#so I made my oc dragonfly wings

[mrs-spockulous]

A little blurb from the Cad Bane x OC story I am writing.

Yes this is incredibly cheesy, yes this story is purely self-indulgent. And it’s not really a story that is going anywhere. Just little prompts and ideas.

But I still think it’s kind of cute…

So OC is an Ex-Jedi that left the order around the time of The Phantom Menace and this is a few years after order 66. Bane and her have been a thing for a while, so it’s established relationship at this point.

OC (her name is Tara) hasn’t been using her force powers a lot, especially not around him. For obvious reasons. She is only now slowly reconnecting to the force after separating herself from it for years. Bane isn’t sure what to make of that yet.

She returned to her original position, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then she reached out with her right hand and stayed like that. He could feel the air around her shift slightly, it was familiar, the feeling he always got when the Jedi used the Force against him. But it felt different around her. It didn't make him uneasy, even though something was clearly happening.

Bane looked to where her hand was now pointing and saw another dragonfly land right on her fingertip. It stayed there, even when she withdrew her hand back to them.

She held it out to him, proudly displaying the insect that seemed to trust her for some reason. He hummed and studied it, then her. She looked at him as if expecting him to do something. Then she slowly took his hand and linked their fingers.

The dragonfly seemed hesitant, but ultimately made its way over to Bane’s hand. And… stayed. He'd never held a live insect so close before, but it didn't seem to fear him at all, making itself at home on his finger as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

A part of him was waiting for it to realise who’s hand it was sitting on and flee in terror.

“Didn’t know ya guys could mind-control animals too.” he lifted his hand to his eye level to get a closer look at its colorful wings.

“I’m not controlling anything. I simply relayed that you won’t harm it, but whether it stays with you or not is up to it.”

“So yer talkin’ to it?” he snickered again “Ya sound like one of dose fairytale princesses.”

Tara had to stifle a laugh at his remark. “If I’m a princess, does that make you my white knight?”

Now it was up to Bane to hold back so as not to scare the dragonfly away. “Do I look like a knight to ya? I fight, I drink, I steal… if anythin’ I’m de outlaw who terrorizes yer kingdom with his gang.”

“Sounds a lot more like my kind of life,” she grinned at him. “You think there’s room for me in your gang?”

“Ha. For you? Always.”

I‘m not sure where I‘m going with this. I’ve written a lot but I’m not really confident about it and English isn’t my native language either so who knows. But I liked this part and wanted to share it.

[misc-obeyme]

I really love the fly traits in beel <333 bcuz i like bugs and everything but sometimes i think about his wings from his demon form and i just <33 i wanna touch them!!!! See if they react if i made beel blush :'vv

-🍵

Hello again, 🍵 anon!

I am also fond of them - Beel's wings are pretty unique. If they were a little sparklier he'd look like a big buff fairy. I also like most bugs and I like the idea that there are other demons with wings that look like them. I actually ended up giving my OC a sister who has butterfly wings, which happened purely by accident. I chose her name (Euthalia) and it just happened to be the name of a butterfly, too. So then I was like oh she's gotta have butterfly wings then.

But I also think a demon with dragonfly wings would be really cool. It's like fly wings but a set of four, right? And they're shimmery. I know most of the demons have black appendages that sometimes fade into a different color, but I think a demon with black dragonfly wings that are like... iridescent would be really pretty.

I've also thought about a demon that was based on like a firefly... buuuut I think the fireflies have their glower in their butt so I dunno how that'd work lol. I'm not actually sure where on the fireflies their glow is, now that I'm thinking about it. But maybe a demon could have bands of iridescence kind of like Mammon's or Beel's markings but glowing.

But anyway, back to Beel! I don't know enough about a fly's wings to know how delicate they are, but they seem like they would be thin. However, Beel is a demon, so it seems likely to me that they're made of sturdier stuff than an actual fly's would be.

I love the idea of them twitching whenever Beel blushes. Like if you've done something that made him blush, it only makes sense that his wings would react, too. Maybe they twitch or they start fluttering a little. Or maybe just a brief quick buzz happens before he gets them under control again.

And if you touched them? Well honestly I think he'd probably blush from that alone. I mean how often do you think anyone touches them? I think he'd love how it feels to have your fingertips running lightly across them. Maybe he starts asking you to do it when he's stressed or having a rough day because it makes him feel calm. Just imagining him with his head in your lap, wings flickering as you carefully caress them.

[reveks]

I've always been curious about your headcanon of Revek being a spider and though I know nothing about the headcanon, I see him as a spider too!

He is spider fren :3

my only purpose is to spread revek propaganda and i'm glad it's working lmao

This is long, sorry in advance :P

So. I've seen about 6 other species hc for Revek: moth, dragonfly, grasshopper, ant, cockroach, and beetle (this was purely because his name is kever spelled backwards, and kever means beetle) ((I know Kever is the name of one of my major ocs but they kept their name cause they started out as a running gag lmao)). However, none of them really clicked with me when I was looking at his design- he lacks wings, he has four eyes, and he has horns. The four eyes is what made me originally think of spider.

I started hcing Revek as a species when I rped him in a server. A joke among the server was that Revek is hilariously short- 4 feet if we're going by human height. I'm pretty sure he's the shortest bug in the Glade not counting the literal child, which is just funny considering how strong he is. With that joke, I remembered jumping spiders existed. They're the second smallest of spiders, only being beaten by the patu digua, which was too small for my liking. Jumping spider Revek started here.

I hc that, specifically, Revek is a spider hybrid. He's 50% jumping spider, 25% spiny orb weaver (for the horn explanation), 25% golden orb weaver (this was story related but stuck even after the event ended). If we're talking jumping spider species, he's a Habronattus ustulatus. This is primarily for the colors- the brown on his torso especially- but I stuck with this one due to the hc that Revek is originally not from Hallownest, and my personal hc is that the kingdom he does come from is more southern, sorta like bug Mexico. The spiny orb weaver is there to explain his horns, as no spiders have horns but these weavers do have spiny protrusions.

Spiders go through molts, and Revek's no different. He had 6 arms as a spiderling, as seen here. He lost two pairs during molts, eventually left with two arms. If it were up to me, he'd have four arms, but alas, canonical design exists.

We only see him as dead which is SO SAD, so I can't really compare any spider-like tendencies, but he's pretty fucking speedy, having one of the highest reaction time of enemies in the game, and jumpers can move fucking quick when they want to so there's that.

I did try drawing Revek with more realistic fangs, but I hated how it looked, so I figured he has simpler fangs and the bandana covers them. Funnily enough, Revek didn't have a drawn design- his description was submitted via text- so there's not even an original concept image to sorta base his design off of. TC is responsible for this man's confusing ass design.

Oh well. Still a spider for me :P

Thanks for letting me ramble!

[mrfancyfoot]

Patchwork Plots | Chapter 37: Blooderfree

Astarion x Evie (f!OC) | Rating: E | Read on AO3

I really wanted to work on something fluffier (...lol) today, so have this chapter a bit early! <3

Evie’s usage of ‘butterfree’ herein is deliberate for her own giggles.

