#oc amelia

[tuxedodragon]

“ Just let me cry, a little bit longer “

Some doodles of Amelia paired with some fitting lyrics UwU

[charliesimss]

Merry Christmas from Logan and Ami 💙❤

[starclast]

Fathers 🛫 and daughters 👓

[bumblebugdraws]

this was a fun exercise to fit one outfit into three characters’ styles

[meechatuck]

Mushy Stuff

I was hoping to get some art out for Valentine’s and I still might, but I’m not so sure it will happen. So in light of that, here is some fluff of Hector and Amelia. Still not sure if this will be in my main story as I’m still working on the other character I have in this. Just a cute idea I got from hearing bs quotes about how “people with rough hands are hard workers!” I mean I get it, but it’s not the only indicator for a hard worker. Anyways some fluffy and suggestive Hectelia for Valentine’s Day!

Hands

1500ish words

Fluff & suggestive material

"I thought you had a meeting with that one diplomat tonight?" Hector asked, pressing his lips to Amelia's bare shoulder.

She laughed softly, "Well, I may have asked Tegan to take him on a tour of the castle this evening. He agreed and rescheduled the meeting for tomorrow."

Hector chuckled and spoke between the soft kisses he lined down her back. "You always have somethin' planned, dontcha?"

She blushed at the attention he placed on her bare skin. Hiding her face from his view, she answered with a soft voice, "I missed you. You've been gone for two weeks. When I heard you were coming back early…well I wanted to see you once you got back. Meetings with diplomats can wait if they are staying here for a time…" Amelia rolled over onto her back and away from him, keeping her eyes averted from his. "Am I being too forward with my affections?"

Hector moved in close to her and pressed the back of her left hand to his mouth, "Nah, course not. I don't mind it."

Her heart skipped a beat at the press of his mouth to her hand. The conversation with Valeria from the other day wormed into her mind.

"That's how you know someone is spoiled. Just take a good look at their hands. Smooth hands, easy life. Rough, calloused, even scarred hands means someone worthwhile to have in your life. They know of hard work and sacrifice…"

Amelia's hands drew into her chest and clasped each other. She rolled over and off the bed, scooping up Hector's tunic off the floor. As she pulled it over her head, Hector sat up in her bed, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm just being ridiculous," Amelia mumbled, pulling her hair out of the tunic. She crawled back into bed and turned her back to Hector. Her fingers played with a stray strand of her hair.

"I can tell it's somethin' Amelia," Hector ran a hand down her side to her hip. "Whas wrong?" He kissed her neck, then nipped the skin. He smirked at the shiver it elicited from her.

She was quiet for a time, longer than he liked, before taking a deep breath and exhaling out a loud sigh. "It's just something Valeria said the other day…"

Hector grumbled something under his breath. "Why were you talkin' to her in the first place?"

"I wasn't talking to her," Amelia defended sharply over her shoulder. She turned away from him again and curled her legs up against her body. "I was just at the sparring ring-"

"Why were you down there in the first place?"

"Can I finish please?" Hector pursed his lips and nuzzled his face into her neck, his arms wrapping around her waist. "Thank you. And if you must know, I was going to see Declan and Finn." She hesitated before continuing, "She saw me enter the arena. She was training with some guards and showing them different disarming techniques. One of them got their hand cut. I stepped over just to see if they needed help. Valeria didn't say anything, so I wrapped up his hand. I was holding his hand in between mine and said it should only be a small scar.

"Then Valeria rested the end of her blade on our hands. I kept holding his hand as she proceeded to say…" Amelia stopped, remembering the disdainful look Valeria had given her. The scorn in her voice.

"What'd she say?" She could hear the edge in Hector's voice. A part of her wanted to rile him up, make him angry at Valeria. See what he would do. Gods, I have to stop this. That's not fair to anyone.

"Nothing. I don't want to make you upset with her. That's not fair to her or you." She turned onto her back, trying to give the impression she was fine.

