#oc: nic forester
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Working on a lil smt. I've been thinking about inscryption non stop (and developed a crush on Leshy the tree peepaw but we don't talk about that) so I decided to make an oc to write some fics.
I don't have much yet but here's Domenique, pronouns they/them. Initially they were a human who lived in PO3's island and worked at the factory, but after volunteering to let PO3 test his game mechanic of turning cards into beasts, the process went horribly wrong and they ended up as a satyr-like creature, half fawn half human. PO3 prioritized building back up the failed machine before helping them so they ran to the others scrybes for help, eventually finding Leshy. Despite the initial dislike and mistrust they felt towards the Scrybe of the beasts and his domain (because lets be honest, PO3 probably brainwashed them hard into hating anything that wasn't robotic or technology), they eventually got used to the forest and organic beings and ended up bonding with Leshy too. Now Nic lives happily in Leshy's domain and plays a blood deck, eventually becoming one of the mini bosses others have to defeat before fighting Leshy.
Some small details I've added are the clover on their head from the mechanic of re rolling cards in certain encounters, a hook from the angler, their top being made out of a golden pelt from the trapper, a few of their earrings being made out of gold from the prospector, and ofc, a moon necklace from Leshy himself
#oc#oc art#art wip#current wip#inscryption#inscryption oc#satyr oc#obsessed with Leshy and i dont even know why
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It's STS time! What's something about your OC(s) that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them?
ooh thank you for the ask!!
Bennett pretends that he knows what he’s doing with regards to the forest. people look to him as a put-together expert. in actuality he’s guessing, and this makes him hella anxious
Nic (from prequel wip) is big and intimidating at first glance, but they’re a softie and like to play around. they’re still hurt when others give them a wide berth
Shay acts like she has all the energy in the world, but she is constantly bogged down by chronic pain and fatigue. she doesn’t let people see this until she crashes. then on crash days, she barely lets her best friends (Bennett and Jared) and her girlfriend (Pema) see her. it took many years of convincing for her friends to get through to her that needing help doesn’t make her any less badass
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thoughts bc im bored and cannot sleep ! explanations on my ocs‘ names (in alphabetical order for convenience)
berkeley houndstooth
berkeley... bark-eley.... bc he’s a hunting dog. while berkeley is typically a surname — it can also be given as a first name. it is derived from the old english word for birch. seeing as he’s from the woodlands, i’d say it fits! houndstooth... he’s a dog.
chase manchester
the hunter chases the forest creatures ! manchester - the antagonist is referred to as Man in bambi.
cordell snare
leg snares are made of rope. another word for rope is cord.
eddie hyne
ed the hyena ? eddie ! and hyne sounds like hyena
flint remington
like a flint-lock pistol ! and because flint is used to start fires (hence, his irritable yet steely personality). remington is a brand of gun (america’s oldest gun maker)!
guts
glut the shark? gluttony? hungry? stomach. guts.
(for his real name though, brutus! a rather dramatic name, but it means heavy/dull! and it is the name of one of julius caesar’s most notable assassins — so it fits. ‘et tu, brute?’ and finn is for fish.)
lola guerra
evidently banzai also means skulk/lurk? so lola! a diminutive of dolores — meaning sorrows, pain, sorrowful — to fit the overall dark/gloominess of the original banzai! guerra means war and was chosen to align with the more common usage of banzai as a japanese war-cry, and it compliments her very brash and headstrong personality !
nik imp
panic? nic? Nik. and imp is a lil demon/rascal, and thats what he is.
penn imp
pain... Penn. and imp is the same as the above — a demon and a rascal.
ronaldo buckman
ronno is the name of the antagonist deer in bambi! ronaldo is a diminutive of the name ‘ragnvaldr’ which means advice/counsel+power/ruler — i thought it’d be pretty funny to totally subvert what the name implies he’d be. also, he’s a male deer, so. a buck.
sarge glase
german for coffins! glase? glas — glass. glass coffin!
ulysses finn
the u is for undertow — and undertow also implies an implicit and underlying feeling, aside from just rip currents. ulysses is the latin variant for odysseus and it means ‘wrathful’ ! and as always, finn is for added fishiness.
vinh torch
admittedly, not a greek name, it was entirely self-indulgent on my behalf to give her a viet name but vinh means glory! fire is given to mankind to better themselves, fire is usually associated with glory ! torch is self-explanatory, but nonetheless i’ll say it. divine fire is stolen and its embers were hidden in a fennel stalk — fennel was used by the ancient greeks for torches. also she’s on fire.
bonus
ithas: a variant name given to Prometheus by Hesychius of Alexandria
wyn: though it is a boy’s name, wyn means ‘fair, blessed’ and most importantly, ‘white’. her appearance was somewhat stemmed off of snow white’s, and well. you know how things go together for snow white and the glass coffin to be well. in the same scene together.
