#Not Cecilia's Ocs

[all-the-bones-ever]

this hit me like a truck

[fly-sky-high-bug-games]

Oops, forgot to post this

Cecilia :3 Suggested random outfit but she wears just about anything

She only looks grumpy I promise she's caring under that scary face!

[lilac-knight]

an accumulation of oc doodles

[pansy-picnics]

Kycece splatoween costumes🧡🧡🧡🧡 cece had a few more she wanted to show off but kyle insisted those were staying between them……🤷

[komorebigold]

I used to have a comic about a girl that learned to embrace her feminine side when she found an artifact that transformed her into a super hero. That wasn't a sign. Totally not. Anyway, I've been rethinking her and her story.

She's definitely trans and so is her boyfriend, but she doesn't know he's also her hero crush.

[the-lonesome-raven]

It took like three months, but I finally finished my big three-drawings goal that I set out to do back in October 😭😭

So here's Yua along with Vic and Cecilia, two other TWST ocs from two blogs that I follow, holding a plushie of their corresponding ship!

Drawing other people's ocs for the first time made me a little nervous, but ultimately it was a really fun process to do, and it also helped me in seeing how much I've improved my art.💕

Cecilia le Fay belongs to @anevilbunnyinthehat

Vic belongs to @tinyfantasminha

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[yulgurr]

throws fe6 lesbians at you once again as a sole fan of this ship. i don't know what my target audience is atp

[thatneoncrisis]

streamed myself drawing my characters for several hours. birthday festivities. now look at them

[flowerakatsuka]

i finally drew some designs for devimega!kuroba!! they're a god posing as a human saint so they can bother karamatsu hehe.

[ more info under the cut! ]

kuroba was originally a mere plant spirit that looked over the chruch's garden, making sure it stayed vibrant and brimming with life. the garden had a frequent visitor and admirer, a young priest named karamatsu who was raised there. he would sing the praises of the garden's beautiful flowers, calling it a " little peice of heaven " and often escaping to it to avoid his duties. kuroba greatly appreciated his compliments and company, even if he wasn't aware of their presence. eventually, his praises reached the ears of the church's visitors and the garden became something that drew people there.

thanks to all of karamatsu's and the garden's visitors' praise over time, kuroba was able to ascend to godhood. of course, the first thing they did upon being giving immense power was assume a human disguise in the hopes of meeting the priest that they had grown fond of and getting closer. they were quickly taken in by the church after being found in the garden, but soon after joined the clergy after purifying the soil of a farmer's plot that hadn't yielded crops that year. now thought of as a saint, they're enjoying their days at the chruch alongside karamatsu. they're definitely closer, mostly out of necessity since he seems to attract evil spirits like a moth to a flame.

as a god, they have the ability to spontaneously grow different types of plants, purify soil, and revive recently deceased plants. they can also heal injuries, but really only minor ones as they're essentially applying their abilities to purify soil and restore dead plants to the wound. also, since their godhood was achieved mostly due to one person, their powers aren't exactly the most stable. usually, this manifests in their disguise slipping slightly when they've used a lot of power or if they're tired, ( like with their ears returning to their original appearance. )

[balljointeddragon]

Meet Cecilia Chau!

She’s a Kit x Jentry fankid, and if you know me, you should have expected this once I started obsessively doodling Jentry and Kit.

Anyways.

Lia is calm, often found smiling and hardly frowns. She is 100% aware of everything her parents have gone through, something her mother insisted on (I get the feeling Jentry would be heavily against ‘keeping secrets’ to ‘protect her’, as we saw how that turned out for Jentry’s situation).

She WAS planned, surprisingly. There was some hesitation due to the whole…. *gestures to Kit* situation.

She’s actually well-adjusted, having a close knit group of friends. She’s closest with her mother but looks most like her father.

As you can tell from the second image, she is not afraid of fighting.

She’s not yet fleshed out much, but that may change as time goes on.

[magic-swords-art]

The tiefling party was a blast. But I’m stuck on the fact that Shadowheart pointed out Gale to my Tav. What were her motivations there

[yandere-yearnings]

HEAVENCALL (??? x Fem!Reader)

feat. Cecilia Romano

♡ oneshot, approx. 1k words

♡ post-specific warnings: NSFW, sub + bottom afab reader, fingering (reader receiving), 'good girl' used on reader, depictions of gore and violence, masochism & sadism, Stockholm syndrome, abuse, collaring, blood play, (extreme) knife play, implied mind break, implied imprisonment, vaguely implied reference to cannibalism, extreme toxicity, DDDNE

♡ a/n: most important thing to anyone reading this is to pls be mindful of the content warnings above and to not read if you think it could be triggering for you. this is vv dark fiction and i legit cannot stress that enough. a lighter christmas fic will be posted soon, which can be viewed alternatively.

this is @unhappy-last-resort's gift for our secret santa fic exchange!! unhappy i'm gonna need you to forgive me for how shitty this turned out lmao. i lied when i said it would be my last rewrite and got wasted so i could churn smth out before today. i'm burnt out to all fuck and too tired to fix the medical inaccuracies drunk me did not consider so pls pretend that the femoral artery does not exist and the bleeding is venous otherwise our reader is technically dead and not just passed out💀 this is purely a work of fiction. yandere behaviour in real life is a cause of concern. proofread, unedited.

