#Lil Ophie

[simm-mouse]

I had to draw the cousins again in the 90's. Nerv and Ophie being siblings to each other makes my heart explode

[casukaga]

some doodles based on pre-campaign scenes @artbykatybug has written about cable and ophelia as they visit ophelia’s family ranch!

our dnd ocs — cable (he/they) • ophelia (she/her)

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[trollbreak]

Ok now that I’ve beat my brain back into behaving. Ophioc Dyceps <3

[sinha-ri]

doooooodles and lily being a father to jonah

[ophiebot]

some rough work on a final coming up

[isaut]

what are y’all’s favorite storylines to play in the sims?

[chigirisprincess]

Wine Upon My Lips⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

— Dehya

⊹ Details. 18+ minors dni, dni if you are not sapphic, afab!reader, reader wears a slip dress, blood consumption, vamp!reader, reassurance, ambiguous relationship, Dehya is reader's protector, vampiric feeding. ⊹ Run time. 1.0k ⊹ Note. Thank you for sending in a lil request Ophie, I hope you enjoy. Prompt; "already barely holding it together as they're getting their hand held but then they feel that reassuring squeeze and they just can't” for my lil milestone event.

The desert air is cool at night. It rustles through the thin, gauzy white slip you wear. Goosebumps dance up the length of your arms as you quietly pace around the courtyard. Your heeled shoes click against faded, worn stone tiles, alerting the nearly sleeping desert foxes to your presence. They brush against your legs and weave in between them as you walk, vying for your attention with small displeased yips, but your gaze remains firmly locked in the archway that leads into the courtyard. 

“She must come,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around your trembling frame, “She promised me … She wouldn’t lie to me.”

“Who wouldn’t lie to you?”

A familiar voice calls from behind you. You whip your head in search of its owner. Dehya’s head peeks out from around the tree trunk she’s hidden behind. The branches lightly sway with the breeze, and a few petals from the budding flowers fly off and scatter across the courtyard. The mildly fragrant floral scent drifts along the air for a fleeting moment before it dissipates across the dunes that spread outside of the castle walls. Her body rolls around it as she steps out from behind it, a look of concern crossing her features as she walks closer to you.

Your name rolls off her tongue as she stretches her hand toward you, “Are you alright?” Dehya murmurs, her brows furrowing together when the warm palm of her hand meets your frigid skin, “Archons, you’re freezing, here take this.”

The red and gold cloak she wears around her shoulders swiftly flies off her body and she wraps it around your trembling frame.

“Thank you,” you mutter, ducking your head to avert your gaze.

Her pale blue eyes are piercing as they flicker up and down your body, and her calloused palms rub soothing circles against your biceps, “You can tell me,” she says, curling her finger under your chin to catch your eyes, “If something’s wrong. Is that why you called me here?”

“Not exactly,” you stutter, clamping your bottom lip between your teeth, “I called you here because I need you.”

“Whoa, hey, maybe take a girl out to dinner first,” Dehya jokes, the corners of her lips curling up into a smile only to drop when your expression remains sunken, “Okay, not the time for jokes … So, you need me? Need me for what?”

“It’s difficult to explain.”

Taking your trembling hand in hers, Dehya offers you reassurance through a firm squeeze. Tears prickle at your eyes, they threaten to spill over your lash line as you suck in a shaky breath, “I’m hungry,” you whisper, your voice no louder than the wind, “And I need you.”

The sharpened edge of your fangs glints in the warm firelight that spills across the courtyard. From beneath your lip, they’re rather measly-looking and appear to be only a smidgen larger than the rest of your teeth. Still, Dehya’s breath hitches and sticks in the middle of her throat. The cogs turn behind her eyes as she begins to understand what you’re asking of her. The hold she has on your hand tightens as she tilts her head to the side, bearing her neck to you.

Your hand shakes as you gently brush a few strands of Dehya’s long brown hair away from her neck. You can feel how her heart thrums erratically as you smooth your fingers along the smooth expanse of her skin and press down in search of her vein. You suppose the steely look in her eyes is supposed to be a wordless admission of how brave she is but, guilt curls in your gut and you hesitate.

“Hey,” she calls, her voice soft in a way that warms the icy pit that sits on your chest, “It’s okay, you can do this.”

Offering you a small smile, Dehya curls her fingers around the nape of your neck to bring your face forward. Your hot breath fans across her shoulder, your lips just barely grazing the junction where her shoulder meets her neck. Your fingers twitch and bile lines the back of your throat as anticipation thrums through your veins. Dehya is docile in your grasp, filled with concern for you and your well-being while your body shakes in excitement at the prospect of her taste on your tongue.

