#pomeline

[mystlocke]

Completely forgot to upload this on here lol

But quick relationship chart before I start getting into more backstory stuff /silly

Chart belongs to @bakuynedayi

[mintaikk]

Help my hyperfixation on Cookie run seeped into my OCs and when practicing animal designs I accidently just turned Candy Apple Cookie into a sheep (rya sheep, specifcally)🥲

Idrc though, bcuz I still love her a lot. This was actually the second character I designed with this background (the first being Nevaeh), and I absolutely love the color clash on this one.

While she is obviously inspired by Candy Apple Cookie, Pomeline was more inspired by the idea of sheep in general and what they represent. In catholicism, sheep are the animals of innocence, but they're also followers; they follow the herd and do what they're told without a second thought. And that's what my girl Pomeline does. She grew up in a cult, and everyone around her tells her that being eaten as an innocent prey animal is the highest honor one could achieve, so that's what she wants. She wants to be the sacrificial bride and receive the highest honor that someone from her cult could receive; being eaten by a wolf. Her innocence and following the herd is what led to her downfall.

[greek-sunflower]

GUYS

Look at this adorable art of Kharmion and Pomeline (the artist's OC!) from over on OC Social Network! Their user over there is mwte_harpy. This is adorable 🥰

[lonelimbless]

Luno! And his cousin, Pomeline.

[thebuhonerodazorrow]

Gotham Academy #15

Year Book part 2

Dc

[thecatalogueofroyalfashion]

Queen Letizia  ||  blouse by Ana María Rodríguez for Pomeline 

[gabriellademonaco]

Queen Letizia’s Outfits 2022

[insertmesoftly]

Belos x Potion Master Oc (Pomeline)

Belos is not close to anyone. What if he's as that theory goes, human-turned-monster and his bias for witches and superiority complex, he thinks he's above making nice with the people in the Isles. Basically, he has no friends, only people that idolize him and listen to him. Enter Pomeline.

What I think their backstory could ashamedly be is, they were bullied in school for their poor magic. They sucked at most classes because of their low magic pool and could only thrive in memorizing potions. But it still wasn't enough. It wasn't until they found Wooful, a sickly looking, slobbery, sniffily and incredibly tiny dog palisman, one day in the woods as they cried, that they got better at potions. He helped them immeasurably with their confidence and in redirecting their weak magic. Finally, they felt better about their life... and then came the convention.

Something happened. For the first time in a while, Belos was to make an appearance to 'inspire the next generation.' He didn't like the idea, but it beat everything else he put off for this. His speech about the Emperor's Coven having a place for everyone struck a chord with Pomeline. To be a part of something prestigious would finally give them the respect they wanted... maybe they could do it...

.... those dreams were immediately at risk when the bullies were back to tormenting them. Once the speech was over, they led them to the backrooms by stealing Wooful, and they did the usual bullying thing. It frustrated Pomeline enough into an outburst about them joining the Emperor's Coven, to which they just laughed... then stopped. They dropped Wooful and ran away. Pomeline picked him up and hugged him. They heard Belos's voice from behind.

'That was quite the speech.'

They snap their head around, gazing at the larger-than-life figure before them. They try apologizing but he shakes his head.

'I meant what I said about the coven being for anyone driven enough.' He taps his mask in thought and moves to walk away before his assistants come to take him away. 'I hope you keep that... motivation.'

... Well, there was their inspiration. They work hard. They keep at their studies and bear through the pain of bettering their magic. They focus on potions... thrive in it actually... and yet.

They.

Still.

Suck.

At every other kind of magic.

They've been rejected by the Emperor's Coven numerous times. Their faith is faltering. Even their Potions coven coworkers sneer at them after their twentieth rejection. They just can't cut it. They must settle. They're a one trick pony.

.... they give it one last shot. The only competition left for the final spot open. Belos will even make an appearance...

..... after the strenuous screening and numerous defeated opponents, it's a tie between them and one other person. They're so close. So close. And when Belos has to make the decision.

He chooses the other. His reasoning? 'It's clear by your medical records that you’ve... struggled with your magic.'

'Yes... but! I've made up for it with-'

'We can't afford to have a member fail us at a crucial moment. This case is decided. You're much better at potions anyways, I'm sure you'll be more of use there.'

......

That was it?

After the last time they met him... this was all the care he had for people like them?

Liar. He lied. They're furious. They're disillusioned. They hate Belos. He's a liar.

They stew in their workshop. They perfect their potions skills and give up on studying everything else. It's as they stay locked in their work and gain the nickname of the 'hermit' that they make a breakthrough in replicating Palisman blood. The secret ingredient is one no one can replicate. Wooful's slobbery secretions. They'd meant to use it for their palisman, who's been getting sicker and more cracked with age, needing transfusions as it’s been getting harder to make his own, but Belos caught wind of it and... his condition being a secret... he had to go visit them for himself. Demand their continued patronage as... his subject.

