#Mint seraph oc

[kurt-dontcry]

I'm really really proud of this one ＼(^^)／

This is Mint my seraph oc he's a little shit and he knows it.

[collectingmuses]

🎸 (electric guitar) - What’s your character’s music taste like? Do they have one or two artists they play on repeat or do they have a varied and eclectic collection of music? Do they like mainstream artists or prefer underground musicians? What genres do they enjoy?

🎒 (backpack) - What items does your oc usually carry? Do they have a bag or just keep everything in their pockets? Do they carry a lot or a little?

🪓 (axe) - Does your oc have survival skills? Have they ever had to use them? What would they do in an apocalypse? Could they survive?

all for JACK WEST

🎸 - MOSTLY PUNK, but they're not a snob. They listen to a little of everything, and Seraph probably has gotten him into pop and glam. THey lean towards more underground music and artists.

🎒 - Jack has a habit of carrying way too much in his various pockets, but he does have various bags and backpacks he'll load up with gear when needed. He'll carry everything from lighters to switchblades to mints and random items he's found in his travels. For his bags, for a hunt, he'll load up on weapons depending on whatever creature he's up against.

🪓 - Jack's picked up survival skills after he gained his abilities. A lot of his early hunts he relied on pure dumb luck and brute force. Since then he's made a habit of actually trying to learn new tricks. Jack would do very well in an apocalypse scenario.

[squirreltastic]

[Photo ID: The background is the lemon lesbian flag, in front of it are four women. From left to right is a chubby black woman with natural hair, dyed with purple edges, she’s wearing a mint and blue knitted sweater with a layered turtle neck with blue pom poms. Next is a shorter fat pale woman with a silver and blue tip dye job and her roots are growing in, she’s wearing a dark blue dress that is slightly vintage inspired and has scalloped edged white gloves on. Next is a tall black woman wearing mostly purple, she has a fashion waist cincher with embroidery, a large neck bow with edge embroidery and a fitted purple hat with a bow. Her natural hair is dyed purple, her blouse is vaguely Victorian in nature. She is holding up a monocle. Next is a shorter thin black woman with dreads wearing a yellow dress with pink and orange petals on it. All women are holding out a pinky finger and have eyes closed. End ID]

Pinkies up, Some refined Lesbians here! 

Got a reason to draw my lesbian OCs, proud fancy ladies that they are.

@seraphic-sapphic-safehaven 

[artnerd1123]

A Familiar World

Shopping Day (pt 1)   ——————————————-

With her newly acquired shopping responsibilities, Seraph hits the town to buy what’s needed. Though the task is daunting, Seraph is optimistic and determined to do a good job! She even meets a few friends. The only trouble comes when her budget of time and energy starts running out... 

The masterpost for AFW can be found here. The chapter post for AFW can be found here.

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so this is a two parter, but it’ll have a chapter in the middle! I’m actually really surprised at how quick I finished this, but, nevertheless, here’s another installment for ser n evangel! with bonus appearance by an old oc- brownie points if u recognize them :>

