#Viridia

[talesofurroa]

Viridia and Chad

Viridia is a model that’s rather air-headed but loyal and trusting to a fault. …Perhaps that’s how she ended up with an arrogant human working in construction. Chad is stubborn and close minded, boastful and proud, and perhaps a bit sexist. He does genuinely care, he just…has a weird way of showing it most of the time.

[kingmiyo]

Mini Commission for @cosmicavelyn of her Nano OC!

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[bionigrls]

Here's the character result to that series of polls i did last month, meet Viridia!

Though literally destined to be a hero from the moment she was created, Viridia chose to forger her own path and became a simple farmer. However, it turns out destiny is a lot more persistent than she expected, and she might have to face her original purpose eventually down the line.

Element: Plant

Mask: Speed

Weapon: power sickle

[starling-illu]

About time for my annual "I remembered I have ocs I can draw" drawing 🙂

[versaillion]

Commission for @arskaparsart of her oc Viridia!!

[plum8um82]

This character is one of my OCs. Her name is Viridia and she's the goddess of nature. She is also married and her wife is the goddess of magic

[prurienthellhound]

🐹 From both Hayden and Vee LOL

To Hayden:

"Good. Keep thinking that."

To Vee:

"You cheeky brat. You're lucky you're cute."

[papermint-airplane]

I was tagged by *inhales* @faeriefrolic, @nocturnalazure, @treason-and-plot, @drawing-way-outside-the-lines, and @anamoon63. I love you guys! Thank you for remembering me while I was taking an unexpected hiatus! 😭💖

I don't remember if I've done this one or not for any of my main three RT characters and I'm not going to go back to look right now because I'm lAaAaAzY today so I'm going to do this one for a slightly older character. Viridia. No reason. I just think people need to keep Viridia in mind. For no. reason.

OC Deep Dive Questionnaire Tag

A set of 20 questions to get to know your OC!

What uncommon/common fear do they have? Viridia is the daughter of a witch and a witch's thrall, so not a whole lot scares her. She's seen her share of spooky things growing up. That being said, she suffers from ephebiphobia, the fear of teenagers. It's not like she'll run screaming from them, or anything. She just doesn't trust them. Not one little bit.

Do they have any pet peeves? Oh a lot. Stuck up people, overly cheerful people, rules, being asked if she's an alien (she's half toad), not getting her way, libraries, and restaurants with a dress code.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? Handcuffs, those little nose strips that stop you from snoring, and a grimoire. Viridia doesn't have any magic herself, she just likes reading spells to lull her to sleep at night.

What do they notice first in a person? Their reaction to her. Viridia is aware that she's...a lot and that her personality can be a little polarizing. So if people are flinching away from her or giving her a wide berth, those are the people she's the most interested in. What? I said she was aware, not that she was introspective.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? 4. She seems like a badass, but she's a total marshmallow.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? Fight mode. Which makes the previous fact all the more hilarious. She's the walking personification of "can dish it out but can't take it".

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person? Viridia is the only child of a witch and said witch's toadified thrall.

What animal represents them best? I Googled "loudest land animal on Earth" and got "The loudest land animal is the bulldog bat, whose sound registers at 140 dB." So that one.

What is a smell that they dislike? Men's cheap cologne. I don't think I have to explain that one.

Have they broken any bones? Like, in her own body or in someone else's? Be more specific.

How would a stranger likely describe them? Loud. Hot. But loud.

Are they a night owl or a morning bird? Viridia is more of an "I'm awake when I'm awake and you just have to deal with that" bird.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? Viridia hates black licorice, which is the only correct opinion to have about black licorice. Her favorite flavor is black currant.

Do they have any hobbies? Viridia likes bar games. When she was in college, she hung out at bars a lot because she got a student discount and she discovered a talent for various bar games. Darts, pool, beer pong, poker. Anything she can hustle you at, basically. And she will. Don't put money on any game Viridia suggests.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? Loudly.