Pomeline is not having it. They hate Belos... and here, somehow, with this little project of theirs, they have him desperately trying to extort them. To use them. .... so begins their strained partnership. They'll get materials and recognition within their coven. He'll get his juice and secrets kept safe.

It’s a cat and mouse game. They don’t start off liking each other at all but they need one another. A lot of passive aggressive remarks between them at first. Ugly worded pleasantries. Then the formalities are over slowly, and they begin being honest about how much they dislike having to spend time together.

From: 'I don’t know why you'd spend such a marvelous Saturday in my cold, dusty study, my lord.' 'Well of course it's only to spend more time with my favorite hard worker. Now be a dear please and close your journal to finish the concoction. I can see it half done in the corner over there.'

To: 'AGAIN? I JUST MADE YOU A BATCH LAST WEEK.' 'ARE YOU DAFT? DID YOU NOT SEE ANY NEWS? THAT DAMN WILD MAGIC USING WITCH BOMBARDED THE PALACE YESTERDAY! THEY EXPLODED MY ELIXIRS!' 'THAT'S A YOU PROBLEM, MY LORD, I HAVE OTHER PRESSING MATTERS TO ATTEND TO-' 'Do. Not. Lie to me WENCH I KNOW ITS YOUR DAY OFF.' 'I cant hear you goodbyeeeee!'

Pomeline starts getting targeted by someone jealous of Belos spending time with them. One of their coffee morning brews gets poisoned and the way Belos discovers this is late like. He'll try to summon them but their messenger gets sent back telling him they're sick, and he thinks, 'An excuse... hah. I wonder what they have now. Is it scurvy? The pox? How stupid. If I have to attend this meeting so do they-'

'But- my lord! They're really sick! Its some kind of poison, the medic coven says-'

'You think that a potion master wouldn't know how to poison themselves to get out of a meeting? Especially them?' he hisses. 'How crude. I'll put a stop to this.'

'Emperor Belos??'

He goes to visit em and he's talking all this shit, poking them, saying that he KNOWS they're faking, God damn, nobody moans THAT loud from an upset stomach...

But... their eyes aren't opening. They're gasping for every breath. Finally, his brows furrow in thought and he asks the medic in charge of them.

'What poison was it?'

They stammer the response. It was a highly potent one. They wouldn't subject themselves to this kind of torture. He gets serious, looking for the culprit, making sure they're being taken care of in their uncomfortable coma. He finds who did it... and they're eradicated. Made an example of. When they finally wake up... he's at their side. He looks tired. They look like shit.

'I can't believe you of all people would drink something that had poison in it and not realize. Didn't you brag to me that you could tell every ingredient in every one of your potions just by taste?!'

'THEY MASKED IT!!! AND I WAS DROWSY-'

'EXCUSES!!!! CLEARLY I CAN’T TRUST YOU TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!'

'WHAT?????'

'Yes. This dilemma has made me realize. You need a change in residence. You're far too.....'

'...........'

'......... anyways, you'll live closer. And have more security. And for Titan's sake, BE CAREFUL ABOUT WHAT BREW YOU DRINK YOU IDIOT.'

'I WISH I WAS STILL IN THE COMA'

Some more miscellaneous thoughts:

- Eventually, Pomeline asks Belos to make them the head of the Potions Guild. At first, he had agreed to this with the plan of using them... but ever since he's been getting himself more attached... he's been going back on that. Delaying it. He knows what the eventual fate of the heads will be.... he keeps trying to tell them they're fine as they are and this really gets on their nerves. They think he's belittling them. He's actually grumpily and shittily lying to himself about wanting to protect them.

- Belos. Does not care. For Witches or other species. He spent centuries bemoaning and glorifying his human world. He rather resents every witchy trait. But Pomeline's weak magic and lackluster friendship is making his values... break down. There are times when he stares holes at their droopy sharp ears, considering cutting them one day. To fix them. To mold them. Then he slaps himself out of that trance when Pomeline says something stupid, and he huffs half a laugh. They're too dumb to be a human, they’d never get it. They’d never understand him. What was he thinking about. They're obviously not worth his time one way or another.

- When Pomeline fully learns what Belos is, and especially that he has no natural magic of his own, they can't help be VERY CROSS with him. 'Can you hand me my pen?' 'OH, YOU MEAN YOU CANT JUST MAKE IT FLOAT TO YOU? YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOU, GREAT SUPREME MAGICAL LEADER NEED ME, LOWLY DEBILITATED FAILURE TO GET YOU YOUR WIDDLE PEN?' 'IVE SEEN YOU STRUGGLE TO OPEN A CAN OF JUICE I WILL NOT APOLOGIZE FOR CALLING YOU A WEAKLING'