The first shopping day was like any other. Outside was warm, the fading heat of summer chasing fall’s heels. The sun was bright. The town was bustling. What birds were left in the trees sang along with the sirens’ autumn songs. It was a beautiful September afternoon. And a certain familiar was doing her best to remember where the shop was. It wasn’t that Seraph hadn’t explored the town with mama! They’d been living there almost a year now. She just didn’t go out on her own very often. Which was ok!!! She just had to ask the people she passed where to go, and they’d tell her. She was a friendly little hybrid. People here were nice. So, the shop came into view soon enough. Seraph pushed open the door as best she could, the bell jangling to signal her arrival. She practically skipped inside, eyes wide. One hoof clutched her grocery list tight. The other held a pouch of gold slung over one shoulder. She held it in place with her wings. Looking around, she did her best to take in the shop. The store clerk sat at the counter. They were a weathered individual, a shock of brilliant green hair laced through with stripes of white. Their grassy gaze moved about the shop with an air of practiced ease- one long used to looking after their home. The clerk glanced up with a smile when the bell rang… only for their grin to falter when nobody caught their gaze. Seraph watched them blink for a second, face flushing. Ah, right. She was a lot smaller than the normal customers. Should she have announced herself? “Er… down here,” she said sheepishly. The clerk’s gaze drifted down, and they blinked again. Seraph gave them a little wave as they recovered. “Oh! Oh, hello there, little one,” they replied, a bemused smile on their face. It seemed her earlier guess was right. At least they were still smiling at her! “Are you looking for someone?” “Nope! I’m by myself,” Seraph chirped confidently. “I’m here to get the groceries for my mama!” “Ah, a pickup?” The clerk asked. They nodded towards a couple baskets sitting on the counter, their little labels written in neat handwriting. Seraph tilted her head in thought. She didn’t think Evangel wrote ahead for groceries… that’s what her list was for, right? “Well, if me picking food from the shelves counts, yes,” Seraph joked. The clerk chuckled softly. The sound made her smile. She liked that sound, it was a good sound. A happy sound. “I guess that could count,” the clerk mused, “but it’s not quite the same.” Looking her over, they set their head on one hand. Seraph was doing some looking of her own- it wasn’t often she came to the shop. She wondered if mama would let her grab some cookies… she wasn’t here, so it would be ok if she bought some on her own, right? Maybe? Hmm… maybe she should’ve asked… “Is this your first errand, little one?” The clerk spoke up. Seraph jumped a little, bleating in surprise. “How did you know???” Seraph gasped. “I had a hunch,” the clerk winked. “If you need any help, just give me a holler and I’ll be right over.” “Thank you so much!!! I’ll keep that in mind!!!” Seraph beamed. With that, the little familiar turned and skipped down the nearest aisle. She looked over her list carefully. Mama trusted her with this. She’d written it very carefully. There was no way she’d let her down. She had this in the bag! The familiar trotted over to a shelf of cereal happily. Her eyes carefully searched the shelf for the oat cereal mama took a grudging shine to. This is perfect! She thought, still searching. Now all that’s between me and home is gathering the- Wait a minute. Was… was the oat cereal on the… top... shelf…? … groceries… oh dear… “... hey, um, clerk?” Seraph called nervously. She waited a minute, and didn’t hear a reply. Maybe she was too quiet. Or maybe she wasn’t supposed to be disturbing them? But… she had to try something. Mama was counting on her. She trotted back to the mouth of the aisle, coins jingling in her pouch. The clerk was lazily eyeing the door, still leaning on the counter. “Excuse me… um…” she cleared her throat. The clerk glanced up, straightening a bit as they located the voice’s source. “Ah, you’re back,” they hummed. “Can I help you, little one?” “Yes please, if that’s ok, Mx. Clerk,” Seraph said meekly. Her wings shifted to hug her shoulders, braced for a scolding. “I… um... forgot I’m not tall enough to reach a lot of the shelves yet…” However, the scolding never came. “That’s ok! Fetching things off shelves is my specialty,” the clerk smiled. Their cheer was a surprise, but Seraph was instantly relieved. “I’ll grab a basket, and we’ll go grab what’s on the list, ok?” “Ok!!! Thank you so so much!!! I-I really appreciate it!” “Not a problem, little one. Not a problem.”

