#oc: atalanta

[liontamarin]

finally officially introducing some MORE guys to the cast of VotHa...horsemannn edition!! i have been WAITING to get to these guys. the second set of siblings with many problems and issues <3 both pestilence and war have specific connections to both zenith and brisa, respectively, so they get put together.

the four pillars of mortality, more colloquially known as the four horsemen, are fundamental in overseeing different domains of mortality, in which smaller medium departments devoted to more niche aspects of death and the afterlife either fit under or can collaborate with. however, fitting into atalanta's life after the rebellion proves to be more than a bit difficult for all four of them, and in vastly different ways. pestilence, aka "pesty," couldn't care less about preparing atalanta for "responsibility"—that's a kid, let her be a kid! let's think about the consequences later! how bad could that be? but war thinks otherwise. it's not like atalanta can just shake off the entire world she represents overnight. not without even more people getting hurt in the process.

...and, well, it certainly doesn't help that pesty's got some unresolved baggage about zenith. or that war's gotten herself into a fairly complicated relationship with brisa. boy, that better not lead to some messy entanglements with how these two mentor atalanta! sure would hate for that to happen!! the fate of the underworld is kind of in this fifteen year old's hands now...and also these maladjusted forty-somethings. tough luck, huh? let's just hope they're up for the task...

(check out these sheets for more context on the story!!

atalanta & kris // brisa & zenith)

[yandere-paramour]

something something Ata finding a platonic darling after getting her hands on her spouse and basically forcefully adopting said platonic darling

bonus points if the platonic darling is some timid wetcat trying to escape an abusive family

This is cute scenario, very similar to Darling!Daughter.

Atalanta already has a Darling spouse she's very happy with, but she somehow comes across you one day. You're sobbing like a baby, the worst cries of your life. Your family is abusive, but they won't let you into the domestic violence shelter because you're still underage. You don't have any food, money, or work experience, and it's cold enough that you might actually freeze to death tonight.

But your luck is greater than you realize.

"What's wrong, little one?"

Your first thought is Mafia. A gorgeous woman, surrounded by thick, beefy bodyguards, is speaking to you. Her face is endowed with parental concern, looking at you like you're a poor little wet kitten in the rain.

You look around, afraid to speak, but it's clear she's not leaving, not without an explanation. So you spill your story, hating the way her face screws up with anguish. She shakes her head and stands to her full height, making up her mind.

"Come with me," She holds out one perfectly manicured hand, "I can get you someplace warm for the night, and we can work from there."

Your choices are go with her or stay here, so you go. Her car is warm, and you feel bad sitting on the seat in your dirty clothes. She is clearly a very wealthy woman, tapping out a text on the latest iPhone, while you try to stay quiet and hope she won't have a change of heart and shove you out onto the highway.

She brings you to some apartment building in the next town over, and when one of the bodyguards bids her a goodnight, you finally realize who this woman is. This is Atalanta Montclair, heiress to the Montclair dynasty, the richest person within 500 miles, a woman of looks, brains, and wealth. Your face is clearly terrified, and you want to escape, but you and her are in an elevator, her clearly noticing but ignoring your fears.

She brings you to a room on an unmarked floor. The room is pristine, white bedclothes, clothing in your size already in the closet, large TV with all channels. You've never seen such luxury. Montclair does not touch you, only advises you to stay the night and she will be back to speak to you in the morning. She sends some food up for you, and leaves you to rest in peace, only warning you to be good and stay in the room until she comes to get you.

You decide to take your good fortune as it comes. You take a much-needed shower, eat the warm soup and crusty bread, and sleep on the softest mattress you've ever felt. You feel like a whole new person and it's only been one night. Atalanta Montclair must be an angel sent by God themself, so you might as well obey her.

Atalanta is back down with you late the next morning. She looks pleased at your clean, well-fed state, and praises you for taking care of yourself, making you blush. You thank her profusely for the food and warm bed, telling her than you'll get out of her hair soon, but she won't have it. Before you know, she's convinced you to stay another night.

And then a week passes. Then two weeks. Then two months.

The building is massive. You've been to the Montclair's apartment and had dinner with Atalanta's wife many times, even spending some time with the lady during the day. You've accompanied her on shopping trips, trying to refuse all the soft pastel clothes she insisted on buying you, but she won't have it. You've had tea with her on the garden terrace, even fallen asleep watching a movie in the screening room, and woken up to a soft blanket draped over your shoulders.

You've become almost like a child again, a companion trailing after your saviors as the spoil you with gifts and luxury. Atalanta is even talking about moving your room closer to the main apartment. Every time you try to leave, there is always another slice of cake, another movie to watch, another cup of hot chocolate for you to drink. You're doted on like a beloved child, even having your own staff assigned to look after you and protect you. You're never in the elevator alone, and you have no idea where your important documents are now; Atalanta said she was keeping them safe in her office but you're not allowed in there without her.

