#Katty caroway

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When you have that one OC that you can't stop assigning songs to...

Katty my beloved, my darling, my shining star of this series, I adore you in all that you are, but you cannot own Caro Emerald, Devil Doll, AND Rose Betts that's way too many

-Grace ♥️

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@wordwizards tagged me for a tag game!!!

Rules: Make a moodboard on your OC based on what comes up on Pinterest when you search "name-core"

Did this for my girl Katty, the accidental mc of @of-sinners-and-seas - the wip I do with my bestie @isabellebissonrouthier !! (It’s a ton of fun, go check it out if you enjoy pirates and dark romance and the seven deadly sins)

Had a toooon of fun with this - I adore making moodboards so I couldn’t resist doing this tag!

Tagging anyone who sees this bc it was fun and I want to share the love <3

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Katty tbh

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Anyway, the look today is Katalina Caroway (oc)

-Grace ♥️ xoxo

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HEY

Y’ALL

PSPSPSPSPSPSPS

We commissioned ART of our OCS

@miserable-wanker did such a fantastic job oml we cannot recommend them enough. VERY very kind!!! 10/10 would commission again.

Here are Katty and Braven from a future scene in book 2 ❤️♥️✨☀️👻🎶���😈💚🖤💜

We love them so so much omg look at how IN LOVE THEY ARE!!! They’ve started off as ENEMIES, your honor, they’ve come such a long way.

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CHARACTER INTRO

Katalina "Katty" Caroway

Envy

She/Her | 24 | Captain of The Damned Heart

A sharp-tongued witch with an even sharper glare, the green eyes of envy are known by all. Katalina Caroway is known for her quick and calloused judgement, as much as the history that whispers to the remnants of her heart. Her cabin is littered with crystals, old photographs, tarot decks, and more memorabilia than any reasonable person would know what to do with.

Born an orphan to a kingdom she rarely speaks of, Katty is far more at home in the land of Eiffel - where crystals and gemstones are abundant, music serenades the endless nights, and technologies born from the 1940s are brought to life by magic.

In a few words, Katty is the ache of nostalgia, red lipstick, stiletto boots, and flawless eyeliner. She's the silence of quiet contemplation, daring teases, and the gravel in one's throat after a screaming match. She can be as distant as the gramophone crackling from her room, or as warm as a cat purring on your lap. Which side of her you get depends highly on how you treat her.

Betrayals come easy to a woman of envy.

Picrew 1 | Picrew 2

TAGLIST: @the-inkwell-variable

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Of Sinners and Sims - Volume 1

On a late summer night, when the simmering winds carry drunken voices howling a love song, Envy and Pride have found themselves in... unlikely company...

Roleplay snippet from this scene below the cut!!

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The Salty Swan Bar and Lounge had been rebuilt in no time. With Geldour’s plenty of workers being shipped to and fro, aiding Eiffel’s beck and call, bringing with them not only numbers, but electricity and magic and much, much else.

Katty didn’t get her job back, but she expected that much. She was lucky enough the owner didn’t kill her the second he see her face, let alone allow her his services in the form of a drink. She took her favorite seat at the bar: last one to the very right, just beside the stage. It was close enough to a corner to be just out of the way. One couldn’t notice her unless they actively searched for her, but she was there. Perhaps it wasn’t the flashiest seat for a woman of Envy, but rhythm enveloped her here: music and laughter and thunderous feet stomping on the dance floor. Katty felt it all. And perhaps, with just enough wine, it would be enough to let the sting of old wounds slip from her shoulders.

Braven had been in this bar before; he wasn't so foolish as to forget such a fact, even as bottles of wine had painted his tongue. Sure, it had been wrecked and then remade, but it was familiar enough. Eiffel was such a centre of the world that almost every part of it held a familiar tinge, even if it was nothing like his home. Buzzing with memories of Polarys, Braven slipped through the bar, and made no effort to turn anybody to his cult. That was not his purpose tonight. His purpose was to drink alone. Until he spotted the woman at the end of the bar, with a rapier at her hip that he knew almost as intimately as he knew his own dagger.

The most recent crystalline heart of her ex sat on the bar before Katty. Ignoring the envy-laden glares of any who saw it, she rolled it on its axis, this way as that, staring mesmerized at the way it caught and reflected the dark green stage lights.

Memories scratched at her mind. They begged her, nagged her to tap into them, to welcome their sappy saccharine daze.

Indulge, they whispered, you deserve it.

They sounded an awful lot like the voice of the Spirits that always kept her company.

Tonight, she felt nothing. She heard nothing. The noise surrounding her played her body for a trumpet that wouldn’t blow, regardless of how much buzz it was given.

