#oc: Neela

[blackskorpi0n]

"Her appearance is colorful and inviting."

"Yet she is the most deadliest creature in the sea."

[aldwirs]

NEELA ☀ THE DARK URGE

[voidcenturyseashanties]

Artwork by Forevermedhok. Pre-timeskip Neela (left), post-timeskip Neela (right) This artwork was part of a commission. Please DO NOT STEAL.

VISAGE | PLAYLIST | PORTRAYAL NOTES

NAME: Sol Neela EPITHET: Dancing Spur Neela. Neela, the Dancing Spur. 踊る拍車 ( odoru hakusha ) AGE: 18 (pre-timeskip), 20 (post timeskip) BIRTHDATE: July 19th. BIRTHPLACE: Mirror Ball Island, East Blue. HEIGHT: 174 cm / 5'8.5 WEIGHT: 59kg / 130 lbs BODY TYPE: Slender, muscular. Neela has well-defined limbs and muscle tone as she is usually active. In particular, her shoulders, back, and core boast some of the most striking definition. Her breasts are somewhat full, though they tend to look fuller and sit higher due to the amount of muscle she maintains in her shoulders, pectorals, and lats. GENERAL APPEARANCE: Large, doe-like umber eyes that always sparkle with wonder or delight. A face-splitting grin usually adorns a petite, heart-shaped face. Full lips frame the almost permanent smile. A somewhat petite nose with a relatively low bridge with an alar base that is somewhat wide. Her septum is adorned with a stacked/2-tiered golden septum ring which nestles at the top of a short, concave philtrum. Coils of flaxen hair are usually braided and tied in protective styles. Her frame is lean and muscular; muscle accounts for the majority of her weight, though it has a healthy percentage of body fat to keep her insulated. A narrow, defined waist signifies a deep core that bears a great deal of strength. Broad shoulders are capped with visibly sculpted deltoid muscles. The combination of shoulder and chest muscle volume lifts the tissue on her breasts to make them appear fuller and sit higher on her rib cage. AFFILIATION: Straw-Hat Pirates (available for AU storylines) SKILLS: Dancing, body contortion, and combat.

Neela is a user of kenbunshoku haki—though before the time skip she is not entirely aware of what exactly it is named nor what it is called—and considered her fluid, evasive movements to be attributed to a divine blessing. Over time, she becomes cognizant of what it truly is (and that it is not as uncommon as she once perceived). Through practice, she is able to hone it further. After the time skip, Neela has progressed into utilizing busoshoku haki. Her ability progresses to a degree where she can emit it in short distances, serving as foreshocks or aftershocks to her strikes.

WEAPONS: Currently being reworked, stay tuned (updated as of 8/28/24)

BACKSTORY:

Neela was raised by her father, Nyota Njano, a discharged Navy soldier on Mirror Ball Island. Her mother, Sol Najma, was one of many daughters of a misandrist troupe of mercenaries. The Sol Clan lineage is believed to have originated in Alabasta, though they have long since emigrated from their home and settled on Mirror Ball Island. The love between Najma and Njano was forbidden by the matriarchs of the Sol family. They were incensed when their rendezvous resulted in the conception of a child. From Najma’s pleas, they spared his life under the condition that he never be near Najma nor any Sol family member again. The Sol family was deceived into thinking that Najma’s child had passed shortly after birth. Instead, Njano was given the baby girl as a parting gift from his beloved. Najma did not want her daughter to suffer the same fate. 

Fate, however, was cruel to them. At the age of six, Neela had been spotted with her father by a Sol matriarch. Njano, who worked security for Doskoi Panda, was later dispatched. Neela was collected by her mother, who provided the child the palatable alternative to her father’s passing. She was told he had been sick and that the reason she had not yet met her mother was that they were searching for herbs to cure his rare condition. Unfortunately, they were too late. This seemed to alleviate some of the otherwise happy-go-lucky girl’s grief. Despite the dismissal and degradation from the Sol matriarchs for her sunny disposition and naivete, Neela thrived on the quiet praises of her mother for her athletic and acrobatic feats. After all, she was a Sol: movement was in her blood. It was in her soul. 

