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istut · 1 year
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*2023.01.08. カイフランクのある暮らし。 フィンランドのある暮らし。 カイフランクのKF106「Usva」(Haze)が入荷しました。 https://istut.shop-pro.jp/?pid=172257278 表情の揺らぎがどの角度から見ても異なり光の透過を無限に楽しむことができる作品ですね。 1958年製。 プロフィール欄の新着品リンクからもご覧いただけます。 #カイフランク #ヌータヤルヴィ #北欧ヴィンテージ #フィンランド #kajfranck #usva #finland #北欧 https://www.instagram.com/p/CnIlfr_PGwE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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batcadillac · 7 months
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As by tradition, no matter the season, Oak takes his two mates to the beach. They spend their day in the water, while Oak watches them in their element. He prefers being on the beach...he rather digs a hole (what's up with that anyway? lol) or just has his feet in the sand, feeling the earth beneath them.
Oak (mine), Usva (@kuukorppi), Vapor(@crvycosplay)
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narrayya · 26 days
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arcaneacolyte · 8 months
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“In a shot I’d swap my body for a body of water
Worry the cliff side top as a wave crashing over
I’d lower the world in a flood, or better yet I’d cause a drought
If I were a rip tide, I wouldn’t take you out.”
—Anything But by Hozier
A Surprise! Ever since I listened to the new Hozier album, OC thoughts have been running around rampant in my head, and the song ‘Anything But’ is so very Usva and Oak coded. I wanted to sketch out Usva singing, because I thought it would be nice, and they’re a vocal coach for the Abbey so it makes sense!
Usva belongs to @kuukorppi
I hope you enjoy Ruska! >:3c
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kuukorppi · 7 months
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Alright long awaited re-introduction of my ghoul oc Usva! A lot of text below the cut ✨
Biggest thank you to @batcadillac for this drawing of them and helping me to figure out their lore!
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🫧 Name: Usva
(Finnish name, means mist)
🫧 Pronouns: they/them
🫧 Species: Ghoul
🫧 Element: water/quintessence
🫧 Nationality/origin: Finnish
🫧 Age: 150
🫧 Birthday: Nov 7
🫧 Zodiac: Scorpio
🫧 Sexuality: Pan/Poly
🫧 Occupation: Vocal coach + keeps Papa’s and the band ghouls’ voices sounding good and healthy on tour. Piercer&tattooer of the ghouls.
🫧 Arrived at the Abbey: Terzo’s era, before Popestar tour
🫧 Hobbies: Reading, singing, swimming.
🫧 Beliefs/religion: Certain water ghoul traditions. For example certain songs to sings at certain times/events.
🫧 Special abilities/skills: Usva can bloodbend. They discovered that AND their quintessence while running away from the pack of ghouls that attacked them.
Siren charm that they can use to charm speak, to get others to do what they want. Mainly used this in the pit to get others share their food and clothes etc.
🫧 Height: 152cm
🫧 Scent: Crispy apples, petrichor and a tiniest bit of lavender
🫧 Pets: A black cat named Cataria that they found on the abbey grounds.
🫧 Appearance:
Horns: small white ones (they’re insecure about them being so small)
Eyes: one purple, one pearlescent/silver, (black scleras and irises in those colors)
Hair: Black, shaggy mullet going until shoulder blades
Ears: typical pointy ghoul ears
Skin: Grey (purple blush)
Build: Slim (kinda like Dew but much more ass)
Other: Bioluminescent markings (scars also glow) that glow brightly when using their powers. (Spots along the spine and collar bones)
Finns on the tail, spade like tip and webbed fingers (usually glamoured away bc they get dry) A retractable back fin/spiky spine.
Horns and tail very sensitive.
Gills on the neck (other side is damaged.)
Very creature like mannerisms.
Top surgery scars.
Likes to wear a basic smokey eye makeup look.
Has and amethyst pendant on always given to them by their mate Oak.