She was weak. She was tired. She was furious, and far too exhausted to be furious.

Her eyes hung in dark rings, staring listlessly at the shit before her.

The most recent crystalline heart of an ex, and a half-drunken bottle of wine.

Braven remained akin to a statue for several moments, perhaps even several minutes, his body unsteady and his mind churning with conflict. Then, finally, he took a breath.

He crossed the room, dodging unconscious drunkards and overturned glasses, and then leant against the bar just beside her.

"I have only ever seen you in a fight, or with our so-called great-gluttony towering over to us," he said. "Whatever am I to do with you now, Katalina Caroway?"

Memories flickered through Katty's mind before she even saw the face of Pride brimming down at her - his voice, clear, eloquent notes that rolled off his tongue, narrated blips of the masquerade a the start of the night. Clashing swords and his incessant teases, their steps moving together on the ballroom floor, and his hands hovering just above her waist, like a bird almost afraid to descend upon their prey.

Katty's lips curled into a half-smile - the first emotion they'd given all day that wasn't the rich, grief-coded lacquer of nostalgia, or teeth-rotting bitterness. Her eyes retained their tired emptiness as she looked up at him, but they also danced with a certain humor they often entertained when he was around.

"Well," she said, reaching for the dagger stowed in her boot, "suppose that depends." Katty jammed the wood into the splintered fibers of the bar, right in the space between them. "Are we allies or are we enemies tonight? Pride?"

Braven chuckled, and motioned for the barkeeper to hand him some fruity cocktail of sorts. He then turned back to Katty, resting his elbow on the counter and his chin in his palm.

"Are we ever truly either of them?" Braven said with a smile. "Even when I want to kill you, we share a secret. And even when we're working together, I imagine your head on a stake."

He received his drink, then took a sip, finding it delightfully sweet and strong.

"I don't particularly feel like making a mess tonight, Katalina," said Braven, smiling again. "How about we hide our swords?"

Katty raised her brows. She shifted in her seat, crossing her legs, and ignoring the odd tightening in her chest - as if a cobra had sunken its great, mighty jaws around her heart. Slowly, infinitely quiet and barely-there, the cobra tightened its jaws of steel. But its venom tasted like the backwash of a wine coating her throat.

This was probably a bad idea.

Still, Katty made a small, sweeping motion with her hand, so as to give Braven permission to steal the empty seat beside her and shove his dagger into the wood of the bar, right beside hers - a symbol of surrender, yet not complete friendship.

"Good," she said. "I don't feel like getting banned from my favorite bar."

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Of Sinners and Sims - Volume 2

Katty and Braven are still at the bar where we last left them. The music of the night surrounding them has grown into a symphony orchestrated by the drinks they've had. Feelings suppressed in the harsh light of the day meet, now, with loose tongues and wide, batting eyes...

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Snippet from our roleplay below the cut!!

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It was just the wine.

It was the wine making a mess of the room whirling around her. It was the wine making her see a friend in an emeny. And it was the wine stirring the butterflies in her stomach - a feeling Katty thought she had learned to swallow ages ago, way back in the years of her girlhood, young and foolish.

Katty couldn't swallow this. She couldn't taper the extent of her smile. She couldn't water down the life she carried in her laugh, nor the... dangerous sense of hope she carried inside.

Strange. Foreign. And yet.

"What are you drinking for," Katty asked, shifting in her seat to lean closer to him. She rested her head in the palm of her hand. The chaos of the bar slipped into a humdrum buzz. Katty, suddenly, was aware of only one thing. "I can't possibly expect you to go out roaming the streets of Eiffel looking for me."

Braven smiled at her, wide and mischievous in a way he too-seldom indulged in. Perhaps the cocktails were sullying his mind, turning his thoughts into those that made no sense.

"You presume to know my thoughts and motivations? Katalina, I'm the mind-reader here. You may know past, but you know naught of my present."

He received another drink, and sipped at it. "Why are you here, drinking alone? I don't see another pirate in here, and none with emeralds for eyes."

Aren't you supposed to be the mind reader here?" Katty laughed, mocking, with a playful spark at the edge of her lips. "Why don't you figure it out?"

The image of him stole her vision completely. His eyes, those gorgeous amethysts, his lips and the pout they carried... Had Pride always been this gorgeous? He had to have been. Katty hadn't given him the nickname pretty boy in her waking life for nought.

Braven reached out, and his fingertips brushed the soft line of her jaw. For less than a moment, he allowed a handful of her thoughts to pass through to him, before he pulled back.

