#deeza

It was late. 

It was always late. 

Kellian didn’t sleep well at the best of times. It was easier when he had company, of course, as he had a reason to stay abed; but sometimes demons of the past wouldn’t let him be, and he needed to rise and walk the floor of his home, or find some object or other to tinker with. It’s where he was now - by the light of a candle, as he didn’t wish to disturb his companion - trying to carefully fit a fine-toothed gear into a device he was trying to repair for a client. He frowned as his hands shook. 

“Old injuries playing up again, as well.” Kellian muttered, letting out a soft sigh as he put his tools down and clenched his hand into a tight fist, closing his eyes as he waited for the tremors to pass. 

He was so focused on trying to overcome the old injury that he didn’t hear the pad of footsteps behind him until he felt arms wrap around his neck and shoulders as his companion draped herself over him like a cloak, pressing a kiss to his cheek as she did so. “C’mon, you.” Dee purred softly, her voice low as if not to disturb the silence looming at the edge of the candlelight. The usually brazen and blunt Keeper was always a little more gentle when it was late, when she was half asleep and only trying to care for him. Kellian’s poor sleeping habits were not news to her, far from it - and she knew that the best thing for him was a gentle coercion to return to bed. Even if he didn’t sleep, Dee knew he suffered less by her side. “Back t’ bed, Mai. C’mon.” Practically scooping her arms under his and lifting him out of the chair (and Kellian knew she could lift him up without effort), she guided him up and to his feet, and back toward the bedroom.

Arm around her waist for support, Kellian obediently followed - but before they went, he reached out to pinch the flame from the candle and snuff it out.

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@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast

Bold the choice that applies the most for each pub.

Italic other likely possibilities.

Pub 1

Huddles in a corner staring wide-eyed at the group and wonders how they got there in the first place | Sits off to the side, sipping something non-alcoholic and watches the antics | Cheerfully sits with the group and drinks their first round | Calls for a round of shots to get the party started | Hangs our near the center of things, telling stories and cracking jokes

Pub 2

Finds a new corner to huddle in, growing increasingly concerned as the drinks flow | Relents and orders a glass of wine to nurse through the next ice age | Laughs and chats with the group, drinking the drinks and enjoying the camaraderie | Is off flirting and chatting with someone (or a few someones) up | Has made friends with the pub’s musician and is on stage singing and/or dancing a jig

Pub 3

Has been kidnapped by a roving gang of pirates  | On a third glass of wine and starting to let flow all sorts of interesting self details | Has managed to spontaneously get half the bar to sing a drinking song | Has hooked up, proposed, and split up at least twice thus far and is working on their rebound third | Disappeared into a back alley with a shady looking character leaving assurances of picking something up to “liven things up a little”

Pub 4

After being adopted as their impromptu mascot, is now being ferried around by the pirates on a makeshift palanquin as their “Pirate Queen” | Beyond wine drunk and keeps losing layers because it’s “too hot” | Is engaging in some cross group friendly rivalry in the ages old combination of booze and hurling sharp objects at a target | Passed out in the gutter halfway to the fourth pub | Whether it is incendiaries or herding the entire crew onto an impromptu dragon flight, whatever surprise is planned will be memorable

tagged by @bloodbornblue

“Argh-! Bloody, blasted bloody bastard fuck...”

Foul language was par for the course when it came to some serious tinkering. Kellian recoiled from his work with the string of invective flowing from his lips, and he pulled his face away from the hot spurt of oil that had ejected from the deep mechanisms of his magitek cycle. This was why you wore goggles - fortunately he had. He pulled his protective eyewear up and onto his forehead, trying to wipe the greasy oil from his face - but only doing a good job of smearing it all over his scarred cheek and jaw. 

Grumbling, he scratched his bare chest where some of the lubricating oil had hit and sizzled, briefly, before dying upon his skin. This was why you wore a shirt - or at the very least, some coveralls. 

In fairness, Kellian *was* wearing coveralls, but he had taken the top half down to his waist and tied the sleeves in a knot; it was, quite simply, too hot to bother with safety. His skin was already plenty scarred, and a few spatters of hot oil were hardly going to make any difference to the tapestry that was his bare flesh. 

