#My ocs: Daylily

[octahedral-chaos]

Here she is, Daylily!!!

Thank you so much to @sqarletsworldlesswandering for proving a concept doodle and helping me with her design, as well as allowing me to ramble about her!!!

Anyways, let's introduce them!!

Daylily, or just Lily, is a rather odd ophan. She was somehow thrown out of the realms and into... Earth. An illegal animal trader spotted the little starlet and took her in, before giving them away to a rather wealthy yet cruel couple.

Believing her to be an angel who was casted down from Heaven, they called her "Daylily," due to them thinking of her as being rather pretty-looking. But turns out, taking care of an ophan starlet isn't easy, especially since ophanim tend to be chaotic, and Daylily was no exception. Realising that they didn't get what they bargained for, and that the trader refused to take her back, they were forced to contend with a being who's care was way out of their liege.

Thus the abuse began.

They took out their frustration on Daylily, locking her up in a basement room in order to hide their "monster" from guests. Because of ophanim's dislike of enclosed spaces, Daylily made several attempts at getting out, several attempts too many for the cruel couple. Cue to them removing both wings in order to deter them from ever trying to escape.

This, coupled with several other incidents of their cruelty, led to Daylily becoming extremely terrified of many things. And the fact that she was trapped didn't help at all. Then one day, the couple was forced out of their mansion due to a scandal between them and another group of people, and poor Daylily was left abandoned in the mansion.

Until two teens, Carol and Alyx, decided to explore the mansion for fun. It wasn't hard to break inside, and it was only a few months after the entire scandal ordeal. Then they finally got to the basement floor... and encountered Daylily.

Initially, she was extremely spooked by the duo, but eventually warmed up to them and finally managed to get her freedom. Now they try to figure out what exactly Daylily is and what was her past before being taken in by humans.

Due to trauma, Daylily can be extremely skittish and even aggressive with new people. However, if you managed to get her trust, she will become extremely loyal. She does tend to be extremely clingy at times, most likely due to being left alone for long periods of time in the mansion.

She is afraid of dark places, small rooms, shouting and knives.

[octastims]

Daylily (My Worldless: Eclipsed Oc!) Stimboard with carnyces, lightning, scenemo clothing and aggressive wolves in white and cyan for me and @spectralgecko!!! She is cringe but she is free /SILLY

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(Note: Middle gif is a link to her reference and backstory. The image seen here is an original icon for her.)

[octahedral-chaos]

Yeah, she needs a hug and I would probably come back with more stuff about her since I forgot quite a bit of things about her here-

OKAY SO

Here’s the idea for the Ophan oc I was talking about!

She has no name as yet, but I do know that they are a voice of Justice (Interestingly enough) and takes on the form of a Carnyx as a weapon. Her backstory is a little wack so uh… bear with my wacky mind for a moment.

Okay so first off, she was somehow raised by humans. I’m not too sure how EXACTLY they got yote, but I am thinking that she got starnapped as a very, VERY young starlet, got thrown out of the universe somehow and was taken in by this guy, who then gave them to this people under the belief that they’re some “holy being.”

Then the persons who took her in realized that they weren’t what they were looking for (Too mischievous and gremlin-like for their liking. Plus they’re the only Starfolk in this place). So they ended up… mistreating her basically, resulting in both wings getting so badly damaged that it’s impossible that she could fly. In fact, one wing is missing entirely. This, as well as other things, resulted in quite a bit of trauma. In fact, she… kind of got locked up in a basement room since the people who took her in didn’t want to look like they have a “monster.”

Until they somehow managed to make a lucky break for it and ended up escaping with the help of another person.

AKA have a lass who has a busload of trauma-

*grabbing multiple blankets and a first aid kit. Somewhere in the distance, you can hear the irate buzzing of a flock of rapidly moving wings. There may or may not be thunder as well*

AKAJGK POOR GIRL.

I wanna give her a hug so bad 🥺

[nblemons]

Might as well post this even though only my friends know my OC Daylily. I'm being sooo normal about fan letter i prommy <3

[marshmallowcat666]

Smaugust prompts list by Pencilcat :3

Smaugust days 6-10;

Day 6 Chonk, my wof hybrid oc Daylily

Day 7 Dinosaur, my dinosaur oc Leox finds a baby dragon

Day 8 Anthro, my anthro dragon oc Katnee

Day 9 Attack, my dragon oc Brownie

Day 10 Mount, a dog boy oc I adopted named Majora riding my dragon oc Cricket

[lucid-daydreaming-art]

shits been hard

[xelasrecords]

All That Glitters

Han Jumin x OC

Jumin Week 2024 - Day 3: Green Daylily (Romantic Love, “The Flower That Helps Forget Sorrows”) @juminweek2019

All that glitters is not gold. An arranged marriage brings out the worst in Aecha and Jumin, and witnessing him fall for someone he can’t have may just be her tipping point.

A/N: I’ve tried to break the cliché of a cheater being just bad in Wedge the Knife Under My Skin, now this is my shot at humanising the gold-digger stereotype. Jumin as perceived by a resentful wife trapped in a marriage she doesn’t want may not be the Jumin you know. I humbly ask you to withhold your judgement and see it from her eyes.

TW: self-harm

Words: 5.4k

Masterlist Read on AO3

Aecha thought she could do this. Jumin was hers, but he could not belong to her, could not, could not, could NOT!—

She was sometimes a simpleton but not a deranged young woman. Breathe in, then out. Slipped her hand beneath her metallic dress that parted at her leg and twisted the skin on her thigh.

She was good and entertaining and desirable.

Aecha parted the masses and conversations halted. Her beauty glimmered and cloistered the useless watchers. Not only known as someone’s wife, her position in her company was just as important in this event. Businesses relied on hers to function, so Aecha could seamlessly negotiate winning deals and blackball distasteful people as she saw fit.

She headed to her husband. Jumin raised his champagne at her and smiled. Only she could see how insincere the smile was.

He never liked her enough to bestow her any semblance of authenticity.

No, that was her. A solemn, porcelain-faced her.

Jumin stared at the back of the woman’s head when she turned to thank the waiter and Aecha nearly broke. His naked yearning was embarrassing and she felt the urge to apologise to anyone who caught him. When a bald man approached him, Aecha intercepted and went on about nice, irrelevant things like the doltish young lady she decided to be.

I’m sorry, my husband is occupied. Partner? What business partner? Come on, don’t be boring. Leave your work at the office and drink! Here, take mine.

He spun the champagne glass in his hand and drank where her lipstick had stained its rim.

