#tremblay ocs

[konstantynowitz]

Do you have Tremblay OCs? Maybe Falco Tremblay's children? Also, who is Lorcan Scamander (I)? I read it on your blog.

I don’t have any Tremblay ocs but maybe that’ll be the next project I work on.

Lorcan (whose name I might change) is the son of Lycidas Scamander and the father of Rolf Scamander.

[strawberryills]

Hi sorry for neglecting tumblr

[vip-komilk]

random stuff from bsky

[rippilie]

And that's everyone! Thank you and goodnight!

[inkiest-silly]

📿The creator,🦌repairing angel and 🔔the creation.

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[kittycatcadaversstuff]

random WIP doodles of 8:11 charas and my friend's 8:11 oc :] ( @seaweedeatsmoss )

i like drawing dante to look like that. I like drawing a lot of characters with that mouth. Two of my ocs have it. My self-insert oc and just an oc i made in general. Anyways enjoy!! I'll post these when they're done

[purple-iris]

Marie Tremblay, Province du Québec, in the neoclassical style of De László

Details and wip

The original painting: PHILIP ALEXIUS DE LÁSZLÓ (BUDAPEST 1869-1937 LONDRES) Portrait of Cécile Elizabeth Florence Rankin (1914-1993), Lady Grandy

[cocomoraine]

i am insane, so here's another AU featuring more old men cardinal yaoi for you all:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64743178/chapters/166353946

hahahahahahahahha. hope y'all will like this one! ehe.

[jujusmoothie811]

Celeon art..

[lumosinlove]

Idk about parched per say, but I’m very thirsty for some snuggly smushy LeLo art after these last two chapters

Snuggly smushy you say?

[amaritheartist]

Getting too into character, and getting really upset that the Great Twisting failed!

[electric-guillotines]

Mousetrap 🔪🐁

Rating: E Relationship: Celia Lede x F!OC Warnings: Graphic violence Tags of note: Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Murder, Corruption, Collaring, Choking, Dom/Sub, Mommy Kink, and more

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While I work on larger projects, I also have some spicy offerings from The Price of Flesh, because the sapphics are fighting for our lives and Celia deserves more attention.

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“High flying businessman killed by kidnapping victim in corporate torture sex dungeon.”

It was the kind of thing headlines were made of, a scandal that no news publication could resist from the most prestigious and self-serious outlets to the salacious bottom-feeders in the tabloids.

Celia knew exactly which members of the house staff were all too willing to speak on Harold’s advances, his temper and need for control, cementing the idea of him as a perverse sadist. The irony wasn’t lost on her, but Harold was dead and she wasn’t, so the pig could be remembered for his worst qualities and rot.

Lying was as easy as breathing, she only needed the same smooth charm that let her survive a corporate boardroom. What rankled her pride and nearly tripped her up was playing the part of the abused wife, small and weepy and horrified, playing up her reliance on alcohol and shining a light on that thorny tangle of vulnerability–Celia almost preferred the prospect of death to exposing a weakness. Almost. But she reminded herself it was necessary to sell the deception and support Eden’s “emotional” testimony to the police. 

Part of her expected it to all come tumbling down the moment Eden was separated from her, out of sight, out of reach–out of her control. If Eden wanted to escape she could have, bringing Celia directly to the police was just a bonus, and the thought of being played because an especially endearing mouse convinced her to put the noose around her own neck…

It gripped her with a furious, icy panic–a feeling that melted the moment Eden walked out of the police interview and smiled at her.

It took a little time to sort everything out, but with seemingly nothing more to investigate, the case was closed in short order, allowing them to slip away from the entire situation without the prolonged scrutiny of a criminal trial.

The police loved easy answers, it made them look competent. The perpetrator was dead and the victim was alive to tell her side of the tale.

Which was how they ended up on the other side of the country in Vancouver. Familiar enough to start again while legal necessities were sorted through by a trusted lawyer.

Celia had contingencies in case things went nuclear with Harold, she’d always known they would eventually, that level of resentment and volatility couldn’t be sustained forever, she just hadn’t expected to do it so soon, and she had expected to do it alone.

She wasn’t sure how to feel about any of it other than surprised, maybe on edge, still waiting for the guillotine to drop, to be caught in the lie. For right now she–no, they seemed to have gotten away with it…

It was in this state of reflection that Celia found herself watching Eden shower through the half open door, lying on a plush hotel bed. She’d long since taken off her shoes and jacket. A five hour flight wasn’t exactly tiring, everything else leading up to it, however, the back and forth with the police, waiting with a pit of nerves in her stomach every time Eden left to sort out her own affairs, finally making plans to leave–she didn’t want to think about it anymore so she focused on Eden instead.

