#8 oc facts

[razzafrazzle]

making more gravity falls ocs like its 2014... my lord how time flies

[image description: a reference drawing of a gravity falls original character named Luna Jahan, a medium-skinned chubby woman with curly dark brown hair. she is wearing a light teal blouse with a red bowtie and long red skirt, and she is also holding a walking cane. blurbs next to her state that she is 30 years old, that her pronouns are she/her, and that she is an aroace woman. below that is a blurb that says the following: "incredibly neurotic woman with a dehabilitating fear of death. uses divination as a way of qualling here constant anxieties. loves reading people's fortunes. would do anything to finally feel safe for once." below that is a drawing of luna with an anxious expression, as well as the caption "the worrierrrrrr". end id]

[muppet-facts]

Muppet Fact #1280

Gonzo Presents Muppet Weird Stuff is the only video in the Playhouse Video series to incorporate clips from The Muppet Movie. Other videos in the series include Fozzie's Muppet Scrapbook and Rock Music with the Muppets.

Source:

Gonzo Presents Muppet Weird Stuff. 1985.

[booplesnotts-art]

Added colour quickly between work

I have been SO busy lately it’s the worst- there’s my girl again though cause wow I did not expect my previous post of her to get so much attention- hopefully I can push out something new soon🖤

Lucille desc + a little more info below the cut:

Lucille is supposed to be a taller woman with light hair and some sort of green motifs to her, mainly her dress. She’s usually pretty pale, almost sickly pale, because she just doesn’t take care of herself properly, and normally appears tired/like she’s been through some shit (cause she really has). She was supposed to be in her 40s/late 40s (subject to change) but looks older because of her weathered appearance.

Lucille is also usually decently well put together, but working in castle dimitrescu and doing the things she does definitely comes with the price of getting blood on everything (and I also just like to make her bloody). Not that she always particularly minds the blood; in fact, she might even enjoy getting blood on her a little too much. She’s much more clean and pristine in her og story; she’s a lovely lady’s maid, aside from all the murder and overall insanely unhinged things she does in general.

She’s just very… very into her job (and her lady)

Lucille’s also usually a very stoic woman. She’s cold and aloof toward literally anyone but her lady (in re it would be lady d and her daughters). However, there is another side of Lucille that she keeps hidden; the true side of her that is a sick, perverse, obsessed, deranged woman who is somehow even worse than the personality she displays outwardly— which is wild because normal Lucille is already absolutely horrible.

She also likes spiders. That’s all.

[rice-likes-squids]

this got a fair bit of attention on Twitter so...

Agents Relationship Chart!!

Little icons under the cut!

and also a couple interactions between Sally, Eight and Cuarta i couldnt include because i didnt have the space to include them

(Sally and Cuarta's interaction is a jerma reference, teehee)

[noxious-fennec]

Local divorcee spending his 10 year wedding anniversary gnawing on the homewrecker's back

[goomyloid]

god i wish squids were real

[emmyarts7]

Hello, I'm back with yet another question! This time mostly generic!

Me and a friend have a headcannon that Octolings can squeak, while inklings can purr (inktolings chirp). Do your agents/characters do that too?

Mine work a bit different!

Octolings purr and squeak, Inklings can hiss and growl.

Wanted to emphasize how opposite both species are. Showing how inklings are the brawn to octolings brains.

Fun too since octopi actually can purr and squid’s can actually hiss

[esteemed-excellency]

I was thinking about Hiram's earlier days in the neath, I remember his first Nightmares 8 achievement (Dream's Mirror) but not when he first got to Wounds 8, so I chose to make it the starting point of his Getting A Bit Mad About The State Of Things arc.

Assorted headcanons under the cut, cw for death and murder:

Hiram died for the first time during the fall, he bled out on the streets after a piece of cornice from a building fell on his head. He blacked out before dying and he woke up still a bit dizzy, after a weird dream about drowning in black water.

After failing to find his family's house (the entire street sank), he went to the Hargraves' law firm offices to salvage what he could. Two men were looting the place and he tried to reason with them, but it didn't work. Things devolved into a fight, ill equipped and desperate on Hiram's part, until the looters stabbed him and left him for dead.

The Boatman had the occasion to give him an extensive talk about the nature of death in the neath, and something clicked in Hiram's head as he realised that if dying had no consequence whatsoever there was no point in trying to reason with the looters. Actually there was no point in trying to reason with people in general. What was the worst that could happen? Death? Apparently not.

