#oc rhea

[insufficiently-advanced]

more art of rhea, my aaracokra paladin! commission by @beebeedibapbeediboop !

[delicacydescendants]

Quick meme redraw! +Templates for you to insert your OCs into. :3

[thevalkyriewarrior]

A redesign of a teenage super hero in training Alien for a Masks game I played ages ago. I hope to replay her someday

[drekkahedron]

Rhea Blizzard, the daughter of oreo milkshake from my imaginary doll line, Delicacy Descendants: the Culinary Chronicles!!

I really like how she turned out, my little yeti gal :]

[fay-run]

are we not one in the same?

you, raised like cattle from birth. your blood perverted, corrupted, letting you change your likeness at a moments notice. a gift, they told you. a miracle. but it was no miracle. "father" thrust this upon you before you were even a quickening in helena's womb. this was a curse. you were a puppet, and they showered you with prayers and praises to keep you from seeing. the ultimate assassin, you would be.

then i came. it called to me when i was young, too young to understand. sometimes i still feel the warmth of the blood on my hands, the blood of the ones who raised me from my "birth". i ran, and ran and ran and ran, for years. i stole, i slaughtered, i starved, i survived. and i was barely human when the demon-butler found me. he promised me a home, safety, family. the years had not been kind to me, though i was still a child. i went to the temple and i found you and i felt it must have been fate. though much was still unknown to me, i knew you were my sister the moment i laid eyes on you.

sister. we were still so young. when we could steal away, we would braid each other's hair as we might have if we were born into a simple life. we laughed and cried and confided in one another. you told me how your mother beat you, i told you when i ran the temple one day, she would pay for laying her hands on my sister. it was then you swore yourself to me, to be my right hand when i rose to my birthright. though i think even then, the bitterness in you festered. i saw it when you killed your mother the next week, as if only you should have the right. the demon told me i should have sarevok punish you. perhaps i should have.

the blasphemy i had thought but never uttered during those early years in the temple. how badly i wanted to take you out of that wretched undercity and out into the wilds of faerun. but i was so frightened. i was being threatened and praised as bhaal's chosen-to-be in the very same breath. i was safe for the first time since feeling that blood on my hands. who would i be to take you out to the streets, to endure what i had endured? helena was a witch; but trust me when i say she was nothing to the monsters i had faced.

years passed. a decade; two. a wedge was driven between us beyond our control, tension thickening and thickening until it threatened to snap. pawns. our rivalry was fabricated for the entertainment of a cruel god. neither of us could see beyond our hate; hatred that, when pulled back, was only a cover for the most painful type of love. a love that was not strong enough to withstand fate. because, dear sister, this end was fated from the very beginning.

he knew we would find comfort in one another when we were young, he knew we would see ourselves as one in the same. he knew his influence would place the seed of distrust in the two of us until it grew and grew, taller and faster than we could ever hope to control it. he knew you would betray me.

in many ways, i betrayed you, too.

i was angry for a long time. now, as i stand above your pile of gore, i am just sad. it is over, i am free of him. forever. but why does freedom taste so bitter? is it because i know you were never given this chance i was? is it because i am suddenly remembering you for who you once were to me? you loved the stars when you were a girl. you said you believed each one was its own world, and if the fates had shifted even only slightly, we might have been born on one of them instead.

my sister, i loved you. my sister, i mourn you.

[artemiseamoon]

Sneak peek: Is this how it ends?

Next chapter is in the works, I’m about 70% done…loose eta is 10/16 on A03!

Fic info

Pope adjusted the volume on the record player, lingering there until he got it right where he wanted it.

“Light those.” He ordered.

The butler quickly lit all the candles on the long table, then took a step back, almost blending in with the wall until he was called for something else.

Eyeing the dinner spread, Pope moved closer to the table and sniffed the open bottle of wine, then put it down. As he heard oncoming footsteps, he faced the doorway and waited for them to enter.

Rhea adjusted the front of her dress again, catching the lingering gaze of one of the guards. She shot him a sharp look, then crossed her arms as they guided her into the kitchen.

Pope slid his hands in his pockets, his eyes greedily drinking her up. “Good evening, Hermosa.”

“I rather be in my own clothes.” She commented with a long stare. She felt boxed in, the guards on either side of her giving her very little space to herself.

Pope dismissed them with a flick of the hand, but they didn’t go too far away. From the corner of her eye, she could see one by the doorway, and another in the hall. Pope stepped into her space, lightly cupped her face with one hand, then leaned in to kiss her cheek.

When she reeled her head back, he didn’t move or step away. He didn’t even release his touch, he just smiled at her.

“Still angry?”

“Can we just get this over with?” She looked him in the eye, then moved to the seat furthest from him.

Pope watched with an amused expression, then motioned to the wine as he sat. “This dinner is special for you, all your favorites.”

[anni1600]

My OC Rhea in a pretty outfit

@susboi318116 my take on it, hope you like it <3

[gianttol]

Tiny poking their head out of the Giants pocket and giving them some good wisdom on frogs

frog prince giving some facts about being turned into a frog