#lilja!oc

[can-of-pringles]

Saw someone doing this trend on tiktok so I wanted to do it

[impossible-rat-babies]

lilija - odvirn - brita

siblings of the warrior of light

[trashasaurusrex]

Continuing the Lin making out with XIV girls for pride! Let's go, lesbians!!

[nokikissa]

OC-tober Day 27 - Tattoo

Hahaha even tho the prompt is tattoo Lilja's tattoo ended up not being like the main focus of the pic, oops!

[sakumichisworld]

Happy New Year!…

Okay, jokes aside, it's just funny that instead of Halloween art we got winter art. It's just that Michi decided to start drawing illustrations for the calendar, and as you can see, Lilja’s illustration is for January. Maybe we'll still have time to draw something for Christmas... Atmosphere-wise.

Artwork done by Michi

[shibumi-tanuki]

Updated reference art of my OC Lilja the mermaid

Read more for the first piece I made of her (2 years ago)

[agender-pidgeon]

Sleepy onsen dip.

[sylviazem]

FFXIV Write 2024- Prompt #30: Two Heads Are Better Than One

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"It's all very hazy still," Fjola walked around the ruined village with her mother. "I remember some things. I remember you, but...what happened here?"

"Resistance," Lilja sighed. "The Garleans found us, and turned to violence when we didn't bend the knee. We drove their soldiers out with ease, but..."

"...Gods," Fjola looked where her mother pointed. A huge wreck of a war machine lay against the trees, overgrown with vegetation. "I've never seen Magitek like that..."

"It was nearly unstoppable. We stopped it regardless," there was a hint of pride in Lilja's voice. "The forest recovered from its onslaught, but our village could not. Too many lost their lives, and the rest decided to leave. Now it's just me, and my partner, Aluette."

"Oh, of course," Fjola nodded in her direction. "I never asked your name, sorry! Nice to meet you."

"Hm," Aluette shook her head. "It's fine."

"...Ah! That's right," Fjola suddenly panicked. "D-did you bring the crystal?! From where you captured us?"

"Oh, that dark thing? I have it here," Fjola swiftly snatched it from her mother's hand. "Why was such an awful, misty thing with you and your male companion?"

"...Thank goodness, she seems to be unharmed," Fjola let out a sigh of relief when she inspected the crystal. "It's going to sound strange, but...she's my partner. I know what it must seem like, but she's a good person."

"O-oh! I see," Lilja smiled awkwardly. "Usually, we kill such whisperers from the dark on sight, but...If you say she's trustworthy..."

"She's saved my life countless times, and I can always count on her to have my back in battle."

"Ah, a trusty hunting partner is a good thing to have, indeed," Lilja smiled at Aluette. "Two heads are better than one, as they say."

"Uhh," Aluette looked away from Fjola, scratching her chin in embarrassment. "I'm sorry I shot your girlfriend."

"It's fine," Fjola laughed. "She's not one to hold grudges."

They completed their little tour of the village, and returned to where they started. Fjola hoped that something would have triggered the Echo, and shed more light on her forgotten past, but alas, the Blessing of Light remained as finicky as ever.

"I still don't understand, though," she sat down, and pondered. "What happened to my memory? Why was I in Eorzea?"

"...You still don't remember, then," Lilja sat next to her. "It's...my doing. My fault."

"...Huh?"

"When the metal beast came, I was scared. Unsure if we could defeat it," she held Fjola's hand against her cheek. "I couldn't bear the thought of you dying, so I...I elected to lose you, instead."

"What are you saying," Fjola was confused. "What did you do?"

"I invoked an ancient spell. I entrusted your soul to the star itself, to carry you somewhere safe, far, far away," tears started rolling down Lilja's face. "I knew there were risks, I knew it was forbidden for a reason..! Worse yet, I never asked for your consent...And look what I've done to you..."

"...Flow," Fjola's eyes widened. "You sent me to the Aetherial Sea..! That's why I can't remember...There's nothing left to remember."