🫧Communication:
English, Finnish (mostly curse words), Cat like sounds (purring, hissing, ek ek ek, chirps, trills)
Backstory:
For the first years of their life Usva lived happily in the water ghoul territory in the Pit with their parents Kuu (father) and Taika (mother). When they were 8 two mysterious ghouls broke into their den, the other one killed Usva’s father and would’ve probably killed Usva and their mother too unless it’s companion didn’t stop it. Later Usva’s mother passed from the heartbreak of losing a mate. But not before teaching Usva the traditional water ghoul mourning rituals.
Poor kit Usva tried their hardest to nurse their mother back to health.
Usva spent their formative years alone, nearly feral in the pit. Their siren charm helping them to get food and scrap clothing from other ghouls. They learned to be sneaky and quiet, letting basic instincts to take over.
One day they wandered too far from the water ghoul territory and ran into a pack of rogue fire ghouls. The fire ghouls started a hunt that lasted for days until Usva ran out of energy and got caught. The fire ghouls pinned them down and one of them swiped it’s fiery claws through their left gills, leaving them permanently damaged.
The pain, fear and shock caused their hidden quintessence and blood bending abilities to surface, killing the fire ghouls.
Usva scrambled up still bleeding, they found a weak spot in the veil and went through. They ended up in the lake at the Abbey, for a while they just stood there until passing out from the bloodloss. Although not before laying their eyes on a pair of handsome ghouls walking near the lake.
After they were nursed back to health at the Abbey infirmary, they slowly started exploring the grounds. At first they were very skittish and many times ended up hiding in the lake. The quintessence ghouls in the infirmary were assigned with training Usva with their quintessence, since Terzo wanted them along for the Popestar tour.
Usva has many friends in the Abbey and after some time they fell in love with two ghouls, Oak and Vapor, who luckily also turned out to be their mates. Year later the three have three lovely kits together and Usva couldn’t be happier with their life!
(Oak belongs to @batcadillac and Vapor belongs to @crvycosplay )
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lynbaccha · 2 months
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Thank you @kuukorppi for allowing me to draw your baby, Usva! Let them eat all of Arvak's potatoes!
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shiroi---kumo · 3 months
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⋆⁺₊⋆ 𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆ He doesn't know who this man is but he can't help but think he's a bit odd. What with the way he looks and with that mask he's wearing. There's a strange aura to him and he doesn't like the way he's looking at him.
"H- have I been resurrected?"
It's the only thing he can think to ask as he tries to get his wits about him. The man raises an arm and gives him a half bow as if he is already aware of the royalty he is before replying.
"Yes, My Lord Madoushi."
And he can't say he's fond of that. Madoushi? He is a swordsman and he does possess magic and he doesn't see how that would give him such a title but this man has raised him from the dead? He has somehow managed to pull his Mist down from the heavens in order to breath life back into his mortal form so then why?
"Why, If I may ask? And who are you?"
The man remains with an arm crossed over his chest and his head tipped down as he speaks.
"I am of no consequence. A humble servant of His Excellency, The Earl. One of his many humble servants and I do say Lord Makenshi will be quite surprised to see you."
"Makenshi?" There is a tip of his head as he sounds because he's only been alive again for a few moments but there's already something twisting in the pit of his gut and there is something telling him that he won't like whoever this Makenshi is.
"Why yes, the demon swordsman of course. I believe you know him, do you not Lord Madoushi?"
The Demon Swordsman?! Does he mean - he lived?! He survived that disaster?!
His hands are balling into fist as he thinks about it and his mind is reeling of all that happened to get to this point only to know that of all people to survive the death of their world, it would have been that spineless little coward. He stole the throne from him and instead of fighting he ran. The one with the very blessing of Tiamat herself and he ran when his people needed him. Their people needed them both but the one that was to be their King ran off cowering and he managed to get away with his wretched life... He managed....
