#dahlia's ocs

[galaxies-and-gore]

I'm probably gonna completely remake my Yuu. I'm just not happy with them anymore. I have a pretty cool idea bouncing around in my head rn and I'm excited to see what it leads to!

[my-cursed-brain]

Twst OC Bio: Lumi Aurita

New OC time! Hopefully I'll finish making all of these bios today but I'm also trying to speedrun the tsum event because I need Lilia and Rook.

Basics:

Name: Lumi Aurita

Birthday: January 27th (Aquarius)

Age: 16

Dorm: Octavinelle

Unique Magic: Charmed (Can reverse their aging)

Dominant Hand: Right

Homeland: Coral Sea

School:

Grade: 1st year

Club: Film Research

Best Subject: Astrology

Preferences:

Hobbies: Writing, listening to drama

Pet Peeves: Pomefiore students

Favorite Food: Caviar

Least Favorite Food: Anything cold

Talent: Getting people to talk to them

Misc.:

Species: Jellyfish mer

Based on: N/A

Likes: Gossip, reading

Dislikes: Beauty products, most makeup

Pronouns: They/them

Orientation: Asexual and panromantic

Hair: Pale blue, jellyfish cut, bangs usually covers their eyes

Eyes: Pale blue, downturned

Rambling:

So this one isn't inspired from an already existing character, I just really love jellyfish and wanted a jellyfish oc. Visually, their mer form is based on moon, cannonball, and bluefire jellyfish (I'll put pictures at the end of the post). I know that their UM contradicts their dislikes and that was intentional. They dislike makeup because they don't like things on their face and they just don't feel the desire to wear any. The most makeup that they'd ever wear is a little bit of eyeliner. They find Pomefiore students as a whole incredibly annoying and exhausting because of the general obsession with beauty. Epel is pretty okay, though. Their UM is inspired by both Moon Jellyfish and Immortal Jellyfish! Lumi is basically an information broker for Azul. They use their UM to look very unassuming and fake an airhead personality which causes people to drop random information. No one thinks that someone as ditzy as they seem to be would actually remember what's confessed to them. People even go to them looking for advice! Lumi lives for hearing any drama. They get along well with Cater. Only Azul and Jade know what their UM is. Also they're plus size because fuck I need to see more characters that look like me. You have no idea how much Yuuta means to me.

Jellyfish pictures in order:

[chimeracauldron]

I have recently learned that white and brown stoats are not in fact different species. Dahlia's winter coat....

[zipsunz]

the garden of basil rowan moore 🌿

art by me, script by @sunkitty143! (we no longer allow comic dubs!)

some notes:

aside from basil's parents' general design and the implication that they're busy and rich, everything else about his family outside of his grandmother is cat's headcanon!

the flowers assigned to each family member are olive blossom (oliver), dahlia (dahlia), sea aster (oliver's father), goldenrod (elijah), rosemary (rosemary), and azaleas (basil's grandmother)

the flowers in the last part represent the people (new and old) in basil's life!

dahlias are in the same family as daisies and sunflowers!

basil's dream of his family tree/garden is inspired by the meadow in headspace

spirit mari takes the form of her 15 year old self to basil, as he never wants to turn away from the truth again

thank you again for the patience and encouragement as we worked on this!! i honestly wouldn't have gotten through this much work over the months if i wasn't in love with what cat wrote, so i hope you enjoy it! 🫶

[deansbeer]

⋆₊˚ ೃ BRAIDS AND SEASHELLS. ࿔*

୨୧ synopsis. she sits between dean's legs as he braids her saltwater-kissed hair, holding strands in his teeth, talking about kids, and loving her.

୨୧ warning(s). domestic fluff | beachbum!dolly | older!dean |domestic themes | mentions of having kids in the future | physical affection | casual touching | hair braiding | sweet kisses | mild language (dean being dean, there's gonna be some light swearing) | slight sexual innuendos (?).

