#nadetta

[bosmermage]

#bernadetta von varley #bi nadetta #ehehehehe #anyways i made her sleeves go all the way up and gave her her curl pattern back

[mapleshaiku]

Do you guys remember Nadetta? My Genshin OC from Mondstadt? Well, I created a set of OCs from each nation at the same time, but they have had more time to evolve from their original concept. The Natlan and Snezhnaya OCs will have to cook a little longer, though.

These designs aren't final, I just wanted to properly visualize them.

Can you guess their elements? Well, you can read below to see if you're right!

Liyue: Lien; Pyro Sword. She helps upkeep the gardens of Liyue Harbor, but oddly enough, she isn't aligned with the Qixing.

Inazuma: Daichi; Dendro Sword. A member of the Watatsumi Army who has a habit of charging into battle. He isn't left with much to do ever since the war ended; poor guy.

Sumeru: Jalil; Cryo Catalyst. A Vahumana scholar from the desert researching the Fatui. He actually really dislikes the Fatui. Why? That's a secret.

Fontaine: Juliette; Electro Polearm. An inventor who struck out from the Fontaine Research Institute to do her own thing. She aims to gain the favor of a nobleman in the Court of Fontaine (because romeo and juliet, get it).

#art #genshin impact #my art #genshin impact oc #genshin oc #oc #my oc #fan character #lien #daichi #jalil #juliette #sketch #doodle

[jesterhitsuji]

See them walking hand in hand across the bridge at midnight

Heads turning as the lights flashing out are so bright

#original art #my art #nadetta #i love this song so much #furry

[lilytad]

and here they are!!

#do not tag as kin #nadetta #lyra #hoshi #shu fang #wess.ocs #wess.draws

[wuuchan-blog]

MY Jarco daughters! Nadetta and Niyonika! :3 uwu

#svtfoe #jarco #jillasorous #daron nefcy #jackie lynn thomas #marco diaz #niyonika #jarco daughters #nadetta #star vs the forces of evil #star vs las fuerzas del mal

[rijurambles]

TL Incorrect Quotes

Because I can ~

With a lot of the other characters since we kind of know the mains now.

Zelda: I have a science headcanon!

Eshana: Can't you just say hypothesis like a normal person?

Zelda:....so my science headcanon is -

Eshana: When I said “bring me back something from the beach” I meant like a seashell.

Nadetta, struggling to hold a seagull: Well you didn’t hecking say that

Goldie: Rules are made to be broken.

Lance: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.

Sky: Uh, piñatas.

Spirit: Glowsticks.

Time: Karate boards.

Past and Windy: Spaghetti when you have a small pot.

Lance:

Goldie: Rules.

"So how did you guys get into a car accident?" Quill asked Eshana and Nadetta in the infirmary

"So Nadetta was driving," Eshana answered, "and then suddenly there was a deer in front of us so I said, 'Nads, deer' and then," she turned her face towards Nadetta, "you wanna tell what your answer was?"

Nadetta answered, "yes, honey?"

Twilight: It's okay. You can't just get everyone to like you like Carly does.

Luto: But not everyone likes Carly?

Eshana: What?

Quill: Who doesn't like Carly?

Nadetta: Names, Luto. We need names.

Past: It's really muggy out today

Time: If I go outside and there are mugs all over the lawn, I'm leaving the elite Four.

Past: [sips coffee from a bowl]

#riju'sramblings #tl as textposts #I'll just use the textposts tag for anything stupid they do #Nadetta and Eshana Callisto are LESBIANS and they are MARRIED and we LOVE THEM #Zelda is the pokemon professor #TL #TriforceLegends #johto gang #league gang #time #spirit #sky #past #windy #Quill Sterling #Twilight #Luto Albelnour

[ask-miss-callisto]

#( the heroine of the wild. ) carly callisto #( the sheikah sorceror. ) luto albelnour #( mama nadetta. ) nadetta callisto #( mama eshana. ) eshana parker-callisto #( mr.arlott. ) dimas arlott #[ answered ask! ] #[ queue do do do doo ! ] #[ main story ] #[ just for funsies ] #[ burning questions / important ]

[ask-rijus-ocs]

[ Carly was resigned to the fact that she has both not told Twilight about his weird lens flare, and that she is not going to. ]

[ The old book on sheikah translations in her hand meant nothing, absolutely nothing. She's sure it's nothing. It's fine. Twilight is just some edgy swordsman. It's fine, she repeats again. She was just curious. Damn her and her curiosity.....this is far too much to handle. Twilight has that flap that leads to the basement locked for a reason. She's sure it's nothing, though. After all, what could a simple brunette teenager have to hide?]