"I have discovered you have a fondness for felines," he said, "but I'd have to dig deeper to discover more?"

He smirked.

"Do you want that, Katalina Caroway?"

Katty giggled. She leant into his touch the way she would if she were pressing her neck to his dagger, and she dared. "What do you think?"

This might've been a mistake. Katty knew that. Then again, this entire meeting is a mistake, and she relied upon the bet that neither of them would remember much of this in the morning anyway, so why not take a risk? She was young and drunk and the night was beside her. The concoctions of music and noise, the swaying of rhythms all around her, inside and out... all served for an excellent remedy to forget the woes that she came here with.

None of it seemed to matter when she looked danger straight in his amethyst eyes.

Braven could do nothing but exist in the captivity of her emerald eyes, far more enchanting than even that crystal heart of hers. It could have rolled from the bar and shattered like ice, and neither would look elsewhere.

Was this some kind of spell?

No, no. Katty couldn't do that.

And wouldn't, either, he suspected.

"I think," said Braven, "that you're here to be alone, but that you don't mind my company quite as much as one would expect."

Katty grew breathless. Her spine curled as she leant in to the point that their noses caressed and their foreheads threatened to touch. She spoke in a husky whisper, with her voice misting his lips, "is that all?"

His lips filled her gaze. His lips filled her mind. She couldn't focus on anything else, even if she tried. Need and want curled and writhed within her - a fiery tango that she only wanted to fan the flames of.

If he didn't kiss her, she would do it herself.

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OC Style Board - Katalina Caroway

The Mistress of Envy, Katty, has such a distinct style in our minds. Pearls and diamonds adorn her body with each outfit she wears. She’s hardly without some type of stiletto - whether that be the knee-high boots that she wears each day, or a pair of heels for going out.

Beyond footwear, everything about her is sharp, from her winged eyeliner to the nails she files into a point. Her smoky eyes often blend into the shadows of bars and lounges, but her bright emerald irises will catch your gaze above the rim of her margarita glass.

Satin and leather, crystals and mesh… Katalina Caroway is a woman of elegance.

Which outfit of hers your favorite?

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Oh Katty (oc) I want to study you and your taste in men under a microscope

- Izzy 💛

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Of Sinners and Sims - Volume 3 *Spicy Edition - 18+*

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In a creaky little room, just above a little bar, two of the world's deadliest sins, Envy and Pride, slink away as raging lovers in the night. There, they hide, in the shadows of the blinds, as the city dances on without them. Soon, there are no words, only moans and their names in one another’s mouths while their bodies move as one.

Roleplay Snippet below the cut!!

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Another whine slipped from Katty's loose tongue. Her lips parted, jaw hung slack, while she panted like a dog. Thoughts were a desert for the waters of instinct to carve his name into her skin.

She reached back. Wrapping her arm around his neck, Katty guided his head to the crook of her own - the curve leading down to her shoulders. She kept one arm pressed against the wall, steadying herself as she peeled her weight from brick back to her own two feet. That endeavor, however, lasted only for as long as Braven's lips hovered just above her skin. As soon as Katty took her fingers to those raven black curls of his, his head fell, and his lips followed the groove of her skin: from ear to shoulder, and back again.

Katty stumbled. She fell back onto him, but the next thing she knew, she was pressed back against the wall in the same position they held before. Her fingers dug into stone, clutching the bricks with a tender fervor - as if they could replace the feel of his chest.

If Katty hadn't resembled a drunk woman before, she certainly did now.

All she could focus on was Braven.

His pulse ran through her blood, his breath ran hot against her neck. His hair tickled her neck, sending the best kind of chill to her spine.

His lips…

With her lily-white skin pricked by a rose, her body shook - trembling in his arms, with desire curling, writhing in her guts. Her eyes glazed over all they saw when they weren't batting like the wings of a still butterfly. Her breaths were thick and slow, in perfect contrast to her overworking heart.

"Braven..?" Katty half-moaned. "Please tell me… you want this… as much as I do."

Braven hummed, tasting her skin with his lips, pressing kisses and bruises to every spot he could reach. He nipped at the crook of her neck, leaning against her and pressing his hardening cock to her ass. "What do you think, Katalina?" he whispered.

His hands squeezed her hips, ready to tear way the fabric and reveal her to him in his entirety.

Nothing had ever tantalised him more.

"Fuck," he hissed, fingers sliding up under her shirt and grabbing at the soft, bare flesh below. "Fuck. This is a bad idea. I bad, fucking idea."

Braven nipped at her throat, one hand tangling in her hair whilst the other under her shirt.

"But I don't give a shit about that. I want you, Katalina. I fucking want you."