Honestly, the whole situation was a dream. Outside this glorious building is endless capitalistic work, abusive parents, freezing cold wind that makes your weak joints ache. There's nothing for you out there, nothing you want to be bothered with.

You should just stay. Atalanta and her wife clearly want you here, they're talking about taking a trip to Greece soon and you heard them mention 3 tickets. No one's ever wanted you before, and no one's ever treated you this well either. You're doted on here, loved and adored and hugged, getting to really experience the love of parents who don't abuse you in 15 different ways. You even get pocket money.

You're still waiting for the other shoe to drop, but for now, you're... here. And you really don't want to go back.

[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!

[humbly-a-doppelganger]

Unfortunately, my ocs saw the line between platonic and romantic love and decided to use it like a fucking skipping rope

[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!

[chimeraartist]

various atlases! they like franco. franco doesnt like them.

[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.

[secretsunbird]

Welcome Mortals!! (18+)

This secret project doesn't have an official title yet so until then I'm just going to refer to it as Sunbird (It's a nickname Icarus gets from Heracles at the beginning of the story.)

The reason the project is a secret is because I'm trying to maintain motivation! It's sort of a therapy project. My friends just aren't allowed to know about it yet.

This story follows Icarus, a young man who recently managed to escape from a tower in Crete alongside his father Daedalus. After being saved from certain death, Icarus goes on a quest to reunite with his father, rescue a friend left behind and give the Titan God of the Sun a big ol smooch on the lips.

Along the way, Icarus gets swept up in the fates of other famous characters from Greek Mythology. Seeing as he was supposed to die in the fall, him being alive results in A LOT of shenanigans. A few important characters that appear in this story include: Heracles, Medusa, Perseus, Atalanta and THESEUS!! All my homies hate Theseus…

(I know Perseus is technically Heracles's great grandpa but you'll quickly notice I've fucked up the whole timeline for this story lol so they're just half brothers here!)

This started because I've always loved Icarus's myth and I wanted him to live so...also I genuinely just wanted to draw him and Helios making out.

As of right now I'd probably describe it as an adventure/fantasy/historical/found family/ Greek mythology retelling with definite romance that comes a little later lol

CONTENT WARNINGS:

If I post something that requires a content warning, I’ll include one on the individual post but here are some for the general storyline!!

(I’ll add them as I discover them in the plot)

-Strong Language/ Sexual Innuendo

TAGS INCLUDE:

#sunbirdlore for them good lore drops

#sunbirdintros for character introductions

#sunbirdasks for asks

#sunbirdart for posts with art attached

I'll add specific character tags and everything once I have more content posted.

If y'all have any questions, feel free to ask! I'll try to answer any asks with character art if possible because I'd love any excuse to draw these guys <3

Thanks for checking out my blog and I hope you find a little joy in my art!

[liontamarin]

the next set of guys i wanna introduce for VotHa!! meet brisa, the medium's head statistician, and her infamous, long-dead brother, zenith. for the adult cast, at least, Visions is a very siblings-focused story...and much of the cast's relationships with one another revolves around how they viewed zenith, especially for brisa. Everything Is This Guy's Fault!!!!

the (under)world of this universe operates as a bureaucracy: different departments of the medium handle different aspects, means, and sometimes even interpretations, of death and the afterlife. above all of that, though, stand the recordkeepers: the head statistician and the head librarian, who compile information encompassing all departments. they're both usually hereditary positions given to the current ruler's siblings...head statistician brisa, however, is in quite a tricky position: she's currently interim head necromancer, alongside her usual duties, picking up the mess that her brother's trial and resulting political unrest has left behind...

suddenly handed the responsibility of raising a child to be an heir well-respected enough to repair the public image of the petaloudas after both zenith's execution and atalanta's parents getting assassinated, she's called for the assistance of the horsemen, four powerful siblings and medium officials who knew zenith quite well, in training atalanta. little did she know that despite their well-deserved reputations as powerhouses, they're...far more eclectic than she'd bargained for. and also just as inexperienced with children as she is. and have essentially become yet another responsibility to handle on brisa's already-full plate.

as atalanta uncovers more about the baggage zenith left behind, however, both physically and emotionally, perhaps her mentors could be of some use to her...and brisa, too, potentially, if the two ever manage to get past their rocky relationship with one another...and if brisa ever manages to get past hers with zenith. maybe as the last two survivors of the royal bloodline, they'll teach each other a few things about their family name...eventually.

(check out the sheets for atalanta & kris here if you want more context on this story!!)

[humonculuss]

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

she has 6 legs here.

[yandere-paramour]

"I want him dead."

