#oc: hiraeth

[deadrlngers]

i was tagged by @dekarios @katsigian @devilbrakers @risingsh0t and @katewalker to use this cute picrew with some of my ocs. thank you so much guys ily <33

violante/ruven (bg3) | akira/hanako (cp77) fenix/vesper (cp77) | hiraeth/serana (skyrim)

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@florbelles @aezyrraeshh @xolaanii @thedeadthree and anyone else that wants to join!!

[merilles]

7 for Medwed and Hiraeth! (I get the impression that they're friends to all animals, and it might be cruel to make them pick a favorite, but I gotta know)

oh oh, and 31 as well

7. Favourite animal? Why?

Hiraeth: If she had to choose, it would be a wolfhound. She’s a huge dog person, and she’s always had one as a pet/companion. She feels a kinship with them, admiring them for their loyalty and intelligence.

Medwed: She’s very biased towards bears, not only because she can turn into one. She loves them for their strength and tenacity, their ability to survive in harsh conditions. And they're fluffy and cute.

31. Do they like receiving gifts? Giving gifts? What is their ideal gift?

Hiraeth: She’s rather suspicious of receiving or giving gifts, unless she knows the person on the other end. She’s quite easy to please, though, so a pretty rock, feather, or leaf will do! She also gives things like that to her friends and family.

Medwed: A great person to get gifts for, she's happy with everything and won't complain. She gives very extravagant handmade gifts, such as whole blankets she wove herself or animals intricately carved out of wood because her heart is just too big.

[voidwritesstuff]

Hiraeth for Against Creation AU. Human form + horseman look.

>Dont repost my art. Dont feed to A//I I do not CONSENT. I own the copyright to all my art

[fadebounded]

“You awake to a soft wind grazing your face, gently blowing, warm and comforting.."

[ominous-light]

Hiraeth! Mostly experimenting with some new brushes

[valen-dreth]

for savet: what have you and hiraeth been up to lately :)

"She's been making great strides with her alchemy apprenticeship of late! Outside of her practice she's been diligent in tending to her garden, of course, and she's made a few friends. As for me, I've been compiling sources and my thoughts to move forward on writing my treatise on the subject of mysticism and the nature of magicka - I do believe I am close to a breakthrough."

[shandzii]

them but,, roblox drip 🥴

Lyner belongs to @sleepyeule

[sleepyeule]

✨

[voidwritesstuff]

PLEASE LOOK AT THEM, THEYRE THE SWEETEST. I LOVE THIS SO MUCH THANK YOU BESTIE!!!!

Always good to know a mask maker when your mask gets broken. Too bad she happens to be your lover’s nemesis lmao

Against Creation AU main cast are vibing!!

The lovely Hiraeth (lady at the front) belongs to my good bud @voidwritesstuff uwu. Shes’s so soft and sweet i love her ;;w;;

[theelvishfiddler]

Just discovered your oc art ITS ALL SO COOL I LOVE IT!!!!!

Thank you!!! It has been so long since I've drawn or posted anything about most of them but it's so cool to hear people enjoy my original stuff!!!

Just for this ask, here are some unposted sketches of my ocs I dug up from deep in my 2021-23 art vault :)

[youredreamingofroo]

How do you feel?

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[There's little details in most of these pics, so click/tap the pics to see those better :)] [ Names, Colors and Emotions/Feelings under the cut ]

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Red - Anger Nirvana represents Anger, Rage and Strength

Orange - Fear Hero represents Fear, Danger and Caution

Yellow - Joy Ithuriel represents Joy, Comfort and Happiness

Green - Jealousy Onia represents Jealousy, Envy and Possessiveness/Possession

Blue - Sadness Kyneva represents Sadness, Pessimism and Fragility

Purple - Mystery/Mysterious Roo represents Mysteriousness, Confusion and Frustration

Pink - Love Leo represents Love, Passion and Desire

Brown - Security/Secure Carter represents Security, Resilience and Responsibility

Black - Grief Phoenix represents Grief, Guilt and Isolation

White - Ease Nanel represents Ease, Calmness and Hope

[merilles]

15 and 28 for Hireath from the OC Asks?