#v speaks#twst#twisute oc#twisted wonderland oc#twst oc#sarge glase#lola guerra#eddie hyne#flint remington#cordell snare#ronaldo buckman#chase manchester#berkeley houndstooth#nik imp#penn imp#ulysses finn#guts#vinh torch
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My oc, Niamh Nic Daibheid, dreamer and bandrui aspirant
Backstory below (warning: a lot of words).
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Red moons hang low in the sky above a great forest. Its edges stretch from the vast and empty moorlands of the north to the cobalt sea to the south. The inside of the forest, though, stretches much further; they call it Foraois an Phuca, the Puca’s Wood, for a reason. And within it, crossing through bramble and thorn, over hill and brook is a woman carrying a little girl. There are cuts and scrapes along her skin, and her dress has been torn to rags. It has been years since she’s been in this forest, but she remembers every tree and stone. For years she has been dreaming of this night, dreaming of freedom. Her eyes wander towards the moons watching over her. She frowns and hugs her daughter closer; she knows what portents they give.
Her ears, sharp as knives, no longer pick up the howling and barking of the hunting dogs and so she slows her pace and continues trudging forward. Her heart may be thunder and her lungs on fire but she’s keen to give her daughter the freedom she deserves. At this moment, there is few stronger than her.
Breathing heavy and ragged, she finally finds the clearing she was looking for just as day breaks. Her tree by the stream, her home, has long since been cut down. She knew what had happened, but it still hurt to find it so. In its place are flowers, some planted, some placed. She sat down on the stump and set her daughter on her feet. Her blonde hair and pale skin may be her father’s, but her yellow eyes and her freckles were hers. Her smile had all the warmth of the gentle sun. She hugged and held her daughter close, feeling her heartbeat. She felt tired and she felt heavy, but she didn’t regret what she did. She was at peace.
The girl hugged her mother tight, long after she realized her death. So many words she wanted to say, but they all fell like lead when they came out. She didn’t know what to do or where to go so she stayed like that for a long while.
Her eyes were red and dry by the time her half-elf ears caught the sound of some large bird landing. When she looked, it wasn’t a bird, it was a man, tall as oak and thin as aspen. Beneath his feet were plucked flowers, as if he was carrying them that way. He paid the flowers no mind as he slowly walked over to the body. The girl could see his face more clearly then, it was freckled with a nose like a hawk’s and yellow eyes.
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The last amber rays of the sun stretched and crawled along the verdant forest until it met the closed eye of a sleeping girl resting against a tree. She yawnes and rubs her eyes as she sit ups. Her hair, long and blonde and unruly, sticks up at strange angles, but she doesn’t bother fixing it. Looking up at the sky, she scratches her head and wonders how long she’s been asleep. Based on the sun, she’d say she missed all her classes. Normally that would make her a bad student, but the druids here specialize in dreams. No, what apparently made her a bad student was something else.
She stands up, preparing to go home to her uncle, when two voices call out to her. They belong to the grandsons of The Eldest, and rarely, the girl considers, do they ever anything of worth to say. They walk up to her, blocking off her path. They tell her they can have fun together. One awkwardly flexes in place, the other tries to reach for her hand, she yanks it back. They try to shower her with compliments, call her ears cute even if they’re short, call her pretty for a half-elf, call her exotic like she wasn’t a person. It’s nothing she hasn’t heard before. She ignores them, tries to walk past them and keep on going home, when she hears them call her ‘the word’.
She stops dead in her tracks. She clenches her hands tight till her knuckles turn white. It’s not even just the meaning of the word that gets to her, it’s how they use it; casually. To them, it’s even an insult, it’s just fact. She lets fire burn and build up inside her, and then she remembers what her uncle told her, what her uncle taught her. She takes a deep breath, holds it, and lets all that anger pass, lets the fire subside as she exhales. She takes not even three steps forward when one of the boys, the one with small antlers, pulls her hair.
She lets that fire burn back up and spits it right out as acid. She bites down. Hard. There’s blood. Crying and screaming ensue.
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The largest of the Corpse Moons is at its zenith, staring down at the grove and the scene it holds alongside the other remains in the sky. A crowd, dressed in fine stark white robes, has assembled near the sprawling roots of some great and acnient tree. In the center and near the base are two men. The one standing, hairy like a dog, has one clawed hand on his oaken staff, and the other on the shoulder of the man sitting, ready to whisper in his ear. The one sitting is old, perhaps even more ancient than the tree he’s become a part of. Wrinkles lines his dark skin, and its uncertain if what crowns his head are antlers or branches.
