#Emelia's characters

[thesharktist]

May I perhaps request some more info about your OCs?

My OCs, mainly all dragons, live in their own world, of course, a land far far away. It's a lot of magic arcano tech so it's semi-modern, semi-high fantasy medieval. The world is still unnamed because I'm indecisive as all hell but it's a number of kingdoms all on one continent though I've been working on other continents. The dragons in my other post are 5/6 heirs of the dragons on that main continent. They're of the oldest kingdoms, more powerful and such. A lot of things are unnamed, actually, I'll be creating a full map hopefully soon!

They're all dragon shifters, meaning they have essentially two forms: A human one and a dragon one, as seen on their reference sheets. This is part of their innate magic, though they have the ability to study and learn magic if they please. All shifters have some sort of breath magic, like fire, which is unique to their species typically. If you guys are curious, I can go into their species in another post. (PLEASE my autistic brain put such genuine scientific thought into them)

They live for long periods of time, so it's common for older dragons to dabble into magic at some point in their lives, but it's a passive thing. Mages are common, just more common among elves and humans.

As for THEIR STORY

My dragons are all young adults, heirs to their throne. They sort of grow together, a group of friends their parents set up to ensure peace across the kingdoms sharing their continent. They get sent off to this boarding school in Celest and Luna's kingdom, further away from the castle that's meant to help raise heirs and prepare them to eventually take the throne. It's a high school through college type deal, so they're all young adults in the exact story.

At the boarding school, they're mentored by the high mage of the continent who tends to remain super neutral on everything. His name is Fitz and he actively took all of the heirs in to train them with everything they'll need to run the kingdoms in their parents absence.

It starts out an innocent slice of life, but political tensions are rising between some of the kingdoms (and the dragons) because Zircon's, that 6th character reference I haven't finished, parents are trying to get more land and power over the continent. This caused a rift between the friend group, too, with Zircon's parents urging him to cause problems. Eventually, they urged him to "get rid of them."

One day, he's finally brought to act and Zircon invites all of them to meet up in Fitz's study and magic lab, where they frequently group up for lectures and such. Instead of killing his friends, which he can't bring himself to do, he is able to banish them to another world.

This is where the fun bit comes in!! Essentially, my dragons must try to blend in as humans in a more modern world while also working to find other magic beings and get help figuring out their way home, avoiding being hunted down by humans (and even other non-human beings).

Aaaaand, yeah!! That's all for this ramble :3c pleaase ask more questions, I'll hopefully get art up soon, maybe try a comic? I probably won't have time but there will be frequent art of them.

[spinchs-field]

you don’t understand, you should never know how easy you are to need

[chroma-imp-draws]

Days 8 and 9 of OC-tober: Past and Future

[ratt-teeth]

It took me long enough, but I’m finally making my DA/Viewer/Y/N oc

Still working out her personality and everything, but take this design sheet~

[official-deified-defiled]

Finally finished this old piece of MJs mom, Emelia, about a couple weeks before he was born.

[indigopoptart]

i do Not talk about my characters often, but today I am doing my chores and am thinking so fondly of emelia! dancing bachata with her mother while they do laundry. what a wonderful thought.

and what is this! a doodle!

[liruu]

This is Emelia O'Shea, the one referred to in my blurbs, if anyone was curious. She's been around since 2016 but unfortunately, the project I originally created her for was trashed, so I decided to let her have a new life! I'd love to tell you more about her! Let me know if you have any questions!

[mothbug]

just played three mini ttrpgs with friends and i’m gonna think about these forever

[limeny-lemon]

I have ocs btw, if you wanna ask questions about them go ahead I need to develop them more (I have more than this, these are just a few) picrew is by chicken.nuggts because I haven't gotten around to drawing them yet

[khihi]

Glasgow insta live highlights (part 2 - part 1 here) because we got a second stream, hell yeah 😎

JUKKA AND KÄÄRIJÄ MOMENT DURING HUHHAHHEI!?!?!?!?!?!

GIANT BULBUSAR PLUSHY

Someone gave him a pair of "Käärijä's Bitch" shades, like the "Bojan's Bitch" shades and he did that stupid grinch impression ahsnjksjsksjs love him

Someone brought a "STEP ON ME" sign and he was so bemused by it lmaoo

Someone gave him money, he was very happy with it (SLAPPED IT ON HIS SWEATY CHEST AND IT JUST STUCK THERE AHDHDJSSK)

Jukka patting Häärijä's head in time with the audience chanting

Emelia back again for the ICIP duet, in her main character era, good for her

Technically, if we're basing it on Finland's timezone, he turned 30 while playing Cha Cha Cha 🥹🥹🥹

Once again: GLASGOW CROWD, GIVE US ALL THE DETAILS <333

[thesharktist]

More OC Lore

Essentially, an origin of life loredump!