Aecha giggled and covered her lips while looking down at the marble flooring. The violet lights were giving her a headache. Fucking gaudy. People these days liked to use flashing colours as a theme instead of acting like it was a proper formal event.

Was Jumin staring? Of course he was. And he was coming, Lord save her.

Jumin rounded his arm around her waist and kissed her head. It meant nothing and Aecha felt nothing. She used all her strength not to lean away when he ruined her sleek, freshly cut bob and embraced him. Over his shoulder, she did a quick sweep for another sighting of the woman, but she couldn’t find her.

That was how it started. At a gala dinner, a married businessman sought a reprieve through a fleeting conversation with a woman as small as an easily crushed bird. He was entranced ever since. His wife couldn’t blame him, for she was also a wraith in their marriage. A chasm was where she looked, and this might be her best plunge yet.

*     *     *     *     *

Jumin had been gripping his phone tightly. Whether he was waiting for her to text back or deciding to send the first text, Aecha couldn’t be arsed. She just wanted him to stop bothering her peace with his pacing.

She slammed her book shut. “Would you be so kind as to fucking sit down and overthink quietly?”

Jumin scowled at her, but Aecha didn’t bristle. Gone were the days when she had to be timid in front of him. Jumin was not as powerful as everyone thought. He couldn’t even break out of his marriage. “You complain when the house is too quiet, yet you berate me when I endeavour to make this space livelier. I can’t get anything right.”

Aecha crossed her legs and studied her glistening nails with a breezy disinterest. “The brunette looked like your taste.”

While they did have an agreement to be able to see other people as long as it was discreet, the reality of it rattled Aecha more than she liked to admit. It was not jealousy she felt. She hated that Jumin won in this game of misery, that he had found a raft to tide over his loneliness while she had to drown alone.

Jumin sighed. “I only conversed with her because she and I share a similar view on certain subjects.”

“Like wanting her mouth around your cock,” she said. “Did you manage to sneak off for a quick fuck in the closet?”

“You are dreadful when something is not to your liking.” Jumin’s face twisted in disgust. He was only this expressive when they were alone. All that wasted media training. His childhood tutor would be disappointed. “I apologise that you had to deal with unpleasant associates on my behalf, but it’s been a long day. Do postpone your vitriolic statements. No one has the patience to deal with your tantrums all the time, Aecha.”

She held her hands up in mock acquiescence. “I only have one request: do not fuck her in the master bedroom. Take the one downstairs if you’d like.”

Jumin seemed to be calculating something before he sat beside her and placed her book on his lap. “If I ever brought anyone home as you apparently wish, perhaps I should do it in the bedroom beside ours. You could take notes on being more delightful in bed.” He smiled, but it made him look all wrong. Too crude and cruel for his elegant countenance.

Aecha patted his cheek, hot derision burning against her chest. “It says more about your dirt-poor standard that you still want to sleep with me if you’re this dissatisfied.”

“You’re within reach.” Jumin shrugged. “But I assure you, that won’t happen anymore.”

The jab didn’t land as he expected. Aecha was well-acquainted with the extent of his obsession with a mere cat, so she shuddered to think of being on the receiving end as a person.

“You’re a boring fuck too, Han Jumin. I just had to make do with what I had.”

Jumin let out an audible scoff and Aecha seized her book. At least he had a good mind not to crease the pages.

*     *     *     *     *

Let bygones be bygones.

Their squabbles never lasted more than a few days, but still, sharing a bed with Jumin was ridiculous. Aecha didn’t know why they never separated despite the many available rooms in this penthouse. Perhaps sleeping with someone you loathed was better than no one at all.

The harsh glow from Jumin’s phone washed over his face as his fingers tentatively danced across the screen. His facial features were worth the applause, she had to admit. As beautiful as a forbidden painting, as empty as a forgotten memory. No wonder the brunette was drawn to him. Jumin was a mystery to be solved and opposition would only drive her further into his arms.

“I can’t sleep with your phone light,” protested Aecha.

“You can turn the other way,” Jumin replied without a glance at her. “Elizabeth the Third is sleeping soundly, see?”

The white cat, curled like a doughnut between them, peeked through her eyelids. Aecha stroked her fur and she purred, dozing off again. “Have you met her again?”

Jumin’s fingers froze while a new message popped up on his phone. How would that woman feel if she knew he was lying side by side with his wife as he flattered her? She must know about Aecha’s existence. Their wedding was highly publicised.

But Aecha couldn’t judge her for trying to hold on to a strand of flimsy hope. It happened to the worst of them. She hadn’t been strong enough to resist the temptation either.

“Yes.” The word scraped against Jumin’s throat. “Have you taken your melatonin?”

He was always trying to get rid of her. “I want to take more than the prescribed dosage,” she said.

“You wouldn’t want to relieve the experience of your stomach being pumped. Neither do I.” He pulled the duvet up Aecha’s neck and folded the corner into a neat rectangle. “So save us the medical trouble and go to sleep. Tomorrow will be a better day.”

“For you, maybe.” She suppressed her surprise that Jumin noticed her shivering. “You finally found a toy to distract yourself, but it’s hell for me every day.”

“You should have acclimatised yourself to this by now.” Jumin looked down at her with a pity that bordered on condescending. Aecha wanted to scratch it off his face.

She nodded at his phone and he turned the screen away. “You’re like a little kid with a candy dangled right above him,” she said, “but you’re too short, too powerless, to reach it.”

“She is a human being, not a candy or a toy. Get your facts straight.”

“You’re stupid for someone so smart.”

Jumin let out a long-suffering sigh. “Now who’s acting like a child?”

That was enough reaction. As long as Jumin was still useful, Aecha couldn’t annihilate him, but she could prick him with little poisons every day. She might have been sold off to him for the betterment of her father’s company, but she would not be delivered meek.

Aecha curled into a foetal position, eyes trained on him with resolve. It was self-flagellation to a degree; rage broiled inside her whenever she caught his genuine smile. She wanted, for once, to be on the receiving end of that smile. Jumin never seemed to enjoy his conversations with her, and she was always incensed or numbed by the end of them.

It wasn’t that she wanted to be loved by him per se. She thirsted for the acknowledgement that she was worth loving and capable of reserving romance despite everything that made her a monster. It offended her that Jumin never even tried to weigh her worth and turn this marriage into a real thing. One look at her and he detested her with the kind of resentment that didn’t fade with age.

Aecha knew that her sheer existence was a nuisance for Jumin. But if not her, who? Who else could save him from his mess? It wasn’t her fault that he didn’t put up a fight when Chairman Han trapped him into marrying her. C&R was suffering and Jumin was even more so. Aecha put the fire back inside Jumin when no one could. He had been a ghost of a person after his best friend disappeared. Now he was often irritated at her instead of walling off his emotions. Now he was someone to a nobody.

