#oc: carmila

[vicciouxs]

vampire milf 🧛‍♀️

[art-by-ady]

I crossed oceans of time to find you. Komm, susser tod.

Ultimate reference cross-over! 😅

Astarion & Carmila x Bram Stoker’s Dracula x End of Evangelion

Anyway, sorry it took a while to color this piece coz new ideas kept popping!

[fiendishfables]

Camillo Carmine x Reader

General Headcanons (SFW + NSFW)

warnings: nsfw, mentions of blood, mentions of biting, cursing

words: 1.4k+

a/n: this was a highly requested work, so enjoy and have fun with the little bonus at the end! This is not really an x reader, but it could be read as such, so oh well. Let me know your thoughts on Camillo's character, and/or if you'd like to see more of him in the near future <3

SFW

✧˚ · . Camillo is basically like a big cat

✧˚ · . Tall motherfucker, standing at approximately 8,2

✧˚ · . The guy is very calm, silent, and sneaky all at once. If anything, he would make an excellent spy and has been offered positions before in that line of work

✧˚ · . Very independent; wont work for anybody but himself and is beyond stubborn

✧˚ · . He is a hardass, but underneath his tough, strong front, is an individual who is a giant kid at heart, who is so deeply loyal and giving that it hurts, and who takes all relationships he makes very seriously, as in he would gladly put his life on the line for someone he cares about; questioning his loyalty is the worst you can do

✧˚ · . Favorite colors consist of greys and purples of any shade; it always struck him as having more of an elegant, dancer sort of vibe, and the display of the colors usually help him to relax in times of distress. His whole bedroom is centered around that color palette and it hasn't been changed since he and Camilla have inherited the mansion

✧˚ · . On the subject of Camilla, he likes to annoy her. His real personality can start to be seen the more time he spends around his sister; they behave just like any normal pair of siblings would. The two have had a love hate relationship growing up and it still is that way, even if just a bit more watered down now. The two like to joke and hang around together every now and again when they aren't off busy with their own lives

✧˚ · . What a Carmine lacks in affection, they make up for in loyalty

✧˚ · . If you wanna talk about dancers, he is one. He loves dancing in his spare time and even uses the Carmine manor as a spot to host dancing lessons amongst sinners willing/wanting to learn

✧˚ · . His silvery pointed dancing shoes are like his literal children, and he always goes into a slight panic whenever he can't find them. They provide him with that sense of security, as dancing is a huge part of his life and he could never stand to be without it; they were also a gift from his mother

✧˚ · . Never likes to ask anyone for anything, especially not help. He likes to cover up his needs with smart-ass comments and handsome smirks that most can't stay mad at for too long

✧˚ · . Has been told he has a very punchable face

✧˚ · . His fangs make for a great, sarcastic smile; his face either consists of a frown or that signature smirk. He uses his fangs for a lot of things, including biting people when they get on his nerves

✧˚ · . Can totally play the piano; claims its a very calming and dignified instrument. He doesn't play it often but when he does, its a gift to anyone around to hear

✧˚ · . On the asexuality spectrum, identifying as demisexual and biromantic. It takes him a little longer than the average sinner to develop feelings for someone, let alone sexual feelings

✧˚ · . As stated before, his relationships are one of the most important things in his life and he handles them with great seriousness

✧˚ · . The epitome of that one secretive, mysterious, tall and mysterious stranger everyone wants to be friends with, but are too afraid to approach directly to ask

NSFW

✧˚ · . It's very difficult to get anything verbal out of this man when he's in the process of being intimate with someone, even if they're his s/o

✧˚ · . The most you can expect is some pleasured grunts, maybe some low groans if you're lucky

✧˚ · . It's not that he isn't enjoying whatever is being brought upon him, he is just one to closely guard his feelings and never really express them too vividly; yes that ends up following him into his sex life

✧˚ · . 9 times out of 10 he prefers to give pleasure rather than receive it

✧˚ · . Loves to degrade and use pet names with his partner; sweetheart, doll, slut, and whore tending to be some of his personal favorites to use

✧˚ · . Big on consent. If you are ever not comfortable with anything he proposes or is in the middle of doing to you, then he will stop instantly and get you anything you need. He may seem like an asshat sometimes, but he is a decent person (if that comes as such a shock)

✧˚ · . Into some form of pet play/leashes, no negotiation

✧˚ · . He always likes to be in control and rarely ever is the submissive one during intimacy.