"If she upset ya I wanna know. Just-"

"I worry that you feel the same way as her."

Amelia could feel his stare on her. He was quiet for what seemed like an eternity, the only sound filling her ears was her racing heartbeat. "Well what did she say? I can't tell ya if I feel the same way or not if I don't know what she said."

Her heart rate stayed at a running pace. The thought of telling him what she said....her mind conjured up the hardened expression he would have when she told him. Him telling her that Valeria was right… He had thought that about her once. That she was just a spoiled noble. He doesn't think that still…does he?

"Hey," Hector whispered, snuggling close to her. "It's okay. I'd never think somethin' bad about you."

"You did once." She regretted the words once they left her mouth.

His brow furrowed and his jaw clenched, but that couldn't hide the hurt in his eyes. "I didn't know you then."

"I know, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up."

"Seriously Amelia, what'd she say?"

She turned so her back was to him again. "I'm going to face this way."

"Kay?" She picked up on the air of confusion in his voice.

 She started to pick at her nails, still nervous despite turning away from him. "She…she basically said that you know someone is spoiled by looking at their hands. Smooth, pretty hands, spoiled noble. Scarred, calloused, worn hands means a hard worker." She hesitated, "That they are people worthwhile to have in your life. That they know of hard work and sacrifice."

There was another long silence. Amelia was sure he could hear her heart pounding away in her chest. Dread filled her as Hector's hands gently turned her body to face him. Her eyes looked at the scars on his chest and collar bone. She wouldn't look into his eyes. She didn't want to see the indifference there, or even worse the pity.

"Hey," he whispered, tilting her chin up and her gaze unwillingly met his. There was no contempt. No pity. Just tenderness. "Ya know, I might have thought that at one point in my life. But I don't now." Hector pressed one of her hands to his lips, then rested it on the side of his face. "I've learned that rough hands ain't the only way to show a hard worker or someone who knows of sacrifice."

"Then what does?" She held his gaze, genuinely curious to know his answer.

"Well, in your case, you're right your hands ain't scarred or even rough," Hector stated, looking at her hand. "But I can see the small callouses you have from writin' so much." His fingers traced the areas he spoke of. Amelia's somber expression lightened. "Sometimes ya got ink spots on your hands too. And they smell like the ink and parchment most times."

Amelia felt a warmth radiating from her chest and cheeks. Again, she was struck by how tender and sweet he could be. "Even my well manicured nails? That doesn't say I'm spoiled?"

"Ooh yeah," he drawled, his eyes hooded. "I love your nails. They tell me just how good of a job I do."

Her face went bright red. "Hector!" She playfully scolded.

"What? 'S true," He mumbled casually, wrapping her up in his arms. Her smile was wide and nuzzled into his neck. Hector rolled onto his back, letting her use his chest to rest on. His hands pulled the tunic she wore up, exposing her back to him. His fingers traced over her skin in random patterns.

There was a comfortable silence between them as they lay together. Hector was the one to break the silence, his voice taking a serious tone. "You've done a lot for the kingdom and the people in it. Anyone who tries to tell ya otherwise ain't worth arguin' with."

"Are you sure you aren't saying that because we're in a relationship?" Amelia asked quietly.

He snorted, "I knew that about ya even before we were together. You sacrificed a lot gettin' all that help from other kingdoms an' stuff. You hardly slept or ate when a few of those deals started goin' south. Then ya got them back on board with us. An' then there was that piece a shit diplomat that forced ya to take his deal."

"I wasn't forced Hector," Amelia cut in. "I made a decision. Albeit not the greatest one. But it was my decision."

He lifted up her chin, sighing deeply. It was an argument they had tried to hash out multiple times with no agreement in sight. “Still, you’ve done so much for gettin’ the kingdom back on its feet. Ain’t no one that can tell you otherwise.” He pressed his forehead to hers and rubbed their noses together. “You made me realize that fightin’ for one’s country can take on many different forms.”