[ Oh, she's being a hypocrite, isn't she? She's only sixteen, and yet, here she is, replacing the Hero of The Wild, Master Sword still in her possession. Twilight hasn't noticed - after all, she's a pacifist, and so she doesn't really have it out, it's still in her sheikah slate. She still doesn't understand the strange messages it receives from time to time, but then again, Carly is just a kid, so she can't be expected to know everything. Everything about this seems so - adult-y. She isn't cut out for this. And yet, here she is, in all her 5 foot 5 glory, inside the man's wack as heck basement, holding a centuries old translation book, writing down the meaning word by word.]

[ Twilight had to go out for work, as he often does. He took the bag with his journal with him - he's not that stupid, unfortunately. He herds the goats, that's his job, she reminds herself, just a farmer, just a farmer, it's fine. Luto was kind enough to give her this book once they made up, and though she would prefer the Sheikah boy himself to translate, she knows that it'll be a while before they meet again. And Luto isn't chaotic enough to give her a faulty book as a prank. He is, at least, somewhat honorable. ]

[ Carly's sketchbook is laid out beside her- the picture of Twilight is hastily put together, and certainly not her best work, but she had to work quickly on the translation. "The hero of." Hero of what? Hylia above, she needs to know. Hero of farming? Of goats? What the heck? Why did her Sheikah Slate even recognize him? It's only ever done that when.....when.....]

[ Princess Zelda. When she took a picture of princess Zelda.]

[She gasps lightly. "It - recognizes historical figures. Hero of, hero of...T. Okay, and this one is W and that's I. T, W, I. Twi." Why did she have to choose that as his nickname? It makes it so much worse. She feverishly checks the rest of the word. "Hero of Twilight."]

[ Just a farmer, mhm, yeah right. She still isn't telling him, but ooh, the fact that he wasn't upfront about it kind of makes her mad. She's starting to wonder about that green tunic and the facial markings and the strange wolf hairs that just happen to appear on him at random intervals. It takes a few minutes to check the next sentence. "Trained by the Hero of Time." She reads off, flabbergasted. The huh? She doesn't even know who that is! And she's still mad at him!]

[ Then, a noise, but she brushes it off. The lantern here makes weird sounds all the time. "Capable of transforming into a b-" "Beast," he corrects. Wait, he? Oh. Oh.]

[ Twilight is right in front of her, in the same pose as he is in the compendium picture, still entirely composed, but something's not the same. Carly almost wants to check to see if fairies are still in the slate, because the something is the fact that Carly can tell that he is most certainly pissed off.]

[ "May I see the screen, please?" Well, even though he's pissed, he's being quite polite about it. "Uh, one second." Carly holds up her index finger, closing her sketchbook. She only trusts Mama Nadetta, Mama Eshana, and Luto with that thing and no one else. He's patient. "Am I dead?" She whispers, raising an eyebrow as she hands the slate to him. ]

[ "No, you're fine. Honestly, I kinda expected me to be dead at this point with how you handled the lance," He shrugs, looking through the entry. "Sorry about breaking it, again," Carly replies sheepishly. How foolish. A sheep in the wolf's den.]

[ "It's okay." There is no hatred in his voice as he sighs. "I got home early. Epona was really energetic today. You're pretty loud, so it wasn't that hard." He sees the picture. "Ah. Yeah, that. So, uhm, if you have any questions or wanna cuss me out, now's the time." He rubs the back of his neck. Is he apologizing?]

[ "Okay - I - what the hot footed frogs does the 'turning into a beast' part mean?" Carly blinks. "It means I turn into a beast. Simple as that," He nods. "So - so you can just - do it? Like, anywhere? And you can turn back anytime?" Carly puts down the other book, confused. Another nod. Okay, so now she's even more confused, if that's even possible. And then another thought crosses her mind, coming out slowly and carefully - "....can I see?".]

[ "I suppose there's no point in hiding it now, after all, you figured out my biggest secret in record time." He smiles. Twilight reaches into his tunic to tug on the strand of a necklace, at the end of which is a small, pointy crystal with orange engravings. He clasps it into his hand - how does that not hurt? - and there's what she assumes to be a flash of black particles, who knows with the low light, and finally, left in his place is a huge, gray wolf, biggest heckin' wolf she's ever seen, dear Hylia, and the boy - man - wolf- whatever he is has some sort of broken chain attached to his front paws. In the exact same place that she always sees those heavy arm guards or that cloth, she notes. Oh. Oh, that's why.]