"I'm sorry, oh," Lilja slumped against her daughter, and wept. "I'm so, so sorry..."

"No, mother, please," Fjola held her tightly. "Y-you saved me, you didn't do anything wrong..! And I'm here now...I'm here. I found you."

"(She's carried this weight for six long years,)" Aluette whispered to Fjola. "(It's kind of you to relieve her of it. You have my thanks, as well.)"

[writer-of-various]

Drownin' In The Rain

(High School AU)

High School isn't easy, there's drama at school and whatever is happening at home, it just ruins a teen's mental health. An unexpected group of teenagers are about to become friends who need a way out of their shitty lives.

WARNINGS: Use of F-Slur, Violence, Bullying, Implied Abuse

Chapter I / Edward

The ringing of an alarm clock forced awake a young man, his eyes opening the slightest bit and a groan left him as bright light peeked through his wearing curtains. He can smell coffee, the aroma wafting through the cool air as he hears soft muffles from beyond his closed door. A heavy sigh escapes him this time as he slams a pale hand on his alarm clock, shutting it up as he forces himself out of the comfort of his bed. The creaking noise it made had him wincing, careful to place his feet on the equally as creaky floor and shivering at the cold touch of tile against his warm feet. He risks a glance at his clock and feels the slightest bit relieved, he didn't snooze it until it was five minutes before the bell rang this time.

He stands up and stretches, walking over to his closet and grabbing whatever he got his hands on first, sleepily wandering into his bathroom and turning the shower on, waiting for the water to warm up before jumping in and cleaning up. After five minutes, he starts to smell French toast and bacon and hurries up cleaning up, throwing his clothes on and scurrying downstairs. He smiles softly at the sight of his sister, Samantha, and his father talking, Sam helping their father set up the table but his eyes narrow slightly at her attire.

"What are you wearing?" He speaks up and gives an apologetic smile when he realizes he startled both of them, his father giving him a warm smile in greeting before turning his attention back to the French toast. Sam, however, rolls her eyes and places a hand on her left hip.

"Clothes, Eddie. I thought that was obvious." She tilts her head to the side, trying to play innocent but her brother wasn't going to deal with her young teenage attitude so early in the morning.

"If you can call those clothes, Sammy." He says the childhood nickname with a bit more bite and it's Samantha's turn to narrow her eyes. "Most of your stomach is showing and those are not even tights. Look how many holes they have!"

"Hey, I don't judge you when you dress like some old man!"

Their father gives her a look and she gives him a smile, "Not that your outfits are bad, vater."

"I hope not. Enough bickering though, sit down, both of you." They comply, giving each other looks before turning their attention to breakfast, their stomachs growling. Once the food was served, they dug in, and their father watched with a small smile as they ate, although the guilt he felt made him sulk as his plate remained empty, his kids not noticing. When they asked for seconds, he was quick to offer the rest of the food from the pan, placing his clean plate back on the disk rack and taking their plates once they were done. He listened idly as they raced back upstairs to finish getting ready before rushing back down and bidding him goodbye as they headed out the door for school, leaving him alone to his thoughts.

"Remember that girl, Vivian?" Samantha speaks up after a long five minutes of silence and Edward turns the volume down on the radio, humming to let her know to continue. "Well...she keeps...confronting me about not being father's real daughter."

Edward swallows hard, looking at his sister when he stops at a red light, his heart tearing at the look of distress written across the fourteen year old's face.

"I'm sorry, Sam. Have you tried talking to an adult about this? I know she's always giving you a hard time–"

"The adults won't do anything, Eddie! They never have, and they never will. We're different from all the other kids, we're adopted! And ever since mutter died, it's been hard to get by! We wear old shoes, we sometimes don't get to eat at home at all, and we barely get to use this old car whenever we get our gas allowance. It sucks." Samantha huffs out a heavy breath, crossing her arms over her chest as she glares out the window. "Father has done so much to keep us fed and protected, so why does he have to struggle so much with money? He saved us."

Edward turns the car into the middle school parking lot and sighs, putting the car into break and turning to face Sam.