Do they like to wear jewelry? Viridia's not the biggest jewelry girl in the world. She likes to make a statement with her clothing, but she doesn't accessorize too often.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting? Viridia has Viridia handwriting. She tends to bear down on the pen, making bold lines that really make an impression...on the next six or seven pages underneath the one she's currently writing on. It's neat enough to be legible, I suppose, but that's not really what you're focusing on when you read it. Pens don't last long around her.

What are two emotions they feel the most? Lust and annoyance. Do with that as you will.

Do they have a favorite fabric? Lycra.

What kind of accent do they have? See this one is tricky because I don't ever really think about my characters having accents. I guess you could argue they have my brain's accent when I read what I wrote for them back. I don't know. I tend to focus less on their accent and more on their affect, like Aiden stammers a lot and Viridia screams at the top of her lungs all the time...that sort of thing. I guess what I'm saying is you can headcanon my characters to have any accent you want and you're technically correct.

I'm going to tag...uh...let's see...probably everyone has done this by now...

@happy-lemon, @bool-prop, @pralinesims, and Idk who else. I've been slacking on my Simblring so I haven't caught up on my dash in a while. I don't know who has done what. I'm so sorry. 😭😭

[frutavel]

I was talking with my partner about my dracthyr and story ideas I had just now and we went down a rabbit hole of questions about the dracthyr as a people that Blizzard won't ever answer so now I turn to the internet

Do you think the dracthyr know what sex is

[staticstray]

made a little scry of Viridia back when she was an Auraboa!

Viridia is an ancient dragon from the third age who fought with Fedya against the destruction caused by their deities. I got her a few years back when I was predicting the Nature ancient to look more like Gladekeeper, so that’s why I chose an Obelisk. It didn’t work out as well as it did with Fedya when Aberrations came out, but the Auraboas are still so pretty and cool!

[pax-viridia]

I - Beyond the Sea and the Sky

A young boy living in a dreary harbor town goes about a monotonous routine of work, errands, and rest. He dreams of breaking this daily cycle.

The wooden door groaned as it struggled on rusted hinges, letting a sliver of light into the dim room. Retreating from the rough weather outside, a young boy entered the shack, gently closing the door behind him before the cold breeze could follow. The boy, feet aching and sore from his long day of dock work, let out a tired sigh, as he looked out at his cramped dwelling. He had very little of value to his name, so it was sparsely furnished. To the left of the room sat a small bed beneath a dirty window, two patchwork blankets neatly spread out over an old sleeping pad. On either side of the bed were shelves built into the walls, each overflowing with stacks of books and souvenirs collected during his time at the docks. Opposite the bed stood a short, wobbly footstool along with a discarded wooden crate, acting as a makeshift chair and table where the boy would eat his meals and spend his spare time. It was a small, humble room, the owners of the house it was connected to had agreed to let him live there in exchange for yard work and other favors. Overall, the boy made do in the small harbor town he called home.

The boy lifted the thin leather straps from his shoulders, pulling the canvas bag off of his back and leaning it against the side of the crate. He tugged at the sleeves of his damp work coat, pulling his arms out to dry off. While the coat was a few sizes too big, heavily stained, and severely overdue for a replacement, the boy made it work. He hung the collar of the coat on a nail jutting out from the wall, being careful not to snag it on one of its many holes. As the sky began to darken outside, the boy hurried and lit the single lantern hanging from the rafters. The tiny flame sparked to life, bathing the room in a warm, welcoming glow.

The boy sat down on his stool, reached into his canvas bag and pulled out a small wrapped bundle. He unwrapped the warm cloth and produced a small strip of dried meat along with a freshly baked bun. The butcher and baker couple down the street always gave him some of the leftovers that hadn't sold by the end of the day. The boy took a small bite of the meat, savoring its taste as he eyed the bread. Tearing off a piece of the bun, he reached into his bag once more and drew out an old book gifted to him by a traveler at the docks. He carefully opened the worn out cover, its words faded by years of use, and flipped through its many pages. As he made his light supper last, the boy admired the pictures of boats and other types of seafaring vessels used to traverse the endless sea that stretched far off into the horizon.