✧˚ · . Will speak Spanish in bed, usually doing so in order to fluster his partner; it often gets him a positive response

✧˚ · . Being blindfolded is a big kink of his. As a dancer, he is used to having to be accustomed to other senses, so when they are heightened after his sight is temporarily taken from him, he will have a ball of a time

✧˚ · . One of his top favorite things is watching his partner ride him. Just the sight of his cock being sheathed inside your body over and over again as he watches you get off on his lap all on your own

✧˚ · . Dirty dancing is something he is much too fond of. The act of getting all worked up from dancing with one another, teasing each other all the while, then getting to fuck his partner into the ground, whispering praises to them about how well they danced with/for him; he is all too eager to teach you more of what he knows about the dancing world

✧˚ · . The little shit is one of the biggest teases you will ever meet. He honestly has a sex drive that's more so on the lower side and does not need sex as often as most sinners seem to

✧˚ · . But, be prepared when he does have the energy to pleasure you, for he is astounding at it.

✧˚ · . Kissing, biting, steamy makeout sessions, eating you out, fucking you raw; he can do it all and excel in the process

✧˚ · . His fangs usually come into play a lot during sex; a huge fan of biting and leaving marks on his partner to let others know that they have already been claimed

✧˚ · . Camillo is one of those demons you'd be lucky to have sex with. It's not even an egotistical thing, he's just not very sex-coded when it comes to relationships or really anything in general. He believes in a true connection with someone first before engaging in any sorts of those activities, hence his sexuality

✧˚ · . Sex with Camillo is always very serious and passionate. He never allows himself to be as vulnerable as he would be right now, so better to cherish it whilst it lasts

✧˚ · . It's almost like he picks one mate for life, then he's done looking, like some species do

✧˚ · . Thinking of it, when he really gets into action and the rare times he wants to have sex, he fucks like a wild animal. He does have his vanilla, gentle side where he will care for you nothing short of a husband, but if he has the chance or some pent up anger to release, you better prepare to go for multiple rounds of very rough sex

✧˚ · . To top things off, he does have a praise kink. It may be hard to pick up on at first, but if you praise him, let him know how good he's making you feel, he's a mess (at least internally). Nothing really gets him going more than knowing he is fulfilling his job as a partner; making you feel good in every aspect that he can. It gives him purpose and that's really all he needs when he's with his s/o

BONUS~

✧˚ · . One of Camillo's wildest fantasies is to have his lover cockwarming him whilst he plays a song for them on his piano. He can imagine struggling to not fumble over the keys, not let his fingers slip, as he feels you clench around him, biting his lip or your shoulder hard enough to draw blood in order to stifle any noises that may find their way past his lips. That vulnerability is something he knowingly holds sacred; you could potentially be the one to coax it out of him.

[tanema123]

Zestmilla child. Not possible in real hazbin, but that's what alternative universes are for.

[are-you-ready-for-randomness]

I'm posting most of the pictures I am planning to drop into this fic later on, because I just realized that I have way too many I did for fun and I am starting to lose which I would need to add and when. Like some things I have shared had happened and others are in progress if I keep them in or not. So yeaaah, this is it. I will be trying to keep account of them with this.

After this I am adding Odette and Clara for sure because of course I did them and posted them without adding the pictures...

PS: I wrote that I started to create her in the dorms right? It is so obvious for me which was made at home and which at the dorms. And even though one or two might not end up with a place in the fic, I just wanted to share, because damn I had fuuuun.

2024.08.07. Don't mind me, I am unsuspiciously editing this and if you wanna spoil the plot twist go ahead and read this...

Whooooos-

[woolydemon]

uhhhhh. i'd copy me too

ytube link

[c0smic-coral]

Rainbow Coral 7 (+ the Unraveled supporting OCs)

🩷Candace Kayne (Hazbin Hotel, Neutral Evil, gazelle-based sinner demon, dating Alastor)

❤️Carmila Cardenas (No fandom, Lawful Good, human, dating ?)

🧡Nora Everly/Echofox (X-Men movies/MCU, Chaotic Good, human mutant with fox features as she can turn into a fox, dating/eventually married to Logan Howlett/Wolverine)

💛Qira Quiggles (Star Trek: The Next Generation, Chaotic Neutral, Q, exes with Malorie Mission)

💚Clover Holmes (BBC Sherlock, Lawful Neutral, human of course, dating/eventual exes with Jim Moriarty)

💙Amilia Syko (Star Wars, Neutral Good, human, dating/eventually married to Poe Dameron)

💜Lavender James (MCU, Lawful Good, human, dating Steven Grant and Marc Spector, she and Jake Lockley do not get on)

🤍Malorie Mission (Star Trek: The Next Generation, Lawful Evil, human, exes with Qira Quiggles and dating Beverly Crusher)

🩶“Frank” Tarrank (Star Trek: The Next Generation, True Neutral, Rexian (original alien species), single?)

