୨୧ Himi - 25 - She / Her - EST - MDNI ୨୧
Featured OC in layout: MOLLY.
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happy 20th birthday my girl i love you <3 sorry for traumatizing you every other day
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name: calliope stella leggieri
known as: callie
title: the nymph
status: pc
age: 20
pronouns: she/her
gender: cis female
sexuality: lesbian
nationality: british-italian
species: hellhound ;)
birthday: november 14th, 2005 (today!)
height: 5’0”
hair color: crimson
eye color: green
job: prostitute, dancer, masseuse, model, musician
sign: scorpio
residence: orphanage
appearance: 5'0". long curly hair. naturally a golden brown but she died it crimson. bright green eyes. ddd titties. kinda chubby and has a nice tummy :3 she has pierced ears, and a brand on her ass from being sent to the ufarm. she is quite chronically ill, and will occasionally walk with a limp due to the issues with her joints.
likes: all eyes on her, poetry, listening to music, acting, playing instruments, singing, the hunger games, snoopy, project sekai
dislikes: all eyes on her, swimming, people who leave, the vast majority of men
purity: 0/6
physique: 6/6
willpower: 3/6
beauty: 13/13
promiscuity/exhibitionism: 6/6, 6/6
deviancy: 6/6
transformation(s): callie is a hellhound and has both the wolf and succubus tfs! they aren't necessarily tfs- she would have acquired them even if she wasn't in doltown.
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calliope was born in milan to two italian parents, tomas and martina. they lived in newcastle, but callie was born in milan on a rare instance of martina trying to get along with her family. callie had a younger sister named helen, who was born in turin for similar reasons. the family lived in newcastle until callie was 4, when tomas was offered a job as a doctor in doltown. martina worked as a traveling musician. martina, though, was descended from a powerful magical mafia conglomerate. their powers had begun to manifest in callie and helen. callie inherited her mother's powers. helen's power was unique. tomas’ coworkers grew suspicious of martina and the girls. martina and tomas finally decided to take their family and leave town, returning to newcastle, but before they could, the family got into a car accident. tomas and martina were instantly killed. callie dragged a severely injured helen out of the car and held her until the paramedics took her away.
the car accident was actually orchestrated. the easiest explanation is that tomas' coworkers at the asylum were behind it. the true explanation is a tangled web of reasons between the members of martina's extended family, a history of political disagreement and struggle for change. of course, callie doesn’t know the causes of the car accident. she thinks that her entire family is dead, and she grew up in the orphanage. she quickly went from a loving home to a scary, unwelcoming place. and she learned quickly what happened to the orphans who couldn’t pay, even as a kid. she’s long since grown apathetic to the goings-on of the town, and views sex as transactional.
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callie is quite outgoing, witty, and sassy, and can frequently be found flirting with her friends or complaining about her knees.
callie is a very curious person. she has self-preservation instincts, she just… doesn’t use them. but she doesn’t get herself into situations that she knows she won’t be able to get out of. callie is always, always in control. she might be small, but she’s got no shortage of strength, and her finger is constantly on the pulse of the flow of information in town. get on her bad side, and trouble is in your future. blackmail is her forte. on a similar note, callie is extremely precise and measured. she’s very careful about what she says. she doesn’t wield words foolishly.
callie has adhd, which you will probably be able to notice after one interaction with her. because of this, she suffers from rejection sensitive dysphoria, and will struggle greatly after a perceived rejection. this is not helped by the fact that she is not the most morally upright person. she doesn’t want to be bad, but she doesn’t always have the best sense of what the consequences of her actions could be. her desires usually win out over her sense.
callie is easy to seduce. to her, sex is transactional. if she can get something out of it, she’ll probably do it, whether that “something” is money, pleasure, or an emotional connection. she’s had sex with most of her friends.
callie is snarky and easily irritated. she’s polyamorous, but still possessive of the people she views as “hers,” but this usually stays in relatively healthy territory. she works primarily for briar, which is extremely unhealthy for her but she does it anyway, because she's a top owner. she also works as a model, masseuse, and dancer.
callie is a talented singer and actress. she has a lot of joint problems and often finds herself unable to move after a hard night at work. she is mostly nocturnal. she loves the poet alda merini because martina loved her. her magic is a kind of “charm.” she has
callie is addicted to cocaine and opiates. she smokes a lot as well. briar got her addicted to drugs to make her more pliant and usable. she's spent a good amount of time on the underground farm, and repeated hypnoses by harper have led to her having hypnosis traits.
more on her later :3 i love her she's the most important girl in the world to me
Molly is so cute oml its 7qm and im crying over her design
Guaaaaah- Thank you!! (QwQ)
As of right now she's my biggest fixation and favorite OC but also one of the ones I'm most insecure about because she's so important to me atm and because-
All of the fandoms I've been in up until DoL would crucify you if you gave your OC's any pre-existing relationship to a canon character. So the fact that she and her relationship to Whit have been so well received has really made me so, so happy, genuinely.
