#‘Ladybird’ (OC)

[art-the-f-up]

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[nextgenfoals]

ooo how about we have some mods pick some next-next gens that’ll be fun

I’ve always wanted to do a nextnextgen, so here’s my addition! Honey Butter is the daughter of Catchy Song and Rosy Maple. If you need a beekeeper, a honey farmer, a beeswax cultivator, or anything to do with bees, she’s your mare! She’s a unicorn like her grandmare and is named after her great-grandmare :} (~Mod Ace ♥️)

Here’s my kiddo! Daffodil is the child of Western Sun and Lovebug, they’re a sweet southern boy who is always ready to flutter by and make his friends smile :) — Mod Charm 🦋

this was so much fun to do!! this is grasshopper, the son of ladybird and sweet sangria. during the day, they run a malt shop where they specialize in making milkshakes and ice cream floats, but at night they work as a bartender, making sweet and tasty novelty cocktails! he got his minty green coat from his great-grandfather and great-uncle on his grandma fluttershy's side :]

i really love how he turned out so i'm going to be keeping him for myself hehe (~ mod honey 🍯)

[mionkingsvibe]

OC JUMPSCARE

I'm trying to organize all my thoughts all together so instead have this Blitzbee baby that I cooked for the DW AU.

So far the only things I've got for her is that I renamed her Ladybird; so far out of all my characters she's the closest who actually has a civilian role!

Ladybird is just your typical girl who's aspiring to be a reporter, but she's still young. Still in the academy, she works as a part-time photographer/journalist for non other than

VENUS FOR DECEPT-FEMMES.

It's a good gig- it's especially easy when you can just take a quick picture of say that one son of Shockwave who does amazing paintings, and who just won this season's cup!

What's his name??? Icarus?? Anyways! Ladybird is determined to prove that she can be an amazing reporter— enough so that Ladybird had... almost got into trouble for a few times for being too persistent. If it wasn't for the fact that she's still a youngling, even more so that she's Blitzwing's daughter, she definitely has a little personality disorder.

But Ladybird can calm down, with the help of her older brother, Rubble. Ladybird has learned depressionly by now that she can't speed up her progress into being a future reporter.

So for now; Ladybird will have to suffice by annoying the newly employed enforcer into telling her about small cases. Rubble humoring her by letting her teach him about how to properly journal stuff, who knows! He might need it in the future.

I'm still working on her, but let me know what yall think boos!

[tigersharrrk]

haven't done a doodle page in a while so I had fun w this :)

[xxduncandonutxx]

So uh, I try to redesign Niffty, sorry if it looks so bad ;_;

As you can tell, I try to base her off of a 80s-90s housewife as well as a ladybug because I like the ladybug idea from Knight A3, the black on her arms are actually gloves that she RARELY takes off and she sometimes has a pair of red reading glasses since I imagine her to be Farsighted (or hyperopia) so she needs them to read and squish roaches that are close to her. I also given her multiple arms and two antennae as well as Ladybug wings since again, she's base on ladybirds or ladybugs. I kept her one eye just because, Originally I was gonna give her two insect looking eyes but I didn't like it so I kept it as just a single cyclops eye so she kinda resembles an alien. I do hope you like her design and I apologize for how awful it looks ;m; !! Oh and here's her original design, no hate to Vivziepop btw :3 (Speedpaint)

[thee-morrigan]

currently torturing myself thinking about how Holland, who does not especially *like* her mother, specifically does not let her take her hands in the demo because she *loves* her mother and doesn't want to accidentally hurt her — even knowing that Rebecca will probably read it as yet another spurned opportunity for trust/closeness/whatever and it will therefore probably hurt her feelings.

(I am, in fact, also currently chipping away at the apparently never-ending mommy issues wip 🥲)

[gayfurbyboi]

Fairy OC #2

[chackapow]

@crossover-enthusiast you asked for this

[the-maddened-hatter]

Ok so I think I know what I want to go with for her final design, but I'm curious what y'all think. The scars & damage are from a glass-top coffee table.

[art-the-f-up]

zero hesitation on his part lmao.

Palestinian Heroes AU

[gilearstimboards]

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Bart (OC) Stimboard

PT: Bart (OC) Stimboard

Made for: A player in my campaign. :)

I decided to focus more on his connection to nature, gardening, and his family in this one. I hope you like it. :)

Credits: x x x | x x x | x x x

[doodlebuglet3447]

Lil piece based off of an unfinished project I did in art class; I liked it too much so I digitally rendered it

Tracked Time: 2hr 17min, not counting the first sketch

[pooonnyboooyyy]

Kitty: You brought me here to cook (r@ck!?

Ladybird: Yeah, what else is baking soda for?

Kitty: I don’t know, BAKING!?

Just to sum up LB and Kitty’s dynamic, but, how else is LB supposed to get the money to pay for all of her gang’s bail? Does Kitty tell Darry? I don’t know

[thee-morrigan]

Happy Valentine’s Day 💕

Your writing has always been a treat to read, but getting to follow Holland and Nate in ‘attachment theory’ has been one of my highlights of the previous year. Thank you for sharing your beautiful stories with us.

If you feel like answering (no pressure): What is something unconventional that your OC thinks is romantic? Does their LI agree?

Wishing you a lovely day filled with lots of love!

Ahhh happy Valentine’s Day to you too!! 💖🥰 This is such a lovely message, and knowing that attachment theory has been a highlight for you makes my heart so full. Thank you for reading and for being here, sweet friend!!💕

And ooooh, I love this question! Something unconventional that Holland finds romantic? Honestly, I think she has a real soft spot for being known in all the little ways—like, not just the big sweeping gestures, but when someone quietly remembers something about her, even if she never made a big deal of it. Someone handing her her coffee exactly the way she likes it without asking, or keeping track of what songs she hums when she’s distracted. Stuff like that absolutely wrecks her (though god forbid she admit it out loud lol).