When she arrived home, giant basket in hand, Evangel’s joy was instantaneous. Seraph beamed, happily helping put things away as Evangel chattered about how much work she’d gotten done, and how happy she was that Seraph managed the shopping. When she methodically checked the purchases, she only complained a few times- that the cereal was too plain, and the familiar forgot to get some tool she didn’t remember mama saying she wanted. But!!! Everything else was there!!! So it was good enough, right? Evangel even told her she’d “done well.” That had to mean something. Mama’s praise was like music to the little familiar’s ears. Maybe shopping day wouldn’t be so bad after all.

~~~

The fourth shopping trip came sooner than Seraph would have liked. Usually, mama went grocery shopping once every week. She’d decided to stick to the same schedule. After all, mama knew what she was doing. Or… so she hoped. But it was barely even three weeks later, and she was toddling to the store for the second time that week. You just run out of everything fast when someone tiny does your shopping. The clerk was a big help, as they always were. Grocery shopping was a lot more fun with a friend. Especially one who was so funny! She and the clerk  had started playing games and making puns while they collected the things on her list. She liked hanging out with them. Plus, they teleported the groceries right home for her! Free of charge! She promised them she’d start carrying the basket home when she was big enough. No matter how many times she promised, the clerk just smiled at her, giving her a pat and a mint from the bowl on the counter. Yes, she liked the clerk. But the clerk wasn’t the only one she was out to see. Mama had trusted her with another important errand. Mama said she needed to find the musician’s shop. There was a music box being sold there, and mama wanted it. She just hadn’t had the time to go get it! Seraph could understand that- their little tailor’s shop was getting more business now that the weather was cooling down. Lots of people needed new winter clothes or old cloaks mended. Mama was busy. And mama needed something to help calm her down. Music could definitely do that. At least, it helped for the familiar. Seraph wove between the legs of passerby on the street, squeaking out little apologies as she eyed the tall shop signs. Music store, music store… where had mama said it was? A bit farther down from the grocery store, if I remember right, she thought to herself. Sure enough, a sign for “musician’s oasis” sat proudly along the road. Seraph sighed in relief, quickening her pace to reach it. The sign was pretty well kept, and very nicely polished, with interesting little symbols all over it. If memory served, the symbols were music notes. She’d seen them next to illustrations of sirens in her library books. The thought of being somewhere with song excited her beyond words. Turning to the door, she waited until the entry cleared before wiggling into the shop. A peal of bells and strum of strings signalled her arrival, making the little familiar jump in surprise. “O-oh-! Oh dear-” she sputtered. Her wings huddled around her shoulders protectively. Where had that sound come from??? She looked around timidly for the source. … though… it was all but forgotten as she took in the space around her. Seraph’s eyes were like sparkling gems as she glanced around the shop. It was full of nothing but shining metal, masterfully carved wood, expertly pulled strings, and all manner of beautifully strange contraptions. A word sprang to mind- instruments. Her books and their pictures told her they were for making music. Just like the sirens she went to the cliffs to hear. Her ears flicked forward eagerly, claws clicking on the wooden floor as she moved further into the shop. Sure enough, she could hear some sort of rhythm coming from somewhere among the instruments. Music. Not the same as the sirens, but familiar nonetheless. She had to see what was making it! She had to! It didn’t take her long to find the source. It was some sort of stringed instrument. Like a bow and arrow, but with a dozen strings instead of just one. A harp, if her books were right. One of the things the angels on the pages played often. It looked as if invisible fingers plucked the gilded strings. The sight was