#combine advisor oc

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I hate animating but I love my OCs

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blackheart

A/N: OC is Visenya, daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon, second eldest child after Jace and before Luc. She rides Vermithor, the Bronze Fury. This is about SHOW Benjicot Blackwood NOT book!! The three seconds we’ve seen of him at least lol <3 Valyrian is translated at the bottom

part two - part three - part four

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When Vermithor landed, a slew of muck and water sprayed into the humid Riverlands air. Visenya the Second wrinkled her nose and brushed some of the mud specks off her riding leathers. 

She reassured her dragon, “Sȳz, jikagon arghugon,” and slid promptly off onto his shoulder, before deftly sticking the ten foot drop to the ground. The marshes were full of tents, troops mustered from across the realm to gather here in this central region, where the flags waved black. She had made sure to land a little ways away, wouldn’t want to crush any of our own now would we, she thought with a slight smirk. 

She was the daughter of the Rogue Prince, and carried herself as such. There was a latent danger in the way her lithe form prowled forward, a ferocity to the confident tilt of her shoulders. Despite her stature as a young woman, and a slight one at that, she cut an imposing figure. 

The bannerman watched her approach, most tilting their head in recognition at least, some falling into deep bows. She stalked through the lines of troops, searching for the central war council. 

Visenya had flown to the Riverlands a fortnight hence, to guard their troops from a possible attack by Vhagar, to see her mother’s will done in the strategizing, and for a third purpose that was known only to her and her mother. At the center of a camp, a large table had been brought forth, encrusted with maps of the region and the current positions of hosts. Gathered around the table were a group of knights and lords sworn to Rhaenyra: Lords Darklyn, Staunton, Massey, and a group of young lords that had come to be known as the Lads: Lord Kermit Tully, Ser Oscar Tully, and Lord Benjicot Blackwood. 

Benjicot Blackwood had come into his lordship quite recently, with the death of his father mere months ago at the beginning of the war. Despite this, he had already made a formidable reputation for himself as ruthless, bloodthirsty, and a force to be reckoned with. He was not necessarily physically imposing, favoring a lean build, but he had a certain gleam in his eye. Almost rabid, Visenya had thought to herself with a small laugh. 

She looked at each of the gathered as she reached the table, daring any of these older men to show anything other than submission. Each of the lords bowed, averting their eyes. Bar one. Lord Blackwood always held her gaze as he bowed, eyes gleaming and a crooked smile playing at his lips.

She raised a brow, unimpressed. 

It only seemed to make his smile curl even wider. 

“The Western front has shifted closer, your Highness,” Lord Massey informed her. Visenya finally tore her eyes away from the Blackwood to observe the map. Indeed, the Green host mustered at Lannisport had crept closer in the night. It now dared to encroach on the edges of Tully land. 

“The numbers mustered are not insignificant,” Lord Darklyn added. 

“They are when compared to the whole force of the Reach that soon converges upon us from the South,” Lord Staunton argued. The combined Tyrell, Hightower, and Florent host was decidedly large. 

“A problem only made worse if the Lannisters are allowed to join them,” Darklyn shot back. It was clear this argument had been happening for some time at this point. 

As she considered the map and heeded the advisors, Visenya felt a certain piercing dark gaze boring holes into her. She did not indulge him further with another look, but she could feel the unending weight of his stare as it did not abate. 

“We march on the Lannisters,” Visenya declared, voice carrying high and clear. The council ceased their squabbling. 

A short silence descended, as the Lords who disagreed weighed whether they would be endangering themselves if they expressed their opinion. 

“We will cut them off at Lydden, before they can turn southwards,” she continued, gesturing to the spot on the map. “Darklyn is right, they cannot be allowed to join the Reach. Lannister forces will have supplies from Lannisport, so they will not have been affected by the blockade. Time is our greatest ally at the moment. We have the whole of the North marching to us,” Visenya spoke plainly and matter-of-factly, but at this point she smiled slightly and tossed her silver braid over one shoulder. 

“Furthermore, the Green houses are well… green. The longer they wait, they longer they have to ponder tales of fearsome Northmen who need neither food nor sleep, to whisper legends of Rhaenyra the Cruel and her fleet of dragonriders,” she paused to shoot Blackwood the barest hint of a grin, “to hear word of Bloody Ben and the carnage they march towards.” 

The Lads laughed and jostled Ben’s shoulders. 

“I hear he slew fifty men in a single evening over his cup of tea!” Ser Oscar teased, voice mockingly high. Blackwood ducked his head and laughed, rustling the other two men back. 

“The flower knights will quiver and shake their way back to Highall,” Visenya finished, looking to the council members for dissent. 

“What of Vhagar, your highness?” Lord Staunton asked, “The kinslayer will surely come calling.”

Visenya tilted her head. 

“That is why I am here,” she answered. 

With that, and a few more details of the march agreed upon, the council was adjourned. As he began to walk towards his troops however, Visenya called out to him,

“Oh and Blackwood?”

Ben turned back to face her, taking the address as an invitation to step closer. Closer than any other dared step. She had to tilt her head back slightly to look him in the eye. 

“Be sure to give them something to talk about,” she commanded. Her voice did not falter even as she felt her heart begin to hammer in her chest. 

With a lopsided grin and another bow, “I swear it, my lady.”

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The battle at Lydden was a roaring success. Vermithor made sure to roar it across the skies. Together, Visenya and her dragon burned whole battalions and paved the way for the Black troops to carve through the Lannister forces. It was not without its casualties to the numbers, but still a resounding victory for the Queen. 

In the aftermath, they had landed in a small forest slightly away from the troops, who she could hear were already carousing. Visenya used the flat of one of her blades to scrape dried blood from Vermithor’s scales. 

“Messy business, isn't it,” a voice rang out from behind her, with his signature teasing lilt. Ben stood at the other edge of the clearing, grinning, also covered in blood and mud. She turned, raising an eyebrow at his antics. 

“What I thought was courage I see now might be stupidity,” she responded with a teasing tone of her own, “to approach a dragon on your lonesome.” 

He approached further, despite her warning, and like a moth to a flame she was drawn closer. 

“Ah but I am not alone, am I?” He said, almost breathless still from the battle they had just fought. They drew near together in the center of the clearing. “And my princess is a great dragon rider who would not allow harm to befall me,” he intoned in a low voice. 

“Ha! I have left court only to find flatterers in the fields,” she replied. Perhaps the bloodlust had gone to her head but Visenya ignored any thoughts of impropriety, choosing to match his grin with one of her own. “

“What is it you want, Lord Blackwood?”

Surprisingly, his expression shifted. The giddiness receded, and what rose upon his features then was a simmering focus. It was not unlike the expression he wore in the midst of battle. After a heartbeat of tension, Benjicot Blackwood stepped even closer. Gazing down at her with that signature glint of crazed gleam in his eyes, he confessed, 

“Since meeting you, your highness… my desires have become uniquely singular.”

Even with her years of courtly training, Visenya could not hide her shock. Or her blush. 

“Let none say you are not bold,” she whispered, stupefied. He chuckled slightly and noted,

“So you think me both bold and courageous.”

“Did I say that,” she teased breathlessly, still gathering her bearings.

“You did,” he replied simply, eyes dark and hooded. 

He was enjoying watching her on the back foot for once, she could tell. She felt a flicker of temper rise and latched onto it. Visenya leveled her haughtiest at look at him and remarked, 

“Our surroundings are hardly appropriate for a marriage proposition, do you not think Lord Blackwood?”

Her indignance only seemed to amuse him further. 

“On the contrary, my lady, they are perfect. Together, we have won a great victory and live to see another day. In war, this is the best one could hope for.” 

She considered his words, considered the whole of Benjicot Blackwood and his proposition. 

Certainly an unconventional choice, she thought. I think mother would like it. 

She considered her third purpose for venturing out across the realm: to seek a husband.

And she kissed him.

Benjicot Blackwood kissed like he was drowning man and she was air itself. He kissed like she might change her mind at any moment and he would make every second count. He was all teeth and tongue and grasping pulling hands at her waist, her arms, her face. 

“Do not get blood in my hair,” she broke away to command, voice breathy but firm.