Amelia smiled at him, “That was very poetic of you Hector.”

“What can I say? Ya rub off on me.” She giggled as he peppered her face with kisses. Their lips finally met in a soft, but ardent kiss. When they parted he laid his head back and began tracing her back again. His eyes were gentle, but intense at the same time, “I love you Amelia. I know I don’t express it in ways you understand as much, but I do. I love you.”

Amelia felt warmth radiate from her cheeks and chest again, a calm sensation washing over her. Her hands cupped his face, “I love you too Hector.”

[new-austin]

Hey I never posted my beautiful Amelia Surana LOOK AT HER LOVE HER APPRECIATE HER

[atomic-insomnia]

tell me about your favorite motifs to use for characters

[neo-persephone]

listening to my oc's playlist and getting bummed tf out as if i'm not the one who made up this bitch's lore 🤡🤡

[steampoweredwerehog]

It’s time for Knight Posting

When mages keep creating homuncului out of dead knights, they’re eventually gonna become their own whole species, & someone’s gotta take care of ‘em. That’s where the Knightrearers come in!

Knight Bite Ratings based on this

[readyplayermari]

Lately I’ve been obsessed with drawing my original character Amelia 🌸 I don’t have any lore for her yet but she’s inspired by jellyfish and is associated with water! Her face is also my pfp lmao

[tuxedodragon]

MMITW Animorphs AU!! It lives in my head rent free and mine alone because hello, who makes AUs of their own (unpublished) story featuring their OCs?? X’3

Dunno if I’ll ever polish off this sketch, but it was fun to do! All the characters here are younger than they appear in MMITW, which was interesting for me to do, as some of them have very different personalities!

If y’all wanna hear a bit more about the AU and also the characters, there’s some of my notes under the cut!

From left to right: EV, Rocket, Nyx, Bea, Amelia, Scout, Merlo. Behind them are their battle morphs! Wolverine, wolfdog, tarantula hawk wasp, tiger, puma, northern harrier, Harris hawk, respectively.

The AU takes place in the early 2000′s, and the main cast are all between the ages of 13 - 17 years old.

Amphimorpho replace the Andalites from the original series, and were created by another alien civilization which wishes to destroy human society and take Earth for themselves. The Amphimorpho feel an obligation to protect humanity from this fate.

Rocket and EV are best friends, and the former tends to hide behind the latter. Nyx is mostly friends with EV, but practically acts like the older sibling to the aforementioned duo.

Also EV is absolutely the most feral member of the squad. Who let this 13 year old get a wolverine morph??

Rocket is super awkward and quiet until they’re in morph, at which point they become a great deal more confident. No one can misgender you when you’re a big scary wolf or a silly crow, after all. 

Nyx almost exclusively uses bug or reptile morphs. Their favorites are sphinx moths and wasps.

Merlo is a young amphimorpho that got separated and lost from the others, and was found by Scout. The two of them hang out at the library or the bird rescue Scout’s mom is in charge of.

Scout prefers being a bird over being a human (Tobias is that you??)

Bea and Amelia are the two punks occasionally causing trouble at school. They’ve got a crush on each other but they’re both completely oblivious to the others’ feelings.

Amelia has a hard time controlling her morphs and it actually terrifies her, except she also doesn’t want Bea to think she’s a wuss and tries to do things out of her comfort zone or too fast anyways.

All of them, with the exception of Merlo, ditched the school dance to go investigate the thing that crashed in the woods. Things kinda proceed similarly to the original series from there.

Story is definitely a lot more light-hearted than Animorphs, because I like soft fluffy things >w>”

[fettuwuccine]

mostly pose practices from a few days ago and a couple other drawins from today

[starclast]

Weeeell...I had a lot of work in these last few days so: I've been too busy or too tired to post some more fanarts 😶 Also, I'm currently tryin to write a new chapter for *Visitantes no esperados* to commemorate the new Villainous comic that recently ended, so yeah, hope to see my chamas sooner than later!! 🤗🤗🤗

[auelnight]

[fruutes]

maybe don't name ur plane-loving husband's daughter after a dead pilot...

