#oc - cinnamon sunrise

[anonymocha]

Another concept for a SLARPG OC! Behold (2)! Cinnamon Sunrise! I am well aware of the MLP-esque name, it is completely intentional. She is Moxie MiWadi’s girlfriend, and sometimes her uh car. 🚗

Cinnamon is a saloon manager at Mumford. Well… Uhh… Calling it a saloon would be an understatement. It’s actually a 10-feet-tall cutboard cutout of a saloon front with a square hole in the middle of it food-truck-style. Behind the cutout is no other than a magical vending machine and a simple pop-up kitchen. She’s the only employee there. Business is slow due to the saloon being set up in Mumford. Her only customers would be passing adventurers and no other than her girlfriend, Moxie MiWadi. They can’t properly digest her food and drinks, though.

On occasions, she would close shop and stock up on food ingredients, venturing beyond the Celestial Wastelands with her pardner.

EDIT: I colored her :3 Original sketch before edit here!

[moonstrider9904]

Never eat a furry beet and other valuable life lessons

Chapter 4 of Le Coeur

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Chapter summary: When Nea invites Steb over to her apartment for the first time, a quiet movie night results in both Nea and Blu getting tipsy.

Tags/warnings: Steb x Original Female Character, other OCs are in the fic as well. Canon divergence, flirting, pining, crushes, teasing, fluff, alcohol consumption and mild drunkenness.

Word count: 7.2k

Music: how many times, le coeur

A/N: Happy new year 2025, everyone! Sorry for taking longer with this chapter. I would have written this quicker, but I got a gigantic cold and only had so much brain space. Anyways, thank you to everyone who reads this and to the lovely people who comment. You all give me so much life 💖

To be the pastry chef of the Coffeewick meant being up considerably earlier than most of the people in Piltover. Blu was so used to it that she would often be awake that early even if it was a day off, and while most would whine about an early schedule, Blu cherished the opportunity to see the sky getting brighter with the sunrise. Her fuzzy, mouse-like ears would twitch in the direction of bird song, and her feet would carry her around in little dances in front of the oven while the pastries baked, oftentimes without her even realizing her acts. She could tell what time it was by the amount of people walking outside the coffee shop and the sounds that came from the street as well as from the Coffeewick's second story; Blu was all too familiar with the sound of water running through the pipes within the walls letting her know that Nea was already awake.

On that particular day, the water began running through the pipes about an hour sooner than it usually did, and the moment it began sounding, Blu stood completely still and stared at the spot in the wall where the pipes hid behind with her brows furrowed together like her own knitting needles. Had Nea mentioned she'd be up earlier? If so, for what? Blu could recall every detail from her century-and-a-bit-more of life, but she didn't recall Nea mentioning anything about getting up exactly one hour before she usually did on that day. Blu shrugged it off and continued her own activities, figuring she'd eventually find out the reason behind Nea's sudden change in habit.

But the next thing that caught Blu's attention was that, despite Nea having gotten up a whole hour before, she didn't head downstairs to begin prepping the Coffeewick earlier. It would seem that Nea's spare hour would be dedicated to her place, and Blu could pick up sounds of steps and shuffling from upstairs in the meantime, but it was hard to guess what Nea was doing without getting too creative or too dull. She could have been doing anything from getting a head start on cleaning to rearranging the apartment to house a dragon egg—one wouldn't know until they saw Nea's place.

There was some idle time in which her pastries would only sit in the oven and bake, and Blu decided to head up the stairs and figure out what was going on with Nea. She gave three gentle knocks on the door before opening it and letting herself in, and at first glance, Nea's apartment was unchanged. Squinting her eyes in mild suspicion, Blu stood under the doorframe and looked around, finding telltale signs of Nea's antics from furniture surfaces without a spot of dust on them to the faint scent of cinnamon-apple that filled the apartment. Finally, Nea emerged from her bedroom looking fully ready to head down to work, and she smiled brightly at Blu when she noticed the Yordle standing there.

"I'm just about to head down," Nea said.

"I heard you were up earlier," Blu stated.

"Yeah," Nea confirmed nonchalantly.

"So, what gives?" Blu put her Yordle paws on her hips. "You never clean before work, and even when you do clean, you never leave the place looking so..." Blu looked around the apartment again as she searched for the correct words. "Effortlessly perfect."

"Thanks," Nea smiled. "I was going for that."

Blu raised a brow. "But why?"

Nea's look of relaxed confidence turned into that of a puppy who'd just made a mess on the carpet and knew he was in for a spanking. "Okay, I have a confession to make."

"Oh, yay," Blu deadpanned.

"I couldn't exactly leave this cleaning for after work because, well..." Nea began as her cheeks started getting pink. "I'm gonna need the time after work to touch up my makeup, do my hair, change clothes, lay out snacks..."

Blu tilted her head. "Impromptu movie night?"

"Yes," Nea said. "But... not with you."

"Oh, just say who you invited," Blu blurted.

"Steb."

Blu's eyes widened in shock and a hint of protest. "Um... what?"

"I invited him over," Nea said. "He's coming here tonight and we're just gonna hang out."

A series of emotions ran past Blu's eyes from curiosity to distaste.

"Um... how did that happen?" Blu walked herself over to stand in front of Nea.

"Well, you'll be pleased to know that despite the bird incident, your party wasn't a failure," Nea began.

"None of my parties are failures," Blu intervened. "Go on."

"And judging by the fact that he felt he needed to bring someone to a large gathering, I figured maybe something more lowkey would help Steb feel more at ease," Nea explained. "So a simple night to hang out and talk seemed alright. I was waiting for him to know when he'd be off duty so that he could hang out without any pressure, and, well, tonight's the night."

"The night for what?" Blu pressed.

"For us to finally be alone together for a bit," Nea replied calmly. "Get to know each other."

"Unchaperoned?" Blu questioned.

"Oh, unclutch your pearls," Nea snickered. "You sound like a first generation councilman."

"Look, he seems nice and I get you like him but don't you think it's a little soon for you two to...?" Blu asked, and her eyes suddenly widened in shock before she ran herself to Nea's bedroom. Nea followed after her and saw Blu was searching the top of her made bed and her bedside tables as if she were looking for clues in a crime scene.

"What are you doing now?" Nea leaned on the doorframe and crossed her arms.

"Trying to find rose petals, aphrodisiac scented candles, anything that might suggest-" Blu paused to shudder. "I don't even want to think about it."

"Okay, just stop," Nea reached for Blu on her bed and set her down on the ground, kneeling in front of the little Yordle. "I'm not planning on getting into bed with him tonight. So you can stop worrying about that. All I want is to spend some time with him. But if it makes you feel better, you're invited. I'm sure he won't have any problem with you being there, and neither will I."

"Really?" Blu frowned, but Nea could pick up on the softness hidden behind her furious mask.

"Really," Nea replied. "If he's gonna come here more often, he'll have to get used to you either way."

"Get through me first is more like it," Blu muttered.

Nea leaned in and hugged Blu tight, just enough not to squeeze the air out of the Yordle. "Thank you for looking out for me."

Blu finally softened and leaned her head on Nea's shoulder. "Can I pick the movie?"

"Only if you don't hog the potato chips," Nea replied softly.

"Deal," Blu gently pulled away from the hug. "Now, I have to get back to check the oven."

"I'll be right down," Nea replied. "And don't you worry about a thing. I'm the one who should be nervous for tonight."

Blu giggled. "Wait 'til I tell Donnie and Lily about this."

Nea chuckled. "Knock yourself out."

Feeling mildly less distaste for what the night had in store for her, Blu retreated downstairs one more time and checked on her pastries. Not long after that, Nea went downstairs to open the Coffeewick, and from that moment on, it was business as usual. Blu kept a close eye on Nea, finding that even with the plans she had for the night, Nea was fairly focused on the job. She wasn't giggling like a schoolgirl or constantly blushing, she wasn't confused or off in a daze. She was simply Nea, the trustworthy, professional barista acing every order in the queue and brewing every cup with the same intent and passion.

For a moment, Blu felt as if her best friend wasn't being taken away.

Still, the day went by quickly, and it was time to close in what felt like a blink of an eye. Surely, the hours had zoomed by as quickly as Nea had wanted them to, and with the Coffeewick closed up, Nea was ready to head back upstairs to her apartment. She changed into one of her nicest sweaters, a fitted black one that was more like a wool blouse that greatly enhanced her silhouette and had a wide outstanding neckline that nearly reached her shoulders and showed off her collarbones. She styled her short hair into curls rather than the usual waves, and she touched up her eye makeup and lipstick. She didn't add any blush to her cheeks. It was enough simply to think about Steb for her to feel the apples of her cheeks turning pink, and if she dwelled on the thought of her welcoming him into her home and sitting next to him on the couch, she'd be flustered enough to be on the verge of swooning.

Finally, Nea sprayed herself with her favorite perfume. She took one last look at herself in the mirror and feared for a moment she may have dolled herself up a little too much for a simple night watching movies on the couch, but she brushed off the thought. As simple as the encounter would be, it was worth cleaning up nice. Steb was worth it. And with a little smile at her reflection, Nea wandered from her room to the kitchen and set out all the snacks that they would need on the coffee table in front of the couch, making sure not to neglect the bowl of chips specifically meant for Blu. Outside, the sun was beginning to set, indicating that the time for the date to begin was near—was it really a date? Nea still wasn't very sure what to call it. Either way, Steb would be there soon, and Blu would probably be at Nea's doorstep in mere seconds.

When the sky outside was almost dark, Nea heard the doorbell ringing from downstairs. Coming to a brief halt, Nea looked around her apartment to make sure one last time that everything was in top shape, and in her stillness, she could feel her heart beginning to race. Finally, she let herself out the door and down the stairs, approaching the Coffeewick door. Nea couldn't help the wide grin that appeared on her lips when she opened the door for Steb, and when he smiled back at her, she let out a little giggle.

"I'm so glad you made it," Nea said as she invited him in.

"Thanks," Steb said, making the one-syllable word sound elegant in his thick accent. "I just still think it's lucky both of our days off lined up for tomorrow."

"That just means we can enjoy movie night even more," Nea said, her tone shy and hopeful as her eyes appeared to shine at Steb.

In return, Steb gave her a chivalrous smile. "I'd like that."