Laving your tongue over her sweat-salted skin, you graze your fangs along her pulse point. A small pained gasp tears through Dehya as your teeth sink into her flesh. Your eyes roll back into your head as the heady metallic taste of her blood fills your mouth. Her nails bite into your hand as she jolts, but she still manages to rub a few, small circles with her thumb. The tears that nipped at your eyes drip past your lashes as you hungrily suckle and gulp down her ichor.

The pained puffs of air that passed her lips meld into ones that eerily resemble sounds of pleasure. Her chest heaves against yours as she gulps down a few deep breaths. Blood drips out of the corner of your mouth and rolls down your chin. Dehya’s eyes are heavy and lidded with exhaustion when you lift your head. 

“Better?” She questions, offering you a tired smile.

Nodding your head, you dip down to plant a gentle kiss against her throbbing, split skin, “Thank you, Dehya,” you murmur into her neck, “You must let me know how I can repay you.”

One of her hands slips down to hold your hip while the other brushes along your jaw to wipe away the thick trickles of blood that paint your skin. She holds you tenderly and firmly. A sob sits on the tip of your tongue, though you don’t feel sad.

“There’s no need,” she says, her eyes flickering between your eyes and lips, “I am your protector, aren’t I?”

“But-“

Resting her forehead against yours, Dehya holds you close. Your chests rise and fall in sync as your harried breathes slow into a languid lull, “It is my duty and honour to attend to your needs.”

It sounds like a rather cheap bargain though you’re the one who asked this if she. Still, her warm and comforting embrace was far too welcoming for you to argue further.

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[llutrafrost]

A Lil drawing of Ophie, my Maraquan Kau, that I did on stream today!

[rustboxstarr]

🎙️Tapping out🎙️

A lil blurb of Eddie and Ophelia coming to tap you out after you graduate military school

Dad!Eddie x Mom!Military!Reader

Eddie had sat impatiently bouncing his leg as he watched your captain make his long speech and hand out awards for various honour students. Ophelia bless the little girl had sat quietly in his lap, her big watery eyes fixating on all the things around her as they sat in the stands before the football field. He could barely register a word Captain Harlow spoke as he searched the field crowded with rows of students dressed in green, 45 minutes had passed when Ophelia began to squirm, the stadium no longer stimulating her brain.

He began stroking her back willing her not to create a fuss, hoping to a god he didn’t believe in that she wasn’t about to cry, he had stupidly forgotten the 6 month olds essentials in the car as he rushed from the parking lot to join the flood of families waiting to tap their newly made military children.

He was truly regretting his haste in getting to the stands as Ophelia began to whine, he held her to his chest and slowly rocked her back and forth, attempting to be mindful of the people sitting around him.

Finally an hour had passed and the ceremony was over, everyone excitedly leaving the hard plastic chairs to find their loved ones, Eddie was no exception. He wished everyone would walk faster as he followed the crowd out of his row and down the stairs, braking off from them when he set foot on the field.

Frantic eyes searched the field till he finally laid eyes on you once the burly muscular man moved from in front of you to hug his own family. He ran as well as he could with a little baby in his arms to find you, smiling as he saw your harsh face refusing to make eye contact with him and stare ahead to where he had previously been sat.

“Look Ophi! Look it’s mommy!” He pointed towards you as he took long strides between the clumps of people, he adjusted his hold of her to turn her towards you, her eyes finding yours as he got closer. Finally he arrived in front of you, your face never wavering in its professional manner, but he spotted the tears begin to collect by your waterlines.

“You gonna give mommy a hug? Here” he took the little girls pudgy arm extending it to touch softly at your neck, suddenly the professional demeanour dropped and you wrapped your hands around the little girl, tears dripping down your cheeks.

Eddie was quick to wrap his arms around you as you switched to holding Ophelia in one hand, desperately embracing Eddie in a tight grasp.

[wasteland-stranger]

Hello tumblr, have a hastily drawn pic of my oc Ophelia (“Ophie”/Charmer) and Deacon! I’m new to fallout tumbl so… yeah! I haven’t shared much about her yet but I’m gonna hopefully do more drawings of her n her lil adventures n stuff! Also like I said this pic was quickly drawn and I’m BAD at digital art (and I’m using my finger to draw 😩) so it’s not the greatttttestt but hopefully I’ll get better! :)

[simm-mouse]

HI! I saw that your requests are open, teehee. I love your art, it's precious. Could you please draw Nerv and Ophie? I always felt like they would have a very close sibling-like relationship and would bond over punk bands, lol.