His laugh echoed into the night. 

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A/N: Truly insane that I wrote this and he's not even in the show yet lmaoo

Sȳz, jikagon arghugon - good, go hunt

i will post this on ao3 too, and i might add more if i feel so inclined!!

[internet-rat]

"Let them look"

Part 1 of: Aemond Targaryen x Hightower OC (This fic takes place before the king dies, but both characters are 18)

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Leilana Hightower had not been in Kings Landing since she was a child. Still, she did not come unprepared. She had exchanged letters with her favorite cousin for years. Aemond had spared her no details of the happenings in the court in his letters. His penmanship was beautiful for someone who would rather wield a sword than a pen. He was always eager to know her thoughts on different matters. It made her feel like he saw her as an equal in many ways. Her aunt, the queen, had invited her to stay at court when she was 18. Leilana entered the great hall where a gathering of courtiers, advisors, servants and royals were gathered. Wine was served and someone played a lovely tune on a lute. Somehow the tune felt foreboding to Leilana. She had chosen to wear a modest but elegant green silk gown. Her dark brown hair hung in elegant ringlets which flowed down her shoulders. She behaved demurely but with poise, like she had been taught. She was nervous though. It was her first time around so many people. She decided to observe quietly from a shadowy area of the room.

Aemond Targaryen's lilac eye, the one not adorned by the sapphire or shielded by a patch, scanned the Great Hall. The shimmering light of the wall sconces cast flickering shadows over the revelers, and a melody of clinking goblets and idle chatter filled the air. His silver hair fell in a long, sleek curtain over his shoulders, a stark contrast to the dark, regal attire that hugged his muscular frame. The atmosphere was thick with tension and merriment, an odd combination that only a Targaryen celebration could muster.

His gaze was like a hawk’s, predatory and unyielding, surveying the flock of nobles until it alighted upon the shadowy nook where Leilana Hightower stood. Despite his wild disposition, the sight of her catalyzed a certain restraint, a reeling in of his impulsive nature. As he approached her, the subtle clink of his armor and spurs announced his presence before his deep voice broke the silence, making her heart flutter. It was him.

"Leilana Hightower," Aemond addressed her with a half grin, one that bespoke irony - the son of Alicent and niece of his mother crossing paths amidst the throes of potential strife. "It is unlike a flower of Oldtown to wilt in the shadows. Or perhaps, you found the luminary gathering too blinding?"

He stepped closer, his good eye reflecting the subtle hues of the dim surroundings, taking on a soft, almost hypnotic glow. While his stance and tone exuded confidence, there was also a hint of conspiratorial kinship in his demeanor. It was almost as though he was unable to hide his inner joy of seeing her here, after all these years. She had grown more beautiful to him than ever. He had to make sure he did not stare at her in a disrespectful manner.

"Tell me, cousin, what thoughts occupy your mind on such a celebration?" Aemond continued, his voice low, yet laced with an unexpected gentleness. "Or is it that you, like me, find pretense tiresome?"

Aemond reached out with one gauntleted hand, slowly, to allow her to adjust to the notion of his touch, and offered a goblet of Arbor gold, the rich golden color of the wine a stark contrast to the darkness that surrounded them. His gesture was simple yet loaded, a symbol of the respect he held for her.

They could speak plainly with one another, at least in their letters. She decided now would be no different. She took the wine goblet gently, letting her fingers graze his just a little. She replied in her thoughtful voice, deciding to voice her thoughts to him.

"I think a war is coming."

Aemond's eye narrowed ever so slightly at her touch, an unexpected flutter of something undefined stirring within his chest. War. The word hung in the air between them, weighty and potent. His fingers lingered just a breath longer than necessary before retracting, the cool metal of his gauntlet a sharp contrast to the warmth of her skin.

"Aye, Leilana," Aemond's voice was a whisper, rich with the undertones of impending conflict. "The drums of war beat in the hearts of men and women alike within these walls. Can you hear their rhythm? It is a melody that speaks to my blood, to the dragon within."

He took a measured step forward, closing the gap between them. His very presence was like a looming storm cloud, dark and charged with energy. His eye locked on hers, seeking, probing for the depth of her understanding.

"But war," he paused, leaning in closer, so close that his words were for her alone amidst the din of the feast. "War is not just a clash of swords and shields, my cunning cousin. It is a dance of shadows and whispers, of secrets and allegiances."

His words curled into the shadowed corner where they stood, a secret shared in the open yet hidden from all but her. Aemond was known for his prowess in battle, his ambition, his unquenchable thirst for glory—but in this moment, he was also unmistakably a Targaryen, with all the political acumen that bloodline entailed.

"And what role will the rose of House Hightower play in this dance, I wonder?" he mused aloud, his tone almost teasing now, but his gaze remained sharp, hungry for any glimpse into her own schemes and intentions. "Will you bloom in the light of the flames, or will your petals fall underfoot in the chaos to come?"

His words were a challenge and an invitation, an enticement to join him in this game of thrones, where every move was perilous, and every player risqued destruction—or unimaginable power. Aemond's hunger for such power was insatiable, and he sensed a kindred spirit in Leilana—one who might rise to the occasion and claim her place amidst the strife, a queen of the battlefield in her own right.

Leilana had already joined the game a long time ago, when she decided she would aid him. Her wits could calm the impulsive storm which roared in his dragonheart. She placed her hand gently on his arm and smiled her small smile. Her voice was low and soothing.

"You know I will always support you in any way I am able to..."

Aemond's posture shifted ever so slightly, the tension in his muscles easing at her touch, though the radar of his attention never waned. The contact made him feel safe in a way he had not expected. Her letters had been of comfort, but her presence was even more potent in so many ways.

"Your support," Aemond began, his voice a deep timbre of velvet and steel, "is not something I take lightly, cousin." He paused, his gaze holding hers with an intensity that was both piercing and strangely vulnerable. "It is a treasured blade in my arsenal, especially when wielded by someone as... capable as you."

His words were a testament to the respect he held for her intellect and poise, qualities he found most valuable in the great game they were all unwillingly part of. The Targaryen prince was a man who seldom offered praise, but when he did, it was earned and genuine.

He lifted his free hand, the metallic sheen of armor catching the light as he traced a finger down the delicate fabric of her sleeve, not quite touching her skin, but close enough for her to feel the heat of him. It was a rare gesture, uncharacteristic of Aemond, who was often guarded and withdrawn—a man known more for his ruthless ambition than tender moments.

"In truth, Leilana," he said, leaning in so that his breath fanned lightly across her cheek, "your loyalty could be the beacon that guides me through the impending storm."

His words were almost a whisper, a secret confession of dependency in a world where such admissions were dangerous. It was clear that her presence, her alliance, had become something of an anchor for the volatile prince. For someone who rarely allowed others into his orbit, who found solace in the thrill of battle and the unyielding back of his dragon, Vhagar, Aemond's openness with Leilana was a stark deviation from his norm.

"But should that storm break," he continued, his eyes narrowing with undeniable determination, "I will need more than just your support—I will need you- ah, your cunning, your insights... your power."

The air between them was charged, and Aemond stood steadfast, a tower of strength and ambition, extending an invitation to not just stand beside him, but to join him in the very eye of the hurricane that was to come. It was an offer of partnership, a recognition of her potential to be as much a player in this deadly game as any man, as any Targaryen. And in the heart of Aemond, there stirred a fierce desire to see just how brightly the Hightower rose could shine amidst the fire and blood that was their birthright.

They had always gotten along well, ever since they were children. She would never keep secrets from him, and would keep him informed on any intel she had about the Hightowers and their dealings. They had the same grandfather, but he did not entirely trust Aemond. But she did, and she always appreciated how he saw her as an equal in a sense. He did not treat her like just a woman, but as someone who could hold her own in this world. Secretly she had romantic feelings for him as well, which made her loyalty to him even stronger. She replied gently.

"You shall have all of it."

Aemond felt the weight of her words anchoring him to the moment, as though binding him to an oath. Her loyalty was a prize more valuable than any jewel, more potent than the strongest of wines. He had long recognized they were of the same essence, two halves of an ancient Valyrian coin, equal in measure and equally as rare.

