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some-random-wolf-with-internet · 1 year

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Finished redraw 2023 vs 2020 and 2021

I really love the progress I’ve made over these few short years.

You can see the progress of Mikas design with her horns being bigger and no longer having back spines along with how I draw feathered wings in general.

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heartfall-syndrome · 1 month

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here is the oc made with this template her outfit was based on the purple emperor butterfly!

#art #artists on tumblr #digital art #clip studio art #clip studio paint #dreamworks trolls #trolls #trolls original character #trolls oc #funk trolls #lost bounty au #marabella

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indecisive-dizzy · 3 months

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Hi bestie i hope you’re having a wonderful day I’m sorry for invading your askbox with my ideas

I made another Howdy sibling (I haven’t made the design yet lol)

His name is Honey, but he prefers being going by his middle name, Hank

He’s a purple emperor butterfly with vibrant purple, white, and black wings. His fluffy skin is a light lavender color for contrast :)

He tries to be nice, but he’s really vain and self centered. He’s mean a lot of the time, and he usually doesn’t care that he is until Howdy gets on his case about it

He works both as a bartender and hairdresser, but he leans more on the haircare parts of his careers

He and Howdy have trouble getting along. Hank wants to be close again, but unlearning everything that makes him himself is really difficult

A horrible cook, he burns everything. He’s managed to make okay cookies with Poppy but he hates having to need help

More not important relationship drama that manifests in my head: he has a crush of Holly Blue. She’s a lesbian so she obviously doesn’t like him back, but there’s conflict with that

Somehow tolerates Wally the most. I feel like Wally would say something about Hank that particular sticks with him, and he ends up not really wanting to be mean to Wally afterwards. More uncomfortably than friendly

Is a bully to his younger sibling, gets socked in the face by protecting papa bear Howdy

Will never admit it but he loves animals. Specifically little baby animals like kittens and puppies. He has like 20 in his home

Idk if his hair is purple, white, or black lol

Has glasses but never wears them, he’s blind as a bat

Taller than Howdy. Like 8-9 feet tall

Im sorry again for the rambles but I’m obsessing over an oc I only have a name for lmao

Plus I need to figure out his dynamics with the neighbors and his siblings (*cough cough* Lizzy *cough cough*)

Ayo you're good bestie! Dump your oc planning in my inbox all you want hehe

Hank gives ✨passive aggressive✨ vibes. Which I love lol

I can see him trying to say something genuinely nice but it comes out sarcastically or straight up sounds like an insult.

could his attitude be his parents fault? perhaps he was spoiled or he just has older sibling "I'm better than you cuz I'm older" energy. either way good on Howdy for not putting up with his shit

Maybe he offers to do his little siblings hair to try and connect with them? but they don't trust him and he gets petty

love me a self-absorbed disaster who's Trying and Failing to be less of a prick

#the glasses thinggg bro literally me #fun fact i just got home from getting my new glasses!#this bitch can finally see again after having the same prescription for 2 years :')#anyway Hank sounds like a guy I'd love to watch on tv #i would Not be friends with him. but I'd laugh at his misfortune and applaud his growth #very good character development opportunities i eat that shit UP #poor boy crushing on a lesbian lmao #couldn't be me lol says the aro #welcome home #welcome home ocs #not my oc #howdy pillar #dizztalkstoomuch #neon child

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blazterrr · 1 year

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List of my Nanbaka OCs ~ ☆

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Nanba Prison

Building 1: Yakujuichi - No. 11

Building 2: Naijyu - No. 20

Building 3: Katsumi - No. 59, Shinkai - No. 89

Building 4: Mirowa - No. 34

Building 5: Ekier - No. 64, Hayate - No. 888

Building 6: Nin Keshiuru - No. 8998, Muyaki Kuraoi - No. 77

Building 7: Riho Hokoshi - A gaurd

Building 8: Kujuru - No. 96

Building 9: Artynes - No. 79, Geno - No. 78

Building 10: Radeeyo - No. 137

Building 11: Ogawa Amano - No. 19

Building 12: Raahi - No.84

Building 13: X - No. 27

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Visitors

Quatre - Trois' younger sister, also known as one of the smartest kids in her class. Her grades are always high and at the top, but besides that, she's also good with machines and mechanical related things, kind of like her brother you could say.

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Shiki

Yomidou Rei - Youngest sibling in the Yomidou family, main weapons are daggers and guns. His job is the same as his older brothers'.

Miho - a humanoid, poisonous starfish that was found by Kojiro after getting kicked out of the starfish village. He's into anything related to fashion and making clothing.

Mujiino - A humanoid, poisonous Purple Emperor butterfly. Was found by Yakumo and Six, they didn't take the butterfly with them but Mujiino did follow them all the way to Shiki and now he's there with them. Seems to be attached to Yakumo or just close with him in general.

Aleeyah - One of Isou's student, a story writer that wrote 10 books so far: 3 for adults, 4 for teens and teenagers and 3 are for children. Aleeyah's stories are mainly fairytales themed, coming up with her own ideas. Loves children.

Veno - One of Isou's student, a story writer that so far wrote 6 books: 4 of them are 16+ and two of them are 18+. He has more writing experience than Aleeyah. Veno's stories are mainly themed with serious topics, heavy topics and mature content.

Mutsuki Hasumi - Mutsuki Mashiro's son, loves his father a lot. He doesn't seem to know that much about his father besides that the man is busy with work and knows a few people that his father talks to.

Jiyuu - One of Ikkaku's friends, knows Musashi too since the three of them used to meet in the past, back then where Ikkaku was with Musashi.

Sepra - A humanoid snake, for some reason he seems to be avoiding the others as best as he can.

Yawashi - A humanoid spider, is partners with Yakumo (romantically).

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Zodiac Police

Deriel Sandra - Youngest sibling out of all Sandra siblings, meaning the Sandra sisters and Sandra brothers are all older than him. His zodiac sign is Libra, he indeed believes in justice. He doesn't exactly agree with his siblings' ways, but he follows them because he's been taught it's the right thing to do, no matter how wrong it feels for him.

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SOD (fanmade)

Nozomi Ushina - X's adoptive father, dead.

Goiyo - A scientist whose special skill is creating viruses, dead.

Ralan - A scientist whose speciality is being good with mainly machines and devices creations, dead.

Noraa - A scientist whose special skills are handling any weapon, being extremly good with combat and fighting skills and breaking people mentally & physically. Dead.

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Other

Levar - Miho's friend from the past, dead.

Duke Beau - Deul's twin brother.

Deul Beau - Duke's twin brother, used to take care of Mujiino.

Maver - Humanoid Tulip-Tree Silkmoth, an assassin.

Laira Orr - The first lead to changer the butterflies history, giving them the freedom and rights to fight back in the war and to change the normal of letting their species die. Is dead as well, it's been a long time ever since that after all.

Tsuwai - Is friends with Taura and is also Hell's partner (romantically). Used to be a part of the Zodiac Mafia (fanmade organization), he left because of personal reasons.

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If anyone got any questions, feel free to ask ♡

#blazterposts #nanbaka #nanbakamanga #nanbaka oc #nanbakaoc

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starshine-selfships · 2 years

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Okay so the post completely broke and I couldn't tag anyone when I reblogged it so I'm just doing this from a fresh post, 3rd time's the charm, also thank you for the tag @enter-the-phantom !!

Original caption was "tag nine people you want to get to know better!"

Favorite color: I love pinks, blues, and purples a lot, and every time I say that I think huh, those are just the colors on the bi flag lmao

Currently reading: His Imperial Majesty by Matthew Oates! It's a history and biological study of the purple emperor butterfly, which is my favorite insect 🙌 also bought a bunch of books I'm hoping to get to soon, which are The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller, Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov (who actually also studied butterflies and moths 👀), and The Setting Sun by Dazai Osamu (I read No Longer Human and found it pretty impactful, so I was glad to find the other book he wrote as well)!

Last song: My phone's mp3 app says it was Kill V Maim by Grimes

Last series: uhhhhh that's a fantastic question, most I can give you is that the last anime I watched was Another bc I remembered the manga being good in early high school lmao

Last movie: Literally could not tell you lmao, I'm not a movie person U_U

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: I love em all but have been gearing towards savory lately!

Currently working on: some art of my sona! I've also got some self ship fic hanging out on the side that I've been working on and off with, with the big one being an anniversary fic <3

Gonna tag:

@harringtonbear @rose-wine-selfships @getitfrenchship @pockets-boyfs @oc-x-cannon-on-main

No pressure of course!

#alright! i think this will work! it was actually the post itself for some reason but. here we go #tag game

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unikittybigbrightworldau · 2 years

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OC "Wiki Pages": Kira

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Nicknames (aka): Blue Sparkle

Affiliation: Pin Oak School of Natural Science

Family: Emi (grandmother), Fern (older brother), two unnamed brothers, two unnamed sisters, unnamed uncle

Friends: Allegra, Bia, Zora, Moonstone, Cherry Blossom

Color: Black, white, cerulean, azure blue

Special Features: Antennae, blue butterfly wings

Character Influences: Fawn (Tinker Bell), Leo (TMNT: Mutant Mayhem) Fairy Lilac (Lala-Oopsies), Kira (The Dark Crystal)

Likes: Fun, animals, parties, the color green, bananas

Dislikes: Fast food, things that seem menacing

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/her

Birthday: June 11

Quote: “Watch out!”

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Debut: TBA

Headcanon Voice: Jezabat

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Kira Morivo is a character in the Unikitty!: Big Bright World series. She is a fairy from Botania who is learning to care for animals and is a friend of Allegra, Zora and Bia. Her voice would sound like Jezabat’s voice, but high-pitched.

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Physical Appearance: As a kid, Kira was a powder blue caterpillar sprite. Now, she's a blue morpho butterfly fairy. Her face, hands and legs are azure blue. The color of her wings gets to be more cerulean as it goes from the tips to the center. There are also very light blue spots on the tips with black edges. Her torso and her short hair are lighter shades of black than her eyes and antennae. Her actual size is a little taller than the tap-dancing butterfly.

