#OC: Seren

[4belphie]

mc: fight me !!!

random rad student: bet-

belphegor: *looming behind mc ominously*

random rad student: b-b-best not! we better not, i actually have a class on the complete opposite side of the building, what am i still doing here hahaha *speedwalks away in pure fear*

mc: *pouting* why will no one fight me :/

belphie: damn idk :\

[bhaalposting]

Seren 🔪 🩸 | Durge OC | The Pale Drow

"Precious Little Bhaal-Babe" - Astarion

There's the Pale Woman, The Pale Elf... and now the Pale Drow.

a beautiful commission i got from @corelle-vairel (both on here and insta !) of my main dark urge oc, seren. <3 I am in LOVE with how she looks. I can't recommend commissioning them more !!

[thedaslut]

A Magic Touch - Solavellan

It has been a long couple of days. The Inquisition are joined by an ex-templar and his tattooed mage lover. The two don't mesh with the gang well, Cole especially dislikes them for their cruelty and apathy, but they get results and are knowledgeable about fighting templars which helps against the red templars. After a lot of headbutting the pair has proven themselves useful, for now.

They've also proven to be extremely affectionate with each other, and when they make camp everyone's a little bit relieved that they don't have to watch their semi-exhibitionist behaviour.

Unfortunately, they have to listen.

Seren and Solas lie next to each other in their tent, both pairs of ears perked and sensitive to the moaning and rustling of the tent next to theirs. The energy between them is near oppressive with lust, but neither have made a move yet. Seren can tell her crush is still hesitating, always one step away from rejecting her even as he leans into her touch.

Still, it is... hard not to think of herself in the lucky mage's position. She seems to be enjoying herself immensely. And the way Solas is shifting, Seren is not the only one finding certain things hard.

"Are they not going to faint soon?" Seren groans quietly after a brief moment of calm is interrupted by what seems to be another round, and she rolls over to her side to face Solas. Her face is flushed, both from embarrassment and... other reasons. Solas is very pointedly not looking at her.

"In a way it is impressive," he mutters. "I take comfort in my ability to fall asleep easily, yet these two are making things rather difficult."

Seren hums, half in agreement and half out of annoyance. She doesn't say how she's jealous, how she longs to cause some disturbance on her own with Solas. The night is cold, but she's rolled close enough to feel the heat radiating off him even through their clothes. Carefully, she extends her index finger and slides it gently against the fabric of his shirt. A small connection.

“How do you do it? Fall asleep anywhere and anytime?” she asks, focusing her gaze at the small point of touch. “The mind is a powerful tool. Convince yourself you are tired, and you feel tired.” “Like self-hypnosis?” “I prefer to think of it as… a shift in being. The ability to transfer feelings of the mind and body to other places through the memory of what was once felt. Mood, hearing, taste.” He hesitates for a moment. “Touch.” “Touch?” The air takes on a tinge of electricity at the mere utterance of the word. The next few moments feel like an eternity and a split second all at once as the world shrinks to just their camp. “Show me?” Seren whispers. Solas doesn’t pretend the slight weight in her breath doesn’t affect him as he rolls to face her, his familiar hesitation only settling in once he looks into her eyes. How easy it is, to act only on how he feels with her. A lock of hair lies across her face and he reaches out to tuck it away, his fingers lingering along the angle of her ear and then down the line of her jaw. “Close your eyes,” he instructs. “Listen to my voice. If you can,” he adds with a small chuckle as a particularly sensual moan from the next tent echoes into the night. She does as he says. She doesn’t point out that she could listen to him for hours and find it pleasurable enough to be worth her time. “Focus your mind inward. Let yourself become aware of your body. Where you are comfortable, where you are not. Where you feel cold, and where you feel warm. Are your arms heavy? Your legs? Familiarize yourself with your state, your existence.” “I feel like I should have picked a thicker bedroll,” she mutters, feeling a rock dig into her calf now that he mentioned it. “Discomfort is part of the world around you. It is proof of your connection to the world. Embrace it, until it no longer feels like something negative. Take it from the world into yourself, and it has no power over you.”