As Nea closed and locked the door again behind them, the two shared a gentle look in silence. It let Nea observe what he chose to wear that night, dark trousers and a gray wool sweater with a white collared shirt underneath. She could feel the words glaring behind her lips, aching to come out, but it still felt too soon to utter how handsome he looked. For that night, she'd continue keeping that fact to herself.

"You look..." Steb began, contradicting Nea's inner decisions. "You look nice."

Nea's eyes widened slightly in surprise, but she smiled at him in return. "You think so?"

"Yes," Steb smiled shyly, wondering how much further it would be appropriate to take the compliment. "Curls suit you."

"It's one of my favorite styles," Nea gave her head a wiggle, and the curls crowning her head followed. "You, um... you look nice too."

Steb opted to remain silent this time, but the gentle look in his eyes spoke of gratitude and undeniable affection. The tender nature of the moment made it feel like they had lingered on each other's gazes for an age, and Nea began to feel like perhaps it was time to move things to the apartment. She gestured to Steb to begin moving deeper into the Coffeewick, and she led the way past the darkened coffee shop to the staircase until they made it to the second floor and were just outside Nea's door.

"This is it," Nea said, reaching for the doorknob.

"It felt... strange, seeing the Coffeewick empty and from the inside," Steb observed.

"Oh, I know what you mean," Nea said. "I feel it too. But the Coffeewick deserves her rest too."

"Of course," Steb agreed as Nea opened the door, and when he was granted a clear sight of the place where she lived, he found himself unable to focus on anything other than the Yordle who stood on the coffee table with her back turned on them as she reached into the bowl of chips.

"Hands up, chip thief," Nea joked.

Blu turned around on the coffee table and shoved one last handful of chips into her mouth, after which she hopped from the table to the sofa and plopped down on it. "I picked the movie."

"Good," Nea stepped inside and let Steb in as well. "I told Blu she could join us, I hope that's okay."

"Of course," Steb smiled at her. "It's nice to see you again."

Blu seemed to hesitate for a moment, a sight so rare for someone as sharp-tongued as her, but she gave Steb a cheeky little smile.

"Of course it is," Blu said. "I'm a delight."

Nea playfully rolled her eyes and started making her way toward the kitchen, but first, she gave a quick glance at Steb. "Make yourself at home. Do you want something to drink?"

"Sure, I'll come with you," he said as he began to follow.

"'Kay," Nea smiled. "Blu, do you wanna put the movie in?"

"Yep," Blu hopped from the couch and went towards the television.

Meanwhile, Nea made her way swiftly towards her kitchen, knowing the steps all too well, but Steb inevitably lingered in his pace, observing as many details as he could. He found himself comforted by the earthy colors of the walls and the forest greens of the blankets and cushions on the living room. He found the warmth of the apartment enjoyable, and even with the snacks that had already been laid out, the place quite obviously smelled of coffee, though the scent was delicately mixed with the aroma of flowers, mainly lavender and rose. He stopped and looked, though not for too long, at the different potted plants around the apartment, each one well taken care of, and overall the cozy aura of the place was enticing, inviting him to spend his days and nights there.

Of course, the company he'd find in that apartment was very inviting as well, and when his thoughts circled back to Nea, Steb observed her as she took out a bottle of stout ale from the fridge.

"Blu, do you want a beer?" Nea called.

"You know which one I like!" Blu replied from the living room.

"What about you?" Nea asked Steb.

"I wouldn't mind one," he replied somewhat shyly, feeling out of place for a moment between these two lifelong friends.

"Light or dark?" Nea asked.

"Light, please," Steb said.

"Okay," Nea said as she took out one more bottle of dark beer and one of light.

"You and Blu drink stouts?" Steb's voice carried obvious surprise in it.

"We like our beer like we like our coffee," Nea said. "My liver's used to it by now, but don't be surprised if Blu begins asking some very forward questions halfway through the second bottle."

"Yes, fear me," Blu mumbled from the living room.

Nea giggled and acknowledged Steb again. "Would you like a glass?"

"Bottle's fine," Steb replied.

With little more, Steb and Nea made their way back to the living room, drinks in hand. As Blu finished setting up the film, Nea handed her the bottle of stout, which Blu took with a little grin.

"Why, thank you," Blu looked adoringly at the bottle. "Come to mama, my sweet, bitter little baby."

Nea chuckled when Blu began drinking from the bottle, and even Steb couldn't help but laugh softly at the sight of the little Yordle gulping down beer from the bottle angled nearly vertically as she held it in her little paws. Then, Nea and Steb sat side to side on the sofa, facing the television, and once more their gazes met, prompting a shy little smile from one another. On the screen, the film was just starting, followed by Blu pit-pattering her way around the coffee table with her beer in hand. She set it down on the coffee table and hopped on the couch, shamelessly sitting herself between Steb and Nea, and when she was fully seated, Blu made grabby hands at her beer on the table.

Steb and Nea shared another look, this one full of mischief and amusement at the Yordle's antics. Steb reached for the beer before Nea and handed it to Blu, who looked at him with a certain degree of approval.

"Hm," Blu said as she took the bottle. "Good move, officer. Pass the chips."

"Blu, say please," Nea reminded.

"I'll say thanks for the chips," Blu added.

"Here you go," Steb said as he gave her the big bowl of salty snacks.

"Thanks," Blu said and snuggled into Nea's frame.

"So, what movie did you pick?" Nea asked her.

"Only a timeless classic," Blu replied as a delicate piano melody began playing on the screen.

"Oh my," Nea giggled. "You actually picked Arrogance and Prejudgment?"

"Yes," Blu snickered. "You remember the tradition, right?"

"When it gets to the potato scene, we both quote the phrase in unison," Nea recited.

"And then we drink," Blu snuggled deeper into Nea. "I like movie night."

With a little giggle, Nea looked at Steb again. "Are you comfy?"

He nodded. "Yeah, thanks."

Nea blinked with a little grin. "Let me know if you need anything."

He gave her a quiet smile in return, and though they would have loved more conversation, both Steb and Nea felt that if they talked during the movie, Blu would have their heads. The movie played its course, and as it was with every rewatch, Nea enjoyed every bit of it the way she always did. The only difference was that Steb was present; knowing looks and lingering gazes were exchanged, and even with Blu sitting between them, Nea and Steb could feel how close they were to one another. It added a sweet variety of tension to the hours as they passed by, and even in the absence of words, it was what Nea had wanted—time spent near him, and the fortune of gazing upon him simply by looking at her side.

The movie eventually came to its end, and each one in that living room had roughly two drinks down. Even with the quantity being the same, the three were all at a different level of inspiration, with Steb being fully in his five senses, Nea with a faint sensation of lightheadedness she wasn't sure came from the ale or the extended proximity to Steb, and finally, being the worst of all, Blu quietly giggling to herself as multiple thoughts crossed her mind.

"We should watch that again," Blu slurred as she tumbled off the couch, falling with a light thud on the carpet. The sight prompted a laugh from Nea, one that brought to light just how tipsy she was.

"Oh my gosh, are you hurt?" Nea asked as Blu stood up and began a wobbly stride towards the kitchen.

"Yes," Blu mumbled. "On the inside. It needs alcohol."

Nea snickered.

"Are you sure you can handle another drink, Blu?" Steb asked when he noticed the Yordle reaching into the fridge for another three bottles.

"What, you wanna give me advice?" Blu challenged as she closed the fridge and made her way back to the sofa. She gave Nea one of the bottles and kept the other two for herself, giggling as she climbed on the coffee table and took a seat. "Fun game. Gimme advice, fishy boy, I dare you."

Steb turned towards Nea, his aquamarine eyes full of concern. In her lightheadedness, Nea suddenly wished he wasn't looking at her like that, but then again, any expression he could adopt would have the same effect on her. She wasn't fully sure she'd be able to resist him, and against her will, she grinned widely at Steb, and a dreamy sigh left her as she unconsciously stirred on the sofa and shifted her weight towards him.

"She's fine," Nea said. "She'll mumble nonsense and then pass out, but we're at home, so there's nothing to worry about."

"If you're certain," Steb told her, not at all oblivious to the change in Nea's aura.

Slowly, Nea nodded and smiled at him. "I am. But thanks for worrying. Now, please, humor her."

Steb chuckled, and he figured he'd enjoy himself as well. By logical deduction, he'd determined that the third bottle of ale was meant for him, and he reached across the coffee table in an attempt to take it only to earn himself a fluffy slap on his hand coming from Blu's hand. When he met eyes with the Yordle, she was frowning, looking about as ruthless and menacing as a marshmallow.

"Valuable piece of advice number one," Blu slurred, pausing to hiccup. "Never take a bottle from a Yordle."

"I thought—" Steb began.

"Never," Blu reiterated.

"Behave," Nea reminded her friend.

"Valuable piece of advice number two!" Blu enunciated as she attempted to stand up on the coffee table, only to quickly find out she was too woozy to properly keep balance and sat down again. "Never—hic!—ever eat a beet if it's furry."

Steb laughed softly and tilted his head. "Why?"

Blu directed an unamused look at him. "What do you mean, why? It's a beet! It's not supposed to have fur." Blu looked at Nea. "Can you believe this guy?"

Nea quietly chuckled and looked over at Steb with a little spark in her eyes. As Steb looked at her too, he felt a sensation in his chest, perhaps that of his heart swelling at the sight of her curled up on the couch hugging one of the cushions and looking up at him in adoration. He couldn't help but smile softly at her, and he found himself controlling the urge to reach out and take her in his arms—not only would it be wrong in her current state, but he didn't need Blu lunging toward him in an attempt to end him, funny as that would be.

"Valuable piece of advice number four!" Blu said as she tried to hop from the coffee table to the armchair.

"You skipped a number, genius," Nea said as she reached out and helped Blu get on the chair.

"Valuable piece of advice number five," Blu continued, unbothered, as she found a comfy seated position on the arm chair, holding her beer not unlike a child would hold their sippy cup. The Yordle looked over at Steb and, for a moment, an unavoidable seriousness peered through the tipsy cloudiness of her overall aura. "Don't you dare break this woman's heart."

In the few seconds it took for Blu's words to sink in, Nea felt herself sobering up as well. An alarming embarrassment threatened to creep up on her, and just before she could slip into overdrive and erupt in attempt after attempt to convince Steb that Blu didn't know what she was saying, the Vastaya let out a deep, soft laugh and he too straightened his posture, looking deep into Blu without a hint of hesitation.

