#oc llewellyn

[absolute-snzaster]

Can I get 4 and 2 for a character of your liking? Very much like to read about someone new as well as someone known... your choice! and 16, by chance?

thanks for the asks mimi!!

so I've got this new character over on another weird niche part of tumblr, and I don't know if she'll ever make an appearance here but she's been pretty much my whole brain lately so I'm gonna answer these for her! we'll call her V here for now

as for an established character: V's backstory has a lot of elements I took from Llewellyn's, so I'll answer for him as well and see how they compare

answers under the cut for length.

4) Do they want to be taken care of? Do they enjoy physical contact or are they rather withdrawn?

V absolutely wants to be taken care of. One of the main things I borrowed from Lew for her is that her rich parents basically left her to be raised by staff, which meant most of her needs in childhood were taken care of in a detached, professional way, and in high school she kind of ended up being the momfriend herself, which was rough on her for a number of reasons. In college she discovered the joy of being Just Baby. She literally fell for the girl who took care of her through all her wild-ass college shenanigans, and that girl is a way better momfriend than she ever was.

And yeah, she almost always wants physical contact. She's touch starved as fuck.

For Lew, caretaking just kind of... never occurred to him as a thing to want. He's not against it, and he definitely needs it when he's sick, so he's perfectly happy to go along with it. It's kind of nice for him to just have someone tell him what to do sometimes, especially when he's sneezy and out of it.

Physical contact for him is... complicated? Like, I'm not sure if he's touch-neutral generally and just super touch starved when he first meets Dal, or if he deadass lives his life ping-ponging between touch-starved and touch-averse as his touch meter gets drained and fills back up. Honestly I think he's like, demi but for touch—i.e., touch-favorable with very specific people and touch-averse with everyone else. (He's bisexual and greyromantic, it really is specifically touch that he's demi about if anything)

2) What do they look like when they don't feel well? Do they dress up to cover up? Do they tend to look sick when they are?

V's more or less a t-shirt-and-jeans girl at the best of times, so when she's sick she kinda just looks marginally more disheveled. Like her hair's slightly messier than usual and it's easier to tell she's slept in her clothes, and there's a slightly higher chance she'll be in sweats or even pajama pants if she's really not feelin it. If she's actually acknowledging that she's sick she'll put on her biggest, comfiest hoodie and just kinda live in it for a few days.

With Lew, there are approximately two differences in his appearance when he has a cold. One is that his nose turns visibly pinkish-red. Like a beacon on his face. The other is that he carries a white fucking handkerchief. Like a nerd.

There are other subtle differences, like the rings under his eyes being a shade or two darker, and his lips being pretty much constantly parted because he's invariably too congested to breathe through his nose, but really, once you see the handkerchief, you already know.

16) Do you have a comfort OC? And if so why? What do you like best about them? Do you relate to them in ways?

Soooo my comfort characters tend to be other people's OCs more often than mine?? 😅 and/or characters from my VNs and shit, but truly, who are VN characters if not other people's OCs lol. So the OCs of mine that end up being comfort characters tend to be... the self-inserts that I fantasize about said other people's OCs through. Lol.

Niko and Dahlia were definitely my go-to comfort pairing for a long time. I've described Dal before as "me if I had my shit together". Her ADHD is well-managed with medication, she's in school and pursuing something that actually interests her, she knows how to drive lmao. Also she's hot as fuck and her goth aesthetic is off the tits because she has the time/money/energy to put into it. She's me in that she's overprotective to the point of being possessive, wants to kill everyone who's ever hurt her loved ones (this is legally hyperbole), is a top and kinky as hell and loves caretaking and fucks a snz. Also probably some other things but those ones come up a lot lmao.

My current comfort ship is V and someone else's character from the weird niche multiverse she exists in. V is also more or less a self insert, but I made her for a story that's more genre fiction than outright fantasy (at least compared to what I usually write, lol), and quite frankly she's a mess. Like, the poor girl might actually be more traumatized than I am. But she cares so much and she has so much love to give and augh I care her 😭😭

[babyblueetbaemonster]

Tesinktober2023 Day 1 - Music

"*sigh* alright. A fine but bloody tale. I can do that one.