Requests are currently open for Patchwork.

Chapter 37: Blooderfree

Rating: M / SFW-ish Word Count: 1.4k Tags: Astarion POV; Fluff and…blood? Warnings: Not Safe for Redcaps; A depiction of field dressing a duck (not super graphic, IMO, but minor blood + gore); They’ve been fishing/hunting wild game, so whatever warnings might apply to that in a broad sense; Blood in general

Astarion returns from his hunt and finds Evie has made many fluttery friends.

He was, honest to Hells, shocked to find Evie sat at the dock where she promised she would be - Astarion expected to have to go hunt her down.  Although, as he approached, there was a sense of something being…off.   She’d stripped of most of her armor and was kicking her feet off the side of the dock, so she didn’t seem injured at first glance.  But he smelled blood.

Assuredly not hers for how rank it was.

He paused when his eyes caught next on the flutterings of many wings around her.  Butterflies?  Suspicions roused, he focused and searched about for the telltale signs of magic and traps.

Evie then looked back over her shoulder at him and waved, sending up a flurry of the insects with the movement.  Though they weren’t terribly bothered as they immediately set back on her.

With just a bit of caution, he continued down the bank and joined her on the dock, stepping around the suspicious spatterings and pools of blood on the planks.  Close up now, he could see the blood also spotting and streaking her body and the pile of armor next to her.  All covered with shimmering groups of the insect.

“Two questions for you to answer, darling-  One, what’s with the butterflies?  And, two, what tussle did you find yourself in, because that is surely not duck all over you or I have severely underestimated the fight they put up.  And the smell.”  Parts of him warred: she hadn’t signalled that she was in any danger when she should have…but had she really needed to?

“Well, it turns out that there are giant, vicious ducks down hehe-here-” Evie couldn’t even finish her words before she started laughing.  “Nah, this is redcap!  Thought they could sneak up and steal my catch.  Joke’s on them now.”  She twirled a charred fish pierced through on a stick and took another bite of it.

She looked out to where her net and lines were set and he followed her gaze noticing the red tinge to the water.  Dots began connecting in his head.  “Are you…chumming the water with the redcaps?”  

She shrugged, the picture of nonchalance.  “Waste not, want not.  Also, there’s this reeeally big fish out there that stole one of my ducks," she gestured her words wildly with an aggrieved little growl.  "And I. want. to. eat. it.”

“The fish or the duck?” he joked.  Astarion wondered if he simply put everything in terms of food if he'd get to see this bloodthirsty side of her more often.

“Well, if I get the fish…I would get the duck back.”

“Euh, that’s…one way of going about it, I suppose,” he grimaced.  Not his food, not his problem.  “And what of your many new friends here?”

Evie held her hand to one perched on her arm and it stepped up to her finger.  She brought it closer to inspect, her face softening in her admiration.  “Butterfree, like many insects, are opportunistic.  They’re just attracted to the nutrients in the fresh blood, and I guess I don’t trigger as much of a threat to them.  These remind me of the Tailed Judy- abisara neophron.   Definitely from the rio…dinidae family, I think.”  This was a deeper personal interest than simple passing knowledge.  It made sense given the dragonfly ink on her back…in that they were both winged, fluttery insects.  “Or something some such.  That’s what it would be back home.  I have a few pinned.  They have very pretty eyes and I like the muted browns.”  What an adorably deranged hobby!  It was…fitting of this Evie he was coming to know.  “If you stand still, they’ll probably land on you, too!”

“Mm, I’ll pass.  Too many…uhm, legs touching.”  His eyes traced the way the late morning sun shone through her auburn hair in bright copper streaks and glimmered off the patches of still-wet, crimson blood plentifully staining freckled, pale skin.  Raised to a level of yet darker, fanciful whimsy by the butterflies feeding upon her.  Or ‘butterfree’ she called them, as he assumed they were wherever she was from.  A nicer name, in his opinion, for the symbolism.  “I’ll just admire the macabre visage from afar.”  This was the kind of scene that should be immortalized in a painting.  Perhaps one day they would revisit here to recreate it.

“Oh!”  She bolted up suddenly in another flurry of fleeing insects and walked around him off the dock and up to the treeline.

He followed her to her chosen tree where he saw then that she had strung up her catch of several headless waterfowl.

Evie crouched and picked up two jars from nearby.  “I’m not sure if you like duck or if there’s, like, a process that needs to be done, but I collected this in case.”  She passed them both up to him and he could immediately smell that the contents were blood.  She’d even helpfully labelled the jars.

He scoffed, “Stop being so nice!  It makes me want to be nice back…”  Hells, she’d found a way to feed him and it didn’t even involve him biting anything.  Yet the offering only made the urge for hers stronger.  'If she'd go this far out of her way simply to be nice to him, what was a bit further?' he reasoned.  He’d corralled her out here alone for an unhindered opportunity - few as they were even now - to take or seduce it from her in some manner…why was he still hesitating?

“And as we know, being nice would be the end of the world,” she mocked.

Her tone was enough to jar him from his ruminations and kick his motivation.  “Evie, there’s-” he began but his words clashed with hers and faltered.

“Were you successful with your hunt?  Ope, sorry, what were you saying?”

“Just that, in fact!” he quickly retreated from his desired inquiry.  “Yes, quite successful.  Once you are finished here, there is a lovely exsanguinated boar up the way.  And you can do all your fancy slicing that deconstructs a carcass into hide and bricks of meat."  He rather wished he had an appetite for proper food after he first watched her butcher a kill.  Methodical though maybe too clinical.  She'd deemed it improper to spectate, however - something, something respect the dead, yes, it’s different when it’s food, Astarion - so it was rare that he got to see her perform up close.  Certainly it had to be more fun than vegetables.

He regretted not arriving sooner to watch as she dispatched the redcaps…

“Evie, have you done this before?” he asked as she placed one of the ducks on the ground and proceeded to…stand on it.

“Field dress a duck?  Nope!  I’ve read about a few methods, though, and it seemed easy enough.  It’s kinda the same, right?  It’s not that different than the…fish.”  He wanted to challenge that attestment but in that moment, she hooked her fingers into the duck and swiftly pulled free part of the carcass, separating the breast from everything else still held in place by her feet.  “That was way easier than I was expecting…”

He licked his lips, unable to help but leer.  “There’s something about a woman holding a rent carcass in her bare hands while covered in blood that’s just…”

Evie only looked up at him dubiously and placed the meat aside on the parchment she’d laid out before moving onto the next fowl.

“How far’s the boar?” she asked once she’d gotten to wrapping and packing away a mound of harvested meat.  The rest of the carcasses were piled near the dock for them to collect feathers and bones from once they had the opportunity.

He shrugged. “Not terribly so.”

“Would you be able to bring it back here?”

“You want me to drag it all the way back here? ” he exclaimed in disbelief.