But affairs never ended well and Aecha was not planning to let go. She anticipated their doom with the giddiness of a child watching a car explode.

*     *     *     *     *

They were strolling in the sweltering heat, cloaked under the pretence of two lovers having a romantic date at the park. Aecha swerved when a teenager was cycling at them full force and pulled Jumin out of the way.

Posture was a good excuse to do something nice. Aecha didn’t want to forget how to be generous. That was a fitting practice.

Jumin thanked her and held her hand as they passed the glint of a camera behind the bushes. Aecha almost squirmed. Damp, sweaty hands were the bane of her existence. Jumin squeezed her hand in warning and she rolled her eyes.

“You never give me flowers when we’re having an outing,” Aecha said as they saw a man surprising another man with a bouquet. “Send me some if you want to maintain your image. We’ve come too far to generate false rumours about our divorce.”

“There are many ways to show affection without flowers.” Jumin’s attention was on a kid licking her ice lollies. “I wonder how the taste of that frozen stick differs from a gelato.”

“Artificial.”

Jumin turned to her in shock. “You have tried it?”

“I’m not as out of touch with commoners as you.” Aecha huffed. “The employees appreciate it more when you can understand their culture.”

“I shall take note of your practice.”

When Aecha caught a whiff of another bed of roses, she got annoyed that her mission was side-tracked. “Send me flowers, Jumin. Or is that something reserved for your side chick?” Aecha knew she was shattering their fragile peace, but she couldn’t help it. Her bitterness always came out before she could stop herself. “Her sad face is charming to lonely boys, I’ll give you that. Makes you want to save her, doesn’t it?”

Frustration flashed across Jumin’s expression, but he swallowed it. Jumin never lost his temper, not even when they were not being watched. If she was a cannonball, he was an impenetrable fortress. She couldn’t elicit an explosive reaction no matter how hard she tried.

It didn’t mean Aecha would stop trying though. One hole in the wall was all it needed to break him down.

“Keep her out of our date.” Jumin texted his assistant before slipping his phone into his pocket. “A bouquet will be delivered to the penthouse tomorrow. I expect it will be sufficient if you post it on your socials.”

“I thought we had a scheduled lunch with your father tomorrow.”

“I’ve called it off until further notice,” said Jumin. “I think we can both agree that none of us is eager to talk to him.”

“He’s not mad?”

“I’ve held up my bargain as a prized son. He’s already tied me to you. He should not expect anything more.” Jumin’s jaw was set. “Would you like to set our picnic here?” He gestured at the plain grass.

Aecha didn’t have an affinity for the great outdoors. Insects made her antsy and the sweat that dripped down her back and diluted her perfume were very far from her definition of a perfect date. The public demanded a lot of things from her.

She stood at the edge of the stone path as Jumin laid out the picnic rug. Knowing she had to play her part, Aecha cautiously knelt on the cloth and fished out the various pastries the chef had packed, arranging them neatly on the plates.

“Would you fetch a book for me?” Aecha asked as they dug into their croissants. “I’ve been eyeing the first edition of Anna Karenina, but I can’t find it anywhere.”

“You have a competent assistant. Utilise him.”

She didn’t know how, or why, but Jumin had a knack for making her feel small. She didn’t know what to expect from him or how far his niceties extended. “Do you really hate me that much?”

Jumin stared at her impassively, his tone bored. “Don’t pretend as if you loved me more than my money.”

The photographer was holding up his camera, so Aecha leaned forward and brushed off the crumbs from Jumin’s lips. “I never did.”

It was more complex than that, but he would never understand.

Aecha yelped when a tomato fell out of her croissant onto her skirt. She hated everything about today’s faux date. Jumin almost offered her a tissue, but he paused and shifted closer to remove the stain himself.

Aecha desperately wished this nearness made her heart thump. Their arrangement would’ve been so much easier if they could learn to fall in love with each other.

Aecha was a tortured wife, but she lived a fate worse than Anna Karenina’s. At least Anna found the will to break free and left all the wretchedness behind, but Aecha would never seize that chance.

She hated herself the most for it.

*     *     *     *     *

Well, there was a bouquet on her bedside table.

Supposed it was gorgeous. Supposed she didn’t know what these particular flowers meant because she never fell in love with a flower connoisseur who was always excited to teach her the language of flowers and never had to leave him for money. Supposed she never got tangled in her sister’s hospital debt and her father’s company wasn’t on the verge of bankruptcy.

She quashed the image of the man in her mind without mercy. It had been years ago, and she thought she might have loved him then. He was kind and loving and had no business of knowing what Aecha had become. A public figure on the news was all she had to be to him.

Aecha plucked out a stem from the bouquet. Green daylily. It should have been the romantic sort, but Aecha would not subscribe to its meaning of forgetting the pain from the past and present. She would hold on to the thorny memories. She wouldn’t have survived this marriage otherwise. Sometimes to stay alive meant to torture yourself with your kindest ghosts.

And how could she forget the very life she was living? Not a day went by without Jumin reminding Aecha what true sadness was. She wanted to be angry at Jumin’s assistant for getting the wrong flowers, but it was nobody’s fault, she knew. Her fury was really just loneliness was really just disappointment and guilt directed at herself.

Her choice brought her here. Her loyalty to her family cost her Jumin’s friendship and genuine love from someone, anyone.

Both of them would have suffered less in this marriage if they had been able to forge even the barest connection. Who, aside from Jumin, could understand her plight exactly? They were trapped in this together. They were supposed to turn to each other when hope eluded them. Jumin was as lonely as her, and no amount of wine and luxury for Elizabeth the Third could mask his emptiness from her.

They had never laughed together, Aecha realised, despair writhing in her gut. There were sarcastic chuckles and conceited smirks and plastic smiles, but never laughter that made them double over while clutching their stomachs. She hadn’t expected love to be on the table when she entered this marriage, but she had thought at least happiness could be within reach.

Aecha choked back a sob. She had turned her life over to Chairman Han and sentenced herself to a lifetime indenture. She couldn’t predict what she would do if her sister ever woke up. She wasn’t sure she would be happy with what Aecha had done.

But she didn’t need to approve of Aecha, she just needed to wake up.

Aecha captured a photo of the daylilies and posted it on her socials. Not a second later, comments of awe and support flooded her inbox.

Aecha was so lucky to have such a rich and loving husband. She received a surprise bouquet from a busy director while their husbands couldn’t even bother to take them out for dinner.