"I wouldn't dream of it," Steb assured.

With his words, the plethora of worries that had invaded Nea vanished. Her features softened and her chest sank with the soft exhale that left her as she turned around to face him, and for a moment, she didn't know whether to thank him or to confess her feelings to him. But even in her lightheadedness, she knew that worrying or speculating, much less hiding from him, wasn't an option anymore, and with that realization, a smile curved her full lips. Steb's gaze then landed on her, smiling softly at her as well—if she had looked beautiful before, the current sight of her had Steb feeling as if he'd swallowed a box of fireworks, about to burst in the many things she made him feel.

"Then my work here—hic!—is done," Blu said and brought the beer bottle up to her snout, downing its entire content before setting it aside. With one more hiccup, she curled up on the armchair facing away from them and mumbled a few things no one else was able to make out, and in seconds, she fell asleep.

Giggling softly at the sight of her furry friend sleeping like a baby—as if she hadn't just chugged a whole beer—Nea turned around on the couch and faced Steb again. As she looked at him, she could feel her entire guard being let down, and she smiled dreamily at the man in front of her. Everything around her seemed blurry, but no less enchanting, and Nea felt her heart skip a beat when Steb shifted closer to her on the couch. His eyes held a blend of concern and affection in them, and the first thing he did was reach for the bottle in her hands when it tilted in a perilous angle that would let all the liquid drain from it, a fact that had been irrelevant to Nea before he reached to grab it. He took it from her and set it on the coffee table only to look at her again, managing a soft smile.

“Are you okay?” Steb asked.

Nea smiled and hummed in approval, feeling her body angling itself closer to Steb as his deep, rich voice allured her not unlike the song of a siren.

“Yeah,” Nea replied. She looked at him and her hopeful grin widened and a shimmer adorned her gaze. “Did you really mean that?”

Steb chuckled and found no harm in answering. “Every word.”

With another soft hum, Nea found herself ever closer to Steb. Her hand hovered over to his forearm and delicately brushed down toward her hand, lingering on the sensation of the wool beneath her fingers. The bottles of beer finally caught onto her, dimming her senses, and she was barely able to register the flash of recognition in Steb’s eyes when she leaned even closer to him and perked her lips up, intent on sealing the space between them and indulging in the perfect first kiss she��d been yearning for. But instead of feeling his lips on hers, Nea suddenly felt a force applied against her shoulders followed by the sound of Steb’s voice hazily filling her ears.

“No, darling,” Steb said as he gently kept her at bay.

“What?” Nea whimpered. “Steb…”

“You’ve had too much to drink,” he stated.

“No…” Nea’s whole face dropped into disappointment, well near breaking Steb’s heart, but a kiss in those conditions was out of the question for him. Delicately, Steb took Nea in his grip and helped her up to standing, and his own resistance built tension up in him as he looked at Nea, so beautiful yet so far off in a distant world.

“Oh, dear,” Steb said so quietly, just barely above a whisper. “I don’t know if I’d rather you remember this when you’re sober or not.”

“You don’t want to kiss me,” Nea mumbled.

Steb felt the words she spoke burning through his skin. “I do. Believe me, I do…”

From the couch to her bedroom, the only thought Steb could register was how much he’d only wanted to kiss her since he met her, how it ached to long for her embrace, her dark brown eyes gazing into him, waking up beside her in gentle sunlight… It hurt to even think that any part of Nea might suspect he wanted anything other than that, but now wasn’t the time to prove her wrong. When they arrived at her room, Steb sat Nea down on the bed and he kneeled in front of her.

“Hey,” Steb said. “I’m gonna get you a glass of water, and I’ll be right back, okay?”

Nea nodded softly, but she didn’t say anything else. Steb got up to head to the kitchen, but he stopped in his tracks when he felt Nea grabbing his hand.

“Wait,” she said, with a brief hint of desperation in her voice.

“Yes?” Steb’s whole frame softened when he looked at her again.

“Don’t go,” Nea pleaded.

“I’m just going to the kitchen,” Steb reassured her. “I’ll be right here with you until you can fall asleep, okay?”

Nea gave a soft nod and let her hand drop, letting go of Steb. Through the buzz, she could recognize the tenderness of Steb’s gaze as he looked upon her, and with a few quiet steps, he was out of her room. As he made his way through the cozy little apartment, he didn’t forget to check on Blu as she slept on the couch—she was still positioned on her side and her breathing was deep and steady, giving no reason for concern. Steb then finished his way into the kitchen and, though he didn’t love the idea of rummaging through Nea’s cupboards, he found a cup and filled it with water to take it back to her room.

When he arrived, Steb was greeted by the sight of Nea sleeping already, curled up on her side in a fetal position facing the bedside table. Of all the ways Steb had pondered on the slightest possibility of seeing her sleeping soundly near him, he didn’t think it would involve her being drunk. In fact, he would have hoped it wouldn’t be the case had he ever stopped to consider that course of events. But things were as they were, and all in all, Nea did look adorable. With a soft smile, Steb set the glass of water down on the bedside table and turned off the lamp, and he reached for the blankets on the opposite side of the bed, folding them over to cover Nea so she’d be warm. He then left the room and opted to leave the door open, making it easier for him to hear if she needed him throughout the night.

When Nea had fallen asleep, she had no recollection of what time it was, and no such conscience until the first moment she felt sunlight gleaming on her eyelids the following morning. She didn’t even remember at what point during the night she’d gotten up to drink the now empty glass of water that rested on her nightstand, but as soon as she’d remembered who’d left it there for her, all the embarrassment returned. With a grimace, Nea pulled her blanket over her face and pressed her palm to her forehead in an effort to soothe the cringe and the piercing headache, and the realization that she couldn’t do anything to undo the way she drunkenly came onto Steb plunged a void right in the middle of her chest. She hoped to avoid facing anything and anyone that day—thank goodness it was the Coffeewick’s day off—like a troll retreating to a cave for as long as the sun lit the sky.

Nea got up from her bed and decided not to open the curtains just yet. As she made her way to the door, she wondered a lot of things, mainly how she would ever make it up to Steb. Now in the living room of her apartment, Nea squinted and used one of her hands to shield her eyes from the natural light that peered in through the windows, and her feet carried her over to the armchair where Blu was still sleeping as soundly as ever. Nea remembered seeing Blu curled up on one side, but in that moment, she was splattered face down with a blanket covering only half of her body, and Nea couldn’t help but laugh quietly at the sight. Blu looked as if the three bottles of beer she’d had the night before were actually full of hard liqueur.

When Nea laughed, she quieted down instantly when she heard a deep, sleepy moan coming from the ground, and she quickly faced the direction of the sound to find Steb sleeping on the carpet, his head and lower back supported by the cushions from the couch. One of his forearms covered his eyes, shielding him from the light, and he was almost entirely scrunched—Nea feared he’d been cold all night. She then looked at the coffee table and realized it was spotless. The empty bottles had been rounded up and placed next to the trash chute, the bowls of chips had been emptied and cleaned, and whatever droplets of beer or crumbs had been lying around the furniture weren’t there.

Nea looked at Steb’s sleeping figure and it dawned on her. She realized the motivation behind all his actions, particularly—and perhaps, especially—his decision to not kiss her the night before when she wanted to. Though part of her would have wished he would have left to avoid further embarrassment, now she was happy he’d stuck around if only to thank him for tidying up when he didn’t have to. She smiled at the sight of him and controlled the urge to plant a gentle kiss of gratitude on his forehead, and instead, she turned towards Blu.

With the lightest touch, Nea lifted the blanket off of Blu and draped it over Steb, hoping to give him some sort of comfort in what clearly was not an ideal sleeping position, and then she picked Blu up from the couch and headed for the door. In little time, Nea was in Blu’s apartment setting the Yordle down on her bed for her to keep sleeping to her heart’s content, and Nea then returned to her own apartment, taking her time with each step she took. Perhaps she’d brew a pot of coffee—whether it was for the hangover or to cure a night of poor sleep, coffee was never an inadequate form of gratitude. She reached for the doorknob of her place and twisted it, pulling the door open with her gaze trailed on the living room where Steb was sleeping, and when the scene was revealed to her, she found he wasn’t there anymore.

“Good morning,” Steb’s deep, rich voice emerged from her bedroom.

She found him standing under her doorframe and smiled at him, closing the door behind her.

“I heard the door and thought Blu had gone on her own,” Steb said. “I thought I’d check in on you, but then saw you were gone.”

“Yeah, I took her,” Nea said, giggling at the memory of how she found Blu on the couch. “There’s no way Blu’s gonna move on her own.”

Steb laughed softly and walked over to Nea. “And… how are you?”

When she saw how tenderly he looked at her, Nea nearly broke into a flustered amalgamation of embarrassment and thanks. Judging by the way Steb’s eyes softened at her, she knew all the emotions must have manifested in her gaze, and Nea chose to lead with the one thing that was eating her inside, prompting her to cover her eyes with her hands.

“I am so sorry about last night,” Nea whimpered.

“Hey, come on,” Steb comforted. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I put you in a difficult position, and I shouldn’t have…” Nea uncovered her eyes and looked at him again. “It wasn’t supposed to happen, I’m sorry for letting myself go like that.”

“You had a couple beers in your own home,” Steb reassured. “Don’t apologize for that.”

“I tried to kiss you!” Nea blurted.

Steb chuckled softly, his ears giving a faint wiggle. “I’m… honestly flattered by that.”

“Don’t tease me,” Nea looked away from him.

“I’m not,” Steb reached, albeit without thinking, for her hand and squeezed it gently. The gesture instantly brought her eyes to look at him again, and though he considered for a moment swatting her hand away in regret, he kept it there and his ocean eyes softened as he continued to look deep into her.

“I mean…” Nea began. “It’s not like you don’t know how I feel…”

Her words abandoned her mid sentence, but she didn’t need them. Steb knew what she was trying to say, and the only thing that would pain him was for her confession to be clouded by remorse. He’d turn that around if he could, and in his eyes, he still had the chance. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze and smiled at her, gesturing with his eyes toward the kitchen.

“You need to eat,” Steb said. “And hydrate.”

