#finally gave my hidden ocs a limelight

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i’m severely ill so i may write some things for my ocs to cope. if you see me using this blog more often leave me be i’m not doing great (:

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HELLO what are some of your fashion/clothing inspirations for your characters, if you have any in particular or even jsut want to talk abt your ocs in relation to clothes/fashion

[buckles seatbelt] okay so 👏

this is all definitely a mash up of some of my favorite styles, and even some new ones i found while working on A+C designs, BUT. overall this story is in late 1700s, early 1800s, so most all my fashion choices are pulled from around that time period. i really like designing for what's practical to each chara so its like. Odelia can be very extravagant bc thats what makes sense for her position, vs Goliath who dresses simply w movement and warmth in mind.

this turned into a mini essay/board. please dont look at me

》 Odelia specifically is based on rococo fashion– her prints are light florals, her silhouettes are dramatic yet elegant, her entire design palette is based in rococo pastels. Euan dips into this as well, but his prints are darker and more dramatic, and his silhouette is closer to 1800s traditional russian fashion. they really only use these outfits for ceremonies tbh, but the point to it will always be that Odelia's dress is more extravagant and lighter in color and fabric than Euan's, similar to how she prefers the limelight over his backstage.

》 Goliath was originally supposed to be in a highlands great kilt– he's a hunter in scotland so it would have been A Thing at the time. but he morphed over time to wearing smth closer to english hunt dress, partially bc of his brace needing to you know. not chafe horribly. also since he's in the woods, it probably would make more sense for him to be essentially the scottish equivalent of a longhunter

》 Elle being a butcher and Angus being a blacksmith, of COURSE i had to look into 1800s dress for both occupations. both seem to dress p simply (button up shirts w slacks and an apron), but butchers add in a tie and occasionally a dress jacket. Angus and Elle follow these same guidelines; Angus dresses in a loose white shirt and slacks, and Elle keeps buttoned up w a bolo tie. that being said, the way they dress is also a personality thing, as Angus is fairly open abt his simplicity and flaws, while Elle keeps themself hidden behind a mask of perfection and organization.

》 Finally we have Agnes. she dresses very simply for who she is, but she's also technically a student studying for her doctorate in theology, and dropped a pretty penny to get to Kencree. her overall outfit is p simple (slacks, a high neck shirt, boots), but her coat, if i actually detailed it, is based in the coats for Peter I of russia. this is definitely bc i just Love the silhouette and detailing lol, but i also think its fitting for her to hold on to at least one piece of the finery she gave up for her trip. i think by the end of the story she loses it tho. probably when she's packing to go home. for reasons :)

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hello wonderful Eve! could u write more Stella and DadCoops pretty please? I love them so much

I'd love to! For anyone who's new here, Stella is my OC for Coops' adopted daughter. Fic O'Ween day 4 is a couple minutes late (oops) but thank you to everyone who sent such sweet messages about Blue <3 Those were such a joy to read. Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove!

Prompt: Childhood Halloween Fun!

“Hey, Sirius?” He glanced up at a tentative knock and offered a smile to the girl standing half-hidden by the doorframe; at eleven years old, Stella still hadn’t quite hit her growth spurt, and her knobbly knees stuck out from the bottom of her shorts. A bandaid sealed with a kiss adorned one from a nasty scrape while she had been out practicing her skating on the sidewalk.

“What’s up, ma petite?”

The corner of her mouth turned down in a halfhearted pout. “I’m not small,” she insisted. “I’m almost twelve. I’m way too old for that.”

“Sorry,” Sirius laughed, stepping aside to make room for her at the bathroom sink. Her footsteps were nearly silent, padded by the rainbow socks she had picked out herself. They were the one pop of color against her otherwise all-black outfit—a compromise she had finally agreed to so Sirius and Remus wouldn’t have a heart attack while she was off trick-or-treating in the dark.

She propped her elbows on the edge of the sink while he finished adding highlights to the fake blood at the corner of his mouth. Maybe a vampire was cliché, but there was no way he and Remus were going to steal Stella’s limelight. “That looks super real,” she remarked, bouncing on her toes.

“Merci.”

“Why do you and Remus always do couple costumes?”

“Because we’re married.”

That drew a fond eye roll from her. “Well, duh. I mean why don’t you just go as what you each want to do instead?”

He shrugged one shoulder, squinting at the little white dot at the base of the blood droplet. “We both like doing it, and it’s more fun to match with someone in my opinion. Just something sappy. Why?”

“Maybe—” She faltered, kicking the cabinet door lightly as she averted her eyes. “Would you—would it be okay if maybe I matched with you next year?”

Sirius’ heart seized and he nearly drew a thick line of white paint through his careful shadows. “Of course,” he managed after a moment around the growing tightness in his chest. He looked away from the mirror and bent to her level, touching her wrist gently. “Stella, of course you can. Any time you want.”

