#OC F/O Rina
Text
If your F/O sings,
Imagine Your F/O
singing that one song you always make elaborate AMV's about them in your head to,
directly to you...
There may or may not be a crowd,
but either way their eyes are locked on yours,
and you can hear the feelings in their voice,
sending chills down your spine as they pour their heart out...
It really hits different...
#Imagine Your F/O#Selfship Imagines#Rina got me like 😳#I usually picture her as more of a lounge singer#But imagining her on a big stage declaring her love in front of everyone without hesitation is doing things to me...#OC F/O Rina
29 notes
·
View notes
Text
Trying to work on posting my vore fic backlog, so here's a pretty long one I had on hand that features two of my ocs! Contains similar size vore, m/f vore, somewhat reluctant pred, and willing prey!
Lazy days were best spent lounging, and that was exactly what Marina was doing.
The mage was currently sprawled out on top of the squishy, sand colored belly of her dragon friend Oleander, more affectionately referred to as Olly. The pair were enjoying a slow sunny day in her garden, with the large dragon laying on his back on the grass and Marina laying on top of his sun-baked tummy. She was dozing, comforted by the warm sunshine and the deep rumbling purrs of the dragon beneath her. His arm was draped across her back keeping her in place, and it was just the perfect moment to drift off…
But a persistent sound was keeping her up. It sounded like something heavy thumping the ground alongside the rustling of leaves. The mage recognized the sound as his tail thumping against the ground, Olly must be really happy about their position but she's trying to nap! Marina lifts her head and opens her eyes, only to be met with his bright green gaze on hers. He blinks, his face rapidly starting to turn red.
"O-oh! Rina! I didn't know you were awake! I'm sorry, I was...just watching you rest! Y'know, as a friend!"
She raises her eyebrow at him, the look in his eyes told her there was something he wanted, and that was a bit of a questionable thing to say. "Are you alright? Need to get up and stretch or something?" The nature dragon shook his head. "No no, I like having you here with me! I'm comfortable, just…." A rumble from below her interrupted him, distinctly different from his rumbling purrs. "...hungry." She nods, it was probably a good time for a snack! She starts to wriggle off of his belly, there's a spinach quiche in the fridge that the both of them can share. She's held in place however, and she gives Olly a puzzled look. His expression is a bit hard to read as he looks down at Marina, with his tail still thumping against the ground. "U-um...it's not just anything...I crave something...specific."
“Specific how? I can’t get you what you want if you don’t tell me.” The dragon whined quietly, his tail beating out a rhythm as he struggled to word his thoughts. "Um…well…you know how I'm a dragon, right? And dragons are mostly, um…carnivorous?" Marina nodded, giving him a curious look. "And I don't eat meat…but, I still crave it…”
“Was…that it? I can just get you something with meat in it, you don't have to be all embarrassed about it!” Marina laughed, but the dragon’s expression didn’t change from his worried look. “N-no, eating meat like that will make me sick! I just…I want something l-lively! Something that’ll…put up a fight! Wiggle on the way down! I want…”
He trailed off, anxiously studying Marina’s face. The mage's expression was hard to place, was she confused? Afraid? Angry? Oleander's tail only grew more agitated, the bulb at its end thumping against the earth as he panicked. "B-but I wouldn't bite or anything! I'd never want to hurt you, Rina! You’d be completely safe, and it’d only be for a little! I'm sorry, you don't have to, y–"
“Relax, Oleander.”
The dragon fell still as Marina rested a hand on his face and smiled in an effort to be comforting. “It’s okay, I’ll do it.”
“Y— You’ll do it? No questions asked??”
“Olly, how long have we known each other?” Marina laughed. “Do you think that I don’t trust you? I know you wouldn’t ever try to hurt me, and while this does make me sort of nervous…I trust you know what you’re talking about. If it helps you feel better, I’m willing to do it. It’s the least I could do for you.”
Near immediately, a wide and toothy smile spread across the dragon's chubby face, and his tail beat out a rhythm on the ground in excitement. “Oh, thank you thank you thank you, Rina! Oh man, how do I...? Ahh, I don't know! Just...”
Olly falls still and opens his jack-o-lantern maw, waiting patiently for something.
“...? Olly, what are you doing?”
“I-I dunno! I've never eaten anyone before, uh....could you just...y'know...”
Marina laughs. “Okay okay, I get it. I'll feed myself to you, alright?” Taking the flush on his greenish face as a sign to proceed, she gingerly places her hand on his tongue. It's warm and slick with saliva, but slightly rough...she notes that Oleander's whole body is tense, almost as if he's scared. “It's okay, Olly...I'll be sure to tell you if anything hurts.”
Placing her other hand on his tongue, she slowly slid both hands towards his throat. Instincts seemingly took over as he suddenly clamped his mouth on her arms, a swallow tugging them deeper and herself closer to him. What sounded like an apology was mumbled around her, and the dragon opened his mouth to make room for her after she nodded at him to proceed.
Marina's head was pulled into his mouth, and Oleander's draconic instincts kicked in as she wriggled a bit to situate herself. Starting to greedily swallow her down, Olly grabbed at his companion to push her further down his throat, not even bothering with little bites as he began to wolf her down. So this must be what the spinach quiche feels like...each thick, hungry gulp pulled her deeper into his gullet, and the excited thrum of the dragon's heartbeat came and went as warmth steadily engulfed her body.
Steadily, Marina slid into the nature dragon's surprisingly spacious stomach. The walls were thick and slimy, closing in slightly to feel around their new guest as she moved around to get comfortable.
“Oleander? I'm safe and sound!”
The only reply she got was a deep rumble, reverberating around the mage. He was....purring, wasn't he? He only ever made this sound when he was content...she'll let him enjoy the feeling for now. This clearly must've helped those instincts of his, and it wasn't even that bad in here. Warm just like the sun outside, soft just like his scaly stomach...just darker, and much wetter.