"Then I am richer than the Lannisters and more fortified than the Night's Watch," Aemond declared, the hints of a rare, genuinely pleased smile playing at the corners of his mouth. His voice resonated with a sense of triumph, not just for the allegiance she promised, but for the human connection so seldom embraced by him.

His good eye fixed upon her with an intensity that betrayed his tumultuous inner storm—a storm she seemed to quell with her mere presence.

"And should the day come when I take what is rightfully mine," he said, his tone fraught with the promise of power and retribution, "your place shall be at my side, not as a mere shadow or whisperer of secrets, but as a force recognized and revered."

Aemond was not given to such assurances, and fewer still would he make in the presence of another soul. But with Leilana, there was a bond, an understanding that went beyond the machinations of court intrigue or the lust for dominance. In her, he found a kindred spirit.

"Come," Aemond commanded softly, the word less an order and more an invitation. He extended his arm, offering it to her with a deference that could be construed as protective, or perhaps possessive—a gesture that belonged to a world outside the political chessboard where they both played their pieces. His eyes held a question in them, and they seemed softer. A softness only reserved for her.

"Let us step away from the shadows and into the light," he continued, urging her to join him in the view of all assembled. "Let them see the unity that will shape the future of the Seven Kingdoms. Let them see the power that lies not in dragons or swords, but in the alliance of two minds that together are unbreakable."

His gaze never left hers as he waited for her response, the offer hanging between them like a covenant—a pact that could elevate or destroy, a gamble that Aemond was willing to take. For in Leilana, he saw not just a cousin or a confidant, but perhaps, the very reflection of his own ambition and the indispensable ally in the war that lay ahead.

Despite her poise she could not quite suppress the blush that painted her pale cheeks once he said her place should be at his side. She was not sure if he meant it the way she hoped. At least the words leaving his lips could make her dream. Maybe he saw her as more than a friend and ally. She smiled her soft smile and gently interlocked her arm with his.

Aemond felt the subtle warmth against his skin beneath the cool steel of his armor as Leilana's arm slipped into his—an affirmation of their unspoken pact. Her blush did not go unnoticed, a rare bloom of color upon her otherwise pale visage, and though he made no direct acknowledgment of it, there was a glimmer of satisfaction in his eye. Aemond Targaryen was not often moved, but the sight stirred something within him, a smoldering ember he seldom allowed to flare.

He inhaled the delicate scent of lavender that wafted from her, a soothing counterpoint to the iron and smoke that often clung to him like a second skin. Together, they stepped forward into the throng, their entwined arms a silent declaration of unity and intent. Whispers followed in their wake, the nobility keenly observing this display that could very well shape the political landscape in the days to come. Aemond was acutely aware of the eyes upon them, the speculations and predictions that would be born of this moment.

"Let them look," he murmured to Leilana with a hint of defiance, though his words were for her ears alone amidst the din of the feasting hall. "Let them get used to the sight of us, together."

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

This was a long ass time ago so sorry if I'm misremembering. I think you described Raven and Leona's relationship like Zazu Scar and maybe it's the winter season getting to me but I saw it more like Belle Beast. That one scene in the snow where she shows him how to feed the birds and then they get into a snowball fight specifically. I think you also said you imagined Raven going to Briar Valley for her internship but if she's connected with Ojitan maybe she can be *his* scribe / advisor 😎

I think their dynamic could be summed up as both Zazu-Scar and Belle-Beast! I've certainly made the comparison between Belle and Beast + Raven and Leona before too; I'd actually describe it more like starting off as Zazu-Scar (more antagonistic) and then over time softened out into more of a Belle-Beast dynamic the more they interact ^^ Twst is no stranger to combining elements of multiple Disney characters or lore into one, so I'd like that same spirit to be present in my OC and her relationships with members of the canon cast.

DLBHADFBYAEO8FQEdguqwuqwrtr2680.mhk80 THE SOMETHING THERE SCENE??? 😭 That's so funny to think about... In my head, I picture Miss Raven is like the nice neighborhood girl that greets the birds and sometimes feeds them, so the local wildlife is pretty fond of her. DFHIABSLAFADSIPAS BUT WITH LEONA THEY'D ALL SCATTER CUZ HE'S SO GRUMPY AND HATES IT WHEN THEY BIRDS CHIRPING WAKES HIM UP. She shakes her head at him and makes that birdseed trail leading up into his cupped palms, then gently coaxes a blue jay to step up. "It's alright, he's not going to hurt you. True, he's no Prince Charming... and he can be mean and coarse and unrefined--but give him a chance, and you might find something there that wasn't there before." Miss Raven said it all in Bird, so Leona doesn't understand what in the hell she did to convince the blue jay to trust him. "Oh, it's a secret," she says, waving it off. "Look, here come some more birds. Shall we have you introduce yourselves to them as well?"

As for the internship, I did initially propose the idea of Miss Raven scribing/advising in Briar Valley, but more for purposes of paralleling Disney (since Maleficent has Diablo for a minion). She's not particularly close to Malleus or anything. sabduoayvvefa I think it'd be sort of petty for Leona to get whiny about it since Malleus is involved. "Why would you willingly choose to work for that lizard when you could get an easy in at the Sunset Savanna palace?" He has beef with his fellow prince and is jealous even after graduation/j It's fine, a fourth-year student has up to three internships (which can all be done at the same location or at different ones). Miss Raven could easily intern for three months in Briar Valley and then do another three months in Sunset Savanna!

[gordon-freeman-phd]

My Half-Life OC's (will be updated occasionally)

Brock Fuentes: A headstrong but cowardly guard working at black mesa with a mean streak to compensate

Richard Montague: A mycologist working at black mesa who dorms with Gordon. he is anxious, reserved, and very lonely

Jill Pobst: A guard working at black mesa, she is overly stern and aggressive to better fit in with the largely male guard population

Isiah Poole: A janitor working at black mesa, he minds his business (somethign that saves his life when it comes to the borrowers living at black mesa) and is generally a chill guy with a fondness for pet rats

Knipex: a borrower living at black mesa, theyre an engineer and eventually become friends with Isiah after being helped by him

Timmy: A young boy born during the 7 hour war, hes adventurous but is learning caution as he grows up under the combine and has a pet cat named Bagels

Bagels: Seemingly a regular cat, bagels is suspisciously intelligent with reddish eyes that seem to glow under certain contexts and seems rather fond of fucking over the combine at any given opportunity

Angus: A scientist on a xen exploration team, he becomes very lonely after getting stranded in xen after the rescas and becomes reliant on the zombified corpse of his lover Ed

Ed: A zombified scientist who is taken care of by Angus, over time he becomes a gonome

Lazăr: A combine worker/construction strider handler, during the rebellion he takes his assigned strider and skedaddles 🏃‍♂️

Galvanizer: A rollermine that got shocked just enough to scramble its programming so that it doesnt target much of anyone, eventually becomes somewhat of a pet to a rebel aligned walhammer oc named 1020 of one of my friends, its name is it (made up) combine technical term which 1020 calls it

Fred Otten: a long suffering guard who just before the resonance cascade lost his temper with a plaintive scientist and shot him dead, as the resonancr cascade begins, he pairs up with the now murdered scientists timid friend (an oc of one of my friends) to escape the facility

Robert Briggs: a nurse working at black mesa, just a stand up guy who loves his wife and makes it a habit to befriend lonely folks, richard included

V-8751: an alien grunt who survived black mesa and after many years of wandering by itself now resides on a outlander farm caring for cattle and doing its best to make nice with the outlanders despite the social differences between their two species and its growing guilt and feelings of isolation

Fletcher Lamb: a outlander living on the same farm as V-8751, born in scotland with a background in cow hoofing but now spends most of her time sewing and repairing clothes given his difficulties standing due to a spimal injury during a portal storm following the rescas, but he uses his hoofing skills as an excuse to socialize with V-8751

Cicada: a vortigaunt also living at the same farm as V-8751 who due to a brain injury at the hands of a crowbar weilding maniac during the resonance cascade, often struggles with catatonia as it withdraws into the vortesence