A warm breeze carrying the sound of ringing bells sweeps through the crowd. The aspirants have arrived and the druids part themselves to let them through. A woman with yellow eyes and short pointed ears is among them at the very back of the line. One by one, the aspirants walk up to and kneel before The Eldest. They’re being given their final task, their final hunt to prove their cunning, their skill, their worth as a druid.
When it’s the woman’s turn, she can feel the eyes of the crowd burning holes in her back, she can feel their judgement. They pass their whispers amongst each other, thinking or simply pretending that she can’t hear them, as she walks up.
“Niamh Nic Daibheid.” The man standing stares daggers at her. If her uncle was a hawk, this man was a wolf. And a cunt, Niamh quietly adds to herself.
The Eldest opens his eyes. They hold countless stars and nebulae in their blindness. Hoarsely, he asks “Which one is that again?”
The wolf-man bends down to answer. “Fiadh’s daughter and Bran’s niece.” He glances at Niamh for a second before adding, “The mongrel.”
Niamh takes a deep breath and then sharply exhales. “What is my quarry? What am I hunting?”
“I wonder. Are you up for the task, half-human? You could be hunting anything, you know, and we know about your-” He pauses, hanging onto his thoughts before he finds the right word. “-limitations.” He finishes, smiling.
She returns the gesture and bares her teeth. They’re like knives. In the crowd, two men shudder as old pain resurfaces. Another sighs and buries his face in his hand; he knows exactly what his niece is prepared to do. “You know as well as I do what ‘limits’ I have. I’ll do what it takes.”
“Will y-”
“Dara, enough.”
“Sir? I-”
“Daughter of Fiadh, from what I’ve heard, you work twice as hard for half the praise. You may only be a half-elf, but you’ve done more than enough to prove your potential. Now, I ask, are you ready to prove your place among us?”
“Yes. Yes, I am.”
“Ok then. What do you know about your father?”
#paime's ocs#paime's art#tldr: her life has largely been dictated by assholes#and now she's told that to be accepted by the only community she's really ever known#she has to follow their terms#she has four fingers cause i was watching The Dragon Prince when I first drew her
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RULES: Answer 20 questions then tag 20 bloggers you want to get to know better.
Get to know you tag!
Name: Ana (Yeah is really simple name but Meh’ :P)
Nicknames: u f f i have a lot pwp but i will say the ones i remenber hehe: Anita, Ani, ....Ano!!QWQ, Nic’/Nicola, (because my oc) Kardashian’butt...
Height: i don’t really know but i think i’m very short...like 4,67 mabey? idk XP.
Languages: only english and spanishs ;;; (but a little of french and latin too)
Nationality: of course i already tell it but yeah, Spain.
Favorite Season:uhm....autumn and summer (but autumn for the lovely colors and summer only because i feel more free).
Favorite Flower: ah! , the ‘’prunus dulcis’’, they have a really good smell.
Favorite Scent: uhm, so many types of perfumes, like: lemons, ciannomon, apple ...and there´s one that my father uses and oh my, that scent is heaven, i thinks it’s call ‘’pure’’.
Favorite Color: well you should know owo, yellow, but green, purple,blue, black and red are goods too hehe.
Favorite Animal: ehmm, foxes ? oh i actually love so much reptiles in general (even if i never had one lol)
Favorite Fictional Characters: Lewis(mystery skulls), Luigi(smb)....(i don’t remenber more XD)
Coffee, Tea or Hot Chocolate:tea 0w0
Average Sleep Hours: it’s depends but 8-8:30 more or less (and sometimes 6 hours )
Dog or Cat Person: cat person (but like dogs too hihihi)
Number of Blankets You Sleep With: normaly 3 or 4 (but now, only 2)
Dream Trip:( idk what this ask mean but i would try ), live in the middle of a forest with my family and see the nature owo (or live in Japan with my sister).
Blog Established: i check my tumblr page all days :P (idk why, i’m very vicious with it ;;;;;;)
Number of Followers: ....i can’t believe how but.....I HAVE 292 FOLLOWERS ??!!!!?!?!??! LIKE OMG HOW???? i never tought that people was too nice to follow me tha’s is incredible ;W; Thanks you, thanks so much for follow me (I promise i would do a special for the +300 followers)
Random Fact: .....I always think what i have to do when i’m eating or doing other stuff (for example, I’m swepping the patio and at the same time i’m thinking : ‘’i have to do this homework, later water the plans....)
Tagging:uhm....whoever wants to do that idk hehe (for example @niky-uky , @yourfriendmystery @skullsenpai @kokoronbain @hotelmist @your-favorite-slinky @lotteg538 @lm3poltergeist @actually-karp @bee-a-positive-bee ...but i think they already made It so :b ...)