There once was a hero named Ragnar the Red~"

[noctimber]

Nothing like a good ol fluffy dragon. Put some fur on that lizard!

this is Ezra, he/it pronouns!

[sunlessveils]

Llewellyn, A fallen scholar who keeps seeing something more in mirrors, and also My mask of the rose girlie

[larissa-the-scribe]

OC Ask Game

Send me an ask with an emoji and a character name, and I'll give you a fun fact or a snippet of writing that relates to both.

[endlessly-cursed]

Primrose Gray's Legacy, Act One: The Younger Years, Chapter Eight: Infatuated

A/N: It's been sooo long, but it's finally here!! Completing this chapter was no joke, but it's done and I'm proud of how it turned out, not to mention this was one of my faves to write so far! Enjoy!!

Summary: Primrose has a crush. The problem? She's a promised woman and must have some discretion, however, it is not an easy task

OCs featured: Teddy Ellison and Hestia Herron ( @cursebreakerfarrier ) Roxie Haley and William Berkeley ( @mjs-oc-corner ) Niamh Kelly ( @unfortunate-arrow ) Siobhan Llewellyn ( @kc-and-co ) Gwendolyn Archeron ( @thatravenpuffwitch ) Professor Capel ( @camillejeaneshphm )

OCs mentioned: William Devlin ( unfortunate-arrow) Abraham Alden ( @cursed-herbalist ) Miranda Iverach ( cursebreakerfarrier )

Word Count: 2.1k

Taglist: @gaygryffindorgal @nicos-oc-hell @camillejeaneshphm @hphmmatthewluther @catohphm @thatravenpuffwitch @magicallymalted @cursedvaultss

March, 1893

Primrose found herself once again distracted in Charms class. The reason? A brown-haired, boyishly handsome Gryffindor boy who was snickering with his friends and plotting something. Probably a prank. She sighed. He was simply charming, handsome and quite witty when he wasn’t tormenting the staff with said pranks.

“Lady Gray,” Professor Herron called “while I am aware that one cannot pay me attention forever, I suggest you come back to us.”

Primrose cleared her throat and flushed deep red. Roxie arched an eyebrow and elbowed her “So, who is it that you’re looking at? Certainly is not your oh-so-dear fiancé.” She smirked.

“Later,” she whispered “I am still in Professor Herron’s field of vision.”

She chuckled, amused by how nervous and distracted the ever-perfect Primrose Gray was. After class, she linked arms with her and beckoned Shiv and the others: Gwen and Niamh. Mira had fallen behind, talking to the gruelling Mr. Hawthorne.

“So,” Roxie asked “who were you staring at?”

Primrose bit her lip “I do not wish to drop names or point. Tis quite rude.”

“Then whisper! C’mon, don’t leave us hanging!” Gwen pleaded.

“Aye, we won’t get to see you so flustered again, lady.” Shiv teased.

They all rounded a corner and the lady gathered all of her friends and, out of earshot, she whispered “Arthur Ellison.” Then she quickly broke up the congregation and put her face in her palms as the girls squealed and Shiv laughed at her “You have a crush on him?”

“As if you don’t make eyes at Galen!” Gwen defended.

“I dinna!” Shiv retaliated.

“Focus! Prim has a crush on—,” Primrose shushed her, now aware of the portraits around. She then whispered low enough “Prim has a crush on Teddy!”

They all laughed and Primrose moaned with embarrassment. All of the girls gathered around and started teasing her. Mira at last joined and, after being told of the situation while whispering, she joined the teasing “Oh, perhaps you’ll write him some poetry!”

“Oh, good heavens, no! Tis but… a small fancy, that’s all.”

“For now.” Roxie giggled.

“Ooh!” Gwen gasped, “what if we put him a secret name? So nobody may overhear!”