There was Light and there was Dark. Inseparable they were. Where Light went, Dark followed. Where Dark ventured, Light explored.

Soon to them came a clutch of three. Eggs each unique, one burned bright, one rustled vibrant, one illuminated pale.

Soon they would hatch and it was no longer Light and Dark, but Light, Dark, Sun, Nature, and Moon.

With the hatching of the family hatched the world.

So Nature painted the orb with green and breathed life into it. Sun loved it with great warmth, their comforting rays honoring light, bringing day. Moon brought night, a comforting chill that settled the Light and rose the Dark.

Soon, the world appeared lonely; thus, the family grew. To Sun a hatch of three, Moon and Nature each a hatch of two.

One by one, the eggs hatched and the world prospered. Star, child of Sun, brought friends of thousands and millions. The world in alternating Light and Dark no longer was lonely, for the space around was filled with little gasses that burned bright.

Next came Earth, child of Nature, who adorned the green with valiant rocks and mountains. Beneath the surface was filled with sediment of all kinds.

Air, child of Moon, followed. They breathed life and wind into the hearts of the family, rustling Nature's art softly. With air, life as is currently known began.

Flora and Fauna, twin children of Nature, hatched next. Spectacular beings arose with luscious plants to reside among and prosper.

Another egg hatched and out flowed Water, child of Moon. They filled in the green with blue; seas and lakes formed, rivers and streams ran, ponds and puddles arose. Water worked well with Air, creating weather to keep the world ever-moving.

Then hatched Energy, child of Sun, in loud bursts of lightning and electricity. Energy kept the world charged.

In the aftermath of Energy hatched Fire, child of Sun, who brought blazing embers and flowing lava.

Calm was the world, now, complete because of these dragons, the Life Bringers. It ebbed and flowed with the passive influence of these beings.

Light and Dark, the first Life Bringers, the fist to face a being's end; life's end. Dark uptook the creature into their claws, bringing peace and rest while Light ensured their soul lived on joyously.

Star offered a home for these resting souls, arranging the souls to stay in the space with them, ensuring safety and everlasting peace.

Some souls were drawn into constellations, others shone bright alone but together. The space around the world no longer is simply "the space." Now, it is the Soul Sanctuary.

The Life Bringers do as their name suggests. They brought life into existence, continuing it after death, allowing wordly life to do so in the best world possible.```

[havenroyals]

Tag List

Tumblr has been hiding my tame posts from the dashboard. So, let's start a tag to prevent you from missing the tea on your favorite characters. Please let me know if you only would like to be notified about:

The Royals: King Liam, Queen Freya, Crown Princess Emelia, Prince Drake, Duke of Harkne, Prince Max, Princess Odette, Princess Millie, Princess Rayne, Prince Arron, and Prince Channing.

The Public Figures and Celebrities: Doctors Ethan, Tobias, and Harmonie, Singers Raleigh and Kassandra. Actor Matt. The children: Toby, Nevaeh, Briella, Rainia, EJ, Matthew, Nicholas, and Misty.

Everything: What the royals refuse to let the people know. Singers, actors, beyond the pages of the gossip rags! Professionals live ordinary lives away from the press.

Like and/or comment to be added to the tag list. If you don't want to be tagged, please do not like to avoid confusion.

(The Cartel - Zeus, Ares, Carmen - is kinda everywhere. I don't think we need a Cartel tag)😄

[chroma-imp-draws]

had to doodle current versions of Emelia and Imogen to prove that I actually can draw now

[cowplant-pizza]

❤️🌸😍🌷Sᓰᘻ ᕲᑘᘻᕵ🌷😍🌸❤️

important: please feel free to use these sims in your gameplay as the main character or side sims. however, do NOT change their sexual orientation, skintones or pronouns. i would prefer you not to change anything else about them but please at least keep their base identities the same. also, tag me if you use them, i would love to see! 

