Ill Met By Moonlight (Posts tagged OCs)

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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
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“loathsome-aesthete:
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“(In case you can’t read my b*llshit:)
Meavidal (bolian): ’ You remember that Glinn, who called you a ‘bad citizen’ for running away with a bolian? I just descaled him for you!
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(In case you can’t read my b*llshit:)

Meavidal (bolian): ’ You remember that Glinn, who called you a ‘bad citizen’ for running away with a bolian? I just descaled him for you! <3

Kilkam (cardassian): Oh state almighty, I can’t believe it! We are so much alike – I just turned your Nemesis into a handbag! <3


‘Dirty Talk’

Or is it?

Meet two of my OCs: The bolian Maevidal Vanta and her cardassian boyfriend Kilkam Soho.

They are dumb and in love. And they’re dangerous, but only for their lover’s enemies. For the simple reason, that they do not realise or care about the fact, that they could use their killing skills for their own foes just as well. So, the things they whisper to each other in their make out sessions are all based on true events.

Kilkam is showing affection in a bolian way – touching his lover’s neck, while they’re are lightly pressing their foreheads against each other, with closed eyes.

Maevidal on the other side knows exactly where her cardassian sweetheart likes to be touched.

According to the Trek novel Pathways (and Memory Alpha), Cardassians like to wear bolian skin.. which inspired Kilkam to turn Maevidal’s arch enemy into a handbag. And while a handbag made out of bolian skin might be highly fashionable on Cardassia, it’s also highly illegal on planets belonging to the federation. Especially, when you’re dumb enough to tell everyone, that you made it yourself. So, naturally, they end up in prison. (in seperate cells at first, until they trade sex with the guardian for the privilege of a shared double bed cell.)

They love to make love, with and without protection, though the latter always ends up with horrible inflammations for Kilkam, because bolian body fluids aren’t exactly healthy for most other species, including cardassians. But since both their learning curve is a horizontal, they do it time and time again.


To the pic:

It’s more of a sketch, I didn’t put that much effort into it. And for that, I’m pretty content, although there are dozens of things wrong (Who’s Anatomy? I don’t know her! Also Vulcans would hate the shadows in this image, because they aren’t logical. I drew shadows wherever I felt like it. What bothers me most is the size of his head. It’s too big.:[)

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I ask you, where is the mini-series? 

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@loathsome-aesthete Oh goodness, thank you! Q.Q <3 Your comment and tags made me instantly happy! <3

They are part of a big story, that only exists in my head - I’ll probably never write it down, but I wanna try to draw all of my OCs at least once.

ladyvean

I want their Spaceship’s 11 thieving shenanigans type story!

ocs I love them already

fictionalred asked:

I AM NOT A COWARD. FROM WHAT AGE TO WHAT AGE DO YOU HAVE A STORY READY FOR ZATARA? AT WHAT AGE/TIME IS IT THE MOST INTENSE/FORMATIVE? DO YOU HAVE OLD ZATARA STORIES? WHAT'S HER INFLUENCE ON CARDASSIAN SOCIETY? TELL ME

AHHHHHH!  I HAVE SO MUCH INFORMATION ABOUT ZATARA!

So, I haven’t actually sat down and written her stories out because I figured no one would really be interested, BUT I have everything pretty much mapped out from before her mother gave birth to her to her late life.

Long story short, her parents don’t want her because of the shame associated with her genetic defects, so they abandon her when she is a small child.  Those years are probably some of the most formative because the streets of Cardassia City are a brutal training ground - but it lays the important groundwork for skills that come in very handy with the Obsidian Order, and it’s the very reason she comes to Tain’s attention in the first place. 

I DO have old concepts for Zatara, including her initial biography/character sheet, which is really interesting to go back to now because I initially conceived of her as a companion for Garak.  I was thinking of writing a Garak/Bashir fic where they had a child and they needed someone to function as their living incubator.  So, a very special relationship was required: enter Zatara.  However, the more I got to know her and the more I worked with her as a character, the more she took on a life of her own and her story changed.  I certainly never planned for her to fall in love with Damar, but damn if that isn’t what happened!