Katty came undone with his lips nipping sweetly at her neck. All her breaths turned into whines or moans - rarely were they breathy pants anymore. Far as she was concerned, Katty abandoned her sense of conscience the moment she pressed her lips to that bottle of wine at the bar - the fiend that started all this.

Though, was it really a fiend if it led her to this?

This was the place where primal urges - starvation and want - drove needy whines, and the dance between labor and reward colored all in an iridescent haze, where the slightest bit for friction felt so, so fucking good.

Katty had been here before, of course, but she couldn’t recall the last time the Spirits, and every worldly beast they watched over, seemed to sing all the while.

The night was alive.

With air simmering with fiery flames and the harmonies of lightning, stardust trickled down on Katty’s skin. Her heart flirted with the divine mutterings calling to her, and, if she strained her ears, she could almost decipher their words.

All is right. All is right.

All is right.

Katty bucked into Braven’s touch. She arched her back, allowing him full access to her chest, her hips… whatever part of her he fucking wanted. She rolled the shoulder above the tit he caressed, so that her shirt would shy away from her lacy bra strap.

Katty’s lips moved to the beat of words: I want, I want… yet she couldn’t squeeze any of them out. Her arms fled to his body. One buried itself in the forest of his curls while the other guided his hand back down her body, caressing every part of her figure.

The lace of her underwear was long since soaked, and her guts howled for any kind of friction they could get.

Only now could she summon the strength to form words, and she urged, “take me. Fuck, I’m… I’m yours.”

Katty trusted him. She trusted him with her weight as she gave him her body, moving her hips slowly against the tent in his pants.

Braven groaned, rutting his hips against her ass, his hardening cock begging to be thrust inside of her. He knew she was wet, fuck, he could almost taste it, could almost feel her swollen clit between his desperate teeth, tongue lapping up all that she had until she had come more times than she could count.

Fuck. Just the thought of it almost made him finish in his pants.

Braven grabbed Katty by the hips, spun her around, and pushed her against the wall. One hand of his was on her tit, squeezing and feeling the hard nipple below his tongue. And his lips met hers, devouring her hungrily. With his other hand, he slipped fingers under her waistband, and toyed with the lace of her panties.

"Fuck," he groaned, nipping at her lip. "You're mine, Katalina. You're fucking mine."

He kissed her hungrily, and slipped his hand around to squeeze her soft ass, slipping under the panties to do so.

"I'll take you right here if you beg for it."

Katty ignored his taunt, instead gripping his head with a wild fervor and smashing her desperate, needy lips to his. She kissed him with all the passion that brewed in her body: quick, hard, and rough. Saliva dripped from their lips in the few, rare cracks forged for air, before, like a moth to flame, they reunited.

Katty needed him. That's all she knew. She needed this man and she was his.

At last.

Katty burned. She quivered and trembled in the wake of desire. She gasped and she moaned, and she gripped the collar of Braven's shirt. Delicacy dressed her touch as she slipped her hand beneath it, feeling the grooves of his chest. Jewels and scars and muscles rolled beneath her fingertips. God, how Katty wanted his bare fucking chest over hers while he thrusted into her, each of them reveling in the mess they made of one another… She wanted it, she needed it more than air.

Between this and his hands, large and firm, squeezing both her assets with just the right about of force, Katty already squirted in the lace of her panties. Mindlessly, and with a moan, she rolled her hips against his dick.

Pleasure spiked through her. Teeth gnashed. Fingers turned to claws gripping Braven's shirt.

Braven groaned, his sounds mingling with the melodies of her pleasure, rolling through the cool night air as if nothing existed but the two of them, as if the world had faded away and all that remained was the Katty's cunt, waiting to be fucked and filled with cum. He bit her lip, and the moved to bite her neck, teeth grazing delicate skin that only had her trembling more.

And his hands slipped downwards once again, sliding under her trousers but over her panties and pressing against her clit, his fingers already soaked by how wet, how fucking wet, she was. And Braven chuckled against her.

"Already so fucking wet for me," he groaned. "Come on, tell me what you want me to do."

His breaths traced the lobe of her ear, his fingers pressing harder.

"Tell me how much you need me to ruin you."

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The fit today? Katalina Caroway (oc)

Fun fact! Katty wears these boots like these on a daily basis! While she fights and kills people! What an icon!

-Grace ♥️ xoxo

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Braven or Delvan: I’m dangling from the edge of a cliff with your two cats but you may only save one of us. Who do you choose?

Katty: *no answer, spends hours in debate*

Braven or Delvan: Frankly, I’m hurt this is such a hard decision for you.

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