Personality: Kira loves having a good time and is always ready to play. A part of her feels like she's still a caterpillar, only she can fly now. However, she tries her best to be careful with her actions. She's thoughtful towards her friends and is also easygoing. Kira, like her fellow Botanians and the Marevians as well, aims to keep the life of the world safe. She is a huge animal person, so she wants to help the world's critters live. She's caring and sweet towards every creature she meets, assisting them with their day-to-day activities. She also is gentle towards the little ones, and she helps teach them new things. Kira's friends say she's also very festive, and it's true- she's quite a party animal.

She tends to not be exactly coordinated, similarly to Puppycorn. She's also easily distracted. She isn't very good at making smart decisions, but she's doing her best to.

Abilities: Kira is skilled in communicating with animals, understanding their attributes, tending to their needs, and helping them live. She’s also learning lots about evolution, biology and zoology. If she joins you on a trip to a zoo, she'll tell you everything she knows about each critter you see. Being a celebratory person, she's pretty good at hyping people up as well.

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Trivia

Kira is named after the deuteragonist of The Dark Crystal, who can also talk to animals.

The looks of her hair are similar to Lilac from Lala-Oopsies.

While Kira is a blue morpho butterfly, her brother Fern is a green hairstreak, and her grandmother Emi is a purple emperor. Therefore, Kira is technically a hybrid.

Jezabat has confirmed that Kira is sapphic.

Kira is 16 years old.

Kira owns a pair of tiny claves.

She used to almost never eat bananas; now, they’re her favorite food.

Kira’s headcanon voice actress, Jezabat, would also provide the voices of Pepper and Thorn.

Jezabat describes Kira’s voice as the voice she makes when doing an impression of Shock from The Nightmare Before Christmas.

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In Other Languages

Arabic: كيرا / "Kayran" (Kira)

Spanish: Kira

German: Kira

Swedish: Kira

Italian: Kira

Swahili: Kira

Portuguese: Kira

Korean: 키라 / "Kira"

Japanese: キラ / "Kira"

Chinese: 基拉 / "Jīlā”

Polish: Kira

Greek: Κίρα / “Kíra”

French: Kira

Russian: Кира / "Kira"

Hindi: किरण / "Kiran”

Thai: คิรัน / “Kiran”

Turkish: Kira

#Unikitty!#oc #my ocs #ocs #AU #alternate universe #Kira #Unikitty: Big Bright World

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moonlitcaster · 2 years

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What if vampire character but corpse butterfly? I don’t have a name for him/her yet but I may be attached.

#Art #Emoticaster #Digital Art #Fire-Alpaca #OC #Vampire OC #Purple emperor #Corpse butterfly

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kiana-of-the-stars · 3 years

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Emperor Knight

#kirby #kiana of the stars #kirby ocs #ocs #kianas art #purple emperor butterfly

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lilikags · 3 years

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I can't talk a lot about her since I'm in class rn, but here is my genshin oc

Her name is Isabella, and is based off a Great purple Emperor Butterfly.

Full body is a bit older lol

I'll talk about her later since I'm redesigning her lol.

ooooooooooooo pretttyyyyyyy

#heirs.itschubbybunny1 #celestine

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squeakyclamart · 3 years

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Ayyy nobody asked for my Hollow Knight OCs but here they are! These are my children and I love them greatly

Questions about them are encouraged,, please I am desperate hghdhGKJHS

Short descriptions of each below!

ALRIGHt let’s get this show on the road

General - So, this all takes place in an underdeveloped kingdom far off from Hallownest. The kingdom is stilled unnamed, but it follows a Deck of Cards motif because I’m basic and I like it leave me alone. The kingdom is split into four factions, and each ruler governs their segment differently.

Pestilence - (silverfish) If this were to be its own game in the Hollow Knight series, Pest would be the playable character. He’s a sort of anti-hero protag with only his self-interests in mind! Generally a bastard. Very snarky, sarcastic, and isolated from other bugs. Vagabond thief, travels through different kingdoms just to pillage and ransack. Used to travel alongside Westin until the latter succumbed to Infection whilst the two were in Hallownest; Pest was forced to leave him behind and carry on alone, unknowing that West would be saved. Now, Pest finds himself in this weird four-part kingdom, and lands in deep shit as he has to sort out all the monarch’s problems.

Westin - (earwig) Westin is a good boy! Granted, he’s still a former thief with only his interests in mind, BUT he’s a better boy than Pest is! He’s just an excitable man that’s happy to be here, ready to get into fistfights with the locals. May or may not have had a major crush on Pest but you didn’t hear that from me! Anyway, at some point this idiot willingly takes on the Infection, believing it would strengthen him (think Traitor Lord). This backfires horribly and he goes feral. Luckily for him, he’s rescued by an unnamed bee lady, who was holding onto a buncha infected bugs in hopes that someone would find a cure for them. Ghost does their thing and the Radiance is oof’d, West is free, and he RUNS to try and find Pest again!! They gotta reunite!!

King of Hearts - (purple emperor butterfly) The King of Hearts is a fun-loving party animal that’s here for a good time and not a long time His kingdom is a constant festival! Always partying, always going haywire! Basically, you go here if you just wanna get drunk and get into fights while having a grand old time of it. The King himself often hosts sparring matches for fun, and more often then not will HOP right into the fray and start fighting for himself. Because his sense of self-preservation is nonexistent! Just an extremely flamboyant man that calls you “darling” and “love” while he shanks you in the fighting pit and explodes a party popper

King of Clubs - (emperor scorpion) While the Heart’s kingdom sees fighting as something jolly and fun, the Club kingdom takes it very seriously. In fact, strength is the deciding factor in a bug’s rank. If you’re strong, you’re essentially a “noble” of the kingdom. If you’re weak, you’re outta luck and living on the streets. Riches really have no purpose in this kingdom, because if anyone is stronger than you, they’ll just kill you for it and that’s how it’ll be. The King himself is a stoic big boy who comes across as big, scary and tough (it certainly helps that he’s thrice the size of everyone else)... but in reality, he ended up in this spot on accident. He keeps up the gruff façade but he just really wants to settle down somewhere safe and quiet and be a dad. big sweetheart lowkey is what I’m saying

Queen of Diamonds - (emperor dragonfly) As a stark contrast to the last to, the Queen of Diamonds is all about keeping everything PERFECT. She’s a strict perfectionist, keeping her castle SPOTLESS and TIDY, there better not be a SINGLE spec of dust or she’s going to lose her mind. She’s arguably the most mature (remaining) leader, and her economy is flourishing compared to the prior two. She’s basically like the tired angry mom having to deal with two toddlers But she’s also extremely pretentious, talks to everyone with a condescending tone, and has that haughty noblewoman voice you’ve probably heard in like those victorian-era movies/shows She also has a secret relationship with one of her servants but I’ll never tell

(Former) Queen of Spades - (emperor moth) Sad moth hours. The Queen of Spades originally belonged to the moth tribe in Hallownest, believing solely and totally in the Radiance’s divine light. When her peers turned away from the Radiance to follow the Pale King, she was outraged, gathering up a few other loyal moths and taking off to form her own kingdom. She succeeded, building this kingdom all on her own. She eventually received some help from other bugs, and that’s when the kingdom split into four. All was fine until the Radiance turned infectious, leaving the Spade kingdom to collapse under the affliction in the same way that Hallownest did. The other three segments blocked themselves off entirely, so it wouldn’t spread any further than the Spade kingdom. The Queen was the only survivor. The other monarchs refuse to acknowledge her, seeing as she brought this on herself. She completely agrees with them. Now, the former Queen is forever sulking in the rubble of her destroyed kingdom, wholly depressed and just waiting for death to claim her.

AaaANd that’s all! There’s some other minor characters (lovebug officer/knight and her worried husband, the Diamond Queen’s secret lover, bee lady) but I haven’tt gotten around to drawin’ their refs yet. It is what it is! Thank u for reading this nonsense goodbye

#clamart #OCs #Hollow knight #hollow knight ocs #hollow knight oc #bug ocs #moth oc #original characters #tw swearing #hk ocs #please ask me about my kids #i'm begging

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punkandsnacks · 4 years

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Between Wolves & Doves, Chapter Five; Moonlight

Author: @punk-in-docs & @adamsnackdriver

Also on AO3-

Trigger Warnings: !!! Violence and gore in this chapter !!! As-well as graphic mentions of death - yeah Kylo’s a hungry boi. Gets a bit deathy when he’s around.

Synopsis: Vampire!Kylo x OC love story. Inspired by BBC’s Dracula. Also inspired by Austen’s Pride & Prejudice.

He’s been stalking this earth long since civilizations can possibly fathom. Before records even began. He sneers at the fact that this pitiful young world has only just begun to see his reign of it.

He’s dined with moguls, emperors, princes. He’s consorted with bloodthirsty ruthless Queens in their courts, and whispered into the ears of powerful King’s, whose names still echo through millennia.

In his myriad of centuries gifted to his immortal self he’s been many many things. He’s been a lowly pauper. A crusading knight. An assassin. A sell sword. A soldier. A wanderer. A simpering suitor and a voracious unyielding lover. Aimlessly lost in time- besieging this earth. Ripping it apart and drinking what’s left.

He was made in the hinterland between snow and dirt and pine trees. Crusted with ash and blood and gouged from battle. Born anew. Sired from the hell-mouth of war. He was made in 789 AD.

He’ll come undone, one bitter winter night, in England, in 1816.

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Not two days later and the Ashton’s are bid to the Phillips to dine.

They are all in Westwell’s meagre foyer. Mother is fussing with Fathers cravat knot. Posy and Flora are fighting over who gets sole use of the looking glass. They tease at the spilling curls of their hair, they pinch at their cheeks to make them pinker.

They’d already been scrapping all afternoon over who got to wear Iris’s sapphire earrings. Their screeches rang like sharp little butterflies all throughout the house. Posy won the battle for the gems in the end of all things. Iris stayed well out of it. She bid good fortune to the winner.

She’s dressed tonight in another one of her ‘’matrimony inducing’ gowns. According to her mother. But she won’t deny it is a very pretty piece. It sits daintily rasped just off her shoulders, with three-quarter length sleeves. Indian silk fabric, the colour of dusky robin egg blue. It makes her hair look more brilliant, according to their local dressmaker, as she flapped swatches around Iris’s ears to help her mother make a choice.

