#Elowen alenfar

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Ocs

#florence vixen - my original oc, a proper Victorian woman and elven fashion journalist, I love her very much (originally created to have written several kotlcopedia articles I made)

#elowen alenfar - my second oc, gal pal of Florence, also an elven journalist (has actually appeared in a couple of my old fics)

#jodi larkspur - big himbo, suspected to be involved in a love triangle with my girls, also a journalist

#Ardwen alenfar - sister of Elowen, name used solely pre-orphan asylum (subject of many fics)

#wendy - name used for Ardwen to avoid spoilers when I was writing Orphan Asylum

#elo sonden - current name used by Ardwen, as of Orphan Asylum

#alenfar family - the general alenfar family, used for either several of them, or their unamed parents

#nixie - character referenced in Orphan asylum

#madame - another side character in Orphan asylum

Canon

#orphan asylum - all content relating to Elo and anything to do with the events of my Orphan Asylum

#my writing - all posts restating to a specific fic I’ve, as of writing this, it serves the same function as the above tag

Meta/navigational

#og post - post originating from this blog, either written specifically for this blog, or copied from another blog

#main reblog - reblogs my main account

#kotlc reblog - reblogs from my kotlc blog (if I can find any oc posts from there)

#picrew - picrews I make of my ocs

#lore- posts dedicated to lore of my ocs

#games - tag/ask games revolving around my ocs

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Human au

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Should I write a little fic about Ardwen and Elowen

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Cloud and elowen

Julius had always said life was as static as a cloud. Things shifted, and you were left scrambling to see exactly make things manageable. You just had to go with it, find the new shape.

Elowen could understand that now, when her most common escape had become cloud gazing. There was nothing more calming than watching the white fluff morph anew.

She wondered how it felt to be so high up. They mustn’t have a care in the world, as untouchable as they were. What she wouldn’t give to be as free as they were.

Alas she was not a cloud, and her place was on the earth. She had a life with responsibilities, as dull as they were. Looking at clouds got the dinner no more cooked.

So she returned to reality, and all the drudgery that came with it. The clouds wouldn’t float away while the work was done.

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Making profiles of my ocs finally (technically I have one more but they literally just exist in the context of my story)

Elowen

She/her

Favorite color: purple

Favorite food: butterblasts

Stupidest thing ever done: jumping over a bridge

Crazy scale: 5/10

Florence

She/her

Favorite color: light blue

Favorite food: mallowmelt

Stupidest thing done: running through a swamp in a fancy dress

Crazy scale: 7 but really good at hiding it

Wendy (neither of the names she’s gone by but they’re both spoilery)

Favorite color: yellow

Favorite food: custard bursts

Stupidest thing ever done: trying to climb a tree with a broken leg

Crazy scale: 3

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A lot of these don’t apply coz of her living in the lost cities but let’s just pretend she has access to all this stuff for a bit

Favorites

Ripplefluffs

Hawaiian

Strawberry

Dunk tank (or whatever it’s called)

A pair of sparkly pumps Florence gave her these

Rainy

Sparrow

Cinnamon

Light blue

Debate

Routines

Cereal (she’s not a monster)

Comfy linen pajamas

She sing a melody her mother taught her

Right handed

Pure black coffe

Pretty decent a certain someone gets mad if she skips sleep

She by dodie

A relaxing bath

Open her curtains

Braid her hair

No addictions

Biting her nails

Write letters to her best girl friend

Not really but she will manage to include the last sentence she read in a conversation at some point

Thimbles, many many thimbles

Philosophy

She believes in both, the stars see and record history before it happens

Same as above, and she thinks it’s pointless to speculate for the end has already been written

Her favorite childhood melody, sea shells, petrichor, sewing, embroidery

Giving her gifts being Florence vixen

Her tendency to space out

Butterflies can now bite, rain lasts longer, the stars shine just a bit brighter

Your body shuts down and you stop living (there is no poetic answer she just believes in the practical explanation for death)

Honesty

Other than stuff mentioned above she’s not

She doesn’t believe in living by a moral code someone else made

Other

Very proficient bike rider, has tried to learn and failed miserably, grew up a horse girl

As perfect as a goddess

Eat a lot of sweets

Cowboy

Ardwen, Luna, pickles (she doesn’t want kids)

Get to Know an OC

I’ve gotten really bored of the same set of questions, and all the new ones I find are so small they don’t last long. So I wrote my own. Just whatever questions popped into my head, written down and sorted in an attempt to categorize them. Here we go!

Favorites - you can tell a lot about a person by what they like:

Candy?

Kind of pizza?

Flavor of donut?

Amusement park/carnival activity?

Pair of shoes?

Type of weather?

Bird?

Scent?

Color?

Subject in school?

Routines - who are they in the day-to-day:

Do they put the milk or the cereal first in the bowl?

What do they wear to bed?

Do they sing in the shower? What’s their go-to song (or karaoke song)?

Right-handed or left-handed?

What is their preferred caffeine source and how do they take it?

What are their sleep habits like?

What song is likely to be in their Most Played list?

How do they relax after a stressful day?

What do they do first thing in the morning?

What’s the last thing they do before they go to bed?

Do they have any addictions (or former addictions)?

What are their bad habits?