Time flew by as the boy sat, diligently examining each page as he made his meal of meat and bread last. By the time his supper was finished and the book halfway done, it was already night time. A brief gust of cold ocean wind seeped through the gaps in the wall, sending a shiver down the boy's back as if to remind him that it was time for bed. Using a colorful feather to mark his current page, the boy closed the book and left it on the crate, intending to return to it the next day. He removed his damp clothes, putting them aside in favor of a clean pair of pajamas. After pulling on a pair of snug trousers and an oversized shirt, he grabbed the lantern from its hook on the ceiling. He placed it upon the windowsill above the bed, shining its light upon the contents of the bookshelves.

Piled upon each other were dozens upon dozens of old books. Most were discolored and misshapen due to water damage, while others were frayed at the edges and had pages missing or out of order. A few were even burnt and crumbling, their contents barely even legible. While all of these texts were damaged in a variety of ways, their covers all told of the same things. What lied beyond the ocean? Beyond the small harbor town the boy had lived in for as long as he could remember? The books told of lands he could only dream of. Rather than staring at the same, colorless wooden planks of the docks each day, the boy longed to admire the hilly meadows of white flowers that were detailed in an old botany book. Instead of watching over the cages of wildfowl on their way to the butcher in the morning, the boy wished to gaze upon the massive birds gliding through the sky with their majestic, glistening downs as pictured in a guide of a faraway region. No longer did he want to glare at the same leaky ceiling from within his bed each night, he wanted to experience all of the stars and celestial wonders from a sleeping bag in the middle of a peaceful forest clearing as recounted by an old hermit in a discarded journal.

The boy pulled up his two blankets and crawled into bed, shifting his body into a more comfortable position. As he tossed and turned in preparation for another chilly night, the boy looked up at his shelves once more. Atop the stacked books and taking up what little extra space there was were countless relics and trinkets that he had collected all throughout his life. Lit up by the glow of the flickering lantern were a variety of items, such as a polished violet jewel encased in a symmetrical metal frame, its smooth surface shining as it absorbed the light. Right beside the shining jewel was an old dagger, and while its black marble blade was dull and useless, it was coated in a plethora of intricate designs and gilded symbols from a long forgotten civilization. Hanging from the topmost shelf was a necklace made up of beautiful seashells and intricately carved wooden shapes, all of which came from lands far from the harbor. Opposite the necklace hung another foreign wonder, an ornate decoration of unknown purpose made up of dozens of refractive cerulean crystals, all arranged mathematically around a stone full of engravings in an unknowable language. Each and every one of these treasures hailed from beyond the sea, beyond the harbor town that the boy knew far too well.

As the racing thoughts in his head began to slow down, the boy turned the knob on his lantern, dimming the small flame until it was completely put out. He lied his head down on his pillow, pulling the blankets up and over his shoulders. In the midst of the darkness of the night, without the flickering flame of the lantern, the room was gradually filled with a pale blue glow. The clouds had parted and, with the full moon unobscured, the star filled expanse of the infinite black sky revealed itself.

The boy stared out of his bedside window, stared beyond the docks at the edge of the harbor and to the star filled skies that lied just above the still waters of the sea. Twinkling stars of different shades dispersed themselves throughout the black abyss, some shining brighter than others. Many of these stars lined up with each other to form constellations, their stories detailed in one of the boy's astrology books. Alongside the stars, only visible during the clearest of nights such as this one, were swirling spirals of color. These nebulae were spread out across the night sky, some were a light cyan like the sea on a bright and sunny day, while others were a rich lavender like the flowers that grew in patches all across the harbor.