The neckline at the back drapes low to a row of matching blue buttons marching down her spine. Julia helped tease the teal silk ribbon Posy secured her, into her low done coiffure. Which sat braided and low at the back of her neck. Silver pins shining among the tumble of her dark hair.

This wasn’t a ball and she could gladly forgo gloves. She’s wearing pearl drops from her earlobes. And mother insisted on a draping necklace around her throat. Simple silver necklace. With an oval aquamarine beryl, and a freshwater pearl dropping off it. It sits low in her clavicle and mother ensured the cut of her dress was low. Drawing attention to Iris’s shoulders and her comely bosom.

She does as she’s bade - as ever. She steals a second in the mirror to check her coiffure. Now Posy and Flora are by the door, arguing over slippers and slipping the dainty things on their feet. Spitting fury at each other.

Iris toys with her hair just for a second in the glass. At the wispy muddy bits that curl in front of her ears. She plucks them out of the hair arrangement. Aswell as one gentle curl down the nape of her neck. She lets it rest there. Clasping delicately at her skin.

The care-worn face of her beleaguered father appears behind her in the looking glass reflection. With his greying rust hued hair, his squared fashionable sideburns and his tired, deep eyes the colour of jade marble.

He loosens the linen knot his wife had just pinched tighter around his neck. His eyes warm like a sun baked green meadow when he peers at his eldest. Wrinkles bunch and crease at his eyes and at his mouth when he smiles. He had such a ruddy, open face.

“You look very well tonight my dear.” He comments softly. Tugging at his tight collar. Fixing his green velvet lapels. Iris smiles at her father.

He always was the gentle backbone of encouragement to her. Never once raised his voice to her. He never seemed to grow angry or vexed. Or have a swing of a temper. Those nasty sharp attitudes belonged solely and respectively to her mother. She’s the one who shouts and snipes. Father remains taciturn.

“Thankyou, papa.” Iris beams at him. Turning around as he handed her, her indigo blue cloak. Iris seemed to be the one he favoured. Posy and Flora have slithers of acerbity in their temperaments, like mama. Iris seemed to flourish after his more witty and lenient nature.

She brushes the lapels of his bottle green jacket down. Eyed the fraying seam that’s been stitched up in his shoulder. The faded linen of his shirt. It almost makes her want to go through with this marital farce that’s being forced so thoroughly upon her.

“You look very handsome tonight too, might I add.” She smiles. Adjusting his cravat for him. Loosening it from the choking noose mother had tied. “I know how little you care for the Phillips.” Iris smiles thankfully. Not letting mama hear.

“Mrs Phillips is most agreeable. Her husband however? Most odious man alive. It seems all he can converse about is how cumbersome the grouse is this season.” He relents quietly.

“I deem it unwise to try and escape the acquaintance now. Mama would quite have a fit.” Iris supposed. Hushing quietly as she soothes down the points of his collar.

He gives her a sober smile of agreement. His conduct and his temper always so agreeably timid. Humble. Like waves breaking on the dashed sharp rocks. Always yielding.

She finishes with his coat and he goes to pick up his hat from the stand in the foyer, nestled by the front door. Julia is just helping Mama shrug on her coat. And pin her purple and black trimmed shako hat on securely.

She harshly jerks her calfskin black gloves up her wrists with tugging severely sharp motions. Her coat is trimmed with the same onyx and lilac as that of her hat. And her dress beneath is a punchy lavender mauve. And she’s wearing her black lace fichu around her neck in a matronly manner.

Posy and Flora have gone for their best washed silk dresses. Trussed up like twins. Posy is in a muted sage-emerald. And Flora has gone for a waxy and humble tulip-orange. Both have a white lace trim at the waist from the new Belgian lace they bought. Dainty white slippers and stockings on their feet.

“We must go now. The dratted carriage better be here soon, or else we’ll be late.” Mama snaps. Fussing with her coiffure. Issuing orders to the maid after their departure.

If Iris was lucky enough to be spared this outing? And be in their positions. She knows where she’d be. Curled up in the oak farmhouse chair in the kitchen, book in hand, with a cup of chocolate nearby as she warms her toes near the stove.

As it is; she’s off for an evening of white soup by candlelight, strict conversation and a dazzling staggering show of the Phillips wealth. One that will grind mama’s teeth that they can’t compete with such affluence. And one that will have Flora, Posy, and father bored to tears within minutes. Wanting to gouge their eyes out with the ivory soup spoons for something to do.

Iris will not have the time to be bored; she will have to comport herself and display her loveliness to every eligible man in attendance.

She is at the door pulling on her warm gloves when Posy and Flora skip happily up to their elder sister. Posy sing-songs something about Lord Ren. “Maybe your suitor is invited tonight, Iris?” She teases.

Iris levels her a look. Father turns around with his solid brow shooting up to his hairline. “I didn’t know you had a suitor, my dear?” He supposed kindly.

Iris jams an elbow into Posy’s ribs. “That’s because I do not have one-” She insists blithely. Growling intemperately at her pest of a sister.

“She does! She does Papa! And she’s smitten.” Flora speaks up. The little tick. Iris tries to swat at her with her gloves.

“You say this about any man who so much as glances in her direction. Posy.” Mother says. Stepping past them all.

“We should be so lucky that one of them might form an attachment.” Mother mutters under her breath. Fixing her cuffs and stepping out the front door to see the carriage drawing up ready to escort them all to the Phillips’.

Iris shares a look of teeth gritting annoyance and forbearance with her father. Who pats her shoulder and gives her one of his crinkly smiles of comfort. She steps up into the cold box of the carriage via the step. Shoving herself far across on the bench.

Posy and Flora ram themselves onto the same bench with Iris. Sharp little elbows and knees digging into their sister; complaining of the lack of room they had. Mother and Father sat opposite. Not speaking. Which was their normality. Her sisters squawks and fusses more than aptly filled the silence.

It’s not long before her mother starts speaking at her father about the household gossip of the day. She seldom expected him to respond.

“Simpson told me today we must hire a new pair of hands for seasonal work up at the farm soon. We can not afford such an expense and reliable staff is so hard to come by in winter. I heard the Norris’s lost one of their farm hands just last night...”

Iris tries to pay attention over Posy and Flora’s inane squabbles about their washed silk embroidered shawls. Posy has lost hers yet again- Flora was the suspected thief.

“Apparently they found the man not five paces from the local tavern in the ditch. He’d drunk a skinful and then got run down by a coach. The fool...” She comments. Iris turns to look at her parents.

“That is unfortunate. Poor fellow.” Father remarks in a detached manner.

“Mrs Bishop wrote to me today too. And according to her, a manservant in her employ has gone missing. Her hall boy. And another labourer from Milton Farm was found just this morning in the woods outside Pembleton. Frozen stiff with cold, reeking of Gin, and he’d been attacked for the coins in his pocket. I honestly don’t know what this world is coming too. Really I don’t.” She remarks.

Iris doesn’t know why. But a coiling slither of a snake wraps around her spine and squeezes.

She shivers. And more worryingly, she can’t go about placing exactly why...

“Perhaps a wild animal is loose hereabout these parts?” Father speculated. Uninterested.

Mother harrumphed a snort of displeasure. “I say men who fall afoul of too much drink deserve everything they get. It’s simply not decent.” She says snappily. Sniffing loftily. Hands crossed in her lap. Brushing imaginary sullying specs off her skirts.

Because of course she’s the type of woman who thinks insobriety and being lost to drink rightfully deserves being torn to pieces.

“I do hope they don’t invite Mrs Norris tonight. She’s such a trying woman. And her daughter is such a useless untalented chit.” Mother says to herself. Posy and Flora hop on into the gossip.

Iris watches out the window. She admires up on the smudged glow of the full moon. Sat pearly and proud in a sky netted full of of bursting white stars. So cold. So beautiful. Untouchable. Shrouding the dark world in silver from miles and leagues and scores away. She can’t understand how people don’t see beauty in this.

It may be a cold, pallid light. But she doesn’t think so. It’s the misty magical cyclops of the night sky. The governing beauty. The crowning keystone of it, in her view. Chariot of pearl.

She lapses into simply watching the night woodland pass by. The shadowed gnarled trees curling up to the heavens. Snow and frost still biting the air. It was thawing somewhat. But it’s not vanished just yet. It still crawls up the trees and lurks at the hard ground.

They arrive at the Phillips modest Manor House. Not two miles outside Pembleton. A most pretty house. Abutting the lane leading directly up next to the small local chapel.

There’s pink rosevines dead in winter, but still smothering most of the front of the white stone house. A modest Georgian manor of thirty rooms. Windows big and square and shining gold onto the gravelled drive that their coach crackles and shifts over as they arrive. Chimneys proudly blaze smoke. And the place looks merry and set on welcoming guests to a delightful dinner.

The Ashton’s are seen inside by the astute white wig clad butler. He takes their coats to the cloakroom, gives them to the footmen. And then shows them to the drawing room, the main parlour, where everyone is gathering. Fireplace making the room stuffy.

Candlelight drips apricot blaze of every wall. The parlour is furnished in trims of green and cream. Trimmed with luxurious velvet. Large gilded gold terrace doors overlook the frosty manicured gardens. Mrs Phillips does so love her tea roses. The air in the garden chokes with them even in this deadening winter.

They all graciously curtsey and bow to their hosts. Mama sits with Mrs Phillips and the other elder matrons. Mrs Phillips sits with her little toy poodle in her lap.

The fluffy little thing drowning under the weight of a ridiculous big pink silk bow tied at its neck. Papa begrudgingly folds his hands behind his back and gets beckoned over for a glass of port with Mr Phillips. He sends a look of dismay at his eldest.

Posy and Flora sit and gossip with their friend. Primrose Phillips. Their daughter. Iris stands alone. She wanders to admire the painting hung up by the terrace doors.

She leans closer, admiring the dark tones of the painting. The brushwork and the detail of the of the still life captured. A case of flowers. It’s very remarkable. She wished her parents appreciated such art over austere sketches of county churches.

