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imfvckingurdad · 8 months

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Blorbo fanfiction except the blorbo is my oc Tsaravi so I literally have to make all of the content for it to exist plz end my suffering—

This fic is titled “wdym my blorbo is just the dabloons cat” on ao3 •w•

I should preface this fic by saying that this OC is an npc I made for my friend’s d&d campaign, which is set in the One Piece world. Therefore this is technically a One Piece fanfiction but it’s entirely about this OC and no characters from the show appear or are even mentioned lol but there will be locations from the show?? Or I might just use the one place my friend gave me and then make up the rest bc I know nothing about One Piece and I don’t wanna bother him with a bunch of questions lmao

In case you want to know how Tsaravi’s name is pronounced, instead of just making it up in your head, I pronounce it Sah-Rah-Vee (slight roll to the R) :3

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The scorching sun shone on the oceans waves as they lapped at the edges of the port. The sea breeze was the only relief the people of alabasta got from the summer heat. Not even the colorful tarps and canopies used to shade the lively bazaar helped very much.

The bazaar was filled with merchants and travelers from all around the globe, gathered to trade stories and culture along with material goods. With all the colorful fabrics and sizzling food, it is easy to pass over the small purple tent on the edge of the crowd.

The tent was more of a shoddy canopy made of some fabrics and large wooden poles stuck into the ground than a tent. It only served to provide the owner with some shade while they did their business.

The aforementioned owner was sat against his incredibly large backpack, filled with goods and trinkets he collected in his travels. His tail gently flicked against the dusty old rug he sat on and his ears twitched in the hooded purple cloak he wore. His red eyes scanned through the bazaar as he kept his head low, letting the hood obscure his face. His wares were ordinary, nothing of value was displayed atop the ratty red cloth. Only a small bowl of spices and some random shells. As he eyed the passing crowd, he noticed that not a single person looked at his shop. Or so he thought.

“Oh my, what a nice shell”

He turned towards the voice. It seems a customer appeared while he was distracted.

“I see you have a keen eye! Tsaravi sells the finest shells in all of alabasta!”

Tsaravi found the shell the customer was looking at in a dumpster behind a bar. The finest shells indeed…

“Really? Where did you get it?”

This was too easy. It’s no wonder there are so many scammers out there when people were this gullible.

“Tsaravi may not share his sources. However that shell can be yours for the very low price of 500 berries!”

He used his most charming salesman voice as he pitched the deal. The Khajiit caught the innocent idiot hook line and sinker with his shell scam. He even put it in a fancy glass box to sell the lie of it being special.

Scamming wasn’t his usual business practice, but Tsaravi wasn’t getting any of his usual customers, so it was hard to do any real business.

The real business being his maybe legal trade of probably not legal goods. He sold the last of his normal goods at the last city he visited, so he had to rely on whatever he found on the way here. The biggest disappointment of the week was that no one would get to try his latest batch of Tsaravi’s mystery powder. He spent the voyage to alabasta perfecting his white powder, which resulted in his black fur getting coated in white. It took ages to get it all out, and even now there were still some spots where his fur sparkled unnaturally.

Just as he pocketed the pouch of berry, a burly man with a large scimitar on his hip stomped into Tsaravi’s line of sight.

“I hear you sell cheese”

Tsaravi had never dealt with this man before. Had never even seen him until this point, but this man was here for Tsaravi’s real business. Perhaps one of his regulars has been spreading word of him.

“Tsaravi has wares if you have berry, what type of cheese are you looking for?”

“Stinky cheese. You got anything with a bit of firepower?”

The man kept his voice low, but it wasn’t entirely necessary with all the background noise. His request was not uncommon, but something told Tsaravi that this man was dangerous. Maybe it was the bounty poster with his face on it a couple meters behind him.

“Of course! Tsaravi has plenty of cheese like that! However, this one would not sell such cheese in a crowded bazaar such as this. Let us go somewhere more private!”

His sharp toothed smile never wavered. He wouldn’t have questioned selling the pistol to the burly man. That is, until he kept talking.

“Must be hard, wearing that cloak in this heat. Why don’t you take it off?”

The man chuckled gruffly. Tsaravi stopped preparing to move locations. This man was not here as a customer.

“Ah, this one is quite fine. Tsaravi’s hometown is much hotter than Alabasta.”

He kept the conversation going, but Tsaravi was done playing along with the man. As he started packing up his shop, he remembered the pistol he was going to sell.

“Apologies my friend, but this one forgot he sold the cheese already! Perhaps you should come back next time.”

He spoke with the same salesman voice he used on the gullible customer from earlier. He packed the last of his things into the large backpack and hefted it onto his back. His ears folded back under the cloak, betraying his cheery façade. This reaction went unnoticed by the man as Tsaravi turned to leave. Before the man could do anything else, Tsaravi dropped a small bottle, breaking it and releasing thick smoke into the crowd. He made his escape towards the docks amidst the confusion.

