#selena my oc

[theredvelvetdemon]

Can you hear my SOS?

[alexxmason]

And if you go, I wanna go with you And if you die, I wanna die with you

Commissioned talented @felrija for this piece for my hysterical ship. Words and crying can’t express how wonderful this turned out, I’m still so blown away!! My beloveds both looks so good and so angsty!! Alek another beautiful work, thank you!

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[honestlynotgonnalie]

[OPERATION CARICATURE CONTENT]

Here is Felix’s Lawyer, Selena Isolde! made by my wonderful girlfriend @berdteeth !!

She plays a big role in the story as well, and since most people picked Operation Caricature, I feel it was appropriate to introduce another character of the universe!

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If there are any questions about anything, please don’t be afraid to ask, i’ll gladly answer!

[dreamtydraw]

Selena

[lucyjung]

Yeah, I know. She's very annoying.

(Kinda sneak peek of new Gems?)

[naimahtaylor]

Here's a Post of My Female Anthropomorphic Orange Hamster Selena and She is Crossing Her Arms Together The Background is Light Yellow and The Squares are Light Pink i hope you all gonna like it Please Add Comments Likes and Reblogs

[geuretea]

I've been making some character references for artfight! (A bit late tho)

It's midnight so I'll upload the characters tomorrow

I also had to say that I think I won't be able to send attacks in the next few days but I'll try to ;)

[this-violence-of-mine]

Wool Combs

Here's a little bit of writing I just did for Valda and Rieka. Trigger warning for violence, torture, and nudity used as humiliation. If I missed something, just send me an ask.

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Valda Wulf was once a queen, a grand queen with a throne of marble and silver and a crown of diamonds and sapphire. Once her clothes were made of thick furs and imported silks. Once her people had loved her and looked to her for guidance, which she provided readily. Once she ate fine food and laughed and danced with her family. Once, she was more than a prisoner. Once she was happy.

Of course, all of that was far off now. She wasn’t in the north, she wasn’t in Weitheim any longer. Snow didn’t cover the landscape and the trees weren’t pine or aspen. All of it, including her faith, had been ripped from her and now she sat alone, shackled to the floor of a dark and dingy cell in the far east. The voyage was horrible, but the dank and blood soaked dungeon was worse. At least she was allowed clothes on the ship.

Upon arriving, Rieka, Selena’s advisor who had been tasked with teaching her the ways of the east, had forced her to the dungeons and ripped her clothes from her body, leaving her exposed and humiliated. Her cheeks still burned with the shame that came with nudity. Even without another soul present, she felt their eyes on her body, judging her and hating her all the more for her seemingly wanton nature. Part of her wanted to cry and scream at the invisible judges, to tell them she was unwilling in her degradation. But that was foolish. There was nobody but her in the dungeon. The only judge present was herself.

Footsteps echoed slightly outside of the cell she was kept in, the little peephole sliding open. Cruel, green eyes stared at her, the corners crinkled. Behind the door, the wretched woman was smiling, giddy with her newfound power over her victim.

Valda looked down, her cheeks growing hotter. Despite the loneliness being its own wretched beast, it was better than dealing with Rieka. Anything was better than dealing with Rieka.

As the door was opened, the hinges creaked and groaned, the metal against metal grating against her ears. Light, too much light that made her eyes burn and ache, spilled into the once pitch black cell.

“Tell me, Wulf, are you ready to accept Selena as your queen, as your wife?” Rieka said, her voice cold and harsh. “Mind you, once you accept, the torture ends. No more pain, no more agony. No more whips and no more chains.” She crouched down in front of her, their faces level. “Wouldn’t that be grand, sweet girl?”

No matter how tempting the offer was, Valda couldn’t bring herself to accept it. Tears pricked her eyes as she shook her head, her body already trembling in anticipation for the punishment surely coming. “No,” she said, her voice small and strained. The only thing she had left was her pride. Anything else could be taken from her, but not her pride.

For a moment Rieka said nothing, her eyes boring into her. The silence was profound and far more terrifying than any punishment she could ever concoct. It was neutral. Nothing existed in between the noise.

“Pity,” she finally said, standing. “I’ll return in a moment. Don’t beg tonight, it’s unbecoming of a consort.” With that, she turned and left, her boots heavy against the stone floor.

Valda curled in on herself, the fear in her gut large and monstrous. Why did she have to be so damn stubborn? Why couldn’t she just accept defeat? 

The tears grew fatter and more numerous, her cheeks wet and eyes red. Another night of torment just because she couldn’t say yes. 

She cursed herself beneath her shaky breath. Her stubborn pride would be the end of her soon, she knew it. It was only a matter of time before Rieka decided enough was enough and killed her, regardless of Selena’s orders.