୨୧ kari notes. happy birthday to my sweet angel baby twin @daylighted !!!! a lil bday gift dedicated all for her, because she loves braiding her hair in tiny braids, so guess what i did ??? write this cutesy lil fic idea + because she was also thinking of beachbum!reader who i miss so dearly <3 i hope u have an incredible bday, my pretty girl !!! i love you so so much, & forever thankful for u <3

the sun was beginning its slow descent, casting golden light across the ocean, making the waves shimmer like something out of a dream. the air was warm but not stifling, the salty breeze carrying the distant laughter of kids still playing in the sand, the rhythmic crash of the waves a soothing soundtrack to a lazy evening. she sat on the wooden steps of the open back porch, toes buried in the warm sand just past the last step, arms resting loosely on her knees. the porch led right onto the beach—no fences, no barriers, just an open view of the endless ocean stretching out in front of her.

behind her, dean settled into one of the old wooden deck chairs, the thing creaking under his weight as he got comfortable. his little speaker sat on the table beside him, playing some soft classic rock—nothing too loud, just enough to fill the quiet in a way that felt comforting. chicago's if you leave me now drifted through the air, mixing with the sounds of the ocean, and she smiled to herself. it was rare to have moments like this, where he wasn't off hunting something nasty or fixing up baby. where it was just the two of them and nothing else.

her fingers absentmindedly played with her hair, twisting small strands between her fingers, the saltwater from her earlier swim making it all textured and curly. tiny braids were scattered throughout, some with little seashells tucked into them, ones she had found along the shore earlier. it was a habit of hers, something she had always done—braiding bits of her hair after a day at the beach, letting the ocean do its magic. dean always said she looked like some kind of sea goddess when she did it, but she just rolled her eyes and called him cheesy.

"c'mere, baby," dean suddenly said, voice low and lazy. she glanced back at him, raising a brow.

"what?"

he tilted his head toward his lap, patting his thigh. "sit. lemme fix your hair."

she blinked at him, a little surprised. "fix my hair?"

"yeah," he shrugged, reaching for the glass bottle of beer he'd been nursing. "you got all these braids goin' on, but they're kinda all over the place. figured i'd make 'em look nice."

she couldn't help but laugh, turning fully to face him now. "you know how to braid?"

he smirked, taking a sip of his beer before setting it back down. "sweetheart, you forget who you're talkin' to. i'm good with my hands."

she rolled her eyes at that, but there was no heat behind it. still, curiosity got the best of her, and honestly? she wasn't about to say no to having dean play with her hair. so, she shuffled over, settling between his legs as he stretched out comfortably in the chair.

the wood beneath her was warm from the sun, and the breeze carried the smell of the ocean mixed with the distant scent of barbecues somewhere further down the beach. her back rested lightly against his chest, and he smelled like sun-warmed skin, a hint of that ocean-scented shampoo she had gotten him, and just something uniquely dean.

his fingers threaded through her hair, carefully undoing some of the messier braids before starting fresh. his touch was gentle, surprisingly so, and it sent little shivers down her spine.

"damn, baby," he murmured, combing through a particularly tangled section. "feels like a damn fishing net."

she snorted. "gee thanks, winchester. real sweet of you."

he chuckled, pressing a lazy kiss to the top of her head before getting back to work. his fingers were deft, moving with precision, and she realized pretty quickly that he wasn't lying—he actually was good at this. he separated sections of her hair with ease, weaving them together effortlessly, fingers pulling and twisting without hesitation.

at one point, he needed both hands free, so he did the most dean thing possible—he held a small chunk of her hair between his teeth to keep it out of the way.

"okay, that's just ridiculous," she laughed, glancing back at him.

he muttered something around the hair, something she couldn't quite make out, but his eyes were glinting with amusement.

"what?" she teased. "you tryin' to tell me this is a normal thing to do?"

he let go of the hair, chuckling. "hey, you want this done right or not?"

"oh, definitely," she said, grinning. "this is serious business."

he flicked her ear playfully before going back to braiding, and she relaxed against him, letting her eyes drift shut for a moment. the sun was dipping lower now, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange. the music played on, the ocean kept rolling in, and dean's fingers moved through her hair with steady ease.

it was such a simple thing, really—him braiding her hair. but it was also everything.

it was the way he was always paying attention, even when she thought he wasn't.

it was the way he learned the things that made her happy, no matter how small.

it was the way he took his time, like this mattered just as much as anything else.

she sighed, content, as he finished up one of the braids, securing it before moving on to another. "you really are good at this," she murmured.