She wasn’t being creepy, Celia told herself, the fogged up glass made details fuzzy anyway, but it struck her that she didn’t really know what the other woman looked like outside the masculine office wear. Even the times they met to speak with the police and corroborate their story it seemed Eden preferred masculine clothing in general, a lot of blacks, leather, and silver.

It was never important before. Her mice were passing amusements, mannequins to dress up and break under heel—she hadn’t planned for one getting under her skin and nesting behind her ribs. Not to mention that her previous “guests” were men.

Men were always obstacles, ignorant overbearing pigs and smug self-important weasels who had never listened to the word “no.” But women—that was complicated. Other women were dangerous, jostling for the same limited space at the top, waiting for a chance to strike–women were threats.

Sex with men was an expectation, a tool to leverage if need be and rarely something Celia found herself enjoying but her enjoyment wasn’t the point. Men rarely bothered to even check, confident that just bestowing a woman with the “gift” of his cock was more than enough to get her going. Women had never crossed Celia’s mind in that context, not for any repulsion on her part but simply because it wasn’t a path that felt open to her.

The way Eden’s tongue felt against her, however…

She chewed her lip. She hadn’t been prepared for how good it felt. Even the way Eden screamed did something different to her, sending a hot flash of roaring hunger through her body.

Harold’s dying face crossed her mind again. Too white teeth turning pink, then red, eyes bulging as he pawed helplessly at the wet chasm where his Adam’s apple used to be. And Eden above him, face frozen in a wild rictus grin, eyes bright and piercing, and looking directly at her, asking so many silent questions at once.

‘ Do you like this? Have I been good? Are you happy with me?’

Taking another human’s life and all Eden could focus on was if she approved.

A tingling ripple of warmth rolled through her gut and sank lower, smouldering.

If her rational mind hadn’t kicked in Celia could have ridden Eden’s grinning face right then and there. Probably would have gotten Harold’s blood all over her thighs in the process as Eden dug her nails in…

Of course, it had occurred to her that Eden’s clever little trap wasn’t meant for Harold. Eden had no idea Harold would be there, that he even knew where they were–thus, the only logical answer was that she had fully expected to catch Celia .

The thought of Eden getting the wire around her neck elicited a somewhat bewildering response. A cold spike of dreadful realisation, yes, and a shivering upswell of heat as she imagined herself struggling against Eden’s strong body, soft lips and hard teeth at her neck, the wire constricting her breath yet not cutting into her skin–Celia shoved the thought away.

Harold walked through the door first. Whatever Eden planned, the pig was dead and she was free to carry on with her life, she could overlook the intent when the result was so obviously in her favour.

The water shut off and Eden stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel to start drying off. She paced by the door, arms raised to get the water out of her hair and leaving the rest of her body completely exposed to Celia’s curious stare.

She was pale like someone who worked night shift, with the build of a CrossFit enthusiast who didn’t care about fad diets. She clearly wasn’t trying to fit a standard set by the leering dogs in charge of everything, but she did fit nicely into a suit. Her ears had multiple piercings and the shoulder length mop of wavy hair on her head was dyed a pale violet.

Her nipples were pierced too and a scattering of gruesome scars across her body implied some kind of accident in her past—she wore them well.

What did Eden say she was before they met? A nurse? No, she mentioned driving a lot, always doing nights, responding to emergencies–a paramedic. That made sense, always on the go, rarely out in the sun.

Celia found herself lingering on Eden’s face, on soft lips, a Roman nose and deep green eyes…

Eyes.

Eden had caught her staring.

Celia pointedly ignored the way her cunt throbbed, turning away from the bathroom door with a scowl and embarrassingly hot cheeks like some flustered schoolgirl. She grit her teeth, pushing that girlish sensation down and away.

She needed to see how her Mouse behaved now that everything with Harold and their less than conventional meeting was behind them. Eden wasn’t her captive, freedom was there for the taking, had been for weeks now, and she’d already done more than any sane person would expect from her–Celia still wasn’t sure she understood why Eden did what she did.

But if this was how things were going to be, if Eden really was set on being with her going forward…

Another throb. She pressed her thighs together.

One step at a time.

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[thelostbellringer]

[floralflorence]

copious amounts of makeup sex anyone???? (almost accidentally put that as break up sex for a minute there 😭😭) almost done with this chapter...it's going to end up being a long one I think

[venus-butnottheplanet]

Most people only knew Rosemary through Tremblay talking about his lovely niece, through baby photos..

[inkiest-silly]

this little THANG