He knew how to fence for sport and shoot to hunt, so some defence and attack skills were definitely there, but what wasn't there from the start was the hubris that came with the fact that a lot of Socially Acceptable Actions and their Consequences were now completely inconsequential, death included. It was up to him to make things consequential if he cared about them, and he cared very much about the remains of his family's possessions.

He did everything he could to find the two men again, and after a few months of snooping around as a census taker and dealing with smugglers, he finally found out their names and location. He had no intention of reasoning with them this time, or buying his things back. He shot the looters and managed to recover a stack of documents, some daguerreotypes, and a few paintings, including a family portrait.

He never spared a thought for the fact that he had just killed two men because 1) they killed him first and retaliation felt satisfying, 2) he was still mourning his family, 3) death didn't matter anymore and 4) if death didn't matter, then why was his family gone and he wasn't?

Years later, after studying the effects of the Treacheries, the timing between the moment his house collapsed (when London began to sink) and his first death (when London was far enough from the Sun) was still driving him mad.

[evil-keitaiyuri01]

i put the multi in multifandom

will yall jump at me for making an oc assosciated with bill

[squoobest]

(warmup) thoughts about older design for eggboy/the glowing one

[blackbackedjackal]

Might be time for old man redraw..

[captainderyn]

[Fictober24] Day 2: "It's been a long time."

Prompt: "It's been a long time."

Fandom: LOTRO

Pairings: Wulfwryn/Raenor

Warnings: None

Summary: A young Faewryn spins tales of the Dunedain, playing pretend in a grand adventure. Along the way she learns of old friends of Raenor and Wulfwryn.

Translations:

Telellë: little elf Ada: dad henig: my child emil: mother

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Tales of the Dunedain were fraught with danger, adventure, and feats that defied what seemed possible. The stories swirled vividly in Faewryn’s mind, spun by the skillful voice of Aragorn to a rapt Eldarion and her the afternoon prior. Both her ada and mother had told her bedtime stories of rangers as well, and she knew the songs her ada sang of them by heart. 

This afternoon she was not Faewryn, the Gondorian half-elf, but one of the Dunedain, proud and tall, forging through distant lands, searching for a foul creature that threatened all of Man. The stone around her did not make up the walls of her family home in Minas Tirith; it was a forgotten hideout in the deep woods. Within her hideout she peeked through the windows—watching for the signal that marked a sighting of her mark. 

There! A bird call. That was the signal, she had to move now! 

Faewryn scrambled down from her perch by the window, scanning the room for her supplies. She snatched her wooden sword in its cloth sheath from the doorway of her bedroom as well as the dark brown throw blanket from the foot of her bed. Slinging the blanket around her shoulders, she tied it in a fumbling knot, only for it to come undone and fall around her feet as soon as she moved. 

That wouldn’t do, it wouldn’t do at all. She had to make haste! The Enemy could escape at any time. 

The bird call sounded again, more urgent this time, and Faewryn gasped. She hurried into her parents room, tugging along the small stool from the corner of her own bedroom. 

Using the stool, she stepped onto it and reached for an ornate wooden box sitting on the dresser. Her mother had taken it down several times for her to sort through the broaches and cloak pins, and if there was something she needed urgently now it was a pin. 

Her mother had always cautioned her not to prick her fingers on the sharp edges, but she’d never cautioned Faewryn about using one at all…

A shining cloak pin caught her attention and she picked it up, balancing it in her palms. It was a black broach emblazoned with a six-pointed white star. It reminded Faewryn of her mother’s daily uniform—the colors matched and the star echoed the ones that surrounded the White Tree on all the banners around the city. 

She let the box drop closed and hopped off her step stool, running back to her discarded cloak. Once more the bird all sounded and she fumbled with the pin. 

“I’m coming!” she called, finally getting the clasp to snap. With that she ran for the door, shoving it open with a grunt. Just to slam into a veritable wall of heavy fabric. 

The Enemy was here!

With a great battle shout, Faewryn freed herself of the Enemy’s clutches, shaking the cloth sheath off of her sword after wild waving it about and taking up her stance for battle. 

“Come no further, Enemy!” she cried, brandishing her sword. 

Her mother rocked back on her heels before an amused glint flashed through her eyes. 

“Telellë, you have caught me unarmed!” Wulfwryn exclaimed. 

Faewryn grinned, gesturing broadly with her sword. “Surrender, you can’t win!” 