15. How big or small is their family? Who did they live with growing up? Do they live with anyone now?

Her biological family is rather small considering she is one of the last heirs of Isildur left. Her father is Halbarad, who I HC to be Aragorn’s maternal cousin through Gilraen’s younger sister Ivoreth. Hiraeth’s mother died when she was young, so it was mostly just her and her father against the world (plus grandma Ivoreth). However, she considers the Dúnedain her extended family and all of the Rangers her brothers and sisters.

28. How do they show that they care about someone? How do they express that they don't like someone?

Hiraeth shows that she likes someone by spending time with them or simply hanging out in their vicinity. She enjoys being around the people that make her happy! Many evenings with the other Rangers consist of smoking by the fire, sharpening weapons, patching clothes, or cooking quietly. On the opposite end, if she doesn’t like someone, she will go to great lengths to avoid them.

[voidwritesstuff]

Pale Lady,Clad in Snow.

Cw: Religious themes.

Summary: Ataraxy the pale rider and her siblings spend some time together before their Next mission.

>For the "Against Creation AU" By my friend @alexatheris-44 . Hiraeth uses all pronouns but for simplicity sake I went with she/her + female terms.

She was there from the beginning

A power that exists at the end of all things

She Walked without gods,and shaped our deepest beliefs.

A merciful nun by the side of your bed,a gentle embrace for the grieving, a harbinger of tranquility before your soul leaves for the  beyond, The saint to deliver you upon the Gates of heaven.

Fields become burials grounds in her wake. Every great atrocity every feebles passing she stands witness, weeping holy tears from which mournful flowers Bloom among the dead.

In our strife, revolutions and in our wars. She has left her Mark. The Repose and the melancholy of change.

And in the end hers Will be the last face you'll see. Weeping for you,and waiting patiently to guide you to peace.

She has Many names- Kinslayer, Mother of Mercy,the Pale weeping Lady...Ataraxy.

But in the end,she only desired on title: Sister.

Strife:

It had to be the tenth time hes tried to fix his scarf. It kept sitting uncomfortably on his shoulders,getting in the way of his pistols.

Frustrated,he throws it on the ground and stomps on it. For a good while.

Until he hears the gentle giggling of a woman, the sound soft like bells and windchimes,like the rustling of leaves. Ever soft,ever welcoming.

--Whatever did that poor Scarf do to you?--Ataraxy,Hiraeth,Snickered. Her armor and pristine white robes sat comfortably ok their form. Her mask is off somewhere and her ears are tucked to the side of her face.

Her gentle grey eyes look at him confused and amused, her hands clasped together and resting against her gut.

--I just...cant get it to sit right...-- strife said with shame, his head hangs low and he can feel his face Burning.

His sister cooed and Walked to him,she picks up the scarf and dusts it off. She takes a few minutes to mend a few holes with her silk that glimmers moonlight. She Mends what she can,knowing that Strife liked the ripped up look.

--Thats not how we handle our frustrations,by the way-- She reprimanded gently,her voice as soft as the silk she uses.--Its okay to need an outlet but lets not go to violence.

--I knowww....-- The white rider whined.

Her hands weave the threads together,masterfully quick and precise-- There we are...--She meets her brothers Fire-y gaze, who remains meek and embarassed.-- Do you mind?

Strife nodds and bows down for her comfort. Ataraxy Gently fixes the scarf upon her sibling's neck and shoulders,making sure his neck is kept warm and hidden. She spends a solid minute fixing each little fold and crevice so she can make sure hes comfortable.

The gunslinger can only chuckle and the child-Like care hes being provided. He always found it very amusing and funny.

--How does that feel?

--Better,thanks.

--Of course-- She pressed a kiss to his forehead and patted his arm-- Go finish getting ready, ill round up the others.