What’s something they have to do everyday (besides eating/taking medications/basic self-care)?

Are there any phrases or gestures they overuse?

What do they keep in their pockets/bag/glove compartment?

Philosophy - reflections on the greater world:

Do they believe in soulmates or fate?

Do they believe they have a destiny? What is it?

What are five things that always make them happy?

What is the quickest way to their heart?

What’s one thing they would change about themselves?

If they had three wishes (standard genie rules apply) what would they wish for?

What are their views on death?

What do they value above all else? 

Are they superstitious?

Do they have a creed or code that they live by?

Other:

Can they ride a bike? A skateboard? A horse?

How would their best friend describe them?

What’s something they do to indulge or treat themselves?

Would they rather be a pirate, a cowboy, a ninja, or an astronaut?

What would they name their children (or pets if they wouldn’t want children)?

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Picrew here

Elowen in mourning

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Gentle fingers and sharp words

Two raven haired girls sit in a room, raven hair flowing over white nightgowns. There’s a calm chatter in the room, the pauses leaving the room silent except for the sound of a gentle comb. Both of the girls are young, a queer sort of age where you believe you know everything.

“Why do people get married,” the younger one asked.

“To have children of course, don’t be daft,” Elowen answered, somewhat startled at the sudden question.

“Julius says people get married because they love the other person,” Ardwen countered.

“Love isn’t real, it’s a silly human myth,” Elowen announced.

“You love mom and dad don’t you”

“That’s different, I wouldn’t have to kiss dad on the mouth.” Elowen grabbed her sister’s hair and started weaving it into a single plait.

“Romance isn’t just about kissing boys. It’s also about loving them. You get this fluttery feeling and everything feels right when you’re around them,” Ardwen sassed before yelping from a painful tug.

“I feel that way about my best friends and they’re all girls, that doesn’t mean anything special.” Elowen tied the braid with a lilac ribbon.

“Well that’s how all the stories say it is, maybe you’ll start feeling that way about boys when you’re a grown up.” Ardwen collapsed onto the carpeted floor.

“The day I do is the day you should stop listening to anything I say, no one really wants to date boys, they just think babies are cute”

Silence filled the room as both girls contemplated the matter. The though of dating boys was strongly unappealing to the both of them. They lay there for a while, getting lost in their own thoughts.

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oaky how is Elowen related to Grady?

are they both noblity?

and what are their abilities?

I think you mean Tiergan cause her last name is alenfar. They’re like distant cousins and have basically no connection to each other. Her parents got married centuries before the huge scandal, and she hasn’t married so that’s why she still has that last name.

Florence is a very low ranking regent. Elowen is upper middle class.

Florence is a conjurer and Elowen is a flasher

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The temptress

Picrew

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Picrew

Elowen (you’ll get a couple of articles from her soon)

Florence

Am I posting picrews of an oc who I’ve never mentioned and an oc who you’ve only learned about through her articles? Maybe

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If your ocs (mainly Jodi because you were talking about him) could be any animal what would they be

I’m going in order of when I created them

Florence would be a fox (cuz I’m not subtle)

Elowen would be a sparrow

“Wendy” would be an owl

Jodi would be a shark

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A war of love

Picrew

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Can’t let go

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A happier time

“Come catch me Elo,” Ardwen cried as she dashed through the forest.

The older girl gave chase, quickly catching up. They merrily played their game, all troubles blown away by the wind.

Ardwen came across a fallen tree, forming a bridge over a lake. She skipped across, beckoning her sister to follow. Elowen charged across and tackled the younger girl into the water.

Water sprayed the tree as the two sisters fell in. Ardwen was so shocked she just bobbed in the water. After regaining her senses, she sent a a large wave towards her sister. Elowen returned the gesture, and they engaged in a fierce battle.

It lasted for a few minutes, leaving the girls shivering and giggling. Elowen gripped the lake shore, and hauled herself out of the water. She shed her clothing, leaving only a soggy chemise. She held her hand out, a silent invitation.

A smaller hand curled around hers, and Ardwen mirrored her sister’s actions. Their feud not ended, they both grabbed fallen sticks. They dueled fiercely, both combatants refusing to relent.

Alas, young limbs soon grow weary. They collapsed on the ground, a contented weariness filling them. Their ragged breaths joined the gentle winds in a peaceful harmony.

Elowen eventually looked up, her gaze drawn to the lilacs growing around them. Her fingers curled around them, gently plucking the small blooms. She gently knotted the stems, turning them into a flower crown. She delicately placed it onto the head of Ardwen.

Her sister looked up and smiled. She scrambled to pick a few lilacs. She made her own flower crown slightly larger. It looked slightly sloppier. Her shorter and stubbier fingers, not as skillful at tying small knots. Elowen still beamed at her, and gratefully accepted her gift.

They settled down, content to watch the sun sink below the horizon. Ardwen yawned, and rested her head on the ground.

“Alright, time to go home Ardi,” Elowen ordered.

“Fine,” the aforementioned girl responded.

They began their journey home, already imagining the next day’s adventures.

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Elowen

She does indeed have a femme side

Florence

Warning: this Picrew decided jumping from racially ambiguous to grey to a dark brown is diverse that’s the reason why they share the same skin tone here