Dude the way my jaw dropped. The gasp I gusp.

Listen!! Listen. I thought it was SO clever ok!! It's dedicated to him and Emily!

Maybe it's a prophecy... love u Amelia it was nice knowing u.... or maybe I should just make her build a habit of refueling as often as possible...

[meechatuck]

I did something!

Well I wrote something. Glad I was able to since it’s been a rollercoaster of a last few months. AU piece of Hector and Amelia (my OC). Lots of inspiration from @rainyday-deer and her Wolf AU and the fact that she introduced me to The Company of Wolves. Here is the link to the story on AO3 in case anyone wants to ready it there instead of on here. Enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41589177

Summary: Hector is back from being on the run for two years from other werewolves. The last time he saw Amelia they had just spent their first night together as a married couple. He left without saying anything since she doesn't know what he really is. After his return, their relationship is understandably strained. Despite the turmoil between them, love is still there. For both Hector and Amelia.

This little snippet is a few months since Hector returned and where Amelia starts to soften up to him again.

****There is a brief mention of toxic/abusive relationships, sexual tension, and romance/fluff.****

Amelia hadn’t spoken to him all morning. That was expected for the first two hours or so, especially after her minimal communication with him for two days. But it had been at least four hours now and she hadn’t even looked in his direction or spoken to him. 

Sure he had been…too forward the night before. Too handsy. But to be fair, he was only acting how he thought he should. He was her husband after all, despite disappearing for two years just after their wedding night. And not contacting her at all. And just showing up back at their home one day…

He grumbled and rubbed his sweat-slicked brow. The headache from the fight several nights ago was still pounding away and getting worse every day. That nagging voice in the back of his mind was reminding him that his behavior was inappropriate. His defense was that she used to like that when they were together, but he knew that was unfair of of him to still think that. She hadn't seen him for two years. Sure she was his wife, but she was also a person. She didn’t belong to him or anyone. She made that very clear in their short courtship.

His back ached when he straightened his posture from cutting the firewood. He sat on the stump, hoping to alleviate the throbbing in his head. His eyes wandered back over to Amelia in the garden. It had really flourished over the last several weeks and was a perfect show of her talents. She was always worried about it and making sure every single plant was watered and cared for. While he had tended to the animals and chopped the firewood, she had spent all her time in the garden. The recent rains had caused many weeds and thistles to pop up, irritating her to no end.

Now she was gathering herbs. The vegetables wouldn’t be ready for another month or so she had said. He watched her stand and wipe her forehead with the back of her wrist. Her weight shifted to rest on her right hip. Hector smirked seeing her backside press against the dress she was wearing. It was old and slightly worn, probably one of the specific dresses she used to work in. This dress in particular had a lower cut neckline as well, but after Amelia had seen his wandering eyes she made a point to keep him at arm's length. If she caught him watching her now, he knew he would receive an earful from her, but he couldn’t help it.

She was beautiful. She had always been to him. He remembered the way Amelia had rolled her eyes at him when he had first told her that.

“Everyone tells me that. You’re no different than all the other boys here.”

It had taken several days after that, but he finally got her to stop and listen to him. He only wanted a few moments of her time. He really didn’t think she would actually listen, but he needed to get this off his chest.

To this day he still can’t remember word for word what he said, but he remembered the feeling. The way he held her hands in his and gently kissed them. All his brain could recall was that he found her beautiful not just in her physical good looks, but in the way she cared for the stray animals in the village. The way her eyes lit up in the library when the new book orders came in. Or when she would regale the children with one of the many stories she would read them. All the ways that she was herself. He found them all beautiful.

And he still did. She still loved to read her books, their weathered and worn spines told him that. Her meticulous care of the garden. Her love of animals hadn't changed either. Hector had gathered that much from the multiple strays that would show up in the evenings. Despite being apart for two years, she was still very much the same woman he married.

