#OC Wren

[justawrites]

One of the Last Happy Nights

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I absolutely did not intend to go this hard on this piece. It was a doodle of Nari and Wren bc I love them, and then the kits got in there, and then next thing I know I'm sinking 10+ hours into it.

So this is God in a Godless Land (obviously), and this is a few nights before... everything goes wrong :) About ten years before Narinder meets the Lamb and his siblings again.

My app crashed multiple times, my pen died twice, and my battery was constantly teetering on the edge of absolutely nothing at all, but I am happy with it <3

[prismaticpollen]

the things we do for friendship (3/4)

original characters, f/f, cold

Wren wakes up sick the day of an important meeting and insists on going anyway. Vul isn’t sure how she feels about it.

(part 1 ) (part 2) (part 4)

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The morning had started cool and breezy, chilly enough that it made perfect sense to wear layers, but it had warmed up by midday. All over the capital, people had discarded their coats, rolled up their sleeves, and thrown their windows wide open to enjoy the weather. Everyone seemed intent on savoring the fresh spring air as much as possible.

Well, almost everyone. Wren was freezing, bundled up in the softest sweater she owned. She wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed under a heavy quilt and watch old cartoons, but staying home hadn’t been an option. She and Vul had waited almost three weeks for a private audience with Queen Zara; rescheduling would have been unthinkable even if court decorum hadn’t forbidden it. This meeting was way too important to be derailed by something as trivial as a minor head cold.

Fortunately, she hadn’t had to say much after stating her case at the beginning. Vul had been doing an admirable job representing herself, and the Queen had addressed most questions directly to her, only asking for Wren’s input when Vul couldn’t answer adequately on her own. Wren had half expected the reverse, but the Queen had instantly welcomed Vul as she would have any foreign emissary, barely missing a beat once she’d recovered from the initial shock of meeting a real live alien.

That had been a spectacle to behold: the older woman had let out a high-pitched squeal more befitting an over-excited teenager than a sixty-something monarch, eyes bugging out of her head. To her credit, Vul had barely reacted, even though Wren knew the sound must have aggravated her friend’s sensitive hearing.

Regaining her composure, the Queen had promptly apologized and enthusiastically greeted Vul, and the two had been engrossed in conversation ever since. The discussion had touched on everything from geopolitics to theoretical astrophysics, often circling back to the same concept several times to give Vul’s translation device a chance to keep up.

Wren was trying her hardest to follow along, but she’d had a pounding headache for the past hour and it was taking all her willpower to keep from slumping forward in her chair and sleeping through the rest of the afternoon. She was so focused on keeping up appearances that she didn’t fully register the meeting wrapping up until Vul swatted at her thigh with her tail to get her attention.

“…won’t take kindly to us keeping such a big secret,” the Queen was saying. “We’ll have to plan our announcements carefully, but we should move fast. I’m thinking we go public sometime next week, that leaves us enough time to make the appropriate security arrangements and agree on a script.”

“That sounds good,” Vul said.

“Excellent. Wren, what do you think? You made first contact, it’s only fair that you should stay involved.”

“Next week is perfect, your Majesty,” Wren answered.

“Alright then, that settles it. One more thing, then I’ll let you go.”

What now? Hopefully, this would be quick.

“We’ll start recording from the arboretum. You might want to prepare a speech.” The Queen winked at Wren, actually winked at her like they were co-conspirators, then rose from the ornate conference table and left the room.

Oh, wow. Wren hadn’t been expecting that, but she wasn’t about to complain. Smiling to herself, she leaned back in her chair, stretching her arms over her head with a sigh. “Ready to go?” she asked.

“Sure,” Vul chirped. Cheerful as always. “You okay? You sound different.”

Scratch that. She’d noticed, picked up on something with her inhuman hearing, and now she’d be worried and that was the last thing Wren wanted. Everything was fine, nothing worth stressing over, but Vul wasn’t used to seeing anyone in less than perfect health so she was bound to overreact the moment Wren so much as sniffled. The barrage of questions when she’d first discovered allergies had been bad enough.

“I’m just tired. Come on.”