“I vote for Gryffindor Git!” Cried Shiv.

“How about Pukwudgie?” Gwen suggested.

“Too obvious! He’s one of the few transfers from Ilvermony!” Primrose cried.

“True! Oh! How about Bear? Like the teddy bear!” Roxie suggested.

Shiv started chanting “Prim likes Bear! Prim likes Bear!”

Primrose covered her face in shame once again, all the girls chanting, calling the attention of some older students and the occasional teacher. She spotted Professor Falcon and quickly told the girls to hurry to class now.

“Why?” Shiv asked “I dinna want to go through history o’ magic!”

She whispered “Professor Falcon is within earshot. The man is a terrible gossip and very meddlesome!”

“Except when it comes to his daughter.” Gwen giggled.

“Aye. If looks could kill, Earl Abe would’ve died burned a’ the stake.” Shiv continued.

They all laughed before entering Professor Capell’s class. Some girls sighed “The subject’s boring, but my, is he dreamy…” Gwen commented.

Primrose noticed how the young professor pretended not to hear it before he turned to the class “All right, everybody, let us begin with, I’m afraid, a rather dull lesson: wand lore.”

Almost all of the class moaned in unison, knowing they’d be stuck there for an hour and a half hearing of different kinds of wood. Not Primrose. She looked forward not addressing Bear’s issue.

“Good morning, class!” The flying professor greeted “Today we shall learn about…”

Primrose sighed. Flying was not her forte, given her fear of heights. Despite her rooms being in high places, she was not a woman of constant adrenaline. Most of her friends seemed to get the hang of it, but she only made a fool of herself. This was not the adrenaline she was used to.

She nevertheless tried, but was, as usual, wobbly “Higher, Gray! The skies do not bite!” The teacher cried.

For some reason, her broom made a violent spin and she let out a screech as she started falling, and closed her eyes, bracing for impact… when a pair of strong arms caught her and, with their own broom, set her on the ground. She looked up to see Mr. Ellison himself, who must’ve pulled it off with his friends. Her eyes went wide and flushed deeply “I… t-thank you, sir, Mr. Ellison.”

He smiled, and her stomach fluttered “Please, just Teddy. And it is my pleasure to rescue ladies in need of assistance.”

She nodded, flushed and embarrassed before the teacher sent her to polish brooms and scare off Peeves.

Later, at luncheon, she talked to her friends about the incident. She buried her face in her hands, groaning of pure embarrassment “I can’t believe that just happened!”

“I know. It was actually quite chivalrous of him to rescue you that way!” Roxie smiled.

“Nah. I could’ve pulled i’ off.” Shiv argued.

“And your face! Oh, Prim, you had the colour of a tomato!” She giggled.

They all giggled and Primrose threw a breadcrumb toward Gwen. She shrieked and threw one back. They were, however, stopped by someone clearing its throat. She looked around, and a few Slytherins and other boys had gathered, expensive-looking gifts with them.

Before she could even put a name to the situation, they all introduced themselves as high-ranking men of all places and offering their ‘allyship’, though Primrose knew they were trying to woo her out of her current engagement to promise herself to them instead. When she realised it, she pursed her lips and held her head high, nodding and giving dry ‘thank-you.’. As one of them tried their own luck, a baritone chuckle caught her attention.

He had dark brown hair, intense blue eyes and a rather strong physique, and was looking in her direction “Whatever is so amusing?” She asked, sick of social climbing opportunists.

“All the gifts in the world and none satisfy you?” He teased.

“It is none of your business.”

He observed her further before starting to shoo everyone away, and turned to her once the herd of hyenas was gone “Allow me. Mr. William Berkeley. You are Lady Gray, correct?”

“Indeed. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

She extended her hand, and he saluted her, and for once, she was thankful that he did not kiss it. Taking a better look, she realised she had seen him before “Do you play quidditch?”

“I do. I just started this year.”

She nodded “You have an impressive technique.”