[ "You -" Words evade her. There's this weird marking on his head, the same that she sees on his forehead when he's human. Oh, that's why. The fur is the same color as the hairs that magically end up on his clothes. Oh, that's why. Everything, strangely, makes sense. "Are there any other animal forms I should know about?!" Carly throws her hands up in the air, dumbfounded. He transforms back. "No, I'm afraid," Twilight shakes his head that totally didn't have wolf ears two seconds ago. ]

[ "And the hero thing?" She ventures, and realizes that this is apparently a touchy topic, because he flinches at the word hero, as if it's some taboo. "That's why I can do - well, that." He confirms. "Nothing else about that you wanna explain?" Carly has a rising tone now, unsure if she wants to pursue this line of questioning. "Actually, I'd rather not, but if you want to ask, then that's okay. I only have one condition, really." He sighs, almost as if he's ashamed with himself. ]

[ "And that is?" "To please, not tell anyone about this. Mi - my companion told me that I have to keep this secret. I would've been upfront about this otherwise, but my life hasn't been the greatest, and if people knew that I was some alter ego demon beast then - well, there'd be problems. Do you understand, Ms.Callisto?" ]

[ Companion? What? Honestly, that could've been formed as a threat and still worked, but somehow, Twilight is sincere and almost seems like he's pleading to her. "Who else knows?" She asks, curious. "Only Rusl. I believe he's told Uli as well- there are no secrets between lovers- but Colin and pretty much everyone else in Hyrule doesn't know." Twilight explains, fixing the lantern to where it's on the actual hook that it's supposed to be on. Oops. "Okay. I get it - but - and here's the kicker -" Carly sees his eyes light up as she agrees, and then he gets pale as snow as soon as he hears "but". She doesn't believe she's ever seen him actually get scared. Before this she was convinced that this man has absolutely no fears whatsoever. "You also have to be honest to me from here on out, alright? Friends aren't supposed to tell lies, friend," Carly brightens, getting up from her seat. Twilight doesn't say anything, but she can physically feel the sigh of relief that flows through him at that.]

[ "That's fine with me." He nods. "Friends also call eachother decent nicknames! Quit it with all the 'Ms.Callisto' stuff." Carly laughs. "I'm sorry, Ms.Call- Carly." Twilight offers awkwardly. "Hylia, you're hopeless. Okay, I don't actually mind your weird formal stuff, as long as it doesn't get awkward." She sighs. "Promise?" "Promise." ]

// Story development time!

- Mun Riju

#loz #zelda #a chance encounter // beginning arc #carly callisto #twilight princess link #a wolf in sheep's clothing // halloween arc #linksona #botw #tp

[askbernadettavonvarley]

Bernie you are doing very well. Here’s a purple bee as an appreciation gift for all your hard work! //c:

A purple bee! Bernie bee! Bee-nadetta! Bee goes buzz!

#shes so cute #;^; #so so cute #ahhhhh my heart

[salmansangelz]

Divine Intervention

So they are no longer two, but one flesh. Therefore what god has joined together, let no one separate. Matthew 19:6, The Holy Scripture

"Come on Truman" My mother urged. I turned silently looking down, and began to shuffle after her, dread heavy in my heart.

In the distance the chapel bell began ringing, summoning the townsfolk to the village center for the monthly Sabbath. My mother ushered me and the nursery children to the door, where the other Mothers where waiting. Each of the 8 wives, stood in front of the door waiting for their children to find them. Mother Abra stood directly next to us, her brood of 4 stood patiently and straight ahead all except Paxton at the end of the line. He fidgeted and twirled about, unable to keep still.

When I took my place in line, many of my brothers where shocked about seeing me without my veil for the first time, most of my brothers turned there attention to me. All heads swiveled toward me, and whispers erupted.

Mother Abra shushed silencing the brood, and motioned for Mother Constance to lead her children to the chapel, with Mother Anne following behind her. My mother was next, so I began following behind my brothers until Mother Abra caught my shoulder, stopping me from following my brothers. "Your to stay with Paxton" She ordered leading her brood out and leaving us behind.

For the first time I noticed what Paxton was wearing. Not his usual white smock, but a pale blue one, much lighter than hers but still blue.

This just worsened by fear for what was next, and the same fear was cemented even more when the thudding of heavy footsteps trotted down the stairs. At the head of group, where two men. The first was dressed in all blue very similar to Paxton, my twin brother Graham, who walked in perfect time with the man next to him dressed from head to toe in white. He was undoubtedly the prophet.

He was my father, our father but his duty was first to be the father of our town, and a servant of the Heavenly Father so it was rare to see him outside of service and Sabbath. Flanked on either side of the two men where 12 apostles in straight lines, dressed in gray robes with lengths of linen tied over there eyes. Each man clasped a golden sacrificial dagger.