#soft vore#safe vore#extreme cuddling#halfsize vore#willing prey#vore fid#Marina#Oleander#i couldnt think of a good title for it rip
21 notes
·
View notes
Text
It’s clear I need to set some rules for my blog, so here they are:
You WILL read my card before interacting
Basic DNI stuff applies: harassment/bullying will not be tolerated, anti OC x cannon ppl plz don’t follow, homophobic people, racist people, enby & transphobes DNI, proshippers, etc.
I will go on many rants so be prepared
I will post my art and when I do, negativity is not allowed, unless it’s constructive criticism so that I may improve
You will not talk to me about: One Piece, JJBA, JJK, TBHK, Harry Potter, Politics, Stocks, K-Pop (specifically BTS), Camilla Cabello, sports (unless it’s the World Cup or super bowl), etc.
If you are unsure about anything regarding/relating to my rules, please ask me about it
You may gush about your oc’s & f/o’s
If you’d like a oneshot it may not contain 5+ characters, a male reader, graphic/serious themes, nsfw, etc.
I will write for OC’s IF and only if I’m given adequate information on them
You will DM the info about your oc’s to me
I’m not here to argue, but if you’re interested in debating a subject I’m well-versed on (such as conspiracy theories) then please DM me about it
If you wish to send me an anonymous request and/or message and you plan on sending more, claim a name or emoji
If you would like for me to draw you something then DM me and we’ll discuss an art exchange
Please do not spam me
If you wish to vent then please ask me if it’s okay first because I’m not always comfortable with people venting to me
I am a minor so if you send me anything NSFW you will be immediately blocked
If I don’t respond it’s likely because I’m asleep or at school
Do not spoil things for me please
Don’t argue with each other
Support my mutuals and other small artists/writers and most importantly: each other
Current interests:
TOH
Amphibia
ATLA
LOK
Naruto (to an extent)
PJO/HOO (Done with Son of Neptune, 100 pgs away from the end of Mark of Athena)
TLOU (Games and show, but more so the games)
Red Dead Redemption (1&2)
Fallout 4
Fallout New Vegas
Hazbin Hotel
Helluva Boss
Fire Emblem (Awakening - 3 Hopes)
Animal Crossing
Beetlejuice (The musical & movie)
The Hunger Games (All books and movies)
M3gan
Love and series
Attack on Titan/Shingeki no Kyojin
Epic the Musical
If something is bolded I’m VERY interested in it
8 notes
·
View notes
Note
1, 3, 5 nd 6 for the ask game !! :]] <33
Thanks for the ask!! Answering for different F/Os :)
Who makes the other blush all the time and who finds it adorable?
🎲 - Yelan is good at making Rina blush, but so is Rina. They kind of balance each other out that way!
What would their song to each other be?
⚖️ - L O V E by Nat King Cole 😌
Who curses, and who reprimands the other for it?
☠️ - I’m not saying the guys have the cleanest language ever, but I assume my s/i would get in trouble most often for cursing in front of Omega 🥲
What small quirks do they love about each other?
❤️🔥 - Dehya stretches often, but she also makes a cute sound sometimes when she stretches. As for me, she thinks it’s cute that I often like to lean on her even when we’re standing up because I enjoy just being with her.
OC x Canon asks
#ask rina 🤍#[r]: her good luck charm 🎲#[r:] setting my heart ablaze ❤️🔥#[r]: a one of a kind romance ☠️#[mut]: meeks 🧃#[r]: (law firm) partners ⚖️
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Su perdida nuestra ganancia
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/58Et9Fs
by HadaDeViento
Rina Hanako es una estudiante de la UA. Estuvo enamorada de Shinso durante toda la escuela y ve la graduación como última oportunidad para declararse. Excepto que cuando Histoshi termina lo hace diciendo el nombre de Kaminari. Huye con el corazón destrozado y Midnight la consuela.
Ahora como una relacionista pública de héroes es secuestrada y termina atrapada junto al Héroe Dios de la gran explosión asesina Dynamight el cual descubre su vergonzoso secreto. Excepto que ella conoce el secreto de él.
O como una OC con nombre termina en una relación con Kirishima y Bakugou.
Words: 6284, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Español
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi
Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Shinsou Hitoshi, Kaminari Denki, Jirou Kyouka
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou/Original Female Character(s), Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki
Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced oral sex, Kissing, Threesome - F/M/M, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Still Have Powers, Reader-Insert, Reader Has a Quirk (My Hero Academia), Reader Has A Name, no beta we die like midnight, Except that she's still alive in this universe, No war, No USJ incident, Mentioned Aizawa Shouta sensei, Injured Katsuki Bakugou, Romantic Comedy, Kindda, Don't Examine This Too Closely, I wrote on 5 hours or so, First Time, Awkward Conversations, Mentioned Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki is a Little Shit, Shinsou Hitoshi Bashing, More o less, This was supposed to be a Shinso x OC but for some reason it ended this way, Don't Judge Me, Shinsou Hitoshi Loves Kaminari Denki, Foot Massage, Past Shinso Hitoshi/Original character, Protective Bakugou Katsuki, Protective Kirishima Eijirou, Sick Character, Taking Care of OC, OC Special quirk is discovering couples doing the deed, Aged-Up Character(s)
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/58Et9Fs
0 notes
Note
Please tell us about your game-inspired/somewhat OC Mermaid wife. (If that ain't a mood Idk what is)
I also have a mermaid OC F/O (you've heard a little about Rina already) but the number of similarly-themed mermaid/aquatic characters also named Marina is just something I've come to terms with when designing het. So no judgment re: adapting a character into an OC semi-F/O and/or fictional crush.
