#oc | kenna

[missladyann]

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credits: gifs → cloé via @colleennwings & dani via @sloanegabe 💖 ; die restlichen grafiken kommen entweder aus der canva-stock pic-bibliothek oder aus den weiten des internets || mmff-schreiberlinge der storys → @freeserenemind @reversereaction @the-doodo (inkl. @hannaleary, ohne die letty & kaleb schließlich gar nicht existieren würden 🤗)

funfact: die ausgewählten schriftarten stellen mehr oder weniger akkurat die handschriften der ocs dar ... ja, feli hat diese alleine deshalb abbekommen, weil das G fast schon wie eine 6 aussieht 😂

[gotham-mechanic]

There is a fucking bee in my room-

[fictionalsownme]

The fact that Damien canonically carried us to bed because we were too drunk to stand lives rent free in my bisexual head aghshhshshnsls 🥲💞

THEY WERE UNIVERSITY-MATES, YOUR HONOR (ft. my self-insert DA to illustrate the concept 😌💞)

You saying that got me thinking that Damien is so bisexual coded idek how to explain it okay. Obviously the fact that the DA is all of us, aka any gender, aka all genders, makes him queer if you believe he has feelings for us (which like HOW COULD YOU NOT) but it doesn't even matter your gender okay... boy is yearning this hard in the 1920s as the MAYOR?? for his DISTRICT ATTORNEY?? Closeted behavior, I feel. Hehehe ANYWAY--

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[makenna-made-this]

Don't think I ever posted this guy but he's a water genasi monk from the same party as my last batch of dnd commissions. Really cool character concept, had a blast getting to work so many sea/nautical themes into this guy's design (and also drawing the super cute baby griffin companion >///< <3<3<3)

[gncrezan]

mind blind 2025 comeback and the first person i thought about was you

JUST AS I FELT COMPELLED TO BAKE CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES TOO. NICK WISEMAN WE'VE NEVER BEEN SO BACK

[kantraels]

normal behavior, functional strike team etc etc

[thekingofthenameless]

Made a post for everyone who wanted to see this 🫡

Taglist: @gaylightisminetocommand, @the-arson-author-gamer, @figureitoutinthemorning, @lets-zofifi-stuff

So I said it was about 2K, right? Thinking it might be around 2.5K at best?

I was wrong. This is 3.5K currently lmao.

Blood in the Dungeon:

Today was the worst day of your entire life, and you’ll never be the same. It started out fine. There was hardly anything going on in the village, so you stayed inside your little house with your son. It had been five days since he’d eaten, and he should have been hungry. You said it aloud as a query when he didn’t bring it up, stroking his head. He glanced up at you, not moving his muzzle from your lap. He softly said that he was fine through your bond, and that was such obvious bullshit you immediately answered that it’s been five days. Your dragon’s expression grew sheepish before his wings fluttered in a shrug. “I can wait.” “Why do you want to wait?” You responded, leaning down to gently kiss your son’s forehead. He savored the contact even more than usual, and you wondered why. “I just…” he sighed, moving closer when you pulled away, pressing his muzzle against your stomach. “I feel like something bad will happen if I leave.” You hummed sympathetically, cupping his cheek. You would have gone with him if you could, of course, but Cleansing Tide was coming. You weren’t feeling your best, to say the least. Cramps came and went to remind you of this damned monthly event, but you could be grateful that you hadn’t started bleeding yet. “I haven’t had any visions,” you murmured. You were stating the obvious, but your son needed reassurance, so it didn’t matter. “Nothing is going to happen while you’re gone. I’ll be fine. We’ll both be fine.” Those words aged as badly as spoiled milk. You sensed Kenna’s magical signature coming closer, at the same time as Charlie heard her footsteps approaching the door. For a moment, neither of you moved, but then Charlie stood, stretching. Your familiar’s muscles were tense despite the action, and you reached up to pet his neck after standing. “It’s just Kenna,” you told your son, whose agitation only got worse. Your dragon growled softly, red eyes alternating between gazing at you and the door. “Something’s wrong,” he finally whispered, bending his head to rest it against your chest. “Why is she here?” “For a visit.” You ran his fingers through the soft fur, scratching his head. “Shh.” A knock made you both look up. Charlie turned to lean into you a little longer, purring softly to calm himself. “We’ll be all right,” you repeated, softly, and you thought it was true, were sure it was then. No one would hurt either of you here. It was all lies.