“Sorry, I should have suggested it earlier before you went off.  But I have rope!”  And out came the doe eyes.  “Pleeease?  I wouldn’t have to pack everything up yet or leave it all unattended.  It’ll take me longer to dress it.”

He couldn’t believe he was even considering this…  Could he even get it back here himself?

“Though maybe if we’re both quick it won’t take too long to get it back here...”  He watched her look around at their scattered things in an internal debate.

“It’s…fine.  Where’s the rope?”

Thank-you for reading! <3

[vulturereyy]

A meeting between two knights (almost)

Much simpler warm-up today, but I had the idea to draw my dragonfly knight oc, Devotion, getting to meet Hegemol for the first time as a tiny bebe. Granted, everyone looks tiny next to Hegemol.

Devotion's backstory actually has a snippet where watching two knights in Greenpath is what finally gives her the 'spark', and boy does she ride that intense hyperfixation all the way to the end. Who knows? Maybe she could have witnessed Hegemol during one of his tours of Hallownest. You can find Devotion's full backstory HERE, or read below for the relevant snippet! :) (Note: her birth name is Llewyllyn, hence the difference. She takes on Devotion after the infection rots her memory of herself)

Llewyllyn had long since convinced herself that she simply wasn’t the type to feel the ‘spark’ her parents and sister so often spoke of. That feeling of inspiration so strong it threatened to burst from her carapace until it could be contained in page, clay, or song… In truth, she thought it sounded rather awful. Llewyllyn was a practical young dragonfly who seemed content to know every twig, leaf, and rock in their village, even going so far as to memorize the most common places for dew to form each morning. She liked to know everything. She needed to know everything. She didn’t enjoy surprises.

Which is why when Llewyllyn awoke to find wagon tracks crushing the grassy path she strolled every morning, in a clear disregard for her well-maintained landscape (the fact that it was a road intended for such use be damned!), she found herself with little choice but to seek out the culprit.

CLANG! CRACK! KLING! Llewyllyn would never forget those first, blessed sounds. She heard them before she had seen their source; the sound of nail on nail, nail on armor, armor on armor– it was thrill, it was adrenaline, it was something new. New in a way she had never felt before; a way that made her wings flare and heart flutter in her chest. She hadn’t even registered the possible danger for herself as she stood in plain view at the edge of the clearing, transfixed by the two bugs sparring amongst the leaves and thorns. Both were adorned in pale armor, and each wielded a nail longer than she was tall, with footwork and acrobatics and skill to match. They were shouting to each other, though their tones were far from angry. There was banter, crude jokes, and playful ribs; but to the young Llewyllyn, they may as well have been speaking the words of the gods directly into her ears. Her head was still filled with the ringing of proper steel by the time the two finished their spar, and finally took note of their audience. They approached with a friendly bravado, no doubt asking if she enjoyed their ‘show’, but poor Llewyllyn was never the best at proper introductions. She turned and fled right back to her home, head still ringing with the sound of clashing steel, and the brightest of smiles plastered beneath her mask.

[almightyhamslice]

insektober day 16: Future

its called future cuz Princess Saturn here is actually a fankid design! She's Bakrakra and Lukanus' kid. She's an antlion! She looks a little silly cuz I actually designed her as a baby first n didn't think abt how adult antlions look like discount dragonflies. So to keep her recognizable ish I decided she'd have a few neotenic features like her sharp jaws n "fur" but she'd also have adult features like antennae, (stunted) wings, and a tail. I rlly like her wings, they look like screaming faces.

She seems like she'd be funny! I dont hve much written abt her though because she's not rlly part of my funny rewrite plans, she's just an OC I made because I thought it'd be fun if she existed essentially/thought itd be cute if Lukanus was a parent. He would be so proud of her even though she likes causing problems on purpose <3

I also think her relationship to Queen Bakrakra could be interesting! Not to get too into spoilers for the comic but Max's relationship to the monarchy is complicated so maybe Bakrakra would be happy to have a daughter who's actually passionate abt Krud City? Though Saturn's existence is also kind of scandalous because Bakrakra and Lukanus aren't married!! Or are they? I don't think they are, no. I think Lukanus is just her consort or something. Unofficially. NOT canon lmao. Anyways disregard everything I just said cuz Saturn isnt real unless I SOMEHOW put her in my rewrite which I WONT unless I FEEL LIKE IT IDK

[artstar1997]

I really did it!!! I completed the first set this faebruary. I've been planning this because a set of comments in Discord inspired me to make a Fairy AU of Jak and Daxter.

It was hard to sort the characters based on the colors of their outfits or their personalities but I was able to prepare for it. I took inspiration from real-life insects for the wings and the flowers or plants for their outfits, I used flower language for reference. For Jak, he has the wings of a morpho butterfly, and the flower petals I use for his outfit are from the Gerbera Daisy. Gerbera Daisies or African Daisies symbolize innocence, purity, cheerfulness, and loyal love. The Ancient Egyptians believe that these daisies symbolize closeness to nature and devotion to the sun, whereas the Celts thought they lessened the sorrows and stresses of everyday life.

My OC, Jakleen is more of a gold color code type of girl so she gets to have marigolds on her outfit and a matching flower crown. Marigolds represent positive emotions, energy, beauty, warmth, creativity, a drive to succeed, and celebration of the dead, but they also symbolize darker emotions such as jealousy, grief, despair, and mourning. Because of their sun-like appearance, marigolds were often linked to the powerful strength of the sun and represent power, strength, and light that lives inside of a person. Her blue ulysses butterfly wings match Jak because they are twins.

Daxter's ottsel fur matches the color of the monarch butterfly so he can have wings based on it while his shirt was made from the petals of the tiger lily. Matching his loudmouthed and brash personality, tiger lilies symbolize confidence, pride, and wealth. He also wears accessories made out of precursor metal like the Mar twins because the fairy king, Damas adopted him.

Keira Hagai has the wings of a queen Alexandria birdwing butterfly and some parts of her ensemble were made out of violet flowers. Violets are most commonly associated with love but they can also symbolize honesty, protection, dreams, healing, remembrance, determination, and even the idea of setting goals. It really matches her because violets can also be associated with growth, expansion, and peace. They are often viewed as symbols of mental clarity.

Ashelin Praxis has been a flower among the thorns in the Krimzon Guard so her jacket is made from rose petals with a red rose and thorny prints to match her maroon dragonfly wings (Her father has cecropia moth wings). Red roses usually mean love and passion so it really matches her and her love for Torn.

Tess has a colorful but protective personality so she gets a pair of agrias butterfly wings and her outfit is made from the petals of the sunflower. Like her love for Daxter, sunflowers symbolize happiness, optimism, honesty, longevity, peace, admiration, and devotion.

Taryn is quite complicated but I am able to match her with a dahlia flower and her wings are based on a Mormon butterfly. Dahlias symbolize perseverance and the ability to overcome, just like Taryn's personality. They serve as a reminder of the inner strength everyone possesses, even in dark times. 