Tsaravi didn’t know if the man was a pirate or an undercover marine. Perhaps he was neither. Either way, he was after Tsaravi’s head. The threat of death doesn’t scare him though. He has a business to run, and money to make. Marines are bad for business. The longer he can keep his face off of a wanted poster, the better. Pirates aren’t much better, but at least they don’t arrest him, they just try to steal his stuff sometimes.

Now, which ship will he sneak onto this time?

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trickster-tabby · 6 months

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Info on my skyrim au characters

(this is all 13 years after the defeat of Alduin)

Team Dragonborn

Gizmo the Small: The Last Dragonborn. They/them, Argonian, 24(physically 16 due to dragon souls slowing their aging), 4'11, bisexual, nonbinary. Found sibling of Cicero.

Taliesin: He/they, Altmer, 163, 6'4, pansexual, genderfluid. Boyfriend of Caryalind Thallery, friends with benefits with Kaidan Khim-Flavius, Lucien Flavius, and Puzzle the Tricky.

Lucien Flavius: He/him, Imperial, 36, 5'5, gay, trans male. Husband of Kaidan Khim-Flavius, friends with benefits with Taliesin and Puzzle the Tricky, father/mother(he doesn't care) to Mei Khim-Flavius.

Inigo the Brave: He/it, Khajiit, 37, 5'10, bisexual, cis male. Boyfriend of Jack Goldsnatcher, father of Egg the Strange, found brother of Kaidan Khim-Flavius.

Kaidan Khim-Flavius: Any/all with a masc preference, Akaviri, 34, 6'6, bisexual, unlabeled gender. Husband of Lucien Flavius, boyfriend of Caryalind Thallery, friends with benefits with Taliesin and Puzzle the Tricky, father of Mei Khim-Flavius and Raelyn Khim-Thallery, adopted father of Finley Khim, found brother of Inigo the Brave.

Caryalind Thallery: Aldmeri Prince. He/him, Altmer, 35, 6'3, biromantic asexual, trans male. Boyfriend of Kaidan Khim-Flavius and Taliesin. Birthgiver to Raelyn Khim-Thallery.

Puzzle the Tricky: He/it, Altmer (Demiprince), 218, 5'1, aromantic fagdyke, trans male. Friends with benefits with Lucien Flavius, Kaidan Khim-Flavius, and Taliesin. Son of Sheogorath.

the rest of my ocs (not technically part of team dragonborn)

Jack Goldsnatcher: Thieves Guildmaster. She/her, Khajiit, 36, 5'7, pansexual, cis female. Girlfriend of Inigo the Brave, adopted mother of Egg the Strange.

Zynile Silent-Moons: Dark Brotherhood Listener. He/she, Dunmer, 38, 5'4, aromantic lesbian, trans female. Friends with benefits with Valrynil the Traitor.

Rosalyn the Fair: She/they, Redguard(vampire), 57(physically 16), 5'2, questioning, cis female.

Belladonna: He/him, Falmer, 3,769(physically and mentally 19), 6'0, biromantic asexual, cis male. Boyfriend of Millie the Passed.

Parker the Bright: Arch-mage of Winterhold. He/him, Orc, 33, 6'2, aromantic heterosexual, cis male. Boyfriend of Connor the Misplaced.

Valrynil the Traitor: Harbinger of the Companions. Vyn/vyr, Altmer (werewolf), 79, 5'9, gay, agender. Friends with benefits with Zynile Silent-Moons.

Connor the Misplaced: He/him, American, 21, heterosexual, cis male. Boyfriend of Parker the Bright.

Egg the Strange: ask for pronouns, 'Lilmothiit' (not a true lilmothiit), 18, pansexual, genderfuck. Child of Inigo the Brave, partner of Betty Drenalia.

Betty Drenalia: She/her, Argonian (vampire), 17, bisexual, trans female. Girlfriend of Egg the Strange.

Millie the Passed: She/they, Bosmer (draugr/zombie), 22, pansexual, nonbinary. Girlfriend of Belladonna.

Tsaravi: She/her, Alfiq Khajiit, 48, demisexual lesbian, nonbinary.

Alvin Dovahkiir: Reincarnation of Alduin. He/him, Imperial(?), 11. Adopted son of Gizmo the Small.

Finley Khim: He/him, Altmer, 6. Adopted son of Kaidan Khim-Flavius.

Mei Khim-Flavius: She/her, Imperial/Akaviri, 4. Daughter of Kaidan Khim-Flavius and Lucien Flavius.

Raelyn Khim-Thallery: He/him, Altmer/Akaviri, 2. Son of Kaidan Khim-Flavius and Caryalind Thallery.

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