The two of them made their way through the palace in silence, following the same narrow hallway they’d taken on the way in. After a few minutes of walking, they reached a large, heavy door protected by a biometric lock. Wren stepped up to it, leaned close enough to let it scan her eyes, then kept moving.

On the other side, a short set of steps led down into a tunnel. Running between the Queen’s chambers and a public park a block away from the palace, the rarely-used passageway allowed VIPs to come and go unseen; perfect for a secret meeting, but not the most comfortable way to travel. It was always brightly lit, fluorescent lights humming overhead no matter the time of day, and it always smelled like disinfectant.

Normally, none of this would have fazed Wren in the slightest, but this wasn’t a normal day. The sharp scent worked its way into the back of her sinuses almost immediately, throwing open the floodgates her cold had already pushed ajar. She sniffled wetly, scrubbing at her nose with her sleeve.

Vul certainly didn’t mind tunnels, as used to living underground as she was, but she still hesitated at the bottom of the stairs. “Wren?”

“I’b fide.” Ugh, that did not sound convincing. Wren cleared her throat, ready to try again, but it only made things worse. “The air id here does this sobe —SNFF!— sometimes. It’s just the smell, I pro-ohhm… prom-ihhh! HahHH-! AHHTSCHIEWWW!”

Vul stared up at her, tail lashing side to side. “Promise?”

“Yeah, that. I’m okay.” Wren hurried forward, moving as fast as she could towards the exit at the other end of the tunnel. Vul fell in step behind her, uncharacteristically quiet. No questions, no running commentary, nothing. Both girls’ footsteps echoed on the concrete floor, but otherwise their journey was almost eerily silent.

“HAHHTCHUU!”

Make that mostly silent.

Ten minutes (and another half dozen sneezes) later, Wren slid into the driver’s seat of her car. Vul climbed into the back, where tinted windows would hide her from other motorists, and Wren wasted no time turning onto the main road towards home.

She’d made the same trip many times before, and it was never a long drive, but this time it felt like an eternity. When she finally pulled into a parking space in front of her building, she slumped sideways, resting her cheek against the window. The cool glass felt so nice against her flushed skin, she might have stayed in that position for hours if Vul hadn’t spoken up.

“Come on, let’s go inside.” The alien sounded strange, not quite nervous but definitely tense somehow. She stuck close to Wren on the way upstairs, but wouldn’t meet her eyes, and she disappeared into her room the instant they made it into their apartment.

Hazily, Wren wondered if she’d upset her. If she had, it couldn’t be helped now. She’d check in later, but right then she was too tired for any lengthy conversation. She paused in the doorway just long enough to kick off her shoes, then stumbled to her own room for a much-needed nap.

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Wren woke up around sunset, roused by the sound of what was unmistakably her blender running on its highest setting. She bolted upright, groaning softly; she’d fallen asleep in an awkward position, and her back and neck were stiff. Her headache was almost gone, though, and tight muscles would loosen up once she got moving.

After a quick detour to the bathroom to blow her nose and fix her ponytail, she entered the kitchen to find Vul emptying the blender into two glasses. The alien had made some sort of frozen drink, bright purple and slightly fizzy. She was clearly eager for feedback, thrusting one of the two glasses at Wren with a toothy almost-smile. “Here, try!”

Hesitantly, Wren took a sip of whatever it was. It was sour, almost earthy, with a sweet aftertaste. She knew her taste buds were a little off, but even under normal circumstances there was no way Vul’s concoction would taste normal. Setting the glass down next to the sink, she tried to school her face into a neutral expression. “What did you put in this?”

“Mostly Sprite and blueberries, a few cherries. Oh, and a little bit of onion. I didn’t know when you’d wake up, so I wanted to help. It’s what we do back home for anyone who can’t get their own food, mix up whatever we have so we can share.” Vul shifted nervously, tail drooping until the tip almost brushed the floor. “Was that wrong?”

“No!” Wren reassured her. “It was sweet, thank you.”

Really sweet, actually. Vul had been through so much over the past month, logically she should be the one seeking comfort, but instead she’d gone out of her way to be useful. Wren never would have asked for help, hadn’t even wanted to admit she wasn’t feeling well and risk stressing her friend out even more, but Vul had seen right through her.