You separated, but not without giving your baby one last kiss on the forehead. Then you both walked downstairs, you laying a gentle hand on your dragon’s side like so many times before. Kenna smiled at both of you when you opened the door. You were both glad when she stopped treating your son differently, realizing that he was just showing affection in the ways he knew how like you told her. Her long brown hair was fully down and spilling down her back, and she was wearing a red dress that fit her body well. You both wondered if there was some kind of special occasion happening, sharing a mental moment of confusion, but when you asked aloud, she just laughed. “Can’t I wear this because I want to?” “It’s far different than what you usually wear,” you said carefully, not wanting to accidentally be insulting. Her entirely yellow eyes glittered in the sunlight, mirth and something else dancing in them.“It is, isn’t it?” You nodded and patted Charlie’s shoulder, sure that nothing bad would happen with her here. No one wanted to get on the wrong side of an eight-foot-tall orc, after all. Kenna noticed the affection, and Charlie’s agitation would have been incredibly clear to anyone who knew him. “Is something wrong?” She asked curiously, eyes going between the two of you. “Charlie’s hungry, and I’m not feeling my best at the moment.” You didn’t say that he feared leaving you, because you wouldn’t sell him out like that. Your son gave you a grateful glance, and you gave him a small smile in return, even if his fear was obvious to anyone with eyes. “Why would anything bad happen?” She inquired of Charlie, posing it as a question you weren’t supposed to answer. Your dragon faltered. “I… I don’t know. They’re foolish thoughts.” “No, they’re not,” you said softly, stroking him again, and Kenna’s face grew alarmed for a second out of the corner of your eye. But when you turned back to her, it was gone. Charlie looked between the two of you, evaluating. After a few moments, he came to the same conclusion that you did. “Would you… keep him safe?” He asked Kenna, who nodded and smiled. “Of course.” He still hesitated even with that knowledge, before leaning down to bump his head against yours. “I’ll be back soon,” he promised. You smiled, reaching up to stroke his cheek. “I know. I love you.” “I love you too.” He moved away, and Kenna stepped back to give him space. His giant wings spread after he gave you one last glance, then he was gone with a gust of wind. You watched him fade away for a moment before inviting Kenna inside. “Are you not feeling well?” She inquired after sitting across from you. You waved a hand, trying to appear nonchalant, while inwardly hoping she wouldn’t pry further. You are a man. But would others think so, if they knew? “I’m not dying or anything. I’ll be fine in a few days.” She nodded, shifting in her seat as she thought about something. Whatever it was, she didn’t say it yet. Silence settled over you both, and you couldn’t tell if it was comfortable or awkward as she stared off at a wall, nervous. You gave her a small smile when she finally looked back at you, trying to reassure her. She sat up straighter, encouraged as she met your gaze. “I have something to tell you,” she said softly. You nodded, since it was incredibly clear. “What is it?” You asked, dreading her answer, hoping it wasn’t what you thought it was.