Torn, on the other hand, is very prickly like a cactus so I decided to match his wings to those of an Asian giant hornet while his outfit is made from the leaves of a flowering quince. Just like his role in the Underground (later, Freedom League), quince flowers are seen as a sign of perseverance in the face of adversity and the ability to cope with adversity. The plant reminds us even when things are difficult in one’s life, there is still great capability for greatness in everyone.

Jinx has an explosive personality so his wings are based on a painted jezebel butterfly and his outfit is made from the leaves of a thistle, which really matches him. Thistles symbolize aggressiveness, pain, protection, and pride.

Captain Phoenix had some demons of the past haunting him so I gave him the wings of a Mourning Cloak butterfly and his clothes are sewn from the leaves and petals of a hyacinth flower. By remembering how he failed to stop the Dark Warrior Program, the purple hyacinth specifically, represents sorrow, regret, and forgiveness.

Ximon is laid back and exceedingly friendly so I match him with the luna moth while his outfit is made from the leaves of a zinnia plant. Just like his friendship with Daxter, Zinnias are the flowers of friendship and they symbolize endurance and strong bonds.

Pics used for wings: Monarch Butterfly: https://www.pngitem.com/pimgs/m/41-414942_monarch-butterfly-png-transparent-png.png Agrias Butterfly: https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/77/Agrias_narcissus_narcissus_MHNT_dos.jpg Mourning Cloak: https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/0c/Nymphalis_antiopa_MHNT_CUT_2013_3_13_Tombeb%C5%93uf_Male_Dorsal.jpg Painted Jezebel: https://wiki.nus.edu.sg/download/attachments/233784330/IMG_3717.JPG?version=1&modificationDate=1550117282037&api=v2

[rebootchill]

I really love Drake's Pzh design, his origin in it was over complicated af but like the writers I will choose to ignore it and just admire his great design. It's literally a firefighter suit, a character name "Wildfire" would be a bad character right? That's not a hero's name because wildfires are pretty awful, so making his body look like a bad ass cyberpunk fire fighter suit was (chef kiss) genius because it cancels out the bad connotation. I WISH that idea was carried into other legions...

But I wanted to post more about Shikari Lonestar who was the pzh's take on Dawnstar, fans liked her as a character but would say they where disappointed that she was a seemingly random "alienwashing" take rather than a indigenous winged woman that they preferred, which is fair. But her design was actually incredibly nuanced! While doing research on insects to help me write a alien oc, I've discovered the history of Dragonflies living with humanity and how those guys affected different human cultures and apparently Native Americans have their own perspective or deep spiritual connection with dragonflies.

They believed that the dragonfly was their spirit guide and that they had the ability to see paths within reality that where invisible to a human. And that they could possibly be dimensional hoppers.

And literally Shikari's whole point through out the legion lost run was to guide them to the doorway gate back to their own universe. So it wasn't random that they made her and her race into dragonfly humanoids, that was the whole point.

Also remembering that her race is called "the Kwai" is kinda sending me a bit because my mind just goes to this, "Yes, my people call ourselves the (◕‿‿◕｡)"

[blackcat2907]

🌸Wooly Scarfs: What song do you think relates the most to you?

🌸Fae: Describe yourself as a fairy

Thank you for the ask!

Okay, that really depends on my mood. For now though, I'd probably say Hold On to Your Love by Walk Off the Earth and Philip Phillips.

I'm not good a describing physical things, so I'm gonna use a moodboard I made for my favorite OC. My wings would similar to dragonfly wings be clear with a red and purple tint. My hair would be brown on top that turned into red at the tips.

Thank you for the ask!

[indecisive-v]

theres this song i have just a Teeny Bit of an obsession with and it kinda makes me think of lovebrush godheim (at least. when it's not making me think of my arcane odyssey ocs) so here's the entire song but color coded to who it makes me think of

and also here's the song link lol

pink = mc

red = ayn

orange = lars

green = alkaid

blue = clarence

purple = cael

bold = everyone

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three toads and poison vine, stew them and you'll be mine

once upon a time there lived a witch in love

won't you come have some bloody wine, maybe another time

cause villains must be beaten for a happy ending

o' she's such a pretty bride, charming with sapphire eyes

"everyone lived happily ever after" mommy,

you told me another lie, remember you said good-byes

aren't supposed to be so sad cause we're all meant to die

maybe god just made one mistake, my heart's at the stake

tell me why it's burning so red, you said.

"I can fall to 'hell' for you."

so you smiled and went, an angel broke my heart.

still you left a spell on me, I can hear you sing the tali-lali-la.

love me, hate me, kiss me.

leave me, maybe, miss me.

three crows and dragonflies, we'll go a thousand miles

once upon a time there lived a witch in love

darling I'll teach you how to fly, maybe another time

cause pumpkin carriages are meant for princesses

so the bad witch's little cry, died in the shade of light

"everyone lived happily ever after" mommy,

just read me another line, I promise to sleep at nine

sorry I'm a let-down as a villain, but I tried

maybe I just made one mistake, for goodness' sake

tell me why I'm feeling so blue, it's you?

“I can fly to "hell' for you."

but you had no wings, an angel stroke my heart.

still you left a spell on me, I can hear you sing the tali-lali-la.

love me, hate me, kiss me.

leave me, maybe, miss me.

“I can fall to 'hell' for you."

so you smiled and went, an angel broke my heart,

still I wish your happiness, can you hear me sing the tali-lali-la?

love me, hate me, kiss me.

leave me, no please, miss me.

[shinxeysartgallery]

what was your inspiration for making jade?

Funky killer robot show

I'm still working a bit on his backstory and stuff, but the main idea I have atm is that he was built as a way to counter Disassembly Drones. Unfortunately, the project was halted and he was sealed away in a hidden spot. Because of the way he was "disposed of" it corrupted some of his memories, so he basically has robot amnesia to the point he really only remembers his own name.

Overall body shape/structure was inspired by MD, obviously. Since the DDs are focused mainly on combat, to be an effective counter, he'd have to have a focus on defense, so a lot of his design was also based on armor. His entire torso, but especially the chest, is a lot bigger and bulkier than typical drones because it's basically acting as armor. The sharp, steel claws are meant to quickly disarm opponents. His tail has a built-in taser that draws energy from the emeralds on it to its tip. And then all the emeralds fused to his body act as armor (the one in his chest is an energy source). His "hair" is like a big helmet. His forearms are basically two giant shields attached to his hands. The shoulder pads are, well, shoulder pads. The "boots" are basically like foot/leg armor. And the wings generate energy that allow him to fly, but also give some protection to his back. In addition, he also has an immunity to EMPs, since the DDs have an EMP gun. The Bejeweled enemies from Dragon Quest Treasures are what inspired me to base the armor off gemstones specifically. lol I picked emeralds in particular because I thought the green would look nice with the rest of his palette. The idea for the gemstone "wings" came from an old OC I used to have who was made entirely out of crystals and had dragonfly-like wings that were just large crystal chunks arranged in an X shape. Yeah, I stole the design from another dead OC. LMAO RIP Crystal Knight, you were funny.