Felix Kessler and Alexis: a pair of metrocops who perform above standard but are perpetually disliked and skipped over for promotions due to their obnoxiously toxic attitudes to others and eachother but refuse to be paired with anyone but eachother because everyone else is worse

Antoine-Valery Veilleux: A resistance allied outlander who travels been outposts with supplies and any communicaes that cant go over radio waves. He has an ever growing collection of chihuahuas who cruises at every settlement and outpost he goes to, taken woman or not

Damned Crows: a sapient crow living at white forest who enjoys fucking with the resident humans, in particular a man named Magnusson

Rafał Lewkowicz: A citizen in city 17. His job is keeping the advisors being held in the citadel healthy. He has a developed an obsession with the advisors after having been shown visions of worlds and knowledge far beyond the comprehension of humans and longs to understand them

The Tor: Once a community leader among other vorts under the nihilanths reign and forced to be a commander during the rescas, he now roams without access to the vortessence with ex-farmers due to a teleportation accident in a portal storm

[aurasoulhikari]

Zexal Month Week 4 Day 21: O is for Originality

@zexalmonth

Ok ladies and gentlemen I'm about to go all lore OC headcanon on what happens when you find out that Don Thousand used to be an Astral being and that flipping Galaxy Eyes Tachyon Dragon was actually a benevolent Number before Don Thousand screwed him up!! Screw you Don Thousand!!! Anyway! Hope you guys buckle up and enjoy!

When the Universe was born the Numeron Dragon had shed its tear preparing for its imminent death. When the sound of another roar emanated for the Numeron Dragon to hear. And to its shock appearing before it was another dragon, but this dragon was cloaked in a beautiful crimson red aura brimming with life. It was then the Numeron Dragon realized that this dragon was the physical embodiment of the sacred Dragon Star. The Crimson Dragon had sensed the Numeron Dragon and wanted to come to its side in its final moments of life. Touched by this he Numeron Dragon asked the Crimson Dragon to spread life to the planet where its tear had fallen and to become a guide of sorts for the denizens there while also helping it hide its own existence.

The Crimson Dragon accepted this task helping the Numeron Dragon gather the power of the Numbers in order to hide its existence and leave a record inscribed tablet to find the key to the Numeron Code bearing witness to the birth of the Dragons of Light and Time. Upon doing so the Crimson Dragon realized that while with the Numbers there was still no guarantee that no one would find the truth of the Numeron Dragon. And so suggested the idea to the Numeron Dragon of creating a deity, a sacred priestess, to protect the secret with the three Dragons of Light and Time. The Numeron Dragon accepted this idea and decided to use the power of a spiritual parallel world combined with the powers of the planet where the Numeron Code resided for it and the Crimson Dragon to create the deity as its final act. They came upon another dimension and with their power they created a goddess of Harmony and Chaos, a giver of life, to which they named Elysia.

Elysia became a consistent existence that watched over the two worlds and became able to see the souls of one planet come to the other being reborn as the other world’s denizens. She would at times help guide these souls when they stray or help them take shape upon reaching the parallel world. And in time she witnessed the parallel world flourish to life by the denizens witnessing the crowning of rulers would create its godhead to help guide the new rulers of the world. But she worried about her own duties. Though she stood with the dragons that hold the secrets to the Numeron Code and its key she worried if she could manage alone. It was then one of the three dragons, the one closest to her, suggested she choose two people of the parallel world to share her burden and assist her.

She accepted this idea except instead wished for the two Dragons of Light and Time to choose their partners instead. The two dragons agreed to this and went to the parallel world where the Dragon of Light chose the King which as the Dragon of Time chose the King’s closest advisor. While stunned and shocked by the turn of events the King and his advisor took this in strides and agreed to work with Elysia. The King became known as the Lord of Legend protector of the legends surrounding the Numeron Dragon while his advisor became the Dragon Tamer protector of the three Dragons. Together they worked alongside the Queen and godhead and helped the world prosper, welcoming other new entities to the world, while at the same time watching the planet where the Numeron Code rested and would then dubbed the two worlds Astral World and Earth.

But as time moved on Elysia began to sense the energies of Astral World weakening much to her worry and realized the timing was of the same time humans with strange power from Earth were reincarnated as Astral beings. It was a power unknown to her that she would dub it the name Chaos. She held a meeting with the King, Queen, Godhead, and advisor of Astral World in regards to the situation. The Godhead had declared that it had to be the Chaos that was weakening their world and should be purged but Elysia disagreed wishing to find another way. The King agreed, seeing that a purge would only endanger the denizens of Astral World. They would agree to hold on making a decision until they could learn more. But over time Elysia and the King began to notice changes in the Advisor and even Elysia noticing Chaos emanating from the Advisor. When she and King confronted the Advisor of this, that was then they realized the Advisor had changed. The Advisor began to speak how the Chaos was a means of true evolution, true power that transcended humanity itself that they could wield. He saw it as a usage of the living as much as the deceased souls, even the Universe itself.

Elysia was against this for life and death must be separated and colliding them would result in discord. Their responsibility was keeping peace, stability, and harmony but what the Advisor was suggesting was utter domination. The Advisor snapped at her claiming she can only say such things because of her own power and abilities. But he and the King were different. Elysia disagreed stating she never desired dominating the Astral beings or humans for that matter like what the Advisor was suggesting yet he remained adamant claiming that they were beyond that, that they were meant to rule. It was then that Elysia and the King realized that the Advisor was corrupted by his Chaos and was no longer the one they called their friend. Before Elysia and the King could stop him the Advisor summoned the Dragon of Time and they were horrified to witness that the Dragon of Time had also been corrupted by the Advisor's Chaos and began to unleash its destructive powers against them. They were quick to defend themselves when the Godhead came to join them and demanded for Elysia to see the truth that Chaos was too dangerous for their world.

Torn and heartbroken Elysia knew what must be done for the sake of the remaining denizens. Using the power granted to her by her creators she dispatched all the denizens who carried Chaos and forced them all back to a smaller parallel world including the Advisor. The Advisor screamed swearing vengeance against them all before he disappeared along with the Dragon of Time. Elysia collapsed having never exhausted her power like that before. The King rushed to his friend's side asking if she was alright, but she only warned him that they must prepare for war. For a horrible battle was about to begin, one that would shake their very universe.

[dreamsy990]

hey u have ocs? information?llllong post? please if u have like. info on them? or just doodles idk

hi sorry this has been sitting in my inbox for a while bc i keep forgetting it exists but uh!!! sure !!!! theres not much interesting stuff here though so im just gonna ramble in whatever order i feel like. unless theyre like a group or something

so copper and omen my wof ocs probably have the least to say? because i dont have any sort of story for them at all. copper is a silkwing with some anxiety issues and omen is her girlfriend who has VERY bad trust issues. not sure how they get together but i think maybe omen couldve helped protect copper from a disaster and thats how they met? which sort of plays into omens main thing, which is that she's a nightwing who was hatched under a bloodmoon. so within wof lore as stated by our lord and savior tui t sutherland, she can see the future, but only disasters. in my head shes kinda a cassandra or goosefeather figure where shes almost always right about her visions unless something is done explicitly to prevent them from coming true, but nobody believes her. idk i have way less for copper than omen but they are a pair and im not allowed to seperate them.

my other significant wof oc is frostbite. does he exist in the same universe as copper and omen? maybe idk. they might have a cool adventure together with some other characters if i ever feel like it. tbh all 3 of these guys were just design practice for me so all story is just kind of random thoughts. anyways so frostbite was actually adapted from an old character from an rp group i was in. originally he was an icewing/nightwing and a weird old man who hides in the woods and definitely does murder. but hes basically a completely different guy now so thats mostly irrelevant. anyways so the half nightwing part became half leafwing (not on purpose i just forgot he wasnt always a leafwing). and i have a very, very rough idea for his story. for context since idk how much you know about wof, icewings have a caste system for aristocrats called circles, numbered 1-7, and your ranking can change based on how much you "embody the ideal qualities of an icewing", so theres a lot of pressure put on icewings to be as perfect as possible. anyways, i think frostbites dad was probably in the first circle when he had an affair with a leafwing. normally that would probably be enough to get him kicked out of the aristocracy entirely, but somehow (probably through a combination of being close to the queen, maybe as an advisor or maybe just an old friend? as well as having been high ranking for his entire life before that) he was allowed to return along with the son he had with that leafwing, but as punishment dropped to the bottom of the seventh circle. and frostbite is that son! cursed to never feel fully like an icewing, and always struggle to make himself seem worthy of being there at all. hes pretty hotheaded (NOT a very icewing trait, as others love to point out) and while he definitely knows hes getting much harsher treatment than others get for no reason other than his leafwing side, hes still trying his best to fit into society. its not exactly going well for him because it feels like no matter how perfect he is, thats always at least a couple steps behind the worst "real" icewing. anyways, something happens, i dont know how, but he manages to get out of the ice kingdom for a bit, and probably goes on an adventure with some friends, and realizes just how fucking stifling that place was. and then he never goes back. idk hes sort of like winter if he had more daddy issues.

ummm. colorux isnt real. ok but actually colorux is a joke oc i share custody of with ridragon. she is a gremlin, gay, british, and a member of organization xiii. shes probably friends with luxord because luxord is also british. thats it.