"told ya," he said smugly.

she tilted her head slightly, glancing back at him again. "where'd you even learn?"

he hesitated for a second, then shrugged. "dunno. just picked it up. figured it'd come in handy someday."

she raised a brow. "for what?"

he paused, then cleared his throat. "y'know… for when we have kids. if we ever have daughters, they'll probably want their hair done up all nice, right?"

her heart stumbled.

she wasn't expecting that.

dean wasn't the type to talk about the future like that—not usually. his life had never really allowed for it. but here he was, casually mentioning kids, like it wasn't the scariest, most vulnerable thing he could admit.

she swallowed past the lump in her throat, turning fully to look at him now. he was focused on the braid he was working on, but she could see the way his jaw ticked, like maybe he didn't mean to say that out loud.

so, she reached up, resting a hand over his. "hey."

he finally met her gaze, his green eyes softer than usual.

she smiled. "you'd be a great girl dad, you know."

his lips twitched, like he was trying not to smile too much. "yeah?"

"yeah," she nodded. "i mean, look at you. sittin' here, braiding my hair like a pro. you're a natural, baby."

he huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. "guess i gotta start practicin' more now, huh?"

"mhm," she hummed, turning back around so he could finish. "but i'm warning you now—if we do end up having a daughter? she's gonna have you wrapped around her little finger."

he didn't even try to argue. "yeah," he admitted, a little too easily. "probably."

the thought of it made her smile, picturing dean years from now, sitting on a porch somewhere, braiding tiny little pigtails while a giggling little girl chattered his ear off.

but for now, it was just the two of them and the waves.

and that was more than enough.

[thebesttransmf]

HAIIII first post in here (if u saw this already no u didnt) ... trying to find my people (the arcana fandom😝😝😝😝) this is my MC Dahlia hes very dear 2 me I luv her very much PLEASEEEE I NEED THE ARCANA FRI4NDS

[mikachusblog]

Some recent simmies! ꉂ (≧ヮ≦)

[spaciebabie]

would you believe me if i said i kept this mostly spoiler free...?

[bankabb]

Most Exquisite 💚

[sky--phantom]

Just my DA girls looking all sad and confused after their LIs leave

[galaxies-and-gore]

Twst OC Bio: Victor Callahan

Time for some more RSA ocs! I've been stuck on this one for a while because I couldn't come up with a name I was happy with. I might change it in the future.

Basics:

Name: Victor Callahan

Birthday: June 12th

Age: 18

Dominant Hand: Right

Unique Magic: Hindsight (He can briefly see into the immediate future. The catch is that the more this is used, the more unreliable it becomes due to all the possible futures blending together.)

School:

Grade: 3rd year

Club: Fencing

Best Subject: History

Preferences:

Hobbies: Collecting knives, testing random potions

Pet Peeves: His intrusive thoughts

Favorite Food: Lemon cake

Least Favorite Food: Onions

Talent: Can tell the difference between almost identical shades of a color

Misc:

Species: Human

Based On: The White Queen

Likes: Ducks, plushies

Dislikes: Dogs, overwhelming smells

Pronouns: He/him

Orientation: Aroace

Hair: White

Eyes: Greenish brown

Rambling:

Okay this is going to be a long ramble because I have a lot to say. This was another of my very early twst oc ideas that I never did anything with at first. I think around a year ago, I saw that an artist that I admire draw their version of the white queen in twst and I had to try to make a character from the same inspiration. The reason that I'm still not happy with his name is just that I put a lot of thought and meaning / symbolism into my characters' names. I wanted his initials to be "V" and "C" because of the vorpal sword and because of Lewis Carroll. This was the best combination that I've come up with so far, but I'll almost definitely change it if I think of something better. The vorpal sword is also the inspiration behind Victor enjoying collecting knives, and the scene in the 2010 movie where the white queen makes a potion to return Alice to normal size is the inspiration behind the random potion making and testing. Except Victor has no method behind the madness. He just throws whatever he has into a caldron and so be whatever happens. He lost his right arm in an accident when he was very little and has a prosthetic arm that looks like blue and white porcelain (I'm going to add an image of what I mean at the end). Victor is also albino. I have a hair style that I think suits him, but I have no idea what it's called. I'll put this first in the images, and I'd be grateful if someone could tell me what it's called. I'm trying to learn about black hair and hairstyles so I can properly draw some of my characters, but I'm still far from knowledgeable. As far as clothing ideas go, I really want to lean in to the impractical doll clothes vibe with his dorm leader outfit, there's also a little bit of a carnival vibe but Idk how to properly express what I mean. I found an image of doll shoes on Pinterest while looking for inspiration and I love them so much and I'm definitely making the part of his outfit. The heel of the shoe is an hourglass and I'm so obsessed with that design. Well I though that I'd have more time to talk, but I don't so I'm cutting myself off here.

