#junnaya

[les8ean]

can you tell where i stopped trying

[les8ean]

Who are these OCs of yours?

lesse here we got...

Alliya (picrew used)Gardener, Cryptozoologist, Conspiracy Theorist, Alien Hunter, and all around cutie

Alyren (picrew used)Master Restoration Mage, Ex-Psijic, Effectively Immortal (through her masterful restoration magic (and some stolen Psijic knowledge)), and your local trans lesbian

Corvo (picrew used)My first real OC, i made her as a HUGE coping mechanism while i was going through some really tough shit. she’s got the most tragic of tragic backstories and has also been through a lot of trauma but!!!! as i’ve gotten into a better place so has she!!!!! she’s now a happily married lesbian who studies entomology in her spare time and works at the local animal shelter and library

E-K (picrew used)Homeless Wandered, Friends with Everyone, genuinely one of the nicest people you’ll ever meet, kinda a himbo. He’s Fish’s dad

Fish (picrew used)Feral Goblin Baby Supreme. jus a littel creachur

Junnaya (picrew used)Immortal Dark-Brotherhood Assassin. Cicero is the only motherfucker in the Skyrim sanctuary that she has any respect for. has a love-hate relationship with the Night Mother (it’s complicated). she’s actually a khajiit but.......... i haven’t made her in many furry picrews yet sdhfksdjahgfshglhdk

Ketiit (picrew used)another khajiit OC, Ketiit used to be a child-slave on a small remote island in Summerset, along with @69420coolman‘s OC Har-Kanain (an argonian). the two escaped when they were teens (Ket 14, Har 16) and Junnaya found them and took them in. Ketiit has a lot of pent up anger from her years of being mistreated, and is using adventuring to help her get through it. she’s also a werewolf, and a member of the Companions, and is a pretty damn good alchemist. she killed her bitch-ass master and freed all the other slaves there. She and Har have a really complicated backstory involving Hircine and reincarnation and ancient khajiit and argonians fighting the invading imperials, but i won’t get into it right now skjghksdfhgk

Llelewyn (picrew used)another of my first real OCs!!! along with Corvo, they were made around the same time and both helped me deal with different stuff. Llel is also Corvo’s wife now!!!!!! the two both went through HELL cause of me so i figured i might as well give them a happy ending UwU

Magpie (picrew used)Corvo’s older sister, Magpie is a punk-rock rebel girl who doesn’t take shit from anyone. she’s in a rock band that’s just one big happy poly relationship. they have a cat named Titan, he’s a deaf maine-coon they rescued and sometimes he’ll just wander on stage during gigs. all of her bands songs are either: - fuck the government- there can be no ethical consumption under capitalism- yeah i’m queer you wanna fuckin fight about it- i’m gonna scream my emotions out in the car at 3am while doing 90 down the highway

Marren (picrew used)grumpy hacker who’s always tired because they stayed up for 3 days straight trying to get a program to work. built a robot with a self-aware A.I when they were 8 because they couldn’t make any friends. is dating Alliya and cannot believe she puts up with their bullshit (and is constantly questioning whether Alliya is just dating them out of pity because they had a p difficult childhood (dw, Alliya genuinely loves them, and they love her)). they probably watch Rick and Morty

Nova (picrew used)ghosty boyyy!!!! he can see ghosts and talk to them! he’s trans and gay and has lesbian mums! he’s Corvo’s cousin and cares for her deeply. his bf (E-K) is the love of his life and he wishes they got to spend more time together (dw, they get married one day ;3)

Oberonn (picrew used)the middle child in between Corvo and Magpie. he’s a college drop-out who runs an illegal chemist/apothecary out of his garage where he sells people medication that they need but can’t afford to get elsewhere (anti-depressant, adhd meds, etc). there’s a 90% chance at any given time that he hasn’t left the house in a week and hasn’t slept that entire time. insomniac “““doctor””” who just. needs to learn some self-care. please. go take a shower.

r0bb1e (picrew used)Marren’s robot friend! he’s an asshole. but really, he’s very much like Marren (also an asshole (kinda, they tend to push people away so they can’t get hurt)). will download your favourite show and spoil the ending. had to spend a month as a roomba once when his body broke and Marren had to fix it. 