Seren frowns. “I am not sure how,” she admits. “It is a skill, like any other. You will take to it, I’m sure. But if it is too difficult to absorb something uncomfortable, perhaps this will be easier to focus on.” As he finishes his sentence she feels the warmth of his hand on her arm. A light pressure, a soft caress. A few passes, innocent and calm. “That’s nice,” she mumbles, eyes still closed. “Yes. Hone in on it. Connect with it. Know it, until you can imagine it even when it is gone.” His voice is low, and there’s a husky quality to it now. For a while that is all that happens, his hand against her arm and the sounds of the camp outside becoming muted as their world shrinks further. “You feel it, do you not? My hand on you, not my physical hand but the energy of it. Past your clothes, maybe even past your skin. Touching you. Reaching you.” Slowly, so slowly she doesn’t notice it until she feels the chill of the air on her bicep where his hand had started and the ticklish trail of his fingers at her elbow, his hand goes down her arm. “You know my hand now. You know its shape and warmth. You know what it would feel like elsewhere, on your face, down your neck, lower towards your belly.” And she can. Not physically, but the ghost of a memory merely seconds long. She can imagine, without the chill of the night air and the barrier of fabric between them, the pressure of his touch and the heat of his skin. And as his fingers trail down her forearm, the mental image of them sliding down her abdomen makes her shiver. As his nails slightly scrape down the back of her hand, she gasps as she feels it on her mound. “Breathe deep for me, Vhenan,” Solas urges, and there’s a hint of amusement in his voice. “You know I am not touching you where my hand connects with you. You know where you feel me. Center your world around that place.” When his finger starts to gently move in a circle just above her index knuckle, her thighs twitch. The outside world falls away completely as their tent fills with soft, slow breaths. Both of them experiencing something beyond physical touch, one with her eyes closed in introspection and the other’s filled with adoration.

“Your pleasure grows,” he whispers. It’s a statement just edging the line towards an order. His finger circles and strokes in random patterns across her hand, flicking her knuckle like it was that other place. “It comes over you like waves on a beach, enveloping you and pulling at you with each roll. Every wave reaches higher, its crest hitting you harder.” And it does. In her mind she is warm, enveloped, and she feels the pulsating feeling ebb and flow. “I’m there,” she breathes. “Solas, I--” “Give in to it, Vhenan. Feel me, feel yourself.” It is not like it usually feels. The feeling peaks, but not in the hard, sharp feeling she is used to. It is a feeling like her body fills as if it was a jug of water, a feeling like jumping from a ledge and feeling weightless for a moment. Sparks travel along her spine, settling in her belly, dancing on her lips. A sexless orgasm, a climax without finish. For a moment, there is nothing in her world. Only her, laying in a void. There’s no discomfort where she lies, no noise she does not make herself, no chill in the air. It is peaceful and pleasant, and it feels like eternity.

The first thing she comes back to is the feeling of Solas’ finger, still gently touching her hand. It doesn’t feel innocent, but it feels peaceful. 

And she feels heavy and relaxed. As an added bonus, it is quiet.

“That… that felt nice,” she mutters as her eyes flutter open, her gaze landing on Solas’ face in the darkness. He is smiling at her, that small and calm smile he does when he’s proud or impressed. “You take to it as if it is in your nature,” he muses. “Hmm.” She does not dare to wonder out loud if he meant the hypnosis or the pleasure. His hand stops stroking, instead covering hers and holding it gently. She squeezes back weakly, limbs heavy and relaxed. “We should get some rest, lest we fail to fall asleep before those two decide to go on.” Solas shifts slightly, moving his other hand to rest his head on his arm. Seren bites her lip. They often sleep in the same tent but rarely does something untoward happen. And while it is not untoward, the question on her lips feels like it is after what she just experienced. “Can we cuddle?” she asks. “I want to… I want to know more of your body’s energy.” Even in the darkness she can tell he is blushing now, and he wordlessly lifts his hand in invitation.

And they sleep soundly until morning.

[stephschoices]

Was thinking about my Tavs kids earlier and wanted to make Ikaron x Solaris’ future daughter 🥰

[mlady-magnolia]

favorite oc(s) and why?

Hmmmmm, this is hard because I have so many OCs that I need a Google Sheets to keep track of them lmao

But right now my fav is my Hoyoverse OC Seren because I can design her in all the different Honkai universes and she’s now a D&D character I will be playing!!