“Not this year,” she said quickly with a tug to her shorts. “I like my costume too much. But…next time. If that’s alright. I don’t want to break your tradition.”

Sirius was pretty sure his heart was snapping in half. How many times in her short years of life had she been left out? He touched her wrist again and she turned, dark eyes wide and uncharacteristically vulnerable. “Stella,” he began, though he didn’t know the words to tell her just how much she meant to them. He sighed through his nose. “Stella, I know this hasn’t been an easy few years for you, but you’re part of our traditions now. Remus and I want you here as our kid. We want you to be safe and happy and comfortable and we absolutely want matching Halloween—”

His arms were full of a gangly almost-twelve-year-old before he could finish; Sirius held her just as tight without hesitation. Stella let out a shaky exhale and her fingers locked in the satiny fabric of his cape, keeping her face tucked to the side. She sniffled once, then relaxed under his palms. “Will you do my eyeliner?”

Sirius closed his eyes with a smile and gave her a light squeeze of comfort before letting her go and patting the closed toilet seat. “Hop on up, mademoiselle.”

Stella wasn’t known for her patience or general ability to sit still for extended periods of time, but she stayed steady as Sirius lined her eyes with the black pencil they had bought specifically for this purpose. Sometimes, face paint just wasn’t enough. He understood the predicament.

“Good?” he asked after a few minutes of careful line work.

She craned her neck to look in the mirror, turning her head back and forth. “A little more?”

“Okay, raton laveur,” he teased, leaning back down.

“Are you calling me small again?” she asked suspiciously.

“I’m calling you a raccoon.”

“Hmm.”

“A very cute, very rainbow raccoon,” he corrected.

A slow smile spread over her face and he had to pause his work as her eyes crinkled. “Much better.”

Sirius added a small triangle on the inside of her eye with a silent thanks to Lily and YouTube, then capped the pen. “How’s that?”

She slid off the seat and went back to the mirror—her dimple popped out as she smudged the black beneath her eyes just a bit more. “Oh, yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“That’s awesome!” she said around a laugh. Sirius’ whole body warmed from the inside out as she turned and flung her arms around his waist in a tight hug before bounding down the stairs. Her endless energy never failed to amaze him. “Remus! Remus, come look!”

He made his way downstairs at a significantly slower pace, not willing to risk slipping in his socks. Unlike his daughter, he wasn’t made of rubber. “Look at you!” Remus said as he held Stella at arm’s length to admire her makeup. “You look game-ready!”

“I still need my skates, though.”

“No skates in the house,” they chorused. She hurried around the corner toward the front door and Remus crossed the room to leave a chaste kiss on Sirius’ lips, followed by a deeper one; his thumb trailed down the unpainted side of his lips.

“Doesn’t somebody look dashing tonight?” he murmured with a grin.

Sirius nipped his lower lip, then playfully bit the two red marks on Remus’ neck he had painted not half an hour before. “Dangerous. Deadly, actually. Better be careful. You’ve got a dark creature in your house.”

“Oh, bullshit,” Remus snorted, nudging their noses together. “Nice job on the eyeliner, by the way.”

Sirius couldn’t contain his smile as he looked over Remus’ shoulder, where Stella’s shadow was still digging through their shoe rack. “She’s so excited,” he said under his breath. “And she wants to match with us next year.”

Remus’ whole face lit up. “Really?”

“Mhmm. I’m already thinking of ideas.”

“Well, I think our roller derby girl needs a hand at the moment,” Remus said as he looked back. His lips were warm when they pressed against Sirius’ own one more time. “I’ll handle the skates if you get the candy bowl out, and we can brainstorm later.”

“Aye aye, captain.”

“Get outta here, Count Chocola,” Remus scoffed, giving his rear a light smack as he ducked into the kitchen.

They had decorated the sign for the candy bowl as a family—Sirius traced the colorful letters with his fingertip before tucking it inside the cauldron’s rim with a piece of tape to hold the back steady. They would be back to personally give out candy in an hour or two, but neither he nor Remus wanted to miss out on Stella’s second Halloween in their home.

“—pretty exciting,” Stella was saying when he walked to the front door with the bowl under one arm and her empty pillowcase under the other. Remus made a sound of agreement from his place on the floor as he laced her rollerskates up; the velcro straps of her knee and elbow pads were snug. “Maria’s going to have a Halloween-themed birthday party next weekend, but I don’t know if I should wear the same costume or not.”

“You can do whatever makes you happy,” Remus said without looking up as he double-knotted the second set of laces. So much for ‘no skates in the house’, Sirius thought with a wry smile. “If you like this one, great. If you want to try a different one, we’ll figure something out. You’re going to look amazing either way.”