Her spine suddenly alights with thrashing hot nerves. Like she’s been scorched by a candle flame and had the burn soothed straightaway with ice. It’s sharply powerful.

She turns where she had her back to the fireplace and all the gossiping Mama’s. Her breath catches just a little at the sight of Lord Ren filling the white parlour doorway.

Coming to bid his hosts a good evening. And his thanks at the invite. Mrs Phillips genially flatters the big man. He towers over all the elegant ladies sat down on their settees like some huge tall dark tree she imagines standing in some foreign forest. Massive and wide. Struck by lightning. Charred to dark cinders.

His eyes gaze downwards, and his jaw grits as Mrs Phillips ineffectual little lap dog starts emitting a low yappy growl. Snarling at the sable haired Lord.

It’s pathetic little maw pulling back over it’s tiny blunt slobbering teeth that gnash at him. Kylo raises a brow and looks down at the fetid creature.

He spears a slicing glance right at it for barely a second and then it’s cowering away.

Whimpering into its mistresses lap. Burying its head into her armpit and cowering. She’s cooing and fussing the awful snappy little thing. Promising it a plate of sweet meats, and a saucer of warm milk.

“I do so apologise, Lord Ren. Such a contrary creature. For my Puffin is never usually so shy of strangers.” She offers in her pitchy high voice. Almost as squeaky as that of her dog.

Hugging the intemperate thing and bouncing it in her lap, coddling it like a firstborn baby. Big silk rosebud bow fluttering in the air. Ugly scrunched up little face and nose of it hiding from him. The dog recognised now who the alpha in this room was.

Kylo tilts up a fleeting corner of his mouth in an attempt at a courteous smile.

“It’s nothing to apologise for, Ma’am. I am often cursed myself, with the same affliction of being wary of strangers.” He says in good humour. Making the ladies all titter laughter.

Iris blushes when he looks away from them and nods his bowed parting. Turns to look across to her. Focuses. Vision concentrated solely on her.

Those onyx gems of eyes settle on the back of that neck of hers. Slice into her. Lingering along the dip of the material that skimmed her fine shoulders and spilled down her shoulder blades.

His gigantic frame is not subtle in striding a swathe across the candle lit parlour. Coming straight to her. Making no secret about who he favours. Opening them both up to the speculation of the whole room-

He doesn’t care not even one bit.

The cool shade of him passes over her shoulder. Her cheeks flushed and she turns and politely curtseys to him. A politely soft “Lord Ren.” Leaves her lips. She feels the hair on the back of her neck raise a little in excitement. Bristling to stand like needles.

He smirks. His kind were the reasons humans had that tingling gut sense. That primal indicator of visceral fear. The hairs on the back of the neck existed solely for the simple reason that blood lusting creatures, demons, such as him walked this earth. She should learn to trust in those instincts more.

Danger present more than ever. For now, there’s a devil at her shoulder.

“Miss Ashton.” He greets simply. Hands composed behind his back. Big chest swells again. No part of this man is small. Every muscle is a huge slab, big and brutally built. Long strong plains of him at every turn.

He takes her hand and kisses it. He’s not wearing gloves. Neither is she. His hands are ice- must be the cold out of doors, she thinks.

Their bare hands touch for the first time. Skin on skin.

It’s electrifying. Sparks skip and shimmer through them.

He bites back a growl as he finally finally finally gets a nose full of her bare skin. Touches her hand. His nose nuzzles her flesh for a second.

Just one scant second. And then he has to enforce every shred of willpower he owns and knows, in order to pull away.

She’s as exquisite as he dreamt. As he lusted about. Her skin is the most dangerous thing about her. Because it’s the hardest thing he’s had to do to resist tasting more of it. The gorgeous scent and the salt of the bare skin. Hint of spicy lavender. Chalky bergamot soap she used. The fragrance of silk on her skin.

Bewitching. Her scent sends a tremor through his usually dead spine.

Tonight his garb as is midnight ink dark as it usually is. Velvet black waistcoat. Obsidian breeches and shining proud boots and brushed overcoat. With a cream cravat and a white shirt. Like the full moon out in that black sky tonight. Pearl trim backed with sable. His cravat diamond pin glitters - oddly enough - like a far off star.

If he looks like a winters sky shrouded by a pearly moon. She looks the opposite. Her blue dress is the colour of the brightest searing shade of a summers sky. Her eyes made brilliant by it. And he likes the silk blue ribbon tumbled prettily into her hair. Like some stream trickling through a golden meadow on a midsummers eve.

“If I may say, how beautiful you look tonight. Miss Ashton.” He smiles. Hands folded back once more. His wide chest puffing out freely. His intimidating size at its usual ferocity.

She feels her cheeks heat a little more. “Thankyou your, Lordship.” She flusters. “I’m sure I deserve no such meaningful praise. It is only a plain silk dress.” She dismisses.

“Made striking by she who wears it.” He insists. She smiles at her feet. Diverting the attention.

“How is that big beautiful horse of yours?” She asks nicely. He smirks a little. His eyes are charcoal-honey from the the nearby candlelight. He likes her enquiry.

“He is very well. Misbehaving himself plenty. And nearly threw me yesterday on account of mutiny and protest for want of more carrots.” He jokes.

“Oh dear.” She laughs. “I seem to have caused dissension in your own stables.” She apologised. Sorry he almost got hurt.

“He shouldn’t be too perturbed at me. I’m the only one who rides him out.” He offers.

“I should like to ride more. We only have the two horses on the farm and they are often reserved for use in labour out in the fields. And there always seems far too many errands stacked against me to indulge in the pastime.” She tells.

“Then I must beg you come over and use Erland as much as you should wish to. He is rather fond of you. And Hellford is a vast estate of which ride on. I should be delighted it gets use beyond someone other than myself.” He offers.

“I thank you for the invitation. I’ve never fully seen all of Hellford.” She explains. “Only the front parlour and that was very long ago. I was only a little girl then.”

“You must come again and honour it with another visit.” He concludes.

“Hellford’s grounds are very handsomely kept. The rose gardens are exquisite. And there’s 4 acres of woodland with plenty of good riding routes. I’d be vastly happy to show you them, any time you should like.” His smile tipped a little at the corners. Breaking up the stoicism of his usually stern scowl.

“That’s very kind. As long as you are sure it won’t interrupt any of your business endeavours.” She offers politely.

“My business was concluded days ago. I’m most happily and currently at my own leisure.”

She smiles in agreement. “That must be so relaxing.”

Iris wished she had one day whereby she could be at her own peace. Do as she liked. Go wherever she wanted and not have anyone else’s expectations hanging over her like heavy nimbuses.

“It has its merits.” He smiles lightly down at her. Before his eyes flicker to the painting over her shoulder that she was admiring.

“There’s even a Velasquez in the foyer at Hellford. Just begging to admired by appreciative eyes.” He adds. Her face lights up.

“I’ve never seen a real Diego Velasquez in person. Only pictures from books in my fathers study.” She says in amazement.

“His ‘Los Barrochos’ hangs in my hallway.” Kylo says with a hint of pride. “Now you simply have to visit, to come see it. Purely on unselfish grounds, Miss Ashton. Just for the arts sake.” He smarts.

She smiles back. Apples of her cheeks pinking up again. “I would be delighted. No art should go unappreciated after all. You’re quite correct.” She smiles with good natured levity.

His eyes gleam almost warmly, with wickedly pleased satisfaction. Crushed charcoal and honey of his eyes are captivating to look into. To drown in. That’s exactly what she does.

Across the parlour, where a whole gaggle of mama’s and daughters are watching the room, speculating about it. They weren’t aware, but many eyes were glued to Iris and Lord Ren.

Posy and Flora shared a pleased giddy look that the first time they’ve actually seen the severe man almost lets a smile crack his marble statue façade, and it’s because of their sister.

“I think your dear Iris may have caught the biggest, richest prize in the pond. Mrs Ashton.” Mrs Phillips says with a smug proud expression, leans towards Iris’s mother and gently taps her hand. They were fond companions after all. Mrs Phillips other podgy hand, laden with pearl brackets and fat gemstone rings, was fondly stroking at Puffin’s ears now he’s calmed down.

Caroline looks across at her eldest as she converses with Lord Ren. A slight frown crinkles her brow.

“She would do vastly well to land a Lord.” Miss Smith Interjects. Sat on Caroline’s immediate right.

She was a willowy woman. Figure like many twigs glued together. Gawky face. Beak of a long nose that she took great delight in shoving into business that was not her own. She was a harmless woman really. The general village busy body, and a spinster at three and fifty. Another close confidant and friend in the gossip vine for Caroline Ashton.

“For Hellford is such a handsome house. Biggest land holding in all the county... Think what a lucky girl she would be to be mistress of it!” Miss Smith adds. Giggling in excitement like a young girl.

Mrs Phillips steals another glance at the handsome couple. “They do make a fine pair. For she’s fairly handsome and he’s rich. Their children would be such darling things. Very dark colouring. But I fear he’s not to everyone’s taste...Something very, prohibitive, about his manner that I cannot place.” She decides.

“I heard he takes little joy in anything. It is most odd.” Miss Smith agrees with their host most eagerly.

“He does not dance. He barely drinks. His conversation is little and dry. And beyond the sport of his estate he rarely circulates in society. That must the foreign way of things in Bavaria.” Miss Smith sniffs with disdain. Turning her nose up at the merest intimation of something foreign.

“Foreign and continental European manners are certainly nothing to admire.” Mrs Phillips declares. The ladies three then look at the young couple again.

“Mmmm. I would suspect that an attachment is starting to bloom thereabouts...” She adds cunningly. As casually as if she was looking out her window and deciding the weather.

“If they do marry. One can’t doubt the match would indisputably fine. But we would rarely see her if she marries a man so limited from the ton... what a cruelty that would be on her! Not to mention his estate is in Bavaria. What a grave loss she would be to us all.” Mrs Phillips croons sadly.

Caroline looks over to her daughter. Where the shadow of the inexcusably large man and his dark shade looms over her. They are conversing quietly and genially with each other. If she’s not mistaken, she spots a brush of pink to Iris’s cheeks.