Feel free to gush away 😊
Meet Beli Lapran from the horrible sexist/racist/overall very bad game HuniePop... also known as the game that made me realize I like girls because BOY HOWDY I fell in love with Beli.
I fucking adore her! Canonically, it's unclear whether she's 5'9 or 5'11 because someone between writing the script and all the facts about her didn't realize that one inch shorter than 6 foot is in fact NOT 5'9... So the dialogue says she's 5'11 but her fact sheet says she's 5'9 and I wanna go with 5'11 because I love tall women.
In canon, she's just a normal woman but for some reason, my brain looked at her and decided. Mermaid. She's a mermaid. Picture I made a while back in an old dress up game included below!
I just adore her even though she's from a game I'm embarrassed to admit to playing lol.
I really need to come up with some canon for my OC version of her. I came up with some a while back but I never wrote it so I don't remember. I think it was something along the lines of her being a princess but not living up to, or not wanting to live up to, her family's expectations so she decided to live on land instead. Huh, surely I didn't just steal the plot of The Little Mermaid for her, rofl.
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Missing Piece : Chapter 1
Gang leader! AU / Corporate! AU
Characters: Dabi x F/OC
Status: Ongoing
Summary:
Rina Aoki is the secretary of one of the world's biggest broadcasting stations - only she hates her job and wakes up everyday asking herself if this is all there is to life. Then, she meets Dabi: a man of overpowering confidence and many, many secrets. But beneath all that confidence is a wounded soul and years' worth of repressed anger. The two struggle with fear, ambition, vulnerability - but eventually learn that life may just be better when you don't have to struggle alone.
A/N:
There are no quirks in this story. I tried to give it a real world spin. But it will explore dynamics between good and evil, right and wrong, and feelings of family, friendship, love and belonging. I'm super excited about the story and I hope you enjoy it!Chapter 1: the meeting
Chapter One: The Meeting
It was raining.
I hide my tote under my coat out of fear for my laptop. If it gets wet, I'm done for. My boss isn't exactly the most considerate person out there. If anything were to happen to the highly coveted files on it, I might as well hand in my resignation.
I sigh with relief once the bus arrives, and quickly hurry inside.
As I find a seat, I lean my head against the window, not caring for germs or the subtle tremble of the glass. It feels cool against my skin, and not as uncomfortable as I thought it would be. But more importantly, it is distracting. It'll give me something else to focus on during the ride.
At least I hoped so.
But within minutes, it becomes clear that my mind has no intention of being distracted. The thoughts creep in and suddenly the soft hum of the engine is no match against the throbbing in my head.
Of course not.
Distractions simply don't last long these days.
So I surrender to the thoughts as I stare at the passing streets, feeling increasingly empty by the minute.
I hate my job. I hate everything about it. Working as a secretary for a broadcasting company is a dream for many. The salary isn't bad. I have access to exclusive events and frequently coordinate with the biggest names in the industry. I know the ins and outs of selling an idea and making it resonate with millions.
But I quickly learned all the people in this industry are insufferable. The whole premise rests upon the art of manipulation, taking something that may very well be worthless and conning people into thinking it will fill a hole they didn't even know they had. The people are superficial, be it actors or other famous personalities. Everyone is so obsessed with images. How to best put on a show to gain the love and admiration of millions.
But what use is their love if it's built upon the distortion of reality?
I shake my head before burying it in my palms.
No matter, I tell myself.
As frustrating and unfulfilling as the work may be, it pays the bills and keeps me busy.
A little too busy...
I get up once my stop arrives. I say a quick thank you to the bus driver before hurrying out.
The cold makes me shiver and I pull my skirt to cover more of my thighs before plastering a fake smile onto my face.
The fake smile is part of the uniform here.
My heels click together with attitude as I make my way through the building. The noise hits my ears immediately. Loud chattering, blaring music and upbeat announcements stand in sharp contrast to the calm of the rainy world outside. I blow kisses as my colleagues call out my name from the studio floor.
My friend and roommate Aliyah takes off her headset to wave me over. She left home extra early today owing to her busy schedule as floor manager. The glaring lights tell me they're about to start shooting but as much as I want to help her with final preparations, I have more important things to worry about right now.
"Can't talk now, Al!" I say apologetically. With one point to my tote bag, she understands. "Good luck!" she shouts back, before returning her attention to the production crew.
I sigh.
I will definitely need all the luck I can get.
I take the elevator up to the highest floor of the company. While our studios are bright, loud and fun. The offices are formal, professional and characteristic of a multibillion dollar company. I knock twice before heading into the largest office at the end of the hall, where my boss is waiting for me. The letters NNTV adorn the walls in an elegant gold print behind him.
A pair of glasses sits on the bridge of Mr. Lane's nose as he reads over today's reports.
"You're late, Ms. Aoki." He says without looking up.
"Apologies, sir. It was unexpected."
"Do I not say to account for the unexpected in your planning, Ms. Aoki?"
"It won't happen again, sir."
He offers me a *tsk* in response.
"Our ratings have gone down this month. Much more than we anticipated." Mr. Lane grumbles.
"CBS' new reality show has attracted a lot of viewers, sir. It's competing with our usual broadcasts at-."
"Then why have you not found a program to substitute whatever we usually air at that time?"
I bite back a sigh. "The current schedule is the most optimal, sir. If we switch around any programs we risk affecting the viewership of The Midnight Show and Killer."
"Well then figure something out!" He barks. "That's what your job is, isn't it?"
"We have a team for a reason, sir. Perhaps we can consult them today? I can schedule an emergency meeting to address this."
I say this knowing the rest of the team won't alter the schedule. The nature of the industry is ratings fluctuate all the time. To change our scheduling at every hint of a drop will only harm our future ratings.
He waves me away. "Schedule it for two hours from now. Cancel anything else I have at that time."
"Yes sir." I confirm, before turning around.