Curiosity about the world around her eventually got the better of young Neela, however. At age 18 she was unable to contain this curiosity and decided to set out to sea. Boldly, she propositioned a pirate crew to take her to sea. This was met with both laughter and a threat. So . . . Neela sought to stow away by using her contortionist skills. This led her to Orange Town. Of course, the occupation of the Buggy Pirates only scared her further, and she ended up returning to the ship. Initially, the idea of a circus seemed interesting until she was able to fully process what was happening. 

Next stop? Baratie. After cautiously leaving the cargo hold for a stretch, Neela’s curious cruise about the restaurant led her to be unintentionally marooned on the floating restaurant. With no money and no place to go, she sought an audience with Owner Zeff. After an arduous back and forth, Zeff relented under the conditions that she not set foot in the kitchen and that she wear some covering on her feet. She would be allowed to bus tables and run food. Her time at Baratie was short, but memorable. The dancer had scoped out a gallion to slither into. She narrowly missed the arrival of the Straw Hats, and the subsequent siege of Don Krieg. 

Finally, Neela arrived at Loguetown. Neela’s stint in Loguetown ended with her being taken into naval custody by Captain Smoker after recognizing–and attempting to reach Sanji–during the chaos that unfolded. Believed to be in league with the Straw Hats, Neela was placed in the brig of a Naval ship that ends up at Alabasta. When the crew of the vessel departed, Neela was able to escape her handcuffs by using a ring blade (erroneously thought to be body jewelry since it had not expanded) on her ankle. After securing her bracelets, she slinked cautiously into the chaos of Nanohana. As fate would have it, the familiar face of Sanji was also there. 

Ultimately, this entanglement led to her recruitment. Her involvement in the battles over Alabasta’s fate were not substantial, but she was there regardless. 

Neela’s involvement with any specific arc is not necessarily specified as these things can be explored in separate threads and dynamics. She will likely not have a pivotal role in them, as she is a support character.

Following the events of Sabaody, Neela was sent hurtling back to Mirror Ball Island. The initial embrace from her mother soon soured, and Neela spent her two-year journey on the receiving end of incessant insults by the Sol clan. How foolish she was to abandon family . . . for a man, no less. How stupid she was to strengthen herself . . . to serve a man! She chose love over power! Yet still, the training continued: with unexpected onslaughts and strikes from various members of the skilled Sol clan, Neela lost almost every encounter at the beginning of her training. Neela protested adamantly that her desire to be strong was not to serve, but to protect. Her desire was not to be subservient but to love. Her desire to love and be loved was not foolish, and it was not weak. In fact, she cited that love could be the strongest armor and strongest force that one could ever wield. That armor and that force manifested as a newly awakened skill: busoshoku haki.

[metalmk87]

Bunnys

Bonabi - @kande238 Lukja Hase - @snibbitsitsme Wonny - Estan5412 Neela - Jackerise TartFrost - tartfrost Skarlet - RechiTv Sybils - @rittzler

[manyfandomocs]

Grishaverse plot bunny + poly Kanej ship? <3

Hell yeah

Neela Kuhar (Kaz Brekker and Inej Ghafa ship)

Slavery was illegal in Kerch, however, indentures weren't. And when Neela was taken from her home, Kerch is where she ended up. Indentured to Tante Heleen of the Menagerie, Neela was simply known as the Leopard since she was from the Southern Colonies. She tried her best to get the money to buy out her contract, but the money just kept seeming to grow. Her only help was another girl in a similar situation to her, Inej the Lynx, and as they grew closer, Inej promised to help her get out of this situation and Neela believed her. However, she didn't realize that help would come in the form of a man named Kaz Brekker.

Send me a fandom / love interest / faceclaim (one or all of those) and I’ll make a plot bunny

[sympateawithsugar]

I will return to where I began and in this case it means revisiting old oc's... Neela is a former sniper who left her promising career to pursue her dream of becoming a jewelry designer 💍

[sand-tower]

actually i'm in love with this layout i made on my website

[maitaitiu]

a cover for a project that is coming...... sometime. maybe.

@onestepforwardnuzlocke

[fatecanberewritten-writer]

Card Tricks | Chapter Two: Home

Stars Series | Card Tricks

“Christmas isn’t for another week, do we really have to go home this early?”

From the other room, George Weasley heard his brother laugh. “Yeah, see how that goes over with Mum,” Fred jested, walking out into the living room of their flat. George was sitting at the desk by the window, several notebooks filled with numbers taking up the space, not to mention about two dozen crumpled papers scattered around him. As he approached him, Fred picked up one of the crumpled pages, opening it as he leaned against the desk next to his brother. George had been trying to work out their finances.