And then his name, J4D3, is just "Jade" with numbers. It's pronounced the same way, too. Jade is another type of green gemstone, so that's his name!

Don't have an exact height for him yet, but he TALL. He's easily the size of the DDs any maybe a little bit bigger? I don't think we have a canon DD height yet though. Lemme know if we do though, because I'm curious!

I was thinking of having Sangria be the one to (accidentally) free him, but IDK how all that's gonna go quite yet. Still working on it. sfhsfhsf Episode 6 might give me some ideas tho'. lol

Oh yeah, since I never posted him here outside of the shitpost drawing, here's what he looks like!

Definitely one of my favorite OC designs.

[spacedykez]

where can we find info about your ocs. on the off chance someone wants to draw fannart.

starts vibrating at sonic frequencies.

u can find all the info i've shared on my mc ocs here, king thorn i should really rework a little because i love zem but ze just do not really have a good fleshed-out character or any good refs/drawings since i made them like months ago and my art has improved drastically.

MY SILLIEST LITTLE GUYS THOUGH MY WEIRD LITTLE BUGS ARE MY FABLEWILDS OCS <333 i should REALLY get around to making good refs of them. but u can find them all at #oc [name]. theres zephyr who ive probably drawn the Most because bug's been around the longest. aeolus & notos who each have two designs but theyre both canon because I Said So. sundew and lupine whose designs are honestly probably my favorites to draw. and then boreas and deimos who i NEED to talk more about. but i think ive posted a LOT more abt them in the meowdy & not so much here mostly because my friends love them and i never really get anyone askin about them whose not a meowdy member anyways. so since you asked.

THIS IS DEIMOS!!

xe are very sillay xe are based on a crow. xe are the dragon of Life which means xe're also the dragon of Death because those two things are interconnected. she's meant to have lots of pouches on her belts. also a big fluffy neck ruff thing and a cape made of big feathers. xyr earrings are: acorn & beetle on ears, flower & leaf on horns. but i do like the idea of changing out the flower for a skull of some sort

BONUS SUNDEW DRAWING!! bee has two tails and big goggles to scream Dragonfly at you and also chest armor not to protect zip really but to add to the Dragonfly effect. it has a shawl thingy that looks like dragonfly wings

another boreas, her design's not changed much at all. very geometric!! very shapes!! her wings are mechanical btw. because i thought it would be fun.

zeph, notos, lupine, and ao i'm sure i've posted plenty about so you have plenty to see of their designs. but just 4 u <3

SOME ZEPHYRS!!!

ao's Sun design (her redesign was quite recent. i like her new design better because its more coherent sksksks but i only have a few drawings of that; they're in his tag)

both of nox's designs side by side!! his Fire design kinda mirror's Ao's Sun design and its very flame-y. His stars design is a lot more childish & spacelike!! Fits his character a lot better. But doesn't match Ao as well.

AND one of my favorite drawings of zeph & lupine (draw / dream) + some misc. sillies <3

also more misc design notes:

Notos's stars form is meant to look a lot more childish. His clothes would have a very PJ vibe to them

Zephyr's outfit would be very leather-y! Its right leg (the one that isn't scales) is meant to be various patches of leather sewn together, and its jacket would be leather I think. Very much bard inspired!!

Lupine's outfit was inspired by the Onceler and has not changed since I designed him. I love her.

yes boreas' wings were inspired by raph from the mechs

THEIR HEIGHTS ARE AS FOLLOWS (heights do NOT include their horns/antlers/antennae!!!) Sundew: 4'8" Deimos: 5'1" Zephyr: 5'5" Notos: 5'7" Aeolus: 5'9" Boreas: 6'1" Lupine: 6'4"

[reveks]

Your obligatory Revek ramble

One (1) person asked for this (ty Scarlet!!! mwah!) so you shall receive! Below the cut so I don’t hog up my followers’ dashes sadkjfak

TW for mentioned death

So almost two years ago, I participated in what we called “Abug Us”, which was literally Among Us but with myself and a group of other individuals roleplaying as HK characters, with me playing Revek. This is important for the singular reason of it explaining something that will be mentioned later.

Anyways! Revek! I’ve seen him headcanoned as a lot of bugs (dragonfly, cockroach, and moth are the first that I can think of right now). However, none of those really stuck with me. I’ve always seen the two spots above his main eyes as smaller eyes, and thus, none of those above options fit the bill. What did I come up with?

Jumping spider, baby! They’re very small, and while he’s not the smallest, I think Revek might be one of the smallest spirits in the Glade, only being taller than Millybug, Karina, and maybe Kcin/Hundred Nail Warrior, not sure. So the size is manageable. So he’s always been a jumping spider to me and I have influenced a few others to thinking so too >:)

Backstory time! Because of the roleplay, I had to craft Revek a backstory (again, gotta do everything around here smh) and here’s what I came up with:

Revek was born in a coastal kingdom, basically the equivalent to our Mexico. As such, he did not speak the common language of Hallownest- rather, he and the other denizens (spiders) spoke Scritseda (the equivalent of Bug Spanish (as a Hispanic person, I feel like I am allowed to do this).

He grew up there until he turned 7, at which point he left home to achieve his dreams of being a knight. Unfortunately, this never happened, and he was kidnapped by a guild of assassins.

He stayed with this guild until he was a teen- recruited as an assassin at a very young age left its physical and mental scars, but he eventually escaped and made his way to Hallownest

Revek was found by Seer and taken under her wing, sorta as an adopted son. He remained with her until he turned 19- shortly after he was promoted to the Glade’s protector. He died protecting the Glade

This is where that mentioned roleplay comes into play. During that roleplay, Revek met Grimm- played by @/legendarymxbob. The two became close friends, then lovers, and began dating. A funny little detail is that I randomly got the crewmate pet one day and had it equipped with no explanation to the others, which led them believing the mini crewmate was a kid of Revek and Grimm’s. This became canon in the form of Capricorn- a shared oc between me and Bob.

After a long time (I don’t remember how long), the two then became engaged. The roleplay ended before the wedding (which was scheduled to be an event). Due to the story that was set up, any spirit characters in that roleplay would be revived after its conclusion. So Revek was revived :)))

If not obvious, Bob and I continued to be friends, so we talked a lot about our characters. Revek ended up marrying Grimm, and as of current, is 27 years old.

Personality-wise, Revek is very energetic! He’s almost restless as times, actually. However, he can be quite aggressive. In the words of a friend, “that of an unfriendly cat unless he likes you”. Actually, cat-like is probably the perfect word to describe him akdjfakj. He totally chases laser pointers and all that adksfj

Basic info time!

