#Scottish OC

[alexiaexnihilo]

I think Drew has already become one of my favourite characters, even though I haven’t worked on all of his backstory in detail just yet. He is the antagonist of my short book as i’ve previously mentioned and this drawing of him has been sitting in my drafts for a while now . I’ve wanted to finish it after all because now I finally have enough time on my hands.

Anyways I’ve also been listening to the Proclaimers lately which is why I’ve decided that they’re going to be Drew’s favorite band (for no specific reason such as him being scottish )🗣️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿👆

(Note: As you can see the image has some sort of artempt at a 2010s aesthetic so yea hope i also did that justice..)

[the-mourning-moon-sheds-no-tears]

They will know

[kittymama01]

Reaching out to Scottish users on Tumblr! I need to ask a question. I'm currently working on a fanfic and my OC is half-Scottish. And I want her to say some things that show she was raised around a Scottish parent (if that makes any sense at all I am so sorry), slang mostly being on my mind. I just want to check if this is a real slang?

[edwards-exploit]

DONALD DAY!!! featuring Dilly, and Donald's driver Siobhan Darrow

[snippit-crickit]

some of my fountain pen doodles that was borrowed from a friend thank you very much scottie is such a clueless creature

[prettyinaccurate]

my little introductory comic for my chemist boy and his companion physician! Graham F. Hurst and Arthur Cailbhin my beloveds

[wishing-0n-dandelions]

[OPEN ROLEPLAY STARTER]

All is quiet within this odd section of woods. Far too quiet. The trees twist and writhe, to create a pathway through the forest. The dirt path is well-tread. As you walked, you'd find yourself jostled about by the shifting path. Perhaps, you were used to this though? Or maybe, you had fallen asleep and woken up in an unfamiliar place.

As you exit that portion of the woods, you come across a clearing. And, sat on a tree stump in the middle of this meadow, walled off by gnarled limbs of ancient trees, is a lithe figure playing an intricately carved harp. The figure dons an Emerald green cloak, fastened by a sword pin. Their face is obscured, but their long, curly red hair is not.

They do not seem to care that you are watching, as they continue to play seemingly unaware of your approach.

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[[ OOC: My first ever like. Roleplay thingy on tumblr- not sure if I'm doing this right?

Open to non-Celtic characters as well! Just, instead of being in camp proper, you've probabaly entered it in a dream, which can happen! Tara is weird :3

Celtic Demigod taglist:

@lughs-lightheaded-son

@daughter-of-the-cailleach

@calista-croia

@ronan-child-of-ogham

@evamae-brigidisntfrigid

@gardnros

[ As always lemme know if you don't want to be tagged]

[bunnysnared]

fledge charcter meme if anyone wants to get a good vibe check on him... this sums him up p well! this boy who was enlisted against his wishes by his colonel father is soooo depressed

[camptara]

*Dandelion approaches you, with a surprisingly serious expression. In its hands is an old looking bag. The usual supplies one is given when they head off on quests*

" I appreciate you Volunteering for this Tarran" They say, as they hold out the bag. " there's three guards that we need to remove in order to challenge the King of Cats. While I work on uncovering their dens location, I need you to go after the Prince of Shades. You'll find her down this path. Just follow the Primroses. I can't tell you much about what you'll encounter...but good luck. And remember, don't use your true name. This is a quest afterall."

*Beyond Camp, and towards the endless woods is a crossroad. One that branches off into three paths. The second of which is blanketed by Primroses, and goes deep into the west part of the forest. A warm breeze rushes out, knockingthe arrows around in Dandelion's quiver *

@daughter-of-the-cailleach

[petrichormariposa]

Everyone, i would like to introduce to you my half-elf bard tav named Teophanie (pronounced tiffany)

[votive-candle]

'Glasgow's Bacchus 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 🍇'

i feel like there's a lot of art scattered around from my last couple years at art school that i just never really got around to posting here! i was so chuffed with this one - really hoping to make a lot more pieces with Innes and my other Scotland based OCs in reference to renaissance/baroque paintings, but we’ll see :’)

[myownwholewildworld]

chapter 1 | series masterlist | main masterlist

ACTA, NON VERBA — chapter 2 teaser

pairing: conqueror!marcus acacius x ofc!reader. a/n: hiya! c: just dropping by to say i've not forgotten about this series 🙈 since i'm feeling guilty, i've decided to leave here a little teaser of chapter 2 before i drop the full chapter this coming saturday! also, thank you all SO SO MUCH for the welcome the first chapter received, i'm beyond grateful that so many of you liked the concept of this story 🥺 take care lovelies! taglist at the end 💖

“What are you doing?”, a deep, masculine voice startled you, making you jump on the spot.

A set of warm, firm arms wrapped around you as you stumbled with your feet. They enveloped you so steadfastly, your body involuntarily relaxed against the person behind you. Leaning back, your back met the cold touch of metal.

Swallowing a profanity that would bring a repenting clergyman down to his knees, you turned around, in the arms that held you tight, to face the embodiment of hate. Your hate.

Marcus Acacius was standing, all righteous and proud, intimately close to you. He was wearing an impeccable white armour with golden details. Two flaxen griffins adorned the center of the plackart, their claws wrapping around a floral design. Linen straps, snug around his hips, fell from his waist, covering the fauld and the tasset underneath.

Marcus’ body was a fountain of warmth, even with all the layers enfolding his frame. His arms, although tense around you, did not feel suffocating — in fact, they were almost coddling you into a state of ataraxia as your brain quietened. His hug exuded a sense of security you had not felt for years — as if nothing nor no one could ever harm you as long as you stayed in Marcus’ embrace.

You traced the topography of his plackart with your fingers, your palms resting against the alloy, as your eyes peeked up —he was considerably taller than you— and were met with the fervour of two brown irises. Their gravity pulled you in for an eternal second. With your face near his, you picked up on the tired bearing on his face, the wrinkles around his eyes, the hard press of his lips. A kempt but patchy beard coated his jawline, and salt and peppered hair curled at the nape of his thick, muscular neck — a stray silver lock caressing his forehead, asking to be tucked away.

Your fingertips suddenly itched with longing, your eyes slightly widened and your mouth partially parted. And then you came back to reality with the full force of your conscience yapping at you. What the hell? You had to control the contortion of your face so your disappointment would not be evident. It’s because I want to slap him so bad, was your afterthought.

Something changed in his expression — Marcus suddenly let you go, leaving you cold again. As if it was a rehearsed move, you both took a step back, breaking the electric contact that snapped between your bodies.

You now realised his clean image was a shocking contrast to how you first met him. Covered in mud, blood and sweat, his untamed expression as he dispatched your father still haunted you at night. And that was how you had to remember him. Sinking his gladius in your father’s belly. And nothing else.

@orcasoul @immyowndefender @sjc7542

@fairiebabey @thepalaceofmelanie @harriedandharassed

@whoaitspascal87 @verybigvag @jessthebaker @ivoryandflame

[sp-art-gallery]

Don't get so fidgety!

[the-mourning-moon-sheds-no-tears]

Mother has requested that I attempt to make friends. So.

Hello.

I guess.

[ask-squidbeaks-agents]

// It was a very slow work day so Four doodle- Four started staying over at Kay's flat (sleeping on his couch) because Three started crashing at her and Eight's after he fell out with Gen

[snippit-crickit]

,,,,,,,,,,thinking about scotties recently