#oc: atalanta

[liontamarin]

WOAH oh my god?? it's oc time??! some character sheets of my main two gals for my original story, Visions of the Hereafter!

the plot focuses on heiress to the underworld (also known as the medium in-universe), atalanta, who shows great raw power but has incredible difficulty channeling and restraining her emotions, which is super important when you're a necromancer. and while her mentors have taught her a lot, her aunt brisa never lets her hear the end of how far behind she is, as the clock is ticking for her ascension as head necromancer.

meanwhile, mortal delinquent and con artist kris has lived her whole life with the strange ability to sense the dead...when atalanta goes up to the surface under brisa's strict supervision as part of her training, what on earth happens when she manages to sneak off anyways and bumps into kris? it seems like the two are inexplicably connected, somehow...could the realms of the living and dead colliding like this only spell disaster just like atalanta's education in the medium has always taught her, or could it perhaps lead to something more...?

everything regarding this story is gonna be in my #VotHa tag from now on, more guys to come!

[yandere-paramour]

Hey Paramour! I noticed that we started our blogs around the same time so I basically see each other as yandere blog siblings??? sorry for the weird term lol

But my point is - I'm really happy to see you grow from Vivien till now. Thank you so much for taking the time for all of us to hear your characters, and simp for them! (my fav's Noelle!)

I hope you had a merry Christmas, and have a pleasant Happy New Year! I give u a kith 😘😘😘

Now I haven't seen Asteria's appearance around the blog yet, so apologies if it's way off!

love u Paramour! <3333

Bro 🥺🥺

This ask had me about to CRY!!! You're literally so sweet. We are DEFINITELY yan-blog siblings 🥹🥹

And these arts are IMMACULATE!!! I saw them and nearly started SCREAMING

Vivien has exactly the same wild energy as I imagine him to have, and he's got his little piercings!!! You remembered!!!! AND THEN THE LITTLE KITTY EARS!!!!

Ata has that suave, charming atmosphere she always has and that handwriting is PERFECT!

Noelle's perfectly neat hair and the little hearts around her! This is how I imagine she looks at you, with so much love and devotion, she would love you so much!!

Asteria looks JUST like Ata and her hair is so thick and wavy, I LOVE IT!! You can tell she's been formidable in her time but now she just plays tennis and pegs her husband.

Jamie has that fatherly, delicate air that he always has, like he just gave you some advice over tea and a slice of cake he baked. He's always been just so sweet, I can tell that man gives THE BEST hugs!

You are an ARTIST!!! This is def going on one of my FAVORITE asks!!

[hotpotrandomfics]

Clara: What is your five-year plan?

Ciel: What does that mean?

Clara, flabbergasted: Your five year plan?! Like what are you gonna do in the next five years?

Ciel, scared: What am I gonna do in the next five years?!

Clara, annoyed: You gotta have a plan!

Ciel: Clara, I don’t even know what I’m gonna do in the next FIVE HOURS!

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Disclaimer: Clara Ostá is an intellectual property of @mastrmiscellaneous , please go support them and their great works!

[triclitch]

(Click of better Rez)

I desperately wanna see these babies in the next game 😭

Interaction based off a short story I wrote years ago 💀

This is gonna be a long ass chain 😭

[lapinbunwrites]

Waaaahhh! In this FE 3H art scuffle that I participated in, I received this lovely attack by @loola-a of a Fraldarius Family portrait featuring my oc of Duchess Fraldarius, Amelia and Glenn!! Also, please look at baby Felix, his little bowl cut and his eyes. He has not seen the horrors of the world, he is to pure for this world.

Please do not repost, steal, edit, use for AI/NFT, sell, etc. without permission!

[dandyseedlings]

quick demon oc thing

[se7ens-oc-heaven]

Fun tip from your local oc hoarder: if you have old ocs or concepts that never went anywhere, didn't quite grab you, just didn't quite work - re-insert them into the world as the npcs. The background character. The side cast.

And here's why, in a nutshell - it'll help your world feel more cohesive, to you and to anyone seeing it.

Yeah, sure, you can hastily slap together a bland shopkeep during a shopping scene, or slip in generic fan designs at a concert. But if you have someone Established, specific, someone who doesn't Have to reoccur, buuuuut... maybe the main characters always go into the store during so-and-so's friday shifts, or maybe you have concert scenes frequently enough that you'd start picking out the same fans who always attend for their favorite band... Adds to how natural it all feels, you know?