Nicknames: Rev (friends), Revvy (Grimm)

Age: 27 (born 12/11)

Species: Paradise spider/habronattus jumping spider, spiny orb weaver, golden orb weaver hybrid

Pronouns: he/they

Fun Facts: 

He can’t read very well! Education was not a thing in the guild

He has godly aim. He was mostly an archer in the guild due to this

He’s a hybrid! His mother is a jumping spider, and his father is a hybrid of a spiny orb weaver and a golden orb weaver. As such, he can spin golden silk :0

Like all spiders, Revek goes through molts! He has around 6 or 7 in his lifetime! He’s gone through about 3 right now

He’s bisexual! :P

Feel free to ask me any questions about him! I can always go on long tangents about this little spider boy :0

[dreamcatcher-ranger]

1, 3 (i NEED to know this one in details), 17, 18, 19, 38, 44, 49! I know that's a lot but I'm feeling extra curious today

No worries, I will answer all! Thank you for asking!

1: what does my lighter look like?

I don’t have a lighter! Nobody smokes in family, and if we need fire we use matches. If i had to pick one tho, I saw a very cute pastel orange one with a soft cover!

3: pasta, in detail

Do I like pasta? Yes, I absolutely do! Even if I prefer rice, but anyway. My favourite pasta-based dish is homemade lasagne, which is a bit like cheating, but you get the gist. Then I also like a lot long pasta like spaghetti and tagliatelle, because we make them at home! As for toppings, we have an excellent recipe for pulled ribs, or sausage ragù. If we have to go on vegetarian sauces, my favourite is one we made from scratch, with homemade tomato sauce, parmigiano and fresh basil, and it tastes like summer, I can't say it better. My favourite short pasta however, fusi with game. Full stop. Picking apart all the tiny bones is a pain though. I hope I answered enough!

17: an earliest obsession

I think it could have been high fantasy! I still like it, sure, but when I was around 12, if not even earlier, it's safe to say that I was fixated on it. Elves, dwarves, dragons... that was my jam. All of my scenarios were based on that, no exception. I devoured all four Eragon books in a couple months. And I reread them over and over! No, even before 12, because I remember reading the Geronimo Stilton's Kingdom of Fantasy books and being able to read the secret code without deciphering it. That was the point of the obsession. I am glad part of it stuck with me till today.

18: do I play videogames?

Well, not really! Not much, I am sorry. I mostly watched walkthroughs for the ones that seemed to have the most interesting plots, because my parents weren’t really fond of gaming. A game series I do play it's Rusty Lake! The Cube Escape ones are free, if you want to give them a try. As morbid and complex and surreal as they are, I love them.

19: zombies or vampires?

Easy peasy, vampires! The aestheti, the concept, the possibilities... It's fun as hell to play with, because vampires may not be humans, but can be people. I don't think you can do the same with zombies. I have to admit that I really like the concept of the blooming dead though.

38: what does my url mean?

Oh, uhm, this... this is actually quite funny. I have already said I had a lot of high fantasy scenarios, right? Well, the OC that should have been representing me stuck with me. And they were a ranger. Expert on survival and hunting, as well as preserving and studying. Always up on research. Codename: dreamcatcher, because of their huge cape was full of trinkets and knick-knacks dangling from it. Like a dreamcatcher. So, uh, yeah.

44: collections?

I hope to start one! More than a specific object, I aim to make it look like one of those naturalistic museums in the '800. I am starting slowly, rocks, a butterfly waiting to be encased and dragonfly wings.

49: scents I like

Old books, pine forests, snow, warm bread, coffee, cold air at the edge of a mountain precipice, the homemade dough for buttery cookies, the vaguely damp smell you can find in caves, powdered magnesium, a bonfire, vegetable stew, sage, thunderstorm and freshly cut timber!

[sleepyushijima]

Sasuke Uchiha x Reader, Slight!Itachi Uchiha x/& Reader. (Sasuke/Reader is endgame.)

Reader is female (she/her) and based off my OC. Reader has a last name and canon appearance.

Prologue (You are here). Next Chapter...

The Birth Of A Princess / The Birth Of Her Knight

From the moment you were born, you were destined to marry an Uchiha. It was an agreement that was made centuries ago; the princess of the Ushijima clan will marry into the strongest Uchiha family, and the two will bare an offspring meant to keep the alliance together. However, you were born too late with your possible betrothed being three years your age. By the time you would be fit to marry, age thirteen, he would be on his way to become an adult; seventeen in age, even older in mind. It was not unheard of to marry within the age gap, but it was not looked upon with grace either.

Itachi knew this long before your mother's water could break and caused a chaos on her panicking servants. He knew he would be the one to marry you no matter the age difference. Barely three and he was already plagued with a burden too heavy for his tiny shoulders. Fugaku, Itachi's father, had told him from the very start that he would not have a life akin to his clan members. "My son," he starts, kneeling on one knee to look his child in the eyes. "You will marry the Ushijima princess. Such is our alliance and promise from many, many years ago." He says it simply and straightforward, yet the grip he has on his child's clothes shows signs of silent grief.

"Why?" Itachi can't help but ask because...why? Why him? Why does he have to marry someone who has not been given the luxury of taking their first breath yet? Why was this a custom their clans had, and why had he only now been told it?

Why had his father been allowed to marry his mother, a fellow Uchiha, yet he had to marry someone outside the clan?

Fugaku hides his frown and instead stands up to his full height, onyx eyes never leaving his son's confused gaze. Sighing, he reaches his hand out for Itachi to take and speaks. "Come, Itachi. You will learn the ways of the Uchijima's."

Itachi looks up at his father then towards the hand outstretched to him. I have no choice, he thinks as his hand holds tightly on to his father's, neither of us do.

He's unsure if he is speaking of the promise his family must be held to, or his own soon-to-be wife that must now be tied down before she could spread her wings.

The two Uchiha's find themselves in a secluded bamboo forest, the amount being too many to count and go too far beyond what their eyes could see.

It seemed endless. It felt like he was walking in limbo, never to find a place where he can stop to rest.

The constant green was starting to make him nauseous.

Still, he could not deny the beauty of it all. "Where are we going, father?" Itachi asks as he's lead down a dirt path he has never walked before.

Fugaku does not answer him and only tightens his grip on his son's hand.

Before he knows it, the two are standing in front of a crystal clear pond decorated in dragonflies and lily pads. The air feels sharp when he inhales, but it feels free. He lets go of his father's hand and instead basks in the new scenery. He finds it beautiful, mystical, almost like he is intruding on a holy place. "Father?" He calls out timidly; so unlike him, so unsure, and Fugaku kneels down one again only to sit on his knees, his hand gesturing for his son to copy him.

After Itachi sits beside his father, they both stay silent and listen to the music the gentle wind carries. It's only after Itachi closes his eyes does his father speak.

"Long ago, before the great nations had formed, there were two clans that resided next to one another." He feels his son gaze upon him yet doesn't look back. "One was strong, stronger than any had seen, and the other weak, too weak to have been considered anything but fodder. One day, the strong clan was attacked by an enemy trying to gain more power, and the weak clan was caught in the crossfire. They had no previous training, nor any weapons to defend themselves. Even so..." Fugaku lets his eyes fall shut as he recalls the stories he's heard a million times. "The weaker clan stood with the strong clan by supporting them with their chakra, and they fought the enemy away. After that, the strong clan began to see the weaker clan not as fodder, but as resource. You see, Itachi, the weaker clan had not been built for fighting. Instead, they were built to support those who staked their lives in battle." He pauses to let the information sink in, and to give Itachi a moment to gather his thought.