"Life is hard, Sam. Life is also very unfair. Father is trying everything he can do to get more assistance, but with the problems going on with the government...we might not get the checks we need to get by. It's bad enough he was furloughed a few months back and he's barely getting his paychecks in. Just hang in a little more, okay? Be strong for father, for us. And Vivian, don't listen to a single piece of shit that comes out of her mouth, because her mother is a cheating whore and her father is a lazy pig who can't even function a hotel." Samantha giggles at that, giving her brother a thankful smile as she leans over to hug him. He hugs her back, not wanting to let go but he does so reluctantly, wanting nothing more to just ease his sister's worries and her troubles.

"Thank you, Eddie. I gotta go, see you later." Sam hurries and leaves the car, racing up the steps inside her school right as the first bell rang, warning students they have a few minutes to get to class. Edward stares at the doors to the school for a minute longer before putting the car into drive and leaving the parking lot, mentally preparing himself for the hell he is about to step into.

High School.

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Edward gazed at the whiteboard with a bored expression, having muffled the sound of his English teacher's voice since the old man decided to start giving a lesson. He heard snickers a few seats away from him and turned his head slightly, frowning when he saw some of the stereotypical jocks make crude gestures towards one of their classmates, a pretty girl who's grip on her pencil looked threatening. He spared a glance at the clock and his eyes widened when the bell rang, signaling for lunch. The students in the class hurriedly shoved their notebooks into their backpacks and rushed out of the class for the lunch period, Edward taking his time. He looked over to the girl again and saw her walking up to the teacher, talking to him in a hushed voice but Edward knew what she was requesting: a seat change. The teacher looked over to him and seemed to nod at the girl, stepping back a bit and looking over at him again.

"Edward, can you come here?" The teacher called and Edward nodded, slinging his backpack over his shoulder and cautiously making his way over, avoiding eye contact with the girl. "Ms. Alekov here is looking for a new seat and I was wondering if it'll be alright if she were to take the seat next to yours since Mr. McCain won't be returning this school year."

The girl looks up at Edward, and his breath is caught in his throat at how dark her blue eyes were; they were like a storm in the middle of the Pacific ocean, specks of gray resembling the storm clouds while the blue was the darkened sea.

"Uh, yeah. I don't mind." He stutters out, looking away quickly and their teacher claps his hands together, writing the adjustment on the seating chart and thanking them both.

"Thank you." The girl says quietly to him before walking out of the class, and it takes Edward a few seconds to recover from hearing her soft voice before he rushes out of the class as well. He frowns when he doesn't see her walking down any of the halls, tugging the strap from his backpack closer to him as he heads to the library, not in the mood to go to the cafeteria and face the loudness of rousey teenagers.

Ms. Sophia, the school's beloved librarian, smiles when she sees him enter, immediately standing from her seat and holding up a stack of papers stapled together. Upon closer look, Edward groans as he sees a familiar title, his face heating up.

"Mr. Schuster couldn't keep this to himself, he wants you to use this to apply for that science scholarship!" The older woman says in a chirpy voice. Edward takes his article out of her hands, gazing at the title and although his heart swells with intense pride, his mind sulks because the reality is that he'll never get into the college of his dreams. The money is one problem, his main challenge is his self-confidence.

"I don't know..." He finally says, and Ms. Sophia raises a brow.

"Why not? You're in the top 30 of your class, you have amazing grades and perfect attendance! I know it's still early in the year, but this is Senior year, Edward. This is your time to show all those colleges what you are worth." She gives him a knowing smile and Edward hesitates before nodding, his hands trembling as he can imagine himself applying to Harvard, using this article he wrote to win a huge scholarship that other kids are likely to apply for as well.

"Thank you, Ms. Sophia" Edward gives her a warm smile and the woman nods, grabbing something from behind her desk, handing a tray to Edward.