Still holding her hand, Steb led her toward the kitchen and stood in front of her fridge. “Mind if I make us some breakfast?”

Nea smiled at Steb with mild disbelief and she gave a soft nod. With her approval, Steb opened the fridge and looked around before taking out eggs, ham, and cheese.

“Here,” Nea went to the pantry and took out oil for the pan Steb was already putting on the stove, as well as a spatula and a whisk.

“Let me,” Steb smiled at her. “I wanna spoil you a bit.”

Nea felt herself blushing furiously. “Steb, you really don’t have to…”

“I want to,” he emphasized. “Scrambled?”

“What?” Nea asked.

“Are scrambled eggs okay?”

She chuckled and let him take the lead. “Yes, that sounds perfect.”

With that confirmation, Steb ignited the stove top and got to cooking, and in no time, the kitchen smelled amazing. Nea paused for a few moments to watch him move around the kitchen, until she moved on her own and prepped the coffee maker to brew a whole pot.

“So, you also brew coffee on your days off?” Steb asked her, still focusing on the eggs frying on the pan.

“Of course I do!” Nea beamed, walking up to him when she was able to leave the coffee maker to its own devices. “Coffee’s something I love.”

Steb could feel her proximity, and when he noticed the way she was looking at him, he turned off the stove so he could focus fully on her, his eyes beckoning her to speak up in the gentlest manner. Nea smiled softly at him, and her own gaze continued to hold an apologetic tone to it.

“Thank you,” she said, looking around the apartment for a couple seconds before looking at him again. “You didn’t have to clean up, by the way. But… thank you. For everything.”

Steb smiled at her and angled his body to face her. As he looked at Nea, he could see her anticipation growing when her eyes sparkled up at him again and her chest began to heave in soft pants.

“Steb?” She pronounced his name so endearingly, full of hope.

“Yes?”

“I…” Nea blushed. “I can think straight now.”

Steb gave a soft chuckle. “I’m sure you can.”

Nea’s smile widened. “So… Can I kiss you?”

The frills around Steb’s eyes flared in subtle waves as his own smile widened at her, and with a delicate grip, Steb rested his hands cupping Nea’s neck, his thumbs gently brushing the bases of her jaw. The adoration in his aquamarine gaze faded into something quieter, but no less adoring, slowly leaning down closer to her.

“Can I?” Steb asked her quietly.

Nea giggled. “Yes.”

No more barriers were placed, and beaming with joy, Steb leaned down to close the space between them. The initial contact of their lips was warm and unprecedentedly soft, both moving in tandem like waves dancing on a shore. Steb smiled into the kiss when he felt Nea’s chest rising with a deep inhale infused with soft surprise and a tender shyness that faded when she let her hands brush up his shoulders, resting on his broad frame. In turn, Steb took one of his hands to the back of Nea’s head, pressing her closer to him as he kissed with more strength, prompting her to wrap her arms around him. She also began to kiss with greater strength, letting everything—the yearning, the uncertainty, the many beats skipped by her heart whenever she thought of him—rest in that much anticipated kiss. Now that she was with him, she knew she wouldn’t want to let go; she was ready to give herself to him just as she could feel the same from him.

When the time was right, the kiss relented, but neither of them were quick to pull away. With little space between their lips, Nea looked up at Steb, who smiled lovingly at her blushing figure, a sight so endearing it prompted another flare of the frills on his eyes, tickling Nea’s cheekbones and drawing a soft giggle from her. She made no attempt to resist the desire to kiss him again and, wrapping her arms around his back, she kissed him with equal strength and he embraced her waist, gently spinning her away from the stove and swaying her gently to the sides until he pulled away with a final peck to her forehead.

“Sit down,” Steb whispered. “You need to eat.”

Nea felt her cheeks starting to ache from grinning so widely and, enamored by his selflessness, she resolved to let him finish what he started. But instead of sitting down, Nea wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her cheek to his back, hearing his soft laughter rumbling deep in his torso.

“I’m not letting you go now,” Nea whispered, not necessarily intending for him to hear her.

Still, Steb eventually turned around with two plates ready to be served, leaning down to gently kiss Nea’s lips again before leading her to the table.

“I should hope not,” he whispered and took the plates down to the table. “Should I pour the coffee?”

His words slid Nea out of her trance, suddenly rendering her able to stand in the real world where, next to Steb, everything looked far more beautiful.

“No, that’s my job,” Nea smiled.

Like he’d done many times already, Steb watched as Nea expertly poured the cups of coffee, finally for the two of them to sit down and enjoy together. As she made her way back to the table, he took the cups from her hands and set them down, pulling her close one more time to kiss her, and what he’d initially meant to be a quick kiss before breakfast evolved into Nea leading Steb to the couch where they continued, shy yet loving, without any need for fire or rush, merely adoring one another for as long as they’d wanted to since that first encounter, and long enough for the coffee to go cold and the sun to continue its way across the sky.

Thanks so much for reading! Please reblog to help me get out there!

Next chapter -> (coming soon!)

[lanaevyssmoved]

OC + Random Associations

tagged by @cetra , @sleepsvessel & @bootheminiaturegiantspacehamster thank you ^_^

Animal

Afhiri sea slugs, isopods (dairy cow and zebra), geckos and other various reptiles, cats, small birds, musteloids (particularly raccoons and red pandas), viverrids, japanese raccoon dogs, opossums Candor lions, various eagles (wedge-tailed, golden, crowned), hawks, swans and geese, bighorn rams, crocodillians, sea turtles, elephants, animals that use sun compass orientation Cirok corvids (raven, crow), dogs (rottweiler, doberman, pinscher, greyhound), venomous black snakes, scorpions, spiders (particularly trapdoor spiders and sicarius), bats, black caiman, sharks

Colors

Afhiri pastels! pink, yellow, orange, green, blue, white, black Candor changes depending on form but in general purple, blue, red, yellow, orange, gold, brown, white, black Cirok black, grey, white - absolutely no Colour (thanks to booboo i now think of like toxic waste green when i think of cirok too)

Month

Afhiri September Candor August Cirok November

Songs

Afhiri tapi tapi - tempura kidz fear. moe shop and fun - sir sly. sir sly's vibe is way off for afhiri but the lyrics were written for her Candor a sun coloured shaker - yndi halda and (spring) this was your place - sunlight ascending Cirok jouska - evenS (probably favourite song of all time btw) and i come with knives - IAMX

Number

Afhiri two/2 Candor three/3 Cirok four/4

Plants

Afhiri celandine, sunflower, pink tulip, daisy Candor bay tree, gladiolus, heliotrope, rose Cirok chives, anemone, begonia, deadly nightshade

Scents

Afhiri fresh morning, grass, dirt, cotton candy, bubblegum Candor cedar, musk, sandalwood, the ocean, burning  Cirok decay, death, rot, overwhelmingly of resin

Gemstone

Afhiri tugtupite Candor meliphanite Cirok magnetite

Time of day

Afhiri sunrise Candor midday Cirok night

Season

Afhiri summer Candor summer Cirok winter

Places

Afhiri taverns, meadows, by rivers and lakes Candor monasteries, temples, places of worship Cirok the dank, cold and forgotten, the forbidden

Food

Afhiri sweet things, nothing good for you Candor warm meals Cirok raw meat

Drinks

Afhiri sugary sweet drinks, energy drinks Candor various teas (green, oolong, herbal, black) Cirok piping hot black coffee

Element

Afhiri air Candor fire Cirok water

Seasonings

Afhiri garlic, ginger, cinnamon Candor paprika, turmeric, bay leaves Cirok dried chives, cloves, saffron

Sky

Afhiri the most beautiful sunny cloudless summer sky Candor a colourful golden orange, red, and purple with light cloud cover Cirok stratus clouds, grey, calm and quiet

Weather

Afhiri warm day with lots of sun and a gentle breeze Candor blazing hot summers day with minimal to no wind Cirok cold winters day with fog and light snow

Magical power

Afhiri manipulative magic that makes someone act against their own will, anything that makes them laugh or dance. also the magical power of Insults Candor holy smites, blinding lights and divine energy Cirok phasing into the realm of the dead to walk partly as a ghost

Weapons

Afhiri shortsword and dagger combo, dual hand crossbows Candor mace and shield, longbow, floating/flying greatsword Cirok dual daggers, throwing knives, poisons and venoms

Candy/Sweets

Afhiri cotton candy, bubblegum, and i designed her with fruit salad in mind! Candor spicy roasted pecans, maple roasted sweet potatoes, sea salt dark chocolate Cirok liquorice, black jack, toxic waste

Method of long distance travel

Afhiri roadtrip in a classic volkswagen camper van Candor flying Cirok underground trains

Artstyle

Afhiri impressionism, abstract expressionism, street art, dadaism, CoBrA and fauvism Candor baroque and classicism Cirok optical art and minimalism

Fear

Afhiri of the self, of emotional pain, of returning home Candor of imperfection, of failure, of not being worthy Cirok of being seen, of death, of vulnerability

Mythological creature

Afhiri azeban, mujina, nymph Candor chalkydri, phoenix, psychopomp Cirok tsuchigumo, black dog, gargoyle

Piece of stationery

Afhiri a childs box of crayons, dairy Candor fountain pen, ruler Cirok ink, letter opener

Three Emojis

Afhiri 🤡🍀🪈 Candor ☄️🎇🪽 Cirok 🕷️♟️🔪

Celestial body

Afhiri the moon Candor the sun Cirok black dwarf

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[squidgang]

OC Deep Dive Tag

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Tags (no pressure) @lazybulette @kekeandherrpgs @twilight-sanctuary @house-arkentlar

Answering for Namulith!! (AGAIN)

Phobias and Other Fears

He has an irrational fear of horses- he’d encounter them during the times he’d go with his father out of Baldur’s Gate into neighboring towns like Rivington to deliver prescriptions.  He doesn’t like looking them in the eye, they unsettle him. Other than that, he’s afraid of his Urge, and the remainder of his family dying.

Pet Peeves

He loathes indecisive people, running late, and indirectness.