“Can’t we just get there when Ron and Ginny get back? It’s only a couple days difference.”

Fred crumpled the sheet once again and threw it at his brother. George, who had been keenly focused on the numbers in front of him, rolled his eyes as he looked up at Fred. “We’re going,” Fred insisted. “We need the vacation, you especially.” As he said this, Fred pushed the notebook George had been scribbling on away from him.

“What we need is an accountant,” George sighed, sitting back in his chair. He ran his hands over his tired face. “Don’t you miss when we were just inventing?”

Fred smiled grimly and clapped him on the shoulder. “We’ll get back to it, Georgie. Just you wait, soon enough we’ll have much more than just Verity working for us. We’ll have a whole staff of accountants, and we can just do the fun bits.”

George sighed again, but smiled lazily at his twin.

“Now don’t make me nag you about packing,” Fred said as he pushed himself from the desk. “Mum expects us for lunch.”

With a smirk, George flicked his wand in the direction of his room, and his suitcase came flying out immediately. Fred nearly had to drop to the floor to avoid its path, and in the silent moments that followed, George had to keep himself from laughing as Fred slowly stood back up. As he put his hands on his hips, George nearly lost it as he thought about how much Fred looked like their mother at the moment. “Well,” was all Fred had to say before the two of them broke out into a fit of laughter.

-

“Fred, George! Oh, thank goodness you’re home!”

George looked over to Fred in astonishment as their mother happily bounded out of the Burrow to meet them only seconds after they had apparated into the yard. Fred, with a look that mirrored his twin, shrugged. The both of them had to crouch a bit as their mother wrapped her arms around them.

“Didn’t know you missed us this much, Mum,” Fred commented with a laugh.

As Molly pulled away from her boys, her eyebrows were knitted together. “Of course I missed you!” she claimed, but at the way she didn’t fully meet their eyes, both of the twins knew there was more to the story. Nonetheless, they didn’t protest as she swiped her wand at their cases and they disappeared from their hands, no doubt to their room. “Now,” their mother continued, leading them inside. “Your father’s still at work, so he won’t be joining us, but Bill should be back any minute now and we’ll have a proper lunch.”

“Where’s Bill?” asked George.

“Yeah,” added Fred, “I thought his holiday started on Monday. Shouldn’t he be home?”

“Is he doing something for the Order?”

“No, no, nothing like that,” said Molly with a slight nervous chuckle in her voice. As they got closer to the house, she seemed to be slowing down. “He took the Kumar kids Christmas shopping in Diagon Alley this morning. Should be back any minute, though.”

As Molly hesitantly climbed the steps up to the door, George was beginning to catch on. “Just the Kumar kids?”

Reaching the door, their mother turned and gave them a confirming look. As she opened the door, the twins looked at each other, understanding. Their mother had been left home alone with Fleur.

As they stepped into the kitchen, Fred and George were hit with a deliciously sweet smell of something baking, though as they caught a hint of orange, they knew it was something their mother had never made before. “What’re you making, Mum? It smells - ”

But George elbowed Fred before he could finish, catching sight of Fleur, with her silvery blonde hair tied in an elegant knot on top of her head, walking into the kitchen, an apron over her robes. Molly eyed Fred pointedly, as if daring him to finish his sentence. He stayed silent, going bright red.

“Allo!” Fleur greeted, her French accent thick as ever. She also seemed happier to greet them than she had in the past, and George figured that she, like their mother, was happy to no longer be alone with her future in-law. “They smell delicious, don’t they?” she said to Fred pompously. Molly quietly huffed and left the room. “Madeleines,” Fleur continued, “it’s a Delacour tradition to make them before Noël.”

“I’m sure they’ll be great,” said Fred awkwardly, and satisfied, Fleur turned back to the oven. George was trying not to laugh as he shoved his twin out of the kitchen. 

Molly had taken to getting lunch ready in the living room instead of the kitchen, and she ignored them, Fred in particular, as they came in to join her. Fred slowly walked over to her like a kicked puppy while George flung himself on the sofa, watching amusedly. 