note 1: career is only for rp reasons. feel free to use mods to make these real

note 2: all sims come with 1 outift

first sim: emelia stanley traits: dance machine, athletic, family oriented  aspiration: soulmate pronouns: she/her sexual orientation: straight career: professional samba dancer

second sim: emilie richmond traits: athletic, foodie, over achiever aspiration: extreme sports enthusiast  pronouns: she/her sexual orientation: lesbian career: nutritionist and fitness blogger

third sim: juliet reed traits: creative, bookworm, cat lover aspiration: bestselling author pronouns: she/her sexual orientation: bisexual career: poetry writer 

fourth sim: anaya huggins traits: self assured, adventurous, perfectionist  aspiration: mt. komorebi sightseer pronouns: they/them sexual orientation: lesbian career: travel vlogger

download: simfileshare (no ads) ~ emelia ~ emilie ~ juliet ~ anaya ~ gallery id: boeybum

CC is included ~ thank you to all creators!  the files were too big to upload to patreon, sorry!

[mathiwrites]

I told myself I would try to do both prompts per day during @tamlinweek, so here's my second entry for Day 1 with the second prompt: Human Tamlin.

This story is based on Grey's Anatomy, but with our beloved ACOTAR characters. It will be an ongoing series, but the chapters will be short. Please enjoy my McMeme-y Feyre.

Read Archeron's Anatomy on AO3 or below the cut!

First Day - Hours One, Three and Five

My mother always told me that this was the first real day of your life. Granted, she was talking about residency, not the inherent freedom of adulthood, and the crippling debt.

The first day of my life? Hell, I want to spend it the way I want to.

The house is a graveyard… of boxes and dust. One on top of the other, they crowd the only life in the home, in the living room (unsurprisingly). Not a single soul stirs in the tangle of sheets, messily torn from one of the boxes the night before. Clothes mark their path from the door to the nest of blankets, easy to trace, but neither of them had a thing to hide. Last night, they had courage to guide their touches, their kisses, and everything more.

The clock strikes seven.

“Shit!”

Today is the first day of my life, and I’m late.

Feyre jumps to her feet, pulling all the sheets around her naked body. In the light of day, she cares about who sees her. As for the man in her makeshift-not-quite bed, well, he gets a kick to get him up.

“I’m awake, I’m awake,” he grumbles. “I was awake the moment you were.” He sits up, gathering his long blonde hair into a messy bun. 

The sight of him gives her pause as her eyes trail from his emerald eyes, down the slope of her perfect nose, along his strong jaw, appreciating his muscular body and down, down. Feyre tilts his head. She slept with that? How much did she have to drink? How much did he?

“Nice place.” His voice is a low rumble, and it jostles her from her useless thoughts.

“No, nope, we’re not doing this. I’m late for my first date of work and you need to go.”

“Can I at least get your name?”

“We’re not going to see each other again, so no, sorry. Okay, well, see yourself out! Bye!”

Maybe if she had anything to steal, Feyre would worry about leaving a strange (attractive) man in her house, but he’ll have to be determined as hell to go through the unpacked boxes to even try to find something of value. Everything she has is either basic necessity, or they hold value to her and her alone. 

By the time she finishes her shower and flies down the stairs of her mother’s old home, the (handsome) stranger is gone.

HOUR ONE

Interns chatter throughout the locker room, but Feyre pays no mind.  She runs her hands across the scrubs, thinking of what her mother’s first day would have been like—it would’ve been something else entirely. Instead of the diverse range of people in ages, gender and ethnicity, Emelia Archeron would have been the only woman of her class. 

What am I doing? What am I doing?

Feyre can’t possibly live up to the impossibly high bar her mother has set for all doctors across America, much less the bar she needs to clear as her daughter. 

“Everyone out in five, the Chief wants to have a talk with all the first years! Chop, chop,” shouts one of the residents. 

The chaos is immediate as Feyre tears her clothes off, jumping straight into her scrubs. No one wants to be the last one to show up on the first day. She loses herself in the gaggle of lost, and confused interns who are equally excited as they are nervous.

“Welcome to the first day of your residency,” the Chief of Surgery greets. Doctor Thesan comes from a long line of doctors, and just being in his presence is awe-inspiring. To be so young and to run Seattle Grace’s entire surgery department, all this is just so damn intimidating.

“In these halls, you will experience the best days of your lives, and also the worst days of your lives. Some of you will quit, and it’s better you do so sooner than later, if you don’t think surgery is for you. In this room, you will hold the lives of hundreds, if not thousands of people, in your hands over the course of a lifetime. You will heal broken hearts, and give artists their hands again. You can achieve everything you dream of, but first, you need to want it bad enough.”