With a cheek hurting grin,Strife nodds and allows his sister to leave. Her own cape drifting behind her with a gentle wind,almost Like the wings of an Angel.

War:

His arm hurted.

He had tried to ignore the pain as he always did,but today it wasnt working. He kept touching his bicep,which was the dead giveaway. Aside from his face that held a deeper scowl that usual.

When he hears those gentle steps he knows hes been made.

Ataraxy approached him Gently,stopping his hand to from messing with his arm further-- Is it the phantom pains?

The conqueror sighed-- No...

--You cant lie to me,Little comet-- The petname made him blush furiously-- Take off the gauntlet..

--But..

--War- -- her voice hardened Like steel,a cold,black ice that left no room for discussion and that made the red rider tense his muscles like he had been electrocuted-- take off the gauntlet.

--Yes- Yes sister-- He unhooks the gauntlet from its spot,his sister takes it and leaves it Gently by the floor. For as thin and frail as she looked,she was strong.

She lifts up the sleeve of the undershirt he wore. And Gently she traces shapes with her nails,murmuring some sort of incantation.

"Magic was for the weak" He usually said. But not with Ataraxy,never with her.

Her magic wasnt to compensate a lack of strength,no. Hers was to offer relief,to offer solace to the hurting and the grieving.

Soon he begins to feel this gentle cold,Like the first snowfall of the year. Silks of fine moonlight wrap around forming shapes, that scent of lillies and white roses fill his senses and it makes him forget of the discomfort.

The freezing chill offers relief from the Burning pain of his nerves,like he was being hugged by snow.

--Better?-- the pale Lady asked,pulling back with this worried look on her glossy eyes. Her expression is soft,theres no wrinkles in her face or around her Many eyes.

--Yes...--He answered,a little sheepish-- Thank you.

--Its nothing -- she smiled-- remember to tie your hair back,okay?.

Now his face burns embrassed-- I...lost the hairband you gave me.

--Its okay-- She cooed--Let me make one really quick-- as she did with Strife,she weaves another. Her silk was pretty strong so she didnt need to worry about breaking off mid battle--Here.

--Im afraid ill lose it again

--If you do,ill make you another.

--Why waste your gifts?

--Its not a waste if its you,little comet. You know that-- Hiraeth offered a sunshine filled smile. Calm as moonlight,soothing as the night-- Finish getting ready,okay? Ill go find Fury.

--Very well -- was that the tiniest of smiles on his lips?

--If your pain acts up before we leave for the missions...--She whistled,sounding Like rushing wind on a stormy night-- Let Repose know.

On cue,The white dove sits on the horseman's shoulder pauldron and nuzzles his face. He almost giggles at the feeling of the soft feathers against his rough skin. The gentle coos of the bird fill the brief silence.

--fret not,dear sister. I Will.

--Thats what I like to hear--Hiraeth offered a little smile, then she kissed gestured her brother to bow down.He does,and he gets a kiss for his troubles.

And so, she left carrying that scent of flowers in her wake and the faintest sound of ringing,joyous church bells.

Fury:

Fury never handled frustration well. She either lashed out or curled up and sulked in her own Despair.

Today,however,she decided to pout and sit on the ground.

Her hair wasnt cooperating,it was all over the place, a matted mess that looked like a bird's nest.

Shes sitting there,arms crossed and grumbling like a cat. She didnt understand why her hair just wasnt playing along,she cant go out looking like this but she tried so hard with everything she could and yet...

--Bad hair day?-- Hiraeth asked,kneeling to eye level.

--Yes...--Grumbled the she- horseman.

--May I help?

--You'll waste your time.

--So be it--The leader of the horseman stands up and in her hand a bell materalizes. She rings it out and soon glimmering mist begin to fill the room,ghostly shapes of kind, half blurred faces shape themselves out of the mist.

Fury sighs, its just going to be one of those days.

--Thank you for heeding my call--Hiraeth said to the spirits-- May you help me with my sister?--The ghost nodded.-- splendid! Thank you so much-- she puts her hands together against her chest with this warm grin.