Wulfwryn gave a beaten sigh, lifting her shoulders up and down dramatically with the motion. “So it would seem…” She said before smiling. “But you’ve underestimated me, warrior!” 

Before Faewryn had the chance to react she was scooped off her feet and hoisted over Wulfwryn’s shoulder. She squirmed but couldn’t free herself and her sword clattered out of her hands. 

“Ada!” She howled, tossing herself around. “Ada, I’ve been captured!” 

Wulfwryn grunted, letting Faewryn down. 

”You’re getting big, henig, I won’t be able to capture you much longer.” she said. 

Faewryn scampered over to her ada, who appeared around the corner. Raenor ran his fingers through her hair as she melted into a hug. She glowered at up at him from beneath furrowed brows. 

“Your warning call didn’t say the enemy was right there.” 

Raenor tossed his free hand up in an oh dear gesture. “Ach! I was never made for scouting. You fight bravely though, henig.” 

Wulfwryn eased herself into a crouch, waving Faewryn over, “What’s the broach you’ve chosen today? Let me see.” 

Faewryn protested when Wulfwryn went to unclip it, tugging her ‘cloak’ more tightly around herself, so she leaned closer to inspect it instead. Her lips pressed together in a wistful smile as she ran her fingers over the six pointed star. 

“Ah, have I ever told you of the story behind this one?” she asked. 

Faewryn shook her head but pointed to the embroidery on Wulfwryn’s overcoat, “No, but I thought it looked like yours, emil.” 

Wulfwryn pushed herself out to her feet, holding out her hand to Faewryn. “Would you like to hear the story?” She asked. 

Grabbing her hand, Faewryn held out her other hand for her father. Raenor fell into step alongside her, holding her hand even as they had to bend and stretch to go single file though the door. 

“Of course I want to hear it!” Faewryn exclaimed, clambering onto her mother’s lap as Wulfwryn pulled out one of the chairs at the table. 

Wulfwryn wrapped her arms around Faewryn, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Raenor settled in on their other side, leaning his forearms onto the tabletop. 

“That star is that of the Dunedain.” Wulfwryn started, tapping her finger against the cloak clasp. “This one in particular came from a group known as the Grey Company.” 

Faewryn looked down at the broach, mouthing the name to etch it into her memory, “Did you travel with them, emil?” 

“Ay, both your ada and I traveled alongside them for quite a time, through Dunland and times before. It’s been…I’m not sure I can put a count on how many years ago that was.” 

“It’s been a long time.” Raenor agreed. “It is a great honor to receive one such star, and I’m ashamed to admit my own was lost to a place dark and foul during our travels.” 

Faewryn ran her fingers over the indentations of the engravings, eyes wide. 

“Does that mean you’re Rangers?” she asked in awe. 

Wulfwryn laughed, “No, alas, we were simply honored with a token of their kind.” 

A sorrowful look crossed her face and Faewryn shimmied closer, wrapping her arms around her mother’s shoulders. Wulfwryn held her close, deep in thought for a long moment. 

“They were very, very good people.” she finally said. “Would you like to hear some more stories?”  

[starrysharks]

i used to be a bit conscious about having so many girls/fem characters in my works (starsaints carnival is the only developed story right now that doesn't have a female protagonist, and most of the time i have to actively go out of my way to make male characters) but you know what fuck it i like girls so i'm gonna write girls goddammit!!!

[ask-squidbeaks-agents]

can you tell us about four's other friends?

Of Course! Their names are Aimee and Alec-

Aimee has been friends with Four since childhood, Alec is a newer addition to the duo- now trio. Aimee is a very gentle, soft spoken inkling- a major contrast to her best friend Four. Alec is a quiet, reserved inkling?- octoling?- Even Four isn't sure which he is, what she does know is he's hella competitive.

Also note these two know nothing of the SBS what so ever- to them Four likes to just up and disappear for days on end- they assume to binge some video game-

[cheezyharu]

You REALLY need to be there to see my reaction when I saw the words void (Mournfinale) in the Heaven Area 8 announcement lmao, I was jumping around in the middle of school like a fucking toddler...

Anyways, Deicide and TEmTaTiON! Initially it's just Deicide, but then I started thinking about Temp too so here he is lmao

[waterloggedsoliloquy]

The first three winning colors of that crayola color poll! Give it up for Hekabe Fizwiz, Mackay Rotini, and Helios Bombol!