"No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn."

Khiera, 25, PA. This is a D&D sideblog for character asks and general writing/crying. Sidebar art by polyhedric-fate.

[filthy-rat]

honestly there’s nothing that can compare to creating OCs and imagining scenarios with them with a person you trust. i don’t even mean in an shipping sense, either – just you and your friends making up people that also friends and imagining them in ridiculous, hilarious, adorable, angsty situations. like holy shit the knowledge that they are enjoying themselves with what you create and you’re enjoying yourself with what they create and you’re both just having the time of your fucking lives playing barbie with your own creations, safe in the knowledge that they aren’t fucking judging you or thinking ill of you for the silly little scenarios you’re imagining, no matter how cringe they might be. no cringe zone. just friendship.

it’s pure, simple bliss y’all

[evilsupplyco]

This is my emotional support OC

[dankmemeuniversity]

[athurmorgan-deactivated20200414]

what if… i shipped my oc… with yours… aha ha, just kidding… unless…👀

[therpmemes]

                                    moodboard meme

send me one of the following symbols and i’ll make a moodboard for my character.

✿ for a general moodboard about my muse

💛 for a moodboard about our muses’ relationship

❤  for a moodboard about a romantic relationship of my muse 

💗 for a moodboard about another significant relationship in my muse’s life

💕  for a moodboard on my muse’s view on romantic and/or sexual relationships 

👗 for a moodboard about my muse’s fashion style

👶 for a moodboard about my muse’s childhood

🏠  for a moodboard about my muse’s home aesthetics

🍕 for a moodboard about my muse’s favorite foods

👮 for a moodboard about my muse’s occupation

[the-moon-dust-writings]

Extremely Random OC Questions

Would your OC ever accessorize with a cape?

If they were to encounter a bear, what would they do?

Your OC has the chance to either grab pepper spray, a baseball bat, a knife or a shoe, which one would they grab?

It’s a sunny day outside, what is their reaction?

Have they ever swam with sharks before?

Oh no, your oc is hungry and no money, what do they do?

If they had the chance to kill someone without being caught, would they? If so, who would it be?

What gif describes their life?

What would their username be on tumblr?

What is their 3rd favourite colour?

Would they much rather own a three headed dog or a two headed cat?

Can they do the splits?

If they knew the only way to get the chocolate cake was do murder the guard, guarding it, would they?

Do they know which way east is?

Have they ever been kicked in the knee caps before?

If they had the chance to go in a hot air balloon, would they?

Would they much rather ride horse back or on a camel?

How many different knots can they tie?

Would they stop to look at pretty flowers?

If they saw a zebra, what would their reaction be?

If they had to hike up a mountain, what would their attitude be going up?

Would they ever make a sock puppet?

Would they much rather banter back and forth with friends or talk about philosophy?

They have acquired a lion, a peanut butter sandwich and a purple rock, what is their next move?

They see a magical wand, do they touch it?

If a skeleton talked to them, would they be scared?

If they entered a restaurant and saw a floating beach ball, what would they do?

It’s nighttime and the zombies are everywhere, your oc is on the corner of a crowded city block all alone, how do they get off the street?

An alligator jumps out of the water and starts to talk to your oc about the economy, what does your oc do?

Your oc is scuba diving and comes across a mermaid, what happens next?

What is your OC’s go to dance move?

Your OC has access to a boat and 5 million dollars, now what?

Your OC accidentally dyed their hair purple, now what?

What would your OC’s reaction be if there was a giant dog that came to them with a huge bone as the dog wags their tail in excitement?

A frog appears out of nowhere and starts to critize their life choices, what does your OC do?

[frostedsun]

♢ — my muse and another character: Alaryk and Odelle. Because I love how you write the gothboy.

“Checkmate,” Odelle said, taking a sip of water from the side of the table as Alaryk begrudgingly reset the chess pieces. They had been at it for about an hour and a half now, and like usual the score remained even. Their skills were always matched when mentally sparring like this, and they both found it fitting enough that it never became boring.

“Have you finished your dealings with Dove?” Odelle said as the game started again, her white pawn moving to D4 without her touching it.

Alaryk grimaced. He took a moment to study the move before his black knight magically moved to F6, “No.”

Odelle sighed at his decline of her gambit, but pressed on, moving another pawn to C4.

“You don’t see the hypocrisy here?” Odelle asked as Alaryk moved a pawn to E6. “Your dealings are your own, but mine aren’t?”

“My dealings are my own.” Alaryk smirked, careful eyes watching her white knight move to C3.

Odelle doesn’t answer and Alaryk surveys the board again. “She loves to be aggressive,” he thinks, but does not take the bait, not this time. Another pawn moves to D5 and she finally speaks.