3 items you could find in their bedroom

Too many lit candles, assorted books on alchemy strewn about, an open sewing kit and whatever article of clothing he was attempting to mend

First thing they notice in a person

Hair! Namulith has surmised that Gale is not insecure about aging and as a result doesn’t cover his greys, and Shadowheart’s dedication to maintaining her specific style implies she clings hard to the little she does remember of her past.  Namulith actually had rather long hair up until he was thrown in the mindflayer colony beneath Moonrise, then it was all hacked off (he’s alright with the shorter style, for him it represents a new era in his life without all of the baggage of his past deeds)

On a scale of 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance?

Like a 6, then he’d probably pass out.  Total wimp when it comes to physical discomfort.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Namulith knows exactly what he needs to do like 90% of the time, but in practice freezes.  From past experiences, he's able to cope by taking a mental time-out and allowing himself to feel utterly fearful and helpless for ten seconds before springing into action.   

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

Yup, the original Dorok family consisted of Selm (his father), Miralupa (his mother), and his older sisters Nausicaa, Lastelle, and Charuka.  Also of note was the family dog, a large long-haired black mutt called Pepper.  (All of the aforementioned family members are dead, as of present day.  Pepper died peacefully of old age before them, though, don’t worry!)  Namulith is very much a family person, and does his best to “pick up” raising his niece, Jhil, where her own father left off (easier said than done, of course).

What animal represents them best?

A White-tailed deer! Something about their faces kind of evokes Namulith to me.  I’ve also got a cool song called “Golden Antlers” by my favorite band Glass Animals, on his character playlist.

What is a smell that they dislike?

He hates the smell of ginger- reminds him of being sick/sick people.

Have they broken any bones?

As a kid he probably broke his arm at least once while playing around with his neighbor/childhood best friend, and god knows what Kressa Bonedaughter did to him. yikes.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

“A generally pleasant, if neurotic, young man.”

Are they a night owl or morning bird?

Night owl, loves to work by candlelight and see the moon and stars outside.  If he’s up before sunrise his day is ruined before it even starts (do NOT speak to bro before his tea).

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

Hates the taste of cinnamon- so dry in the throat and weirdly spicy.  Loves the taste of apples, they remind him of the fall (his favorite season).  He also loves their versatility, dried in teas, pressed in ciders, baked in pies…yum.

Do they have any hobbies?

Sailing (was left his niece’s father’s fixer-upper sloop), blending teas (mostly just for himself), learning potion-making (that’s why he reads alchemy books for fun)

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

Disbelief and polite appreciation- he’s kind of awkward about positive surprises.  He’s not used to being the center of attention, it was usually other members of his family dealing with crazy drama, so to be at the center of a spectacle is uncomfortable.

Do they like to wear jewellery?

Yes, his signature red gem stud earrings.  I don’t have all the lore fleshed out but it’s a tradition from his mother’s family that everyone gets their ears pierced young, and all with the same earrings.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Really messy attempt at what might be cursive? Something akin to what doctors write on prescriptions for medication.

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

Anxiety (he’s terrible at being present and living in the moment, usually his mind is fixated on some future event and fretting over that), and Pride (not in an arrogant sense, moreso in being satisfied with whatever he’s managed to accomplish, be it a task or smoothing over an argument).

Do they have a favourite fabric?

Cotton! Thin, light, and breathable! Practical! (I think he would have a field day at a Jockey store LMAO)

What kind of accent do they have?

Well, he’s got Voice 3 (also my favorite voice!) so avg Baldurian middle class guy? British?

[astarionposting]

OC's as obscure references

Thank u for tagging me @vspin 🖤

I was tagged in this like two weeks ago, saved it in my drafts and then forgot about it, but now I have another oc and remembered! A lot of these are suggestions from my friend cus im really bad at the writing part of my OCs... also I spent a lot more time on this than needed cause I needed an excuse to make more gifs/edits of my gals 🥰🥰

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤFREYJA / ‘SE TIMPA VELKRYS’

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤLILLITH / ‘THE DARK URGE’

FREYJA

ANIMAL: White stag COLOURS: deep oak, silver white, bronze, navy, black / gold, deep crimson, amber, black (post-resurrection) MONTH: January SONGS: Playlist (soon oops) NUMBER: idk PLANTS: Evergreen trees, hydrengea / black dahlia (post-resurrection) SMELLS: witch hazel, leather, mint, firewood, rosemary, lavender GEMSTONE: Labradorite / Spessartine (post-resurrection) TIME OF DAY: Dawn SEASON: End of winter PLACES: (not sure of real places soo) The Underdark, Temple of Bhaal DRINKS: Cherry spiced wine ELEMENT: Necrosis (is that an element? I dunno) ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Aries FOOD: SEASONINGS: Rosemary, ginger, cardamom, mint SKY: Misty sunrise WEATHER: Cold, rainy, misty and stormy / Solar storm (post-resurrection) MAGICAL POWER: Wall of ice / Wall of fire (post-resurrection) WEAPONS: Long sword, long bow SOCIAL MEDIA: nope MAKEUP PRODUCT: eyeshadow CANDY: Black licorice METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: Horse ART STYLE: Renaissance FEAR: Dying alone MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: The White Stag, Leshen (post-resurrection) PIECE OF STATIONARY: Ink THREE EMOJIS: 🌫️ 🐺 🗡️ / ❤️‍🔥🦌🌄(post-resurrection) CELESTIAL BODY: WISE J085510.83-071442.5 / Betelgeuse (post-resurrection)

*post-resurrection is just something in terms of game of thrones stuff, inspired by this fanfic I’m reading, but with some changes hehe :)

LILLITH

ANIMAL: Starling COLOURS: Wisteria, crimson, black MONTH: December SONGS: Playlist NUMBER: 13 (according to my friend hehe) PLANTS: Lily, bat flower SMELLS: Fresh blood, jasmine blossoms, rosemary, cognac, bergamot (she gets more of her nice smells from Astarion…) GEMSTONE: Garnet TIME OF DAY: Late night SEASON: Winter PLACES: (not sure of real places soo) The Underdark, Temple of Bhaal DRINKS: Cherry spiced wine ELEMENT: Necrosis (is that an element? I dunno) ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Aries FOOD: Liver (origin of said organ is unspecified for legal reasons) SEASONINGS: Saffron, rosemary, red chilli flakes SKY: Full lunar eclipse WEATHER: Dark/Cold/Foggy MAGICAL POWER:  Circle of death WEAPONS: Greatsword, dagger SOCIAL MEDIA: she don’t know what that is MAKEUP PRODUCT: Black lipstick CANDY: Cinnamon hearts METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: walking mostly, even though she got no damn shoes on ART STYLE: Romanticism FEAR: Father, the Urge MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: Valravn PIECE OF STATIONERY: she isn’t much of a writer… more of a stabby stabby… so maybe a letter opener? THREE EMOJIS: 🩸🌑🗡️ CELESTIAL BODY: Triton, moon of Neptune

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[altheia-featherstone]

OC aesthetic game

Thank you @anew-flame for the tag!

Rules: bold/color any which apply to your OC; remember to repost; feel free to add to the lists. 

Tagging: Anyone who wants to do it

*****

Altheia Featherstone

(The Arcana)

[ COLORS ]

red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. cream. mint green. cobalt blue. lime green. beige. turquoise.

[ ELEMENTS ]

fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset.

[ BODY ]

claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. sun-kissed. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. average. muscular. lean. piercing. tattoos. lithe. moles. dimples.

[ WEAPONS ]

fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. whips. knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. pyre. teeth. rifles. words.

[ MATERIALS ]

gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amber. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. rubber. synthetics. jade.

[ NATURE ]

grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. dandelions. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. poppies. galaxies. stardust. sky.

[ ANIMALS ]

lions. wolves. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. crickets. bees. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. rats. livestock. foxes. bluebirds. deer. dragonflies.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ]

sugar. salt. bitter. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. french fries. ambrosia. honey. cheese. pasta.

[ HOBBIES ]

music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. wood carving. foraging. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. journaling. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. history. books. comic books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. flight. climbing. running. exploring. partying. yoga. potion making.

[ STYLE ]

lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. sweater. boots. heels. sandals. leggings. trousers. cargo pants. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. flower crown. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. duster. trenchcoat. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. ties. uniform. fancy shoes. leather jacket. sport underwear.

[ MISC ]

balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. kisses. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. bittersweet. happiness. luck. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. revenge. lust. regrets. passion. spontaneity. potty mouth. recklessness. practicality. hope.

[bakersimmer]

—OCs as OBSCURE ASSOCIATIONS

Thanks for tagging me, @hannahssimblr & @zosa95 💛

ASSOCIATIONS for…Martin

ANIMAL: Wolf

COLORS: Red, black

MONTH: August

SONGS: NF - HAPPY

NUMBER: 3

PLANTS: Juniper

SMELLS: Coffee, pine resin, mowed grass, burning wood

GEMSTONE: Emerald

TIME OF DAY: Sunrise

SEASON: Autumn

PLACES: A forest or somewhere by the sea

FOOD: Brownies

DRINKS: Coffee, gin and tonic

ELEMENT: Fire

ASTROLOGICAL SIGNS: Leo

SEASONINGS: Black pepper, dill

SKY: Purple-orange sunset with cirrocumulus clouds

WEATHER: Sunny

MAGICAL POWER: Time manipulation

WEAPONS: Preferably words

SOCIAL MEDIA: Insta, LinkedIn

MAKEUP PRODUCT: Cooling and repairing lip balm

CANDY: Sour gummies or cinnamon jelly beans

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: Car or airplane

ART STYLE: Street art

FEAR: Fear of loneliness

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: Dragon

PIECE OF STATIONARY: Black ballpoint pen

THREE EMOJIS: 😆🙇🏻‍♂️😍

CELESTIAL BODY: Galaxy

I'll tag @natolesims @bunnithechubs @budgie2budgie @someone-elsa

[viktorgf]

—OCS as OBSCURE ASSOCIATIONS, pt. 2

hi— i’m back with another one of these w the fan favorite oc andie!! i actually love this game so much so i AM going to be annoying abt it for the foreseeable future. sorry 🫶🏻 tagging some besties to also do it @teamhawkeye @unholymilf @florbelles @statichvm @jackiesarch @jacobseed @bunfey @fashionablyfyrdraaca @killerspinal @cetra @sikoi @arklay @kyber-infinitygems @avallachs @gortash @oc-musings @rvchelking

ANIMAL: doves. bees. flamingos. monarch butterflies.

COLORS: blush pink. orange. yellow. gold.