Chief Thesan chuckles, the sound is like a chime on the wind. He smiles, a genuinely kind and warm expression across his face and reaches his eyes, where they wrinkle with joy. The longer Feyre looks at him, the more he reminds her of the sun with his flawless tawny skin, and kind eyes. She believes anything he says, and if he thinks everyone in this room is destined for success, who is she to argue with him?

“I don’t want to scare you all. I know you’ve all studied hard, and I know you’re all capable. I’ve read each of your files. It’s just important that you all know the responsibility you will all bear as doctors, first and foremost.” He clasps his hands together. “Alright, now, go save lives.”

He’s just kidding though, because as soon as he leaves the room, the interns are split into different groups, under the watchful eye of residents who are, for lack of a better word, dead inside.

“I’m with the She-Demon. You guys?” One of the chattier interns says, approaching Feyre and the other people in her… vicinity. “I’m Isaac, by the way.”

Feyre looks around, assuming that he’s talking to anyone but her. Maybe she wishes he was.

“Yeah, me too!” The girl beside her chirps, a meek little thing. “I’m Clare.”

She looks between them, and they look at her expectantly. Mostly an only child in all the ways that matter, Feyre prefers to keep to herself, but… if residency is going to be as hard as everyone says it is, she might as well make friends.

“Feyre.”

“Nice to meet you, Feyre,” Clare smiles, a little too invested in this friendship thing.

On second thought, these people are Feyre’s competition and she needs to survive, first.

“What are you dorks talking about? This the She-Demon group?”

“Why do you think they call her that, by the way? I’m Isaac, by the way.”

“Nah, I don’t need to know your name. You’ll be gone by the time I learn it.”

“Asshole,” Feyre hisses under her breath.

“But you, baby, you can have my name. If I get your number first.”

She cracks her neck, slowly turning to face her brand new pain in her ass. The guy’s not bad looking, which is probably why he gets permission to get away with a piss-poor attitude. He looks like someone who’s gotten a free ride on his father’s money and connections; Feyre had seen enough of those types in her day.

“Why? You looking for an emergency contact? Can’t imagine many people wanting you around.”

Clare and Isaac muffle their laughter, if only to stave a possible tantrum from a dickhead. The irrelevant intern smirks, unmoved by her bite.

“The name’s Graysen. Remember it, you’ll be screaming it later.”

Feyre rolls her eyes. She knows better than to feed the troll, it’s her own fault for saying anything to him at all. The resident called the ‘She-Demon’ rescues Graysen from having his dignity knocked down another notch, if that’s even possible. The bar is on the ground. God, the bar is on the ground to be a decent human being.

“None of you are important,” says the five-foot-nothing surgery resident. Doctor Amren looks at each one of them, unimpressed. She does not smile, she does not ask their names, and she does not even direct them. She simply turns on her heel, expecting them to follow, and follow they do.

“You will do nothing without my approval. I do not care if you scored the highest in your medical school, you are nothing and you know nothing. You will not disturb me unless a patient is dying, and if a patient is dying, it better not be your fault.”

“Those are contradicting,” Graysen chimes in.

Doctor Amren stops, turning s l o w l y to face the idiot before her. The interns part to give her direct access to the man, and though she has to crane her head to look at Graysen, he looks infinitely small beneath her disparaging gaze. 

Feyre understands exactly where that name comes from.

“You will not waste my time,” she says, her tone even and threatening. “The next forty-eight hours will determine if you are worth keeping around. Make it count.”

The urge to ask ‘or what’ crosses Graysen’s mind, but he seems to think better of it and just nods. Doctor Amren continues with her rounds, listing a hundred thousand rules that need to be remembered, most of which are a reminder that interns are the lowest of the low.

“Beddor, you will be in charge of checking on my patients,” she says, handing a stack of charts to the young woman. Clare doesn’t waste a second, immediately disappearing to do what she’s told. “Hale, Dr. Cassian needs an extra set of hands. Orthopedics, go. Archeron, you’re with me in ED.”

“What about me?” Graysen asks, as politely as possible.

“Rectal exams until I say otherwise.”

Time flies in the emergency department. Feyre bolts between different patients, making sure to balance all the attention needed to make sure no one dies on her watch. So far, the cases she has been handed were easy enough. Stitches, a couple of CTs, there was one patient that threw up on her, but aside from that, she’s surviving. 

“Archeron!”