Here's the hairstyle, porcelain, and doll shoes I was talking about (all of these are from Pinterest):

[my-cursed-brain]

Twst OC Bio: Desmond Hound

Oc #3! Technically I came up with this one before Xenio, but I didn't know if I actually wanted to make any twst based ocs then.

Basics:

Name: Desmond Hound

Birthday: May 1st (Taurus)

Age: 17

Dorm: Savanaclaw

Unique Magic: No Worries (Makes him seem more charismatic so people follow what he says)

Dominant hand: Right

Homeland: Shaftlands

School:

Grade: 2nd year

Spelldrive

Best Subject: P.E.

Preferences:

Hobbies: Competitions

Pet Peeves: Fancy things and people

Favorite Food: Steak

Least Favorite Food: Chocolate

Talent: Disappearing when people need him for something

Misc.:

Species: Dog beastman

Based On: Dodger from Oliver & Company

Likes: Food

Dislikes: Authority

Pronouns: He/him

Orientation: Asexual and biromantic

Hair: Kinda like Ace's but not as spiky, brown with red streaks in the front

Eyes: Left is blue, right is brown

Rambling:

I will admit that he's not a very fleshed out character yet. He's very similar to Ruggie. Desmond's family struggled to make money while he was growing up, and what they did have always went to the most important things first. Things were getting better before he went to NRC, and he's happy that his younger sister won't have the same childhood than he did. He's very competitive because of a need to be when he was little. His UM comes from needing to steal food sometimes, this also caused him to be very crafty and able to disappear quickly. I don't have much more to say, I still need to work on the kind of person that Desmond is while at NRC. So here's some info about his sister: Her name is Lilly, and she's 8 years old. She's trying to grow her hair as long as possible and loves ladybugs :)

[chimeracauldron]

Some weirdos I rotate in my head, you can look at them too

[unaarista]

May I request either 3 or 7 for the kiss requests with Emps and Dahlia? Either both squids or Emps and tiefling Dahlia, whichever you’d prefer! Only if you want to, of course!

Tiefling Dahlia!

#7, a romantic kiss <3

[angstywaifu]

Black Dahlia - 36. The Only Mare In His Stable

Summary: With War Games and her first year over, Dahlia finally has the time to seek out Garrick. But maybe he just beats her to it.

Garrick Tavis x OC (Dahlia Aetos)

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Of course Xaden had to pick the one spot to defend that had the longest flight there and back. My body was screaming at me to rest. We’d barely gotten time to sleep and fully rest. But it had been worth it. We’d successfully defended our outpost and taken over others in the area. I swear to gods we better have won this. Otherwise Xaden might need to hide for the next few days.

”It will get easier little flower.” Proth drawls in my head. But I can tell he’s just as exhausted as me through the bond.

”I know. And please don’t call me that anymore.” I tell him, my mind going back to when Garrick had used the name as he’d pulled a the first of many orgasms from me that night.

Proth chuckles in my head. “I have always called you that. The large one can find another name, or you can learn to separate the two.”

I can’t help but laugh at his nickname for Garrick. “You say that like it’s going to happen again.”

”I have spent the last five days listening to you think about him like a lovesick puppy even when you think you aren’t thinking about him.” He snaps at me. “So please do us both a favour and sort out whatever this is when we get back.”

Noted. And I’m sure my friends would be bugging me for updates as soon as I’d had time to shower and get back to normal. Damn Bodhi and his inability to keep his mouth shut. I sag with relief as the flight field comes into sight, only a few squads ahead of us as they make their way down to the Rotunda. I can’t see it from here, but I know it will be filled with the rest of the Quadrant waiting for the last of us to return so they can reveal the winner of War Games.