MONTH: summer months; june, july.

SONGS: le soleil est près de moi, air. | gold, marina. | pegasus, gems.

NUMBER: lucky number 7.

PLANTS: hibiscus. orange trees. banana leaves.

SMELLS: madagascar vanilla. sea salt. coconut

GEMSTONE: ruby.

TIME OF DAY: sunrise, the very first break of dawn.

SEASON: summer.

PLACES: the mediterranean. a balcony. a cliffside, overlooking the ocean. under the sun. a library. a dusty attic. an ancient ruin.

FOOD: peaches. grapes. brie and crackers. filet mignon. blueberry tarts. raspberry jam.

DRINKS: tea with honey. prosecco. rosé. ice water.

ELEMENT: earth.

ASTROLOGICAL SIGNS: virgo. sagittarius. libra.

SEASONINGS: cinnamon. nutmeg.

SKY: pink, fluffy clouds. early morning sky.

WEATHER: sunny and comfortably warm.

MAGICAL POWER: flight.

WEAPONS: her open palm.

SOCIAL MEDIA. instagram.

MAKEUP PRODUCT: lip gloss.

CANDY: starburst. fruit chews. bubblegum.

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: sprinting.

ART STYLE: photography; land art.

FEAR: answering the call of the void.

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: pixie. but not the mischievous type like the disney tinkerbell type pixies

PIECE OF STATIONARY: postcard.

THREE EMOJIS: ���🌺💎

CELESTIAL BODY: the SUN. obviously.

[kaidynsarell]

Chapter 6-Of Honey and Pine

💛🌲💛🌲💛🌲💛🌲💛🌲💛🌲💛🌲💛

Paring- Sebastian Sallow x Female OC

Rating-This story is rated overall 🔞 (Ch 6 is SFW)

Tags-hurt/angst

The full chapter can be found below the cut (2.4k words)

Ongoing Fic

Chapters 1-9 can be found on WP and AO3

Art by the darling @ravenbronze

Saturday, 10th September 1892

It was strange what could happen to words when one read them over and over again. Stared until they melded together, flattened over one another, and lost meaning entirely.

I cured Anne of the curse.

Since the end of Fifth year, there had been two universal truths that held precedence in her mind. Two statements that had taken over the place where the threat of Ranrok's rebellion and the Keeper trials had shadowd each decision she made and every action she took. One set of anxieties traded for another.

Anne was dying, and Sebastian was gone.

Now, in the space of six words, the truths that had colored her life since Sebastian left had been flipped on its head, and beyond the shock where she'd thought she would have found solid ground, she was left unbalanced and unsteady. Trembling fingers flattened over the rough texture. Pressed against the parchment as though she might unscramble his sentence to find some other meaning behind it.

I cured Anne of the curse.

As though touching it might let the ink seep into her fingers and solidify the sentence as something more than a distant fantasy—a delicate hope they'd clung to with aching fingers—something that lived amongst shooting stars—wishes only truly hoped for in the softest of whispers lest they be snatched away with the wind.

Clara traced the words again and again until the inked symbols danced over one another on the page, twisted and swirling, her eyes bleary with strain and lack of sleep. The unspoken how traced to the edges of her fingertips but failed to grasp her quill to solidify the question into writing.

Clara folded the parchment and let it fall against the sea of green. Her quill had disappeared somewhere in the blankets. She would no doubt find it at some point, along with a mess of black ink, and she only had the vague thought that 'scourgify' ought to work to remove it before she slumped back against the mattress.

The words spun over one another behind her eyelids.

I did it,  Ara

I cured Anne of the curse.

Sleep did not grace her presence, and all thoughts of the Cherrywood box and Dreamless Sleep Draught were pushed aside. Left to the darkest corners of her mind.

Anne's owl came before the sunrise.

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The pulse of apparition saw she and Ominis outside the Sallow home as the early morning sky painted shades of palest pinks and lilac purples across the thatched roof and caressed the curling wisps of candyfloss clouds.

They'd only just reached the door when the indigo was flung open, and the scent of caramel and vanilla launched at her in a mass of gigging cinnamon waves. The abrupt force of Anne's hug nearly sent her off balance, and it was only with a careful set of oddly coordinated steps that they managed to stay upright.

Clara pulled back and tipped her nose up. Fingers tapped to the tops of Anne's shoulders, and in the pale whispers of sunlight, she could see the newfound fullness in the woman's cheeks and the rose flush that colored them. The wide grin that masked none of the pain, Clara had grown so used to seeing tucked behind the heaviness of her eyelids and hidden at the corners of her mouth where her smiles had always disclosed the lies that lay beneath.

Her fingers squeezed the woman's shoulders, pressing down the soft warmth of her arms until she settled against her hands and pulled them into her own. " Anne... you look..." Healthy? Happy? "How do you feel?"

Her grin only widened. " Brilliant, really! I'd grown so used to the pain; I'd almost forgotten what it was like not to feel it."

Clara waited for the subtle wince to crease the corner of her eyes—the slight bending in her abdomen or the minute clenching in her hand—any of the tale-tell signs she'd come to routinely search for when she knew the brunette would rather cut out her own tongue than admit she was hurting.

She was so focused on searching Anne's face that she almost didn't notice subtle movements behind her—the careful footsteps within the shadows of Sallow's home—until Anne stepped around her and launched herself toward Ominis. Clara only registered the little "ooof" as the blond caught the newly spry woman before Sebastian stepped out of the shadows.

He stopped in the doorway. Fingers clutched at the edges of his sleeve. Worried against the fabric of his cable-knit sweater and his throat bobbed once.

Eyes locked with hers.

"Hello, Sweetheart."

Whispered words echoed between splatters of ink on parchment.

Odd how time could stand still within a fraction of a moment. In the single breath his gaze found hers and held her while everything else moved around them.

He looked more different than she'd expected. Older than the almost eighteen he should have been. His hair was longer now, falling in soft cinnamon-brown curls nearly to his shoulders. His skin was tanned, sunkissed red across his cheeks and the tip of his nose, and sprinkled with more freckles than she'd ever seen on him. It did little to distract from the way his face had hardened and thinned or the shadowed darkness that folded through his eyes.

It left her the most disconcerted.

Clara knew Sebastian's eyes. He'd laughed at her when she'd said she wanted to paint them, but he'd not protested much when she'd knelt in front of him and taken his face in her hands. His cheeks had been warm and squished under her fingers. They'd been fuller back then. Still clinging to the remnants of boyhood.

"They're just brown," He'd said. " It's nothing special."

But Sebastian was never 'Just anything,' and his eyes were no different. She'd studied them intensely. Knew them perfectly. Every shade and hue. She knew the precise color of chestnut she needed to mix with the tiniest dab of dark umber. The shade of crushed pine that bled out from his pupils and the exact pattern of the swirls as two colors melted into one another. She knew if the sunlight hit them at just the right angle, she would find flecks of honeyed gold sprinkled through his iris. As though his freckles would not see themselves contained to his skin.

It was gone.

All of it.

The soft chesnut, the swirling pine, and the flecks of honey were left darkened and solid, replaced by an inpenetrable wall too tall and wide for her to see past.

She had only read briefly of occlumancy, but if one could visualize it, Clara was certain it would be found folded over Sebastian's features. She couldn't place exactly why the idea of it coiled hot inside her chest and burned at the back of her throat.

Wherever he'd gone, whatever he'd been through, the boy who'd left to save his sister was not the man who had returned.

"Sebastian?"

The sharp clip of Ominis' voice snapped Clara's attention over her shoulder to where the blond stood beside Anne. She had looped her fingers around his elbow and settled her head below his shoulder. He was the tallest of them, and even with Anne now standing at her full height, the top of her head barely reached his chin.

Clara didn't miss the heavy tension that settled between the two men.

The tapestry their childhood fingers had woven with the innocence of love and friendship had been left tattered and threadbare—a tapestry Sebastian had torn with his own bleeding fingers. Interwoven with tangled threads of hurt and betrayal, and attempting to patch it with hasty apologies would do little to mend what had started to fray long before Sebastian had ever added murder to his repertoire of sins.

"Hey, mate." Sebastian's attempt at a casual tone fluttered through the air and faltered somewhere as he made half a move to step forward and seemed to think better of it.

Ominis only narrowed his eyes. "I thought Anne said you'd cured it?"

Sebastian's brows lowered, thick and heavy over those dark, impenetrable orbs. "I did cure her."

" Then why do..." The rest of it fell away midsentence. Head tilted slightly. Something twitched between his brows and Clara only just caught the slight tension at the corner of his jaw.

" I'm fine, Ominis. I'm okay. The curse is gone. I can feel it!" Only the soft hum of Anne's voice seemed to soften the crease between his brows as she gathered his hands and lifted his fingers to her face.

The corners of his mouth tugged upward. " Yes, of course. I know, darling." He placed a kiss between her brows, to the tip of her nose, one to each of her cheeks, and Clara turned away.

It was far more affection than she was used to seeing from him in a public setting.

On her other side, Sebastian made a disgusted sort of face and mimed wretching. Under different circumstances, she might have found Sebastian's antics amusing, but the soft bubbles of laughter cowered beneath the hot anger coiled to burst at the back of her throat, and she clenched her fingernails against her palms.

It wasn't the emotion she'd expected to find here. She'd not been angry when she'd finally opened his letter and written back to him. She'd not even truly been angry with any of his responses. Amused, irritated, infuriated at times, but never angry.

Not really.

But now it burned hot and red and threatened eruption with every breath that slipped between her teeth.

" I don't understand. How did you do it?" Ominis had straightened himself from Anne's hold and turned with uncanny accuracy to where Sebastian still stood in the doorway.

He shifted slightly against the door frame, fingers fidgeting against the bottom of his sleeve.

" Potions," Anne offered simply.

"A series of potions." Sebastian started, " Came across the recipes while traveling. They're ancient, really. Nothing that would have been taught in European medicine. Which is why neither St. Mungo's nor Nurse Blainy would have known to suggest it. They're bloody difficult to brew, and you can't even find the majority of the ingredients on this continent. Hell, some ingredients have gone extinct since the recipe was invented, but I managed to find adequate substitutes and ..." He gestured vaguely toward his twin.

Clara didn't turn to the other woman. Her eyes still locked on Sebastian and the solid, dark umber wall that hid all that was him even as he stood before her.