They had seen the pictures from her park date. How sweet, how romantic. Proof that if you were truly committed to your partner, you would carve out the time to be with them.

Aecha wanted to carve out her throat.

She turned off her phone, lay down and stared at the ceiling. She was so, so lucky.

*     *     *     *     *

“Why green daylilies?” Aecha asked as Jumin walked through the front door well into midnight. His black hair was dishevelled and his cufflinks were gone. She didn’t have to wonder where he had been. “I’ve never told you my preference.”

Jumin shot her a pointed glance. “Exactly.”

No surprise there. He didn’t bother remembering that she had a vase of irises in her study.

But Aecha was in a better mood tonight, so she decided to play nice. “They died on that same day, but I liked them when they were alive. Thank you.”

Without turning on the light in their walk-in closet, Jumin pulled off his tie and placed it on the island. Aecha noticed a lipstick smudge on the tie when she aligned it with the watch partition below the glass top. She imagined the other woman blindfolded and eagerly anticipated Jumin’s touch. A kiss here, a bite there.

What did it say about her character if the thought didn’t rankle her at all?

Aecha’s sex with Jumin was never adventurous. It was solely to satiate the thirst when they only had each other to turn to. They had agreed that searching outside their marriage was an awful waste of time and a gateway to a publicity nightmare.

“If you would like, I could arrange it with the florist so you’ll receive a bouquet each week.” Jumin was also nice today. A satisfying fuck could do that to someone.

“That’s not necessary.” Aecha shrugged. “How is she doing?” There was no hatred in her voice, only curiosity. She truly was baffled at how someone could enrapture Jumin so completely that he had been sparse in his appearance in his own house.

Jumin stiffened as though waiting for the next blow, and only slumped slightly when her jab didn’t come. “Nothing good can come out of this, you know that. She gains nothing and has everything to lose.”

“You also have a lot to lose,” Aecha said with a gentleness that sounded foreign to her ears. Strangely enough, she pitied the state they had put themselves in.

“I am hurting her.”

“You hurt a lot of people.”

“I know.” Jumin dipped his head, and it hit her that his exhaustion was more than a good fuck. His eyes were ringed with dark circles and his shoulders appeared to be weighted down. He had also been like this in their first year of marriage.

“Does she make you happy?” Aecha asked.

“Yes.”

“Does that make you unhappy?” she asked again.

Jumin’s breath trembled as he exhaled. “Yes.”

Aecha glanced down at the ticking watches locked in the glass island, relentlessly marching forward without an end destination. “Then I feel sorry for you.”

Jumin shook his head. “Don’t be. You bear the most pain of them all.” He covered her hand with his and the diamonds on their wedding rings clinked. “Don’t presume I didn’t know the origin of your rage.”

Aecha’s hand balled into a fist. Jumin was giving her too much empathy and it felt like she was stripped to the flesh and forced to bleed before him. “Stop assuming accountability. Your knowledge won’t change anything. I chose to marry you for myself.”

“Right.” Jumin leaned against the island casually. “How’s your sister?”

Aecha looked away. The closet suddenly felt too dark and imposing. “You wouldn’t see me here if she had woken.”

“I can accompany you to the hospital on your next visit.”

She drew her hand out of his grasp. The moment was over. “No.”

Aecha had tried her best to separate her sister from this world. Her innocent, pliable little sister would be easily mangled by the vultures here. Aecha was the older one, so she should take all the knives thrown at her.

No one touched her sister. Not even her husband who was sometimes lucid enough to be nice.

Aecha grabbed a pair of fresh pyjamas on the way out and flung them at Jumin. He caught them with his face, which just meant that he had shit coordination. “Take a shower before you sleep,” she said. “You reek of her.”

*     *     *     *     *

“Jumin, did you see my toothbrush?” Aecha yelled from the bathroom.

“It must have been thrown away by the housekeeper!” Jumin shouted back.

“For fuck’s sake,” she grumbled. A quick rummage through the cabinets presented no spare toothbrushes, so she wrapped a towel around her body and exited the bathroom. “Do you have any idea where she stocked it?”

Jumin was stroking a sleepy Elizabeth the Third on the bed, lying on his side. “I’m afraid not.”

Aecha put her hands on her hips. “How can you not know?”

“The last time I recalled, you’re also an occupant of this house.”

“Housekeeping is not my territory. You have a big brain, use it.”

“It’s not mine either.” Elizabeth the Third sneezed and Jumin chuckled with endearment. Aecha never got to be at the receiving end of that laugh. “And my brain is normal-sized. I just had a health check-up.”

“Then who should I ask?”

The answer came to Aecha right after she spoke. At the same time, they called out, “The butler.”

She scoffed and the side of Jumin’s mouth quirked up.

“I don’t have their number. I’ve never even seen their face,” Aecha said.

“Me neither. All forms of communication are made between Assistant Kang and them.”

“Care to help me find my toothbrush then?” Aecha asked impatiently. When Jumin didn’t budge, she re-entered the bathroom, dunked his toothbrush into the toilet bowl, and thrust it at him with a winning smile. “Look, you need a new toothbrush too. It travelled into the toilet on its own.”

Jumin’s eyes followed the water dripping down the toothbrush. “You just ruined a perfectly good cashmere rug.”

“It will be the next thing that travels into the toilet if you don’t move.”

Jumin levelled Aecha a glare that would’ve made everyone else cower, but she simply raised her brows. He grunted. “We can check the storage room.”

“Perfect.” She tossed the toothbrush into the bin and clapped her hands, then winced at the thought of splashing bacteria onto her skin. “Right after I wash my hands. Where is the storage room?”

“You have lived here for years, yet you still don’t know such a simple fact?”

Aecha shook her head with confidence.

“I don’t either.” Jumin kissed the top of Elizabeth the Third’s head and stood up. “Let’s find the mysterious room, shall we?”

*     *     *     *     *

It took them an embarrassingly long time to spot the storage room. In Aecha’s defence, it was located at the very end of the hall on the first floor where she had no reason to venture to. Jumin just thought she was always holed up in the library when she was not working. What was she supposed to do? Supervise the housekeepers around the clock? He could do it himself if he were so inclined.

To Aecha’s surprise, the room was remarkably tidy and spacious. She had been envisioning spider webs and broken bulbs; she should find the time to meet their house staff and thank them.

Aecha immediately scoured the room, pulling out drawers and opening boxes with determination. Jumin followed suit in a more curious fashion, flipping through files and looking into the washing carts with childlike fascination.

She paused. Jumin rarely showed this side of him to her. In fact, their recent exchanges had been bizarre. They fought, not banter.

