#sonder oc

[kyofsonder]

Unusual Character Associations

I was tagged by @junypr-camus to play a game created by @thenightmarewrites, where (as far as I understand it) I list what comes to mind when I associate specific words with my OCs. Thank you for the tag, this is a really interesting game that can give a lot of insight into my characters and how I perceive them! 

I’ll tag @marinesocks, @on-noon, @midnight-and-his-melodiverse, @starlightscribe, @writingpotato07, and anyone else who wants to join in the game can say I tagged them! 

For this list, I chose Micah Renner from my novel WIP “To Be Honest” as my associative OC. 

Seasoning: salt

Weather: an early Winter snowfall, the kind that just barely starts to stick to the ground

Color: gray-blue, also like early Winter

Sky: the kind of hazy sky where it looks clear at first glance, but only because the light haze of clouds across it is so seamless

Magical Power: sleep magic

House Plant: aloe vera

Weapon: taser

Subject: algebra, or astronomy

Social Media: livejournal, though in canon he probably only uses some facebook equivalent because his cousins signed him up against his will

Makeup Product: concealer

Candy: sea salt and caramel dark chocolate bar

Fear: abandonment

Ice Cube Shape: chunky squares

Method of Long-Distance Travel: trains

Art Style: impressionism

Mythological Creature: kitsune

Piece of Stationary: filing folder

Three Emojis: 😑😮‍💨❤️‍🩹

Celestial Body: saturn

[a--butterflys--dream]

Hmmmmmmore vampire boyfriend please-

sorry this took so long to get to !! I'm very sporadic in my writings here :')

but anyway, here's a little NSFW scenario with him that goes deeper into the first time he tastes your blood. GN reader, no anatomy specified.

CW: oral (receiving), blood and blood drinking, period mention, arousal drunk vampire idk.

vampire boyfriend who, when he finally, finally gets to taste you, can't hold back.

he wouldn't dare do anything without your consent, but the moment you make it clear he can do as he likes, he's on you. lapping from the wounds he'd made on your neck, his hands reaching under clothing to touch your bare skin.

"you're....far too alluring for your own good, my dear." he breathes out, his fangs seemingly longer as he feels your reaction to his touches. "i-is that right?" you'd reply meekly, letting out small whimpers as you writhe under his ministrations... his hands soon moved to strip you bare of any clothing, how much your heart was pumping from his doing was driving him mad. nothing could get between him and his darling now, right?

"pesky cloth...always getting in the way." he'd hiss, making his way between your thighs, leaving trails of bite marks as he grew closer to your arousal. "you can't get any more divine, it's.... unbelievable, truly." even if you protested, if it became too much for your body to handle, he's far too deep to stop now.

"let me just...have my fill of you." he chuckled darkly, using his mouth where it belonged, teasing and pleasuring you like no mortal man could. his tongue was quick and touching just the right places, your arteries on either side of his head only egged him on... as did the song of bliss you sang. nobody else was allowed to hear, yes? nobody. "o-oh please, i- h-haah, just.. a little more, I'm so close-" you'd cry, and tug at his hair, and god did he love it when you did that.

your hands tangled in his hair, so desperate for release had him harder than he'd ever been, and once you finally, finally felt the snap of release, he took all he could get. swallowing it all, lapping up anything he was able to take. he'd look up for approval, a silent question of if he was good enough. well... of course he was. how many men can make someone to cum with their mouth alone? but he wouldn't stop there. no, no, of course not. he'd have you writhing, begging, convulsing and screaming his name over and over, until he felt satisfied. "sorry, darling. I just can't get enough, you can give me one more...and I'll let you go." he'd pant, knowing he'd be coaxing more than one more orgasm out of you. he was addicted to the way you sounded, the way you moved, the taste... oh, the taste. god forbid you're on your period, he'd never be leaving from between your thighs.

he was one who enjoyed pleasing you so much that undoubtedly he'd soiled his pants, cumming without even the faintest of touches.

and don't forget about the aftercare!! he'd be running you a bath filled with soothing perfumed oil and bath salts, staying as close as you'd want, neverending praises spewing from his mouth. "you did so, so good for me, darling. I know, I know, you're tired. but I'll take care of you to the end." he'd even cook you a meal and personally feed it to you, anything you'd want, he'd make it happen.

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AN: and that's that for now, I hope this wasn't too badly written ;-; I haven't done something like this in a while so don't blame me too much...

should I give Vampire BF a name now, since he's become a frequent flyer? I'm open to suggestions if you guys have any.

[atiianeishaunted]

lucien was also apart of lance's bi awakening funfact

[atzidraws]

"I AM THE RIGHTFUL RULER OF EQUESTRIA!"