The prophet didn't stop for us but it was clear we where meant to follow him. Paxton suddenly caught onto what was happening but decided to try and stay lighthearted, "I guess I didn't need to stay dry anyway, Mother Constance gave me a new outfit anyway" he joked "Paxton, of all times this is not one for jokes" I say in a serious tone, which immediately snapped him into the present, for the rest of the walk he remained silent.

The Prophets Sanctuary was a tower cut into the hillside. The ravens gate, separated the gardens and the town from the grounds. Only apostles and the prophets family where permitted access to the tower. A long scenic path of cobble lead from the sprawling ground of the prophet to the town. The pastures and apostles land flanked the cobbled road, rolling fields of livestock and wheat mills layer beyond the road. The closer to the chapel you got the more dense the housing became. The pastures turned to muddy dirt roads lined with stone cottages and shoppes, vegetable carts and poor tents ran along the waters edge, and in the middle was a town square, with the beautiful church spire rising from the very center.

The entire population of Salman attended Sabbath, from the lurkers in the poor tents, to esteemed nobles and family's of the apostles.

At the sight of the Prophet the entire church filed into the chapel, the poor taking seats on the floor or back pews, and the apostles family's and wives the front.

Today was slightly different. Three prayer mats, where placed a front the Prophets Dias, and Mother's Grace and Abra kneeled on the stairs, the Apostle Mills stood directly behind the Dias. The rest of the apostles sat in prayer around the Dias. Graham lead the way to the three mats, taking the second one, as the second born of the Prophet. Following suit, I took the mat to his right and Paxton the one to his left. Once we where settled and in prayer like the apostles, the Prophet took his spot center stage. "Children of the father we are gathered her on Disciples day this harvest, for the ceremony of the Holy Trinity." The prophet started.

I sook lost interest and focused solely on praying, and the sounds of the churchgoers breathing. Mother Hopes hymns still echoed silently, until the entire church joined her. "sinite parvulos sacro inchoare" The prophet finished.

In one swift moment all the townsfolk opened their eyes and focused entirely on the Dias. The Prophet backed away slowly, making way for the first Disciple Mills, who stepped to the prophets place.

With a deep cough, and a tremor in his throat Millie, lifted a cup, and motioned for Paxton to come forward. The usually fidgety rambunctious Paxton was gone, replaced with a cold faced stoic prince. As he was told Paxton climbed the stairs of the Dias passing his mother who bowed her head quickly and crossed her chest. At the step of the Dias the Disciple dipped his hand to the first cup, and pulled forth his finger, dripping in blood. "Paxton Jebadiah Abram Enoch, the living vision of the father, speaker and divine servant of our lord and savior, in the body soul and flesh. Future prophet and holy connection to the child and father" With a swift motion the Apostle drew the same mark burned into Paxton's mothers neck on his forehead in blood, "The aide de prophet, the living Father, 8th prophet of Salmon." The short prayer and the second part of the ceremony began, the apostle dismissed Paxton back to his mat, blood still running down his nose, staining his blue smock. "Graham Judas Enoch, the spirit of the son and  messenger of our living prophet" the Disciples speech continued, and again with the same swift motion he marked Graham in the name of the son, and sent him on his way.

Unlike Paxton, Graham was the vision of calm. He'd trained his entire life beside the Apostles for this day, he trained for when we would convert the holy power, for the day he'd become the Major Disciple, it was what he was born to do.

Then it was my turn, my turn to claim the least important but scariest job of the Holy Trinity. I stiffly rose from my mat, and trekked the steps to the center of the Dias. "Truman Mary Enoch, the living spirit and living bridge between divine power and belief" The disciples bloody finger marked my forehead with a different symbol a circle, he stepped aside, revealing a boy my age. He was tall with ratty black hair hidden behind a apostles white cloak. In his hand he held two chalices of wine, he stepped forward cautiously and knelt next to me.

"Atticus Simons, the living spirit and living bridge between divine power and belief" I watched as the disciple, Atticus's father drew a matching symbol on his sons forehead.

Atticus slowly passed me the chalice and together we drank the wine sealing our fate in the flood of the heavenly son. We where the Holy Spirit, together the final part of the holy trinity.

The rest of the sermon was filled with hymns, and preparations for the harvest feast. Outside already waiting where white blankets spread on the ground piled high with foods and drink.

At the front most blanket was my father, mother and Mother Abra already settled and eating. The children where laughing and streaming around the grounds playing merrily with the towns children.