Rieka returned, a set of iron combs for wool in her hands. “Resplendent Queen Selena found these in your dungeons. Your own torturer seemed fond of them.” She knelt before her once more. “Allow me to ask, how many have you condemned?”

Valda swallowed hard. “Three,” she replied, voice still shaky. “One- one for murder. One for an assassination attempt. One- one-,” her voice broke off, the words sticking in her throat. The tears flowed more freely as she looked back on the day she had to condemn her own father. “One for insanity,” she finally choked out.

“Your father,” Rieka said. “I would’ve done the same, but much, much sooner. Resplendent Queen Selena found the records. It seems you did Weitheim and the rest of the world a service.”

Valda shook her head, a sob catching in her throat. She missed her papa. “I didn’t want to,” she said, “I had to. If- if I didn’t-,” she broke off into a sob. “He was a madman.”

Rieka tilted her chin up, her touch almost gentle. “He was indeed. Are you aware he had these,” she held the wool combs up, “used these on my parents, thirteen years ago.”

Valda nodded. “He was brutal,” she said, voice small.

  “Are you aware he made me watch as my parents were tortured to death? Are you aware that after they finally died, he exiled me?” Rieka circled around her and stopped when she was at her back. “I’m grateful, truly.” She pressed the comb into Valda’s skin, drawing blood and eliciting a gasp from her victim. “He taught me how to hurt and kill. After I arrived here, I was taught how to hurt and keep one alive.” She ripped the comb down, tearing and flaying the skin of her back. 

Valda cried out in agony, jerking forward as if it would help her in any way. “Pl- please!” she choked out, her voice strangled. Pain blurred her vision. Vomit threatened to come up from the sickening agony and the feeling of her blood pouring down her back.

“The day I was told I had the pleasure of teaching you our customs, my heart swelled with joy,” Rieka brought the comb down again. “Your father’s dead, but that doesn’t mean I can’t exact my revenge on your damned bloodline.” She brought the comb down once more.

Valda’s screams and cries filled the cell, her blood pooling beneath her as her skin was shredded. 

“I was told to be kind,” Rieka brought it down again, tearing skin and muscle. “I was told to be gentle.” She dug her nails into her open wounds and tore and ripped her flesh.

Valda sobbed, the pain so thick and deep she thought she’d finally die that night. Everything lost its meaning as Rieka continued. Words wouldn’t leave her mouth and thoughts stopped being made. 

“I was told not to hurt you!” Rieka said, her voice a little louder. “I was told you were precious and important!” 

The combs continued to shred and she fell forward, her arms and legs too weak to bear her weight. Her cheek rested against the cold stone, her vision dark around the edges. At that point, death would’ve been a kinder master to her than Rieka.

“But I know the truth,” she leaned in, “you’re a monster just as your father was before you.” She continued the assault against her back. “What moral ruler would condemn anyone to this fate?” 

Valda’s breath hitched in her throat as the darkness grew. It wouldn’t be much longer before oblivion took her, that much was certain. 

“I believe Resplendent Queen Selena made a mistake keeping you alive,” she said, her voice low. “I believe she should’ve beheaded you on your damned throne. It’s the least you fucking deserve.” She stood up. “I’ll return tomorrow night. I pray you say no once again. I find these sessions comforting.” 

With that, she left. The door slammed shut and the locks clicked into place.

No strength left, Valda lay there, silently sobbing as the pain ebbed and flowed. 

Tomorrow she’d finally say yes.

[theredvelvetdemon]

[alexxmason]

“My hero, huh?” “That’s me.”

Had the opportunity to commission @diientedegato for this amazing and wholesome piece for my Hysteria ship 🩷🩷🩷

[spartalabouche]

another character assignment... her name is selena and she needs to kill you

[dreamtydraw]

Happy halloween ! It's their day today-

[laniardraws]

A comic several years in the making. Mostly because I forgot about it

[kalolasfantasyworld]

Nozel's harem

I don't have an art today so I'm posting a doodle I made few months ago after joking with friends 😂

This was before I knew of Helia (@loosesodamarble OC), so please imagine her there 💕

Helena is mine

Selena belongs to @thoughtfullyrainynightmare

Briar belongs to @koneko-pi

[toastthewolfie]

selena’s first time initiating physical contact after a mission.

It’s nothing big, no, just a small tap on the shoulder and a quick “good job out there” (Do i know who this would be? No. Am i fully open to plopping in another s.c. Oc here if im told how they would react? Hell yeah, always am). Its over as soon as it’s started but progress is progress at the end of the day :) (especially when girliepop used to fucking RUN out of the area just to avoid being touched. It took long enough for her to even stay in the area, much less interact)

this is an apology for the angst (i normally do a lot of hurt/comfort. For some reason my cod ocs as just the outliers 😭😭)

[roze-moonie-x21]

Of course I didn't put everything that I like in one art...