Soon,the spirits begin to haul around all manner of potions and grounded up herbs that act as hair products.

Hiraeth combs out the mess that was her sister's locks. And as the soft bristeled blush dances around and undoes the knots, the pale rider sings some human nursery song.

--Twinkle Twinkle little star,how I wonder what you are.

Up above the world so high,Like a diamond in the Sky. --Her voice could put a choir of angels to shame. It reverberates along the chasm Like a siren's haunting song.

The black rider couldnt help but snicker,she smiles a little and says-- Im not a child anymore,Sister. --but she does feel like a kid,one thats being swaddled by her mother before a peaceful nights rest. The echo of the melody, a clean,rushing stream,washes away her bitterness.

--Im aware-- Hiraeth answered with a smirk-- but as much as you fight me on It, I know you like it.

It didnt take long for her hair to be back to its usual state. Flowing there like a beautiful,deadly jellyfish.

--Thank you,spirts--Ataraxy said,standing up-- you May return to rest.

All around,the spirits bow with reverence and blurry smiles. That glimmery mist that made them evaporates into glitter like steam.

Fury Is helped up by her sister and the black rider adds-- You need not use your powers like this.

--Let me,i want to-- the leader of the horseman insisted-- Ill clean up, Get ready.

--Nonsense. You need to Grab your mask and sword,Ill take care of this. This mess was because of me. Waste no more time.

--Are you sure?

--Yes. Dont make me repeat myself-- Theres no Real threat, only a front that her sister was used to seeing and dealing with.

--Okay,thank you-- Hiraeth gives her sibling a kiss on the forehead and leaves as fury whines about not being a "Household cat" to pamper like this.

But she was,as much as she denied it.

-♡-

Ataraxy stood by the portal,Waiting on her siblings to show. She whistled again,the sound of Howling, storm born air filling the room around her.

Her siblings approach on their steeds just in time to watch the show.

The air around them grows cold,even in the charred chamber of the council with its endless heat. The Orange glow of the lava mixes with this blue light,cold anf warmth,joy and sadness.

It smells no longer of humid head and coal,but Rather fresh flowers and wet dirt.

Above them a cloud of constellations is brought forth form some Unseen rift. The Sky is a deep,endless blue and the stars shine bright. They move like a galloping Mare, that slowly descends in a spiral.

Melancholy trots around her rider,pace animated and pushing Hiraeth around with her armored snout like a playful child. The pale rider laughs,and when her horse comes to a stop she hops on.

The steed of the pale rider looked as if it was made of clouds,with pastel pinks,purples and blues littered about. Sparkling with constallations,decorated with flowers and gold armor.

The horse's hair billowed Like Rolling clouds across the Sky,her furred hooves and tail just the same. Her locks glimmered with stars and she smelled of that fresh Flora and sweet,baked goods.

Its very hard for the other horsemen not to smile.

--Are we ready?--Hiraeth asked,unsheathing her rapier (Solace) from its sheath on her right hip.

--Yes,sister--War said with his firm tone of voice,tinged with some endeared warmth.

--Lets waste no more time--Fury said,ill-concieved content in her voice and in the sparkling of her eyes.

--Lets get these fuckers!--Strife grinned all proud,hands on Mercy and Redemption.

Hiraeth nodded,and Repose sat on her armored shoulder,her feathers also glimmering with thousands upon thousands of constellations.

The leader of the horseman raises her sword,steel and gold shinning like a guiding beacon.--Onwards!--She barked,and the portal behind her roars to a firey life.

Four horseman united, they charge past the arcane gate to fight for the balance.

[fadebounded]

"you feel hands hold onto you as something brings you back.."

[cuppanova]

@sleepyeule and I talked about our sillies, our wet cats and babygirls,, there were so many doodle ideas i had and there are still more auuuu

nyx/lyner/mir belong to her, cassie/serif belong to me! 🫡

[smashassassin]

[G] Hiraeth

A collaboration between @arukanoda and myself! This is a gift for a friend whose birthday is right around the corner