“I don’t see how you can ask me to sit by and let you do this. You freed my father, and probably saved his life,” she said, her eyes softened in a way that gave him more anger than ease.

“I am not asking you and you are not letting me.” His voice rang sharp and gave Odelle pause. She soon recovered, but said nothing as her pawn took his.

Their game continued in silence, the rapid sliding of pieces across the board serving as the only sound in the room. They went back and forth in gains and losses until Odelle had truly cornered him, her rook and queen closing around the last bishop defending his king.

“I’m sorry, I did not mean it in those terms,” Odelle said, her voice quiet as if she were scared to use her words.

“Of course,” Alaryk said snidely and considered his next move. He was in a hopeless state indeed, and wondered whether it was his imminent loss or her soft eyes and apologies that irritated him more.

He did not think long though, as Odelle lifted a finger and knocked down her own king. Alaryk looked up at her, eyebrows raised, seeing her eyes bold and assured. There was a promise there, and once it caught in his head, his confusion turned to curious understanding.

A gambit indeed.

“Reset the board,” Odelle said, and Alaryk nodded as the pieces flew back to their place to start once again.

[frostedsun]

♤ — my muse in a specific location: Odelle in the Fae Canopy

♤ — my muse in a specific location: Ariella in the Fae Canopy

(I’ll give you two in one and add someone as well!)

“Delly did what?!”

“I tell no lies,” Riordan said, glancing at Ariella before turning back to Odelle. “When Kethra came to get you Issadora was at her wits end, and you were just sitting there, mud covered from head to toe!”

Odelle smirked, “I find that very hard to believe.”

“Believe it, my ‘Delle. You were quite spirited.”

Ariella giggled as Odelle turned her head away, slight redness on her cheeks. The day had been surprisingly good, regardless of the dread looming over both father and daughter, and the picnic they held in the Fae Canopy had gone very well. Ariella had been overjoyed to have everyone together again, at least for a small bit of the holiday that was left.

Riordan glanced upward at his daughter’s hair, noting the petals falling through her black strands, “Sai, your crown is wilting.”

Ariella blinked, then pulled the crown off her head to examine it.

“Oh no, I just put new flowers in! I was hoping they would last the week,” she pouted.

“There are plenty of flowers here, why don’t you pick some new ones?” Riordan proposed, and as soon as the words left his lips, Ariella perked up, rising off the blanket they had set down and heading straight for the nearest bush of pansies and primrose.

“I thought I would never see you again,” Riordan said, voice lowered but still loud enough for Odelle to hear. “If I let you go without me, and you never came back, I will have failed you again.” 

Odelle sighed, she had thought they resolved this. “I am not bringing you along to risk your life. you left us once, don’t you dare think about doing it again.“ 

“Sai needs you as much as me, if not more, ‘Delle. I couldn’t protect you before, you can’t ask me not to now.”

Odelle’s head turned towards him sharply, teeth gritted. “I’m asking you not to be stupid for once. Your death, how is Ariella supposed to live with that? How are we supposed to live with that?”

A long silence had passed before Riordan spoke again, his voice solid. “A parent is meant to protect their child, ‘Delle.”

“Well you’ve always been a shitty dad,” she whispered, and Riordan couldn’t help but smile.

It was then that Ariella returned, arms full of pinks and whites and purples. Odelle and Riordan took the flowers offered to them, wearing them on their hair and clothes as Ariella fixed her crown and showed them the dances she learned from Jarix. Even as the sun began to set and they prepared to leave the area, there was no talk of death or sacrifice. All that remained was the tentative hope that they would be able to share moments like this again.

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Send one for party banter from:

♡ — my muse and yours ♢ — my muse and another character ( asker’s choice )  ♤ — my muse in a specific location ( asker’s choice ) ♧ — my muse about a specific event ( asker’s choice )

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If you’re sending characters only, you can specify a topic.

[frostedsun]

Capernoited for Ariella?

Capernoited - Slightly intoxicated or tipsy.

"What is this?" Ariella grimaced, taking a sniff of the brown liquid Cas passed to her. Kalliope, Alaryk, and Jarix stood around her, staring with a wierd mixture of anticipation, curiosity, and worry.

"Its ale," Cas responded, "you literally cannot get drunk off of this."

Ariella let out a breath and slowly put the drink to her lips, taking a sip. The color was wierd, but the taste was something she'd never known before. It was good, very good actually.

She continued to drink with little care for how much she was taking in, gulping it down until the glass was empty.

She set the glass down and smacked her lips, "that was really good! Can I have some more? Do you have anything else?"

"Here, try this too."

Jarix pulled in a sharp breath as Cas took the glass and poured a clearer liquid, trying his best to hide the smirk on his face. Ariella drank that one down as well, her cheeks growing rosy and smile growing wider.