It's allowed me to explore one of the most interesting character dynamics I've ever played with more happily and safely with others.
And also I'm just over the moon that people think my little pink daughter is as cute as I do EEP-
I hope you know there is a world in which Molly is up at 7 am crying over you because she loves you and thinks you're cute.
(also if you've been looking at my carrd for art, it has NOT been updated recently and I have MORE NYEHEHEHEE-)
is ur whitney a siscon by any chance or is he just standard assedhole
This depends on which Whitney we're talking about!
I know I currently only have one design up on my art carrd for what mine is supposed to look like but it's 1. Outdated, and 2. All of my OC's/PC's have different versions of their LI's/PoI's/etc.
So, naturally, Serena's Whitney is just her special little assedhole, Molly doesn't exist, Whitney has no younger sibling.
But Molly's? :))))))
(Yes, usually. The degree of exactly how much they are depends on how I'm feeling in the moment because sometimes I love completely debauched, overtly nutty over it and doesn't care who knows I'm going to show you off to my friends, look at my adorable little sister and watch how cute she is when she squirms for me, fuck nasty but frantic in semi-public so we don't get caught in the alleyway because I couldn't control myself - vibe and other times I love the crippling internal guilt, trying sooo hard to hide it and be a good older sibling, battling with the taboo feelings and giving in despite it all in ways I think I won't get caught in, knowing it's so wrong but still loving one another and the things we do to each other so much, we cling together like our lives depend on it but can never truly say how we feel and I could never imagine myself like this with anyone else, I'm a disgusting pervert and hate myself but that doesn't stop me from snatching the used panties before they go into the wash just for a minute -
And either way they're both all that the other has left of their ‘real’ family, they're drawn back to one another no matter what happens because they ARE family and have had to watch out for one another for so long.. Maybe it only makes sense that they just.. Stay together. Forever?
Whitney would never trust anyone to take care of Molly as well as they can regardless, and Molly would be hard pressed to get as attached to anyone as she is to Whitney, no one could ever quite make her feel as safe anymore.)
Who does your PC or OC think is the safest in Dol town, and who is the most dangerous, someone they wouldn’t want to get close to at all?
You're not bothering at all! Thank you so much for sending me an ask, I love answering OC questions!
For Serena - She believes that the safest person to be around in DoLtown is Robin. They're meek, well-meaning, and weak. A pleasant person to be around that she could easily fight off if she needed to, luckily it doesn't seem like she will ever need to.
For Molly - The safest person in the entire town is her older sibling, Whitney! They're confident and strong and they'd never hurt her! (Right?) They'll protect her from anyone bad in town that wants to hurt her, she just wishes they didn't avoid her at school so much.
For Rafielle - No one is safe. No one has ever been safe. Not the people, not the animals, not even the fuckin' plants. The only person that might end up being okay if she were to meet them is Alex, solely because they're so far removed from the town, and: alcoholism? She can deal with that.
The person she thinks the most dangerous is definitely Bailey. A majority of her suffering has been at the caretakers hands. They're the worst of the worst to her.
Both Molly and Serena agree that one of the most dangerous people in town is Harper. Molly refuses to be anywhere near them or near medical staff because of them. Serena will get involved if she has to but if it's not a requirement? Hell no. Bailey is a runner up for Serena here, though.
Yippee finished this art for @poppetite of their PC Molly
I did some experimenting with style and stuff hence the vastly different styles but I hope u like!!
also a lil Serena :D
cute PC!!!!
Redid this chart for Molly (will do Serena's eventually) and made one for my newest girl Rafielle.
For Molly the darker pink-ish is how she can be with an actual partner, the lighter pink is her baseline.
Rafielle is beyond awkward and hopes her actions speak louder than her words in most things. (Also Raf has been changed to 19-20'ish.)
Girl's wardrobe's! I don't know how happy I am with Serena's because she's actually kind of hard to figure out.. She wouldn't change clothes much at all unless she had to and it would be fairly generic stuff if left up to her, so I guess hers is more of a 'if she was forced to wear cute themed things.'