Does it have to be an old oc? Can't it be someone made to fit, I hear you ask? Well, sure! And obviously if you only have one or two ocs that aren't active, you'll have to anyways. But it's a two birds with one stone exercise - because now you've streamlined your process for having an established npc. You already have an idea of how that old oc looks, or talks, or acts. You may already know what setting they'd likely frequent, or even miscellany like what music they like or hobbies they have. Your generic npc doesn't have to have speaking lines or relevance - but if they needed to or you wanted them to, now they can. They'll have substance that keeps things from feeling too flat.

And idk, obviously some people don't pay much attention to things like that - but I've found that it makes a huge difference to me even when I hadn't realized it. It adds some extra depth to the world in small ways, that you may or may not ever use, but that way it's already built in. No scrambling or extra work to project traits onto some faceless character who talks to your protag about musicians for one scene.

This is also helpful for subverting "kill your darlings" a bit, for those who struggle a lot with that concept in their writing and worldbuilding - because for me, my problem tends to be that it's not that the darling is Entirely Pointless, it's just that they aren't a good fit. Killing a really good idea and banishing it to the drafts forever can suck. But learning how to Recycle the darling helps keep it in relevance, but by plugging it in to a better purpose than the original draft. That makes it easier to cut ideas out of my writing - because I can rest easy knowing I have it in reserve for its time to shine elsewhere.

I'd imagine this won't work for everyone, but I've found as I work on my hero story that it's added a lot of joy. Characters who fell to the sidelines or into obscurity simply because they weren't cut out for hero business now have time to shine in other small ways.

I have a girl who realistically will end up just being a background jogger. But she's also on a track team, and likes handmaking pottery in her spare time. I have a guy with weather powers, but he's focused pursuing being a talented violinist, with minimal active involvement in the hero business beyond happening to have heroes who are fans of his work.

Heck, one of my favorite characters is a duo of guys sharing a body that are just waiters at the local diner. One of them can reverse gravity or even practically rewind time with the snap of his finger if he so chose. These are powers that he studies endlessly for so he can hone and refine them better. But all he cares about is protecting his family and friends, so all you typically see him use his powers for is preventing glasses from being broken or saving his crush from tripping.

It makes me happy to see my kids just going about their day, filling a role in the background. Will they be more relevant? It's possible! But even if they aren't, there will always be glimpses - of the redhead jogging down the street, of someone in the middle of listening to a track from a classical violinist, of a waiter effortlessly stopping plates from being dropped in the middle of taking an order - all in the backdrop of whatever panel or scene or what have you that comes up.

It helps it all feel more like a world everyone belongs in, rather than a staged play. You know? And it's a very fulfilling feeling for me, both as author and as reader.

So yeah. Don't be afraid to recycle those old ocs. Tweak or streamline them if you need, but if you hold them even a little dear to your heart and can get them to click, I promise you won't regret it.

[monpalace]

I’m thinking thots at work, what do we think Wild’s [Name] would be like? -🧚🏽‍♀️

i feel like she'd be the leash that stops him from literally killing himself with whatever dumbshit that comes to mind and wild's the puppy that finds something (in this case, [name]) and refuses to leave it?

maybe she's someone who works at the castle who survived the calamity and was put into something like the chamber of resurrection in hopes they'd find each other and she'd keep him from doing more dumb shit because someone realized "hey, [name] and zelda are the only ones link listens to. they're literally his impulse control. but zelda's not here and [name]'s not immortal, so we should probably put her in like, a cryo-chamber or something" and then handed her off to the sheikah and said "do something please"

or she's some sort of mysterious figure who always appears out of nowhere (and gets to places you'd least expect to find them in) and isn't there when you turn around to look at them? like, maybe she showed up on the great plateau when wild first woke up, was questioned by the king as to how she got there, she just hits him with a "don't worry 'bout it sweetheart," and sticks with wild until he's ready before literally disappearing once he lands on the ground outside the great plateau? then at some point, he finds her again, asks where she's been, and he gets hit with "i was out having fun and getting what i needed to be done," before sticking with him for a few more days and ultimately disappearing again

imagine if she just showed up in the lost woods while he was about to get the master sword and absolutely scared him with "you'll probably want to get more health for that. it'll knock a lot out of you." "how do you know?" "just know that i know and be thankful that i told you," before going off to trade with some koroks and disappearing??

or what if she's a good friend of link's (or lover. idk) that died over the course of the hundred years he's been asleep? she's a ghost like the king, but because she doesn't have to guide him and help him relearn things (the king took that upon himself), she's just there to keep him company? because either zelda or the gerudo (keeping the geurdo to my heart no matter what 🤞🏽) managed to turn her into a spirit/ghost that's not exactly similar to the champions in the sense she isn't stuck to one spot/person and has her own separate set of rules? maybe she's not able to be seen by anyone else except wild so he has to do this, that, and the third to not look insane when she's talking to him in front of people? then, when everything's said and done, she doesn't disappear like the champions or the king because she's was created by the gerudo/zelda?-- or, if zelda made her, she's significantly weaker than 100 years before (and grows weaker the longer wild takes to beat ganon) since zelda's grown weaker as well, but as time passes post-ganon's defeat, she grows stronger?