#this is for the other day#i made it in the phone so this time i try in the commputer ;w;#so this tag thing is not origal made by me so....
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Your OCs are so cute and creative, I have to know more~ Maybe 4, 21, or any of the numbers you rly wanna answer lol? Much love!
Aww this are cute asks!! Alsjdndjj and I'm so glad you like my OCs!
4: a sunny day
Hoshi: she tends to be a bit of a night owl so she would probably spend a good portion of the morning sleeping in. She'd totally go out to a cafe and then arcade afterwards. Maybe work off her energy by rock climbing!
Ai: she would take the time to get some shopping done, she is a shop till you drop girl 100% if its warm she'd probably spend sometime sunning herself on the penthouse roof deck of her parents home, will playing some video games.
Shika: she loves the sun and doing anything outdoors! She would probably be gardening or enjoying hikes. She also loves finding cute little nic-nacs and cozy coffee/tea shops to read in.
21: hiking to the top of a mountain
Hoshi: would look at this as a challenge, who can get to the top of the mountain faster. There might be some destruction along the way.
Ai: she only likes to glamp (glamorous camping) hiking is hard work and no fun to Ai, she'd probably complain the whole way.
Shika: she is right at home, she grew up in a forested region of the mountains and absolutely loves taking hikes and enjoying nature.
#shika akimitsu#akimitsu shika#oc shika#shika#hoshi sakuretsu#sakuretsu hoshi#oc hoshi#hoshi#hajime ai#ai hajime#ai#oc ai#magpie scribbles#magpie squawks#magpie talks
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for OCs - kip - blackbird song by Lee DeWyzeMouths are dry / River runs / Hands are tied / Preachers son / Pack your things / Leave somehow / Blackbird song / Is over nowkip ravenhall’s full playlist here
for non OCs - nic silver from the tanis podcast - forest fires by axel floventYou won't go, you are not a runner / So you won't run away / If you could follow your heart gently / There wouldn't be this mess / Maybe someday, just someday you'll find a way back my full nic silver playlist here
#cant include links atm because I'm on mobile#but I figured youd want a song for kip!#ask games#I'll come back and drop links for the songs and TANIS when I'm off work#I've got full playlists for both kip and nic on spotify if anyone's interested!#emo poetry#now with links!
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I Am Up To No Good Pt. 1 (Pete Wentz x Reader)
a/n: Sorry I didn't updated so quickly, I had tons of drafts I want to finish all at the same time! I learned that I can do things one at a time.
I noticed I've been leaning more on First Person POV, I'll try to make this in 2nd. Also, I couldn't think of the character names so I used my friends' OCs. I hope you'd like this modern HP!Au
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Pete had always been the friend you love to hate. Whether the circumstances involve the Hogsmeade games or not, in the end he'll always be the man you'll call for help when pranking Brendon or bricking Joe's Samsung.
Yeah, usually the "hate" intensifies when it's the infamous decking halls season. Especially when old Mrs Minerva initiates the Hogsmeade field trip, which she also did this year. The duels in form of curses— whether work of magic or foul mouths— it's what made the Hogsmeade games so popular.
The magic of your friendship had been slipping lately, a shame really. He rarely ever joins your party, putting your letters back to the rejected-Pete-invites mailbox.
Now's the 27th invite, and you prayed prank wars will spark your friendship once more.
So here's to the fifth anniversary of the Hogsmeade games
You created a group
Nicole Row
What's this group for?
You named the group Genius Ravenclaws
Andy Hurley
I'm honored
Dallon Weekes
I failed divinations why am I here?
Ray Toro
Good evening everyone
You
Hey genuises
Nicole Row set his name to Nic
Dallon Weekes set his name to DJazzy
You
Where do you find trolls?
Nic
?
Ray Toro
What for?
You
Pete
Dallon
Why do you
insist on participating.
Nic
Forbidden forest.
Saw one near Hagrid's
place, almost made an
unbreakable vow
Ray Toro
Maybe it's about time
you stop? Let me remind
you last time you got the
all of us in detention
You
Thanks guys
Nic
Don't tell Hagrid I said that
Andy Hurley
Are you sure you're not
a slytherin???
@Nic??
Seen by Nic, Dallon and Ray Toro
You went offline.
You dove back to your azure blue bed. The bedsheet engulfed you in a light hug in seconds. The more you sunk, the more you can sniff the 4th year's "love potion" project, like yesterday, it reeks of wood, mint and... vinegar?