“Kellian? Everythin’ all ri- Oh.” Deeza had come out to the front yard to see what he was shouting about - and had stopped to admire the view, eyebrow raised. A smirk crept over her lips, and she lowered herself to sit on the bench, tail flicking idly by her side as she eyed him up like a cut of steak.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Just-” Kel paused, and gave a soft laugh. “What are you looking at me like that for? Did I get some on me?” 

“Just a li’l bit. Suits ya.”

Smirking, Kellian put on the most seductive pout he could manage, smearing more of the slick oil over his tan skin on apparent purpose. He saw the expression on her face shift to one of quiet panic. 

“Alrigh’, if you’re gonna be like that, I’m gonna go back inside.” She said with a laugh, standing up to knock her fist against his jaw with playful force. 

((You’re a dork @fiendofearth ))

been cheated on | been bullied | told a horrible lie | stolen something of value | overdosed on drugs | been drunk | passed out | cheated | bullied | punched someone in the face | been beaten up | broken a bone | been admitted to hospital | had a near-death experience | been drugged | done drugs | smoked | kissed someone you weren’t attracted to | bled severely | killed someone | had an attempt on your life | made an attempt on your own life | lost someone | loved someone | gone without food for over three days | gone without sleep for over three days | been tortured | been slapped by a parent or higher up | been abused by someone who should have loved you | had a panic attack | been in a chocobo accident | had sex | had sex with a stranger | been raped | felt raped | passed out from pain | cried yourself to sleep | spent a whole day in bed | hurt yourself | taken your anger out on yourself | taken your anger out on someone you love | been used | used | been terrified | played a cruel game on someone | been dominant | been submissive | been forced to smile | been misgendered | felt too many things at once | laughed when you felt like crying

Thanks for the tag: @oracleffxiv, @kelliangrey-ffxivrp ya nerds!!

NAMES

Delhan Sylla

Deeza

Dee

Behemoth

Zora

EMOTIONS

Anger

Pride

Stubbornness

Fearful

Ashamed

COLOURS

Black

Gold

White

Red

Blue

SCENTS

Rum

Smoke

Sex

Leather

Sweat

VICES

Narcotics

Alcohol

Pain

Sex

Fighting

CLOTHING

Combat Boots

Leather Coats

Long Sleeved Gloves

Chest Binds

Button-up Shirts

BODY LANGUAGE

Rolling Shoulders

Narrowed Eyes

Tail Swishing

Ears Twitching

Crossed Arms

AESTHETIC

The bustle of a fighting ring

Lazing in the sun

Walking through dark alleyways

A lone ride in the night

A dark corner of a quiet bar, drinking

OBJECTS

Stone Axe

Bottles of Rum

Cigarette Case

A Silver Ring

A Somnus Pipe

SONGS

You’re Going Down - Sick Puppies

Animal I Have Become - Three Days Grace

I’m Not A Saint - Billy Raffoul

Runaway - Bon Jovi

Remember Everything - Five Finger Death Punch

Tagged by: @kelliangrey-ffxivrp and @oracleffxiv, thank you friends!!! Good meme!!!

So, I’ve thought long and hard about this because there are so many good choices that fit Dee. This is Team A! Dee would go for the biggest meanest looking things she could find, and those more aspected to her fighting style; Fighting, Ground, Rock. Typhlosion was added in there, because even though he’s not a fighting type, he’s still badass and Dee would appreciate that. Also, he’s a mun favourite. Overall the team is weak against many other elements, much like Dee, but she’s a fighter at heart. And she’ll power through the situation even if she isn’t best equipped for it.

But, because making decisions is hard, I made up a Team B, too, which is more of aesthetic feel and... mostly Pokemon Dee would like to have running around and chilling with her, as apposed to Team A, which are the kick-ass squad.

Meet Team B!

I picked Totodile on the end because that would be her most obvious starter pokemon. The rest are just cute things or aesthetically pleasing bois who she’d have hanging around with her.

You’re only supposed to pick one team, but fuck the system, I can do what I want.

Thanks so much for the tag, @kelliangrey-ffxivrp this was fun to think about!

Tagging: @nikuyakotomi, @vexredain and @azims-chosen AND ANYONE ELSE WHO SEE’S IT, GO FORTH, EMBRACE THE POKEMON MEMES! 

I forgot to put the link so here my bad!!! https://richi3f.github.io/pokemon-team-planner/national_dex.html#