That little bastard!
"Where is he?!" The swordsman is practically snarling at the masked man as red eyes narrow their gaze.
"So you do know him then. Wonderful. I can arrange a reunion for you if you just do one small task for me. I can tell you what happened to your Misterica as well if you wish to know what has become of it."
And so he lets the man prattle on. He lets him explain something called 'Chaos' and he explains how this world works. This Wonderland. He allows this masked man to give him the layout of the land and explain that he only need to deal with a few pesky travels and he'll be able to find this Lord Makenshi.
And if there's anything he wants right now, it's to see if he's right.
He doesn't want to be right. The last thing he wants is to be right because if he is that means that little coward truly abandoned their people. If he is right then that means that little coward has no business holding anything even akin to the crown.
Their people are gone and it is all the fault of the one who was born to save them. He had no business calling himself the Holy Vessel now. He had no business calling himself much of anything - that was if he was even alive. This Lord Makenshi cannot be who he thinks they are.... It's simply not -
Red eyes meet that of the ruins of his lost home and he's taking his time to look about them. He's taking his time to take it all in to process that this would be all that's left of Misterica even in her grand splendor. This is it. This is all that's left.
Just him and some broken pillars and shattered buildings. Just him and the clouds. His home was -
Ruby red eyes are focusing on a group of people he's never seen before. Hornless. Are they Windarian? He knows at least one of them is as a man in black with deep red hair steps forward. He lifts his arm and a golden gun assembles before his eyes.
The Demon Gunman no doubt and that had to mean... That had to mean that they both failed and Windaria was gone now too. Some Saviors. Some Sacred Vessels. Some Gods. It seems neither one of them could accomplish anything but his fight is not with this man and his several decade long grudge has nothing to do with the Windarian even as he makes a move to attack him.
"Stop!" A voice cries out before the man can fire. "Please, if you must shoot, turn the Magun on me."
He would know that voice anywhere. He would know every twang and tone of those flattened notes. Why does his voice sound of flat and where is the near constant teeter of an emotional implosion?
The body of white comes to land between himself and the man in black, arms raised as if to defend him from the Windarian threat.
"Black Wind, I understand you hold me in hatred but please find mercy enough in your heart to focus it on me and myself alone."
It seems nothing changes. He's still the same heavy headed fool he always was. So red eyes can only find it in themselves to watch him. To look over every speck the of the small white form that doesn't look a day older than the last time he saw him.
He can only take in every sight of him until he notices - he has changed. The boy he knew is not the man before him. This man, he, he's not shaking. He's not showing fear toward the Windarian nightmare that stands before them, even as this black demon points a golden directly at his heart.
So that means he needs to act instead. The little fool is going to get himself killed at this rate because as per usual he's acting as without thinking. As if he needs his protection. What a joke. It is and always will be the other way around.
The flare sword is dragging through red mist that's flooded into the space around them to draw the form he calls to it and once complete, the elder sun throws the collected energy towards the demon Gunman to trap him within a temporary prison.
The body of white finally turns. Red piercing deep into wide jade green.
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"I don't need your protection, Pikkuveli."
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toonfinatic · 9 months
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Roughly translated song my dad sings to my dog Usva often:
Usva, the little turd
Sat behind the door
What was she doing there?
Washing Nöpö's [the cat] paws
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aquaticsoul · 10 months
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"anonymous" sent in for a nightmare:
😢 (post as anon please, I really do not feel like sharing my personal 🙏)
Dreams or Nightmares || ACCEPTING
Mun note: u got it... ""anon ;)""
the person who sent the ask is a friend who knows i am teasing, i promise i do not bite askers other than this specific person
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He's on the damn airship again.
He knows it the moment he wakes - the smell of pollen, the mechanical whir of the engine, and the feeling of vines around his body tells him everything before he even opens his eyes.
Doing that just confirms it. Except... except now Valo is restrained next to him, and Aamunkoitto on Valo's other side.