But overall probably my MCYT OC SunkissedDreams/Magnolia which I used as a persona for a bit before M’Lady Magnolia came around

And then my MCU OC Agent Emilia Wolff because multiverse shenanigans (and she has an entire Docs worth of story and worldbuilding!) and Dark Urge Corinna (my entire bg3 art phase on here can tell you how much I loved drawing my girl hehe)

Anyway look at my pretty D&D Seren, she’s a Divine Soul Sorcerer and Fate Domain Cleric

[thebestbobaflavour]

i love how the keep gives us two options, either they died or are alive and well...

um anyway this is seren, my warden (who is actually not well in the least) post game

i wish i could hug her she has seen the horrors please gods let her rest

[trashedork]

KH OC Week 2023 - Day 1

It's another year of KH OC Week! I'm so excited to be participating again! This year, I will be introducing the rest of my Keykids.

@khoc-week

Day 1: Introduction

Name: Zephyr Nickname(s): Zeph Gender: Male Age: 15 Preferred Keyblade: Diamond Dust Union: Anguis Personality: Zephyr is withdrawn and distant. He is also stubborn and reckless, going off on his own and charging into the fray. He doesn't like following rules which often leads to trouble. At the start of his Keyblade wielder duties, he believed that it wasn't worth joining or making a party because everyone was fighting for the same thing: Lux. To Zephyr, it was a nuisance and he didn't want to get involved in any problems so he went solo. After meeting Ophelia, his opinions changed. He realized that being around people wasn't all that bad. Eventually, he developed feelings for Ophelia but it's unrequited because she likes Ephemer. Even so, Zephyr still wants to be near her since she was the first person to brighten up his world.

Name: Eileen Nickname(s): Ei, Eiley Gender: Female Age: 15 Preferred Keyblade: Starlight Union: Anguis Personality: Eileen is kind, yet reserved. She has low self-esteem. She doesn't believe that she's strong like other Keyblade wielders. Even when she is praised for her efforts, she wonders if she really did do well. She is a perfectionist and doesn't want to disappoint anyone. She also overthinks a lot. She is in love with Ephemer, but doesn’t think that she’s good enough for him. She knows that Ophelia loves him as well so she decided to keep her feelings to herself. Despite the negative characteristics, Eileen does have a positive side. When she's with her friends, she is mischievous and childish.

Fun fact: Eileen was actually my player Keykid before I came up with Ophelia.

Name: Quinn Nickname(s): None Gender: Male Age: 16 Preferred Keyblade: Counterpoint Union: Vulpes Personality: Quinn is bubbly and upbeat. He loves to tell jokes and play pranks. He finds joy in the little things and wants everyone to be happy. He is fearless, eager to explore the unknown despite the possible dangers. He will get serious if anyone messes with his girlfriend, Priscilla. He is very protective of her and would do anything to make her happy. Quinn has a hatred for the darkness because it took the life of one of his best friends. He wishes it would disappear so that he and his companions can live happy and peaceful lives.

Name: Priscilla Nickname(s): Pri, Cill Gender: Female Age: 16 Preferred Keyblade: Fairy Stars Union: Leopardus Personality: Priscilla is kind-hearted and calm. She is attentive as well, always willing to lend a hand to others. She tries to be positive when the going gets tough. She is gullible, falling for Quinn's tricks and attempting to find the good in everyone. She loves Quinn, her significant other, dearly. However, his tendency to be overprotective bothers her. Regardless of Quinn’s antics and the bad comments that are said about him, Priscilla cherishes him no matter what.

Name: Sterling Nickname(s): Ster, Stir-fry (only by Zephyr) Gender: Male Age: 17 Preferred Keyblade: Olympia Union: Unicornis Personality: Sterling is the oldest out of his friend group, so he often takes care of everyone. He acts like a leader, being serious and calm all the time. Although, there are moments where he is immature and teases his sister and friends. He is a good listener and gives advice when necessary. He is protective of his loved ones to the point where it gets out of hand, but he means well. He simply doesn't want to lose them. This behavior stems from him and his twin sister, Seren, being orphans. He was mostly afraid of her not surviving than himself.