My nostrils seethe as I suddenly hear him mutter *Useless* under his breath.
The rest of the day is spent taking more orders and backtracking on Mr. Lane's previous decisions. Just as I'd expected, the board decided it would be better to simply wait out the next two weeks until the current programs are finished before rearranging any of the schedules. I make a mental note to consider what might be a suitable alternative in the meantime.
The hours drag on. I should have been done at 5, but 7 o clock hits and I'm still taking phone call after phone call. It isn't until a quarter to 9 that I can finally go home.
I sigh as I pass the much quieter studio floor on the way out. I don't find Aliyah among the crew, but I'm sure she's taking care of her own things at the moment. The Midnight Show is scheduled for well, midnight, so she's probably taking a final break before her last project of the night.
Once I am outside, I let out a deep breath I didn't know I was holding in. Instead of taking the bus straight home, I find myself walking toward Café Du Monde. It sits a few blocks away from the NNTV building.
The smell of roasted coffee beans and fresh pastries greets me as I enter. The soft jazz is welcomed by my ears after a day of nonstop chatter and corporate debate.
As I stand in line, I remind myself to pick up coffees before I leave for the crew working late tonight. Hopefully Aliyah will be back by then.
---
"Shit," I hear the man ahead of me in line mutter. "I think I forgot my wallet back in the office."
He checks his pockets again, but finding them empty he looks up at the cashier. "Sorry man, I'll be back another day."
But before he could walk away, I step up to the register. "It's okay, I got it."
He glances at me. "Nah, don't-"
"It's nothing. Can you add another coffee to the order please?"
The cashier punches a few numbers into the register and I hand him a 20.
---
The man tips his hand in thanks. I nod back at him and walk up to the roof.
With a coffee in one hand and a cigarette in the other, I sigh. Now to get the day out of my system...
"How can I repay you," A smooth voice says behind me.
I look over my shoulder to see the man walk up to the ledge with me. He has electrifying blue eyes, a head of thick dark hair, and the kind of walk that signifies authority.
"You good at conversation?" I ask.
He thinks for a moment. "How about I let you be the judge of that?"
I pass the man a cigarette. "Then distract me."
"You don't look like the type to smoke." He comments before accepting it.
"Looks can be deceiving." I shrug.
"It feel good or something?"
"Or something." I confirm with a smile. "Just reminds me to breathe in," and with a soft easing in my chest, "and breathe out."
He leans back against the railing. "Hm. You know breathing quality isn't exactly what people would associate with cigarettes."
I roll my eyes. "You know what I mean."
The man chuckles. "Yeah. Although I think rearranging a few things in your life would help more than smoking. Don't want to grow reliant on an outside source for relief now."
"Well, well. Wasn't aware I was speaking to a mental health guru."
He seems amused by that. "That's not what the people working for me would say but it's nice to know their sentiments aren't universal."
"Ah. So you're a shitty boss."
"I'm just a boss." He corrects. "What people think of me has nothing to do with me."
"Must be nice to believe that." I sigh, taking another puff of my roll.
"No reason not to, eh? Letting others' opinions matter to you means you lose power over yourself. There's nothing you could want from them that you can't do for yourself."
"Money?" I suggest.
"That's easy. But it depends on how willing you are to work for it."
"Work quite a lot." I scowl. "...starting to wonder if it's worth the headache, to be honest."
The man leans closer to me, his breath warm against my ear. I try not to focus on the scent of his cologne, musky with notes of amber and cedar wood. "Then what you want isn't really money. Sounds like you want more."
"More?"
"Yeah. Money by itself isn't satisfying," He says matter of factly. He leans away to take a sip of his coffee. "Only when it's coupled with a goal."
"Hm."
"Money doesn't take you anywhere; it's just a means to an end." He continues. There's an air of mystery behind those turquoise eyes of his. "Your goal is what guides you. Where do you want to go?"
Someone in this neighborhood that doesn't live and die for money? I almost want to laugh. What goal guides him then? What does he stay alive for?
But I keep those questions to myself. I shouldn't get too close to a man I'll never see again.
"I want to be my own boss." I say with a soft smile. Be my own boss. Wouldn't that be nice? No more waking up with Mr. Lane's voice already echoing in my head. No more plastering fake smiles and maintaining that "professional" semblance for hours on end. "I'm tired of taking orders from other people."
I almost miss the sudden gleam in his eye.
"Now that's more like it."
---
I leave the cafe with a box of donuts in one hand and a coffee tote in the other.
I said goodbye to the stranger, happy to have shared these thoughts with someone. It strikes me that I didn't even ask his name.
I shrug. Perhaps that's the magic of moments like these. The universe puts us in places we don't expect to be in. Brings two strangers together and they realize maybe this meeting was just what they needed today. The man got his coffee and I...I was able to let my thoughts run freely.
At least for a while.
"And now we abandon the fantasies and return to reality," I mutter with a sigh. I hook my pinkie with the large glass double doors of NNTV and pull the handle toward me.
There's a small audience present now, the guests for the Midnight Show. I walk around them and smile when I find Aliyah, arms crossed and eyes trained on the set, trying to catch any faults before we air.
"Al!" I call out in a whisper. She immediately looks my way, face lighting up at the sight of the coffee.
"Oh, you're a lifesaver!" She says excitedly as she takes the sweets from my hand. "Hey Joe, set this up for the crew, will ya?"
An intern shuffles forward and takes the bags anxiously to prepare a little station for the team.
"How'd you know I needed the coffee?" She smiles at me.
"Because I needed the coffee," I say with a laugh. "And you've been awake far longer than I have."
Aliyah laughs and rubs her eyes. "I forget how much time I spend here sometimes. No matter - you staying for the show tonight?"
I smile apologetically. "You know I'd love to, but I can barely keep my eyes open. I've got a long day tomorrow, I'm gonna need all the sleep I can get."