“Sorry, Mum,” Fred said to her quietly. “If I’d’ve known - ”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she snapped, cutting him off. As she finished the last sandwich, she took a deep breath and rolled her shoulders, physically shaking off the incident. “So,” she said, much more brightly, walking over to join George on the sofa, Fred quickly following, “how’s the shop going?”

“Fantastic,” George said proudly. “It’s going really well. Don’t think we’ve had a slow day yet.”

Molly gave them a proud smile, something they rarely saw directed at them. “You know, out of everyone, I think you boys surprised me the most. Entrepreneurs,” she said with a slight I-can’t-believe-it shake of her head. “Successful entrepreneurs at only eighteen. I never would have thought. And to think, I was shaming you over how few OWLs you got.”

“Yeah, we’re doing pretty well for a couple of drop outs,” Fred commented, but as with everything he seemed to say today, he was met with a sharp look from his mother. With an awkward grimace, he leaned over to his brother. “Guess that’s still a bit of a sore subject.”

“You think?” George chuckled, and as he did, Molly’s stern expression broke a bit, to their surprise. 

But before she could say anything more, the low-burning fire in the fireplace burst green flames, and little Regulus Kumar stumbled out of it, holding several bags, and covered in soot. When he saw them sitting on the couch, his eyes widened. “Hurry!” he said, and all three of the Weasleys felt their hearts jump in terror. “Go to the kitchen! Neela and Bill have some gifts that aren’t very well concealed.” There was a collective breath of relief at this, but Regulus was still determined to get them moving. “Quick! They’ll be along any second now!”

Obliging the young boy, Molly, Fred and George stumbled back into the kitchen. Fleur was startled so badly by the sudden arrival of them that she dropped the hot pan full of fresh-out-of-the-oven Madeleines. As the French woman started loudly cursing in her native language, George caught sight of the small grin on Molly’s face. He’d never felt closer to his mother than he did in that moment. 

Only a second or so later, Bill hurried into the kitchen to comfort his fiancée. A quick wave of his wand saved the Madeleines, but Fleur was much more difficult to calm. Neela crept in behind Bill to see what was going on.

Molly gave her a questioning look, and with a thumbs up, they knew they were good to go back into the living room, and they quickly did, desperately trying to get out of Fleur’s warpath. 

“What happened in there?” Regulus asked, coming back down the stairs. 

“Some Madeleines were nearly lost and their creator was not happy about it,” said George. Neela began to laugh at his phrasing, and though it took Regulus a second to fully understand what he had said, he joined in his sister’s laughter. Even Molly chuckled a bit.

After the laughter died down and the twins gave the Kumar siblings a proper greeting, they all sat down around the living room and grabbed a sandwich. Once Fleur was calm enough, she and Bill joined them, and the tension in the house seemed to cease for a moment or two.

“How was Diagon Alley?” Molly asked Bill, Neela, and Regulus.

“We didn’t spend too much time there, actually,” said Bill through a mouthful of ham sandwich. At the confused faces that met him, he swallowed and continued. “Not many of the shops were open, so we spent most our time in Muggle London.”

“Oh,” said Molly. There was a hint of sadness in her voice, but she tried her best to hide it. “And how was that?”

Neela beamed as she answered. “It was incredible. So many people were out, and there were so many decorations - it just felt so Christmasy! We walked around some of those Christmas markets - ”

“ - and Bill took us ice skating!” Regulus excitedly cut in. “It was amazing! We’ve never done it before!”

George leaned over to his eldest brother. “I think you may have just beaten us out for their favorite Weasley,” he joked.

Molly still seemed to be worried as she looked between Bill and the twins. “Is Diagon Alley really doing that badly?”

Fred grimaced. “It’s not looking too good, Mum. Gotten even worse since summer. Half of the shops have gone under, and the other half are just barely holding on.”

“Scared me half to death when I saw the lights off at your shop,” Bill said to the twins. “Forgot you were coming here today.”

George grinned, and seeing the slightly frightened looks on the Kumars’ faces, tried to lighten the mood. “Nah, they can’t get rid of us that easily,” he said in a brighter tone. He leaned over and ruffled Regulus’s hair. “So tell us more about Muggle London!”

Smiles quickly lit the kids’ faces, and they began to prattle on and on about their experience in Muggle London, Bill adding in, and Fleur commenting every now and then. By the time all the sandwiches were eaten, Neela and Regulus looked about ready to fall asleep.