MY DND GUYS NATHAN AND DUST!! i have a lot more for nathan so. dust is a tabaxi paladin with an oath of devotion. the campaign she was supposed to be part of was a war one, so i wasnt sure how much rp there was gonna be, so i only came up with enough that i would have something to work with if it ever did happen. so that mostly means her personality. shes probably autistic, she struggles to hold a conversation very well, and very much leans towards the stoic side, although she loves collecting shiny things whenever she can and if you get her talking about her collection she can talk for hours. she also has a strong sense of justice (hence the oath of devotion), and will try to do what she thinks is right no matter the cost. thats dust!! fun fact about her she was NOT inspired by dust from dust an elysian tail them both being cat people and paladin equivalents and having similar personalities and the same name. that was actually a complete coincidence which i think is hilarious.

nathan is probably the one i have the most story for!! so backstory about them, i made him up on the spot for a dnd campaign that sort of fizzled out. i had forgotten to make a character sheet so i just found a list of premade ones and boom!! nathan. theyre a drow rogue and i made them specifically to fit as few rogue stereotypes as possible. i like to think he grew up somewhere around upper middle class, with no real reason to get into crime since it's not like he needed anything in particular, but he was a stupid kid with stupid friends and too much time on his hands!! so he and his best friend who does not have a name im so sorry. my brain is saying maurice and i think thats funny so their friend is named maurice now. anyways so nathan and maurice started doing petty crime as a passtime!! they were pretty good at it too, if you asked them. and then something went wrong. i dont know exactly how it would happen, but somewhere along the line in their stupidest crime yet, things went wrong, and nathan panicked, and ran away, leaving maurice all alone to deal with the cops. what happened? nathan doesnt know. but it fucked him up man. its been like 30 years and hes STILL beating himself up about it. he became a lot more cowardly, avoiding risk and running away from things whenever he can, they try to avoid getting attached to people so he doesnt feel bad when he instinctively pushes them in front of danger so he can avoid it, and hes just generally a disaster. also theyre scared of spiders. i love them.

and uhhh that just leaves angie, rea, and charlotte. so for context, my original idea for these guys was a sort of depressing game about accepting the inevitable, but theyve honestly become way more sweet since then so!!!! angie and rea are reapers, and their jobs are to guide the dead to the underworld. and theyre also roommates! but not gay. angie is aroace. rea is probably aspec too now that i think about it. little bit of fun detail about them, angie tends to take jobs where shes guiding assholes, and she loves trying to make their trips as terrifying as possible. shes not good at being empathetic!! rea on the other hand. is terrible at being scary. so she mostly gets jobs with kids, and she goes through as much effort as she can to make sure they're NOT scared. kind of opposites to angie but idk i think theyre cute. anyways, charlotte is not a reaper. shes actually just a little girl, probably 8-10 or so. reas job is to guide her, but when she gets to charlotte, she realizes charlotte's not actually dead. shes on the edge, she could slip over at any time, but shes not dead. rea realizes if she brings charlotte to the underworld there's no chance she'll ever be able to wake up again, but if she doesn't, then maybe charlotte has a chance. so instead, she takes charlotte home with her, to the inbetween. so oops!! surprise child aquisition. personality wise, charlottes probably that sort of sassy little kid. you know the type. she isnt scared of angie in the slightest!! actually, shes not scared of ANYTHING, if you ask her. idk theyre a fun little trio in my head

theres probably someone else im forgetting buut if im forgetting they cant be that important. anyways im not really in a drawing mood rn but i might add art later. but idk my oc tags are literally just #name (oc) so just do that if you wanna find my art of them. i dont draw them much. also i need to redesign some of them. ALSO I DONT HAVE A CHARLOTTE DESIGN FUCK.

[thewingedbaron]

Character Introductions for Owlcatober!

Owlcatober is right around the corner! I'm hoping to do a lot of writing for this one, so I figured it would be a good idea to reintroduce my three oc's that may (or may not) be taking the spot light for the month. I don't know how often I'll be doing the prompts or even what characters I'll be using for them yet so I'll just give you a little look into each!

Any and all of my prompt writing will be under #TWB Owlcatober and linked here once the month get's going!

Character Intros under the cut.

Allix is my first knight commander. He started out as a bounty hunter looking for bigger scores in the world wound, much like Greybor but without the assassin evil bits. However, upon discovering his powers, Allix became an unwilling angel, adopting the powers of heaven despite his clashes with lawful alignment and authority. He would eventually give up his powers and instead opt for the legend route, proving to the world and the gods that a mere mortal could challenge them any time he liked.

Allix was an Arueshalae romancer (my wife), and always strides to see the best in people. His ride or dies were Seelah, Sosiel, Arueshalae, Ember, Nenio, and Lann.

Vysk is my most recent knight commander, a sable company marine turned Atza. She's still figuring out this whole "Commander of the Crusade" thing, and isn't exactly thrilled to find herself at the helm of such a massive operation. She originally traveled to the world wound after her commander, Commandant Marcus Endrin was "killed" for trying to assassinate the Red Queen Ileosa Arabasti from the City of Krovosa. While she had no hand in the assassination, the Red Queen decided it would be easier to purge the ranks of the Sable Company f anyone loyal to the former Commandant. Vysk has been on the run ever since.

Vysk is not far enough for a romance path yet, but her chaotic nature leads alligns her with her ride or dies, Seelah, Sosiel, Woljif, Arueshalae, and Ulbrig. Her hippogriff is named Jester for his daredevil nature. (He really likes hard caramels for some reason).

Finally, Silus Von Valancius, the newest Rogue Trader of the Valancius dynasty. Silus was surprised to recieve summons from Theodora, given his... lifestyle. Silus was born on a voidship, and was rasied as a raider and pirate in the far off systems of the Imperium. In time, he killed, lied, and stole his way to his own ship, captaining a crew of void raiders. At the time of his summons, he'd developed a small criminal empire of pirates and smugglers, but that was nothing compared to what awaited him.

It's rare to find an honest pirate, but Silus has always found that the right combination of threats and trust will carry you much further than backstabbing every compitent person around you. See that your crew is cared for and they will care for you. He ultimately strayed down the Iconiclast path, creating an empire that would outlast him even in the face of the harshest compeition.

Silus had a fling with Jae, but ultimately fell in with his Aeldari Advisor Yrliet. His ride or die party consisted of his bullwark Abelard, Cassia, Pasqual, and Yrliet for most missions.

[quoththeowl31]

So Emilia was originally an OC for Varian and the 7 Kingdoms from Disney's Rapunzel. (VK7 was a concept for a spin off graphic novel that didn't get approved sadly)

Emilia was a Saporian girl around the same age as Varian who would act as an antagonist towards him and his friends over most of their journey. Her goal was to take the totems for herself in order to access the Eternal Library in hopes to find a way to break a curse she had accidentally unleashed on her village.

She and Varian would eventually have a moment where the two agreed to help each other and she'd become team medic/magic expert. Of course she's able to break the curse.

I came up with a spin off of the spin off that would have her coming to Corona to undergo training to become a doctor/advisor under Rapunzel though it's not without its own challenges.