I say goodbye to the rest of the crew, smiling sheepishly as they spout *thank you*s for the late night coffee and donuts, and make my way home.
Later that night, as I lay in bed with my eyes trained on the ceiling, I feel a sudden urge to whisper these words out loud.
Please let my life be worth more than the value I add to a company.
15 notes
·
View notes
Photo
I BELIEVE THAT ’ S WHAT THEY CALL F A T E
BEING ON A PATH YOU N E V E R CHOSE ,
TOO CAUGHT UP IN IT
TO CHANGE D I R E C T I O N .
independent, selective, mutually exclusive fandomless hunter ocs / penned by rina.
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Rina (WATGBS)
No image for this one, so I’ll just put this here, instead.
Obvious Spoiler Warning, as I can’t keep my trap shut about how cool this game is.
Name:Rina
Here comes my good ol’ name schpiel. From Japanese 莉 (ri) meaning "white jasmine" or 里 (ri) meaning "village" combined with 奈 (na), a phonetic character, or 菜 (na) meaning "vegetables, greens". Funny choice, but there’s also Sal, which isn’t even that uh... Japanese, if you will. But he’s usually a special case in a lot of things.
Age:Unknown
This is excusable, considering the game never specifies ages. All that is really known is that Wadda is (presumably) fairly young according to her stature and comparison to Chlomaki’s in-game description.
Species:Witch?
Oh dear. Please be certain as to what species you are. It would be really concerning if you were trying to be both a witch and a familiar as I’m pretty sure that doesn’t happen.
Height:155 cm
Siblings:None
Familiars:???
Same height as Chlomaki, hm?
Most witches, I’ve noticed, don’t have siblings. Guess they’d have to fight for their family right to be a sorcerer.
Please, please tell me you know what a familiar is. If you do and you haven’t picked familiars yet, I guess that’s okay. I did it the opposite though, by making familiars for Wadda.
Personality:Rina is a little shy,sweet and she is nice and kind.
Literally EVERYONE in THE WORLD and their DOG can be “sweet, shy and kind.” I don’t think I’ve ever seen a character do this well and have this as their only traits.
Here is genuinely a list of characters by the traits you’ve listed (only ones off the top of my head.)
Sweet: Cherryblod, Minero, Doloz, Lobco, Princess Uomi, Tarako, Tatsumiya...
Nice: Aom, Cherryblod, Minero, Doloz, Irena, Lobco, Miyura, Princess Uomi, Pulmo, Tarako..
Kind: Helica, Aom, Cherryblod, Creamil, Minero, Doloz, Lobco, Miyura, Princess Uomi, Pulmo, Rimorimo, Seguro, Tarako, Tatsumiya...
And those are just from the sea! And including shy reminds me of Dolphi. Please don’t tell me you’re just gonna mimic Dolphi.
Though she’s stubborn and at times she can be a little creepy and or dark.
This is Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea. I’d be surprised if she couldn’t be a little creepy or dark.
Eye color:Left-Gray Right-Dark Green
Oh, I’m all for being unique to some degree, but you better explain yourself. 6/1,000 people have heterochromia. You’re quite lucky to end up being reviewed by someone with (hardly noticeable) heterochromia. Was it congenital or was it out of a condition?
Because if you’re going for uniqueness, I recommend looking through such conditions and researching one to apply to this character.
Crush:She won’t tell anyone
W h y d o u t e s t m e s o
Pick one of the bishi husbandos with fins on their heads and it’s likely her crush.
Appearance:She has long blue-gray highlights.Her hair is up in pigtails.She has pointed ears.She wears a dark purple and white dress it has two shades of purple. She has a reddish plum aand silver brooch attached to her collar/choker. A dark purple and white lavender bow is attached to the back of the dress around the waist.She wears stockings and dark purple knee length boots.
I know it’s not always fair to ask this, but a picture is REALLY preferred here. Even if you suck at art, I focus a lot on characters more than the art.
Hobby:Reading,Piano,Violin.
Do all the witches play piano?
Likes:Star fruit, music boxes.
This blog condones consuming star fruit only in moderation. Be careful, kiddos.
Dislikes:Seeing her friends get hurt,bugs,squid.
Here’s my pet peeves with dislikes- don’t state the obvious. If your OC is a diehard Blue Sea character, it’s obvious they won’t like Sal. If your OC is not a fan of the monarchy, it should be obvious that they don’t like Princess Uomi.
I’m pretty sure Wadda has a squid familiar. I imagine they don’t like your Basic Sue, too.
History:Unknown
If it’s not relevant don’t put it.
It’s not hard to not waste my time.
According to the creator’s art, she’s soft in the head for Sal. The whole “childhood friend” thing. You see, if Sal had a right-hand witch, he would’ve used her power and probably left Wadda alone (ignoring the fact he has an obsessive crush on her), which completely f**king obliterates canon.
Way to go, Rina, you destroyed the Reali-sea.
I give Rina...
A squinting Squidward/10.
#Original Character#Mary Sue#WATGBS#What's a personality?#Destroying Canon#Blatant Thievery#Plain Jane#Canon x OC#OC-Destroyer of canon!#Flawless dahling#Canon Replacing Character#Special Snowflake#I'm not tagging all of the WATGBS warnings#They're not even mentioned
1 note
·
View note
Text
(Quick one before bed because I'm upset 🥲)
Imagine Your F/O
Looking at you like you're worth listening to...
Even after you're too tired to keep rambling...
Even after they've cuddled up to you warm and close,
and gently stroked your hair to coax you to sleep...
They're still paying close attention to you...
They can't take their eyes off you...
because they love you more than anything...
48 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hat that says "Women Want Me; Fish Fear Me" but the "Fear Me" part is crossed out and instead "Also Want Me" is scribbled in and I don't even get the chance to put it on because my (Mermaid!)F/O throws herself at me to aggressively suck my face send post.