“I really appreciate it. Honest.” What did I do to deserve a friend like her?

“But you don’t want it.” Vul spoke quietly. Her voice was dull, weighed down by the same strange tension as earlier that day, and she held herself rigidly.

“That’s not your fault.” Wren bit back a laugh. “You had no way to know, but just for future reference, onions don’t go in smoothies.”

“Oh! Sorry, is it that bad?”

Wren shrugged, hoping to soften the blow. “How’s about I order takeout, and sometime soon I’ll teach you some better recipes?”

“Okay!” Now Vul was the one laughing, bright and warm. The sound tugged at some deep part of Wren, urging her to join in the fun.

Soon, both girls lay sprawled across the kitchen floor, wiping away tears of mirth while Wren tried to compose herself enough to read a menu.

“How does soup —EHHTCHOO! EHTSCHUU! TCHUU!— Ugh, sorry. How does soup sound?”

“I don’t know,” Vul hedged. “Does it have onions?”

Wren started up again, practically cackling. Her breath scraped against her sore throat, but right then, she didn’t care. “Onions are supposed to go in soup,” she wheezed between giggles. “Soup. Soup isn’t a smoothie.”

“Noted. What about the other things, though? Like blueberries, do blueberries go in soup?”

“No! Definitely not. Blueberry smoothies are good, blueberry soup is just weird.”

Vul rolled onto her side and stretched towards Wren, poking her in the arm playfully. “I don’t know what goes together. We don’t have any of this stuff at home.”

“That’s why I’m going to show you. HAHHTCHU! Hehh… hehh-hehh-ehhtchiew! Hhehtcheeeww!” Wren paused, waiting for her body to make up its mind. When no more tickles materialized, she swiped her wrist under her nose before continuing. “After I get over this cold.”

[shirobeans]

I got a super cute screenshot of my ranger/druid Wren and their beloved Halsin right before my favourite of his kiss animations

And I just…

Their face?? The cheek touch?? Their whole expression whenever they look at Halsin??

They’re so soft and in love that my heart can’t take it ;u;

(I understand though, I’m also a little in love with Halsin)

[eclec-tech]

Trick or Treat!

This is Carol (@clonethirstingisreal)

p.s. Thanks for having your porch light on!

Happy Halloween, Carol! 👻 I hope you like your treat!

[hoth-and-cold]

Alrighty time to bring out some perspective!

My fourth belongs to @outernorth with their OC, Wren

Thank you very much for commissioning me, they were very interesting to draw but I had a grand time

[fjorests-of-wildemount]

Having a little guy in my head that I love but only exists in my head and on graph paper (blorbo from my dnd game) makes it really unfair that I can't draw. I want there to be pictures of him but the pictures only exist in my head 😭

[wastelandwhisperer]

Said I'm my own worst enemy Drownin' in my memories

Finally had the time to dress up Wren and Vega in some fun stuff!!

Wednesday Netflix but make it gay™️

Wren: Enid (She/her)

Vega: Wednesday (any) 

Hair: @daylifesims

Outfit: @madlensims

Makeup: @cosimetic @julhaos @pralinesims @remussirion

Thing: @jarisimcc 

[asterofthedeepforest]

They’re in love, your honor

[rainbowwatermelon7]

@askblumedic art I just colored in do check him out!!!

[crowmakes]

fancy party time but now in color ✨

[justawrites]

Why is this orange cat taking over my life. He's not even canon. My son. He's such a loserboy I'm captivated by him (so is godless!Narinder-)

It's a good thing cats qualify as a liquid bc I can't imagine that position is very comfortable

This isn't very good bc I was just trying to play around with a different style but. I think it's cute. Also I like Narinder's Morticia-Addams-esque dress he's got going on there, dresses are fun

anyway here's a daily reminder to not fall to cringe culture, live your best life, write and draw whatever you want to write and draw. Do what makes you happy.

[prismaticpollen]

the things we do for friendship (1/4)

original characters, f/f, allergy

Wren helps her new roommate Vul settle in, getting a noseful of dust in the process.