As for whether Nate agrees—oh, absolutely. If anything, that’s his whole approach to love: a constant, quiet noticing. (And also like, let's be real: that man can probably find romance in anything.) It’s a language they both speak fluently, even when Holland’s still pretending not to understand it. 😌

And as my valentine to you, lovely anon, I also wrote a quick AT-verse ficlet of Holland and Nate's first v-day together, below the cut~

(no spoilers, set after the events of the main story)

sugar on the rim

February, Next Year The restaurant was crowded and warm, the low murmur of voices and clinking of silverware on plates mingling with the soft strains of violin music filtering out from the bar area and through the dining room. The lights had been dimmed, and there were candles on each table, the glow from them flickering in time with the music that seemed to grow quieter by the minute. It was, in every way, exactly the sort of place that Holland would have hated under any other circumstances.

It was a place to be seen. Somewhere you'd go with someone you wanted — or were obliged — to impress. A place for important business deals or milestone celebrations. Not the kind of restaurant anyone went to just for the hell of it, or simply because the food was good. (Even though the food had been excellent.)

And it was also, very pointedly, a place to go with a date. Which was why they were there, of course. It was Valentine's Day, after all.

Which, ordinarily, was the sort of thing that would have made Holland want to bolt, if not for the fact that Nate looked so damned pleased about the entire affair. He'd been so eager, when he'd suggested this, to make sure she knew he understood that she was, as he’d put it, "not the biggest fan of the whole production.” That he'd be just as happy to stay at home with her. But there'd been a look in his eyes that had given him away, a sort of wistful hopefulness that had made her chest ache, just a little.

She could never have denied him anything, anyway.

And so far, things hadn't been nearly as bad as she'd anticipated they'd be. In fact, it had ended up being...nice, even. She hadn't expected to have such a good time, but she had. The company had been excellent, as always, and Nate had seemed so delighted to be there, and even the little touches — the music, the candles, the wine — had somehow managed not to seem too overdone. Too much, for a night that she hadn't wanted to make anything out of in the first place.

It had all been...well, kind of perfect, really. Almost annoyingly so, if she could have summoned the slightest bit of irritation or impatience or cynicism about the whole thing.

Instead, Holland found that she couldn't even muster the desire to be cynical about the whole saccharine affair. Because she wasn't, not really. Not about this.

Not about him.

She watched the candlelight dance in his eyes, flickering as he studied her, a smile curving up the corner of his mouth.

"You're quiet," he observed. He was smiling, but his voice held a note of hesitation, something like worry or apprehension coloring the edges of his words.

He was right. She had been quiet. Maybe too quiet. She'd gotten a little lost in her thoughts, and now he was looking at her, that crease in his forehead, a little uncertainty in his eyes, like there was something on the tip of his tongue that he was a little afraid to ask.

So she offered him a reassuring smile, trying to brush away the concern in his expression, wanting to see that easy, comfortable smile of his again. "Just thinking," she said.

"Oh?" That crease in his forehead hadn't disappeared, his gaze still intent, still searching her face, a question in his eyes. "About what?"

She could have lied, she supposed. Could have said something glib or snarky, a joke or quip to try and lighten the mood. Something that would have given him an out, an opportunity to brush off the worry that she could see in his face. Something that would have let them both skirt around the question that she knew was really on his mind.

But she didn't. Instead, she took a deep breath, and looked at him, and said: "How happy I am."

She watched the candlelight flicker in his eyes, watched his smile grow slowly. Watched him relax, the tension leaving his body as his shoulders dropped and his expression softened and warmed.

"Yeah?" He sounded pleased.

A blush warmed her face. A tiny smile lifted the corner of her mouth. "Yeah," she said, letting that tiny smile spread into a full one. "Are you happy?"

"Always."

"That's a lie." But she was smiling when she said it. "And not even a good one."

He laughed, the sound rich and warm and intimate. The way the sound made her feel...

(It made her want to bury her face in her hands. It was ridiculous, how much he made her want.)

"I'm happy when I'm with you," he amended.

"Better," she said softly. "Still a little schmaltzy for my taste, but..."

He arched a brow, still smiling. "Too much?" There was a hint of concern there, an apology lingering in the subtext, ready to be said out loud if needed, the barest tinge of uncertainty and hesitation and something very, very Nate — the sense of worry over having maybe gone a step too far.

(Sweet. Nervous. And oh so achingly, profoundly endearing. Like he always was.)

And she thought: No such thing as too much, with you.

She didn't say that. Instead, she gave a small, amused shrug. "It's fine."

Nate's grin widened. "Just fine, hm?"

She lifted a shoulder again. "Eh." But her eyes were soft, her mouth quirking into another smile. "Maybe a little more than 'fine.'"

He laughed again.

(She thought she could live in the sound of his laugh.)

Nate leaned back in his chair, his expression fond, gaze warm and soft, the tension in his shoulders eased now. He seemed...contented. At ease. Happy.

"Thank you," he said.

"For?"

"For coming with me tonight. And for..." He waved a hand, gesturing vaguely. "Being here. Doing this. I know it's not your favorite holiday."

"It's fine," she said again. And then, softer, with another small shrug: "I like making you happy."

He gave her a look that was so tender and affectionate it made her chest tighten. "I am," he said quietly. "I really, really am."

[roxalew]

🐞✧ Ladybird Eevee ✧ 🐞

A Ladybird themed Eevee who'd totally work in a super cool movie theater ♡

- They're up for free raffle on Deviantart and Toyhouse to find their new home.

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[oedonchapeldweller]

maybe someday i will finish these lol