Name: Seren Nickname(s): Serry, Ren Gender: Female Age: 17 Preferred Keyblade: Divine Rose Union: Leopardus Personality: Seren is polite and gentle. She is Sterling's sister, but behaves like an older sister to her friends. She often has snacks and medical supplies in her pouch for them. She thinks that she isn't a good fighter, but still wishes to help any way that she can. Before becoming Keyblade wielders, Seren and her brother, Sterling, were orphans. This caused Seren to rely on him a lot and she developed a fear of being alone. However, after obtaining the Keyblade and joining the Leopardus Union, she became independent while also relying on other people besides her brother.

Name: Neo Nickname(s): None Gender: Male Age: 14 Preferred Keyblade: Moogle O' Glory Union: Ursus Personality: Neo doesn't like to see fights nor like to fight. He would rather sit it out. He is skittish and shy, flinching even when someone is simply greeting him. He is the youngest Keykid, but doesn't appreciate being treated like a child. He can take care of himself, but his friends usually baby him. When he was younger, Neo wanted to be a hero. His dream came true when he got the Keyblade, but his anxiety makes it hard for him to fight enemies and interact with people.

[starryeyes2000]

Aeres: Chapter 2

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Pairing: Eomer x OFC (Seren)

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1.6K

Summary: The events in this story take place beside the War of the Rings and in its aftermath.

Millenia ago the handmaiden Ilmarë brought a gift to the world of men and foretold of its heiress. And of great need among all races after the darkest of times.

Shipwrecked on a small island, Éomer vows protection for a stranger. Neither speaks the other’s language. When a dark army invades, they flee to the safety of his principality in Aldburg. But enemies hunt them. Unraveling why sends them on a journey to the southlands, to Gondor, to Elven domains, and to the ravaged northern country.

Excerpt:

Éomer opened his eyes. Sunlight overwhelmed his sight; a blurred figure closed the shutter. Instinct raised a hand to his brow as shield. This small motion taxed an exhausted body beyond its limit and unconsciousness again claimed him.

On waking flickering candlelight cast shadows through the darkness of a room he did not recognize. Training surfaced and his muscles tensed, preparing for action be it offense or defense. Without moving head or body, his eyes roamed the space. His hands explored the firm surface where he laid, shoulders and head elevated and supported by thick padding.

A woman sat in a nearby chair. Hearing the change in his breathing, she smiled and spoke. Neither her face nor language were familiar. Instead of forming words his parched and irritated throat croaked. Propping on elbows he pushed up and forward. Winded and sapped of strength he sagged onto the bolsters.

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[libraryhyades]

original tweet

"I'm sorry, flowers," Seren whispered as she dumped the wine into the soil. "I have no way of knowing whether this is safe or not."

The servants had brought it, but too many people in this mansion could give them tasks they couldn't say no to—or else.

[serene-sky-kid]

Too weak to reach, too silent to be heard, butterflies do not help those who cannot sing

But you all exist to help others so it was only a matter of time before you were found

I wonder what he saw in you at that time...

Moth Serene and her adoptive father/veteran I wanted to get this idea out of my head, I'm not really that good at making scenery, I just painted over screenshots to make my job of creating an environment easier.

[leidensygdom]

Seren Gautier, for @ydteus ! Someone was in need for a surrogate and it's always a good time to revisit the world's best Holes Georg out there!! Please do give a good peek at the lines though, they're full of hatching and shapes and I'm pretty proud of them!

[spearxwind]

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.... As you know, the top of the top fights happen here. The gladiators that have made it to the top will fight to usurp or maintain these titles. Look at the roster, place your bets, let the most vicious bastard win, and as always, WELCOME TO THE MIRIN DRAGON ARENA."

[bhaalposting]

astarion and his tuff durge gf

based on this

[thedaslut]

All those years ago I did as most people did and made a personalized Inquisitor tarot. It's old but I'm still proud of it so I'm reuploading it here

[iingezo]

Seren for @ydteus !

[kociamieta]

drew some of my iterators as ancients ^_^

i might do VOS and RFiM sometime, best to keep them separated for now though

the ancient versions are slightly different behavior [and thus sort of personality] wise from their actual, iterator selves.

thank you @skybristle for inspiring me to do this :]