“Were you all able to get more gift wrap?” Molly asked as the conversation died down a bit. 

Bill, Neela, and Regulus’s eyes all widened, looking around at each other. Molly’s famous motherly scowl was beginning to emerge, and it was clear that that was the one thing she’d asked them to pick up.

“Er - ” started Bill, but Fred rescued him.

“Don’t worry,” he said quickly. “George and I can go into town and pick some up.” 

Everyone looked thankful, but George most of all. He didn’t want to be there when the Kumars took a nap and Fleur and Molly were forced to interact again. 

With a grateful smile, Molly reached over and patted Fred’s hand. “I’m so happy to have you boys back home.”

-

“You know, at first, I thought she was just happy to see us because she wouldn’t have to be alone with Fleur anymore,” Fred was saying. In the bright afternoon, the twins thought it’d be best to walk into town. Heavy snow wasn’t supposed to hit for at least a couple more days, so the countryside was peaceful - a frosty, picturesque landscape. With the hustle and bustle of London, George had forgotten how much he loved it out here. “But I think she genuinely missed us.”

George smiled. “I missed her, too. I can’t tell you how excited I am for dinner. Cooking for yourself everyday has got to be one of the worst things about living on your own.”

“I don’t know,” chuckled Fred, “having to do your own laundry gives cooking a run for its money.”

George nodded in agreement as they came into the outskirts of Ottery St Catchpole. “While we’re in town, I think we should pick up something nice for Mum for Christmas. You know, show her how much we appreciate her.”

“You’re on your own there,” Fred scoffed. “I’ve already got Mum a present.”

George stopped in his tracks, looking at his twin with a dramatically hurt expression, right hand to his chest. “You got her something without me?” he exasperated. “You treacherous little - we always get her something together!”

“Not this year,” Fred smirked. “We’re businessmen now, Georgie. What better way to show Mum that we’ve made it than to splurge on her a little? And good luck topping what I’ve gotten her.”

“Oh, so it’s a competition now?” He caught up again with his twin, his hurt expression replaced with a competitive gleam in his eye. They turned onto the main street of the town, a street lined with local shops and businesses, the towering steeple of the church at the very end of it. It was known to be very lively, especially at this time of year, but as it was still the early afternoon on a Wednesday, the street was fairly empty. “What’d you get her?”

Fred chuckled evilly. “Like I’d tell you that.”

“Oh, shove off,” George joked, bumping his shoulder against Fred’s. “First you don’t tell me we’re getting separate gifts, and then - ” 

He stopped mid-sentence, because as he looked up, his eyes had found probably the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, walking just on the other side of the road. Her soft brown, wavy hair blew away from her face with the gentle winter breeze and the quickness of her stride, and even from a distance, George could see the pink flush on her oval face from the cold, and he was already awe-struck by her warm brown eyes. As his words fell flat, he had stopped walking again, caught in an utter trace by her. She didn’t seem to notice him at all.

Fred stopped as well, confused by his brother’s actions until he followed his gaze. When he saw her, his grin grew, and he looked back at George smugly. While they both had attracted a fair amount of female attention while at Hogwarts, Fred had always been the one that would act on it, and while George would flirt occasionally, he had always been pretty indifferent when it came to the girls at Hogwarts. Fred had definitely never seen him like this before, and it was something he very much enjoyed seeing. 

“Looks like it’s your lucky day,” said Fred as they watched the girl walk into a store. George looked over at Fred, flushing red and trying to ignore his brother’s smirk. “She’s going into the paper shop.”

[vancilart]

couple of birdies

[oreoskys]

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR LITTLE IDEAS BESTIE

= Kro (a bozo that PLAUGED MY DREAM and is now an ohsee) influencing Danté to music make u lose control, or pretty much tormenting any of the NRC students in their dreams, essentially being like 'aren't you tired of being nice, don't you wanna go apesh!t' (the song is basically about the personification of death telling a prince to overthrow his father. good soup)

= LEONEELA ANGST. LOTS OF IT. These hoes are BITTER. this one would have lots of flashing from past to present with flashing lights, but also a ballroom setting weirdly enough. Catch them dancing with scowls on their faces and tension you could cut with a kNIFE. What losers.

I ALSO get Cater vibes, like, big ones. Mainly as a sort of allegory for being addicted to outside validation and the struggle between that. It'd be more angsty but still with up-beat visuals during the chorus.