" They actually worked," she finished. " It took a few days for the effects to register fully, but..."

" A few days?" Confusion laced through Ominis' words pulled them higher, and elongated the normally staccatoed cadene. " How long hav.."

" How long have you been here?" The hot coil snapped in an instant, and despite the heat that had burned for so long the words bit sharp and icy against Clara's tongue.

" Sebbie got here on Monday. I got his owl after you both left last week and..."

" No." She jerked her hand up and only just turned in time to see Anne's eyebrows shoot into her hairline at the dismissal. Clara was rude, and she was certain Ominis, or if she were actually unlucky, Anne herself would have choice words for her later. " How long have you fucking been here, Sebastian? Near Hogwarts? Close enough we could have apparated to you?"

"Elmore..."

"Tell me!"

He worked his jaw only a moment before his shoulders dropped, and he sagged against the door frame. " A couple of months"

" Months! And you couldn't have written to us? You couldn't have told me that? How many times did I ask you where you were?"

"I couldn't..."

" You asked him?" The icy snap of Ominis's voice tore Clara's attention from Sebastian. " I thought we weren't able to contact him? We sent owls and got nothing. How long have you two been talking behind my back?"

" Ominis, it's not the same as..."

"Is it not? Is it not the exact same? The pair of you keeping secrets again, after everything that's happened! Hurt tasted sour and traced the curves of his syllables.

She would have to deal with it later.

Clara forced her gaze away from them and back to Sebastian, who'd still not moved from his place against the doorframe. " So what happens now?"

" We've spoken to Professor Black and Professor Weasley. Arrangements have been made, and Anne and I will both be returning to Hogwarts starting on Monday." He was looking at her again. Those dark eyes solid, impenetrable and wholly unfamiliar.

" It's like that, then? You leave out of nowhere and think you can just drop in, and everything will just go back to normal?"

She didn't know when she'd started yelling or when the stinging behind her eyes had begun to pool below her lashline.

Anne's curse had been cured. She was going to be okay.

" You expect us to sit here and pretend like you didn't completely abandon us?"

Abandon her.

Anne wasn't dying, and Clara should have been happy.

She shouldn't have been screaming at Sebastian, and yet her voice was tearing as the words ripped from her throat, and she couldn't see properly because her vision had melted into blurry, unfocused haze.

" We're supposed to act like we didn't spend months. Months! More than a fucking year Sebastian! Terrified you were sick or hurt or ..."

Her voice choked and faltered, and for the first time since they'd arrived, he moved from the doorframe. Stepped forward, his fingers tipped toward her, " Ara, I'm sorry....I never..."

But whatever he was going to say was lost to the wind as she spun on her heel and sprinted through the softly waving grass, past a grove of trees, and the snap of apparition deposited her at the edge of Hogwarts grounds.

The sun's light had not burned away the glittering beads of dew, still clung to blades of subtly shifting green when Clara collapsed into the grass at the edge of the forest and scattered the delicate drops in her wake.

She buried her face into her hands and ignored the salted dampness on her cheeks and the soft tremble of her shoulders.

She wasn't crying.

Anne had been cured, and Sebastian was home. He was safe, and she was happy.

She was supposed to be happy.

[sirianasims]

—OCs as OBSCURE ASSOCIATIONS

Tagged by @nitrozem @theosconfessions and @hannahssimblr Thank you!!💖

OC: Julia Duchelli

ANIMAL: Fox

COLORS: Red

MONTH: March

SONGS: margø - play pretend

NUMBER: 3

PLANTS: Bird of paradise

SMELLS: Roses and cinnamon

GEMSTONE: Garnet

TIME OF DAY: Sunrise

SEASON: Autumn

PLACES: Big cities

FOOD: Bhel puri

DRINKS: Mojitos or red wine, mocha

ELEMENT: Air

ASTROLOGICAL SIGNS: Aries sun, Libra moon, Scorpio rising

SEASONINGS: Cinnamon and lime zest

SKY: Starry night

WEATHER: Snow

MAGICAL POWER: Flight

WEAPONS: Words!

SOCIAL MEDIA: Instagram

MAKEUP PRODUCT: Lipstick

CANDY: Ring pop

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: Car - roadtrip!

ART STYLE: Pop art

FEAR: Being ignored

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: Phoenix

PIECE OF STATIONARY: Washi tape

THREE EMOJIS: 🦸🏽‍♀️🪡💕

CELESTIAL BODY: Comet

I'm tagging @zosa95 @rebouks @thebramblewood @jarakio @igglemouse and whoever else wants to ❤️

[wetcatspellcaster]

OCs as Obscure References

thank you for the tag @novarunestone :)

name: Rosalie Frostsong

animal: oh, I'm already failing to answer lmfao. Not to be basic, but: cats.

colours: pink, lavender, warm yellow

month: oh boy. fuck if I know... Imma say, January.

songs: More Like You - Orla Gartland, People Watching - Conan Gray, Bad Ones - Call Me Karizma, Proof - Paramore

number: 13

plants: roses, foxgloves

smells: aged paper, spearmint, or cinnamon sugar

gemstone: emerald, rose quartz

time of day: sunrise

season: spring

places: beaches on cold days, libraries, warm fireplaces

food: cinnamon toast, strawberries with sugar, roasted pumpkin and squash

drinks: chai (without milk!), raspberry lemonade, warm whisky with honey

element: weirdly i think it's fire???

astrological sign: hahaha idk man i think there's contenders for Cancer, Virgo, Libra and Aries but if i think about it too much she ends up diagnosed.

seasonings: cinnamon, thyme, sea salt

sky: warm orange/pink sunrise that is pretty but hints at rain ahead!

weather: cold winter sunshine

magical powers: extreme overthinking (divination magic)

weapons: she carries a dagger and feels weird about it

social media: lmfao. goodreads.

make up product: blush

candy: hard toffee

method of long distance travel: boat

art style: art nouveau or pre-raphaelite

fear: isolation, vulnerability, being alone

mythological creature: hilariously, it's a unicorn

piece of stationary: very ornate notebooks, all full with extra notes in the margins

three emojis: 🥺🌺💫

celestial body: stars!

tagging: literally anyone who wants to do this! plz don't be shy, just @ me when you play so I can make friends :)

[valesyn]

Unusual OC Associations

Aww thanks for the tag @grenanigans <3, I am honored.

This is Aria, she's my first bg3 character! She is a tiefling bard.

Seasoning: Cinnamon

Weather: A very light rain shower

Color: Burgandy/Maroon

Sky: Just before sunrise, when you can still see the stars and see the day beginning to break,

Magical Power: hmm, she's a bard so she's already kind of magical, but probably healing in some capacity.

House Plant: Between an orchid and a vine houseplant

Weapon: Two short swords

Subject: Music is a copout, so probably literature.

Social media: She would have it when she was on her own, barely getting by. It would be the way she'd be trying to promote her music, and therefore her living.

Makeup product: Mascara

Candy: Milk Chocolate

Fear: She actually would have a good amount of fears, prominent ones would be disease, as her father died suddenly from illness. Also, missing out on the lives of those she loves as she lives. (Her uncle who raised her passed away when she was on the road. He taught her how to play the violin).

Ice cube shape: Would she care? no, but circular ice cubes. don't ask me why, it makes me think of her.

Method of long distance traveling: She would travel with merchants between towns, offering songs and stories on their travels, as well as an extra hand of safety. So horseback or wagons.

Art Style: Classicism

Mythological Creature: jackalope

Piece of Stationary: uhm... Does a notebook count? We'll go with notebook.

Emojis: <3, is it really an emoji? I'll say yes <3

Celestial Body: Meteor

[little-mouse-gardens]

Rottmnt ocs

So..I just finished up making my rottmnt ocs, just basically an overview of them.

Note - none of the images belong to me. The picrew I used is by @baby_carrot_art

Full name : sunny rose mora

Nicknames : sunshine, sunny-D, sunflower, sunrise

Species : half human + mutant. appears human on the outside but has mutant capabilities and genes on the inside. She and her sisters would be mutated In the first episode of season one in rottmnt with prototype of ooze developed by draxum. The last creature sunny had come into contact before being mutated with was a cougar at a zoo

Ethnicity - Hispanic American

Gender/pronouns - she/her

Sexuality - Demi + pan

Age : 23 (aged up outside of the show timeline to twenty three or older depending on the au and timeline. So for actual the rottmnt show timeline/events she is around the same age as Raphael in season 1, 2 and the movie)

Birthday : November 2nd

Languages : her main language is English, Spanish and Portuguese

Height : 5’6

Body type : triangle

Skin : freckled deep brown

Eye color : dark brown

Hair : black with dark brown undertones under lighting, curly when it’s down but she usually keeps her hair in braids.

Ear piercings and nose piercing : yes

Tattoos : yes, later on she gets sunflowers and wildflowers tattooed Along her arms and across her back when she’s older.