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Happy (Belated) Birthday Atalanta Jackson! (October 3rd)

Tag List: @airwolf92 – want to be added?

[camping-with-monsters]

Fun fact. Plantae don’t have breasts. Atalanta is 100% free to go shirtless and it won’t be perceived as indecent or immodest. She has somewhat of a chest-ish form still but it’s kinda just protective muscle for the rib cage at that point.

Also please behave yourselves in the notes.

[humonculuss]

my sphinxsona again. I was messing with colors in this one

she has 6 legs here.

[liontamarin]

i am once again treating my ocs like dress up dolls 😁 (stills of outfits under the cut)

[yandere-paramour]

First Time with Atalanta - NSFW

"Ata... Can we talk?" You fidget uncomfortably, stabbing holes in your lemon cake instead of eating it, "I've been thinking about something."

Expertly using her spoon, she separates a small portion of her tiramisu, bringing it to her mouth, "Of course, Darling. What is it?"

"I think I'm at the point where I'm ready to start being intimate with you."

Atalanta's spoon stops midway to her mouth, and you are treated with something you so rarely get to see: her expression of pure surprise, "I apologize, Darling, I don't think I heard that correctly. Would you mind repeating yourself?"

"I said I think I'm ready to have sex with you."

It had taken seven months after your kidnapping relocation before you felt comfortable with her even platonically touching you, a year before you could touch her of her own volition, and 18 months before she hesitantly asked if she could kiss you. The beginning had been difficult. You resisted with all you had, kicking, screaming, and biting. Most of your memories from the first week or two are hazy; you were kept under round-the-clock sedation until you learned to stop yelling and hurting yourself. A couple of months, a number of hours in fetal position in the Reflection Room, and a few bare-bottomed spankings later, you settled down.

Life with Atalanta really wasn't so bad. You wished she had gone about courting you the traditional way, but her rebuttal was kind of fair; you never would have agreed to casually date the heiress to a billion-dollar fortune. You understood why she did it; you didn't agree with her methods but you understood. And she did apologize. Well, she apologized for removing you from everything you held dear and scaring you, not that she kidnapped you at all, but it's about the sentiment behind the words, not the words themselves.

As captors went, Atalanta was great. She made it clear from the beginning that she had no intention of keeping you locked away. She wanted an equal partner to love and respect, not a captive to own. Once you relaxed and realized the depth of her feelings for you, and she was sure you wouldn't run from her, she would show you all the world had to offer.

And she thought the world of you, even if you really didn't deserve it. The first time she had fallen asleep in your presence, you snuck out and the only thing stopping you were the guards stationed outside the penthouse on the night shift. That escape attempt had earned you a spanking and an entire day in the Reflection Room, but you didn't give in. You tried to escape four more times, meeting failure after failure. After your fifth attempt had earned you four separate spankings and three straight days isolated in the Reflection Room, you decided to yield, if only for a while.

That was the best decision you had ever made. Once you decided to calm down and lure Atalanta into a false sense of security, you were truly able to understand her. She was a deeply lonely woman whose view of romance was shaped entirely by her parent's weird relationship. She lavished all of her attention on you, buying you anything you looked at for longer than a few seconds. She took you out and treated you to something special every Friday night, ran you a relaxing bath each day, and never hesitated to make sure you were taken care of before herself. You had never experienced this, being put on a pedestal and worshipped like you were a goddess, spoiled beyond belief if only you would stay hers. As the months passed, you found you didn't want to leave. You liked it here, and you liked Atalanta.

You... really liked Atalanta. Ever since she had gently taken you by the waist and silently asked if she could kiss you, you had been thinking about her more and more. In the early mornings, when she rolled over and gently kissed your forehead when she thought you were still asleep, her hair flopping over one eye, you thought about pulling on that soft hair as she rammed into you. When she bathed you, you found yourself wishing she would strip down, join you, and ravish you in the warm water. When you lounged reading on the settee in her office, you saw her swiping the touchscreens on her computers, wishing those fingers were somewhere else.

These thoughts haunted you, whispering in your ear to take your relationship to the next level. And that is why you were here, visiting Atalanta at work, distracting her from her tiramisu.