My feet barely touch the ground before Proth takes off, clearly wanting to rest after the long flight. We all fall into a comfortable silence as we follow Xaden through the field and down the stairs. All of us too exhausted to talk amongst each other. As we walk into the Rotunda I can’t help but scan the squads to find him. And due to his height he’s easy to spy down the back of tail section, his body sagging in relief as he sees me alive. I’d like to say unharmed, but I now sport a new scar on my right jaw that extends onto my neck from a well thrown dagger from second wing. And from what I can see he’s unharmed, just exhausted like the rest of us. His squad had been on the opposite end of our area, meaning we hadn’t crossed paths at all in the five days.

As soon as we take our spot Panchek steps forward. We must have been the last squad back. “Congratulations on surviving War Games. Just a small taste of what you will all do one day when you graduate. Tomorrow once all Squads have been accounted for, we will conduct the death roll and graduation. But for now, we must declare a winner.”

The quadrant buzzes with excitement, everyone mustering whatever energy they can. But as I scan the other squads I note a good number of them clearly showered and rested. Lucky bastards.

Markham walks forward, handing a scroll to Panchek who unrolls it, keeping his face void of any emotion as he reads it. His eyes raise to us, scanning the wings in front of him. Everyone going silent as they anxiously await the results.

”The winner of this years War Games after a very impressive battle this year, is Fourth Wing!” He calls out before the Quadrant is deafened by the cheers of our wing.

I’m immediately pulled into the arms of my Squad, Xaden begrudgingly joining us as Bodhi pulls him in. All of a sudden relaxing and a shower is the last thing on my mind, on any of our minds. We’d fucking won War Games. Guess I wouldn’t need to murder Xaden for picking the outpost that he did. Slowly we break apart, my other squad members moving away to congratulate the rest of our wing.

I can’t help but look over at Dain who looks thoroughly annoyed his wing hadn’t won. I’m sure Panchek had read out the placements of the other Wings, but I’d been too lost in the cheers of my Wing to hear it. Dain furrows his brow at me. No, not me. Something behind me. His eyes looking at something above me. I turn to see Garrick pushing his way over to me. My heart starts beating loudly in my chest as he gets closer.

I open my mouth to say something, but he rushes forward, grasping my face in his hands as he crushes his lips to mine. All I can register is the warmth of his hands, the firm pressure of his lips, and the way my pulse thrums like a drum in my ears. My hands instinctively rise, clutching at his flight jacket, half for balance, half in disbelief.

The cheers of my Wing morph into hoots and hollers, but they feel distant, like they belong to a world I’m no longer part of. When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against mine, and his breath comes in shallow bursts. His eyes, bright and intense, search mine, as though he’s trying to find words but can’t quite manage them. The silence between us feels louder than the noise around us.

“You—” I start, but my voice catches, barely above a whisper. “What was that?”

Garrick smirks down at me. “Making what I want clear. This,” He says as he gestures between us, “Is not just sex. Not anymore. You made it clear what you wanted from me to even consider this being a thing. And I did it.” I swear I note a slight shake in his hand, but it’s hard to tell with how hard we’re both breathing.

”You barely know me.” I say as I look down at where my hands still grip his jacket.

”You know that isn’t true. We might have spent most of the year despising each other, but we both know more about each other than we care to admit.” Garrick puts a finger under my chin, guiding my eyes back to him. “So, what do you say to being the only mare in my stable?”

My heart pounds in my chest, drowning out everyone around us as I look up at Garrick. And after a few seconds where I swear Garrick looks scared, I nod up at him. And for the first time since I was a kid, I beam up at Garrick, unable to hold back the smile at the way he’s asked me. But with the amount of times I’d thrown that analogy at him, it was fitting.

”Imogen! I want my ten gold pieces!” Bodhi yells out, startling us both as he pushes past Austin and Liz, walking towards Imogen who shakes her head and tries to walk away from him.

”Did they-”

”Yeah, they placed a bet on us.” Garrick confirms with a shake of his head.

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[thebesttransmf]

Idk I'll probably archive this but posting these old-ish thingys bcs Ive got nothing else better yet and I'll prob get to doing comms... so I'll be too busy to make much soon wiwiwiiw. Arg shitpost for the Arg fellas in the end🗣🗣 🇦🇷 🇦🇷