Personality traits - nurturing , strong willed, level-headed and outspoken

Likes : plants, cottage-core aesthetic, scented candles/wax melts, riding her Bicycle through the park and city, collecting squish-mallows, and

Hobbies - clay charms, pottery, cooking, gardening, sewing/making plushies

Favorites

- favorite food - raspberry lemon muffins

- favorite drink - iced vanilla coconut milk

- Favorite color - pastel yellow

- Favorite animal -humpback whale

- Favorite aesthetic - cottagecore

Main Family - Her mother Adriana , her three sisters Marcy, Skye and Angie, maternal uncles, and maternal grandparents

Pets - her orange tabby cat pumpkin and her duck cinnamon

Full name : Marcy Sofia mora

Nicknames : Mar-mar, mars, m&m, mariposa, marshmallow, dr fashion

Species : half human + mutant. appears human on the outside but has mutant capabilities and genes on the inside. She and her sisters would be mutated In the first episode of season one in rottmnt with prototype of ooze developed by draxum. The last creature sunny had come into contact before being mutated with was a otter at a zoo

Ethnicity - Hispanic American

Gender/pronouns - she/her

Sexuality - Demi + demi

Age : 22 (aged up outside of the show timeline to twenty two or older depending on the au and timeline. So for actual the rottmnt show timeline/events she is around the same age as Donatello in season 1, 2 and the movie)

Birthday : august 8th

Languages : her main language is English, Spanish and Portuguese

Height : 5’5

Body type : bottom hourglass, a little bit rectangle

Eye color : soft brown

Skin : warm honey beige with a beauty mark on her cheek close to her right eye

Hair : short curly black hair styled into a curly pixie cut

Ear piercings and a nose piercing : yes

Wears glasses : yes

Tattoos : yes, later on she gets fossils and types of fish tattooed Along her arms

Personality traits - clever, creative, understanding, sarcastic

Likes : digital art, fashion design, shopping or picking up books at the local library or bookstore, thrift shopping for clothes, remaking old machines into something new, playing video games, 80s and 90s music

Hobbies - sewing, digital art, gardening, painting (both digital and traditional), journaling, reading, roller skating, woodworking, video game design, insect collecting, fish keeping, programming and dancing

Favorites

- favorite food - stir Frye and rice

- favorite drink - fruit flavored water or fruit punch

- Favorite color - orange or just anything fall related

- Favorite animal - beta fish

- Favorite aesthetic - artist, cozy core or dark academia

Main Family - Her mother Adriana , her three sisters sunny, Skye and Angie, maternal uncles, and maternal grandparents

Pets - her many fishes, with her largest being a koi fish she calls sindel

Full name : skye renato mora

Nicknames : Skyfall, sky-sky, skyler, breezy, cloudy

Species : half human + mutant. appears human on the outside but has mutant capabilities and genes on the inside. She and her sisters would be mutated In the first episode of season one in rottmnt with prototype of ooze developed by draxum. The last creature sunny had come into contact before being mutated with was a serval at a zoo

Ethnicity - Hispanic American

Gender/pronouns - she/her

Sexuality - Bi + Bi

Age : 22 (aged up outside of the show timeline to twenty two or older depending on the au and timeline. So for actual the rottmnt show timeline/events she is around the same age as Leonardo in season 1, 2 and the movie. Also she is just a few months younger than her sister Marcy)

Birthday : August 7th

Languages : her main language is English, Spanish and Portuguese

Height : 5’5

Body type : rectangle leaning slightly hourglass

Eye color : greenish brown

Skin : warm reddish brown with a heart shaped birth mark on her left shoulder blade

Hair : short wavy almost curly black hair that stops at her shoulders, usually keeps it half up half down

Ear piercings and a nose piercing : yes

Tattoos : yes, later on she gets butterflies and types of bats tattooed Along her arms, across her back and down to her hips

Personality traits - Confident, laid back, fun-loving, impulsive

Likes : skateboarding and customizing them with stickers, space and stargazing, sitting on the rooftop listening to music, playing guitar

Hobbies - roller skating, skateboarding, video games, singing, playing instruments such as the keyboard or guitar, stargazing, swimming, writing, surf boarding, parkour, volleyball, listening to music, collecting records and cds, customizing things

Favorites

- favorite food - empanadas

- favorite drink - soda

- Favorite color - green

- Favorite animal - Luna moth

- Favorite aesthetic - a mix between kid core and skater

Main Family - Her adoptive mother Adriana , her three sisters sunny, Skye and Angie, adoptive maternal uncles, and adoptive maternal grandparents

Pets - a tarantula she named godfather

Full name : Angie ciara mora

Nicknames : Angela, cupcake, angel, Angelica, Angie-pie, Angelina, angette

Species : half human + mutant. appears human on the outside but has mutant capabilities and genes on the inside. She and her sisters would be mutated In the first episode of season one in rottmnt with prototype of ooze developed by draxum. The last creature sunny had come into contact before being mutated with was a fox at a zoo

Ethnicity - Hispanic American

Gender/pronouns - she/her

Sexuality - Pan + Pan

Age : 20 (*aged up outside of the show timeline to twenty or older depending on the au and timeline. So for actual the rottmnt show timeline/events she is around the same age as Michelangelo in season 1, 2 and the movie*)

Birthday : June 5th

Languages : her main language is English, Spanish and Portuguese

Height : 5’4

Body type : pear leaning round

Eye color : warm green

Skin : warm golden brown

Hair : waist length curly dark brown hair, usually keeps it up in a bun but her hairstyle tends to change based on how she feels each day

Ear piercings: yes

Tattoos : yes, later on she gets a bunch of different cute tattoos across her arms and scattered randomly throughout her body

Personality traits - Sweet, energetic, imaginative, feisty

Likes : soft things, anime, drawing or just art forms of any kind, scrapbooking, baking and cooking, collecting manga, fairy lights, being with her friends and family, naps

Hobbies - baking, cooking, collecting manga, watching anime, skateboarding, video games, exploring abandoned buildings or places, hair styling, collecting plushies, drawing, trying new forms of art, DIY, making jewelry, hiking, bird watching

- favorite food - fruit pancakes

- favorite drink - strawberry boba tea

- Favorite color - pink

- Favorite animal - pika

- Favorite aesthetic - a mix between kid core and soft core

Main Family - Her adoptive mother Adriana , her three sisters sunny, Marcy and Skye, adoptive maternal uncles, and adoptive maternal grandparents

Pets - three rats named peach, Daisy and Rosalie and her horse sugar

[anonymocha]

Made a SLARPG OC for the funsies. Behold! Moxie MiWadi, Mumford resident, full-time cowboi, soda drinker (even if they can’t truly digest it), and scrap plant chewer. Her beloved pecut is carrot-colored and named Carrot, too. Or Wortel depending on what language you prefer. They have a centaur gf slash pardner, being Cinnamon Sunrise!

Yes, they did, in fact, dye their hair white just to be less of a ‘carrot’ than they already are. 💀 And they order custom scrap plants from Florence just to chew on. Just like in the movies!!!

EDIT: I colored her :3 Original sketch before edit here!

[aliengirl]

—OCS as OBSCURE ASSOCIATIONS

tagged by @pralinesims and @akitasimblr thank you loves, that was really fun to figure out!

RHEA IO (Bohan)

(Im not home, reminder to add pic later akkakaka)

ANIMAL: Fox

COLORS: Soft Blue and Pink

MONTH: June

SONGS: Lullaby - Sleeping at Last / Venus - Sleeping at Last / Falling Like The Stars - James Arthur / Mermaid - Skott

NUMBER: 7 and 4

PLANTS: Lavander

SMELLS: Vanilla and Peppermint

GEMSTONE: Rose Quartz

TIME OF DAY: Sunrise

SEASON: Summer

PLACES: Beach, Countryside

FOOD: Ice Cream

DRINKS: Smoothie

ELEMENT: Water

ASTROLOGICAL SIGNS: Cancer or Gemini, i dont know yet

SEASONINGS: Cinnamon, Paprika, Pepper

SKY: Sunrise (sun + stars)

WEATHER: Sunny

MAGICAL POWER: telepathy

WEAPONS: dagger

SOCIAL MEDIA: Instagram / Tumblr (or the sims version of it)

MAKEUP PRODUCT: eyeliner

CANDY: white chocolate

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: Horse or SpaceShip

ART STYLE: impressionism

FEAR: Loneliness

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: Pegasus

PIECE OF STATIONARY: glitter pens

THREE EMOJIS: 👽✨️💕

CELESTIAL BODY: Sun

I tag @seyvia @duusheen @plumite @wrixie @rebouks and u whonis reading this

[xanfeursel]

oc + random associations tag game

ty @dekarios for the tag :-) doing this with my two dark urges vyper + lophi

under a cut cause i figure this will get long lol. tagging anyone who'd like to do this bc. i dont wanna unintentionally bother anyone by @-ing them directly AGFHGF

ANIMALS:

VYPER; leopard geckos, dogs (specifically rottweilers + shiba inus!)

LOPHI; swans, bat eared foxes

COLORS:

VYPER; reds, greens, golds + specifically very ashy red tones. essentially the colors of his scales LOL but they're the colors i tend to dress him in as well.

LOPHI; black, white, purple, pink! sometimes red also but that's more pre-game lophi.

MONTH:

VYPER; march

LOPHI; january

SONGS:

digging from their playlists again but

VYPER; zoo - nilfruits

LOPHI; the greatest living show - toby fox & itoki hana

NUMBER:

VYPER; 7

LOPHI; 2

PLANTS:

VYPER; venus flytraps, white snakeroot, ericas

LOPHI; hydrangeas, lewisia, magnolias

SCENTS:

VYPER; burnt iron, the outdoors after it's freshly rained

LOPHI: wood, carnival food

GEMSTONE:

VYPER; alexandrite

LOPHI; rhodonite

TIME OF DAY:

VYPER; sundown

LOPHI; sunrise

SEASON:

VYPER; autumn

LOPHI; winter

PLACES:

VYPER; cozy inns, abandoned temples, the wilderness

LOPHI; theaters, carnivals, opera houses

FOOD:

VYPER; a nice, rare steak- prepared with love.

LOPHI; a sweet raspberry tart whos' filling gets all over your fingers

DRINKS:

VYPER; white tea that's a little too hot upon first sip

LOPHI; a sweet cocktail with a bitter aftertaste

ELEMENT

VYPER; fire

LOPHI; air

SEASONINGS:

VYPER; peppercorn, turmeric, thyme

LOPHI; vinegar, cinnamon, star anise

SKY:

VYPER; the night sky on a summer night as you have a bonfire

LOPHI; the clear sunny sky after a rainstorm

MAGICAL POWERS:

VYPER; holy and righteous magic, magical smites and such.

LOPHI: magic that can power her allies; rather than smiting her foes.

WEAPONS:

VYPER; a heavy greataxe

LOPHI: an elegant rapier

CANDIES:

VYPER; chewy taffy

LOPHI; pop rocks

ARTSTYLE:

VYPER; abstract expressionism, action painting

LOPHI; romanticism, art nouveau, classic fairytale illustrations

FEAR:

VYPER; of loosing control, loosing yourself

LOPHI; of being back to where you once were

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE:

VYPER; chimera, minotaur

LOPHI; pheonix

PIECE OF STATIONARY:

VYPER; a well loved fountain pen

LOPHI; a half empty bottle of red ink

THREE EMOJIS:

VYPER; 🫀🐕💥

LOPHI; 🪽🎻🪦

CELESTIAL BODY:

VYPER; the sun

LOPHI; the moon

WHEW . THIS WAS A LOT. BUT VERY FUN. if you read this whole thing ily