"D-Darling, sweetness, are you serious?" She set her spoon down, hands shaking, "You've never mentioned this desire before. Is something bothering you? You know we can take our relationship at our own pace. If you're not ready, I won't push you."

"But... But I do feel ready. I want this, I do," You look up at her through your eyelashes, hoping she understands your sincerity, "I've been thinking about this, about you, for a while."

Regaining her composure, Atalanta sits up straight, looking you squarely in the eye, "I understand, Darling. I appreciate you giving me the privilege of caring for you in this way. I give my word that I will treat you with the love and reverence you deserve. Please give me some time to adequately prepare. Does Saturday night agree with you?"

"Saturday sounds perfect," You give her a smile. Finally, you can get off without having to hide in the shower and wish your hand was hers.

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Saturday afternoon during a late lunch, Atalanta kindly asks you to vacate the apartment for an hour or so so she can ready things. She is so sheepish when she asks that it makes you want to agree to anything she says just so you can kiss her beautiful face. The driver takes you to the riverside, and you take a relaxing walk along the promenade, stomach full of butterflies in preparation for your upcoming night. Finally, a text from Atalanta comes, saying that she is ready for you. You signal to Abebe and Silva that you want to go back right now.

"Ata?" You slink back into the penthouse, noting that nothing looks different to the immediate eye, "I'm back."

No response greets you, so you head upstairs. Perhaps she's in her study and can't hear you.

When you open the door to your shared bedroom, your mouth drops open. Flowers, candles, and silk ribbons cover the room, turning what was your steady, comfortable master bedroom into an enchanted forest. The lighting is soft and dim, and the room smells lightly of lavender. The finest treat of all is Atalanta on the bed with the covers turned down, clad in the classic butch lingerie of a sports bra and boxers, holding two flutes of champagne flavored with strawberries.

Two minutes later, you are also in your underwear, and Atalanta is handing you a flute to "settle your nerves". She knows you so well. She settles you firmly between her legs, your back to her chest. As you sip, she slips her hands into your bra, gently rubbing your nipples between her fingers.

"Is this alright?" She whispers, her breath hot in your ear, making you shiver.

You blush, turning to press your face into her neck, "Yeah... Keep going."

"Let's get this off, hm?" She kisses down your neck to the middle of your back, expertly taking off your bra, baring your chest to her.

She takes your empty flute, carefully setting it on the nightstand, and turns her attention to you. Suddenly, everything escalates. She is on top of you in a second, her mouth everywhere. She kisses, bites, sucks, leaving little love marks all over your shoulders and upper chest. While she uses her mouth, her hands wander. They start at your hips and move to your nipples, your hair, your legs, parting your thighs so she can slip in between them. Her thumbs slide into your underwear, massaging gentle circles as they move lower and lower.

"A-Atalanta," You pant, there is so much stimulation going on that you almost feel overwhelmed.

Her mouth comes off your nipple with a pop, "Yes, my love?"

"Touch me," You whine, a begging tone you'll be embarrassed about in the morning, "Please touch me- I can't take it anymore."

"As you wish, Darling," In a flash, she shimmies your underwear down your legs and throws it across the room.

As fast as she's going, she moves to touch you very slowly, starting with a touch at the top of your thigh so you know where she's going next. She positions herself on her left side, allowing her right hand a better angle. Delicately, she touches you for the first time, slipping a single finger in between your folds to feel how wet you really are. Resisting the urge to taste you, she lines up her hand.

"You're so wet for me, it must be uncomfortable," She purrs into your ear, "Let me help you with that, Darling."

She places the pad of her finger on your clit, making you jolt before she begins rubbing in sweet circles. She kneads you between her fingers, rolling that sensitive organ this way and that, leaving you a whimpering puddle beneath her. It only gets better when she slips two fingers into your wet heat, pumping them in and out in a smooth motion. Atalanta bites back a smirk; your hole widens to accommodate her in milliseconds, and you give no resistance. You're practically gushing for her.

"You're doing great, sweetheart. Just relax for me," She bites at your earlobes, gingerly sucking on them, "Good girl. You're adorable."

When she curls her fingers to touch the spongy mass of skin inside of you, you can't take it anymore. You explode, fireworks going off in your mind and body. You shake in her arms, letting out a perfect moan as she coaxes you through your orgasm. Her soothing voice whispers praises and compliments in your ear as she takes care of you. You're the loveliest girl in the world, her goddess, her princess, her precious Darling. You'll stay cherished and protected in her arms forever, you're so enchanting when you're like this, a picture of perfection, all for her to see. You're hers.