And yet, he left her. He had to.

But that night. That blissful night they spent as a newly wed couple was the only good memory he had to keep him sane the last two years. He had to leave, even though it killed him too. And from her reaction when he returned, it was apparent it had hurt her deeply as well.

His mind began to wander through that night. Their sweet and soft kisses, ranging from foreheads to cheeks to necks to hands.They were innocently curled up on their new bed in that very cottage, his gaze flicked to the small house. He remembered when he had specifically kissed the back of her left hand, just below her ring. Whispering how much he loved her and how he'd never been this happy before. She flushed pink all over and froze. For a moment, he worried he had done something wrong.

Then she was on top of him.

Even though it was their honeymoon, he hadn't expected this. She had many unpleasant experiences with past courtships. He told her he wouldn't demand anything from her that night. That he could be patient. Hector remembered her thanking him for understanding.

Amelia had straddled him, her body pressed firmly against his. Her eyes were hooded with desire and want. He asked if she was sure, his hands flexing as he  held back. She had taken his hand and pressed it to the skin under the tunic she wore.

"Yes. I trust you Hector."

The tangle of images that flashed in his mind caused a coil of heat to burn deep in his gut. Her light brown skin smooth and slick with sweat. The way her body arced into his. Slim fingers snaked into his hair. The occasional moment of soft laughter when they were tangled up awkwardly and had to pause. Her lips kissing every scar he had. Their breaths were hot, as her body rolled into his.

“Damn rabbits.”

Hector was yanked from the steamy memory. She was on her hands and knees in the garden tossing some half eaten vegetables into a pile. From his angle, he could see her kneeling with her butt in the air slightly. Her face in profile, sweat dripping from her forehead. He sighed as he willed his mind to start thinking of ways to help keep rabbits out of the garden and keep her happy. Maybe I could-

Something shimmered near Amelia’s chest. His eyes focused on what he figured was a necklace that had slipped from inside her dress. Narrowing his eyes to get a better view, he thought how he’d never seen her wear a necklace. What dangled from the gold chain in the hot afternoon sun made his heart skip several beats.

It was a gold ring.

Plain and simple.

Just like the one he had given her two years ago.

Since his return, it was clear to see she didn’t wear the ring he had gotten her. Although he would never admit it to her, the fact she didn’t wear it stung. He had told her that he wore his every day they had been apart, but the eyeroll she gave him after the confession told him she didn’t believe him. Despite all this, only one question blared in his mind.

Was it the same ring?

If it was and she had kept it all this time, what did that mean? Did she still love him? Was it a reminder for her that he might come back? Or was it a reminder to not make the same mistake again?

“How about you finish that firewood instead of staring at me like a wanton.”

Hector was pulled from his thoughts yet again by her voice as well as the aching throb in his head. He glanced to her chest to see the necklace was gone, probably tucked away again.

“I’ll get to it in a bit,” Hector answered her, leaning on the long ax handle. “And I wasn’t staring at you.”

Amelia rolled her eyes and walked over to a small work table a few feet to his right. She began arranging the herbs and plants she had picked. “The rabbits are starting to really get into the garden. Any suggestions to keep them at bay? Without harming them.”

The pain at the base of Hector’s skull was creeping up and towards his eyes. “I’m not sure yet. Give me some time and I’ll come up with somethin.”

“Well how much time?” Amelia asked, clearly annoyed. “The longer we don’t have a solution, the longer they destroy the garden.”

Hector let go of the ax and let it fall to the ground with a thud. He rubbed his eyes roughly, the headache getting worse as his frustration with her grew. She always was impatient. “Look Amelia,” Hector growled. “I’ll make sure to think of somethin to do, but you being irritable isn’t going to help anyone.”

Her lack of response made him look up from the dirt. She was staring at him, like he expected, but her gaze was devoid of the contempt he thought would be there. She was used to him being patient with her surly demeanor, after all he kind of deserved it. Instead, her brows were knitted together with concern. “What’s wrong?”