What was happening to them?

“Did you get struck by lightning?” Aecha wondered aloud. “You’re easy to talk to these days.”

The scuffling from Jumin’s direction stopped and she turned around. “My—she suggested I treat you better, and she was right.” His smile was sad. “I have been cold to you even when you didn’t do anything wrong. My sincere apologies.”

He wasn’t standing far from her, but this was the farthest she felt from him.

Jumin couldn’t be told to do anything, barring this marriage. Jumin was obstinate and held a grudge towards women like her. Tolerating materialistic women was not in his nature, so the fact that he was changing merely because of—what, love?—was unacceptable. If he could change this much this fast, the woman could very well command him to do more drastic things.

“I didn’t know I was up for discussion. Doesn’t she hate me for being a hurdle to your eternal love?” Aecha couldn’t contain the bitterness in her tone.

“She understands this isn’t the ideal situation for any of us.”

“How saintly of her.” Aecha sneered. “What’s next? You promising her that this won’t be forever and asking her to wait as you find a way out?” She was picking at her nail bed with so much force that she felt a trickle of blood sliding down her thumb. When she wished for a disaster to befall Jumin and that woman, she didn’t mean to be the fallout. “Newsflash, you don’t get to divorce me. I will never accept it.”

Aecha’s hospital debt was building up at a rate that she wouldn’t be able to keep up with if it weren’t for Jumin, and the stability of her father’s companies relied on him.

She hated feeling powerless, but she had to do her part to save her family. It was the one thing she could do right in.

Jumin approached her with the caution of startling a feral cat. “I would never ask it of you,” he said. Another sentence spoken with kindness. Aecha loathed to hear it. “I’m aware of the consequences you would face.”

“Are you fucking with me? Drop the noble act,” she hissed. “She’s just one person. You don’t get to trade her for everything we’ve built. Our families wouldn’t cooperate if we split. Stocks will fall and the board will drive me out.”

Aecha knew she was far from being a favourite among the shareholders. The only reason they tolerated her was because of her relationship with Jumin. She couldn’t be seduced and tended to bulldoze over stupid, backward, outdated opinions. Her impressive performance didn’t matter when she couldn’t be moulded to their liking.

“I’m not going to divorce you. I also have my responsibilities.” Jumin massaged the crease between his eyebrows. “My end of the agreement requires me to stay with you to ensure the livelihood of our subsidiaries. I know what you will do if I attempt to leave. Your rage has no bounds. I won’t let you abuse your power and ruin innocent workers’ lives.”

Aecha was too hurt to react. She might be a headache to live with, but she was not evil. She wouldn’t put thousands of people out of their jobs because of her marriage issues. The media would hound her like wolves and she would lose people’s admiration. Love lost was almost always impossible to earn back.

But the fact that Jumin thought Aecha could do heinous things made her want to prove him right. It was too easy to latch onto fury and let it consume her. Why create a job crisis for strangers when she could strike at Jumin’s heart?

That woman was her final card. She wouldn’t hesitate to use it the moment he put her and her family in jeopardy.

“You’re wrong. I care about strangers,” Aecha said, her cheeks hot from restraining her anger.

“I have never seen that from you, Aecha.”

Jumin’s statement was so ridiculous that she had to laugh. “No, you just never see me.” She almost choked at the admission. “But that’s fine. You should keep an eye on that woman. You think you’re the only one with a hacker on your side? You already know what I’m capable of. What makes you so sure that I wouldn’t go berserk on her instead?”

Jumin came so close to her that she had to retreat until her elbow hit a cabinet. “Touch her and I won’t stand still,” he said in a low voice. “There’s only so much I can tolerate from you.”

Aecha’s tightened fists shook and she ignored the sting from the peeled skin. She looked up at him, holding back the urge to slam his forehead into the cabinet behind her. “She’s safe as long as my family and I are safe.”

Once upon a time, Jumin could have loved her, had she approached him with pure intentions. Their brief moments of camaraderie had proven it. But in this lifetime, Aecha had soured their relationship purely through the circumstance she entered Jumin’s life and he never forgave her for it.

Jumin scrutinised her for several seconds and she held his gaze without wavering. “Then we have reached an agreement.” He handed her a sealed package from his pocket. “Your toothbrush.”

Her blood smeared on the plastic as she snatched it from him.

*     *     *     *     *

Jumin had moved out of their bedroom into the guest room down the hall. They would see each other even rarer now.

Aecha cast a look around the library. Walls of books stretched up the ceiling with a sliding ladder docked on one side. She couldn’t remember when books ceased to give her lasting joy. She couldn’t remember the last time things didn’t hurt. She had caused this, she knew that.

Aecha rested her temple against the cold window and brought her knees to her chest. From her plush seat, she watched the gardener maintaining Jumin’s private garden, and there she noticed a small patch of green daylilies.

Jumin must have had them planted before they fought. She wondered if he would remove them from the premises soon.

Sometimes, Jumin was considerate. Sometimes, it almost made Aecha crumble.

She didn’t think her loneliness could amplify, but what had taken root in this penthouse was crawling up her limbs like vines, determined to crush her.

She wanted to stop fighting them.

But her sister. But her father.

Aecha gritted her teeth as she picked at the newly scabbed skin on her thumb. It broke open into a deeper wound. Fresher sting, freer blood.

Just one more day. Then another. Then another.

-

Footnotes:

Aecha always assumes the worst from Jumin, but I hope the subtle details were noticeable enough that this is still the Jumin we love, just trapped in his resentment of having to marry someone who’s blatantly after his money.

At the event, Aecha calls herself a simpleton because she threw herself into this marriage for her family despite her sense of self-preservation.

When Jumin squeezed Aecha’s hand in the park, it wasn’t a scolding. He was trying to signal “I’m here.”

It’s not mentioned in the fic, but Jumin personally picks out the daylilies for her, not his assistant. He doesn’t know she likes irises because he respects her privacy and never goes into her study.

Years of familiarity translate to them subconsciously caring for each other’s quirk without noticing: Jumin setting up the picnic because he knows kneeling on the grass squicks Aecha out, Aecha straightening Jumin’s tie on the rack because he doesn’t like things crooked...

The toothbrush scene isn’t just a comic relief. I wanted to show a domestic moment and what they could’ve had if they’d started on the right foot.

Aecha’s fingers are a small allusion to her downspiral. In the second scene, the fingernails glisten, but by the penultimate and last scenes, she makes them bleed.

Why an OC? Simple. Writer wrote about 2 women, writer backed herself into a corner because she had a hard time referring to who as who, main woman got a name and developed personality. Aecha means good daughter in Korean. I love dooming her from the start.