You hooked your hand to the edge of the mattress and kicked high enough for you to reach the faraway lamp. Before you could complain about the smell you heard a distinct cough, a very gutteral one. Almost intended.
You turned to look, only to see a disappointed Hufflepuff in a riddle secured Ravenclaw dorm.
The dandelion haired boy lingered beside your nightstand. He pulled his hand back as he saw the lights flicker on. When your eyes met he immediately fixed his tie and took a deep breath.
"I heard the game's still on" He's soaked in what seemed to be his house's trap. The acid slid into your nostrils. Your immediate action was to grab your wand. You waved it and like magic— no, with magic, the awful stench was gone and his cloak's dried.
Patrick muttered "thank you"
He rubbed his shirt and smiled a bit "I was absent when Miss Quills taught that" Thankfully he went for one of the brightest witch of the year, but the gleam in your eyes told him no excuses.
"Were you also absent when Sir Ford taught us the hot-air charm?"
"Um, yeah.... that seemed to be the case" He chuckled. He ruffled his hair and avoided your eyes. No, I didn't understand a word Mr Ford said.
You chuckled.
"Understood" You chirped "but why are you here? How did you got here?"
Patrick looked at you as if he was expecting for you to know the answer to life's toughest questions, then cleared his throat. His eyes balled around, reluctant to answer
"Pete"
When the name rolled off his tongue you dashed and dug your wand in his neck. He yelped, taking large steps backward, nearly tumbling down. His terrified eyes had no effect on your daunted aura. His lips wobbled and nose scrunched. You directed your malice at him. Eyes twitching in anger.
"Talk."
"HetoldmethepasswordfortheHufflepuffdormchangedandsaidIshouldaskMikeybutthenitturnsoutitwasn'ttherealMikeyitwasBrendonUrieandhetoldmethepasswordwasSherbertLemonsbutitwasn'tandoneofthebarrelsspiltvinegaralloverme—
"Um" You stopped kneading his cloak "Say what?"
Once you held back he scurried two feet apart from you. He took a Marina's Trench deep breath, before he attempted to rap.
"PetewillneverstopteasingmeandIneedreveng—
"Are you trying to copy Eminem, the Rap God or Ryan Ross?" You furrowed your eyebrows. "Cause honestly, no one knows what Ryan tells his girlfriend"
He raised both his hands, and bended his spine down. He bowed down for seven times till his chanting morphed into something audible
"please let me help you in the Hogsmeade games..."
With that, you clapped both hands to his shoulder. You turned your head up, and greeted him with sun bright eyes with zigzag smile crooked enough to scare him.
"Permission granted"
You both entered a dim room at seven pm.
"Are you sure this is the right place?" You asked. The blonde nodded and swiped the curtains up.
"Yeah, from what I've heard, Miss Clovette stores it in her chest"
You gave him one last stare before you scurried to find said chest. The Hufflepuff said the box is supposed to look give a luxurious and ancient vibe. You checked under the table, around the bookshelves, stumped the floorboards for a secret passage— alas, nothing.
You turned back to Patrick, defeated and skeptical.
"You said this was the place?"
"I'm sure it's here somewhere," He bit his bottom lip "I saw the third years practicing the riddiko-what-lous charm in it"
You can faintly remember that Bogarts were part of your brother's lesson, and he's a third year. If your recollection is correct then Patrick's statement wouldn't be so far fetched. He grinded his teeth, fingers subconsciously sneaking up his mouth. You sighed. What's his motif anyways?
While you turn books and scraps around, you asked questions.
"What did you say your reason to help me was again?" You paused for a bit. You levitated another pile with your wand and Patrick mimicked your movements, before he gave up and had to use labor instead.
Patrick groaned as he dispatched another pile aside. The weight lifted from his chest set him eased him. He wiped his brow.
"Payback"
Shame, for a Ravenclaw you find yourself completely puzzled. You opened your mouth but shut it. You tried to think about an image of Patrick and Pete arguing but none were valid in your standards. Besides, the only moments you see the two together is in Quidditch.
But the word does compliment a hot ass like Pete's, so you let your experiences talk for itself.
"As much as I want to believe me, cause everyone knows Pete can be a dick" Patrick chuckled slightly, which made you huff a laugh too "—Aren't you two the bestest of friends?"
Patrick frozed
"Y-you" He gawked "You don't get it do you?"
You shook your head "No, why?"
"He forces himself that he's my quote on quote" He drew an air quotation mark
"—Best friend, treats me like his personal entertainment at reunions, finds a way to push my buttons, makes a scene, next thing I know I had him covered in purple paint and have detention!"
"Wait" You poked his chest "Good boy Patrick is in detention?!"
You refused to believe such thing. Maybe Patrick is in Pete's side of the war on this one.