All of these twinkling lights and vibrant clouds seemed to drift about in the endless stretch of space. While most of them were stars shining in bright whites, deep blues, and brilliant pinks, others were entirely different planets. They looked like mere dots in the sky from where the boy lied, but he knew that these worlds were ripe with unimaginable landscapes just waiting to be explored. Despite his mind being filled with wonder and a desire for adventure, his eyes began to close as he fought against the clutches of sleep. The boy had been on this monotonous routine of dock work, food, and rest for as long as he could remember, but he knew that, out there, there was a whole world to explore. Even beyond this world, up in the starry night sky, there was even more. Just like the lands beyond the sea, this never ending black expanse filled him with a sense of longing.

After fighting it off for so long, his eyes closed as he drifted off to sleep, his mind filled with images of the lands that waited beyond the harbor. He dreamed of a vast canyon with lively plants and flowerbeds covering its sides as it emptied into a serene lake, the water reflecting a setting sun. There were visions of towering, yet peaceful creatures, whose shining white hides contrasted against the greenery of an ancient ruin filled forest. In another dream, there were otherworldly islands suspended in the air, floating motionless as clouds lapped at their sides like waves on the shore. He imagined massive, unending caverns adorned with luminescent crystals and minerals, a silent river flowing through its depths. There also lied a calm and breezy meadow sitting in a strange, almost alien world, with brilliant spheres of light dotting the skyline. Finally, there was a colorless gray coast, with a blank ocean stretching forever into the distance as onyx monoliths stood suspended in the air.

The boy slumbered under the covers of his unkempt bed, squeezing a pillow close to himself as his imagination slowed to a halt. As he rested in his cramped, humble home sitting in the dreary harbor town, he saw what was beyond the sea. He saw the unexplored world that stood just beyond the horizon, filled with mysteries to solve and discoveries to be made. As the boy slept, surrounded by books and trinkets that told tales of the lands beyond him, he dreamed and wished to, one day, see it all for himself.

[bionigrls]

might as well also get this out of the way since you'd all expect it anyway.

[starling-illu]

I'm thinking about changing the name I go by as an artist and was wondering what you guys think. viridializard was something I came up with when I was about 14 and it doesn't really have anything to do with the art I make now, I'd like to either go by my name or make a new artist name, maybe something in Irish but still simple so obviously it's easy for people who don't know any Irish to understand/remember

Should I just stick with viridializard?

[red-dyed-sarumane]

u look out ur window and notice?! fushia and feisha are moving in next door!!! the cats are now ur neighbors... how do u react and how well do u think that goes

the real answer is boring bc i never go outside & rarely ever interact with people without a direct need to so itd be more like a distant appreciation in all actuality.

in an ideal world i would be over at their house so much i practically live there. those 2 are so playful & peculiar i would have a hard time following their bits to play along but that said they are very fun individuals they can very easily change the mood in the room to a better one. they're both on the same page that anyone who deals with their pranks in good spirits is a friend so i dont think thered be any real reason we dont get along. that said we handle things vastly differently & have different views on a lot of things we wouldnt mesh perfectly either. despite seeing each other a lot i dont think we'd be super close

[blackthornwren]

If you started writing a book back in 1991 and it took you nearly seven years just to get it published then there shouldn't be a typo on the introduction page, right?

Because you should've proofread it, right??

Right???

[frccdxm]

@calamitousstarters

Viridia loved going to the nepenthe, if only for how convenient it was with the underground tunnels for the demons to use. By now she had already been there a while and gotten a human to exhibit a delicious about of envy, so she was in a great mood. She walked over to the seats closest to the stage and sat down in a chair next to someone, not really caring if it was reserved for anyone. "You know, I thought I'd get tired of the whole cabaret thing after a while, but damn it's still fun to watch," she laughed, then leaned towards the person next to her. "So, anyone in here caught your eye tonight?"