Apostle Mills, and his wife took there seat next to the prophet Atticus lagging behind. Slowly but surely me and Paxton trotted over to eat with our families. The adults chatted happily, all except the prophet who seemed shocked that Grace was speaking at all but kept quiet himself. Paxton and Atticus made odd small talk with Atticus's cousins Lydia and Nadetta, while I sat quietly. Most years I was shipped directly back to the Prophets haven and excluded from feasts for humility, I kept quiet and ate daintily while listening to the other teenagers gossip, that was until the prophet spoke. "Graham has already left for the Disciples library where he will finish his lessons of the monastery as I'm sure you know. Paxton, you to will be sent to the Disciples Library, immediately after the end of the feast your trunk will be moved from the dormitory to the library." The prophet paused, turning to me sighing as if he was trying to think of how to phrase his next words, "Truman, you'll be moving to Mrs. Mills quarters with her daughter and niece to be schooled in Ladyship before your branding next sabbath."

It was the final blow, she'd grown up isolated and alone, studying needlework and the Bible, or changing the bottoms of the Prophets endless offspring. Wearing veils and never revealing herself to anyone, she remained pious and stoic. She knew no close bonds to anyone but her mother and Paxton, and so rarely spoke to her mother she forgot the sound of her voice often. To be torn from Paxton her one true friend was the killing blow, she would be utterly alone, but would remain pious and stoic, she would ride out the storm.

[dragcns-den]

(I finished up the drawing of my Undertale OC, Nadetta (Etta) Kathe Schäfer :D )

#amishmashofmuses #digital art #undertale oc #oc #ettatheartist #Feast Your Eyes On THIS || {Artwork} #feast your eyes on this || {artwork} #breaking the fourth wall || {ooc}

[westcoastcowgirljewelry-blog]

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[mapleshaiku]

Phone doodle from like last month? Nadetta’s final design.

#not sure how well i conveyed that she's from mondstadt #but eh #genshin impact #genshin oc #nadetta #genshin impact oc #genshin original character #art #my art #mine #phone doodle

[lilytad]

heres the aesthetic girls. lyra [candy girl/pink] hoshi [space girl/blue] nadetta [magic girl/yellow] and shu-fang [plant girl/green]

#do not tag as kin #lyra #hoshi #nadetta #shu fang #los chicos magicos #wess.ocs #wess.draws

[rijurambles]

Happy Mother's Day, friend! I hope your day is full of relaxation and rejuvenation! 🌺💐💖 ~☆

Which of your character's are (or will be over the course of their life) mothers? Who are their kids? What do they think about being a mom?

Nadetta and Eshana are the mothers to Carly and Luto! They're both adoptive children, but they're so glad they got to raise them. Eshana was an orphan herself, so she's happy that she managed to give two other orphans a proper childhood (even if Luto turned up later). Nadetta's incredibly proud of Carly's position as Hylian Champion, and of course, Luto making marks as a Sheikah Engineer.

Vevera had Dimitri, Nadetta, and Farei, and she's proud that her kids managed to all grow up. Her and Danté actually had a miscarriage once before Dimitri was born. And now, Nadetta has a family of her own, and Dimitri still works around the house and helps Farei.

Aideen, even though she's now passed, would be elated at the fact that she managed to help Luto survive through the abusive Albelnour household. Fuck Hawthorne, btw.

Rawda is Dahira's mother. She's glad she carried on the family tradition. Growing up with 4 kids was exhausting, but all of her children made their own livings.

Hidonē is Cerule's mother. They don't have much contact anymore, but Cerule often comforts her on the fact that they've lost so much family.

Aoi, if she were alive, would want to do a better job raising Altair. Having grown up with her(Aoi's) sister Amoni, and their mother being an alcoholic, both of them had a rough childhood, and the two would wish nothing of the sort on their daughter as well. Still, Aoi feels as if she was too closed off, but after she passed, Amoni helped Altair through it.

Leo's mother inspired him to start traveling. He doesn't know where she is, but he thanks her for helping him to get out of his shell.

Hak'illi didn't know faer mom, but the caretaker at faer orphanage, Kamaeloha, was a big influence on faer. Fae feels that maybe fae should've been a more complaint kid, but she still likes faer rambunctious nature.

Noriko, while she never meant to have Dimas, did manage to get him into an environment where he was able to grow up and mature naturally before she died. Dimas hardly knows her name. He was barely alive at the time.

#riju'sramblings #loz ocs #rijuanswers #random oc questions fairy

[ask-miss-callisto]

Blog run by @rijurambles .

This blog stars the one and only Miss Callisto, hero of the Era of the Wild in her time. Other characters like Luto Albelnour, Eshana Parker, Nadetta Callisto, Dimas Arlott and many more, will make appearances.

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I do not welcome any 18+ questions here, however. Most of the characters here are minors.

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