PLEASE RAINBOTT'S BABY BOY SONDER HAS ME ON A CHOKEHOLD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH I LOVE HIS LORE AND JUST WJSVOWMWLWM

I HAD TO MAKE FANART OF HIM-

Y'all please check out Eclipse of Harmony over at Rainbott's channel, it's a pretty good story

💜🙏✨

[muhnow]

its reference season (artfight...)

one of my fursonas

[sordidmorbid]

" all the nerves in my brain and the blood in my veins made of CANDY "

(candy - nelward)

[nikodraws]

quick doodle.

morning at the tide.

neither of these men eat food.

[tired-of-being-nice]

taking a quick pause from febuwhump and starting on @whumpsday's conflict whump challenge!!!! i was VERY excited about the man vs. society prompt in particular, as it gives me an excuse to do some proper expositing for the story i've been posting

content: dystopia, systemic whump (i think that's the right term?), brief reference to brainwashing and violence, really unhealthy workplace culture, sleep deprivation, forgetting to eat, general Man I Hate Capitalism vibes

Life is simple. You're born. You grow up. You choose which company to stake your life to. You pick the one you think will exploit you the least. You realize you were wrong. You keep your head down and try to be obedient and hope no one notices you. You look away and don't complain and try to find little bright spots here and there, just enough to keep you going until you die. 

Of course, some people aren't satisfied with this. Some people try to fight it. Some people have stupid hopes and idealistic dreams about taking down the system from the inside. Some people are very, very wrong, and look where it gets them.

Supposedly, Milo is doing very well for themself. Supposedly, they're the top employee at their company. In actuality, all that really means is an excuse to keep piling more work on them, a bunch of coworkers who hate them, getting dizzy from exhaustion every time they stand up, and...

(You can't take down the system by yourself, of course. Milo had a friend—a best friend, even. Now, all that remains of it is a brainwashed shell, who out of what Milo can only assume is some sick sense of dramatic irony is tasked with hunting down anyone who tries to fight or flee the Company, or really anyone it feels like. Now, the only times they interact are when it's trying to hunt Milo for sport or when it's sobbing in an alleyway somewhere because it's employers don't mind letting it bleed and bruise and break as long as it keeps anyone from running.

Even so, Milo envies it sometimes. At least it doesn't remember everything it's lost.)

Milo's stomach growls, snapping them out of their brief reverie. Hm. That's right, they didn't have time for dinner today, and they spent their whole lunch break trying to stop crying. They never eat breakfast anymore, either, so...oh, that's not good. Maybe they should—

There's a chime from their email inbox, and Milo sighs and pulls it up. It's a very politely worded request for them to do just one more thing before clocking out for the night.

Milo glances at the clock. It's 2:49 AM. Their vision is blurry and their wrists ache from typing. They barely remember what sleep in their own bed feels like.

They send a reply in the affirmative. No rest for the wicked, it seems. They'll work here until sleep overwhelms them and hope that when it does, they'll dream about the good old days, of having Coren by their side, ready to take on the world. Back when they thought happiness was possible.

[uss-sonder]

New OC!!

This is Atropos [she/her]. The uniform is a placeholder outfit as she is not actually in Starfleet. Atropos joined her world's fledgeling space program, knowing full well she may never return home [this has earned her the title of "the Lonely"]. She arrived at the alpha quadrant via the Bajoran wormhole and at some point meets the crew of the USS Sonder after her shuttle malfunctions.

Atropos's wings are not large enough for her to truly fly. Instead, she- and all of her species- can hover for a few second and glide down from high surfaces.

[thatghostfella]

He’s calling his loser boyfriends

[kyofsonder]

Unusual Character Associations

I was tagged by @houndsofcorduff to play a game created by @thenightmarewrites, where (as far as I understand it) I list what comes to mind when I associate specific words with my OCs. Thank you for the tag, and the chance to think more deeply about some of my OCs!

I’ll tag @aohendo, @calicojackofficial, @wildjuniperjones, @inkspellangel, @did-i-do-this-write, and as always anyone who wants to join in can say I tagged them!

For this list, I chose River Page from my novel WIP “To Be Honest” as my associative OC (the co-main character to and love interest of Micah Renner).

Seasoning: basil

Weather: a lightly chilly Spring breeze, the kind you get when Winter has just barely ended, on a sunny day just after it’s rained

Color: light orange

Sky: mostly clear, but with the kind of slow-moving, lazy clouds that make it look like it could rain but probably won’t

Magical Power: flight

House Plant: bonsai tree

Weapon: staff/cane

Subject: art

Social Media: nextdoor, if that even counts as social media

Makeup Product: mascara

Candy: m&ms

Fear: crowds

Ice Cube Shape: cyllindrical

Method of Long-Distance Travel: trains

Art Style: expressionism

Mythological Creature: phoenix

Three Emojis: 😇😅💜

Celestial Body: pluto

[a--butterflys--dream]

haven't drawn this fella in nearly a year, so i thought it was time for him <3 he's this pretty lady's brother, too :3

close up below the cut

[atiianeishaunted]

average hangout between these 3 fools

[headphones-lifeform]

[plush0fairy]

My baby.

[ask-sonder]

time goes on.