No. They shouldn't be here. They shouldn't be here, they're going to be hurt -
"Look at this mess."
Revon?
He cranes his neck even against the pain it causes. Yes, Revon had said that.
And Pilvi is with him.
Neither restrained, both alive - blessed be they're both fine.
"Why are you just standing there?" Aamunkoitto questions.
The Holy Blade rises, cutting the restraints first off of Aamunkoitto and then off of Valo. Hopefully they can all get up and -
And it's attached to Pilvi's belt again.
And everyone is walking away. Even Aamunkoitto.
Even Valo.
"Wait-" Sielu calls, but his voice barely comes out. "Wait, please- please don't-"
He doesn't understand. What happened to "always"? What happened to protecting him? What happened to caring?
"Do you think you deserve to leave this place?" a person growls. The voice sounds much too familiar. "Do you think that you have a reason you deserve to live after what you've done, Aqua Sielu?!"
It takes all of his willpower to try and look up at the older prince. The image is blurry with tears, but still such a specific shade of red he can make no mistake.
"You're nothing to anyone. You should have been the one to die. Every time. You're alone now because you chose to save yourself."
"But... But I didn't- I- It was an- an accident-"
The sword is drawn and brought down into his back before he can beg for mercy any further. Its blade is either lit aflame or soaked in acid, the heat spreading instantly through every muscle in his body and drawing out a choked scream.
"An accident," Usva snarls, pulling the blade back out. Sielu can barely notice its absence, already gasping against the initial pain with his brain too overloaded to register anything else. His body gives out and he becomes limp against the vines, panting as he tries to listen. "You gave up my brother's name and caused Sinfonia to die, and all you can say is that it was- Wake up, Sielu."
What?
"Wake up. It's alright. You're safe."
Is he?
He opens his eyes. It's dark.
And though he's covered in sweat, it's definitely not blood. The pain is fading, the vines giving way to blankets and the floor to a mattress.
Still, he can't help but to cry anyway.
How could something that hadn't happened feel so real?
"Shh... shh, you're safe. It's alright, ystäväni. You're safe."
"I-I don't- I- I don't want to die," he whimpers. "Not alone. Please not alone. Please don't leave me alone."
"We're not leaving you. It's alright. Shh... go back to sleep. It's alright."
Just a dream. That's all. Just a dream.
Usva is long gone anyway.
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heikala · 1 year
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Usva🌒 I am super happy with this painting I did with the Gansai Tambi Graphite Colors from Kuretake. I rarely do really toned down color palettes but I definitely should do them more often. In fact this palette had just the perfect set of color tones for this piece. ‘Usva’ is Finnish for haze or mist. 🤍
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gaystuffgarbage · 9 months
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Dad's here to help he'll tailor something for Usva
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more-than-ideas · 1 year
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Usva
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batcadillac · 3 months
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Commission for @kuukorppi
Behold, the beloved creature Usva!! I love them so so much. Thank you for commissioning and supporting me lovely!!
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narrayya · 26 days
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Maailma loppuu joka päivä jollekulle, jossakin Maailma loppuu joka päivä kaatuu joltakin
Joku kuolee, toinen pettää Jälkeen jääväst' saada ehjää eipä enää koskaan — siltä tuntuu, ainakin
Ja taivas hehkuu punaa eikä nauru enää soi Ja oottaessa junaa joku jossain vaikeroi Ja dystopian usva hengen rinnast' riistää voi On turha vaiva jos sen yhä tässä naamioi
Maailma loppuu joka päivä jollekulle, jossakin Maailma loppuu joka päivä kaatuu joltakin
Ja lintu laulaa, livertää Taas kevät tullut on Maailma loppuu joka päivä niin se aina ollut on
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kuukorppi · 9 months
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My commission of Usva from the coolest @kamonart ! 🖤✨ Look at my pretty little critter
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