When I couldn’t decide whether to develop Aecha into a full villain or give her some redeeming qualities, my friend told me it’d be more interesting if she’s morally grey. That stuck with me. At the end, they’re just a married couple who are trying to survive this lifelong prison they’d put themselves in.

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[smoothbrainstuff]

Me and Ody Daylilie talking about how my OC is the worst guy ever to exist

[eiseryn]

Happy birthday to the vailei fraternal twins, Mingxuan and Yuelan!!! I'm super proud of the way they're posing here cuz it shows off their personalities really well : ) MX is more outgoing and YL more shy!

As per all my birthday drawings I also try to give everyone slightly different signatures but unfortunately my writing is uh the same XD I do think Mingxuan has a pretty scratchy writing style compared to Yuelan, who has a more neat and precise elegant hand!

It was super important for me to make them Geminis (the twins horoscope!!!) and I wanted them to be born in May rather than June as they feel like Spring babies to me! (Especially since they both have flower characters in their name -- Mingxuan's "xuan" is daylily and Yuelan's "lan" is orchid!) Perfectly, the 22 fits in the slot and represents how there's 2 of them -- twice! : ) (I really am proud of their birthday LOL. Cooking in the most absolutely random way)

Please be proud I drew like 2 characters in 1 canvas this took me way too long 😭😭😭 I crunched hard so it's still the 22nd where I am barely hahaha but omg I miss drawing my OCs all cute.

Did you notice that all of Lei's friends have white turtlenecks in their birthday outfits and Lei's children have black / dark turtlenecks? :3 All very intentional~

Since I designed their outfits here is a little bonus~

The next birthday is in August... ACTUALLY no wait June 22 is a special boy's birthday :3 I wonder who :3 I better cook good for that one :)

[summer-in-florence]

Dungeon house chores

Original Story // G-rated "Dungeon Meshi" OC-cule: Daylily Mills, Urakku, Iris, Chiquita - Urakku/Raku belongs to Ray Iris belongs to Aya Chiquita belongs to Mangga Disclaimer: Dungeon Meshi world is owned by Ryoko Kui. I am only taking inspiration from their worldbuilding to create my OC.

Even for the average tall-man, cleaning this whole tavern by themselves would have been too much of a task to complete. Everyone knows that the tapbars and drinkeries in floor three are spacious to make up for its dubiousness. Like an omen for the wandering, 'this will be the last time you lot can ever hound in round tables with your peers before you descend.' Third floor taverns are questionable, but roomy, and the morbid acceptance of demise makes them a constant full-house. Piles and piles of dishes stack, rubbish and dirtied stools, benches topsied and turvied across the room. People come and go to leave their stains with the thought that it's futile to ever fully clean their stop - a popular notion especially amongst tall-men.

But this one's owned by a lone half-foot girl. The tavern on the fifth junction after the entrance, slotted in between two alcoves of deteriorating stone walls, is a tavern owned and maintained by a half-foot girl, standing her tallest only up to most of her customer's waist. And she makes do, all the work and all the keeping. Herself, putting men to shame with her nimble feet and capable hands.

Of course, sometimes, friends would come to help.

"Raku, I'm standing six feet away from you and I can still see that you missed a spot!" Daylily taps her feet. She's standing on the counter to mop the grimy surface down - it's easier this way. She shouts, "mop properly!"

Raku groans. They lean their whole weight on the stick, cheek squished against the wood. A sleeping Chiquita resting on their shoulder, for some reason she's able to not fall.

"Lilyyy... come on I just got back from a job. And I've did that spot already! Twice!"

"Someone puked there, okay. I want that exact tile to be squeaky before opening tomorrow." Daylily returns to her own stuff to be done. Her thick wooden shoes clip-clops upon the counter as she runs topside, wet mop sloshing together with her.

"Okay, very fair. It's just you get obsessive over this stuff, Lils," Raku says, shrugging. Their reluctance is honestly understandable, but they had promised her help before dipping out on their mission weeks ago.

Iris emerges from the pantry. "Well, Lily has a reputation to uphold. Not that easy keeping food mold-free around here," she snorts, and Daylily snorts in return. With those ears of her, of course she had been eavesdropping.

But Iris is diligent, when Raku isn't. She offers to wipe the tables for her, so Daylily lets her take over. To that, the ogre afar gestures at them, protesting at the favouritism full on display.

"And out of all the floors, you chose this one to set up shop?"

Lily snarls. "Don't push it, Raku..."

They're right though. To a certain degree. Daylily isn't that sour to not see the logic behind Raku's question, and with being friends for a while, she knows that it was a genuine question from them, however scathing it may come off like.

Daylily shrugs. She hops down the counter and saunters where Raku is struggling. Her little hands grab around the stick's hilt. "It is what it is."

Being born as a half-foot means inheriting your father's father's father's career prospects. It's generational, trickling down into every half-foot offspring due to genetic makeup. The common ones stay home, exclusively communing with their own, building a life from where their staple food grow and nowhere else; and the ones with hubris end up only as tools for the average dungeoning parties.

They're spry and fastidious, see. A persnickety nature, born down from the wisest of ancestors, make them great assets in helping others eluding danger. Guides, locketpickers, chestopeners.

Daylily, however, is a brazen girl with too much hubris and lack of interest in acting as a guide. She ran away from her village at thirteen, her heart set on the living the high life away from home, wanting to carve out herself into the world. And yet the high life was never meant for her. As halflings were unfavourable by the crowd for their biology - small, too small, she never got close to the celebrity spotlight, her dream.

She had too much pride to return homestead. On her fourteenth, she succumbed into her lineage. Daylily joined a party as a lockpicker, as many of her kin does. She was never really good at it. Two of her party members died twice because she couldn't care less about the dungeon. That's when she quitted, and set her tavern right where she ditched her old party; here, in floor three.

Then time flew, and it was three years having her tavern with all the good and the bad. She wasn't interested in dungeoning, but she was still a halfling with her agility and meticulousness. That was enough to run a business with, and Daylily didn't really mind the house chores it needed. After maturing, growing up alone, menial work are just as natural to her like chestopening and lockpicking.

But quite really. What kind of half-foot does that? She fled her village to become a star, and ended up a servant despite it being for her own cause. Sometimes it keeps her up at night, knowing she's an odd one out. Insecurity bears hardship. Hence, business slowed as well, that was if it had never been slow in the first place.

It sat in between alcoves, hidden behind walls of moss and empty undead shells guarding the entrance. Nobody came for days on end. She had no money to spare her life with. She was ready to go home.