Their charts. It's difficult when one parent has been absent (dead) their whole lives to place things sometimes. (A similarity I didn't actually realize until making these.)
more dol baseball... i wanted to post this sooner but aaaaah distracted.... (it might actually be koshien season now which i guess is appropriate)
and thank you to the people who lent me their PCs! (i am so sorry it took this long 😔) in order they are from @goldbiscuit, miyubunn_, Karmi_nee, blksrw, Himinyas, Edens_Princess, and EroticaDDream (untagged ones are from twitter)
Great Hawk (m) x Reader - CW / TW's : You are technically not here by choice (Stockholmed / Kidnapped.) Reader is written to be generally gender neutral, however there are multiple instances of GH referring to you as 'wife.' Great Hawk obviously written as a monster-person (harpy.) No smut (yet) but definitely intimate.
Dappled sunlight filters through the cracks in the brick barricades surrounding your nest, the thin rays catch on dust motes floating through the air overhead. Your eyes fixed upwards on the ceiling follow the motes about while your finger tips continue their task in sifting through the downy feathering just above your.. Spouse's nape.
His head hangs limply against your shoulder, steady breaths puffing against the skin exposed by the collar of your shirt. Warm, consistent, and when he feels your nail's scrape pleasantly against the plumage his throat begins to rumble. It's a sound you've grown used to by now, though it had startled you at first.
What sort of bird purrs? You'd thought.
This one, apparently. But it was a happy noise, you knew now, and.. It was cute.
A lot of things about your impromptu spouse were, actually. Much to your surprise, the giant hawk like being that had snatched you right from the ground and rattled you about fifty feet in the air for two hours before dumping you in a decrepit tower and trying to feed you lurkers was.. Cute.
Guilelessly charming, eager to please, affectionate in a way that didn't demand reciprocation, and most importantly: valued your consent. That last one was more than anyone back in town could say.
He reminded you of those sweet, colorful little birds you'd often see in the pet store. The kind that would flit over and cuddle up in the crook of your neck, contently grinding their tiny beaks and taking seeds from your hand with avian delicateness. Of course, they would often fling the remnants back into your hair, or nibble strands off in their attempts to show you love back, but those silly troublesome tidbits almost made them cuter.
Budgies, you remember the sign beside the cage said. Alongside a startling cheap price tag for something so alive.
You would've liked to have one, but Bailey would've never allowed it. Even if you snuck one in, there were plenty of ways it could've gotten hurt. Imagining them makes you shudder internally and halt that train of thought.
Besides, you had a bigger, better budgie right here, didn't you?
You take in a deep, soothing breath that leaves you soon after with a bit of an unintentional tremble. The scent of sun and something grassy- damp moss you think- mixes with the grounding weight of the harpy's body atop your own, allowing you to slip into a semi-mindless state of content relaxation.
Your mind wanders, as it tended to do when you have nothing else to occupy your time with in the tower.
You think of the food you used to eat. It wasn't like you were starving here, but the Terror's idea of cuisine wasn't exactly up to human standards.
Where did the budgies like to be scritched? Neck... Maybe a little higher?
You think of your classmates, your.. Friends, if you could even call them that. Had they even noticed you were gone? Had they put fliers of your face up on the walls?
Your fingers shift up, grazing the sensitive feathering that tended to perk and droop with the Great Hawk's emotions. Like ears, you figured. The Great Hawk shivers, sighing against your neck.
You think of Robin. They would have definitely noticed your absence by now, right? You hoped they hadn't tried to go looking for you. You hoped they were okay, that they were managing without you, somehow. Rent was hard to keep up with after all-
Maybe higher? Just a bit, the top of the head?
There were some places you weren't supposed to pet the budgies, you remembered the shop-keep warning you when you'd gotten too overzealous in scritching and stroking.
Where were they again..?
Your questing finger tips slide through the silky, feather-like lengths that crested the Terror's skull. Careful to avoid catching on any of the little ornaments or braids you'd placed in them as the digits stroke through his hair, then down the length of it. He stiffens, but you don't notice.
Rent. Shit, rent. Bailey. Was Bailey looking for you? Still racking up your debt even when you weren't there? Adding interest for the missed payments? taking it out on Robin-?
Your hands movements had become panicked, harsher than intended, without your realizing. Even the thought of Bailey, of missing your payments, sending your stress levels through the half crumbled away roof.
"Wife.."
The tender call of your title breaks through the melodic ambience of his previous purring, a dove like coo which snaps you from getting lost in your own mind.
You sputter, eyes wide as they meet the Terror's own. Large, almost-owlish, olive green depths that you are so used to seeing sparkle with affection and mischief find your focus now with concern.
His head tilts, inquisitive.