After your orgasm, you lie back in her arms, eyes closed, simply content to drink in the moment with her. Your body is loose and pliant, muscles untensed. Her arms are caged protectively around you, patting, massaging, and soothing you as much as she can.

"How did that feel, my love?" Atalanta strokes your hair, occasionally kissing your forehead, "Did you enjoy it?"

"Water? Please?" Your throat is dry, and you feel sleepy.

She moves quickly, grabbing a nearby unopened bottle of spring water and holding it to your lips, helping you drink, "Are you alright? Did I go too far?"

The water brings a little more strength back to your body, "No, no, I'm fine. Just... a little tired. It felt great."

"Really?" Her eyes light up, "I'm glad I could pleasure you in that way. Please lie back and let me look after you for now. Do you need anything?"

"Is it your turn?" You reach for the waistband of her boxers, confused as to why she is still semi-clothed while you are naked and flushed, "I can help you too if you want."

"No," She grabs your wrist in a light grip, bringing it back to your side, "Tonight is all about you and only you, understand?"

"Oh," Your face colors, embarrassed to have all this attention focused on your pleasure alone, "Yes. I understand."

"Besides," She pats your head and lifts your chin to kiss you, "You need to rest up for the second round."

"Huh?"

"We are not done. I have used neither my mouth nor my strap yet."

"Your mouth?"

"Of course. I have been aching for months to taste you and I'm finally getting the chance. So please, my love, take a few minutes then roll over onto your back, spread your legs, and relax for me. It's only fair I get to have something sweet tonight."

...

"...Did you say strap?"

"Another day, my beloved. Another day. I don't want to overwhelm you on our first time, and you will need to be thoroughly prepared to take me without pain. That will require an extended period of time"

"But strap someday, right?"

"Right, my love. I would never deny you the chance to come on my cock."

You draw hearts on her bare leg with your finger, "So... how long is it?"

"The largest one is nine inches, but don't worry. I have a number of smaller ones I can train you with. We'll work up to it."

You feel a wet gush between your legs, making you lightheaded with a burning need, "Maybe... maybe we can try those tomorrow. Please?"

[the-demoness-next-door]

my character atalanta in a star trek au!

(she/they/it)

[hotpotrandomfics]

Riordanverse OC Headcanon: Ciel Ambrose Silverstein Top. (Training)

Ciel first teacher was his father, Alexander Silverstein (formerly Alexander Corbyn) and he taught his son the basics of street boxing. Alexander was a troubled youth when he lived in his home country of the United Kingdom, but his father (Ciel grandfather) had Alex take up boxing. Though Alex fought Ciel what he knew as means to defend against the bullies he dealt with at school. One day, Alex received a call to his restaurant about his son being suspended because he taken down his bully. When Alex picked up Ciel he reinforced the importance of not resorting to violence right away and be smarter than his opponent. Though he did reward him with ice cream when Ciel told him he used a cross hook followed with a lead uppercut against the bully (Alex preferred knockout combination).

Once Ciel learned he was a demigod and returned home for the fall season of school he was put into an official martial arts school. The Sifu was a regular at Alex’s restaurant and learned from him the bare minimum of Ciel circumstances. The need to protect himself from bullies but doing it efficiently. Ciel would be introduced to his Sifu, a Wing Chun/Kali practitioner, and would be training everyday so he could improve his precious and sensitive but giving him the ability to learn to sharpen his battle reflexes. The son of Hecate prior boxing training and summer at Camp Half Blood sharpened his skills for unorthodox scenarios.

Ciel excelled more in hand to hand combat than he did with weapons which when applied with his powers and magic made him a deadlier foe as he grew older. By the time he was eighteen, he was on the verge of reaching disciple hood among his peers at his school. Training year round had accelerated the curriculum to above the average martial art student, but given his life as a demigod it made it all the more important to train harder than the rest of his peers.

Ciel third and fourth teachers were close friends of his, Clara Atalanta Ostá (daughter of Hades and Guardian) and Pollen Vice (Egyptian Magician and Host of Serqet), both of whom were imperative to helping him complete his fighting style (property of @mastrmiscellaneous). Clara is a master swordsman whose skills would give the prodigy of the era (Percy Jackson) a run for his money and more. She did not allow Ciel to neglect weapons training as she sparred with him daily at camp and gave intense critique on his skills improvement or lack there of. Pollen Vice, Ciel met during the Battle of Manhattan offered him a chance to train with Brooklyn House after the conflict. The Host of Serqet taught Ciel how magic training is imperative and how raw magic is more problematic than it is necessary.

[gooberdotnet]