Until the day the guarding undead shells clatter outside her bar, and another halfling rests atop its corpses with a fruit in their mouth.

Another halfling, another brazen halfling.

Daylily took Chiquita one day in as the way older sisters shelter young children, sopping under the rain. The other halfling was smaller, with a sweet blonde hair that fuzzed and matted without care. Lily couldn't stand knowing her kin running around unkempt, and it was like adopting a fierce little imp that wanted to do nothing but have her zoomies in the dungeon corridors. When Chiquita got used to her, Lily learned.

Learned that they could be so similar and yet so different in their becoming. Chiquita loves the dungeon. Chiquita loves venturing. Chiquita can never be pinned down once she's in her zone. She is so much more of a halfling than Daylily had ever been. Chiquita frequently left the bar without telling, goddesses knew where she got off to. The younger one was always, always away.

But Chiquita returns with customers for her. Fetching people from from each and every floor for Daylily to serve, for her tavern to work. Parties of tall-men, dwarves, elves, and ogres alike - they swarmed Lily's humble bar hidden by the alcoves, solely from the word of one little halfling whose presence was more fleeting than a feather. Customers visited, liked the drink, liked Lily's service, left, then returned for seconds.

Along came Iris. Her eastern dishes and herself wanting to survive with it as she trudges this foreign continent's eccentricities. One lone girl became two, even with their own respective things. But admittedly, it was nice having someone else to talk to when Chiquita fled. Daylily never really had anyone to talk to before them.

Then, Raku. Big, hulking Raku. With their sharp teeth, broken ogre horn, and the colouring of an angered sunset, much alike the temper that Raku had still fostered. They had stumbled to her doors, listening to the adventurer gossips around the floors talking about a place to drink and rest. Raku wanted to rest, and Daylily took them in, the way she took Chiquita and Iris in.

And that was the day that she broke free from her genetic heirlooms; that was the day Daylily knew she carved her solitary path. In this hidden tavern behind the alcoves.

Soon, she is nineteen with a reputation: 'good bar in the corner and the serving girl is cute enough if you're into the young-looking ones.' That, too, is an inherited career-prospect - one she tolerates just enough. And in turn, she allows her friends to stay.

Now, she cranes her neck up and smiles.

"Raku, drink as much as you want tomorrow. It's on the house." Daylily's free hand finds the ogre's thigh, pushing them away from the particular tile.

Nineteen, and a tavern owner, and not-that-awful of a friend. Even Iris giggles to how Raku gasps afterwards. Their silly little 'yippee!' echo throughout the room. They wake Chiquita up from her sleep then, and the bar gets livelier than a full-house.

"Hmm, deficit's gonna be high this week too it seems," Iris teases. "Raku, you have the most debt on Lily's tab too."

Right, but honestly, all the three of them are indebted with, are with these chores.

[strandedaylily]

HEY FELLAS

Jet - it / vir - aroace - eng/中文

About me

Hi! you can call me Jet or Ody (your preference), and this is my sideblog where I actually Organize things! I am an artist and writer, as well as a learning animator :] I mostly post art here but may post other stuff as well

I post about Rain World, Cult of the Lamb, and Nine Sols ^^ Main emphasis on Rain World

(Do note that I am a whump enthusiast at heart : my drawing and writing themes commonly include blood, gore, and violence, so please proceed carefully!)

Tags (general)

#day draws - drawing tag! I tag all art on this blog with ‘day draws’ so its pretty broad lol

#day doodles - small doodles that don’t really have a lot of effort and are just mostly self indulgent

#for me - art and stuff for me !! aaaaaa

#jet stop self rbing - self reblogs for when I feel self indulgent lol

#asks - self explanatory

#jet speaketh - i blabber a lot about nonsense so feel free to block this tag

#jetfight - artfight attacks!! Also feel free to block

Tags (oc)

#oc [full name] - tag for the oc, including asks with them! Ancients will be listed with only the first segment of their name if it contains a comma.

#[oc initials] l o r e - lore that only caters to that one particular oc, and is generally easier to sort through if you’re looking for one character in particular

Extra

(I follow from @daylilie)

Header image made by @hdra77 !!

DO NOT STEAL OR REPOST MY ART. To the new tumblrinas, reposting is NOT the same as reblogging.

You may use my art for personal purposes (pfps, wallpapers) with PROPER CREDIT.

If you steal or repost my stuff I will tear you from limb to limb and banish you to the shadow realm ☺️ thanks for understanding

I have anxiety and will often overthink and second guess my social decisions when talking with others. Please know that if I don’t respond, it isn’t coming from a malicious place (I am not ignoring you) and I just don’t know how to put thoughts to words

That’s really it lol, thanks for sticking around ^^

One last note: All oc and au tags are tagged here! They will be updated as things change :)

[octahedral-chaos]

Been seeing those asks you've sent Sqarlet, and... I'm honestly kinda lost with the lore of these three...

I guess... Ramble about Carol, Daylily, and Arxyl? (Forgive me, I forgot the name of the last one)

Yeah... thing's WILD. Daylily appears and grabbed my brain in a chokehold /SILLY

Anyways... Daylily! She's our silly Eclipsed! ophan. Taken in by a cruel couple hunger for power and status, she was proven to be more than they bargain for and was abused. She was locked up in the basement and got both wings removed in a rather painful and traumatic manner (Basically she was still awake when they did it... and they did drag her to the table-).

Because of this, she can be EXTREMELY skittish and even somewhat aggressive, but is extremely loyal once she warms up to you. Carol and Alyx helps her with healing, which shows that they're surprisingly silly. She loves early 2000's- early 2010's stuff! She also got an Idog and Ipod from Carol-

Okay back on track, Carol and Alyx found her while exploring the mansions basement. Her "parents" had to leave in a hurry because of a scandal they were involved in. Initially, Daylily was freaked out, but eventually calmed down enough for them to coax her out of the mansion and into the outdoors. She, along with Carol and Alyx, tries to figure out what is she and get answers to her past.

Carol, full name Carol Angus, is a rather chill guy. He's pretty curious and loves to learn about the world. He's also Alyx's only friend.

Alyx Donne is rather shy, less inclined for interacting with people, but loves wandering around. She tends to be a bit hyperactive when it comes to her interests, but she's still a pretty neat person to be around, if she feels comfortable enough around you.

Oh and on the topic of story (Since it's more of a thing my brain daydreams about-), I like to imagine that Daylily's "adoptive parents" ends up returning and upon realising that Daylily is gone, basically goes on a witch hunt for her. Thankfully, the trio eventually manages to find this little portal to Eclipsed's world and Daylily gets reunited with her flock!