(part 2 ) (part 3) (part 4)

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Ding!

Wren stepped out of the elevator with a deep sigh, eyes fixed on the sleek new clock in the hall. Twelve minutes past two. She was late.

She’d been so excited by her latest project that she’d run all the way from her building to the convenience store down the street, just over a mile in ten minutes. That was a new record for her, but it didn’t matter because the store had been unusually crowded and the lines unusually long. By the time she’d left the store, weighed down by her purchases, she’d burned through any extra time her enthusiasm might have saved her, and the return trip had taken another eighteen minutes. Overall, her errand had lasted forty minutes from start to finish, twelve minutes longer than she’d promised.

Oh well, nothing she could do now. Shifting all her bags into one hand, Wren reached into her right front pocket with the other. A moment later, bright green key ring successfully retrieved, she shifted her burden again, holding her groceries against her hip while she unlocked the front door of her apartment.

Inside, the place was dim and quiet. Too quiet, all things considered. Setting her bags down on the nearest table, Wren crept farther into the apartment, eyes peeled for anything unusual.

“Vul?” she called.

“I’m here! Come!” Judging by the direction of the sound, the response came from the spare bedroom. That made sense; Vul had been in the middle of unpacking when she’d left, and must have still been busy organizing. She probably hadn’t noticed what time it was, but Wren had set the two o��clock deadline as much for her own sake as her new roommate’s. They’d both been through a lot of changes very quickly, so she needed whatever semblance of consistency she could find, even when all she was doing was buying snacks.

“Wren? Come?”

Right. Time to see how much her friend had accomplished while she’d been out. “I’m coming, be right there!”

“Okay!” Vul acknowledged. Her voice was bright and clear like polished quartz, like it always was.

A few seconds of silence, broken only by her own footsteps on the carpet, then Wren reached the guest room threshold and had to bite down hard on her tongue to keep from laughing. She almost managed it, but she still had to pause to collect herself. Once she could speak without dissolving into giggles, she blurted out the first thing that came to mind: “Vul, what the fuck?”

“What?” Vul flicked her tail towards the floor, ultramarine eyes wide and unblinking as she turned toward the doorway. She was standing in the middle of the room, surrounded by overturned furniture and looking utterly bewildered. It seemed she had, in fact, finished organizing her things and moved onto tearing the rest of the room apart. Looking for something? No, everything she’d brought with her was piled neatly in one corner, so that couldn’t explain the mess.

“Sorry, let me try that again.” Wren made a mental note to avoid profanity around Vul, at least until the alien’s translation device could collect enough data to process her meaning fully. “What happened here?”

Another tail twitch, this time towards the window. “Bad view. I was nervous.”

Oh, duh. They were on the fifth floor, which was four stories higher than any building Vul was used to, based on what she’d said when Wren had first shown her around the apartment. As strong as she was, she could have easily knocked things over in a panic. “You got scared, you stopped thinking, right?”

“Yes. Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Wren said softly. “We’ll clean this up, then I can get curtains or something tomorrow, okay?”

“Curtains?” Vul sounded perplexed.

“To cover the window. That way you can’t look down and you don’t have to think about being up high.”

“Okay. Curtains tomorrow. I’ll clean up.”

“Let me put groceries away real quick,” Wren suggested. “Get started if you want, or you can wait for me to come help, there’s no rush.”

“I’ll clean up.” Vul lifted her chin, opening her mouth wide. Not really smiling, but close enough.

Wren smiled back, then spun on her heel, rushing back the way she’d come and collecting her recent purchases from the table she’d left them on. Moving into the kitchen, she made short work of putting everything where it belonged. As soon as she finished, she left the empty shopping bags on the counter by the fridge to deal with later.

By the time she got back to the spare room, Vul had clearly been equally efficient: nearly half the room was back to normal already. Letting out an appreciative whistle, she crossed the room to help balance the shelf her friend was lifting back into its proper position.

With both of them working together, the rest of the cleanup went even faster. Wren had to stop to catch her breath a few times, unused to the weight of some of the larger items, but Vul didn’t seem to mind the interruptions, and they finished in what felt like record time.