8 notes
·
View notes
Text
Imagine Your (Magical Girl!) F/O
taking you to bed.
(S/I is also a Magical Girl. Omg they were teammates.)
This is almost like a piece of short fiction, in that it's more specific than I usually get with establishing character for both the F/O and S/I. Your F/O is a stoic, water-themed magical girl with healing magic, and your S/I is a bashful, moon-themed magical girl with sleep magic; any resemblance to existing magical girls is entirely coincidental. Pardon the silly technique names; comes with the territory. Also you're dating. Sensual Hurt/Comfort. Possibly suggestive (I'm perpetually touch-starved), ymmv.
Tonight's fight wasn't too tough,
but it was longer than average,
and you used up way too much mana as a result...
Even with your passive defense aura,
you still felt most of the attacks you took,
and your legs are killing you from all of the supernaturally-enhanced gymnastics...
S/I: If I were just a little better at dodging...
F/O: Hey don't be so hard on yourself... You took most of those hits because you were covering for me...
S/I: You're the healer... If you got hurt...
You can't bear to think about that...
F/O: Okay, okay, I get it... Anyway your house is too far away, and you're in no condition to move, so you're sleeping over tonight.
The casual certainty with which they decided that for you has you too flustered to stammer out a response,
but before you can even try,
they scoop you into a bridal carry and take off...
You're glad it's so dark,
because you can only imagine the shade of red your face is right now...
They swoop in through their bedroom window,
land with effortless grace,
and set you down directly on their bed...
It's super soft and fluffy,
and it smells just like them...
You involuntarily take an audibly deep breath...
You're so enrapt in their scent,
that you don't notice them openly staring at you,
transfixed by the blissful expression on your face...
Until they collapse...
That'll get your attention...
F/O: Guess I used a bit too much mana myself...
S/I: Unbelievable... You're in even worse shape, and you still carried me home? You're hopeless...
With some effort, you drag them fully onto the bed...
S/I: Come on, let's change back and go to sleep already...
F/O: No wait... Let's stay like this a bit longer... I want to heal you first, and... I need a favor...
You narrow your eyes at their apologetic smile,
then let out a beleaguered sigh...
S/I: The nightmares again?
They nod once,
and you pull their tired body on top of you,
begrudgingly taking comfort from their warmth,
as they straddle you in their sleek color-coded tights,
and press their impossibly soft chest against your own slippery smooth leotard...
It's difficult to notice through the matching color-coded eyeshadow,
but with them so close that you can feel their breath on your neck,
you can just make out the dark circles under their eyes...
S/I: How long have you gone without sleep? I know you said you can't sleep without me, but...
F/O: It's not quite that bad... I was almost exaggerating when I said that...
S/I: How long...
F/O: ...Five days?
S/I: You really are hopeless, you know that? Why didn't you tell me sooner?
F/O: Last time you stressed about how you're really only supposed to use it on civilians, and I didn't want to pressure you...
That was several times ago, not last time...
Of course the point of the magic is to make you fall asleep and forget,
but how many times have they just toughed it out without saying anything...
Why are they still so determined to push through all on their own,
until it's too much for them to handle?
Ugh, they're so hopeless...
S/I: [Twinkling Moonlight Goodnight~]
The sparkling silver dust hits them square in the face...
Despite your best efforts to restrain yourself,
your frustration got the better of you...
It’s not entirely their fault...
Your magic has only gotten stronger with your feelings for them...
F/O: Yeah I deserved that... But thank you, I mean it...
Their eyes are already half-lidded and heavy,
but they seem more fixated on yours...
Again...
F/O: Your eyes are even prettier up close... Do you... maybe wanna go out with me...?
S/I: We're already dating...
You blush like a tomato regardless...
How many times have they said this exact line and totally forgot because of your magic?
So many times even you don't remember...
F/O: Your turn... [Healing Seafoam Kiss~]
Right, they said they wanted to heal you...
Wait...
S/I: Aren't you supposed to blow the ki-*mmph*
They lean in and kiss you as deep as their eyes,
which incidentally are also prettier up close,
and the full force of their what-should-be area-of-effect healing magic hits you like a truck...
They taste salty and sweet,
and wave after wave of soothing warmth washes over you like bath water...
Your formerly aching legs feel like pudding...
You're too overwhelmed to move,
helpless in their undertow,
completely at their mercy as they drown your mind in a veritable ocean of numbing comfort...
Good thing too,
because if you think for too long about the implications of magic being tied to feelings,
and how strong their magic is right now...
Another wave hits you and your eyes roll back...
No more thoughts...
They finally relent,
but you've already been swept out with the tide...
Thankfully, they're too drowsy from your own magic to notice their effect on you...
F/O: Let's do that thing... where we hold hands... You know... to share mana...?
S/I: That's supposed to be for emergencies... but at this point... go right ahead...
They scrounge around by your sides until they find your hands,
and lace their fingers with yours over your head,
pinning you utterly and completely,
before finally succumbing to your magic,
and nestling into the crook of your neck,
out like a light...
You can feel your face burning,
but your muscles are so relaxed now you couldn't get out of this position if you wanted to...
Your mana flows from your heart,
through your clasped hands,
into their heart,
and theirs does the same,
forming a loop...
Your heart is still racing from that kiss,
but as the magic circuit pumps your mana in rhythmic cyclical pulses,
Your heartbeats start to sync up,
and your breathing slows to match theirs,
easing you peacefully to sleep...
...
You're lying in a shallow pool of warm water,
under a dark sky shimmering with countless silver stars...
Your body still won’t move...
They're kneeling beside you...
Both of your bodies are enveloped in soft color-coded light,
like you're midway through your transformation sequence...