And then Alyx, Carol and that flock effectively scares the everloving daylights out of the couple-

( @sqarletsworldlesswandering have this I guess because I may be a bit cringe-)

[robinkid22]

First post, it's my ocs

from right to left

foxglove

malva

daylily

Maybe I'll use this place to write about them since i never do-

[nebularobo]

My OC, Daylily!

[mysterycharacterflowers]

Side A and B will be posted on August 18th, and side C and side D will be posted on August 19th! They will start being posted at 2 pm BRT and will be posted every 15 minutes!!

• All matches were randomized, this gave some interesting matches (insert the illusion of free choice meme here)

• All polls have the the tag #round 2

• I can't check if all things people said about all the 129 characters are true, so if someone lied on their submission that's on them

• If you see any mistakes (wrong pictures, misspelling, etc) please tell me ^-^

• I tried my best to short long descriptions, key word tried

• If you see sentences in first person in the posts, remember it's not me (the mod of this blog), it's the submitter talking!

• All submissions (except one) made it to the tournament, I didn't take a submission away if the content/media was problematic, I just put almost all the submissions in the tournament

• Some posts don't use the characters canonical pronouns, some of them use they/them for extra mystery

• You can guess who the characters are, but if you are 100% certain please don't tell. I wanna maintain the mystery ^-^;

• I won't reblog any propaganda (but like try to do propaganda only if you are really sure of the character, or you might give a wrong propaganda to a character ^-^;)

• The [...] means that this part of the description was shortened!

• Also there's OCs here!

• When a character loses, the reveal will be tagged as #reveals and there will be a #[insert media name here] spoilers

• If you want to talk more about the character after they lose, you can talk in the reblog of the reveal, and I will reblof it with the tag #flowers for the fallen (because I wanted to it be related to flowers but I didn't know how)

• If you want me to tag post as something, to like put a tw, please tell me ^-^

• I will reblog the polls 4 hours before they end!

• If a tie happens, a tie breaker polls will happen. If they also tie in the tie breaker, a polls with 3 characters (the 2 that are tied + the one the winner would fight) will happenThe matches are under the cut!

Side A

Yellow Rose Vs A bouquet of lily and sunflower

A bouquet of aloe, fern, blue iris and sage Vs Ceropagia Adrianae

Himalayan blue poppies Vs Butterfly Weed

White Lily Vs Red Geranium

Side B

A bouquet with love-lies-bleeding, forget-me-nots and sunflowers Vs A bouquet of yellow foxglove and snapdragon

Tartarian Aster Vs A bouquet of columbine and geranium

A bouquet of red spider lillies, forget-me-nots, purple hyacinth, deadly nightshades and white lillies Vs Orange Blossom

Plastic/Fake strawberry flowers Vs White Egret Orchid

Side C

Red Daylily Vs A bouquet of rue, tansy, monkhood, milkweed and dame's rocket

A bouquet of dandelions, buttercups, roses, both black and yellow and sunflowers Vs A bouquet of ginger torch lilies and blue carnations

A bouquet of sunflowers, dandelions, ferns, foxglove, hollyhock, lotus, balsamine, green carnation, fennel, black eyed susan and queen of night Vs A bouquet with blue morning glories and saxifrage/rockfoils

Love-lies-bleeding Vs A bouquet of star magnolia, lavender, dark crimson rose, white carnations, sweet pea and forget me nots

Side D

A bouquet of purple hyacinth, purple columbine and hellebore Vs White Crocuses

White Alyssum Vs Valerian

Sage vs A bouquet of cockscomb, white poppy, white acacia and pink chrysanthemum

Rainflower / Rainlily Vs Daisy 1

[endermen-impasta]

Hello people who follow me, I got another thing to explain as I get a hold on what my sona is going to look like and how they work, backstory, other things in a trial and error re run. Any who let me explain what I'm thinking of in blank notes I made. And it's on the topic of their ninpo type deal. So here we go.

So for a little background, I have a rottmnt AU going on with lots of characters, from comics or ocs, and I've introduced my sona in the comic. Their ninpo had been a blank subject for me but I have the right way of working around it now. Okay.

The history of their ninpo:

It started with Hamato Yurei, Karai's younger sister in the time line, when they were three and unlocked their ninpo abilities. She died two days before she turned 12 from a murderer from a town who thought she was a bad omen. At this time Karai was in a hard place and became overwhelmed with the emotions of the loss of her sister. After a few days of denial and anger she began the bargaining stage of the grief stages.

She began to pray to the family spirits to give her another chance at a new life, being very emotional she didn't explain how. Though the prayer was answered, it was answered another way of what she wanted. Yurei had the ability to go through the two worlds of the after life and real world as a wandering spirit. With this she could give her ninpo to a new person as a blessing. Though when that person died she had to choose a new one until the earth died. Giving a completely different DNA to people who she saw worthy of it, the DNA matched with the DNA of the current generation of Hamatos.

Karai didn't know her prayers were answered and worked through the grieving process and found herself at peace with her death. She didn't find out what happened until the battle with Shredder finished as she made her way to the Hamato spirit realm meeting her younger sister again and having a nice sit down conversation about it.

Drawing of her and her spirit form

Some basic information you need to you about it is

1.) It is a mystic ninpo that can be passed down only by Yurei

2.) The structure of the next person's DNA changed to the newest generation no matter what

3.) The way the ninpo comes out depends on the person it lives inside (like the way it works/work)

4.) Appearance can change as well but only the wings, horns, and tail appear everytime

5.) When the holder passes away they can join the Hamato spirits or see what the next holder is going to do, but they can always go back and forth

6.) The holder can talk to the Hamato spirits but almost always it's going to be a past holder (recent or not)

We all know who Anne Frank (or Billie) is in the story and I have made a line of events that's going to happen so let me introduce you to the new holder soon, Kansas.

Kansas was left on the streets as a small child and lived with a yokai who traveled the streets learning lots of things from them in only two years. This is the older version of them but they got the ninpo when they were only two. Though in the bad future Anne was the one who got it the timeline changed as soon as Casey and the others went back into time.

(updated look of Anne Frank down below)

A little history about the yellow flowers, Yurei's favorite flower was the yellow daylily and would usually wear them in her hair. With that the yellow flowers attached to them when she turned into the spirit she is now. So with every new holder, after they pass away or go into a dream state/spirit world they have yellow day lilies attached to their hair at all times. With Billie, they took the yellow flower look into the world they were in with their shadow based ninpo, they were shadow objects.

Any who, that's all the information I have on them so far and I hope you guys like them.