= Jack and Sadie* (platonic) angst!! They grew up together before Sadie's curse became too dangerous to let her play in the open.

Once Sadie escaped from where she was supposed to be waiting out the full moon, probably about when they were both thirteen-ish? Because of this, Sadie, in a transformed state began running around town. Jack had woken up due to the noise and essentially had to whack her over the head with a pan to get her to stop.

*Sadie Kinsley, twisted from Beast

= VIL ANGST VIL ANGST!! NO LITTLE GERMAN BOY DON'T OVERBLOT NOOOOO

= Aurem x Brisa content. It'd be just a bit gothic and have scenes abt Brisa's reanimation but it would ALSO Aurem and Brisa just being so wholesome and fluffy would be sprinkled in >:)

= Has the possibility of Aurem x Brisa content, BUT... Also Sadie / Vil content... we all know Vil's a monsterlover (projecting) and Sadie's literally. HOT if I could date them I WOULD. THEY HAVE MAGIC TATTOOS and I love the elegant x grungy trope. I am cringe but I am free. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

My music taste is strange to say the least I AM AWARE... and that concludes the end of my more refined thoughts. Unfortunately I don't think I'll ever sit down and do these justice BUT. Having the ideas just. Out there is good enough :) Remember that you asked for this. you invited the idea vampire into your home. and now I will force myself to finish up schoolwork :(

[blackskorpi0n]

𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡

[aldwirs]

MY BG3’S OCS: 3/?

NEELA ☆ TERA ☆ MOLLY ☆ ZINNIA ☆ SHILAE ☆ TAVEL

[goldyswg]

Interrupted storytime (Hot Chocolate p.2)

"A story..."

Goldy wasn't good at stories. But what could she tell to the eager little fennec fox crossbreed in front of her? Neela was eager, purple eyes wide, leaning close to the elder, holding the light closer to said elder's face. Goldy squinted.

"Umm..."

"Yeeees?" Neela pressured, smile growing in anticipation. Goldy didn't want to let her down... She nervously smiled back, looking away from the purple eyes staring her down. "Well..."

"There.. There was once.. A butler robot."

"A butler robot?"

"Yeah! A, a butler robot! And he had maid robots as friends, and a human girl who he served!" Okay, this wasn't original, but that was fine. Neela had never seen the show. Goldy wasn't allowed to show her anything. That was working to her advantage today.

Neela retracted the light from Goldy's eyes, much to the pink-head's relief, and put her hand to her mouth unsurely. "A human girl? Not a decretum, or a crossbreed." She sounded like she just wanted to make sure, so Goldy shook her head. She didn't think Neela would be upset by this. "Just human."

"Oh, okay! Carry on."

"And the girl's parents were really, really mean."

The younger child beamed. She liked this story. Goldy could tell, and a smile made its way onto her face too. "One day, the girl got a new rob-"

"What do you two think you're doing?"

Goldy flinched. Neela groaned and dropped the light, her ribbon disappearing. Aqua had yanked the blanket off of them, glaring with her hand on her hip. Her long hair was in a braid and she was wearing her pyjamas. Why was she even awake? Goldy thought Aqua was normally asleep by this time.

"Sorry, Aqua." Goldy mumbled, lowering her eyes and awkwardly putting her hands on her folded legs. Her ears flattened.

Neela, however, was not so apologetic. "Oh c'mon! We were having fun! Why do you ruin everything." Goldy's blue eyes widened, and she forced a terrified expression off her face. Neela shouldn't be so rude.

"Neela, it's past midnight. Goldy, I'd assume you'd have better judgement than this. Do you think an 8 year old doesn't need rest? I don't handle your health, frankly, I'm glad about that, but Neela is my sister, and I told you that she is supposed to have routine."

Yeah, but her routine normally includes being away from me. The cat crossbreed bit her tongue to stop herself from speaking the disrespectful words, her sharp teeth pressing uncomfortably into her tongue. "I'm sorry."

"I'd think so, but you never show it. Go to your room."

"Okay. I'm sorry...." She slid off the bed, tail trailing on the floor and her eyes frozen to the floor. She then paused, looking back over her shoulder to her little friend, looking annoyed on her bed.

"..Goodnight, Neela."