Their hands are covered in soft foam,
the form their healing magic usually takes,
and they smile down at you,
and begin to caress you all over,
covering your body with a hazy warmth,
like napping while sunbathing,
that makes you forget what pain even feels like...
You close your eyes,
and suddenly you're the one kneeling,
with their head in your lap,
and your hands in their hair...
You return the favor,
kneading silver sparkles into their roots,
watching their eyes glaze over as their painful memories melt away into blissful relief and awestruck adoration...
...
You wake together,
still holding hands,
but now you're the one on top,
your head resting comfortably on their supple chest...
F/O: Thanks, I really needed that...
S/I: Mhm...
You're not sure how flushed you look...
You glance down abashedly at your tangled legs,
and notice something's different...
Your color-coded tights have taken on a gradient,
your usual color fading to match theirs just beneath the layered frills of your translucent skirt;
Theirs are the same but reversed...
You look up and see one of your ribbons in their hair,
and you have a feeling you're wearing one of theirs...
You try to untangle yourself,
but you realize both hands are tied at your ring fingers,
with red thread...
You lock eyes,
and your normally stoic partner is beside themself,
their eyes so soft for you that your breath hitches...
F/O: Maybe we... shared a little too much mana...
S/I: You really love me that much, huh...
If you managed a bonding ritual in your sleep, there's no mistaking it now...
You push them back onto the bed,
pinning them in the same position they had you in last night...
S/I: No sparkles this time... I want you to remember exactly what this feels like...
You kiss them with all the bottled-up emotions of all the nights they noticed your eyes were even prettier up close for the first time,
again and again and again,
and they surrender to you unconditionally,
lost in how your eyes look even prettier up close,
but different somehow,
their thoughts drifting away to the relentless rhythm of your lips on theirs...
Your mana coursing through their heart...
Your heart beating in sync with theirs...
Completely hopeless...
Utterly yours...
#This is definitely one of my more niche imagines#But at the end of the day it still boils down to falling asleep in your F/O's arms like most of the stuff I write#Imagine Your F/O#Selfship Imagines#OC F/O Sophie#OC F/O Rina#I pictured this with Sophie#She's the stoic one#But Rina is the water/healer one#So she gets tagged too
14 notes
·
View notes
Text
Totally not me writing a second song for my OC F/O because the fact that I designed her as a perpetual bride who lives in her wedding dress isn't enough to convey that I love her so I guess I have to sing about how she can ignore all the Little Mermaid tropes because she doesn't need legs I can just carry her to the altar...
...but also about how I wanna paint her nails and do her makeup for her, and how pretty her scales look in the moonlight, and how she can be her obsessively devoted self and not have to worry about me thinking she's too clingy because she's literally the girl of my dreams she cannot possibly be too clingy...
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
1 note
·
View note
Text
I posted 496 times in 2022
That's 115 more posts than 2021!
44 posts created (9%)
452 posts reblogged (91%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@letsgofoletsgo
@spinning-feeling
@newtsselfships
@shadxwthehedgehog
@lovinglywithyou
I tagged 491 of my posts in 2022
Only 1% of my posts had no tags
#imagine your f/o - 432 posts
#selfship imagines - 339 posts
#selfshipping - 75 posts
#oc f/o sophie - 50 posts
#oc f/o rina - 42 posts
#your f/o says - 36 posts
#oc f/o nettie - 27 posts
#oc f/o my pearl - 22 posts
#😳 - 16 posts
#dialogue prompts - 15 posts
Longest Tag: 139 characters
#sally would try to wait outside but i'd convince her to sit with me on the bed let me braid her hair admit that maybe cuddles aren't so bad
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
If you've had a bad day,
Imagine Your F/O
whisking you away to spend the night with them.
Your F/O takes one look at you and stops dead in their tracks...
They turn on their heels,
and swiftly walk out of the room,
returning in short order with a big fluffly blanket...
"Permission to distract you?"
You nod,
and your F/O leans in and kisses you,
long and deep,
taking your breath away...
When they let you up for air,
you look up at them,
and they smile cheerfully back,
and promptly toss the blanket over your head...
If you weren't already flustered,
you certainly are now...
Then they sweep you off your feet,
literally,
and bridal carry you off to who knows where...
Well it's not all bad...
The blanket smells like your F/O,
and they're holding you right now,
and they can't see how much you're still blushing from that kiss earlier...
They put you down on something soft,
in a dimly lit room,
and crawl under the blanket with you...
They're so close,
and warm...
See the full post
199 notes - Posted August 18, 2022
#4
Imagine Your F/O
intent on spoiling you to an unreasonable extent after you've had a bad day.
(OR Imagine your S/I intent on spoiling your F/O to said unreasonable extent, but the text wouldn't really change enough to make two versions in this instance and the 'you being spoiled' post was more popular last time.)
(Also sorry I'm really touch starved right now so if you don't like hairplay, somewhat intimate sensory details (although nothing really explicit), or your F/O all over you, this might not be the (very long) imagine you're looking for.)