"You don't understand, Noelle," Ata's voice hardened, startling Noelle into a barely imperceptible flinch. She had heard Ata's anger many times but had never been on the receiving end of it. As pathetic as it was, she couldn't help but become a little child again, trying to look contrite enough to escape a slap because she had done something as unforgivable as to spill her milk or miss a question on her homework.

"I don't just want him ruined. I want him dead," Atalanta hissed, hands twitching like she was barely restraining them from hitting someone. Had she ever hit someone before? Perhaps in training or a playful punch on the arm between friends, but not real. Never real.

"I-I understand, Ms. Montclair. I will contact him immediately," Noelle hated herself for the momentary tremor in her voice. Pull yourself together. You're not a child.

Noelle left the office without another word, needing to escape Atalanta's oppressive atmosphere. Her eyes momentarily found the small bowl of chocolate truffles on her desk. This week was dark chocolate cappuccino, a particular favorite of hers. She ached to pop one in her mouth, to feel the cloying sweetness and bitter coffee envelop her tongue, but that was for later. She had work to do now.

Noelle pulled out the unmarked cell phone from the locked box under the hidden compartment of her desk. There was only one contact, and unless there was an emergency, he would pick up within the first three rings. Atalanta was a particularly important client; whatever inane business he did whenever Atalanta and Noelle weren't in the room was irrelevant. Atalanta had more than enough money to draw his attention.

"You've reached Zachariah," The smooth, slow voice answered in its mildly amused tone, "How may I help you today?"

Noelle ignored the joking air, "Civilian, living on Maple Street. We need the camera and laptop and we need to make it look like an accident. 5k."

To his credit, Zachariah cut the bullshit, "Send me the information. I can have it done by the end of the week. Do you want them to suffer?"

"Terribly."

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Atalanta put her head on her desk, hands on her knees, and tried in vain to calm down. Poor Darling was distraught; multiple security reports over the last hour have reported her having shut herself up in their room, crying audibly behind the locked door. Noelle had graciously allowed her own precious girlfriend to leave the sanctity of her apartment and go to the penthouse, but it wasn't enough. Atalanta needed to be there.

She grit her teeth, furious. Atalanta had been an important subject of the local paparazzi since her birth but this was different. This was Darling. Atalanta had promised that life with her would be comfortable and luxurious, and now your personal information is leaked. And not just your personal information, your body.

Your lovely body. Only Ata was supposed to behold you, and only in the comfort of your marital bed, but that bastard snuck into your changing room and caught you topless, and then had the gall to send threats, promising to release the photos to the world if not for 100k in unmarked bills. Atalanta ground her perfect teeth.

You were hers.

Hers.

Simply sending a goon to smash his camera and laptop wasn't enough. Plucking out his eyes wasn't enough. Even cutting off his filthy dick wasn't enough.

For the crime of making you cry, he needed to die.

Atalanta tried to calm down and breathe. Zachariah could handle it. He would handle it. She had no doubt about that; the man was a professional. The problem was that Atalanta wanted to... assist. Usually, she preferred to keep her hands clean, to distance herself from whatever boundaries of calamity Zachariah allowed from his men, but your purity was compromised here, your personhood.

Atalanta had seen the white, viscous liquid splattered on the photos of the demand letter. Disgusting.

But Ata knows she doesn't have the stomach for torture, and the death needed to look like something common like a car accident or heart attack. As much as she wanted to carve the Montclair name into his revolting flesh, there were things that mattered more than direct revenge.

You mattered more than that.

Atalanta swept her few things into her bag and called you. You picked up on the second ring, her perfect Darling girl. Your melodious voice might not have been sobbing, but she could sense the hitch in your voice, could hear the way you sniffled pitifully.

"It's all taken care of, my love. It's okay," Atalanta put back on her suit jacket and fixed her hair, "I'm coming home right now. I'll run you a bath and we can order in from that Thai place you like. It's okay."

You must have garbled something about feeling scared.

"I know, sweetheart, I know," Ata cooed, "I'm leaving right now. Hold on for ten more minutes. I'll take care of you. Let me take care of you."

Atalanta marched out of her office, calling orders. As soon as Noelle finished her task and called the car around, she could leave. Any important business that couldn't wait until morning could be emailed.

Bodyguards naturally fell into their flanks as Ata hurried from the building. The driver greeted her but she paid him no mind, and he got the picture. As the car began to move, Atalanta bit her lip, willing time to pass faster. An idea brewing, she texted Noelle to stop by the bakery on 5th before it closes. Three caramelized apple tarts with cinnamon vanilla drizzles, and drop them at the penthouse on the way home.

Don't worry, Darling. Ata's coming. She'll fix it. Don't worry.

[campingwithmonsters]

holy craaaaaap women kissinggggg

[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)

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