"They're support based?" Itachi asks.

"Yes." Fugaku answers. "Their chakra, their jutsu, is meant to enhance those they are supporting. They can make the Sharingan see more than any Uchiha ever could. They can make anything into the most powerful weapon...but only by bond."

"By bond...?"

Taking in a deep breath, Fugaku finally turns to look at his son in the eyes. "You will be bond to the Ushijima princess, Itachi. She will become your aid, in return you will protect her with your life. You are to become husband and wife in home, and lifelong partners in battle." He watches as too many emotions swirl in is child's black eyes; confusion, uncertainty, denial, then finally...understanding.

"I see." Itachi says.

"I'm sorry." His father replies.

The two are quiet as they gaze upon the pond, the flying insects never leaving the radius of the water to explore the bamboo that surrounds them while the lily float gently on the surface.

"This is where the wedding will take place." Fugaku says, fighting off the frown from his lips. "This is the most sacred place to the Ushijima's. It's said that their God crafted this forest in order to protect them from harm. It's their safe haven."

Itachi can't help but raise his eyebrows at the claim. "But it's only full of bamboo? How will that help them?"

Chuckling, Fugaku speaks. "Tell me, Itachi. Do remember which path we took?"

Letting out a noise of confusion, Itachi turns around to point at the dirt path they previously walked on yet stopped when he saw only green. "Huh...? But we..."

Nodding his head, Fugaku taking in a deep breath of fresh air. "This forest was made to confuse those that wish to harm the Ushijima's. They will get lost, never to find sanctuary nor people unless a clan member takes pity on them, or else..." He looks up at the blue, cloudless sky. "They die and become soil for this forest to flourish with."

Looking at his father once more, Itachi gives a hum of understanding. "If so, how did you know to come here? Would we not get lost and die, seeing as we are not Ushijima's?"

Smiling proudly, Fugaku places a hand on Itachi's head and rubs it. "Keen as always, Itachi. Had we been anyone else we would never survive. However," he gazes down at his son. "Being the Uchiha's we are, we are also allowed to seek refuge in this forest. Such was the promise made those years ago."

"But...how do we find it? How do we know which path to take?"

Hmm... Fugaku lets out a low hum as he stands from his sitting and brushes his pants free from dirt. "When the time comes, Itachi," he grabs onto his son's hand after they both stand. "You will know."

It's ominous wording, yet Itachi believes him full heartedly.

The walk back is peaceful. Unlike before, Itachi now sees the green as another piece of home rather than that nauseating color.

He determines that he likes it this way.

Before the two can enter their estate, a frantic servant comes up to Fugaku and says, "Lady Ushijima is giving birth!" before hesitating into a bow. "Forgive me, I-I had been told to report to you as fast as I could-" but Fugaku waves her off before she can fully apologize. "Lead us to her."

"Us?" She questions before her eyes fall upon the young Uchiha--the soon-to-be groom. "O-of course!" She bows once more, this time out of nerves than respect, before taking lead and walking, almost sprinting, to the off-limits room that held the current Ushijima princess.

"She's just in here," the servant says with quick head tilted forward before she opens the sliding door.

Outside, Itachi barely catches the glance of a beautiful white haired woman, her hair sticking to her sweaty body as her eyes clench in pain, and he sees her canines dig into her lips. She barely opens her eyes for a split second and he sees the prettiest pair of ruby red he has ever seen, only enhanced by the slit pupils which glow a faint white. As her clawed nails dig into the hand of a servant he has never seen before (probably her bodyguard, he concludes), he watches her eyes slowly flutter shut and her body goes limp.

The servants in the room start yelling, and he's ushered away by his father before he can protest.

It felt like a fog had taken over his mind as he sees everyone leave and enter the room; hands withered and rags bloody, their eyes pained and expressions conveying different variations of "is she going to be okay?"

It was so loud, yet still so quiet.

Itachi had never seen someone give birth before, so he didn't know that the pretty white haired woman passing out was bad. He didn't know that the blood soaked rags were a sign of a devastating outcome. Or, what was meant to be one...

Being an Ushijima had it's perks, it seems, especially when medic nin came in and used their chakra to heal the sleeping mother. The other Ushijima's, whom had come to witness the birth of their new princess, used their own chakra to help improve the healing rate faster. The blood loss was immense, but her clan members offered their own in order to help her survive.

When all went silent did they finally hear a baby crying.

Then everyone in that closed room breaks out into cheers.

Itachi, who had been outside that room, could only stand in front of the door blocking him away from seeing his newborn wife with eyes open and mouth slightly parted. It felt like something had been lifted off his shoulders; a weight he hadn't known he's been carrying since the moment they shut that sliding door on him, and he felt like he could breathe again. Had he been worried? For who? The pretty woman, soon to be his mother-in-law, or you, his wife who has only cried since being born?

He places a hand over his heart and clenches at the fabric tightly, unaware that his vision had gone blurry with unshed tears. You could have died, he grieves for two people he has yet to properly meet, you both could have died. He's unfamiliar with death at this point. It scares him. He doesn't want anyone to die.

He glances up when he sees a pair of familiar sandals. "Father," he starts yet is unable to form any word besides that.

Fugaku looks down at his son and sighs out through his nose. "Sorry for keeping you away, Itachi." He turns back his to his child and places a hand on the sliding door. "...would you like to see her?"

"Yes."

As Fugaku opens the barrier previously preventing him from seeing what happened, Itachi hesitates. Soon, he will be seeing his betrothed and her mother. He will need to make a good impression on them both, even if his wife will not remember it. Itachi uses his hands to fix his hair and clothes before finally taking his first step into the room. It smelt metallic; bloody, and unpleasant, yet he disregarded it the moment his eyes lie on the pretty woman and the bundle of off-white cloth in her arms.

He feels nervous.

Even so, he takes one step, then another, then a few more, and suddenly he is right next to the current princess of the Ushijima clan, and the next-in-line to be.

"Hello." She says softly, her smile never leaving her lips despite her red eyes looking nothing but tired. Up close, he can see smeared red markings adorning her forehead and cheeks. A symbol of the clan she was from, if her hair and eyes weren't enough.

"Hi..." He responds shyly.

"You are Uchiha Itachi, I assume?"

"Mm...Y-yes."

She lets out a chuckle and his cheeks burn pink. Despite her sluggish movement, she places a hand atop Itachi's head and rubs it, similar to his father yet much more gentle, almost like she wasn't touching him at all. "I am Ushijima Rei, and this..." She moves the cloth so he can have a better look. "...is Ushijima [Name], your betrothed." Her lips quiver as she says so, her mind already racing with thoughts of her child growing up and taking her place as the new princess of the clan. "Do you..." She looks at him fondly. "Do you want to hold her?"