As she was Saporian (and the younger sister to Andrew/Hubert), she had a lot of animosity towards Corona and faced a lot of prejudice from Coronans. Much of her arch would bring to light that no, Saporia didn't just join Corona, Shampanere betrayed her people for power and Saporia was annexed and the repercussions of the conquest are still felt to that day.

Emilia in many ways was the flipside to Varian and they were also meant to represent Demanitus and Zhan Tiri. When they combined their talents, it led to amazing results but when they were fighting each other, it was like watching an unstoppable force vs an immovable object. They had the potential to go down the very same path Demanitus and Zhan Tiri went when they were partners.

The difference was they had friends, especially Hugo.

There were a lot of ideas I had. Such as Demanitus not being the true founder of the Library and how vital the Great Tree was to the rest of the world.

But that's a lot of Emilia's original background.

[zoannearts]

Happy WIP WEDNESDAY everyone

This last week I have been really fixated on my fantasy world building project and have had lots of ideas for pieces I have wanted to make so start many many sketches some more developed than others, i have also started writing out the lore more i have so much knowledge of my world already especially since its a semi collaborative project with my partner, but I need to start writing it all put for people to read and know. I will be posting that at some point here, on my unvale and on my toyhouse

From top to bottom left to right

1 and 2- some sketches trying to design outfits for my oc’s Castor and Maya and how to represent their cultures within their clothing, they are both characters who are from one culture but then spend a lot of time in another culture and I want to figure out what that will look like for them as the cultures combine and clash.

3- Maya and the watcher -I have had this idea in the back of my mind for a long while and I have big plans for it I want it to be a fully rendered painted piece that represents on of her higher powered spells really excited to work on it more when I am a little less busy

4 and 5 - A portrait of Maya and her Beloved Imperas Beiti (keylas) inspired by the murals of Theodora and Justinian, i really wanted to make a full body pieces inspired by those but decided for now to just make specific icons for them as a portrait representation of them for my unvale/toyhouse etc maybe in the future I will do the full mural for both of them with my other ocs that fit as the advisors in the background (such as Stratkos Beiti taking Belisarius’ place)

[plaguery]

here is my promised dmc oc, romy sears. she is like if a torture device was friend shaped.

these two pics are about a year old now and certainly far from favorites but they show off those tattoo details that the first missed!

she is a post-dmc5 character, remotely working as an advisor of sorts for devil may cry through morrison's adept scouting and by way of her demonological expertise, intel on possible jobs and if she's feeling generous, her casting abilities.

at the time of joining the devil may cry ensemble, she is a thirty-one year old with about two decades of intensive autistic special interest studying and training behind her. a witness to a horrific devil attack at age eleven, she was somehow inspired and propelled into demonology and magical pursuits. her constant, reckless infodumping to helpless shop patrons and workers at her regular haunts made her a name in town to anyone who wanted to work with or against devils, leading up to morrison cracking down on her and setting up a devil may cry exclusive romy deal.

her cover and home base (tag 'home' as literal) is the antiques shop she owns and operates at the very edge of town on the mostly abandoned, eerie but alluring, bramford street. mixed in with your average porcelain antiques are demonic artifacts and 'possessed' items—particularly, dolls. these devils that she has personally conjured and bound are considered friends, while she considers herself a 'caretaker'.

despite her fondness for the demonic, she teams up with devil may cry out of financial need and for the mental challenge that she figures it will present. you can guess that her morals are... pliant.

she is a cheery, talkative, and strangely elegant thing, but do not mistake that for extroversion. more a lively hermit, most of her hours are spent at her shop and she can only be pulled away for the sake of necessity or for furthering her aims of gaining knowledge/'friends'. social skills seem to be something that comes and goes for her: politeness quickly becoming intrusion into personal boundaries, chatter somehow turning every stranger in the vicinity away, picking up on heavily layered context while missing basic cues.

as she'll tell you, pride is her favorite of the cardinal sins, and you'll find her pride in her knowledge, fashion, hair, and accessories. the tuft of white in her victory roll is her favorite badge of honor, as it has grown over the years from exposure to the demonic. most notable though are her golden, clawed fingers: custom prosthetics that she acquired after losing her fingers in a conjuring gone wrong.

if the antiques shop didn't tell you, she loves vintage and is most often seen in 40s or 50s inspired styles. the true mark of devotion is the trans-atlantic accent that she taught herself as a teenager and uses to this day (no, she will not admit to it being taught despite it inherently being a completely fabricated accent).

fun facts:

if she gets close enough to someone she will reveal that 'romy sears' is in fact not really her name and that she started using it after getting disowned at eighteen for accidentally setting her family trailer on fire with her first successful conjure & bind. she will not divulge her true last name but her given name is rosemary. 'romy sear(s)' is just the anagram treatment.

'rosemary', making it an anagram, and the name 'bramford' for the street are references to rosemary's baby. she has never and never will give birth and shes more akin to the creepy neighbors but i love references and she loves taking care of devils!

when she does leave the house, she is rarely seen without a multiseat stroller, seating a select few dolls for that day. as a caretaker, she figures it's important for enrichment purposes to get them out of the shop regularly.

the whole doll schtick is actually the whole inspiration for her character. i started simply with the idea of combining one of my favorite internet browsing activities (looking at haunted/possessed doll listings) with post-dmc5 fuckery.

objects moving and strange noises are part and parcel for the shop. however, there is also a bit of a time vortex due to the massive concentration of the demonic in one spot. it makes the veil between realms thinner but not by too much. it's helped by romy's many wards and charms around and throughout the shop but time still moves differently and is always off by around 5-25 minutes depending on circumstance.

if you read this far, thank you :) i really love her in all her freakishness. im (slowly) trying to work on a written intro* (i guess.. fic) with her. despite all i already wrote there is much more i already have in my mind. questions are welcomed if you happen to have them!

*here's a sneak peek of that ;)

[whosplayerthree]

So this post from seven years ago blew up all big right outta nowhere. It's funny cause mutuals are now reblogggning it like "eyyy i know this person. Hi person!" And hi to you to.

But in a way, a small little way, in a way I dont feel too strongly but still feel, its kinda sad that it resonates with others so much.  And that I’m still this way so many years later (outside of dnd).

So you know what you know what you know what you know what????? I'm gonna change this trend. I will be the change I wanna see in the world. Below the read more are a list of some ocs and 1-3 sentence summery for each of em. If you want to know more, send an ask.

Towk-Tawk Voidsealer: Human wizard who used to be a spider, and now is very excited about adventure.

???: Once a servant/member of the Secret Advisors of the Silhouetted Queen, now some sorta stitched together scarecrow person.

Unnamed supervillian scientist: She's got a suite and sunglasses and can light on fire and thinks she is cooler than she actually is.

Barbara The Bandit Queen: She is Big and Buff and is (unfortunatly) as cool as she thinks she is.

Rottam Hale: A lil middle aged lady kobold cartographer who accidentally gets possessed by an Ancient Evil Overlord named Empress Vile.

Mulberry "Mul" Myrcliff: Chill guy who wants to have a chill time and they certainly are not haunted by an Evil Sentiant Star.

Bri 'Caus: Buff captain of a Dnd Spaceship, loves tea, and was manipulated into a deal with a magical talking bloodthirsty sword.

Cryesavchik: Sentient dumpsterfire warlock who was once just ripoff dnd junkrat but has become so much more.

Plynn: A lil melodramatic alien that looks like a rabbit combined with a chuchu from wind waker, whomst inadvertantly saved their world from an alien invasion, but unfortunately that resulted in an unwanted perminant houseguest (said invading alien).

Jaques DeBonhare: Rabbit furry cleric of trickery who is known for telling bad jokes, and on a quest to eat one of every monster in the world.

Unnamed depressed alien: Lil guy who just wants to do their normal beurocratic space-wormhole management job, but gets put on "congrats on figuring out wormhole technology! welcome to the intergalactic neighborhood!" duty, and their day just gets worse from there.

Pluck Fireflame: The most anxious thief who talks like a valley girl you'll ever meet. In some incarnations is a ghost who is just as anxious if not more so.

