#OC: Cecily

[sapphiel]

Another OC height chart, this time of the Primrose Family~

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sketch of my TMA sona! Desolation Avatar that had one too many bad customers at her retail job, now terrorizes and ruins the lives of people she sees fucking with retail/customer service employees.

I'm totally not projecting my feelings about my job onto this character. preposterous.

[voidedjuice]

Ilta had her timeloop troubles even before meeting Cecily

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II. [request] CECILY / Wood-Elf • Bard

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for @whoopsitsloobis ♡

since she really reminds me of ariel i went for an ariel/prince eric vibe with gale's seaside romance scene ;) since i didnt get many 'romantic' screenshots for this scene i made a few extra gifs to make up for it

listened to thisss for the vibes

[miraene13]

drew a bit in @momolith 's magma thing!! :DDDD thanks for having me

[chestnutroan]

Cecily who died, trapped inside the wall by her sister

[gentleroy]

Day 5 relationship :3

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Walking In A Winter Wonderland

"Keep up, CeCe! Haze isn't waiting around today." Patrick shouted over the wind, with a sly smile. His statement is met from an eyeroll from his girlfriend, Cecily. She always hated being called CeCe. Or at least, she acted like it. Truthfully, she got butterflies when it was Patrick saying it.

Cecily gave Bertie a little squeeze with her calves; the Morgan x draft cross didn't have quite the leggy build of Patrick's giant warmblood mare. "Alternatively, you could try to keep your mare from running away with you." As if on cue, Haze let out a loud snort and tossed her head. The mare's favorite speed was a gallop, so she was protesting the idea of a calm, winter hack. The duo kept up their playful bickering throughout their ride.

The holiday season lends itself to reflection on those important to you. Cecily and Patrick fatefully met at a Pony Club camp as kids. Their relationship weathered the years, until they realized there was no one else they'd rather spend their lives with. A smile from Cecily reminded Patrick of that future that would be starting soon. Today may not be the day, the snow was heavier than Patrick was hoping for, but Patrick knew the ring in his pocket wouldn't stay a secret for long. For now, he would enjoy how a snow day with your best friend, is a wonderland.

Cecily Dunder on Hunting's Bertie and Patrick Shaun Carolan on CT Hazmat, in collaboration with @sycstud for Equiality-Sims' Holiday Bingo

[francisg]

some of my all time favourite drawings I’ve done this year (2023)

[doggogills]

cecily 🥺

[isolationstreet]

First time using watercolor pencils. It's messy. Just like them

[eddysocs]

The Reading Nook (Minerva McGonagall x OC)

Summary: Cecily and Minerva spend a quiet night in together participating in one of their favorite pastimes; reading.

Word Count: 412

Warnings: Pure fluff

Minerva sat in the newly furnished reading nook, nestled beside the warm, crackling fireplace, a cup of tea in hand. The room was adorned with plush armchairs and shelves upon shelves of books, both magical and muggle alike. Her green eyes twinkled with the dancing flames as she picked up a book and waited for Cecily to return from the shops.

Not but a moment later, Cecily entered the room with a pile of muggle books in her arms. Her eyes lit up with excitement as she noticed Minerva, who looked up from her book and gave her a soft smile. The love that had blossomed between them was a secret to most at Hogwarts, but not here. This was their sanctuary.

"Minerva, you wouldn't believe what I found at a muggle bookstore in London," Cecily exclaimed, setting the stack of books on the coffee table.

Minerva raised an eyebrow playfully. "I'm sure I'll be pleasantly surprised. What did you get this time, my dear?"

"I have here a collection of muggle poetry and a novel about a magical love story in the muggle world. I think I’ll start that one tonight."

"That sounds delightful." Minerva patted the open spot beside her, and Cecily shrugged off her cardigan, hanging it on the hook before joining her. They then settled together onto the sofa, Cecily taking the spot on Minerva's left, resting her head on Minerva's shoulder.

As they read, Minerva couldn't help but steal glances at Cecily. Her heart swelled with affection for this extraordinary woman who had brought a touch of the muggle world into her life. The way Cecily's eyes danced over the words, and how her fingers delicately turned the pages, enchanted Minerva in a way that even magic couldn't explain.

After a few hours, they set the books aside, sipping on their cooling tea. Cecily's fingers intertwined with Minerva's as they sat in contented silence, appreciating the comfort of each other's presence.