utterly fascinating. But not nearly as much as the music. It was gentle and soothing, like listening to ripples in a pond. Seraph was utterly transfixed. So, this is where it came from. Those soft melodies she heard when she was half asleep in the morning… the ones that came from down the street instead of from the sea… Oh, how lovely… “Did you need something, sweetheart?” At once, seraph snapped out of her thoughts. Her head jerked up at the sudden voice. A stout woman with long, curly blonde hair stood before her. She had a big witch’s hat on her head, and a comfortable looking dress, half hidden by an apron. Despite her kind blue eyes, Seraph felt her stomach drop. Oh no- oh no- mama told her not to go poking around places! Her face flushed, and she squeaked as she scrambled for words. “U-um- maybe- i- s-sorry, was I not supposed to be back here-?” She stuttered, wringing her hooves. “I-I can go back to the front, s-sorry, I didn’t mean to-” “Hey, hey, it’s ok little one,” The woman broke in gently, holding up a hand. “You’re welcome to wander anywhere in here, hon. It’s alright.” “R… really…?” Seraph mumbled. “Yes, really,” the woman smiled. Carefully, she crouched down to the familiar’s level. “You just looked a little lost. Are you here alone?” “Y… yeah… I am,” Seraph replied shyly. “I’m running errands for my mama...” “Ahh, you must be the little Sanyi familiar!” the woman beamed. “I’ve seen you around in the tailor shop windows. It’s nice to meet you, dear.” “O-oh! Er- thank you!” seraph squeaked. Her? She was glad to meet her? She… didn’t know what to think of that. She twittered shyly to herself, kicking at the floor. “E-ehehe… thank you…” “Of course, dear,” the woman hummed. “Oh- where are my manners! I’m Sadie, dear. I’m the shopkeeper.” “It’s nice to meet you, miss sadie!” Seraph chirped. She did a little curtsey, her eagerness slowly trickling back in. “Do you run this whole place by yourself…? It’s so lovely in here!” “Well, thank you, dear!” Sadie laughed. “I run this shop with my husband. Usually he’d be here with me, but… well…” She chuckled softly. “Someone needs to watch the baby.” “The baby?” Seraph gasped softly, eyes wide. She was still a kid herself, but the prospect of a playmate excited her! Or just another little one. She had such a soft spot for the little ones. “Ah, you might see her one of these days, if you come by again,” Sadie said. “She’s napping now, I’m afraid. But! While you’re here, was there something your mama wanted you to fetch?” “Aww… ok…” Seraph sighed. “A-and! Um! Yes, sort of! Mama sent me to buy a music box!” “Oh, she did?” Sadie asked, looking surprised. A flash of confusion passed in her gaze, and seraph shifted nervously. “Is, um, n-now not a good time…?” she asked meekly. “Ah- no, that’s not it, sweetheart,” Sadie soothed, giving her head a little shake. “I’ve just never seen a familiar your age doing more than quick fetch quests.” “Mama says I’m old enough to help with the shopping,!” Seraph reported proudly, wings fluttering. “I like to help, and she trusts me!” “Hmm… fair enough,” Sadie replied hesitantly. She heaved herself back upright before Seraph had time to share her unexpected worry. “What sort of music box did she want, dear?” “O-oh! She wanted the one with the gold embellishments, and the dancer in the middle!” Seraph chirped. “The shiny one in the window!!!” “Ooh, a good choice! Let’s see- I believe it’s back this way, we had to move it off display to polish it…” Seraph bounced after Sadie happily, her worries forgotten. The shop’s gentle melodies drowned out any concern or memories of Sadie’s hesitation. After all, she was on a trip for mama. And mama sent her somewhere amazing. Surely it all worked out, right?

When Seraph returned home, mama was still swamped with work. She gave her a quick bit of praise- “ah, yes, the groceries, very good- could you put the music box on my desk, doll? And do make sure you put everything away right this week, especially the frozen things, it was all disgusting last week-” before getting right back to her sewing. Seraph would’ve been a little put out if she hadn’t just come from the music store. The melodies were still floating around in her head… painting lovely pictures in her mind… It was enough to keep her going even as she put away the groceries on her own.