Shape-shifting evil sorcerer empress: Like it says on the tin. Got sealed away in some pottery hundreds of years ago, was accidentally released in modern day, and is all like "holy shit indoor plumbing?????".

Reuben: A big ol all powerful big bad monster guy people would summon into a world when they wanted to take over it. Got tired of that and chose to retire. A pretty chill old man type now, who happens to be a large pig that's on fire.

[marine-indie-gal]

For my own Rudolph Project, I'd like to introduce you to the Friends of Rudolph since the previous adaptations had their own Group of Friends for the Reindeer. In the R/B Adaptation, it was an Elf and even a Prospector whereas the Goodtimes version, it was an Artic Fox and Polar Bear. While with the combination of the Two Adaptations mixed together, I mainly took in the whole "Animal Sidekick" cliche trope inspired by the '98 version, only instead of just Two Artic Animals, I went with Three.

Ava (The Pink Reindeer) is the Daughter of Cupid and is my own Love-Interest for Rudolph (inspired by both Clarice and Zoey. Though out of all the names through one of my polls, some of my friends like @violetrose-art suggested Me either "Phoebe" or "Lucy" but I did have a Goddess OC from one of my Original Works named Phoebe as akin to "Phoebus" (the Other Name for Apollo) but also as an Honor with Another Greek Titaness with the same name, and even @ericothefandomwonder suggested either "Annabelle", "Dawn", or "Maria" (the last one might be an honorable name to Mary (Jesus Christ's Mother). However, giving on how that @djinarocks chose the other option out of the names without a suggestion, I went with "Ava" (which was the Latin version of "Eve" like Adam's Wife)).

Out of all of the Reindeer, Ava holds no bullying towards Rudolph and sees the true side of him that his own Nose is a Blessing Gift for Him like how Santa suggests. She is mainly a Member of One of Rudolph's Group of Reindeer yearlings. Rudolph does have soft feelings for her, however, when the Arrogant Son of Blitzen by the name, "Storm" (who is Rudolph's Bully) is in love with Ava and wants to have her as his own Future Mate. When Ava and the Other Yearlings among Christmas Town found out that Rudolph has gone missing (no thanks to Storm), Ava and the other Reindeer Yearlings go out on a Journey to find Rudolph through the North Pole.

Silvino (The Penguin) (inspired by Slyly) is a Self-Centered, Mischievous, and even a Wise-Cracking Penguin. He does often try to come up with Brilliant plans that he thinks will help lead him the way as he's the Leader of his own Trio. However, despite his Cocky personality, he does tend to have Anger Issues but deep down, he has Low Self Esteem. But he's also a Good Advisor to some people as he does tell Rudolph that Not Everyone is Born to be Perfect.

Dopey (The Harp Seal) (inspired by Leonard) is a Goofy, Dimwitted, Unintelligent, and Very Friendly. Despite being Slow-Witted, he is most notably Naive but can be a Scaredy Cat whenever he is frightened by something scary. Despite that Most Seals are Predatory and Dangerous, Dopey is the opposite as he only eats Fish but would never harm a Fly unless if somebody were to dare try to hurt his own Friends. He often questions things to people on what's he's supposed to do as he believes that he is somewhat forgettable most of the time.

Wallace (The Snowy Owl) (inspired by Hermey) is very Caring & Fun-Loving but can also be Grouchy sometimes whenever he's not in a Good Mood. He mainly helps out the Gang with Right Directions that they're going through but he can't stand anyone's Rude Behavior (like Silvino's for instance). He is somewhat an Older Figure to Rudolph's life as Rudolph does often look up to Wallace as a Grandfather figure but he does often help Dopey on where they are going throughout their Journey to help Rudolph get back to his own Home.

Ava, Silvino, Dopey, and Wallace (c) Me Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer (c) Robert L. May

[murder-and-mayhem]

Randomizer says 67, angry kisses!

HELLO! Thank you so much for this ask! I'm sorry it took me a hot minute to get to it. There was a sudden family emergency and I had to do some unexpected traveling. Combine that with work, and well...it's been rough.

I appreciate this ask so much though, so please enjoy my trooper, Nahavii, and angry kisses with her surly cat husband.

Prompt from these asks here!

Pairing: Nahavii (OC)/Aric Jorgan

A/N: There's like, a little angst in this if you squint? Maybe? Definitely some fluff sprinkled in here. Also some swearing so beware of that if it bothers you! Writing below the cut, including some self-indulgent pics of my baby for tax :)

"Dammit Vee, what the hell were you thinking charging in there like that?!"

Nahavii watched as Aric stormed up the ship ramp, all tense shoulders and clenched fists. She could already picture the face he was making behind his bucket—the furrowed brow, the curled lips and bared teeth, those green eyes blazing. Aric yanked his helmet off with a growl. Sure enough, he was livid, his face contorted into the exact expression she'd so vividly imagined. If she hadn't been so angry herself she would have been just a little smug about it. Maybe even shot him a smirk.

In any other circumstance, it likely would have caught him off guard enough to calm him down. But she wasn't looking to make peace. Not this time.

Nahavii sealed the outer doors before turning to her seething husband.

"It was nothing I couldn't handle. You know damn well that I've been doing this long before they yanked me out of carbonite."

Jorgan scoffed.

"Yeah, and when you pulled a stunt like that you always had your squad to watch your back! You didn't even wait for me, Nahavii. You can't just run in there guns blazing like that!"

The fur along Nahavii's neck bristled and she choked back a vicious snarl.

"The hell I can't, Major."

It had come out harsher than she'd intended—her tone dangerously low and laced with vitriol—but the sentiment was there nonetheless. She was sick and tired of being treated like a child. At best, Lana and Theron acted as if she was made of glass—a behavior likely born of her near-death experience on Asylum, but one she still resented. At their worst, Nahavii felt like her own advisors believed her incapable. Like she was just some greenhorn grunt before they'd thawed her out rather than a seasoned veteran.

She'd experienced war and death since she was old enough to hold a blaster, and lately she felt like she was simply a talking head to them.

Now she was catching flak from Aric? Of all people? Nahavii's fists clenched so hard she heard her knuckles crack. The last thing she needed right now was to be treated like she was incompetent in the field by her own former exo....by her partner.

Jorgan stared, stunned, for a long moment, but the muscle in his jaw was twitching. She'd been on the receiving end of that glare more than enough to know that he was a breath away from blowing his top.

"Don't you kriffing dare pull rank on me, Nahavii." He hissed, his own tone low in warning.

"Well it sure as hell got your attention!" She roared, "Maybe now you'll listen to me! I'm not an idiot, Aric. I know what I'm capable of, and I'm sick to death of being treated like I'm gonna fucking fall apart if something breathes in my general direction!"

Understanding flickered somewhere behind the rage in Aric's eyes, bright enough to give Nahavii pause. That split second was all he needed. Aric was on her before she could even react, his helmet clattering to the floor as his hands clutched either side of her face.

"You stubborn ass, I don't think you're an idiot!" He shouted, gently shaking her head in hands as if that would somehow help his words sink in.

Aric pulled her down and kissed her hard. It was desperate and furious—all clashing teeth and bruised lips and swallowed snarls. Intoxicating, invigorating, and irritating all at once. Nahavii whimpered as she kissed him back, but she refused to let him weasel his way out of this fight so easily. When they finally managed to come up for air she was gasping, and Aric's chest heaved against her with every breath.

"Can't you see that I am terrified of losing you again?" He whispered fiercely, his voice rough.

The rage that had been steadily boiling away behind Nahavii's heart fizzled out in an instant, swallowed up by a wave of crippling guilt. It settled in her gut like lead—cold, heavy, and thick—and she suddenly felt ill. Having Aric at her side again had felt so natural that she'd fallen back into their old patterns. She'd relished in his familiarity; leaned heavily on the trust and tactics they'd spent years building together before Valkorion. Before Arcann and his carbonite. It had been muscle memory for her...as easy as breathing.

But what had been mere moments in that prison for her had been years for him. How could she have possibly assumed things would be the same?

Her mouth gaped as she floundered for words. There was so much she wanted to say...so much that she needed to say. Instead she could only manage to squeak out a pathetic "oh". Nahavii cradled her husband's face in her shaking hands.