He squalled "What's more disappointing is that you actually thought Pete and I are close!"
You scowled "well it's not that farfetched, you're cousins and Quidditch fanatics"
"Yeah, but it gets annoying how Slytherin wins all the time"
"Cause Hufflepuffs are weak"
He squeaked. The voice was dark but it cheeped like a bird. It didn't felt natural.
You made sure you focused on Patrick, and only him, even when his crooked finger pointed behind.
"Patrick...." You cooed "take out your wand"
He whimpered "W-why?!"
"Just do it"
"Aww Patrick's quivering, look at his eyes (Y/n)! Look at him!"
You tried eyeing the man behind you but your eyes reached it's peak. You don't need to look to know what it was, the cold shivers down your spine spiked a wave to your left brain.
"You know the spell"
Patrick gulped and with shaking hands, he reached for his pockets. It took him a while to feel the edge of his wand, before he slowly aimed above your shoulder.
He took a deep breath
"Riddikulus!"
You turned around quick and tried to contain the Bogart. However, when you did, you saw nothing. You looked from left to right, then found the answer down below.
An egg wearing eyeliner.
"Didn't thought it would work" He gasped in disbelief
"So... is turning Pete into a hard boiled egg one of your wildest dreams?" You smirked, in which he returned with a shrug and toothy grin.
"You could say that" He chuckled "last Christmas he told the entire Stumph and Wentz family when making eggnogs that he usually scrambles eggs but would fertilize them for some quote on quote crazy superfine lasses—"
"Alright! Alright!" You covered your ears, feigning innocence "I don't need to know that!"
Patrick grabbed the egg and pursed it to his abyss-like bag. You avoided gazing at it. Everyone would prefer not to look directly at their fear, unless paid with a million galleons perhaps.
"Is it in?"
"That sounds awfully dirty" Patrick shivered. With the amount of time he must've spent with Pete his quotes rubbed off him. You smacked him directly at the head without looking. You felt sorta proud of your achievement and guilty at the same time.
"Merlin's beard, just tell me!"
"Yes, it's in the bag"
This is going to be a long week, ain't it?
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a/n: Sorry Pete's barely in here. He appears more on the next parts, I just wanna cut things off so it wouldn't last 5k like last imagines. Promise I'll try to make up for it.
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6, 7, 9 and 26 🤗
hi sweetie <3
6. Who is the big spoon?
* i’ve to edit this answer because in italian when you say that , it means another thing , like “ who love to eat most * anyway I say totally miky. Kkkk
7. Favorite date activity?
knowing castiel’s position , miky is the type of person which prefer to do simple things like : netflix, junk food, cuddles ,playstation,and watch funny videos /anime with him..In the summer : she loves a lot to swim with castiel and travel in new places .
for a date:, they prefer a romantic dinner , pic nic unde the stars in a forest, long walks in the beach..Eating ice cream, or why not?, go to an waterpark or a few concerts together.
9. How open are they with their feelings?
For miky is REALLY important this thing, she can’t talk with someone which isn’t open with her, because she felt already when someone is lying to her, or he/she is hiding something. With castiel she knows already it’s impossible from the beginning lying, because when they meet,and after not much time later,they decide to be a couple, he told her, that he hates lies.It doesn’t matter how hard she can be with him, he wants always the truth.Expecially because he’s not the type of person which left someone for a simple discussion.The only thing each other cant bear is cheating. Castiel sometimes is unsure to tell her something, not because he doesn‘trust her, but because he doesn’t want to make the same old mistakes with debrah or bored her with “usless” things. But they’re working together with this thing, and castiel slowly he’s learning that, she can’t be angry with him without knowing X motivation.So they’re quite open to each other, it’s really rare that they don’t talk if something is wrong.Comunication is the first thing, and generally it lacks for bullshits but never for more searious things.
26. How important is the romance in your OC’s overall story?
A LOT. Miky is scorpio, a scorpio is pure passion, she can’t be with someone it isn’t like her or can’t understand her.And for castiel is the same( we can cleray see this during the episodes 40 ,9,11 ;) )
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heya nic! happy sts! 🏵, 🌵, and 🌾 for teh ask game? have a decent day ahead! :3 - 🔮⛈ (@enchanted-lightning-aes)
hi hi!!! happy sts i am having a blast with this !
🏵: which oc have you had the longest, and what inspired them? i’ve had camilia the longest! she was inspired by a short novel i wrote with an internet friend a veryyyy long time ago that i decided to rewrite, though i’ve kind of dropped it again… maybe it’ll see the light some day!