Feyre is at Doctor Amren’s side in an instant. She’s long figured out that the only acceptable pace is a sprint (while minding hospital rules). 

“Patient exhibits mild chest pains, but no other persisting symptoms. Get a full workup done, and when you’re done, run it up to the new cardio surgeon. This is not Mrs. Afi’s first time here. Let’s make sure nothing was missed.”

“Got it!”

HOUR THREE

In the time that it takes for the labs to yield results, Feyre manages to find some downtime. The rest of her group is sprawled in various states of life in the cafeteria. Isaac has his forehead pressed against the table, clearly contemplating his life choices, Graysen wears a mildly traumatized look on his face—a single human being can only see so many buttholes in one day—and only Clare seems unchanged by her first three hours of internship.

“Feyre! Is it true, is the Emelia Archeron your mother? Gods, how amazing is that? Your mother invented the Archeron method. She revolutionized non-invasive surgeries.”

A delicate sigh escapes Feyre. The last thing she wants is to be her mother’s legacy. She loves her mother, but she’s not trying to change the world right now. She’s just trying to make it out of this program alive. Most of the time, she doesn’t know why she’s here, except that she loves her mother and she has nowhere else to go.

“Yeah,” is all Feyre offers her new friend.

“Bet that’s why you didn’t get rectal exams,” Graysen complains.

“No, you got rectal exams because you don’t know when to shut your mouth.”

Feyre raises a brow in Clare’s direction. When did she start talking back? Impressive.

Before Graysen can complain, Doctor Amren’s voice carries across the cafeteria and she isn’t even raising her voice. He pales, getting to his feet and sprinting after her. Unfortunately, Isaac is called too. He groans, and struggles to get to his feet. Orthopedics, to his surprise, is a highly physical specialization.

He gives her a sad look, and she offers him a sympathetic smile.

Her gaze wanders, landing on a tall staff member standing in line. Feyre admires his broad back, even under the doctor’s coat. It’s an absent-minded thing, really. She swears she isn’t trying to ogle at the staff here, but he’s so large, it’s as impressive as Clare’s backtalk to Graysen.

Huh, he looks familiar.

Long blonde hair pulled back into a bun, and the kind of jawline that cuts glass. He turns and—

“Oh, shit!”

Feyre sinks in her chair, using one of the boys’ abandoned trays to cover her face which is not the most subtle way to hide. If anything, it draws more attention.

“Feyre, are you okay?!” Clare is alarmed on her behalf. “Who are you hiding from?”

“No one, I just thought I saw someone I know! I gotta go!” Feyre keeps the tray and runs out the door on the opposite side of the room.

HOUR FIVE

Is it her fault if the labs got mixed up? Feyre doesn’t think so, but what matters is what Doctor Amren thinks. So yeah, it is her fault.

“What are you standing around here for?” The intimidatingly small doctor glares at her.

“The labs, the results are out.”

“So?”

It takes her brain a second to load before it clicks. She was supposed to take them to the new chief of cardio. Feyre doesn’t bother with politeness, heading straight for the stairs just in case the elevator is too slow.

“I’m looking for the new Chief of Cardio?” She asks at the nurse’s station.

“He’s right over there,” answers one of the nurses who quickly returns to the phone call she’s on. It seems important because she doesn’t bother to make sure if Feyre is going in the right direction.

Feyre follows the direction the nurse pointed in, turns the corner and—

Yup, this is the worst day of my life.

Standing there, the only doctor in the hallway is the (attractive) man from the bar. The one she promptly kicked out of her house this morning because she promised they would never see each other again. The Chief of Cardiothoracic surgery is the man Feyre Archeron slept with and now, he’s her boss.

Nope, nope, nope.

She backs away. Maybe she can find a way to e-mail him the results. Yeah, it’s 2024. The results should be digital, or something technologically relevant to the times.

“Well, well, well,” comes the familiar rumble. It’s infuriating actually, how his tone can reach into her chest like the purr of a wildcat. He sounds so goddamn amused, and that just makes her hate her life even more. “I thought we weren’t going to see each other again.”

She wants to punch him in his stupidly handsome face.

“Labs for you.” Feyre shoves the papers into his chest. There, done.

She doesn’t wait to hear what he has to say.

[liruu]

My character Emelia, she's been around since 2016.

I'm horrible at leaving things unfinished so I feel pretty good that I finished them.

Couldn't find a character sheet that included everything I wanted to include so I just did two.

Why not?