-"Welcome home, Darling~"
-"I can already tell today was bad, so how about we call 'today' officially over. Let's skip the couch tonight and get you straight into bed~"
-"Once you're safe in my arms, you can listen to me ramble about how I'm going to spend all of tomorrow spoiling you, until 'today' fades out into a warm and pleasant sleep~"
-"Don't worry if it's just for a short nap like last time. I just want your bad day to be over as soon as possible, and an excuse to hold you tightly in your soft, comfy pajamas and whisper sweet nothings in your ear until everything else just melts away~"
-"'Tomorrow' starts as soon as you wake up, and lasts as long as you need it to~ I'm fully prepared to spoil you until you feel better, no matter how long it takes~"
-"Oh I'm not exaggerating in the slightest. No. *strokes your hair* Matter. *strokes your hair* How. *strokes your hair* Long. *scoops you into a bridal carry* It. *wait, since when were you in your pajamas?* Takes~ *deep pressure of their hands on your back pulls you into their chest, as the familiar warmth of your weighted heating blanket makes your eyelids flutter* *strokes your hair*"
-"You think I'll get tired of caring for you? Oh Darling, my devotion is deep as the ocean~ Maybe even deeper, like your eyes~ You know, the ones I'd still be staring into right now, if they weren't getting too heavy to keep open~ *strokes your hair*"
-"You think you're not worth caring for? That's just the Bad Thoughts lying to you again... We'll see if they're still convincing after several days of me spoiling you literally every waking moment~ *strokes your hair*"
-"What about [chronic fatigue, or any other condition or aspect of your physical health that requires long-term care and will never go away]? I already said I'd never get tired of taking care of you, didn't I? That means for life. That includes tomorrow... *strokes your hair* and the tomorrow after that... *strokes your hair* and the tomorrow after that... *strokes your hair*"
-"Not enough spoons? I'll take care of it for you~ *strokes your hair* I'll keep track of any medication you need... *strokes your hair* make sure you stay hydrated... *strokes your hair* run you warm baths to ease your fatigue... *strokes your hair* get you on the spa table and give you slippery soap scrubs that feel like massages... *strokes your hair* wash your hair with your favorite scented lather... *strokes your hair* imagining that last one right now, aren't you~? *strokes your hair* give you actual massages... *strokes your hair*
-"What if you get so comfy you never want to get out of bed? Yeah I'm pretty sure you're well past half-asleep at this point~ *strokes your hair* Well, I'll build you a nice safe pillow fort to live in... *strokes your hair* with fairy lights and couch cushions so you can still nap on the couch even in bed... *strokes your hair* Looks like a new position just opened up for a professional weighted heating blanket tester... *strokes your hair* comes with unlimited hairplay *strokes your hair* *strokes your hair again to reinforce that last point* and nightly cuddle benefits... *strokes your hair* oh look, you're hired already... *strokes your hair* I'll cook all your favorite meals... *strokes your hair* serve them to you in bed... *strokes your hair* bring you [snacks, tea, books, games, etc]... *strokes your hair* carry you to the bathroom so you never technically have to get out of bed, even for that... *strokes your hair* make the bed for you, and change the sheets whenever they get messy while you're soaking in the tub... *strokes your hair* change you into fresh pajamas once you're basically a warm puddle... *strokes your hair* carry you back home to bed... *strokes your hair* then it's back to work... *strokes your hair* that weighted heating blanket isn't going to lull you to sleep by itself... *strokes your hair* you can sleep as long as you like... *strokes your hair* and when you wake up in my arms... *strokes your hair* it'll still be tomorrow... *strokes your hair* and I'll do it... *strokes your hair* All. *strokes your hair* Over. *strokes your hair* Again~ *strokes your hair* I love you. *strokes your hair* Forever... *strokes your hair* and ever... *strokes your hair* and... *strokes your hair*
-"...wait you actually heard all that? 😳 But I literally stroked your hair 45 times... You just wanted to say... you love me too...? 😳Oh. ☺️Oh... 🥰"
-"...and you're out like a light."
-"See you tomorrow~ *strokes your hair a 46th time*"
245 notes - Posted March 5, 2022
#3
Alternatively, if you'd prefer your F/O spoils you,
Imagine your F/O bringing you home like...
-Pulling you along by the hand like you're in a Ghibli movie up to their front door...
-Scooping you up and bridal carrying you inside...
-Plopping you down on the S/I Couch TM...
-"Welcome home! You live here now~ Make yourself comfortable~"
-"Here are some complimentary snacks and a weighted heating blanket~"
-"Your room's the 3rd door on the left. Don't worry, you'll actually be sleeping in my bed~"
-"Bathroom's at the end of the hall. I've already run a nice hot bath for you~"
-"While you take your bath, I'll cook you dinner~ Yes, I remember all your favorites~ Just leave it to me tonight~"
-"If you're feeling touch-starved, I'll happily give you a full-body massage after dinner~ Or we can just cuddle on the couch, if you prefer~"
-"Speaking of which, you're looking pretty tired already~ How about you take a little nap before your bath~? You can use my lap as a pillow~"
-"I'll be taking good care of you from now on~ Now let's turn on your heating blanket, and I'll stroke your hair until you get warm and sleepy~"
-"...Also I love you."
277 notes - Posted February 23, 2022
#2
Your F/O says "I love you,"
and also not to forget they wanna cuddle you later...
I think they mentioned dreaming about you? Like you were in their dreams last night? Or maybe it was like a daydream or something? Maybe they just think you're dreamy Idk... Anyway you should've seen the look on their face when your name came up... They totally had those little stars in their eyes... I'm telling you they're like head over heels for you...
278 notes - Posted August 26, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
Imagine you're working on something in your room...
and you look over at your bed...
and your F/O is just lying there all comfortable in casual clothes...
maybe some loose-fitting shorts...
maybe your oversized hoodie...
you catch the corner of their eye...
and they look up and smile over at you...
maybe that's enough work for one night...
280 notes - Posted March 12, 2022
Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →
#Not surprising Sophie and Rina got the most love#They're both vying for the title of 'Love of My Life'#And by 'vying' I mean 'each clinging to one of my legs and sighing breathlessly as I hold them closer'#Happy New Year Selfshippers#Let's make 2023 even more self-indulgent
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
S/I, gazing lovingly at F/O: 🥰
F/O, pretending not to notice: *totally notices*
S/I, under their breath: Marry me already...
F/O, suddenly wearing a tux/wedding dress: Did you say something Darling?
122 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
alt-wavves
Hopeless Wanderer
josamarau
Sem título
sagacomix
rain 🌻
delectablyjovialcloud-blog
Delectablyjovialcloud