Of course I can! I see them that way too, I explained their relationship in my past posts. Mostly back when Nerv was living with Willow and Creon(My little personal head canon 👉👈), and Nerv was like a big brother to Ophelia up until he went missing. So here's a doodle of them in the '90s

I think that Nerv always had a habit of lying. Even as a kid. When it came to Ophie, it was very hard for him to. He could've just said he fell down the stairs and that's how he got bruised up, but he had a hard time lying to her.

Also I'd totally see them discussing punk bands now, while they try and make up for lost time. They would totally go to a concert together in the future, and rock out💀💥

[probably-a-plant-thing]

I'm going to throw 3 curveballs...

Conner x "Alice" (awkward 🤝🏼 awkward)

Ophelia x Newman (wannabe femme Fatale with detective)

Trent x the Patron (dreams to become a Ballet dancer and a lover of the classics)

I apologize if any of these strictly date men but these would be such an odd duo?

I'm sorry but I truly believe Conners might be imune to the awkward weeb shtick 😔 They could play games together tho and he might let her write a goofy message on a grenade. It's a weeb vs geek moment for real.

Newman is the kinda guy to be very suckered into his work, but if a pretty lady strolled into his office he might find the time to listen to whatever she has to say~ They could work if Ophy needed a private investigator for "anything"

OK BUT TRENT N PATRON COULD WORK. Like their chemistry could work the best since Trent literally ONLY listens to classical and loves the arts just as much. I can imagine Trent n Patron having a lil waltz together. Only miff I see is Trent would recluse if he found out Patron was a murderous stalker or somethin.

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Rmemebers my half baked thought of normal clown two piece puzzle. Tembers that guy name I came up with exclusively for that drabble where I introduced ophi. Rubs my lil hands together like a fly and places them in the slow cooker

[y0d00p]

36 :3

Do you have OC pairs where the other part belongs to someone else (siblings, lovers, friends etc)?

My oldest cases of pairing my OCs with other people's OCs were all with VR. I don't remember if Kitty or the Trio of Terror came first because they were very close, but...

When I was like 14 and @pukad0n was like, 11, we shipped VR with her (at the time) persona/self insert/oc Kitty (on the right). On the left is @teenydragator 's OC Javari who was like crack shipped with VR like a year or two after? idk. Lainie and Teeny probably do not want their 15+ year old art put on blast so I won't be sharing old pics from then, this doodle is from a VR anniversary pic I did like 8 years ago.

Both pairs only lasted like a couple years and disappeared for a long time but have returned in recent times in different forms. Now Kitty is a horror youtuber that talks about VR along with other cryptids and VR has adopted Javs as his son.

(by @dimzymicrobe)

(left by me, right by @prodigalbeem)

On the other side of the coin is the 𝓣𝓻𝓲𝓸 𝓸𝓯 𝓣𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓻 which consisted of VR, Paradox (red pigtails, belonging to Beem) and PETE (monitor head, belonging to Person I Don't Associate With Anymore). They popped up around VR/Kitty time and persisted for many years. Their whole shtick was that they all killed people so they just became a group of freaks that caused havoc and mayhem together. It was a whole Thing with my friend group at the time. Nowadays it's just VR and Para, but the shtick is still the same lmao.

Then for like 8 years I shipped all my OCs with the OCs of a bigoted weirdo that I'm not going to talk about.

For a short time I shipped Lad with a couple OCs from 2 other people I don't really talk to anymore, including one that self shipped themself with Lad. I'm on ok terms with that one these days but this makes me sad to talk about so moving on!

Nowadays I mostly just ship my OCs with Teeny. The major one is CEO with their OCs Mik and Lumi. In most cases it was Mik and is now Lumi but in some AUs Mik has persisted instead... Mik also gets shipped with Irst and Lumi with VP. :3

Lad often acts as a guardian/father figure to Mik, and gets regularly harassed by Teeny's OCs Arty and Ophie and is shipped with their computer OC Archie...

DMK and Morpho (my OCs) are shipped with MK and Galacta (Teeny's OCs) respectively, as well as Drasko and Nari with Insu and Kilian, the actual OC expies of those characters lmao.

There's a couple others (Lil and Tilsi, Tro and Wamasu, etc) but the rest have very little development. Sorry for no pics, neither of us draws anymore and most of the pics that exist are porn HAHA.

[isaut]

how soggy should diluc be in this fic

[chigirisprincess]

babybel wrapper :3

babybel wrapper - get in loser we're gonna go frolic through the woods

ophie!! mint and babybel wrapper for you >:3 after frolicking in the woods we should play fairies!

silly lil ask game