"I grabbed you lunch, I know you hate the crowds. Come, sit down with me. How's Samantha, a d your father?" Ms. Sophia looks a bit flush at mentioning his father, but Edward pays it no attention and sits across from her, letting himself ramble about Samantha and his father. He never once talked about himself, and Ms. Sophia took note of this, concerned about eating at her but she keeps playing it as typical teenage boy behavior. But...was it really?

×××

The end of the school day brought joy to Edward, his fingers twirling his keys as he made his way across the parking lot to his car. He's oblivious to the tall football player who's following him, his day at its peak when it comes crashing down when he's pulled back from his backpack. He stumbles back, the force knocking him down as his backpack is ripped off of him, the sound of it unzipping forcing him to turn around and narrow his eyes at none other than quarterback Lev Kravchenko. But his eyes widen when he sees the taller boy holding his article.

"What's this I've been hearing so much about?" Lev taunts, flipping through the papers harshly, and Edward moves to stand when the quarterback rips one out from the staple, but he's kicked hard in the chest, falling onto his back. A broken cry leaves him and his face heats up in embarrassment and anger, watching as Lev rips the papers and grins maliciously at him.

"Don't bother applying for that scholarship, Fritz" Lev sneers down at him with disgust, "I mean, did you really think any college would want you, when your own parents didn't?" He moves his leg to kick Edward again when a blur runs past him and Lev is tackled to the floor, a smaller yet well built boy punching him swiftly in the face.

"Fuck off, Kravchenko!" The newcomer growls, grunting when Lev throws him off of him and delivers a punch to his stomach, forcing the younger boy to kneel over and hiss in pain.

"You're going to regret that, faggot." Lev growls, spitting at the boy before stalking off. Edward ignores his ruined papers in favor of the boy, limping over to him and offering his hand, which the younger takes with a grateful smile.

"Ignore that asshole, man. He's just jealous he didn't make team captain." The boy says, looking at Edward and sighing. "Really, man, forget him. And don't let him push you around. Sorry about your papers." Edward recognizes the boy, Tommy, or Tank as he hears people call him. He's the new captain for the football team, the youngest person to be elected as such in their school.

"It's fine, I can get another copy. Will you be alright?" Edward's gaze lands on the bruise around Tommy's left eye, and he knew the boy had it before fighting Lev.

"Yeah, they don't call the Tank for nothing! See you around, man!" Tommy is quick to leave, patting his back on his way out and Edward watches him walk away. He had heard the rumors surrounding the other boy, but he won't be like the rest of his classmates and judge the boy. After all, he did beat up one of his own teammates.

With a heavy sigh, Edward gets in his car and drives to Samantha's school, using all his will to not let his tears fall from his eyes.

Everything would get better.

Right?

[cheesecakewitch]

IT'S FORGOTTEN'S ANNIVERSARY! 🐈🌃

 6 years is such a long time! i really can't believe it. thank you to everyone who's supported me over the years, i don't know how to express my gratitude!

[nebulardrip]

17, 31, and 37 for elsine, soleil, and a 3rd oc that has been on the mind recently

Elsine

17. Who are they soft for? Do they find being soft easy or difficult?

Elsine is very soft for her brother! She's very affectionate and loves having prank wars with him. She finds no difficulty in being soft in general, but she would find great difficulty in being soft around her sister for a long time.

31. Your character has been invited to a masquerade ball. What mask do they wear?

A fox mask.

37. Your character has been kidnapped. Who has kidnapped them and how do they escape?

🤔 Good question. She wouldn't get kidnapped by anyone she knows, so I guess some criminal of the sorts. How she escapes would depend on who she was kidnapped by and how much of a threat they are. If it was some mastermind, it might take her a little while to figure out how to escape on her own, if at all. If it was someone who was less clever (I guess like Doofenshmirtz or something), she might have an easier time escaping.

Soleil

17. Who are they soft for? Do they find being soft easy or difficult?

Any guy she is hitting on. Around her crushes, easy. Around her friends, less easily but not with great difficulty.

31. Your character has been invited to a masquerade ball. What mask do they wear?

Hm! It'd probably be something that has hearts.