Letting go of the last piece of furniture, Wren shook her hands out in front of her, releasing tension from the way she’d been gripping the edges of each object while Vul watched curiously. “I don’t know about you, but I need to sit down after that,” she panted. She was fine, really, she just needed to relax after all the heavy lifting. Her throat was dry, that was all.

Leaving the guest room, she ducked into the kitchen, quickly downing a small glass of water before continuing into the living room and flopping onto the couch. The water helped, but her throat still felt off. She swallowed, shifting her jaw from side to side and waiting for the itch to subside.

Moments later, Vul appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, moving towards the couch with her tail swishing playfully behind her. “How was shopping?”

“It was fi- ihh!” Wren started to reply, then stopped mid-sentence. Not on purpose, it was an easy question to answer, but because her body had chosen that moment to interfere. “Hang oohhn!” she gasped. Fighting the sudden tickle blooming in her nose.

“Wren?” Vul was staring at her now, wide-eyed with confusion.

She held up her hand: wait. Any second now.

“Hhh! Hehh… ihhh-! Hihh’tschiew! HAhh-!”

That was weird, there were usually two. “As I was saying, shopping was fine. I had a good day. How about you?”

“What was that?”

“What was what?” Wren was sure she hadn’t brought up anything new just then. Wondering what concept Vul was struggling with, she wrinkled her nose, something she often did while thinking, then immediately regretted it.

“HAhh… hehh! Hihh! Hehh-ihh… HahHTchiieew! Hhtschuu! Hh’tchoo!”

Oh no. How had she been so stupid?

“Hhuh’TSCH! Hihtsch! Hahh’tch! Hht’CHU! Hahhtchoo! HheHTCHUU! Hihh’TCHEEWW! HHATSCHIEEEWW!”

When Wren finally finished, panting for breath, she opened her eyes to find Vul right in front of her. The alien was frozen in shock, sitting on the living room floor with her gray skin glistening with spray.

She must have closed the remaining distance between them while Wren was too busy sneezing her head off to notice. Meeting Wren’s gaze, she brought one hand up to wipe her face, unclipping the thin wedge of metal that housed her translator from her belt with the other.

“Never mind,” Vul said quietly. She seemed unbothered, as if what had just happened was a total non-event.

“Oh my— I’m sorry! That was so gross,” Wren muttered. She was almost certain her face was bright red, as much from embarrassment as effort, but the other girl just shook her head, baring her teeth in an awkward almost-smile.

“Don’t worry about it.”

[bellafragolina]

May I try to ask for OC Affection for Wren? Take your time, no rush! I can wait and I know that you can be busy with your own things, so I will be patient, my Berry!

Have a good day! Take care of yourself ✨👀

-Dearly your reader, Victusordovitreus.

hello!! sorry this took so long ehehehe

Renee loves Wren!! Not only are their names similar, but they're both traveling around, albeit for different reasons. Tandor is such an interesting region, but dangerous! Renee relies on Wren to help her along, to get photographs without dying. In other regions, however, Renee takes the lead. Wren wants to see the world, right? The best place to see it from is up close! She'll show Wren all of her photography skills, and teach them to Wren too! It's a great friendship, one Renee greatly enjoys.

Renee is a bit too old for Wren to consider dating. Wren is young and discovering themself while Renee is nearing her thirties and in an established career. It wouldn't be a healthy relationship. Renee is just a friend, but she cares very much for Wren, and wants the best for them. She's willing to help however she can if it makes Wren safe and happy!

here we are!! thank you for sending your wonderful oc in!!!

~Renee

[evelyn-art-05]

concept doodles for an OC AU I was thinking of and went a little overboard with

[wastelandwhisperer]

Even if it’s broken torn, heaven sent we went for more Tell me when you’re down to pour

Millie: she/they // Sage: they/them // Wren: she/her

Happy New Years! 

Hairs: @oydis @daylifesims curbs

Dresses: @joliebean @ice-creamforbreakfast

Accessories: @suzuesims @bluecravingcc @blahberry-pancake @christopher067 @pralinesims playerswonderland @giuliettasims

Makeup: @cosimetic @remussirion @julhaos