“Indeed. I cannot doubt as fine a proposition as he would be... I would be more greatly comforted by her being settled here. At home. Nearer to us all.” Caroline insists to both her companions.

“What about Brendol Hux’s son? Armitage. Wasn’t there a téndre between them some while ago? Now there. Perhaps that may be rekindled to better everyone’s satisfactions?” Miss Smith nods gladly cupping Caroline’s hand. As if Iris’s affairs were her very own to meddle with.

“Indeed. I should not wish for poor Iris to marry so high above her dignity. She shouldn’t quit her sphere. Lord Ren should go and find himself an Heiress or a nice Duchess, if he must marry. That would do him well.” Mrs Phillips ultimately decides.

Stouton, the excellently precise butler, enters the room and gives a dignified sharp nod to Mrs Phillips. Who announces to the room that dinner is ready. As the highest ranking gentleman in the room, Lord Ren escorts the lady of the house in to dine. Everyone follows in their lead.

The dining room is very prettily done in shades of red and gold. The table groans with the amount of polished silverware. Glassware twinkles in the light off the fire and the numerous candles. Air spiced by the silver tiered platters of exotic fruit sitting in the table centre at measures intervals. Deep scent of plums and fleshy red apples gently radiate their sweet scent up the air. Red grapes drip from these rich arrangements.

Everyone is seated according to rank and hierarchy. Mrs Phillips crowns the head of the table in her gown of demure blush muslin. Train drifted behind her like a galleon setting sail when the stout portly woman moved.

Kylo is placed to Mrs Phillips’ right. Iris is lower down in rank. But she is placed two places opposite him across the finely laid table. Smooth as a square of white marble is the laid linen tablecloth.

Mrs Phillips oversees the serving of the white soup. A frothy pallid broth made of veal stock, egg yolks, ground almonds and cream. To be eaten demurely along with the light conversation. Of which is quick to flourish along the table in this bored-rigid country society.

Kylo sups down his soup, and he is caught by the change in topics as it shifts. Mr Phillips is speaking up to Mr Ashton about it.

“Did you hear that the Norris’s lost one of their farm hands last eve. Just dreadful news...” Mr Phillips croaks up. Shaking his head into his wine glass.

Kylo watches Iris innocently turn her head in the conversations intended direction. Two seats down from her. His eyes follow the pretty turn of her head. He tried not to look too closely at the elegant line of her pale throat. Nor at the little drop of red wine that lingered in the corner of her lips.

He imagined it dripping its smooth rolling path down her neck. Over that pearl necklace. Only he didn’t exactly imagine it was wine...

More people engage in the horrid nature of the conversation. Society being shocked by it. “Where was the Norris’s farm hand found?” Miss Smith piped up. Eager for details. Aghast. Clutching her chest in overdone fright.

“Middle of the woods apparantly. He’d run for some time away from whatever terror hunted him. Looked like an animal had set to him something vicious, according to the local magistrate. Poor fool.” Mr Phillips announces morbidly.

Ah yes. Kylo remembers the one. The second farm hand he’d feasted on.

He’d watched from the shadows as the letch tried to snatch a young maids purse outside the chapel. She’d been coming back from a dance on her own late at night. He’d watched the man grope her with fat wandering meaty hands. Squeezed her bottom and her bosom and terrified her. Told her gruffly he could either take her money or her virginity. Left her sobbing in the dirt and ran off cackling with her purse.

Kylo followed his foul stench. Gin and rot of sweat and various vile body odours souring his nose. He wasn’t hard to find.

Followed the disgrace of a man deep into the heart of the woods. The idiot soon caught wind of his feral aggressor and ran fleeing. He caught him. And he ripped him to pieces and drank him all down. Was still picking bits of him out his teeth, come to mention it.

His tongue idly strokes the front of one of his canines at the memory of it.

“Is it man or beast that killed him?” Mrs Phillips asks.

“Someone up near Lord Hearst’s estate say that a wolf had been spotted thereabouts lately.”

“A wolf!” Miss Smith shrilled. “Oh, good heavens.” She frets. Dramatically dripping her soup spoon.

“Do not be uneasy. Miss Smith.” Mr Ashton declares. Patting her hand nicely where he’s sat next to her.

“It is folly. Surely. There haven’t been wolves in this country since the Hundred Years’ War.” Mr Ashton declares. “Fret not.”

“Of course those are the rumours circulating on the estates. Especially surrounding Hellford.” Mrs Phillips pipes up. Turning her attention to Lord Ren. Many pairs of curious scared eyes swivelled to the man near the head of table, as he took a sip of his red wine.

“I’m afraid I cannot offer any consolation nor relay any satisfaction upon the matter. I have seen no such beast on my land, Mrs Phillips. Maybe it is a stray dog... after all...” He trails away. Eating another mouthful of the white soup.

“There is always such gossip prone to over exaggerate these things, is there not?” He drawls lowly. His dark eyes flicker up and land in Iris‘s own. His smile smoothly twitches. He couldn’t help it.

His meaning scared her. For she did not know it’s intention. His eyes looked different when he remarked upon that. They looked... odd. Like cloud passing over a sunny day. Something then swarmed his eyes. And it looked feral.

A shiver rockets down her spine. Makes her breath spurt out ragged and catch in her throat.

Posy is sat on Iris’s left and she’s determined not to be left out the conversation. She must have her share in it. “My friend remarked that he heard it was a huge black Wolf with bright yellow eyes the colour of sunflowers.” She remarks.

“Posy. I think that may be idle speculation.” Iris insists lightheartedly.

Posy frowns stroppily. “I heard it directly from Mary Sampson’s mouth. And she never tells tall tales.” She insists firmly. Iris nods and goes back to eating her soup.

“Maybe it’s the work of a mad man?” Miss Smith pipes up worriedly. Iris swore she hears the room collectively heave a sigh of annoyance into their soup spoons.

“Some nasty beastly mad man roaming the countryside and cutting people up who come across his path. He might be vicious. What’s next? He could decide to come and murder us in our beds.” She panics pithily. “Cut our throats in the night!!” She says frenziedly.

“Oh I shall have to get Barlow to put another bolt lock on my bedroom door or I shall never sleep again!” She declares.

She did so fuss over the most inconsequential of things. Like the time she swore that the black plague was making a comeback - for she heard her maid sneeze three times in a row one day whilst bringing her tea. She was so prone to hysterics and exaggeration.

Kylo wants to roll his eyes at her stupidity. Maybe his next victim should be her- maybe he should slaughter her in her bed. Rid the world of her vapid panicking.

Iris smiles gently across at the flustered spinster. “Don’t overexert yourself, Miss Smith. I’m sure it’s just town gossip conjured up with the intention of frightening us.” She soothes.

“I’m sure it’s not as evil as it first seems... There may be more reasons as to why they lost their lives.”

Kylo does look at her right then. His little dove. Sat there with her brow all creased up with worry for this vapid inconsequential woman.

She truly does have a heart of gold.

Mrs Phillips speaks up again. “You know I did hear that two of the men were known drunkards. And one of them was found next to a lane. It seemed he wandered into the road after drinking a skinful and was struck by a speeding carriage. Poor soul.” She declares.

“And the other man was robbed. Though he was rumoured to be the horrid purse snatcher who lurked around the chapel last week. Some other desperate thief must’ve caused his unfortunate death out of want of his loot. There, there, my dear. All is well.” Mrs Phillips ladled comfort into her friend. Smiling heartily at her.

Miss Smith seems to settle down. She nods. Hand clasped dramatically to her chest. Mr Ashton pours her more wine and she takes back great thudding gulps of it.

Iris shares another fleeting look with Lord Ren. He smiles delicately at her. Mr Phillips resumes his usual spouting on and on about the grouse season. He ropes Kylo into an invite to come shoot his grouse whenever he pleases. Miss Smith keenly traps the ladies into a conversation about printed cotton.

They talk all through the next course about more savoury things. They are served broiled partridges with gravy for the next, and an entire haunch of roasted venison. Cooked to retain just a tinge of pink. And just a slight dribble of ichor when the meat was sliced into. Served with stewed sopping celery drowned in cream. And buttered carrots and boiled potatoes. The food swamped the table in great big heaped portions on silver platters.

Kylo was glad they didn’t cook such a rich meat until it was a slab of boiled grey toughness. He tears his sharp teeth into the slices of roast deer and eats his big fill. Licks the iron-copper tinge of blood off his lips. It lightly sates the animal gnawing at his belly. But he needs proper blood.

Needs the liquid metal rush of it pouring down his throat and staining his white teeth crimson.

The full moon was bringing out his more feral senses. It always does. Gets him restless and baying for blood with a hell of a thirst. The need to feed more intense than ever.

As the pudding arrives, Kylo is sipping more claret and letting his suave black gaze wander over to Miss Ashton again. She’s talking to one of her innumerable silly pests of a sister.

He lets his eyes stroke along her, and admire her for a second. Such a gaze doesn’t go unnoticed by Caroline Ashton. Down the table she sees Lord Rens gaze linger on Iris- and she wonders...

Her reverie is broken by the arrival of pudding. As it was still colder, a steaming great whitepot pudding is served. Bread and butter and cream with currants dotted into the sponge. Flavoured with mace and nutmeg. Alongside this is served a tower of marzipan fruit and cold fruit tartlets. Lots of sugar and whipped cream and strawberries steeped in sugar syrup.

Lord Ren does not oblige himself in sweets. He’ll have his fill later. Find some wandering idiot drunk to indulge his true appetites.

Evebtually, the ladies separate from the gentlemen. They are left around the table to smoke cheroots, or sip port, as the ladies retire to the parlour for embroidery or gossip.

Kylo watches his little dove stand and head away. Smiling demurely at him before she goes. He snatched up every second of it.

She turns and walks away, led by her sister. He longs after the nape of her neck as she departs. The pale arch of it kissed by dark twirls of hair.

She feels like she can’t breathe until she gets out of the room. She takes a deep breath and wets her lips as they come to the second parlour.