"Kriff, Aric, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She breathed, pressing her forehead to his.

"Don't be. You've got a lot on your shoulders, Vee...a lot of people looking to you for answers. For protection." He said softly, "But you have to come home. I need you to come back home. I won't make it if....not this time."

His voice cracked as he spoke, and Nahavii heard him swallow hard. She could only nod, suddenly unable to speak around the lump lodged in her own throat. Hot tears prickled at the corners of her eyes and her shoulders quaked with a silent sob. Aric pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, achingly tender as his thumbs gently wiped away the tears starting to spill over the planes of her cheeks. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she should have been the one comforting him instead.

It had been him that had searched for her for five long years—fought for her tooth and nail; vehemently insisting that she wasn't gone. It had been him that had seen Havoc gutted while the Republic ate itself alive, and it had been him that'd had to watch as the Eternal Empire tore apart the worlds they'd fought so hard to defend. Yet here he was, picking up her pieces yet again after she'd been so kriffing selfish. Nahavii slumped against him, her arms circling around his neck to hold him as close as their armor would allow. 

They stayed that way for a long time before Aric found the words to speak again.

"D'you remember the promise I made you when we got married?" He asked, his voice barely a whisper against the shell of her ear.

Nahavii sniffled and nodded. How could she ever forget?

"You promised you'd always have my six." She said.

Aric pulled back to look her in the eye. His fingers brushed a few stray hairs back into her bun before he grasped her gently by the shoulders.

"I meant that Vee. I've got your back, on and off the field. I just need you to let me be there."

A grin tugged at the corners of Aric's mouth.

"Especially if you're gonna insist on raising hell anywhere your boots touch the ground."

Nahavii hiccuped a laugh.

"Well you know me...it's just business as usual." She replied, her voice thick beneath the tears.

Aric snorted, and he shot her a lop-sided smile. Her favorite smile...the one so uniquely him. The one that made her knees weak and her heart flutter like bird's wings against her ribs.

"Promise me you'll be careful, Vee? That you'll let me have your back?" He asked, the smile gone as his gaze turned solemn.

Nahavii blinked back a fresh wave of tears and nodded curtly.

"I promise."

The grin returned—breaking over his face like dawn on the horizon—and Nahavii was completely lost. Aric slotted his lips over hers, sighing at the connection as his fingers carded into her hair. The kiss was less insistent this time. Soft and slow but just as deep; repairing the bond that had frayed between them after so much lost time. It left her breathless and shivering, and when he pulled away at last Nahavii struggled to bite back a whine.

"C'mon." He murmured, lips brushing hers as he spoke, "Let's get this bucket in the air. We have a long ride home."

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Here's a question for you.

How would describe your OCs sense of humor?

Hi there @namelessbaron! Ooh, good question! Valen would have a lot of slapstick humor. Being a robot who is very resistant to things that would seriously harm most humans, he's able to tell jokes with very exaggerated actions or letting his Pokemon join in on the gag Cami has a lot dry humor mixed in with some dark and self-deprecation humor. However she doesn't really show the dark or self-deprecating humor until she gets to know someone and they're good friends because people get worried if they hear her humor and don't know her well enough to know she's joking.

Jabari is the king of observational humor. He's really good at using the day to day weirdness that goes on with being a champion level trainer and making into comedy. His humor, much like his cousin's can also stray into dark humor as well. Calla happens to be quite the prankster so her humor actually revoles around a lot of toilet humor mixed with some dry Galarian wit. Calla was a bit of a menace while doing her PhD thesis, setting up booby traps in the lab and on her thesis advisor's office door (luckily they took her pranks in good stride). Jack's humor is exceedingly dark but also toilet humor. It was one of the ways he got away with some of his more heinous crimes by using dark pranks to ensnare his victims. It worked well considering he got away with his crimes up until he lost his cool with a 10-year old Leon beating him for the title of Galar's Champion Marsha's humor is definitely word play humor. She is the queen of dad jokes. She often combines it with dry sarcastic wit to give scathing critiques of those around her on the islands of Alola while also eliciting laughs at the same time.

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YES HELLO WHERE DO I SIGN UP FOR PRINCESS NASTASYA GERARD DOMINGUEZ-SANGRÉ LORE (also i'm giving you the ultimate high five bc i never meet other ppl who give characters poly parents and am DELIGHTED)

Thank you so much!!!! I also haven't met many people with ocs who are children of poly parents, so that's so cool! <3

I can't tell you the FULL lore (because I haven't thought of it yet, and to be fair, it's already really convoluted) but Nastasya is technically the child of my main characters, who later becomes a main character herself.

Nastasya technically isn't a person in the conventional sense. She's more of a... homonculus? She doesn't exactly fit the definition of a homonculus, but that's what I've got for right now. She was created as Adam from the bible and Wonder Woman were created, except in a weirder and much more bloody way. She is not the first person to be made this way. (The first person was the prophet, Vita Carnis, who was an Eve and Jesus figure combined.)

More under the cut! There's a lot, so I don't want to clog anyone's dash! :) Again, thanks for asking!

Her nickname is Nastya, but her full (really long) name and title is Princess Nastasya Gerard Dolores Vita Dominguez-Sangré, Heir to the Sanguine Priesthood, Wanted High Traitor and Former Court Oracle to King Lasha the Nightslayer of the Lucian Authority. (She may have gotten a little silly as the court oracle to another religious sect and committed high treason. Oops! But that's in the future.)

Her mothers, in a brief summary because THEIR lore is even longer than Nastasya's, are some of the most influential people in their universe.

Her mother, Mischa, is a lesbian cannibal who runs a theocracy. (Cannibalism is common where she comes from.) She killed Judith, and Eleanora's friend. She was VERY surprised when Judith resurrected after ten or so minutes. They share thoughts with one another like a force mind-meld thing, and Judith thought she hallucinated her for years.

Her other mother, Judith, was "the chosen one," who came and slayed a good majority of the gods in their universe. She isn't from their universe, and continues to be an anomaly to this day. She has several patron deities, which is abnormal as the average person has one to two. Not a Mary Sue by any means, though. She has several disabilities, and is medically considered dead, though she has circulation, is warm, and occasionally has a pulse.

Her other mother, Connie, is a transgender lesbian woman who serves as Mischa's "right hand." All of her decisions run past Connie. She and Mischa are childhood best friends, though she was pretty much Mischa's advisor for a while. She and Mischa are on equal footing in terms of power now, though, so don't worry!

And finally, her other mother, Eleanora, is a genetic chimera who infiltrates the religious order that Mischa leads to get revenge for her dead friend, a novitiate member of their religious order. She has three patron deities, as she absorbed both her fraternal triplets in the womb. She meets Judith at the beginning of the story.

Their relationship starts out unhealthy (they have all tried to kill each other) but as they realize their feelings for one another, they turn into a healthy polycule with healthy communication. They raise their daughter (and eventually her sister) with care. In fact, she grows up a bit spoiled because her mothers dote on her all the time.

Because of the genetics thing, she happens to look like all four of them to varying degrees, though her skin is somewhat clay-colored. Has autism and a disability like all four of them, too. An unusual aptitude for less benevolent areas of magic, due to her patron deities. Her skin condition, however, is of magical origin. Every time she uses her magic, it causes growths to sprout on her face. They can be removed surgically, but cause intense scarring, pain, and bleeding.

In the future, she becomes court oracle to the Lucian Authority, a neighboring kingdom. She sets into motion a set of events that cause a civil war, a birth, a power struggle, an amateur c-section, and the faking of her own death. She teams up with a knight that she meets while on the run as a fugitive following the inciting incident, and they go on a quest to kill the king and kidnap a child together. Except, it's getting a child back to its parent, so it's like reverse kidnapping? Idk. Her full story needs its OWN post.

She has a pet cat, who is a skeleton she resurrected. It goes with her everywhere. Its name is Fish.

Tell me if you want more Nastya facts, because I have a ton!!!! That's all for now though, because I think I've been editing this for over an hour lmao. The lore is really confusing, but that's probably because I've never explained it to someone else before, and this is only a portion of the greater story.

I'm so glad someone took an interest in my oc polycule and their baby <3