“Tis just practise and passion for it, m’lady.”

She smiled “Prim.”

“Sorry?”

“You may call me Prim. After rescuing me, I believe we should leave formalities behind.”

He smiled “Very well, then, Prim. I shall see you around.”

Something told her that she had just made a new friend. Father would certainly be proud. Mother? Not so much.

A month had passed since the incident, and Primrose was desperate to spend some time with Teddy. It sounded stupid, but his presence was quite comforting, and she always laughed in his presence. At her age, very few people could make her laugh.

But the miracle happened: talking to Shiv, she casually commented “Oh, and apparently your Bear is looking for someone to tutor him in history of magic. That poor boy’s failing and is quite desperate to find someone patient enough to put up with him for a few hours.”

Prim grinned “Oh, Siobhan, you mad genius! That’s it!”

“Huh?”

Upon seeing Primrose’s expression, however, she caught up with her scheme.

“If you excuse me, I have a bear to save from the historical wolves.”

“Gimme the details later!”

Naturally, she entered the Gryffindor common room and cleared her throat upon seeing Teddy laugh with his friends “Do forgive me if I’m interrupting, but I believe one of you gentlemen is looking for a history tutor?”

Teddy, naturally, stepped out of the circle “That’d be me. I suppose you’re good at the subject?”

“Well, I don’t mean to brag, but Professor Capell said once that I am one of his best students.”

Teddy grinned “There is nothing wrong with a little bragging. Shall we?”

Primrose nodded. Although her expression was calm, inside she was about to faint. Her heart beat fast, and she felt like she was out of breath. Sitting down in one of the couches, Teddy started explaining “I admit I am not good at memorising so many facts, and have failed several exams. Professor Capell has assigned me a four-page essay on any apprentice of one of the founders, but I don’t know where to start.”

Primrose smiled calmly “You’re in luck! The age of the founders is one of my favourites. In fact, during some personal research, I found that my ancestor, Henriette, was an apprentice of Helga Hufflepuff and key to the founding of Hogwarts.”

“Influential how?” He had his quill ready.

“If I remember correctly, at nine and ten she had raised a small army that rode into one of the most key battles of the Mages Wars and won it because of a stirring speech.”

As she spoke of her ancestor, she couldn’t help being mesmerised by his beauty: his russet brown hair, his calming brown eyes, his soft skin, untouched by age, his overall presence. He was beautiful, and she had to restrain herself from stroking his hair. After taking notes, she smiled at him “Got everything you need?”

“Yes. Your ancestor sounds incredible! It must be amazing, to have such a long family history.”

Primrose bit her lip “Well… there is also the price of legacy. Of maintaining it. Having a powerful bloodline is complicated.”

Teddy nodded, somehow understanding it. Then, he shrugged “Shouldn’t stop you from being twelve years old in peace.”

Primrose chuckled “Technically, I’m still eleven but… thank you.”

Months passed, and Primrose tutored Teddy, and, in exchange, taught her some flying skills, and got to know him well enough. It was nice, seeing Teddy in unusual elements. During that time, she figured out how to help him learn history: telling it as if though it was a legendary story out of a storybook, which she apparently had a knack for.

“Do remind me of what happened how did the Battle of the Four Mages turn its tides?”

“Easy! Lady Henriette, with Lord Frederick as her champion, led her sizeable army to battle, all shouting for the lady’s loyalty and to justice, rather than the nobles or power.”

Primrose smiled “You got it in one! A few weeks ago, you would’ve mixed Lord Lachlann with Lord Frederick.”

He gave her a crooked smile “Thankfully I didn’t?”

She chuckled “I’m proud of you, Teddy. You’ll do amazingly on the next essay!”

“Will you proofread it as always?”

Primrose gave him a sweet smile “I think it’s time that you trust your own judgement.”

Teddy blinked “Are you sure?”

“Positive! I… have faith in you, Teddy.”

She blushed furiously and looked away. She could hear the boys’ snickers and teasing glances. Was it truly that obvious?