Mrs Phillips particular favourite room. For her particular use. Iris can see why; it’s gaudy and decorated to drowning point with rosebud fabrics. Its nature was definitely intended to be ladies room. Draped and stuffed with pink velvety drapes, cream carpets and gold gilded French furniture. Pillows and cushions stuffed onto the settee in blush rose print. Ruffles and flounces and so many more eye-watering trims.

Iris feels a little nauseous walking into the sickly sweet room. But she sits dutifully on the settee by the window and sips whatever snifter Mrs Phillips put into her hand. Negus, Iris thinks it might be. A favourite punch at balls. Port mixed with boiled water, nutmeg and sugar syrup.

Mrs Phillips insists something warming helps aid with the digestion. Flora and Posy are feeding little nuggets of sweet meats to Puffin the toy dog as he yips for more. Mother is talking with her matrons again.

And Iris is sat looking out at the moon. Candlelight casts up one side of her face. She lets it’s watery gently light wash over her. Listen to the matrons giggling in their corner. And Posy and Flora gossiping with Primrose.

She thinks how nice it must be to be entirely thousands of miles away. Alone in the sky. Free of burden. Just being known for casting beautiful light onto the earth.

“Pleasant, isn’t she?” Comes a deep voice at her side. Deeper and thicker than oozing warm honey.

She smiles. The gentlemen have come in. Fresh from their all male talk and their port and their smoking. Brandy and cheroot smoke sticks to his coat. Though he didn’t imbibe in either. Just more port.

Lord Ren is stood by her side again. Arms behind his back in their usual place. Looking up at the very orb of a thing that’s firing his blood. Then he glances downwards and sees the earth-bound mortal form of the woman who does the very same. Only she’s touched on more softer, hidden parts of him.

“Such beauty.” She remarks. She tilts her head up at it. “Some remark it is a cold light. But-“

“I disagree.” Lord Ren adds. Interjecting. Smiles down at her. When she looks up. The flash of her pale skinned neck and the side of her jaw cast in the moon and the candlelight makes his mouth water. Her eyes are divinely silver. Just like another soul he knows and loves...

“There is mystery. For even the moon has her burdens and her secrets. The brightest thing in the sky has the darkest side that’s never revealed to a soul.” He supposed. His eyes catching in hers.

She can see by the weighting of his granite eyes. That he means that phrase very deeply.

“Much the same as people. I grant. Enigmatic, if they so choose to be.” She says.

“Some darker sides of people, Miss Ashton, should never see the light.” He tells her.

She feels like he’s speaking from experience. She opens her mouth to ask. But her mother hissing her name and gesturing her over with a spurring-curling motion of her hand, breaks the hypnotic spell his eyes gripped on her.

She looks back up at him. He extends a hand to help her up. There’s that thrill of electricity again. Needles up her arm and wracks at her spine.

“I think it likely my mother will encourage us home soon. I’ll take my leave of you now.” She says sadly. Though she doesn’t wish too- he feels her sadness and her dread.

She curtseys. Bows her neck to him. Dips at her knees. He doesn’t relinquish his gentle clasp of her hand.

“Until next time, Miss Ashton.” He drawls low.

She dies on the spot when her turns her palm over and presses a kiss to her sensitive weak hand. Holding her fingers with one hand and rubbing his thumb over the spot he just kissed.

His lips are devilishly soft and when he looks up at her her spine crumbles. She shivers and he hears it. Her chest flutters a breath with it.

“I bid you good evening, Lord Ren. It was a pleasure.”

“The pleasure was entirely mine.” He hushes so low. He manages to make his words sound sordid. Rascally and humming deep. So deep her bones rang with it and all her the soft tissue meat of her, quivers.

This feels like seduction.

Knee weakening seduction. She feels her cheeks beating out unattractive pink heat. Flushed from head to toe. Breath stutters into her pathetic shrivelling lungs. She doesn’t know what this is- what this man is wielding onto her. She’s never felt the likes of it before.

She takes her hand from him, drags her eyes from the addictive granite pools of his, and steps aside to go to her mother. As she bade. She feels his eyes on her back as she walks away across the room.

She curls her hand into a fist. So she might better preserve the searing memory of his kiss.

It’s ridiculous and silly. But she keeps her hand fisted shut the whole way home. Thinks back to the hunger in his eyes and feels flushed whenever she remarks how it sat there- all for her and her alone.

The whole world seems asleep. When the vampires roam to feed. Kylo swore this whole sleepy county is deaf and dull now. Even the very last scullery maid of every grand house, and kitchen skivvy had extinguished the very last candle hours ago. Night looms thick and bitter.

The moon in all her pallid smudgy eminence, still owns the whole sky and blots out the glory of the stars. Gently kissing onto the navy heavens. Kylo has hunted under that very same silver moon.

It recharged the restless rough animal in his bloodstream.

Tonight, after dining, He took his leave. Took to the woods. Waited. Chased down his prey and drank his fill. Toasting his success under that watery bright light. Left the mangled and twisted body like a mortal offering of a sacrifice to the old gods. Basted the landscape in the blood he didn’t want, watering the icy crusted dirt of the earth. Staining the snow.

Humans all went back into the earth at the end. Returned to the mud and soil and rot of where they came from. Decayed to frail dirty bones and that’s all that remains. He was just helping them get there a tad quicker.

Crimson blooms down his white shirt and white cravat. It trails down the corner of his mouth and chin until he licks it clean. Sucks up the remains with his fingers til his face is clean. Garnet however is still marring his white square teeth.

His eyes are still golder than coin. Fresh off the hunt. Dappled in blood. And he finds himself stepping through the dark-dead, grey wood. To a place that now seemed familiar to him.

The house is dark. Every window dull. Even the dormers in the attic where their maids slept, even there all is deathly dark like the eye of a skull. He sets his sights on one bedroom window in particular.

Her window was cracked open- and when he gets up to it, silent as a shadow, he sees why. The fire makes her room too muggy. This way the stifling sticky heat had somewhere to escape too.

Her curtains are drawn, twitching on the breeze. And the fireplace lit at the end of her bed, across the room in the Morris wallpapered alcove of the hearth, casts the room in amber. As if she’s encased in it. Trapped. Preserved like an item of jewellery in this flamed room.

That wasn’t too far away from an accurate description. She is trapped. One day she’ll be sold into marriage by her mother. Then she’ll be trapped by the fetid husband she’s supposed to serve obediently; to wait on hand and foot, and dole out his heir and a spare, like she’s shelling peas.

He sneaks his big hand under the crack in the sash window, silently lifts it up and slips inside. Curtains rustle and he leaves them pushed apart to fit through. Steps down onto her windowsill, then onto the floor. His clothes barely make a rasp. His shoes don’t even scrape the whining buckled floorboards.

He’s inside, and his golden eyes catch onto the sleeping little dove, huddled up as a lump into the quilts of her bed.

Her hair is loose and crumpled around her head. Face turned away from him. Night down slipping off a shoulder. Wispy thin. Like gauzy moth wings. Exposing her chest, the shadowed mounding globes of her breasts. Swelling and falling.

He can see the thud of her mortal heart wrack her skin. Pulsing her throat. Thudding out her wrists. Beating that lavender and bergamot soap scent out to his senses. Calling to him. Enslaving him. The creature she could never have a hope to tame.

He gazes at her as he rounds the end of the bed. Softly paces around it. She won’t wake. His nature makes highly sure of that. Vampires are after all, darkly magic animals. Predatory too. He can stun his prey the way he wants. The way he needs too. He’ll lull her body into deep sleep like a newborn. Seduce her weak mortal self to bend to his will.

He sits on the mattress near her hip. Watching her face sloped peaceful in gentle rest. His blood crusted hands reach out, drying rust caked at his nails, big fingertips slipping over her knuckles where her hand lay down by her side. The other folded across her waist.

He strokes along her arm. Watches her rest. Soothes his animosity with the tactile soft of her innocent skin.

His fingers travel upwards to her hair. He lifts it off her neck and rakes his fingers through the golden-brown wave of it. It drifts through his fingers like spun bronzed-gold that smells of French lavender.

A big wave of heat and perfume of bare skin hits him when he peels her hair away. Warm from where she’s cosily snuggled into her pillow.

He moans desperately. Like a wounded animal. The most gut-wrenching sob falls out his mouth.

He can’t help it. Moth to a flame. He’s drawn across the bed until his lips hit at her skin. Tracing the jugular in her throat. He tremors with need. From being within the barest millimetre of being able to taste her warm skin. That manna sent from heaven, put on this earth for him alone to savour.

“What in gods name are you doing to me, little dove?” He gasps. His speech muffled into her skin. He kisses at her hot throat and growls low in his when he feels her blood beat under his tongue.

This close to her- and he didn’t want to tear open her throat with the white knives of his sharp teeth. She’s worth more than that.

Oh, he knew she’d taste so sweet to feast on. He just knows it. She will. She’ll taste like thick honey and coins and sugared copper.

“You take me so beyond any lust or any need I’ve ever felt in my entire life.” He promises to her.

He’s still close. Kissing hot embraces of butterfly kisses at her neck. Gold eyes glittering so stark in the blue and amber half light of her bedchamber. Like yellowed cats eyes.

“What is this?” He asks her. “What I feel for you- how does it never stop?...” He begs to know. Begs to be shown clarity over this force.

His chest brushes into hers where she lays on the bed. He kisses up to her jaw. His adoring fingers skim over her cheek. Finding her cheekbone and trailing along its shape under her tender skin.

He kisses her jawbone and moans again. Hum of his deep voice soaking trembling into her skin from his hot blooded mouth. Copper souring in his tongue and teeth.

“I so long to kiss you.” He aches for it. Aches so deep it’s a physical pain in his gut. He groans, hard already at the merest thought of it. And that was just at tasting her mouth-

“But I want you awake and willing in my arms when I kiss you for the first time. I’ll have you trembling and weak for me. Now I just have to wait to be able to taste those pretty lips.” He whispers onto her chin.

Adores her face like this whilst he can. Top of his nose presses under her jaw and he takes a deep breath of her neck, whimpering with need.

He pants into her neck once more. “Sleep well. Little dove.”