Raven (picrew 1 - picrew 2)is she alive, living with witches and also amnesia? is she dead, haunting her twin sister? who knows! it all depends on the AU baby!!! Corvo’s twin sister who may or may not be dead. schroedinger’s Raven

Urndresi (picrew used)Dark elf mercenary. can and will steal your girl. dating Junnaya. ex-communicated herself from House Telvanni because she can’t fucking stand them, the slavery, the manipulation tactics, the magic (she sucks at magic and is petty about it), the “we’re better than you” attitude. goes around freeing slaves (mostly those owned by Telvanni) in her free team. is immortal, but is a lot less angsty about it than Junnaya (just kidding haha she’s actually internalising enough emotions to kill a dragon)

[les8ean]

last night at like 11pm i got it in my head that i had to figure out what all my OCs would be as gems and ended doing all this until 1am (which is why her eyes look weird (i redraw a sample this morning next to her) and she has no hands) will probably draw the others later, i'm trying to get into drawing again reblogs > likes ♥️

[les8ean]

Been working on reference sheets for my OCs, 3 down ?? To go!

[les8ean]

The Snow and The Stars (epilogue)

AKA: I was writing a short OC story to show my friend and it turned into a fuckin novel (story under readmore (please tell me if the readmore didn't work, i'm on mobile))

Junnaya carried a sleeping Apollo up stairs to his room. it had been a long exciting day for the boy, exploring the house, learning about the garden and forest, meeting the farm animals, running in the grass for the first time.

she flicked her tail and a green spark opener the bedroom door for her. she stepped over the wrapping paper and clothes that were still left on the floor from this morning, and gently laid Apollo onto the bed, where he sleepily nuzzled into his pillow. She picked the toy rabbit off the floor and tucked it into his arms to hug, then quietly left the room and shut the door.

she breathed a sigh of relief and felt a weight off her shoulders now that he wasn't by her side. certainly she adored him and was looking forward to taking care of him, but it was stressful having to take care of a child after so long without taking care of anyone. Junnaya headed downstairs to get a drink.

she stopped at the bottom of the stairwell and turned to the portrait of that had caught her eye earlier.

Urgh. she hated that dress.  in all the years she'd lived she'd never worn anything more uncomfortable. Her eyes wandered from the dress to the faces of her husband and daughter, and she sighed sadly. 93 years had gone by since they'd died, and this portrait was the only surviving record she had of their lives.

Junnaya had always thought that Ma'zirr and herself had been good leaders to their clan. But... apparently the clansfolk didn't feel the same. Junnaya still remembered waking up to rioting people outside; their yelling and their flaming torches. she remembered trying to get out but the exits had all been barricaded by the clansfolk. she remembered the screams and cries of her dear daughter Khimba, only 6, as the three of them huddled together in their final moments as the flames burned around them.

She remembered waking up, covered in ash, fur burnt, surrounded by the bodies of her loved ones.

after she'd recovered and escaped, she'd spent thousands of septims having the painting restored. and even now in its beautiful state it still wasn't exactly as it had once been.

Junnaya wiped the tears from her face and pushed her emotions back down. No. that was the past, this is now. This child, Apollo, this was a chance to reconcile for her past failures.

She carefully lifted the painting from its hook and moved it to her bedroom.

[les8ean]

The Snow and The Stars (p 2/2)

AKA: I was writing a short OC story to show my friend and it turned into a fuckin novel (story under readmore (please tell me if the readmore didn't work, i'm on mobile))

"we can travel across the world seeing all it has to offer us. I want to offer you freedom to do as you wish, and assistance in all your endeavors in life" she paused, to wait for a reply or reaction.

315 stared back at the Khajiit, his eyes welling with tears again. no one had ever spoken to him with such genuine kindness in their voice. in the day he'd known her, this khajiit assassin had shown him more love than anyone else had in his entire life.

He started nodding, trying and failing not to cry, then jumped forward and wrapped his arms around her, and she returned the favor. he didn't know what this interaction was called but he loved it.

After a few moments they released and 315 wiped the snot and tears from his face.

"well, i do believe" Junnaya declared, standing up "that a celebration of sorts is in order". She picked up some of the clothes from the gift and placed them in the boys lap. "Why don't you get dressed, and i'll start making us some breakfast. You can meet me downstairs when you're ready." she went to ruffle his hair before remembering his head was shaved, so she sort of just ended up rubbing his head, then she headed out the door and towards the kitchen.

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315 walked carefully down the stairs, drawn by a smell so sweet and delicious it made his mouth water. As he walked he looked around the house.