On the day of the submission of the essay, she observed Teddy take a deep breath and give the essay to Professor Capell, and sat with his friends, not without giving Primrose a ‘Hope this doesn’t backfire’ look.

The end of the year was almost there, and Primrose had been told by Tadgh Lynch that Professor Capell had called Teddy and would be discussing his grade. She waited outside, fussing with her uniform. Then, the door opened, and Teddy came out with a wide grin “Guess who’ll be in your class on second year!”

Primrose squealed “I knew it! I knew you could do it!”

Teddy hugged Primrose, and she, over the moon, hugged him back. They looked at one another before Primrose was called by William, who also sought her help with history. Clearing her throat and waving goodbye to Teddy, she went over to William. He arched an eyebrow “What was that about?”

“Celebrating that a good friend has passed a subject he was struggling with.” She declared, nonchalantly.

“A good friend whom you’re taken with.”

“Nonsense. The only man I am taken with is my dear, future husband.” She held her head high and walked faster towards the library, an amused William in tow.

Were she admit out loud such a thing in a place where all walls have ears would’ve been a reckless and tragic thing to do.

September 1st, 1893

Primrose sat down with her friends this year, laughing and commenting their summers. Then, Siobhan taunted “Excited to see a certain Bear?”

She chuckled “I’m afraid to inform you that my infatuation with him has washed away over the summer. Besides, it would’ve only spiralled into something treacherous, don’t you think?”

The ladies agreed, chatting away as the Hogwarts Express took them to their next adventure.

[makosxa]

my OC Emmanuel (he's a Hastur worshipper btww!! I'll tell you more about his lore some other time though–)

[rock-a-noodle]

@melancholywave sorry Craiggy is off model I was drawing him from memory.

[compressednerve]

i couldnt decide which higgs sketch i liked more and then it was bedtime >w<

when i was sketching higgs it reminded me of an OC i made back in 2020, who has a lot of incidental similarities to higgs that made me pog so. i will probably be drawing Llewellyn more often, possibly even posting these arts.

[emc2beans]

Gwynedd: "Friendship ended with Thancred, now Wuk Lamat is my best Tank Bro."

[absolute-snzaster]

it has once again occurred to me that I STILL haven't posted a single picrew of Llewellyn since before I decided he was blonde. and I think it's high time I fixed that.

behold, a bisexual:

[eldritch-flower]

OC intro: Violet Llewellyn

MAIN CHARACTER OF "SMILE"

tag: #oc : violet llewellyn

FULL NAME: Violet Emily Llewellyn

NICKNAMES: Vi, Flower

AGE: 12 (and 3/4)

D.O.B: 23rd of November

PRONOUNS: She/her

SEXUALITY: unlabelled

ETHNICITY: White-British (Welsh)

MTBI: ENFP

OCCUPATION: Year 8 student (high schooler)

ROMANTIC INTEREST(S): none

OTHER: n/a

HEIGHT: 4'10"

HAIR COLOUR: Ginger

EYE COLOUR: Blue

BUILD: Butch, rectangular

PHYSIQUE: Fit, lean

NOTABLE FTS: eyes look different colours in certain light

GROOMING: acceptable. average. doesn't really care much.

STYLE: Athleisure (or school uniform)

Violet is a smart girl. Some might say snide. The ones who like her would say witty. Although, there aren't really many people that do like her. She's hardly a ray of sunshine.

At the end of the day, the girl is the result of the many neglectful interactions of the education system and a poor homelife, and it shows in everything she does: She's rude, she's abrasive, and she doesn't quite know how to speak to a person without getting defensive over inconsequential comments.

Violet is without a doubt a warrior, though, through and through. She's strong for her age, physically and mentally, and has the capacity for greatness if anyone ever dared to try and hone it. And like a stray dog, she bites the hand that feeds her... but not without good reason.