"You know, Minnie," Cecily began softly, "I like evenings like this."

Minerva turned to kiss Cecily's forehead. "I do too. Reminds me of more carefree times."

Cecily's eyes glistened with tears of happiness. "I love you, Minerva."

"I love you too, Cecily."

And so, in the warmth of their cozy reading nook, surrounded by books and love, Minerva and Cecily tucked in for the night, reading until their eyes were too tired to see the words in front of them and they drifted off to sleep.

Forever Tag: @arrthurpendragon, @baubeautyandthegeek, @foxesandmagic, @carmens-garden, @bossyladies, @getawaycardotmp3, @misshiraethsworld, @kmc1989, @curious-kittens-ocs, @fanficanatic-tw

Cecily Griffins: @madebyleftovermuses, @freshmoneyalmondathlete, @dollvi3e

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another obey me! sketch, this time featuring Satan

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I. [request] CECILY / Wood-Elf • Bard

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for @whoopsitsloobis ♡

she reminds me of princess ariel sooo so cute <3

(also her dress wouldn't stop flying up loll so sorry for the clipping in the last one)

this song also really reminds me of her for some reason.. i was listening to it while editing this hehe

[cnid]

why not take all of me

[eriszee]

Your name is Cecili Kirska.

You’re 12 sweeps old, an indigo and a rather unassuming troll in a maid’s outfit, which just happens to be a hallmark of your cleaning business. You run the company alone and are happy in the knowledge you’re one of the best on Alternia. You don’t have a living client who said that, she actually said it before flirting with you and ended up having an accident. If you’re honest there are a lot of accidents where you’re involved. It’s not like you needed to go back after that, their hives falling into disrepair after you’ve cleaned the rather gruesome scene up. You can’t say you missed out on loyal customers, you obviously robbed them blind once their bodies hit the floor.

Obviously there’s a degree of trauma on your side. Being a violet blood’s trophy matesprit took a heavy toll on you, you were forced into shit you’d rather forget but the memories haunt you whenever you have a spare moment. As such you still beat yourself up in any and every situation. Your nickname for yourself is disappointment and you think it suits you best. At one point you had hopes of being involved in show business but before you could you ended up in a few fights, leading to heavy scarring which you refuse to talk about. Your standards for friends are very low as a subset of everything you’ve endured. You don’t care what kind of freak wants to talk to you, you wear your heart on your sleeve despite trying to keep it under wraps. You’ve been left by countless partners and friends – you often feel like this should make you colder to rejection but instead you find the absence harder and harder as every loss carried on.

You used to have grand dreams involving following your ancestor’s role in media however after finding out more about her and living life for yourself you find her disgusting. In a world of no screamed at you for daring to dream you find yourself jaded. You’re good at cleaning so you’ve opted to stick to it, there is nothing else lower for you to do in your mind. You are pretty lucky in gambling, finding the blackjack table your largest success. You often end up tripling your money from work in a single hours’ worth of gameplay. No one gets why and you’ve been the subject of bans in places for taking the casino for everything they’ve got. A night out like that is usually the only clause for you changing out of your uniform – though you do occasionally find making a troll bankrupt in a maid’s dress pretty fucking funny.

You’re finding crushes developing on a friend close to you, however you’re too nervous to say anything in fear of rejection and a loss of the friendship. Rather you hide your secrets well without realizing you’re a sylph of void. As a derse dreamer you hear heavy whispers of horror terrors, often telling you the worse outcome and how to ruin your life with little concern on how it might destroy you. Your eventual planet will be fog and illusions, a ghastly place where you can’t trust anything at all. Much like your current situation  if you’re given time to think on it. While you don’t see the dead, you do hear voices from the dark about how awful things will turn out. As such you have a phobia of the dark. You’re never alone without a flashlight, ready to blast whatever monstrosity is hiding in the dark trying to break you. As a result of all it, you find yourself incredibly pessimistic and have no intent on changing how you feel. There are no expectations so there’s no room for disappointment or despair over anything.

Your handle is phonomaniaLygophilia, you refuse to keep to one quirk and change it up depending on who you talk to based on trying to make them like you more. Your strife specibi is cleaning kind, you figured it suits your image. You used to be makeup kind but you find your current choice far more acceptable. Your lusus is a komodo dragon who you care for deeply. Your bond is incredibly strong, often bringing her with you to work in case someone tries something funny.

finally starting my trolls bios