🐑imane🐑

she/her || 20s || cursed Ꮚ´ꈊ｀Ꮚ ((rp/oc blog))

[imanewe]

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. hihihi!! this account is for oc posting and rping with friends <3 

-blog desc. is for my character, I personally use she/they and am 19

- anything said ooc will be tagged with #emmem speaks!!! 

-in depth tagging system below!! enjoy ur stay ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

୨♡୧ ° ⋆୨♡୧ ° ⋆୨♡୧ ° ⋆✩ᏊꈍꈊꈍᏊ ୨♡୧ ° ⋆୨♡୧ ° ⋆୨♡୧ ° ⋆

images:: #grazing

art:: #fleece

gifs:: #roving fields

⋆˙⟡♡my characters::

🐑 #imane:: she/her :: 20s 

🍬 #liara:: she/her :: 14 

🩸 #aniyis:: she/her :: 24

🔮 #effea:: she/they :: 18

⚔️ #civir:: he/him :: 20

🦋 #ah (adopt from @imasyd):: she/her :: adult

🌙 #naakesh :: he/him :: 28

🫀 #eska :: she/her :: 16

🌓 #mika :: he/him :: 25

📖 #storyteller :: he/they :: ~110

🐾 #remi :: he/she :: 24

⋆˙⟡♡friend ocs::

::#naia::#otto::#jianlin::#emil::#sakanai::#jackknife::#eryn::#ainsley::

↪ -@kaoala // @naia-beast

::#sachi::#wires::#mirinae::#nabyeol::#mel::#ghost::#tuomo::#baskain::

↪ -@imasyd // @corvidlock

::#berwin::#cliff::

↪ -@delgalatchino​ // @bbbearwin

::#panelis::#donnel::#cammy::

↪ -​@vihala // @poluticus

[yolkylemon]

imane’s mom

[yolkylemon]

i can be yuor angle…

[yolkylemon]

what if i necromancied your body to be my body and it’s now slowly decomposing with my head attached to it what then

[yolkylemon]

nooooo don’t lose yourself mind body and soul to your revenge you’re so sexy aha

[yolkylemon]

when you’re a paladin but your creator hates drawing armor so half the time you’re just a thirst trap

[yolkylemon]

BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS YOU!

[yolkylemon]

chews on you

jackknife belongs to @kaoala !!

[yolkylemon]

second image is very important btw.

nabyeol belongs to @imasyd !!🤍

[yolkylemon]

journeying out to end the curse that’s plagued ur family for generations and finding love and the power of being yourself on the way 🫶

[yolkylemon]

amnesiac with a vague sense of self punches people about it

-adopted from @imasyd

[yolkylemon]

bastard prince to selectively mute hermit pipeline. of course you have pink hair

[yolkylemon]

girls who see denji and go “he’s just like me!”

[yolkylemon]

let the ink run

[memorycycle]

the puddle and the dog fell in love and the sun was hot that day and the puddle said drink me ill be gone soon anyway and the dog couldnt hold back his tears

[yolkylemon]

‘skibidi rizz’ sayer battles teenage angst

[imanewe]

I feel like you never tell me anything about yourself, Storyteller, even though I want to get to know you~

How about 🎂 and 👪? and if you don't mind me asking, ❄️?

- Nabyeol <3

"I fear you'll find there is simply nothing that interesting about me, najma. Though, if you insist on asking, I suppose a few concessions couldn't hurt!" He grins beneath his mask, ever indulgent of Nabyeol's whims.

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it?

"I was born late into winter, though of course 'winter' where I'm from is a bit different from how you may know it. It's been a few decades since I thought to celebrate..."

His eyes flit awkwardly at the memory of hard times, unsure where to land with the weight of it all. He gives an insecure shrug.

"They began to blend together, after a while." A blink, and their eyes lighten with mirth, rough moment pushed aside. "This upcoming birthday, let's make a big shebang out of it. I'm sure I'll be up for it with you!"

👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

He gives an exaggeratedly world weary sigh. "I'm the middle of 5 children. It was unbearable! No attention but for when I did something wrong," He grimaces. "Still, I find I've somehow managed to miss them most days, my baby sister especially. A trip home is long overdue."

❄️ SNOWFLAKE - do people consider them cold? if so, what made them this way?

Storyteller spends the majority of their nights as the center of attention in taverns and public spaces. They regale their crowds with tales of dashing heroics and tragic ends, the audience enraptured with their every word. They gasp at all the right parts, cry out when the suspense gets too much to bear, and applaud when its all over. They thank him for the good times, for the drinks, and drunkenly stumble on to bed. It's late, after all, and no one thinks twice about where the Storyteller must go after the story is told. "He was perfectly endearing" they say the next day. Though, when asked, not a single person Storyteller spent the night with could tell you his favorite color, his plans for tomorrow, his name. Storyteller spends the majority of his nights surrounded by others, and also entirely alone.