But it would explain the dress, her hair, her nervousness. Why she waited until Charlie was gone. But how did she know he was going to leave? She didn’t. She can’t have. It was only a coincidence. “I… I love you.” Her words came out of nowhere. To you. To you. Who knows how long she’d had these thoughts? You froze, any sort of response crashing and setting itself alight, like wood compared to dragon flames. I love you. Your chest hurt. If this was a platonic confession, it would be fine, it would be easy, but it wasn’t. It never was. Kenna waited for you to answer, to reciprocate, more patient than some of the ones before her, but what could you say? The desire in her eyes was all too clear, and… she’d had it this whole time, hadn’t she? Gaining your affections, hoping they’d blossom into romantic feelings, was all Kenna wanted, and you should’ve known. Why did you think she could really be a friend and nothing else? That she’d be different? It was never different. It was never good enough for you to simply be a friend, because that bond was inferior to them, and they always had that ulterior motive. “...What?” You finally got out, hoping against everything else that said it wasn’t, that it was platonic. “I love you,” she repeated, thinking you hadn’t heard, more confident the second time. She looked at your face, into your eyes, seeing what you couldn’t say. “You don’t feel the same way.” You slowly nodded, feeling terrible even though you shouldn’t have. You’d never felt attraction for anyone at all, and you still didn’t understand why everyone focused so much on romance and sexual relations. The sheer thought disgusted you, had since you were young. Most around you were sure it was temporary, that it would be grown out of as you got older, but you never thought so. You whispered otherwise to your baby, who was still so young back then, unable to even eat meat. “No one has ever taken captive of my heart, and no one has filled my thoughts like that. They never will, and if in some- nonsensical way they managed to, you’d always come first.” Charlie knew that it was true, happily snuggling into the warmth of your arms, the embrace that you always, always offered no matter what other feelings reigned. Kenna’s expression shattered as she realized, and you felt even worse. You didn’t want to break her heart, but you couldn’t live a lie. “I love you too,” you whispered, unable to speak any louder. “But as a friend. I’m not… attracted to you.” Silence returned, and this time it was heavy. Then she stood up, fighting back tears, and your heart ached for her despite the reason for her pain. You stood as well, coming closer to her. You wanted to comfort her, lay on a hand on her shoulder, but would she have accepted your touch, your sympathy, when you broke her heart? She looked down at you, and you quietly said “I’m sorry, for what it’s worth.” It’s worth nothing, your brain said helpfully. Your stomach twisted.

“Would you at least let me stay? To honor Charlie?” She asked after more silence. You nodded, words failing you. This was insufferable, and you didn’t know what to do. She liked tea, so maybe you could salvage this by making her a cup. “I can make some tea,” you offered aloud. “No, let me do it,” she immediately answered. “Since… you don’t feel well.” You nodded a second time, because nausea suddenly gripped you, another sign of the damned Cleansing Tide. You sat down again, resisting the urge to put your head in your hands so she wouldn’t worry. A part of you selfishly missed your baby, wishing he was here to be a comforting presence. Kenna’s footsteps alerted you to her company. When you looked up, she held out a cup towards you, a second one in her other hand. “Thank you,” you said softly, taking it. You took a sip, hoping that relief from the nausea would come soon. She sat down across from you, a small smile forming on her face, and maybe, just maybe, things would be all right. You could still be friends. You could still live here. You finished the tea in a few minutes, setting the cup down in your lap. Exhaustion was settling into your bones even though you hadn’t even done anything today, hadn’t started bleeding yet. You wished Charlie was here for a second time, but you wouldn’t be selfish enough to take him away from his food. Maybe you could reach him through your bond, see how he was faring. Or… maybe not. If your voice sounded too different, then your baby would notice, and worry, and come back before he’d finished eating. You thought about it for a few minutes more before your mind strayed to Kenna. Had she told anyone else about her love for you? Or had she held it closely to her chest, and no one else knew? You wouldn’t ask about that, but you could say something else. “I won’t tell Charlie if you don’t want me to,” you murmured, breaking yet another spell of silence. She seemed surprised, but she had to know by now that you told Charlie everything, and he returned the favor. She thought about it for a moment before nodding. “Thank you.” You smiled at her, trying not to show your tiredness. She noticed, though, and asked if you were feeling all right. “I’m fine,” you muttered in response. Your eyelids suddenly felt heavy, and your mind felt as listless as your body. “I don’t… know what’s wrong with me.” “I thought you said you were fine,” Kenna told you, voice sounding so far away. Your head drooped against your will… Soft but giant hands cupped your face… The world went black.

You woke up slowly. Your mind still felt like fog had entered it, but you knew one thing: You weren’t home. Dread pooled in your stomach, settling there as you did your best to scan your surroundings. You squinted in the dim torchlight, hoping your eyes would adapt quickly. You were in a dungeon. The pungent smell of urine and feces made you cough, your nose wrinkling in disgust. It might have been what woke you. You forced the panic that threatened to drown you in its ocean down. It refused to leave entirely, making your body hot, but at least you could somewhat focus. You began attempts to think, asking yourself several questions that could have led to how you got here. Why were you being held captive in the first place? Who were your captors? They know you, the voices said, unbidden, but you brushed them off. Who would know you and want to capture you? Everyone in Silkmoor was a friend. Unable to figure that out yet, you tried to look over yourself. You were sitting down, in chains, wrists and ankles both shackled to the wall. You still had all your clothing, your necklace still rested against your chest, and along with your earrings, your tongue piercing was still in. Your staff, though, which you wore as a ring on your left middle finger, was gone. They must have known it was your weapon. But how? They know you, the voices repeated. They’ve seen your staff in its true form. Oh, be quiet, you responded, even if it never really worked. You could piece everything together after you escaped, which would be easy. You accepted the fact that the fog in your mind wasn’t going away yet, casting a spell to break away your chains. Nothing happened. You tried again, confused. You tried a third time, and it still yielded the same results.