"Wife is scared. Touch is tight." He keeps his voice low as if speaking to some small, startled animal. One taloned hand raising to brush in a mimicry of your own loving caresses against your hair.
"I-.. Sorry, I didn't mean to-" You release your grip immediately, but he hushes you with as best a shh as he can manage, throat clicking in that distinctly avian way you've come to no longer associate with horror movie dinosaurs and instead his attempts to soothe.
"Wife safe. Wife safe." He repeats, that same coaxing coo as he leans in. He nuzzles you, almost like a large cat, or.. How the budgies snuggled you before. Nose gently bumping against your own as his purring resumes but deeper this time, drawing you back into the comfortable contentment it's supposed to exemplify.
And it works. The purring, his closeness, the warmth of his body and breath against your face - The security, it helps.
You sigh again, more noticeably shaky. Heartbeat from pounding drums that hurt your ribs to measured, steady beats.
You're quiet for a moment, taking it in, then you laugh. A hushed, breathless thing, relieved almost.
".. Thank you."
Your gratitude is met with an even softer, pleased trill as the Terror pulls back just enough to meet your gaze again, his own shining with that unconditional love that makes your chest ache for an entirely different reason.
But it only lasts a moment before his eyes clench tightly shut, a sharp intake of breath while his feathers puff up in a way you've only seen happen when he's agitated. The sight makes you still as well, blinking widely, just in time for him to call your title again.
It's still soft, but laced with a graveling husk as he breathes out a hot breath that sends an unexpected tingle zipping up your spine.
His eyes flutter open again, half-mast through unfairly thick lashes, their gorgeous green nearly fully eclipsed by dilated pupils.
Your mind races, boggled by the sudden shift, only to then realize that your hand has slipped down between his shoulder blades in the panic-laden chaos.
The budgies love to be pet! But remember to keep the scritching above the neck, otherwise-
A flush begins to creep up your neck, cheeks burning as the warning returns to your memory.
.. Tell-tale poking near your thigh draws your attention downwards, but you don't have to look to understand what's happened.
He looks almost apologetic, lips tight and thin despite the silent pleading that consumes his gaze. He avoids meeting yours, as if ashamed of his own biological response. One you'd inadvertently triggered.
You swallow the nerves that have bundled in your throat, shaking yourself from your flustered stupor with a light toss of your head back and forth.
Your lips twitch upwards with a warm smile, the hand on his back gentling as it strokes over the area in slow circles now.
The motion draws another, almost whimpered, gasp from the terror. His body seizing tautly above yours: Wings twitching from their folded sheath against his back, taloned hands shoving down to grip in a restraining hold against the nest below you both with a force that would have frightened you if you weren't totally certain that he would never employ it against you.
"Shh, it's okay." Your turn now. You assure him, free hand raising to cup his cheek. It's as soft as the rest of him.
The terror seems to lose some of his tension, lower lip wobbling as he leans into your touch with a hushed, plaintive warble. Those feathered 'ears' of his droop.
You nuzzle him this time, drawing him closer with your careful hold so that when you lie back fully against the nest, he follows.
"Wife." He whispers this time, against your lips, which his eyes can't seem to help but flick down to.
"Mhm." You nod slowly, shifting your hips so you can comfortably lift your legs and hook them against his hips with a guiding squeeze.
He's still stiff at first, but the squeeze is enough.
He goes pliant, hands leaving the nest to hold your face in turn. But just for a moment before his warm palms slide down.
Over the sides of your neck, your shoulders, your upper arms. The touch leaves goosebumps in its wake, heat settling in a steady bloom across your cheeks now rather than a mortified inferno.
You breathe out, silent permission, and he trills again. Lips meeting yours in a careful, tentative kiss. Just a brush, really. Then another, and one against the side of your mouth, one on your cheek, the bridge of your nose, your brow- His hands find purchase against your sides, clawed thumbs rubbing slow circles just below your ribs. His lips find yours once more.
This kiss lingers, not invasively, but tenderly. Every opportunity to pull away given as he begins to purr again. The sharp tips of his talons glide down your lower body, the scrape purposeful and pleasant, tempting you into an arch below him while he swallows the ensuing gasp.
Hips in his hands, grip firm, he shifts forwards, securing you beneath him just as he needs you. His heat slots against you and his kisses shift again.
Trailing ghosting brushes of his lips to your jaw then along it until he nips the skin just below your ear with dangerously sharp teeth.
The ones you've seen rip open squirming prey alive until sinew drips down the front of his body and bloodies his feathers a brilliant scarlet.
But used so intentionally gently with you when they find your neck now instead.