~~~

The eighth shopping trip came the week before an important day. Well, important to seraph. It was October again. Today was the tenth. In three days, she’d officially be a year old. The thought excited her a lot!!! She’d heard from Sadie’s familiar, foffee, that birthdays usually meant growth and change for a familiar. Nothing incredibly drastic- at least not after your first few years. Seraph was hoping it gave her some height. It would be nice to be a bit taller. It meant she could help more. Plus, she’d seen birthday parties before! It would be so fun if she had one!!! She bet her mama was planning it. Party plans had to be somewhere among all those papers and notes on her desk. Why else would she be so flippant and want Seraph to stay away from them? Why else would she keep asking for her to go elsewhere and leave her be? It had to be a plan. Even if it was just something simple. Like sweets for breakfast, or a trip to the music shop. Oh, she couldn’t wait!!! Her heart was full as she bounced down the street. Groceries were first, as per usual. The thought of being able to carry her own basket soon made her so excited. She told the clerk as much when she entered. They were as delighted as she was! The two bantered with their usual puns before they parted ways. On her way out, the clerk gave her an early birthday cookie and a promise of discount sweets after her big day. After that, she skipped down to the fabric stall in the marketplace- they had some sort of new silk that mama really wanted. Every stall was filled with a merchant today. Plenty of people were out shopping. The cliffs were close, and the sirens’ final fall songs laced through the buzz of marketplace chatter. With all the bright colors, smiling faces, and upbeat energy, Seraph felt like she was floating on a cloud. Oh, she wondered if mama had gotten her a gift… each stall full of toys and pretty dresses made her beam in anticipation… Finding the silk was easy enough. The stall was full of people looking for just the right patch of fabric, or the new material for a cloak. Seraph snuck her way into the crowd. Her two feet of height was useful at the moment- she could get into all manner of places easily. Now, where did it go… she wondered, eyes searching the fabrics laid out on tables. Her eyes caught on the brilliant white silk after a moment or two. A happy bleat bubbled from her as she bounced over, tail wagging and wings fluttering. Perfect!!! It was perfect!!! Just what mama asked her to get! She reached for it carefully, little hooves only pausing when she realized she didn’t know how best to carry what she needed to the merchant. She frowned in thought, foot tapping on the ground. She was so deep in her planning that she didn’t notice someone come up behind her. “Need some help?” a voice asked. Seraph perked up instantly, a grin rising to her cheeks. “Sadie!!! Hi!!!” seraph chirped, waving a hoof. “That would be nice, thank you!!! What brings you out today?” “It’s no problem, dear!” Sadie replied, gathering some silk into her arms. She continued as Seraph told her how much to take. “I’m looking for something soft I can use to make a new onesie. Molly Lily’s outgrowing all her comfortable onesies, so I need to whip up a few new ones.” “Aww, that’s fair! I bet they’ll be so cute!!!” Seraph giggled. “Better make it something she can move in, too!” “Oh, of course,” Sadie laughed, starting towards the merchant. Seraph followed, making sure none of the silk spilled from Sadie’s arms. “You know my girl likes to move.” “She really does! I always like seeing her!” Seraph hummed happily. “Well, you could come by and say hello today, if you’d like,” Sadie offered. “I know your birthday is in a few days, but we do already have a bit of baking done in preparation…” “Really???” Seraph gasped excitedly. “Yes, really,” Sadie chuckled. She set the silk down on the counter, calling the merchant over. Seraph held up her hands for a boost- Sadie gladly gave it to her. The two made sure the silk was paid for and teleported home before the conversation resumed. “If you’re done with your errands, you can come by the shop to say hello and grab a snack!” Sadie continued. “We’ve made plenty of cupcakes, and Molly Lily’s already had her nap. I’m sure she and foffee would love to see you!” “That sounds so good!!!” Seraph beamed. She thought it over for a minute. She was done with her shopping, right? Groceries, silk… she’d gotten the week’s candles earlier, and the mail, too… Right, yeah. That was everything. It was all at home now, too. Surely mama could put things away herself. And mama didn’t say she needed her at the shop today. So… it should be ok if she went with Sadie for a little. She bet mama would be fine with it. The familiar gave a decisive nod, wings flapping eagerly. “Yeah, let’s go!!! It’s playtime!!!”