Hector huffed, “Sorry, it’s nothing.” He stood, picking the ax up and spinning it in his grip.

“Tell me Hector.” Amelia stated her hands on her hips. His gaze on her hardened, causing her tone to soften. “Please.”

“It’s just a headache. I’ll be fine.”

Amelia sighed, “Come with me.” Hector raised an eyebrow at her. She rolled her eyes and gently grasped his hand, “Just come on.”

He dropped the ax and let her lead him into the small cottage. Despite the hot weather outside, inside was much cooler and dim. She led him to a chair and guided him to sit. He plopped into the chair and Amelia bustled over to her herb cupboards. As she pulled out several jars, she paused, as if in deep thought, then quickly set them down. She dashed over to the stove and lit a small fire, placing the tea kettle on the flame. Returning to her jars, she measured out several ingredients into a bowl. Grinding the ingredients together and then placing them into the tea kettle. After several minutes, the water in the kettle was boiling. Amelia extinguished the flame and poured a cup.

Hector saw her add honey to the cup. “What exactly is in that tea?”

Amelia turned to face him, cup in hand, with a smirk, “Relax, it’s just herbs from the garden and some honey.”

She walked to him slowly, to not spill the tea. He watched her hips sway and tried to keep his focus on the cup. A smile played on his lips, “I don’t know. With the way you have been acting the last few weeks, I’m a little concerned what’s in the cup.”

A light giggle bubbled up in Amelia's throat. "Trust me Hector, if I wanted to poison you-" She leaned in, gently setting the cup in his hands. Her mischievous eyes looking deeply into his. "-I would have already done it."

He kept his eyes locked with hers as he took the cup and sipped the warm brew. The different herbs tingled his tongue and after several sips he could feel the warmth spread to his head. The smile on his features came to him easier than before, “Is that so?”

Amelia quietly laughed and averted her eyes, despite the dim lighting he could tell she was blushing. At first she didn’t answer, just busied herself cleaning up from making the tea. Hector continued drinking the tea as it eased his headache and the swimming thoughts in his mind.

He considered asking about the ring. If it was the one he gave her, but doubt clouded his mind.

What if it upset her to ask about it? What if it wasn't the one he gave her? At the moment, he didn't want to risk upsetting her. They were having one of their rare calm moments. Those answers could wait.

"You know," Amelia started. Her voice was so quiet he almost didn't hear her. "I am still upset with you, but you know I'd never actually poison you or hurt you. Right?" Hector's eyes softened and he nodded. Amelia smiled, walking the kettle over to them. "Would you like more?"

He held the cup out, not answering. She filled his cup and put the kettle back. As he slowly sipped his second cup, she brought a cold, wet cloth to him.

She went to place it on his forehead when he stopped her by taking her left wrist. Amelia froze. Hector brought the back of her hand to his lips in a gentle kiss.

Her eyes, full of worry, widened into surprise. The flush in her cheeks darkened and spread down onto her neck and chest. Hector's bright green eyes looked deeply into hers. "Thank you Amelia."

Hector felt like time around them stood still for a moment. Their eyes still locked together. His lingering lips were still touching the cool skin of the back of her hand. There was a flash of something in her eyes for a moment. Before he could consider what it was, Amelia broke eye contact and gently pulled her hand back.

"You should stay in here for the rest of the day. The firewood can wait until tomorrow and I don't want to risk you getting heat sickness." She placed the wet cloth in his hands hurriedly. Hector went to protest but she cut him off quickly. "No arguing. I'll take care of the stuff outside and be back in a bit."

She turned and bustled out the door before he could say anything else. He groaned and leaned his head back against the wall. His mind trying to fathom how stupid he was to screw up again.

Little did he know that Amelia was sitting on the steps outside the cottage. Her face flushed and heart beating wildly. In her grasp was the ring on her necklace. The ring he'd given her two years ago.