He strokes her cheek kisses it one last time before he tears himself off the bed and slips away. Leaving her room as smoothly as a silent shadow.

~ ~ 🥀 ~ ~

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thetimelordbatgirl · 3 years

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Twisted TV Shows OCs

Description of Twisted TV Shows: Taking inspiration from Disney’s Twisted Tale series, this is a similar premise but with TV Shows and next gen aspects in present time after the twists.

List of Stories (so far): *Return to Gravity Falls (Gravity Falls). *The Never Ending Woods (Over the Garden Wall). *The Cost of Magic (The Owl House). *Finding Magic Again (Star VS The Forces of Evil). *Hero Time (Ben 10). *Time To Go Ghost (Danny Phantom). *The Lost Ninja (Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja). *Robots in Disguise (Transformers Prime). *Life is Like a Hurricane (Ducktales 2017). *Being Human (Steven Universe). *The Lost Princess (Sofia The First). *Fairies Lost Flight (Winx Club). *Undefeated (Lego Ninjago). *Crossing the Line (Tangled the Series). *Hero (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2012). *The Lost Future (Thunderbirds Are Go). *Hit And Run (Scooby Doo: Mystery Inc). *The War Lives On (Avatar The Last Airbender). *Game Over (Aaron Stone).

Summaries of Stories:

Return to Gravity Falls: The Twist: “What if Bill saw through the trick?” Summary: “”Then....it’s a deal” “Dipper, no!” These are the words that Mabel still recalls even in present alongside the sight of losing her brother and then....being outside Gravity Falls, forever trapped outside. Until now. Now a adult, Mabel returns to the town of Gravity Falls with her kids with one mission in mind: stop Bill and save Gravity Falls once and for all”

The Never Ending Woods: The Twist: “What if Wirt took the Beasts offer?” Summary: “All Lottie remembers before the woods is falling into the well, holding onto Fawn until the cold water put them to sleep. And then they woke up in the woods. The never ending woods. Stuck in their costume party costumes, Lottie and Fawn Black find themselves stuck in the woods and if they don’t find a way out soon, he will find them....”

The Cost of Magic: The Twist: “What if Luz failed to save Eda?” Summary: “Years ago, Luz Noceda was happy to become a witch....until the day she lost Eda. Nowadays, she’s the wanted witch, just trying to make sure the Emperor doesn’t succeed in his plans. But when another human falls into the magic world, Luz finds herself slowly causing trouble again and maybe getting back what she lost....”

Finding Magic Again: The Twist: “What if the worlds wont reunited?” Summary: “Years ago, Star Butterfly stopped Mina Loveberry from killing all monsters through destroying magic, but in the process....all realms were separated, and it stayed like this for years.... Until the day, Rhea Butterfly decides to fix all this- how? By bringing magic back. And with the aid of some friends, that shouldn’t be too hard....right?”

Hero Time: The Twist: “What if Ben was evil?” Summary: “All Jackie Levin knows about what happened is that it started when Ben Tennyson found a watch and then....went missing. And when he re-appeared, he was older....and with a alien named Vilgax, who then proceeded to take over the world. Nowadays, Jackie lives with her parents in a resistance with one goal in mind: stop Ben Tennyson. And save the world”

Time To Go Ghost: The Twist: “What if Danny became evil?” Summary: “Raven Fenton has never seen the world outside her home, for her father has always told her that the world outside is dangerous still. But one day, Raven ends up leaving the home by accident and in the process, discovers who the danger her father keeps telling her about is....”

The Lost Ninja: The Twist: “What if Randy became evil?” Summary: “Willa Graham was having a normal day: sitting in class, doing work and avoiding being shoved into lockers. But when she returned home, she found the Ninja mask waiting for her and found she was the new Ninja. But being the new Ninja comes with a risk....namely, the old Ninja, Randy Cunningham. Who will do anything to keep the Ninja Mask....”

Robots in Disguise: The Twist: “What if something went wrong with imprisoning Airachnid?” Summary: “Airachnid had crippled Jack, so the Autobots sent her to the phantom zone, only for her to escape and be sent there again, this time, Jack is stuck in there with her. A decade later, he escapes but things are quite different now....”

Life is Like a Hurricane: The Twist: “What if Dewey died in a accident?” Summary: “Things were never the same for the McDuck family after they lost Dewey during a treasure hunting exhibition, and Della never forgave Scrooge. Unbeknownst to them however, Dewey would spend the next twenty plus years haunting the hallways of McDuck manor, as an unseen ghost, watching as his family grew apart and could never see him as they did so. One day, Scrooge passes and the Family returns to pay their respects, with Lena’s and Webby’s, Huey’s and Louie’s kids....who can talk to Dewey....”

Being Human: The Twist: “What if the Diamonds saw through Pink’s lie?” Summary: “Two rules that Morganite Universe grew up on: *Be a good princess. *Never question the Diamonds rule. And she obeyed them....until the day she found out what the Diamonds did to the universe. Now with the aid of her friends, she sets out to finish what the Crystal Gems started...no matter what....”

The Lost Princess: The Twist: “What if Sofia had been trapped in the amulet?” Summary: “Princess Sofia II grew up hearing tales of her namesake aunt, from the day she got her amulet....to the day she just....disappeared. But when she gets a purple amulet for her birthday, everything changes the moment Sofia herself emerges from the amulet, but she’s not alone....”

Fairies Lost Flight: The Twist: “What if Valtor won?” Summary: “In a world where magic has bee corrupted and turned to darkness, Princess Bridget lived to become Queen of this World....until she saw what her father was planning to do in reality, shattering any lie Bridget knew and putting her on the path to save this world and restore magic while stopping her father once and for all....”

Undefeated: The Twist: “What if Lord Garmadon succeeded?” Summary: “The one rule Alice and her father, Lloyd, grew to obey. Never let the weapons fall into the wrong hands. But what Alice didn’t expect was her father to hand over the weapons to the Ninja resistance...let alone take her with him to join it with one goal: stop Lord Garmagon and restore Ninjago to what it used to be”

Crossing the Line: The Twist: “What if Gothel had raised Cass with Rapunzel?” Summary: “Once upon a time, there were two sisters who were raised and kept in a tower....until one of their birthdays led to their escape with their evil mother defeated and one of them reunited with her birth parents. And all was happy...until the day one of the sisters left to find herself....and never returned. This was the tale of Rapunzel and Cassandra. And almost giving up on Cassandra returning, Rapunzel’s beyond happy when she does return, but it soon becomes clear, this isn’t the same Cassandra....”

Hero: The Twist: “What if Kraang took over successfully?” Summary: “No one knows how the Kraang and the Shredder took over, but what Alex and Haruto know is that with their parents and the resistance, they have to just keep surviving, at least....until the day they find out how to stop the Kraang and Shredder and in the process, save some turtles and their friend....”

The Lost Future: The Twist: “What if the Hood succeeded?” Summary: TBA.

Hit And Run: The Twist: “What if things went wrong on one mystery?” Summary: TBA.

The War Lives On: The Twist: “What if Katara couldn’t save Aang?” Summary: TBA.

Game Over: The Twist: “What if the Omega Defiance succeeded?” Summary: TBA.

Name: Percy Pines. Relation (if any): Mabel’s son. Story: Return to Gravity Falls. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Josh Keaton.

Name: Hilda Pines. Relation (if any): Twin daughter of Mabel. Story: Return to Gravity Falls. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Jenna Ortega.

Name: Alice Pines. Relation (if any): Twin daughter of Mabel. Story: Return to Gravity Falls. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Jenna Ortega.

Name: Lottie Black. Relation (if any): None, new character. Story: The Never Ending Woods. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Rena Strober.

Name: Fawn Black. Relation (if any): None, new character. Story: The Never Ending Woods. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Tara Strong.

Name: Kyra Dwawon Relation (if any): None, Luz’s student. Story: The Cost of Magic. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Leela Ladnier.

Name: Rory Banks. Relation (if any): None. Story: The Cost of Magic. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Josh Keaton.

Name: Rosamund Cox. Relation (if any): None. Story: The Cost of Magic. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Sofia Wylie.

Name: Signy Bailey. Relation (if any): None. Story: The Cost of Magic. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Sofia Carson.

Name: Rhea Butterfly. Relation (if any): Daughter of Star. Story: Finding Magic Again. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Sofia Wylie.

Name: Apollo Butterfly. Relation (if any): Husband of Star. Story: Finding Magic Again. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: John Boyega.

Name: Alexandria/Alex. Relation (if any): None. Story: Finding Magic Again. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Sarah Jeffery.

Name: Pablo Diaz. Relation (if any): Son of Marco. Story: Finding Magic Again. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Anthony Gonzalez.

Name: Hecate Lucitor. Relation (if any): Daughter of Tom. Story: Finding Magic Again. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Sofia Carson.

Name: Blue. Relation (if any): Son of Ponyhead. Story: Finding Magic Again. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Mitchell Hope.

Name: Jacqueline ‘Jackie’ Levin. Relation (if any): Daughter of Gwen and Kevin. Story: Hero Time. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Tara Strong.

Name: Blythe Dixon. Relation (if any): None. Story: Hero Time. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Jenna Ortega.

Name: Raven Fenton. Relation (if any): Daughter of Danny and Sam. Story: Time To Go Ghost. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Mae Whitman.

Name: Willa Graham. Relation (if any): None, new Ninja. Story: The Lost Ninja. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Navia Robinson.

Name: Bianca Davies. Relation (if any): None. Story: The Lost Ninja. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Jenna Ortega.

Name: Michelle Nakadoi. Relation (if any): Daughter of Miko. Story: Robots in Disguise. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Kimiko Glenn.

Name: Robert ‘Robbie’ Esquivel. Relation (if any): Son of Raf. Story: Robots in Disguise. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Ben Schwartz.

Name: Claire Hawkins (later Darby). Relation (if any): Eventual adopted daughter of Jack. Story: Robots in Disguise. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Sofia Wylie.

Name: Natasha Duck. Relation (if any): Wife of Huey. Story: Life is Like a Hurricane. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Daisy Ridley.

Name: Zale Duck. Relation (if any): Daughter of Donald and Daisy. Story: Life is Like a Hurricane. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Sofia Carson.