Her influence on Cardassian society is twofold: early on she certainly influenced things, though unknowningly to the Cardassian public, as she was the principal scientist responsible for the development of several neurotoxins and chemicals that were used by the Obsidian Order.  Her influence later in life is a little more direct.  When Damar - a very public figure - marries her a few years after the war, he forces the Cardassian people to face their prejudices… And she certainly whispers in his ear about policy once he is made Castellan.

I could go on and on.  She’s amazing.  And devious.

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ladyvean:
“ “You should go,” Damar said, turning away from her.
Zatara blinked, momentarily dazed by the coldness in his usually warm, rumbling voice. She was grateful that his back was to her as she sat up, carefully slipping the mask of...
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“You should go,” Damar said, turning away from her.

Zatara blinked, momentarily dazed by the coldness in his usually warm, rumbling voice. She was grateful that his back was to her as she sat up, carefully slipping the mask of indifference into place on her delicate features.

“Yes, that would probably be best,” she said cooly, brushing a few stray locks of hair from her face. She slipped from the bed and strode into the main living area, shimmying into her tight, rumpled dress.

She sat on the couch, strapping on her boots. She was determined to maintain a shred of her dignity and tilted her chin up when she noticed Corat enter the room in the periphery of her vision.

“Zatara.”

She felt the cushion shift beneath her as he settled himself next to her.  The glass of kanar in his hand was nearly empty now.

“It was…” He paused, running a hand over the prominent folds that lined either side of his mouth.  “It was good.  I wish I was free.”

He reached out, ghosting his fingertips along the wide, smooth scales of her bare shoulder for a moment before she shrugged away.

“You shouldn’t say things like that,” Zatara said, her voice quiet, but firm, as she fastened the last strap on her boots. Staring down at her lap, she ran her palms over her thighs, attempting to smooth out a particularly nasty crease in her dress.

“Well, I have said it.”

“Well, you also said it would be best if I left now, and I think that would be more prudent.”

She rose from the couch with practiced placidity despite the gnawing, twisting of her stomach. Tossing her head, she gave him one last defiant glare before smoothing out the largest tangles of her hair with her long, pale fingers and moving towards the door. “Call your wife, Corat.”

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“You should go,” Damar said, turning away from her.
Zatara blinked, momentarily dazed by the coldness in his usually warm, rumbling voice. She was grateful that his back was to her as she sat up, carefully slipping the mask of indifference into place...

“You should go,” Damar said, turning away from her.

Zatara blinked, momentarily dazed by the coldness in his usually warm, rumbling voice. She was grateful that his back was to her as she sat up, carefully slipping the mask of indifference into place on her delicate features.

“Yes, that would probably be best,” she said cooly, brushing a few stray locks of hair from her face. She slipped from the bed and strode into the main living area, shimmying into her tight, rumpled dress.

She sat on the couch, strapping on her boots. She was determined to maintain a shred of her dignity and tilted her chin up when she noticed Corat enter the room in the periphery of her vision.

“Zatara.”

She felt the cushion shift beneath her as he settled himself next to her.  The glass of kanar in his hand was nearly empty now.

“It was…” He paused, running a hand over the prominent folds that lined either side of his mouth.  “It was good.  I wish I was free.”

He reached out, ghosting his fingertips along the wide, smooth scales of her bare shoulder for a moment before she shrugged away.

“You shouldn’t say things like that,” Zatara said, her voice quiet, but firm, as she fastened the last strap on her boots. Staring down at her lap, she ran her palms over her thighs, attempting to smooth out a particularly nasty crease in her dress.

“Well, I have said it.”

“Well, you also said it would be best if I left now, and I think that would be more prudent.”

She rose from the couch with practiced placidity despite the gnawing, twisting of her stomach. Tossing her head, she gave him one last defiant glare before smoothing out the largest tangles of her hair with her long, pale fingers and moving towards the door. “Call your wife, Corat.”

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valkyriesews asked:

21. what are some skills your oc has a talent for and what are some that they worked for?

She has a natural propensity for chemistry and music, both playing and composition; in these areas, she is largely self-taught. 

Though she has a fierce disposition and raw abilities in fighting from her early life on the streets of Cardassia City, her lethal reflexes and martial skills come from years of practice and discipline.

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