♡♡♡

It was because you hadn’t seen light in days. Chained up to this wall, waiting like a dog for your angel to come down to you — sensitive eyes, slithers of blinding white around her silhouette looking like a luminous halo. Deaf to her footsteps, blind to the blood on her dress or the stench of it, all you knew was her when she put her hands on you. Learning to treasure it, since it would only be you here grieving every touch you were deprived of when she left.  

“Miserable thing,” fingers smoothing out in your hair turn violent, she tugs, “feel special yet?”

When she chokes you, you do. You think the collar might just cut into your flesh from the force as Cecilia pulls on it. Lips meeting hers, you are whole again with the way her nails dig into your cheek, like she wants to rip the skin right off. Bringing the claim she has on each corner of your soul right to the surface, the sole thing that has become easy for you to understand is that you are ruined for this world.

“Please…” you beg, and you remain unaware of what for. There is something pulsating inside of you, blood beating bones from depths in which a consuming rot grows ugly. Cecilia’s scalpel shows an animal starved, and you recognise that it’s you. The spit and drool come like magic, she wets your dry throat easy with just a few fingers in your mouth — you are hungry. Her knees hit the ground for you, in turn your heart wants to come right up as penance for your unworthiness.

Thin gown bunched up into the crease of your groin, too light to feel any warmth from it — and you are too taken by the coldness of the blade on your thigh to care. Aching for the push, so your body could give way and you could feel the sharpness nestle inside of you, to wrap around something, to bury it in the grave of an open wound. Cecilia keeps a distance your cuffed wrists cannot close, and your desire drips from you with nothing to hide, nor cling to.

Spine lined with explosives, the first graze has the pleasure spark seriatim; the release of pressure you had been neck-deep in brutalises you, and you are delirious on the feel of being ripped apart without the motions. Each score burns. New layers of you are uncovered and exposed to this world and Cecilia wrenches your head down to watch. 

Mouth agape, your drool parts a translucent line over the pooling sangria. “More,” pleading for it, despite how muffled it came out. You want her to rip this chunk of you right off. You want to be between her teeth and down her throat. You want, and it’s butchering. “Deeper,” the tears come with your chest squeezing, come with the choked up moan when her digits bear down on your tongue harder. Your mistake is clear to you the moment you see the wash of those baby blues lock on you, the reverie of bringing the sky down to your prison and the vastness as you lost your mind to it has your breath hitching.

Ringing in your ears dulled to the scattering greys when Cecilia hits you, cheekbone smashing against the wall, sending the vibrations all throughout your skull. Ecstasy takes on the taste of metal. Sure enough, the savage inside of you is unsettled, is not yet satisfied.

“When have I ever let you command me?” Her knife edge twists, makes ribbons of your tissues — makes you writhe deliciously. “Do you think you have a will?”

“No.” The answer needs no contemplation, it has been ingrained in you. “‘M sorry,” your vision spots when you crane your neck, you’ve been putting more and more of your weight into the bricks, your shackles sting. “Was so good I went dumb, ‘m sorry. I won’t do it again,” you sniffle, “p-please…”

Acutely aware of the moment the surgical steel leaves you; biting your lip to suppress your whimper when the air hits. “That’s better,” and you are sure this is a punishment until Cecilia takes your face, “see, you know how to be a good girl, don’t you?”

Something hot floods your guts, you’re nodding before you even have a chance to rub your thighs together — not that you’d be allowed to. Her palm is pressing right to the laceration, she keeps you splayed apart like that, and her nails are mere millimetres away from showing you a supernova. Red tracks streak a trail all the way to your core, the fabric in contact with it is damp, is threading clear strings to a place that’s throbbing with need to be desecrated.

All your nerves fray when she sinks in, and just like that, the ability to latch onto her human caress is wasted on you. Only remembering how to stay agape, how to curl your toes and tear from your bottom lip to hold back your moans. Your walls are sopping for her, they slobber just as much as you do for the euphoria Cecilia imposes into you. Gasping her name, flashes of a world outside you no longer want to return to, legs trembling when her thumb comes up. She plays you so well, makes a mess — makes a masterpiece out of all your misery and mortality alike.

Whispering, “you were my best decision,” — and like a blessing, your undoing lays rest to you. Pink slick and pain, everything becomes sweet in this swarming black. Angels. Her laughter, a hymn. Singing. Heavencall.

[lilac-knight]

a maid's guide to housekeeping and lycanthropy

[pansy-picnics]

kycece………..Save me kycece……Kycece save me

[dolly-macabre]

⚙️ Kloktober Day 30 & 31 ⚙️

Halloween & Your Choice

PICKLEJUICE!

PICKLEJUICE!

PICKLEJUICE!

Featuring @gointothevvater 's St. Cecilia Jameson & @goblin-a-gogo 's Lasagna Cornatzer!

[mixvillainousandtcoaal]

"Meet our new face, Cecilia Amanda Kelly, and featuring our new strawberry flavor."

"It's incredibly delicious!!!"

"We're talking about the drink!"