It was quite large, and yet still seemed to feel a tad cluttered, with overflowing bookshelves and precarious piles of things leaning against the walls. Lining the walls of the stairway were portraits, some done with simple charcoal on paper, and others in beautiful oil paintings. All of them seemed to feature the Khajiit who'd rescued him. There was one in particular that caught 315's eye, which was helped in a gorgeous dark brown wooden frame that was covered in gorgeous and painstakingly done carvings. In the painting she sat with a khajiit child in her lap, and a khajiit man standing at her side with his hand on her shoulder. Her hair was tied back into a bun and she wore an expensive looking blue dress, as well as a bejeweled golden necklace and a silver crown with blue jewels. The man was wearing a well fitting white and gold suit, with a red Cape  off one shoulder which had fur lining, and upon his head sat a golden crown with the same blue jewels embedded into it. Both the man and the woman were wearing matching rings on their fingers, and the child had the womans eyes but the man's fur. and although the painting looked quite old, the woman in the portrait looked near identical to how she looked now, bar the scar across her nose that the portrait didn't have.

when 315 reached the end of the stairs he found himself in a larger open room, with a fireplace at one end and a long, elaborately carved wooden dining table in the middle. the walls of the room were lined with display cases holding artifacts and gems and jewelry, and on plaques above them hung weapons of all shapes and sizes.

As 315 gazed around the room, the khajiit woman came out of a sideroom carrying a plate in each hand, both ladened with golden brown disks covered in a golden sauce.

"ah, good, you're here. i was worried you might get lost, this place is rather large." she remarked as the placed the plates down onto the table and sat down.

the boy sat down at the seat opposite Junnaya, and she pushed the plate of food towards him.

"pancakes with honey" she said. the boy stared at them for a moment, then picked one up with his bare hand and nervously licked it. immediately, his eyes went as big as saucers, and he attempted to shove the entire thing into his mouth. Junnaya laughed.

"careful now, don't make yourself sick" she joked, but as soon as the words left her mouth the boy stopped and looked at her in fear, then dropped his eyes to his plate guiltily, and ate slower. the smile dropped from Junnaya's face and she sighed. she decided to change the subject.

"I believe we are well overdue for introductions, no?" Junnaya asked. "My name is Junnaya Tsavassii, professional assassin and thief. This is my home." she said. "Do you... have a name?" she asked, taking a bite of her pancakes. The boy shook his head.

"The hosts are never given names. we're just given a designated number that we're addressed by... and that reminds us of all the ones before us who fail where we must succeed" he added the last part sadly, his eyes losing their light. "my number is 315." as he said the numbers he held up his hand and helped up the corresponding number of fingers.

Junnaya immediately wanted to yell and scream. those damned cultists had done this to 314 other kids?! she tried not to show her rage, but couldn't stop her tail flicking about.

She took a moment to compose herself.

"well that simply won't do" she said after a moment. she learned forward and rested her chin on her hands. "Do you have any idea of what sort of name you'd like?" she asked. 315 thought for a while, then shook his head.

"what name do you think i should use?" he asked. Junnaya was taken aback.

"well... a name is a very personal thing. it is something you will carry with you for your entire life, and even after it will stay with you."

"yeah, but i don't know anything about names or the world. you seem really smart and your name is really pretty! M- maybe you could suggest names and i'll pick one i like?" he asked.

Junnaya stared at him blankly for a moment. it had been a long time since anyone had called anything about her pretty.

"i suppose i could try. let me think..." Junnaya stared at 315, trying to think of a fitting name. first, she considered suggesting the name Lucien, the name of her long dead mentor and good friend. But she cast that idea aside; no point churning up the past, the name only filled the pit of her stomach with guilt and sadness at not being able to save him from murder at the hands of a traitor- no no stop that. she quickly locked up those swirling emotions and put them away to deal with later.

next, her eye was caught by the portrait in the stairwell of her with her husband and daughter.  But again, she ignored that idea. naming this child after her long dead family would not only be confusing, but it would cause even more emotional toil than 'Lucien' would cause her.

No, she needed to think of something new, and fitting for the boy.

Then, she had an idea.

Junnaya raised one hand and clicked her fingers, causing a green spark. From somewhere upstairs came a thump and a crashing sound, which made 315 jump and made Junnaya swear in khajiiti under her breath. then, a book came floating down the stairs and towards Junnaya, held aloft by a green glow. she held her hand out and the book dropped into it.

As Junnaya flipped through the pages, 315 read the cover. it read "Tamrielic Stars, Constellations, and Celestial Bodies". he held his breath in anticipation.

"How about... Apollo" she finally suggested, lowering the book. "It is the name of a moon, and is also believed to have once been the name of an ancient and long forgotten deity. the name can mean Lion, strength, or light." she read out.

315 said the name out loud, feeling it on his tongue. he imagined being addressed as it. did it feel right? He did like the idea of having a name related to the stars, and even more so he liked the idea of having a name that related him to some deity OTHER than Herma Mora.

he looked up and smiled at Junnaya.

"yeah" he grinned "i really like that name!". Junnaya smiled back, then stood up and walked around to his side of the table.

"Well, Apollo," she held her hand out to him "shall i show you around?"

Apollo took her hand and stood up, taking his first steps in a new life.

[les8ean]

Been drawing reference pages for all my OCs but really happy with how this pic of my khajiit OC came out :3