When seraph wandered back home, it was around dinnertime. Before the time she usually ate with Evangel, of course! She didn’t want to miss that. Though she’d stayed out longer than she’d wanted, the little familiar was still happy. Her tummy was full of cupcakes, her ears full of laughter, and her mind full of playful memories, stories, and more of that lovely music. She wondered if mama would let her bake cupcakes at home. It sounded like so much fun! She’d ask once she went inside. Or, at least… she meant to. She didn’t have the chance to say much of anything the moment she stepped in the door. Evangel stood right in front of it, hands on her hips, her face twisted into a distressed grimace. It was a look Seraph didn’t see often. But she knew exactly what it meant. Oh no. Oh no. She’d really messed up, hadn’t she? “Seraph! Where have you been?!” Evangel demanded. “I’ve been waiting for you for hours!” “I-I- I just w-went to the neighbor’s house-” Seraph mumbled, quailing under Evangel’s accusing glare. “You should have come back to the shop, not gone somewhere else!” Evangel broke in with a scoff. “Half the frozen food has spoiled because I haven’t had time to put it away! Not to mention the silk is horribly wrinkled!” “I- I’m sorry mama- I- I didn’t mean t-to-” Seraph whimpered. She could feel herself tearing up. She’d really really messed up. “I p-promise I’ll come right back home n-next time-” “I would hope so. What kind of familiar leaves their mother to fend for herself?” evangel sighed. Her look of lament shifted to one of discomfort as she noticed Seraph’s tears. “... oh… and now I’ve upset you…” “M-mama-” Seraph said hastily, scrubbing away her tears. “Wait- I-it’s not your fault, I’m the one w-who was late- I was j-just- I lost track of time when we were playing-” “I guess I can understand why you’d want to go somewhere else, then. I’m upsetting and I’m not fun,” Evangel sulked. Heaving a long sigh, she turned towards the steps. “I’m so sorry I’m not enough for you, Seraph.” “Mama, that’s- that’s not what I mean!” Seraph cried, running over and hugging her leg. “You’re so so good mama! I-I just lost track of time! I’m sorry, I won’t be late again! I’ll be good, really!” “... mmm…” “I promise, mama. I won’t leave you.” “... ok, Seraph. If you say so.” Evangel was still for a moment more before she reached down. She scooped seraph into her arms. She held her close, bouncing her with all the gentleness of a precious porcelain figure. “I won’t leave you either, doll. Not once. I was just worried for you, and for the shop. You know I love you,” Evangel soothed. “I… I know mama…” Seraph sniffed, taking some deep breaths. “I love you too…” She snuggled close to her mama, sighing softly. She promised herself she’d be better about times. There was no need to worry mama like that. Not again. “How about we put away those groceries, hm?” Evangel asked. “We can read a book afterwards, if you’d like.” “A book?” “Whatever book you’d like off the shelf.” Seraph gave Evangel a small smile. “That sounds great, mama. Thank you.” “There’s my happy little doll...”

~~~

The ninth shopping trip came late. Seraph meant to go out on the fourteenth. She’d marked it on the calendar. She’d gotten a list ready. She’d chosen an outfit. Everything in her wanted to go. But when her birthday came the day before, mama hadn’t said anything. Instead, the two had worked. All day. Stocking the shop, helping customers, organizing orders- even manning the register while Evangel slipped out for some emergency frozen dinner food. Seraph fell asleep curled around the music box from Sadie’s shop during the evening rush. Mama gave her a scolding, and sent her to bed early, because she was tired. When she woke up in the morning, she didn’t feel right. She was drowsy. Sluggish. She felt as ravenous as a wolf, and as sleepy as a sloth. Evangel just left her upstairs with a box of old swan feather boas, dyed wool, and scraps of gold trim. She muttered something about how familiars get all droopy after their birthdays, and how she hoped seraph liked the feather colors, and hoped they did her some good. Seraph didn’t know what to think. When she finally managed to get her energy back up, the week was almost out. She was shaky on her feet- she hadn’t moved much. It was a little awkward trying to find something that fit, too. She’d certainly grown some in her post-birthday slumber and chow fest. She was a little under three feet tall- almost a whole foot taller than she had been earlier. Getting used to it was… challenging. But mama needed her to go out. There were so, so many errands that needed done. She was a year old now. She couldn’t let mama down.