🌵: which OCs would NOT get along? ronyn from the summer we bloomed and eden from the rewrite of the novel mentioned above (which is actually called the fall over the edge of the forest!!) to be fair, eden doesn’t like anyone, but i feel like their personalities in particular would clash
🌾: what’s something an OC needs to learn? ronyn (tswb) needs to learn that she does not/cannot help everyone she comes across, even if it hurts her in the end.
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OC Autumn Preferences
Tagged by the flawless @iheardtheowlcallmenames
Tagging all y’all because I’m too lazy to tag right now. And for all the fellow socially anxious messes: yes, this means you. No, I don’t not mean you. Do this shit and say I tagged you. DO IT.
Deputy Nic Raylan
1). go apple picking vs. go on a hay ride
2). scary vs. sweet
3). sweaters Sharky’s sweatshirts vs. boots
4). socks vs. mittens
5). bonfires vs. football
6). trick-or-treating vs. watch scary movies
9). bake pie vs. bake cookies
10). Rain vs. fog
11). black cats vs. owls
12). ghosts vs. wizards
13). harry potter vs. halloweentown
14). go hiking vs. sleep in
15). cinnamon vs. nutmeg
16). reading vs. writing
17). hot chocolate vs. tea
18). live in a cabin in a forest vs. have it be fall 24/7
19). candy apples vs. caramel apples
20). blankets vs. pillows
21). roasted marshmallows vs. roasted chestnuts
22). coffee vs. apple cider
23). red leaves vs. orange leaves
24). braids vs. bows
25). scented candles vs. the smell of fresh baked goods
26). carve pumpkins vs. make pumpkin pie
27). pumpkin spice lattes vs. chai tea lattes Neither
28). coats vs. oversized sweaters sweatshirts
29). beanies vs. berets
30). Candy corn vs. peanut butter cups
32). jump in a pile of leaves vs. swing on a tire
33). corn maze vs. haunted house
34). bob for apples vs. visit a pumpkin patch
35). whipped cream on hot chocolate vs. marshmallows on hot chocolate Both. With cinnamon sugar on top. Go big or go home.
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Reasons I Love Katherine Adams
As per this post, I am doing a "reasons I love __" series in which I talk about why I love my WIPs and characters. I'm taking my OC page and using that as my guide for what order to write about characters. I skipped the rp/OHS characters for now, though, since I talk about them the most.
I've already talked about DHaF, Belinda, Ikuisuus, Juma, Chippy, DHaFN, Ruby, Soul Surgery, Jason Zephyr, The Forest, Amelia R., Cadence, Vampire Idol rewrite, Elizabeth, Nane, Humanity’s Demon, Demonic and Samuel.
Here is what I love about Katherine Adams:
having grown up half of my life with a mother that was a single mother, I have a soft spot for loving single mothers that struggle to give their children good lives
she is super sweet and loving but stern when she needs to be (like when Sam and ‘Nic skipped school)
she would do anything for both “Trevor” (Demonic) and Samuel. Absolutely anything, even though she technically just met Demonic but she thinks they’re her nephew named Trevor, so she thinks they’re family
she accepts Demonic in every way and there have been several times in the novel she tempted them to blow their cover
she is the ideal mother IMO
her attitude and general character is based off of my mother (except she’s more stern than my mother was toward me... she’s like a hybrid of how my mom treated me and my brother)
If you have anything else you’d like to add that you love about Kat, feel free to. I know most of my points were about her as a mother, but that’s been most of what I’ve figured out about her. Also the fact that her whole motherliness is what makes me love her SO MUCH.
Here are a couple picrews I made of Kat:
#reasons I love my ocs#katherine#katherine adams#my ocs#about my ocs#about katherine#single mothers#kat#writers of tumblr#writing community#reasons I love katherine#my series#oc love
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14, 16, 18, 26, 27, 30, 34 and 44 for harlei, jack, nayden and anze?
the buds and the space not so buds
14 What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods?
Harlei: After month of living off of cup noodles, anything even mildly fancier than that, chicken flavored anything is good. There are only three vegetables she even eats
Jack: Ham and pineapple and ham pizza, hate him for that if you must he likes the sweet and salty combo and pizza is great food for hangovers, not to mention that he just likes greasy food. He’s a little chubby because of this. He’s not too fond of fish or other seafood, even less after getting it on with Mirad
Nayden: Berries fresh from the forest, what he dislikes is food gone bad really, he’ll eat anything
Anze: good ol’ steak, and while he doesn’t have the luxury of being picky he’ll avoid eating too sweet
16 What does your OC smell like?
Harlei: like any expensive perfume she’s stolen, most often very floral with spice in it
Jack: two weeks old booze and motor oil. Or after a shower, love, he smells like love
Nayden: Smoke and pine, he lives in the woods and just has that as his natural scent as well, it’s quite magical
Anze: Whatever oil he uses to keep his armor shiny, smells like stress and sexual frustration
18 What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths?
Harlei: She’s quite fearless, her weakness would be being overly confident and overestimating her own abilities, also has her jealous streak and the need to overplay anyone. Her strengths would be her confidence and her ability to think fast
Jack: His fear is getting abandoned again, all the people he loves jst disappearing. His weakness, having no confidence or physical strength. He’s a very caring and loving person with a sense of humor, that counts as a plus yes?