37. Your character has been kidnapped. Who has kidnapped them and how do they escape?

Violette could kidnap her using hirelings, but Soleil wouldn't really be able to escape without outside help. She'd be very feisty and uncooperative.

Lilja

17. Who are they soft for? Do they find being soft easy or difficult?

She is incredibly soft for her oldest sister, Íris, her father, Elvar, her uncle, Úlfur, and her eventual boyfriend (later husband, unnamed for now). She finds it easier to be soft around people she is close to, but it's harder for her to be soft otherwise.

31. Your character has been invited to a masquerade ball. What mask do they wear?

Some sort of bird mask.

37. Your character has been kidnapped. Who has kidnapped them and how do they escape?

Probably her cousin Gróa's ex-boyfriend, Haukur. She'd escape because her uncle found out or saw and tailed him and he would wreck Haukur.

[forgottencomic]

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[impossible-rat-babies]

thinking about eyrie and bozja again. how it brings back memories of ala mhigo and even further back of their time in dalmasca. how it comes after 5.3 when after the dust settles of returning everyone back to the source, they are still listless and directionless. burdened by the death of elidibus by a grief that is both theirs and not their own. how they are reached out to by reputation by representatives of bozja.

how they leave their linkpearls with Hien and board the boat to gangos and disappear off the map. they know how to use a gunblade, thus they are given a blade and told this is how we fight. and they do it. they so easily slip back into the mindset of a soldier, where this isn’t their responsibility—they are just told what to do. a weapon pointed at the enemy. a symbol to rally behind. the terrible violence they inflict is at best excusable because they are the warrior of light, and at worst is just vengeance repaid twofold.

it’s not until it’s far too late when they “wake up” and realize that they are once again so very, very far from home, and anything resembling good intentions

[valkblue]

Summer Treat Commission for @fatesrpg

[nokikissa]

OC-tober Day 14 - Oldest OC

Sure technically some of my characters are older than Lilja as in years lived because of fantasy species timespan shenanigans, but like if we were to adjust everybody to comparable human ages then Lilja is the oldest one of them

[sakumichisworld]

yellow emoji oc ask!! continue….

questions for lilja!!

🔑 (key) - What’s something your character has never told anyone? Why have they kept it a secret? What, if anything, would make them reveal it?

🏆 (trophy) - What accomplishment is your oc proudest of? Why?

Sorry for the late answer! But here we are taking the time to answer...finally

TW for suicide mention and self-harm

☀️ Yellow Emoji OC Ask ☀️

🔑 (key) - What’s something your character has never told anyone? Why have they kept it a secret? What, if anything, would make them reveal it?

The thing that Lilja will never tell anyone... Perhaps it was how, in early childhood, she tried to end her life. Life in the yakuza is not as rosy and joyful as it may seem—even if you live like a wealthy lady, a small child has its own reasons to lose the will to live. Her maids didn't like the thought of serving a girl instead of a future queen; they often left her alone and ignored her. They didn't mock her, but they treated her like she was invisible, and over time the girl came to hate the very fact of her existence. She regretted being born a girl, tried to cut her wrists with a knife stolen from the kitchen at night, but was saved by the sound of little Satoshi crying from the next room. She wrapped her bleeding arm and went to calm her brother. That wound left Lilja with a scar on her right wrist, but no one has seen it; she rarely wears short-sleeved clothing, and if she does, she hides her left wrist under a wristband or a chunky bracelet. She wouldn't want to reveal this period of her life; after all, no one was to blame for her decision. But if it becomes known, Lilja will hope that this information won't affect people's attitude towards her.

🏆 (trophy) - What accomplishment is your oc proudest of? Why?

Lilja was not used to celebrating any achievements; for her, they were fleeting, like small joys in a rather dull life. But perhaps she could call what she is proud of, that her father recognized her as worthy to be part of the group, and not just a woman. Even if they address her as a man, it still shows her that her birth was not in vain and she is not devoid of value just because she is a girl.

dividers by @/cafekitsune