The twentieth was the day she went out. The clerk asked her out her birthday went. She just gave them a smile, said it was ok. She did her best to joke around. The clerk didn’t need to know she was tired. She needed to do this. For mama. The marketplace was full again. She had a lot of stalls to go to. Each merchant was kind, but she barely processed their words. Her smiles were like glass, and her gaze as warm as a forgotten blanket. Everything she couldn’t carry she had them teleport home. The rest was in her arms. Carefully, gently, she carried the basket of groceries, the fabrics, the paper, the pens, the tightly sealed ink bottles, and two new books. All of it for mama. All of it going home. When she got there, mama only spared her a glance. A nod. And a sentence, to tell her to put it all away, and that she’d done well. Seraph had done well. Tired as she was, she tried her best to cling to that sentence. She clung to it like a moth to a lamp, or moss to a rock. She didn’t let it go through all the organizing and assisting. She didn’t let it go as she went to bed that night. Mama told her she’d done well.

That should be enough for the familiar.

[valkavavaart]

Name one OC of yours that didn't get stolen. That's right, you can't

So, what? She stole Freddie, Satomi, Taida, Athen, Cinder, and Wren? And by extension she then took Icarus, Seraph, Ryota, Tama, August, and May.That leaves;

Abby, Ahava, Akira, Alice, Almachka, Alyse, Ameli, Amu, Anya, Apollo, Archimedes, Arduinna, Aria, Aribelle, Ashe, Astaroth, Astora, Atali, Austin, Azazel, Banquo, Bastien, Belladonna, Belus, Beni, Brittnay, Bruno, Calista, Calli, Cam, Cassia, Charun, Cherry, Chiharu, Chloe, Clark, Coco, Crece, Crystal, Cupid, Cyrus, Daemon, Daisy, Dallas, Danielle, Dari, Deidre, Deimos, Domanic, Domino, Doremi, Eden, Edgar, Effie, Efim, Elatha, Elijah, Embelis, Emilia, Eros, Evelyn, Felicity, Frey, Freyja, Haniel, Honey, Hysminai, Icarus, Ivy, Jack, Julia, Juliet, Juniper, Kaden, Kaz, Kiritsuya, Ko, Koukou, Lee, Leviathan, Libentina, Lloyd, Lucas, Lucia, Lumini, Lynna, Maho, Manami, Marx,Mason, Mathieu, Maybelle, Merrick, Miabella, Mimini, Minerva, Mint, Miu, Nero, Newt, Nirti, Ophelia, Oren, Oz, Pandora, Pattrick, Perun, Phonoi, Quinn, Raelyn, Rani, Rin, Ryuu, Saiph, Saurus, Slade, Stella, Sterling, Sugar, Syliel, Teru, Theodosia, Tsubaki, Tsukasa, Tsukuri, Vanilla, Verlo, Vii, Vinson, Warai, Waylon, Xavier, Yulian, Zac, and Zeras.

Unless I’m mistaken?

When I say I have about 200 OCs, I'm not joking. A few aren’t even listen cause they’re not on my toyhouse lol!

[edensix]

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AESTHETIC MEME ! —— list your oc’s aesthetic. anyone can do this. list your oc’s aesthetic from tastes, smells, outfits & sceneries. add as many subjects as you like, it can help with people tagging you in aesthetically pleasing things towards your oc !

TAGGED BY : me bitch TAGGING : everyone cuz this is fun

OC : Evelyn Trevelyan TASTES : mint, citrus, candied violet, florals SMELLS : frosty lilac petals, iris pallida root, orris, violet leaf, white chocolate, coconut, wild lettuce, white sandalwood, and oakmoss. SCENERIES : sweeping snowcapped peaks, pristine white snow, scorched-earth battlefields OUTFITS : loose, gauzy skirts, plunging necklines, sharp shoulders, all whites and pastels. SOUNDS : skylark’s calls, the sharp sound of an arrow cutting through empty air and finding a target, voices raised in hymnals, bells rung at midnight OTHER : the endless, encompassing love of a martyred messiah and the hellfire righteousness of hundred-eyed seraphs; thorned crowns; white snakes.