serpent ,   devouring from the same apple ( rotten girls , damned girls , blasphemous sinners already condemned ) ?   She tells herself that she does not dare dream .   Yet still ,   she hopes . She dreams .

I think a huge reason why I never really passionately talk about Eb is just because of prior experiences overall that I had with her, where some people told me that I just talked too much about her in a really mean way and it really ruined how I perceive or even talk about her. I feel like I get too annoying and maybe it's just too overwhelming and I end up taking silence to my talking about her as disinterest. It's very much a learned behavior where I don't even talk about her when people ask me about her and just deflect to talk about their character instead and I wish I didn't feel so much shame talking about Ebony's story along with her past.

Certain people ruined my love for her, and that's unfortunate but it's true. Granted those people are no longer in my life but those feelings remain and have permanently affected me. I used to talk about Eb a lot, I would make posts and drop lore bits and do all of these things, I would make whole AU's for her and everything that I wrote in as well.

I just wish I could unlearn that feeling of shame I feel when I do blast people with walls of text about her because I do feel like I get super yappy and can't stop and then I go on tangents that people probably can't follow. That's why I keep her small and likable, where I just use her as a character to further develop other people's stories that they want to delve into and just keep her own story to myself because I figure people don't necessarily want to see that side of Eb where like. Lmao she is very much a horror oc with her own lore.

❝ Grimmjow are you feeling well ? You haven't touched your catnip fishbone toy ── ❞