"I'm feeling so.....good!" She leaned in again for another drink, and the group surrounding them erupted.

"Oh no....."

"Uh, Ari?"

"Cas, what are you DOING!?"

Both Cas and Ariella ignored them as he poured her yet another drink, his devilish glee hardly contained.

By the end of the day Ariella had gotten thoroughly drunk and turned into a bear, and Cas considered the sight of her running around the guild hall as a large mammal very much worth the trouble.

[frostedsun]

Spice for Ariella.

Spice - have you ever encountered a house that you believed to be haunted?

She and Jarix once encountered a house that was haunted on Liar's Night. It caused everyone who ate the candy from the house to turn into what they were dressed as. When they went to investigate it, the fireplace and couch grew black arms and attacked them!

But she got to be a real sprite for a little bit and she was glad that Charles wasn't really dead, so overall she can't say she had a bad time.

[frostedsun]

pumpkin for Odelle

Pumpkin - do you think that humans are inherently good or bad?

Odelle doesn't believe people are inherently anything. People being inherently good or bad strips the responsibility and autonomy of their actions. She believes the ability to choose what kind of person you are is what seperates people from monsters and other non-people.

There are more personal reasons for this as well. She doesn't want to believe the people who treated her lower than dirt had some sort of good in them. At the same time, people like Rory and Ariella could never have been born inherently bad and still be the people they are today.

[frostedsun]

cranberry for Odelle

Cranberry - what’s one physical feature that you get complimented on?

Her face, specifically her eyes. Kethra was very beautiful and the piercing blue eyes of the Starym line fit Odelle well. It often left her with compliments from others asking why she didn't stop scowling or wear more makeup. She didn't view these comments as compiments though, so she never bothered to answer them.

[frostedsun]

fireside for Ariella

Fireside - if you had your dream wardrobe, what would it look like?

She already has her dream wardrobe. Flowing dresses, some or most that show skin. Flower or wavy patterns in pastel pinks, purples, blues, and greens.

And of course, her flower crown and bangles. She'd never go anywhere without them.

[frostedsun]

frost for Ariella

Frost - if you could give some advice to your younger self, what would you say?

If Ariella could speak to her younger self, there isn't much she would say. They are close if not the same in terms of how they see the world.

She would urge her to work on her combat a little more though, and maybe to stick up for herself. Her younger self didn't need to be combative, but currently she feels stuck in acting like everything's okay whenever someone hurts her and it stems from a long learned habit.

[serialoddities-blog]

autumnal asks

lantern - how did you meet your best friend? What were your first impressions of each other?

frost - if you could give some advice to your younger self, what would you say?

maple - is there a hobby / skill that you’ve always wanted to try but never did?

harvest - what fictional character do you most identify with? Why?

fireside - if you had your dream wardrobe, what would it look like?

cider - a food that you disliked as a child but now enjoy?

amber - share an unpopular opinion that you may have.

fog - how well do you think you’d do in a zombie apocalypse scenario?

jack-o-lantern - if you could look like any celebrity, who would you choose?

spice - have you ever encountered a house that you believed to be haunted?

orchard - share one thing that you’d like to happen this autumn.

crow - which school subject do you wish you had an aptitude for?

bonfire - describe your dream house.

cinnamon - if you had to live in a time period different than the present, which would you choose and where?

cobweb - (if you’ve graduated) do you miss high school?

cranberry - what’s one physical feature that you get complimented on?

maize - share the weirdest encounter you’ve had with a stranger on the street.

quilt - how do you take your tea (or coffee)?

pumpkin - do you think that humans are inherently good or bad?

moonlit - are you a neat or messy person? Is your room / house orderly?

flannel - have you ever gone on a bad date? 

cocoa - if you could have any type of hair, what colour and cut would you have?

ghost - is there someone that you miss having in your life?

[frostedsun]

Malapert for Odelle.

Malapert - Clever in manners of speech. 

Alaryk always found Odelle the most interesting when she spoke.

She crafted her words like she played chess, everything had a purpose. Every bit of information she let slip on her tongue built upon the foundation of her arguments. But she was quick to respond, and always had the final word. At least, when he was not there to gladly steal it from her.

Alaryk could also see the very deliberate words she kept far from her lips. Things like “friendship”, “love”, and “family” were as good as a foreign tongue to her. 

Yet still, like he did, they found their way into her heart.

“I can’t say I have many friends,” Odelle said, sending the last of her notebooks into the fire, “but I do not feel envious. I feel honored enough to be considered one of yours.”

Alaryk looked up from the fireplace where he was stuck staring. All he could do was nod in return, and try to calm the lightning that struck his chest.

Her words were reckless then, but the purpose was so wonderfully clear.