🖤??? (Star Trek: The Next Generation, Chaotic Evil, Q, definitely single)

[bubblydalya]

Masterlist - my drawings

Girl portrait - 1

Girl portrait- 2

Clown - 2, 3

Fan-art - << I don't know who is she

Creepypasta fanart

Jeff the killer >> 1 , 2

Splendorman >>> 1

Ben drowned >> 1

_________________________

Weird pikachu >> 1

Marvel

Spideyy >> 1

FNAF

Springtrap >> 1

SKULLS

1

My oc

Dalia >> 1, 2, 3

Jasper >> 1

Nox >> 1

Hazbin hotel

Adam >> 1

Alastor >> 0,5, 1, 2,>> human ver. >> 1,

Carmila carmine >> 1

Valentino >> 1,

Bored at school - 1

Bored at school - 2

Big doodles - 1, 2, 3, 4

My writing masterlist

[cursedcupcakemaster]

This is a prequel of sorts to my ocs and how they came to be.

Each chapter will cover a different character

I don't own twisted wonderland or it's characters they belong to Yana Toboso and Disney

I own Celine Perrine ,her family, as well as Antabellows

Warnings;implied death, blood, gaslighting,manipulation, implied murder, descriptive of gore and blood, forced medicating.

Type:Night Shade Tea

Tales of Antabellows

Chapter 2:Secrets in the walls

Many tragedies had fallen upon the Perrine Family. The most recent one occurring only just a few days after the second eldest child had reached the tenth year of life. The father of the Perrine children Charles had passed away. Celine had gone to see him when he hadn't come from his workroom to join the rest of them for breakfast. It was quiet in that room filled with books upon books containing his research along with many test tubes, beakers and other such things. A strange smell was in the air making the child wrinkle her nose but she had found her father moments later. He had been sitting in his chair and once Celine was close enough she tried to wake him but the strangest thing was his skin was cold to the touch and he didn't seem to be moving a single inch worse yet the stink was stronger . Afraid she called to her mother who had come to see what was wrong and once Sofia realized what had happened she ran over getting her child away from the man knowing good and well her husband was no longer among the living. The funeral service was a short somber affair. Sofia and her children wept and Celine knew this wasn't the end of their woes. She could feel they were only just starting as her mothers sister her aunt Carmila approached her mother's side.

She offered the chance for her sister and her children to live with her own side of the family knowing her sister would grieve for some time and needed some way to provide for her children. Sofia knew there weren't many options if she was to feed the children and keep a roof over their heads so reluctantly she agreed to Carmilas proposal.

It wasn't long before the family moved into the Frassino household. It was a large estate situated upon a sprawling plot hidden in the midst of the woods.

When the car pulled up to it Celine couldn't help but feel a sense of unease seeing the large home. As beautfiul as the house was it felt as if she were walking into the mouth of a larger being that already intended to swallow her whole, worse yet were the feelings of eyes being upon her even though she couldn't see them. Once they were unpacked and settled night soon came.

Celine couldn't sleep as she laid in bed staring up at the ceiling listening to the ticking of the clock in the room. She felt restless before she sat up and put on her slippers walking out of her room. Thankfully Celine had a candle ready so she could see in the dark.

Walking down the hallway she saw many portraits and a lot of them seemed like they were watching her. That wasn't the only thing she felt that was wrong. She kept walking and walking until her shoe hit something wet. Celine stopped to see what it was, a strange smell reached her nose smelling of iron. She looked to see what it might have been only to see a dark red. Celine felt herself shaking as she followed the increasing trail of crimson blood as she heard whispering. Celine couldn't entirely understand it but she had a feeling whomever was speaking was trying to tell her something. The trail of blood seemed to end at a door which she could tell was locked subconsciously Celine began to reach for the door before a larger hand stopped her. Celine looked up and saw Carmila who looked at her with some irritation. "Just what are you doing out of bed?" She inquired

"There was blood I wanted to see where it was coming from" Celine tried to tell her before her aunt frowned. "What blood?" Carmila asked before Celine looked and it was gone. She rubbed her eyes trying to make sure before Carmila spoke "Go back to bed little girl. " Celine did so but questioned how could that blood have disappeared so fast she knew it was there before but could she have imagined it ?