Stella kicked her feet happily when he sat back on his heels and returned his thumbs-up with a fist bump. “Bag,” Sirius reminded her as she wobbled upright and buckled her star-stamped helmet under her chin. She took the pillowcase with a grateful smile and headed for the door.

“Woah, okay, hold on,” Remus laughed. “Our shoes aren’t even on yet.”

“I’ll just wait at the bottom of the stairs!”

“Do you need a hand getting down?”

“There’s a railing, I’ll be fine.”

“No more skinned knees, please!” Sirius called as she opened the front door and began edging her way down step-by-step. He raised his eyebrows at Remus, who simply shook his head and tied the last lace of his boot. “She gets that from you.”

“I resent that statement and decline to confirm or deny it.” He kissed Sirius’ cheek and grabbed Stella’s coat out of the closet. She would refuse to acknowledge her goosebumps until the very last second, but they knew her well enough by then to always pack an extra. “Stella Black-Lupin, if you’re not touching the stairs when we get outside, the skates are coming off!”

The sound of rollerskate wheels coming to a hurried stop muffled Sirius’ suppressed laugh. “Are you done yet?” her hopeful voice asked.

“Lead the way, roller girl,” Sirius said as Remus set the candy bowl on the porch and locked the door behind them. His cape only barely fought the October chill—how Stella remained unfrozen in her shorts, knee socks, and t-shirt was a miracle he would never understand.

“Happy Halloween, babes,” Remus sighed happily, looping his arm around Sirius’ waist. Ten feet ahead, Stella skated backward with a broad grin, her arms spread wide for balance.

Sirius kissed the top of his head. “Happy Halloween, mon loup.”

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Unexpected Guest (Part 11 - FINAL)

Prompt: Imagine working a party and seeing a mysteriously handsome man who captures your entire attention. There’s one catch: you’re engaged to a different man.

Warnings: angst, fighting, negative relationships, flirting, language, smoking (cigs? Is that even a warning? idk)…

Word Count: 3942

Notes: Inspired by Gorgeous - Taylor Swift…Beta’d by my amazing @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and translated by her because she’s perfect. I’m so blessed to call you a friend, love. OFC/OC Jeremy

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In the blink of an eye, seven more months had passed since the last day you had spoken to Jeremy. Since the last blow up that had turned violent, you decided he was just too toxic to keep in your life. So you didn’t talk to him, you didn’t remain friends, you just ended things. It was nastier than you wanted it to be but…hey, that’s life, right?

To say you didn’t feel pain or loss of Jeremy would be untrue. For worse or for better, he had been a huge part of your life for many years. You and him did have good memories, though they may be far back in the past. At one time you did love each other and you loved each other enough to vow your lives to each other.

The shadow of the failed relationship casted itself over you and Bill from time to time, but you tried desperately to keep it off of you. For you knew letting it linger would manifest problems that did not exist.

As for you and Bill, you didn’t want to be in the limelight, at least not to be known as Bill Skarsgard’s girlfriend. It felt cheap. You didn’t want to be something that hung on his arm, you also didn’t want to give Jeremy the satisfaction of feeling he was right and that you were a gold digger. But in a sense, you had a shred of decency to not shove your new romance in Jeremy’s face. That would also cheapen the love between you and Bill.

So for the last six months, you’ve more or less hid out in your LA home. It was the same routine of you doing your job, at the kitchen or at a client site, then home. Sometimes Bill had to go off for interviews all over the globe, and you sadly, couldn’t accompany him, but it was okay. It gave you both room to breathe, to take things slow, to work on your careers. If you weren’t working though, you were at home together, relaxing, talking, playing board games or cards, or even cleaning together. Bill loved the slower pace and not being in a hotel while he was in town, and you loved having a real partner.

But after six months of hiding out, you wanted a real relationship with him. One you’d always dreamed of and deserved.

“I was thinking,” you started suddenly as you and Bill read together on the couch.

“What about?” he inquired softly.

“I’d like to go out tonight…” you suggested.

He dropped his book in his lap and looked up at you with astonishment. “Really?”

“Yeah. We’ve hid out for long enough. Jeremy is going to have to man up and face this one day…And You and I deserve to be a real couple.”

“If you really want to…I’d love to take you out. There’s this new lounge, you’re gonna love it. The food is so you and the drinks–”

You leaned forward suddenly and kissed him, silencing him.

“What was that for?” he asked when you let go of him.

“For being your amazing self,” you gently informed. “Now, let’s go get ready! I wanna go dancing!”

“Then dancing we shall do,” he vowed as he bowed before you.

The two of you skipped off to get ready for a night on the town, and Bill grabbed a very special box from his hidden place in the nightstand, ecstatic to pop the question he’d been dying to ask you since he laid eyes on you.