TLDR; - savage beast child - 'it's not a phase, mom' - a product of her parenting

LIKES:

Rugby

campfires

PE

her brother

krave cereal

calligraphy

DISLIKES:

Boys

her mother

singing

hospitals

keeping a journal

being bad at stuff

PLAYLIST:

Deep End - Ruelle

Hazard - Richard Marx

Lightning Crashes - Live

Hell is For Children - Pat Benatar

Rock 'n' Roll Suicide - David Bowie

tag list for SMILE (ask to be added/removed):

@vollzz @wipsbymor @anonymousfoz

[reineboots]

poor bromley 😔

(from the untimely demise of Stephen o’brien)

[turtlemurmurs]

Every now and then I think about that robot that walks around to find the sun as the plant on its head needs it. So I had to imagine Llew making his own version of the lil guy!! They’re taking a stroll through the park to soak up some rays :3

[larissa-the-scribe]

Llewellyn 🪽

The first thing that comes to mind is how he takes his younger cousin, Rhys, under his wing. Rhys is a bit of a scaredy-cat, and Llewellyn is... not. But he cares a lot about his cousin and tries to take care of him where he can. Mostly right now that's giving him a safe space to come to and talk, and running interference with Grammy on occasion (she means well, but her training regimen can be a bit much for Rhys).

[lotusmuses]

𓇉 use his notes? that's insane!

fandom: grishaverse (shadow and bone; six of crows)

characters: jesper fahey, kaz brekker, alina starkov, nina zenik, inej ghafa, zemeni tidemaker oc, zemeni alkemi oc

type: au; excerpt

word count: 0.45k

summary: the crows, sun summoner, and their two new-found allies brainstorm to create a plan to keep their pursuers away from them

warnings: none

author notes: hello everyone! this isn’t a genshin post but i wanted to share a scene from a grishaverse au that i made last year. enjoy!

"I have an idea-" The alkemi started.

"Well, that's a bad omen." Her sister quickly interrupted.

"And why is that?" Kaz inquired of the Zemeni tidemaker.

"Why? Are you seriously asking me that?" She said with a scoff, "I can not be the only one that's noticed that whenever a fabrikator has a 'great idea' things go horribly wrong."

Jesper made a jokingly offended face, "All of my ideas have been flawless, thank you very much."

The other crows merely glanced at him before Inej spoke up, "You sure about that?"

"I'm serious! Listen: Sankt Ilya, a Ravkan fabrikator. He decides it's a great idea to mix his abilities with merzost to create the amplifiers, and he creates the shadow summoners by accident. Then his grandson, you know.. the Darkling, uses his notes and creates the fold and those creatures that almost killed us! Or that Shu chemist, Bo Yul-Bayur! He thought it was a great idea to use jurda to hide zowa abilities, something he wouldn't have felt the need to do if it weren't for the other two, and instead he created a drug that kills everyone-" She looked at Nina who coughed to remind the group of her presence. "Almost everyone who takes it."

"And what of it?" The elder Zemeni woman replied in an annoyed tone.

"The point is, your idea is probably insane. Maybe even worse considering you thought of it conveniently after our trip to the Fold."

Kaz nodded, "She has a point. Besides, right now we should be focusing on how to stay alive with everyone trying to hunt us."

At that moment Alina stood from her seat, "We can’t rule out anything that may help us. Jendayi, what exactly is your plan?"

Jendayi sighed before speaking, "At least someone is trying to do more than sit here and hide. Though I can’t lie, there is a minor inconvenience in the plan, but hear me out. Everything that Jagrati said is true. Those guys have changed so much for Zowa throughout the continents so why can't we do the same? If I could get Morozova's notes-"

"Get his notes?! How do you expect to do that?"

"When we were in the fold, towards the center, I saw a structure barely illuminated by Alina's light. It's the only building there. I think that's where the Darkling created the Fold, meaning that must be where his notes are! If I go back in, I could get then and learn how to..." The woman trailed off, knowing that if she finished that thought the Crows and Sun Saint would be against it. "Well, I think I could come up with a solution to our current issue."