[gravebranches]

remade a piece from 2019. they're roommates

[neopoliitan]

HOLD UP! Could you zoom in on those various Tournament teams? Some of them I don't know, but there's three using the unnamed finalists, full names there for Kobalt and Ivori, and just a lot of names that I don't know! But I can't read them.

I'll write em down

Left side:

Team RWBY

Team ABRN

Team FNKI (Flynt Coal, Neon Katt, Kobalt Marigold, Ivori (I gave Ivori the surname "whocares" in this because I couldn't think of anything. It won't stick lmao)

Team JSPR (Jasper Sarlatova, Asagi Sarikaya, Phoebe Lake, Khloris Rhodes). This is an OC team who's not actually from Vacuo but I had their art so... it was an easy cut and paste. You can read about them here.

Team SSSN

Team NDGO

Team ZRCN (Zelde Sewick, Xanthos Ravindra, Cordovan Radcliff, Neela Oxford) They belong to @sustraiii

Left Side Silhouettes (some dumb names here):

Team CBLT (Cobalt) - Copper Ochre, Rosa Brick, Lime Citrus, Taupe Teale.

Team ATMN (Autumn) - Umber Autumn (the 3 musketeers finalist), Tango Kumquat, Mantis Moss, Navy Catalinea

Team LYON (Lion) - Linen Kokkinos, Vitellus Yolk, Lilac Orchid, Nigel Nautilus

Team MNGO (Mango) - Meridian Cobalt, Beige Naples, Viridian Green, Olive Gashley (Olive was later cut and put on FORG)

Team ASCA - belongs to @sustraiii. Alondra Kirsch (the Aladdin finalist), Clary Eklund, Silas Albero, Ashe Columbine.

Team SEAA (Sea) - Scarlet Schass, Elektra Fury (Elektra was later cut and put on FORG), Ariadne Guime, Aero Nimbus.

Team STAG (Stag) - Stella Quincy, Tan Grullo, Ash Argent, Aureolin Gelb)

Team MSTY (Misty) - Maroon Twilight, Salt Guyabano, Jet Timberwolf, Yin Ming

Right side:

Team JNPR

Team BRNZ

Team RAIN - Robin Lincoln, Akane Amaranth, Irving Hawthorne, Nyssa Noirette. If you don't know about them what the hell are you doing here, read the 929 page comic about them.

Team BASL (Basil) - Brandy Alvarado, Amaretto Alvarado, Sherry Rosalia, Arioch Lundie.

Team PCMN (Persimmon), Penny's Team - Penny Polendina, Ciel Soleil, Mango Fuoco, Gemma Nyanza. Mango and Gemma probably won't show up, they were just drawn for this, they were named after Mangiafuoco and Jiminy Cricket. The idea was that CMN were all plants to manage Penny's day to day - Ciel kept her appointments, Mango was aware she was a robot and would perform hotfixes when Pietro wasn't immediately available, Gemma was basically her moral compass.

Team RUBR (Rubber) - Rae Noire (later moved to FORG), Claret Upsdell, Bleumont Brass, Ruber Rose (A cousin, perhaps???)

Team CFVY

Team CMSN (Crimson) - Crimson Rust, Mars Garnet, Savio Sinopia, Nyx Tupelo

Team CRDL

Team UMBR (Umber) - Umber Gorgonieon (later moved to FORG), Mauve Aster, Bistre Beaver, Rory Raddock

Team TSCN (Tuscan) - Tyrus Niter, Scoria Flint, Adularia Chalk, Nitro Gin

Team NACL (Salt, NaCL is the chemical formula) - Naia Nile, Akira Murasaki, Cyan Bleumont, Layla Blackwell

Team LLAC (Lilac) - Lillian Armilde, Harriet Lazuli, Amaryllis Armilde, Cait Miya. They belong to @mercurryblack

Team INKK (Ink) - Irvine Inkwell, Nickel Bolt, Keppel Jade, Kepler Jade

Team BISK (Bisque) - Burgundy Braun, Indigo Orchid, Stan Silber, Kombucha Cream (I was running out of steam by that last one)

Team NYTE (Night) - Nou Helios, Yulduz Yildirim, Tawny Bisk, Ecru Feldgrau

If anyone wants to nab those silhouette names and draw what they could look like/adopt them, be my guest. I'm not doin' anything with em XD