The next week went by as if it were nothing but an instant in the family's life including Celines' but at night she couldn't help but feeling someone else was there trying to show her something. She had once more restless and felt the need to go exploring the house. Gathering the candle and her slippers she set to walking down the familiar hallway. The dim glow of the candles light seemed to flicker as she heard something or rather someone whispering. She raised the light and saw a faint outline of a figure who's face was covered Celine tried to see who it was only for them to walk further down so she quietly followed the unfamiliar figure.

The figure seemed to go down the same hallway that the blood Celine had seen before went. By the time she reached the door the figure was gone. She went to the door and when she tried to open it, it wouldn't budge. 'Surely the figure couldn't have just walked through the wall could they? ' she thought to herself before she heard a loud chiming, the grandfather clock had hit twelve. With each chime the whispers grew louder and louder as she saw figures appearing and Celine felt afraid but unfortunately there didn't appear to be a way away from them. Celines' ears began ringing as the figures seemed to notice her and laugh at her shrinking frame. It wasn't until a hand touched her shoulder that Celine looked over. It was her Aunt who looked irritated moreso than before "honestly what is driving you to -" Carmila started before Celine spoke "I saw them auntie, ghosts they were laughing at me " her aunt held a hand up "those were merely figments of your troubled mind. And I certainly have half a mind to have someone come to treat it. In fact I believe I'll send for someone in the morning. " she spoke with venom despite the smile on her face making Celine feel afraid

The next day filled Celine with dread as she was made to stay in bed while the doctor looked her over. Doctor Yule wasn't a cruel person by any means however her aunts smile haunted her. She had told Doctor Yule what she had seen and while the doctor listened it didn't seem he believed her. "What can you do for my niece Doctor?" Carmila asked with a sad look in her eyes. "Well what your niece is describing appears to be hallucinations brought on by grief from her father's passing, thankfully I have a way to ensure they stop " Dr Yule said as he held up a bottle.

The bottle was small in size and filled with toxic green colored liquid, just looking at the fluid made Celine feel ill. Long effeminate hands soon took the bottle poured some of the medicine onto a spoon and held it out to Celine with expectancy, which the girl promptly took, placing it in her mouth before the sickly sweet liquid ran down her throat. A strange disorienting feeling washed over her before her eyes closed and Celine felt herself lapse into the world of dreams.

With that a good set of seven months went by, and there wasn't a trace of blood nor laughing specters. Finally Celine had been able to sleep but something still felt off. Every day Carmila had Celine clean several rooms and every night she had been made to her music on her viola just before everyone went to sleep,Carmila looked at her with great expectancy. She couldn't understand why her aunt wanted her to do these tasks but the woman would remind her of the supposed kindness she gave by providing her the medicine to keep the supposed hallucinations at bay. The few times her mother had been home and tried to speak up Carmila would only give an excuse that it was for Celines' own good. It wasn't until the month of October came about that the illusion of safety would come crashing.

It was storming outside rain pounding against the aged glass of the windows. Celine had found herself in the family library reading with the lights dimmed. A chill ran through the air making Celine look up and there she saw a figure the same one that led her to the door once. She tried to reassure herself, it wasn't real. She had taken her medicine surely it wasn't her mind that was the problem. The figure glanced at Celine as if to tell her to silence her irrational ramblings that took place in her mind before looking toward the door which she could infer as the figure desiring her to follow them. Setting aside her book Celine followed the strange figure. It led her down the hallway which seemed to stretch onwards with the old light fixtures allowing enough to see. The figure soon led Celine to the same door as the first time they encountered one another. Before Celine could say she didn't have a key the figure extended a skeletal hand which held a small very old looking key which she took. Once she placed it in the lock and turned it the figure vanished and the door opened. Celine peered inside as candles lit themselves as if welcoming the girl while she walked down the stairs. Celine picked up one of the candles looking around the room . She saw many paintings of people. Celine wasn't sure why her aunt would do this, she didn't recognize any of these people save for one. In the corner was a portrait of Carmila and her husband Nico only Nicos face was clearly slashed out from it , and before she could get any closer Celine was grabbed from behind forcing her to drop the candle. Celine felt a sharp pain in her side before feeling incredibly disoriented and fainting.

Celine woke up in her bed still feeling the pain in her side which she now realized could only have come from a needle but who had struck her with it she didn't know all she knew was someone didn't want her in that room. Her door opened and her Cousin Antonia came inside sitting at the foot of her bed. "Good morning " she greeted politely "good morning" Celine greeted back.

Antonia kept a calm but somber frown upon her face "you really need to be careful where you try to go around here, there's ears in the walls" the older girl said. "But who would want me to stay out of that room" Celine asked before Antonia pressed a finger to her lips "don't ask things like that, for now just keep your head down and don't drink the medicine" she glanced at the bottle of green liquid in disgust

Celine nodded at her cousins words before Antonia left.