"I-I...I don't know how." He admits, a tinge of shame surfacing to his tone.

"Ahaha," She laughs softly at him, making his blush worse. "Don't worry, Itachi-kun. I'll help you."

As she maneuvers the baby into his arms carefully, Itachi can't help but let out a sound of wonder as he gazes down at the small person he held. "She's..." He watches as you snuggle deeper into the warm of the cloth covering you. "...small."

Rei laughs, louder this time, at Itachi's lackluster observation as he continues to stare at the sleeping baby in his arms. "Yes, yes, she's very tiny right now. One day, however, she will grow big and strong, and she'll need you there to help her get even stronger, okay?"

His gaze couldn't seem to leave the bundle he carried, Rei's words coming in one ear and out the other yet he still managed to understand what she meant. "Yeah." He states breathlessly. "I'll protect her."

Rei and Fugaku watch as Itachi brings you closer to his body, his instincts telling him to keep you close to him as they will allow. His eyes never leave your small form as the two adults in the room speak in hushed whispers; either not wanting him to hear or to give you two a fake sense of privacy, but he doesn't care. His heart beats fast in his chest and he's afraid he might die then and there. Still, as he looks down at you, a smile forms on his lips and his eyes hold nothing but care.

I will protect you, [Name]. I won't let anything bad happen to you. You...are my responsibility.

[marinerainbow]

I've been seeing people post their NiGHTS OC's here, so I'm gonna give it a go.

I actually have multiple OC's, but I'm going to talk about my most developed OC. My nightopian named Prism (who I was inspired after seeing @squiderdoodle OC Void, shes really great!)

Before I show her picture (drawn by @marshmallow-biscuit-blog, thank you very much!) Shes not a regular nightopian. If anyone remembers my first NiGHTS into Dreans headcannon post, I said that I have a headcannon that nightopians have their own subspecies like the nightmaren, with the humanoids being referred as celestials (I'm still debating on whether or not to call them that, but I'm leaning more towards that name due to the fact I imagine their all solar based).

Ok, without further ado, heres Prism!

(The only thing you cant see in the pic is how long her hair is (down to her ankles) and her white ballet shoes (the kind with the ribbons you tie around your legs)) This is what I imagine her NiD look to be, but I'm still trying to figure out what her JoD look would be.

Now, onto her backstory.

The celestials were once high in number, acting out as guardians of the night dimension. However, after Wizeman died in a coma and his soul still remained in the dimension, he started his goal to take over the very place he was trapped in. Once he started gaining power, the celestials first tried to reason with him, but by then he found a way to consume others' energy, and started killing off the celestial species to gain their power (thats how he gained his godlike powers).

As he created more and more nightmaren to steal more and more ideya, the night dimension itself had started creating a new celestial (I cant remember if I've already mentioned it, but I imagine the night dimension to be alive, more so then our own earth). This new celestial was Prism. However, she was created in a secluded area in a Nightopia, so no one had really been able to find her. It wasn't until an awakener who would later become her friend found her and brought her to Owl, who then raised her and taught her everything she needed to know about her world.

She was relatively happy, she made quick friends with the normal nightopians, she saw Owl as a father figure, and she was safe and happy in her home at the Dreamgate. However, around the time she came of age, she encountered a nightmaren for the first time in her life, while they were terrorizing visitors and stealing ideya. After that day, she had decided to become a guardian of the night dimension, just like her ancestors, and protect Nightopia and visitors.

She was powerful to fight against third levels with no problem and second levels easily after she got used to them. As such, Wizeman decided to create the two first levels NiGHTS and Reala. Now those two, since they were made to be far more powerful then a second level, turned out to be quite difficult for Prism to fight against. The most she could do was provide a distraction for them while any visitors or nightopians in the area could get away.

Due to her experiences, Prism had started believing that nightmaren were a inherently evil species. Even though Owl tried to teach her to not think that way, it was hard for her to see the nightmaren as anything but evil. Until NiGHTS rebelled that is.

Of course, she didnt trust them at first, always keeping a close eye on them. But as they proved that they really had a change of heart, Prism started trusting them more and more. Soon enough, the nightopian had actually befriended the rebellious nightmaren, and finally learned what Owl was trying to teach her. Now, she wishes to try and protect all of the night dimension, not just Nightopia.

Now with her backstory done, here are some random facts about her.

She is 4'7, even though shes an adult (I headcannon all nightopians, from the animals to the pixies to the celestials, to be small in comparison to the nightmaren)

Prism is very naive, not in the 'everyone is good' way, but in the fact that she can take things at face value (like how she saw the nightmaren before NiGHTS rebelled). However, she is always willing to learn, and is more than willing to admit her mistakes and will do her best to make them right. She is also a very kind hearted person and would protect and care for her loved ones (family, friends, etc). As such, she can be seen as innocent at times.

As you can see, her wings dont look like a normal nightopians' wings. I imagine humanoid nightopians have more like dragonfly wings rather then butterfly wings.

She is a very sweet person, but she does have a temper. It can take alot to make her lose her temper (or only a little, depending on what is making her angry) but when she loses it, she proves just how loud tiny people get. She can also be very stubborn when she wants to be.

She is also much more of a 'by the book' sort of person then NiGHTS is. It's why they compliment each other well, she helps them be more serious, and they help her be more playful (that's not to say she doesnt know how to have fun, she often plays with the nightopians when she has free time. But she takes her job very seriously, and can often times come off as a workaholic. So NiGHTS is able to help her relax when she needs it.)

The reason why she was named Prism is because of her light based powers: She can summon light, and can even use this to her advantage when fighting for both offense and defense, but she can not actually bend light itself. Her colors will also change depending on her mood/mental state (her colors will look brighter when happy, they will look drained when depressed, etc). If you look at her appearance, you'll notice that she actually looks like the sky, (sky blue eyes, sun hair, etc).

She has her own invisible instrument! A tambourine! She also she enjoys singing and dancing. Especially when it's a celebration of some sort (I'd compare her voice to Miss Acacia from Jack and the Cukoo Clock Heart, especially in the song 'Flames with Glasses'). She also loves reading, and could spend hours going through her favorite pieces of literature.

She us a very upbeat and positive person, despite picking up on some of Owl's anxious habits (like overthinking things). She has a very high energy and is very sociable, but she always makes sure to focus on her work.

Since the night dimension itself created her, she feels at home when shes outdoors, especially in woodlands or fields, almost as if she feels a connection with the world (she cant communicate with the dimension though, she just loves the outdoors)

The awakener that found her is really small, small enough to hide in her shoulder. His name is Peonie, and he is really shy and a bit of a scaredy cat, but he is protective of Prism and will often accompany her on her patrols or outings when he's not doing his own duties, despite the risk of running into a nightmaren.

And that's Prism! Please let me know what you think! Constructive criticism and questions are always welcome!