Name: Lucille ‘Luci’ Duck. Relation (if any): Daughter of Louie. Story: Life is Like a Hurricane. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Sofia Wylie.

Name: Dewey Duck II. Relation (if any): Triplet son of Huey. Story: Life is Like a Hurricane. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Booboo Stewart.

Name: Tommy Duck. Relation (if any): Triplet son of Huey. Story: Life is Like a Hurricane. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Jason Ritter.

Name: Rose Duck. Relation (if any): Triplet daughter of Huey. Story: Life is Like a Hurricane. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Navia Robinson.

Name: Hestia Vanderquack. Relation (if any): Daughter of Lena and Webby. Story: Life is Like a Hurricane. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Jenna Ortega.

Name: Cato Sabrewing. Relation (if any): Son of Violet. Story: Life is Like a Hurricane. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Josh Keaton.

Name: Morganite ‘Morgan’ Universe. Relation (if any): Daughter of Steven and Connie. Story: Being Human. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Navia Robinson.

Name: Sky Hunter. Relation (if any): None. Story: Being Human. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Sadie Sink.

Name: Ruby. Relation (if any): None, from the Ruby’s. Story: Being Human. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Charlyne Yi.

Name: Cherry Quartz. Relation (if any): None. Story: Being Human. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Kimberly Brooks.

Name: King Christopher. Relation (if any): Husband of Amber. Story: The Lost Princess. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Oscar Issac.

Name: Princess Sofia II. Relation (if any): Daughter of Amber. Story: The Lost Princess. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Jenna Ortega.

Name: Princess Emily. Relation (if any): Daughter of Amber. Story: The Lost Princess. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Ariana Greenblatt.

Name: Jane. Relation (if any): Wife of James. Story: The Lost Princess. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Amy Jo Johnson.

Name: Prince Aaron. Relation (if any): Twin son of James. Story: The Lost Princess. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Mitchell Hope.

Name: Prince Brian. Relation (if any): Twin son of James. Story: The Lost Princess. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Dylan Playfair.

Name: Princess Heather. Relation (if any): None. Story: The Lost Princess. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Katie Higgins.

Name: Bridget. Relation (if any): Daughter of Bloom and Valtor. Story: Fairies Lost Flight. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Chloe Grace Mortez.

Name: Fawn. Relation (if any): Daughter of Duman and implied-Duman. Story: Fairies Lost Flight. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Rena Strober.

Name: Neptune. Relation (if any): Son of Aisha and Nabu. Story: Fairies Lost Flight. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: John Boyega.

Name: Meredith. Relation (if any): Daughter of Aisha and Nabu. Story: Fairies Lost Flight. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: China Anne McClain.

Name: Neoma. Relation (if any): Twin daughter of Stella and Brandon. Story: Fairies Lost Flight. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Mae Whitman.

Name: Sunniva. Relation (if any): Twin daughter of Stella and Brandon. Story: Fairies Lost Flight. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Hynden Walch.

Name: Aspen. Relation (if any): Son of Flora and Helia. Story: Fairies Lost Flight. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Booboo Stewart.

Name: Willow. Relation (if any): Daughter of Flora and Helia. Story: Fairies Lost Flight. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Sofia Carson.

Name: Morgan. Relation (if any): Daughter of Musa and Riven. Story: Fairies Lost Flight. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Linda Cardellini.

Name: Solo. Relation (if any): Son of Musa and Riven. Story: Fairies Lost Flight. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Josh Keaton.

Name: Viola. Relation (if any): Daughter of Musa and Riven. Story: Fairies Lost Flight. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Tara Strong.

Name: Hal. Relation (if any): Son of Tecna and Timmy. Story: Fairies Lost Flight. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Mitchell Hope.

Name: Garnet. Relation (if any): Daughter of Diaspro and Sky. Story: Fairies Lost Flight. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Jonquil Goode.

Name: Onyx. Relation (if any): Son of Diaspro and Sky. Story: Fairies Lost Flight. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Evan Smith.

Name: Alice. Relation (if any): Daughter of Lloyd. Story: Undefeated. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Anna Cathcart.

Name: Kira. Relation (if any): Daughter of Kai. Story: Undefeated. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Linda Cardellini.

Name: Flynn. Relation (if any): Son of Nya and Jay. Story: Undefeated. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Mitchell Hope.

Name: Grace. Relation (if any): Daughter of Cole. Story: Undefeated. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Mae Whitman.

Name: Thor. Relation (if any): Robot son of Zane. Story: Undefeated. Summary: TBA, Voiceclaim: Booboo Stewart.

Name: Dawn. Relation (if any): Twin daughter of Rapunzel and Eugune. Story: Crossing the Line. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Hynden Walch.

Name: Luna. Relation (if any): Twin daughter of Rapunzel and Eugune. Story: Crossing the Line. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Tara Strong.

Name: Maggie. Relation (if any): None. Story: Crossing the Line. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Sofia Carson.

Name: Faith. Relation (if any): None. Story: Crossing the Line. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Naomi Scott.

Name: Ryan. Relation (if any): None. Story: Crossing the Line. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Josh Keaton.

Name: Alexandra ‘Alex’ Jones. Relation (if any): Daughter of Casey Jones. Story: Hero. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Linda Cardellini.

Name: Haruto. Relation (if any): Son of Karai. Story: Hero. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Josh Keaton.

Name: Marietta. Relation (if any): Clone of Leo. Story: Hero. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Sofia Carson.

Name: Catharina. Relation (if any): Clone of Raph. Story: Hero. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Hailee Steinfeld.

Name: Hugo. Relation (if any): Clone of Donnie. Story: Hero. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Josh Keaton.

Name: Sandra. Relation (if any): Clone of Mikey. Story: Hero. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: Tara Strong.

Name: Millie Tracy. Relation (if any): Daughter of Scott. Story: The Lost Future. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Nicole Tracy. Relation (if any): Daughter of Virgil. Story: The Lost Future. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: James Tracy. Relation (if any): Son of Gordon and Penelope. Story: The Lost Future. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Michael Tracy. Relation (if any): Son of Alan. Story: The Lost Future. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Emerald Blake. Relation (if any): Daughter of Daphne. Story: Hit And Run. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Tobias O’Brian. Relation (if any): None. Story: Hit And Run. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Kris Liu. Relation (if any): None. Story: Hit And Run. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Cordelia Terry. Relation (if any): None. Story: Hit And Run. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Niko. Relation (if any): Daughter of Zuko and Mai, current new Avatar. Story: The War Lives On. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Riku. Relation (if any): Son of Azula. Story: The War Lives On. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Uki. Relation (if any): Daughter of Sokka and Suki. Story: The War Lives On. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Parker Landers. Relation (if any): Adopted daughter of Aaron/Charlie. Story: Game Over. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA.

Name: Gavin Simpson. Relation (if any): None. Story: Game Over. Summary: TBA. Voiceclaim: TBA.

#megan's ocs #megan's fanfiction #OC's masterpost #original series OCs

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misc-headcanons · 4 years

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So Etherea and the kids are technically crossover OCs from OP and Star vs. The Forces of Evil, so here are what butterflies the kids' Butterfly Forms are/would be based off of:

Dochi: Eastern Swallowtail

Maple: Purple Emperor

Ube: Question Mark Butterfly

Vanilla: Palos Verdes Blue

Fritter: Green Hairstreak

#one piece #one piece oc #oc #svtfoe #svtfoe oc #dochi #maple #ube #vanilla #fritter

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nightmare-grass · 5 years

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Papillon Supreme

This is a headcanon of mine for Miraculous Ladybug that ties into one of my OC’s.

1. There are more Miraculous than the zodiac ones in Master Fu’s box. As we saw in “Feast,” the Order of the Guardians of the Miraculous are back in the exact state they were in before they were all eaten by Feast and so are all of the other Miracle boxes.

2. I believe that each of these boxes has a Butterfly Miraculous in them and each butterfly miraculous is a different color.

3. I believe that there are a red, orange, yellow, green, and blue butterfly Miraculous as well as the purple one we know from the show, and that each color is a different butterfly/moth and has a different power.

4. I believe that the Purple Butterfly Miraculous is the most powerful of the 6, and that it mainly represents the soul while the others kind of branch off in strength from the purple one.

I now present the Miraculouses;

Red: Atlas Moth

- Granting others temporary super strength

Orange: Monarch Butterfly

- can touch an object and make it float

Yellow: Tiger Swallowtail Butterfly

- Can recharge another person’s miraculous

Green: Luna Moth

- healing people/animals and repairing things

Blue: Blue Morpho Butterfly

- can give life to inanimate objects

Purple: Purple Emperor Butterfly

- Can turn anyone into a hero/villain based on strong emotions

Because the Purple Butterfly Miraculous gives people a costume and powers, I wanted the other butterfly Miraculouses to have ability-granting powers as well. I tried to stack them in a way that feels like the power is getting stronger and more useful the further down the rainbow you go because I think Purple should be the strongest one.

My OC has the Blue one, so if anyone wanted to make an OC based off of this theory/headcanon, by all means go ahead but the Blue one is mine.

#miraculous #ml #miraculous ladybug #headcanon #theory #butterflies #hawkmoth #moths #miracusona #miraculous oc

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dragonadoptedcrows · 4 years

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Another OC!

Murasaki Shinobu

Huntress hailing from Mistral. (Have the idea to designate her as one of Lionheart’s own Inner Circle, but survived the slaughter of Mistrali huntsmen that he ordered.)

Murasaki survived in the slums in the capital before being adopted into a well-off family.

When she came of age, Murasaki wanted to become a Huntress, but her mother disapproved quite heavily. After much begging, however, Murasaki was allowed to enroll in combat school.

Her weapon is a katana, named ‘Purple Emperor.’ It doesn’t transform, but it does have the capability of firing poison needles from either the hilt or the crossguard.

Her Semblance, Float Like a Butterfly, allows her to ‘teleport’ in the form of a swarm of butterflies. With intense practice, she was able to utilize the butterflies as a form of attack, ranging from ‘throwing’ her poison needles to thrusting her sword from their bodies.

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