Was it from whatever made you unconscious? Or did you have magic suppressants on somewhere? The chains seemed normal, but they were the only thing that the suppressants could be, weren’t they? Your earrings, you suddenly thought, understanding. It had to be them. A chill ran down your spine when you realized you were cut off from your domain. If you were anyone else, you would have been useless from your magic being taken, but otherwise fine. But you weren’t. Some had said you were made of magic even though they didn’t know your divine nature, and you shuddered to think of what this would do to you, how it would hurt you. They didn’t know you were the god of magic. Would it have changed anything if they did? It might have, or it might have made things even worse, because of the knowledge that they could hurt you so easily. Maybe you would never know. A sudden ache in your chest, in what felt like your very heart, took you by surprise, and you knew what it meant. Charlie was gone. Panic rose again, making your breaths harsh and sharp as your heart pounded. “Charlie?” You called through your bond, not wanting anyone to hear your voice. “Sweetheart, where are you? Are you all right?” Was he captured too? Was he still hunting? Did he know you’d disappeared yet? Was he looking for you? Time passed, and your baby didn’t answer, making you feel ill. What if he was unconscious from the same thing? You would’ve kept worrying if not for the sudden footsteps alerting you to someone’s presence. Your brow furrowed as you listened, because you could swear that you… recognized them, but that didn’t make sense. Did it? Either way, with a little bit of luck, they would at least release you from the suppressants if you acted like the perfect, docile captive. When their guards were lowered, you could escape, find your baby, stitch the events together, and forget this ever happened. Taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself for the stranger you’d have to face.

Kenna stepped out of the shadows instead, and she didn’t seem to notice the stench down here. “Kenna?” You asked, hope rising in your chest. She was here to rescue you, and you could recover from this mental fog, bathe and wash your clothes once you got home. Maybe she even knew how Charlie was faring. But… how did she find you so quickly? She was still wearing her red dress, so not very much time had passed. And how did she already take care of your captors? The cold expression on her face as she walked closer took you aback. She only watched you rather than do anything to help, her eyes wandering down the chains holding you captive. “Kenna?” You repeated, another chill running down your spine. She did this. No. No, she couldn’t have. We were right about your captor knowing you, the voices answered. That’s how they knew your ring is your weapon. She’s seen you use it. She’s seen you fight. No, she wouldn’t. She wouldn��t. She isn’t surprised to see you captive. Of course she knows I’m captive, idiots. She came down here. She stared at you silently, watching the different emotions flickering across your face. You resented your expressiveness for a moment, wishing you could hide under a layer of indifference. “Why did you do this?” You asked quietly, grief and betrayal joining the ache in your chest. You could be wrong, but… Your friend smiled, but it was predatory instead of kind. “That was quick,” she replied, almost seeming proud. “If you keep figuring out things at that speed, this could get boring.” You glared at her, attempts to ignore the ache in your chest futile. Someone else betrayed you, but it was fine. It was fine. You still had your son. …Wherever he was. “Where’s Charlie?” You questioned, anger burning hot and bright alongside everything else. “If you touch a single feather of his-” “Are you really in a position to be making threats?” She interrupted, pointedly looking down at your chains with a smug smile. You wanted to punch it off her face.