Within a few weeks Celine felt her head was clear of the medicine. She knew she couldn't exactly find out what was hidden not yet. She needed help, little did she know she'd soon find it for this Halloween night someone was looking for her.

Carmila had planned a grand party with plenty of people coming. She had asked Celine to perform for the party and Celine had a feeling she didn't exactly have a real choice when it came to her answer. The good thing was when she performed she felt a sense of disconnect as if she couldn't sense any of the other guests and she was safe. Once her performance was finished she noticed a blonde man who seemed to smile with an odd air about him. Carmila too noticed the man and she frowned. The man seemed amused by the animosity he felt from the woman. "You. Why are you here. " she hissed from her teeth. "I think you know quite well why I've come Frassino. " the man chortled. Antonia glanced at Celine who gave an equally confused look. "Just how long did you think you could hold onto them?" The man said with mirth in his voice.

"Clearly not enough. " she spat before he turned his gaze to them and Sofia herself approached

"You know you needn't stay here anymore there's somewhere far better waiting " he said kindly before he spoke again "forgive my manners I am Nathaniel Ropehagan, and I have an offer for you two " the gentleman said.

"What exactly are you offering? " Sofia inquired

"The chance to attend the school I work for, Antabellows Academy, they'd have everything they need to strive towards their goals" Nathaniel said

"I think it's a good idea Aunt Sofia" Antonia told the older woman

Sofia turned to her daughter "and you Celine do you want to go to that school?" The woman asked

It had been some time since Celines' mother had asked her what she wanted but she knew there might not be any other chance.

"Yes mama" she replied

"Great pack your things and we will leave in the morning, for now enjoy the party " Nathaniel smiled

Celine knew that soon enough, soon enough she and Antonia could find answers even if it was long before then they would be safe at their new school.

[alukardtheabysswalker]

"Statement of Carmilla Mara.."

As it comes it is done. Another of @sarcasticscribbles Avatar OCs!

These are sooo much fun to do! I still have to work on my sound editing but I'm learning a lot and having so much fun!

Gerry on the other hand...

[mayocs-dumpster]

OH OH SCENARIO EXPLOSION!!!

'Looking At Me' with Carmilla as the singer, still not sure who she would be talking to. There could be an OC or person in town who she has a beef with, and they always compete to see who gets more praise and attention. The other person is kind just to get those praises, being actually jealous and quite fake at times, while Carmilla is always honest and truly good (in her own way) to the ones she wants to be.

Still, Carmilla has two things that her rival doesn't: money and beauty. Consequently, getting more attention, recognizition and stealing any fame that they could have. She's super proud of it and infact doesn't even care for the competition itself, and just likes pissing them off by being "better". The rival is also super jealous by the fact that Carmilla has a boyfriend being shitty like this, while they never get anyone for themselves.

Gacha ahh story for Carmila because it seems fun hehe

[vicciouxs]

carmila's before and after

[art-by-ady]

First post here, anxious and having a hard time sleeping. Perks of being a corporate slave. Anyway….

🔥 Been playing BG3 since last year, an Astarion girlie ✨ Was inspired by an image from Bram Stoker’s Dracula by Francis Ford Coppola. I adore the cinematography and the costume design in the movie.

So I reimagined Astarion and my drow Durge traveling the world. They stumbled upon a fallen monument of the Gale, the God of Ambition.

[callmerag]

✨DRAWINGS I NEED TO FINISH✨

Yappy :)

Copy pose by:a carmila fanart (i think)

My Shadow house oc!

Ragatha reedesing

Errormare

My fpe oc (fondamentale paper education)

SHE'S BALD

[thechaoticscenejester]

Hazbin Next Gen Au! (Masterpost)

Au explanation.

Official Character Designs:

Electra (Vox and Val's kid)

Magnolia (Alastor and Rosie's kid)

Reginald (Alastor and Rosie's 2nd kid)

Gwendolyn/Gwen (Zestial and Carmila's kid)

Luna (Charlie and Vaggie's kid)

Lorelai (Charlie and Vaggie's 2nd kid)

Azzy (Husk and Angel's kid)

Harriet (Velvette and Vale[oc]'s kid)

That's it, for now!

Lore:

Coming real soon, Stick around! ❤️

[are-you-ready-for-randomness]

Well, I will be sharing the first one of the oneshots I promised connected to Hell-o Hell. And I actually had drawn to this one already, so why not share? This way I can put it into the story too immediately.

Still it is the perfect example of why I don't write longer stories, but at least I have fun with it.