Nayden: His family dying, his cousins, children, wife, his ultimate fear. he’s bit naive and too much go with the flow. although go with the flow is a good thing as well, he’s caring and he’s a real bro, best bro you could hope for
Anze: Being a disappointment for everyone, blame Andrei for this deeply rooted fear. He’s bit paranoid and very, very sleep deprived. He’s physically and mentally strong, loyal af, and very decisive
26 Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact and why?
Harlei: Hazel is very important for her, they grew up together, made their first gig together, worked together, support each other with their romantic relationships. And of course her parents are important to her too. Roben only had a bit of an impact on her, even though they never got to know each other before he was poisoned, he got her thinking.
Jack: Ellen is the most important thing for him, his brother long gone and her being the only remaining person from his family. He treasures her. I still don’t have that many characters i can think of someone only having a small impact on him ._.
Nayden: Apart from the obvious ones: Sharni and their kids, Lucas, he’s been around longer than any others from his little gang, and they grew a strong bond, sadly Lucas outlived Nayden by many years. He doens’t want to consider everyone the least important, just less impact on him, one of those people i even have manes for are Peter and Yvette, he was very inspired by them truly.
Anze: Nics was the One, it just clicked. First one outside the military or his family that was very meaningful to him. Maya wasn’t that important to him, but hearing about her death got him thinking about his own values and the situation with riedians in general
27 What kind of childhood did your character have?
Harlei: Not too traumatic, if something happened, it was her fault, but her parents tried, my god did they try.
Jack: Brotherly fights with Samuel in everything, and then staying in his smart brother’s shadow when he got to highly respected collage and he ended up a mechanic on a pirate ship at the age of 18
Nayden: He felt like an outsider most of the time, but he loved his aunt and uncle and they loved him back. And honestly, losing his uncle hurt him as much as it did for his cousins
Anze: Constant physical and mental beating, his dad wanting him to be like himself, his mother gone and all that. Andrei’s traits stuck to him for a long while and i think it’s fair to say he has PTSD, he didn’t get to be a child like his sister did
30 Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why?
Harlei: Married? The thought has occurred to her but at that point it was too early, or too late. Kids? She can’t have her own and wouldn’t see the point in adopting since she’s not too fond of kids to begin with
Jack: After getting out of jail he would think about getting married, to whom though? No one loved him. After meeting and getting to know Mirad the thought came back, he’s just too unsure of himself to ask the question himself though, and his age might affect that as well, since he thought getting married is for young, and still feel bit unlovable at times
Nayden: Settling down with kids was one of his most wanted things. His life kept him from actually actively searching for a partner, but then Sharni came, and they got close, and they were really close of just settling down until Anze came through the door “hold a fucking moment! i mma make u a king” and there they go again. He has total four kids and three grandchildren he got to see
Anze: Since his parent’s marriage didn’t go so well most of the time he thaught it was a waste of time and energy, so were kids. And he knew he was gay from quite young age too, so he just accepted he’ll never have kids. He was very close to marrying Nics, but then one thing led to another and he lost his arm and rest is history
34 What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?
Harlei: You can find her from anywhere where the criminals gather, she likes playing a snarky btich, wrapping others around her fingers. Most of the time she’s just an attention whore among others
Jack: The bar, usually at the front desk too, near the bartender, just chatting and trying to be cheery, but when taken too much he starts getting very emotional while trying to offer others emotional support
Nayden: Whatever gathering he must attend, he likes being in the middle of it all so his socially anxious friends don’t have to, he likes chit chatting and is just charming
Anze: Everything a military leader has to, so.. every sophisticated ball ever. He rather stands at the edge and drink some wine but he has a lot of guests to see him and has to chat with them, keeps his polite exterior to some degree, gets tired halfway through and just hits up the ambassadors to let him leave
44 How does your character react/ accept criticism?
Harlei: ‘ok bitch how bout ya do this instead, trust me on my methods or fuck off’ so… badly i guess
Jack: just nods and tried better next time, if he even dares to try
Nayden: Quite well, it’s part of life yes? Improve yourself
Anze: noted… but will think of ways to improve, will consider your suggestions if they make any sense
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