More footsteps echoed throughout the dungeon, and it sounded like multiple pairs of feet. Mordecai and Ella appeared, holding hands, and a little bit of hope returned. Maybe they would save you, turn against Kenna. Maybe they didn’t know. That was shattered when Mordecai let go of his wife’s hand and stepped closer, casually leaning against the bars as he watched you. He didn’t say anything, but a little smirk played at his lips, and you hated it. Why were they all being so patronizing? They were your friends. Or… you thought they were. You glowered at him, refusing to hope any more. Finally, he spoke. “Do you know why you’re here, Merlin?” Confused, you just stared at him. Had you accidentally disobeyed some command in the village? They’d loved you. They’d loved your baby. What had you done wrong? “No?” He asked, voice mocking. “Do you need a hint?” He turned to look at Kenna, who was still staring at you, and you wondered what that meant. Was… was this all because you rejected her? Because you didn’t love her in the way she wanted you to? “Is this some sort of joke?” You spat, fury rising again. “You kidnapped me because I didn’t want to court Kenna?” His calm demeanor disappeared, and he slammed his hand against the bars, startling you. “Don’t act so innocent,” he angrily answered. “Do you really think we haven’t heard the rumors?” “What rumors?” You asked quietly, dreading the answer. Mordecai shook his head in disbelief, stepping back before producing a key from his pocket to open the cell. “We’ll get it out of you one way or another.” Fear made your heart pound, and you desperately tried to contact your son again. “Charlie, sweetheart, please answer me. Please.” The door opened with a sharp clang. He walked in alongside Ella, coming up behind you to unhook your chains from the wall. “Stand up,” he said roughly, and you only obeyed because you feared the consequences of not. Your head swam, bile rising in your throat. You tried to force the panic down as they took hold of your arms, pushing you forward. The nausea could be explained by the suppressants if they looked at you and asked. It’s fine. They won’t know. You’re wearing all black. They only way they’d know is- You couldn’t finish the thought, feeling even worse. Your chains dragged along the floor as you walked, the sound grating in your ears. You didn’t ask where you were, or where they were taking you. You refused to let them hear the terror in your voice, and you would find out soon enough.

[bloodyvenomboy]

BITCH WIFE BITCH WIFE BITCH WIFE

[lexyscross]

BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Roman Bridger and Patrick Hockstetter, I'm so sorry I forgot! 🫶🏽 (February 4th)

[moderncivilization]

low quality sneak peak of my middle school oc Kenna (Many Stars) re-designed

[gotham-mechanic]

turns you into a cat

Blinks

Mrrp?

[fictionalsownme]

ISWM captain-sona redraw 🪐💞 (+ some yancy sketches!)

thank you sm for all the love on this blog while I've been gone! with launching the discord & the semester starting it's been a busy time but I'm hoping to come back to frequent posting soon 🥰 if you're in the discord, you've probably already seen these hehe. if you have any requests please send them in & I'll do them in order as I have time! there's been some one's that have been waiting for awhile for v sorry about that! commissions should also open up again soon! see you guys soon!

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[simonsrosebud]

My Freshmen Foxes post TKM

• introductions

• their studies

• kenna pierce

[makenna-made-this]

Delightful little character scene I got to bring to life for a wonderful repeat commissioner of their jackal-in-disguise and trusty axebeak steed. Got to put a lot of fun little details in this one and have the characters play around with the props.

(Bonus Bird Nerd Fact: for the axebeak's color scheme i took inspiration from both osprey and the red-legged seriema, the latter of which is thought to be the closest living relative to the extinct terror birds. Felt appropriate >v0)

Also i spent nearly the entire commission with this meme stuck in my head so i am legally required to subject everyone else to it as well:

[glassgulls]

I need more info about a Kenna and John Price fic. ;)

WELL LET ME TELL YOU....

Ok I have had a few idea's mostly that her father has escaped prison and that he has links to possible arms dealers or something of that ilk that would get the 141 involved. BUT I'm not sure how they would end up she's such a gremlin. I think he would see a little of Simon in her in that she is full of such rage and completely cut herself off from the rest of personal connections.

Maybe her dad and brother were in the army together and the dad kills the brother as a double agent and when he escapes that way? I just want her the have that showdown with her dad. 😂

What will win Kenna's rage and kill him or will she see she's more than that?

TUNE IN NEXT TIME....

Thank you for this @fizzyxcustard! I'm currently brewing ideas now!

[huffle-dork]

I haven’t said but I’mma be in art fight again! I think it’s my 4th active year?? Hopefully I’ll be going the whole month this time!! Im so excited!