#Afk OC

[lazycakelc]

My small little lizard man Fernand 💗✨

I love him 💗💗✨💗✨✨

[fineapple20]

Heeeeey finally finished this little challenge. Been surrounded by a lot of cool ocs lately so i couldn't resist drawing them as a little theat

Characters belong to:

@hdtt555 @bwnmen @ivisnim @lazycakelc @5hanebia

Originals under the cut because quality drop on this pic is crazy

(⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧ yeyyyy

[feli026]

Vix and Odie doodle for the day!!

[masond-jar]

anyway they arent together or anything not at all

[darkness-in-the-face-of-the-deep]

I, as a good parent, of course celebrating my son's birthday

Even if they are OC and fankid of some game characters

So. Asterius is 5 years old now. Wow. How long ago a created him. At least in the real world they are five. In the story of course is older

All celebration in the my afk arena au

Orthros and Zolrath of course can't stop argue, Ansiel baked the cake, and Owain just standing here with present for his best friend

And maybe some redraw of the old old (from 2020) designs and human disguise for them

So, what are going to do? I love them, I'm going to do it every year. My son deserves it. Love him so much

Technically, I'm late, coz his birthday is at 4th of November, in my time zone it's already 5th, but... I don't care. I was celebrating, drawing and feeling bad today. As my friend said, "Astir wouldn't mind if you decided not to torture yourself"

Of course they wouldn't mind.... of course

[hummingbirbqueen]

A little wip of a grave born afk oc ✨️

I know he doesn't expertly look like a graveborn yet but he'll get there lol and I'm trying lineart again ^^

[m0thisonfire]

20 for the drabble ask game with Vedan/Nil!

Ask game: X

20.

Nil isn't fully accustomed to affectionate gestures or physical intimacy yet. Vedan decides it's time to start slow.

"... I do not fully understand the purpose of this."

"I know." Vedan sighed, not moving from where he was reclined. His head was resting against one of his hands as he crossed his leg over the other to give the impression he was more relaxed than he was feeling. He was sitting on one of his more comfortable chairs, one of the ones Nil often would complain about being 'inefficient' and 'unnecessary'.

Nil was standing in the doorway of the study, watching Vedan closely with those unnaturally bright blue eyes, intense and focused with that inhuman precision. No doubt she was examining his body language and the state of the room trying to figure out why he called her in.

Fortunately for her, it was more of a bonding experience, or experiment, for the two of them.

Vedan shifted in his seat, sitting up more as he asked in a purposely soft tone, "Do you trust me?"

Silence. He knew the answer to that question already. If Nil didn't trust him, she would never show up when he summoned her, much less be willing to be alone anywhere with him. He heard that faint sharp clicking sound that often accompanied Nil getting nervous or suspicious as she tilted her head.

"Of course I do, Vedan. What is this?"

The Count just smiled, gesturing for her to come closer. Which she did. Vedan could hear the increasing volume of her internal workings, the clicks and whirs speeding up audibly as she went to stand in front of him. He didn't say anything. He was nervous too. This was... New. And he didn't want to frighten the automaton off before he actually did anything.

Holding a hand out invitingly, he uncrossed his legs and waited patiently for her to make the next move. Nil kept her eyes trained on his face, no doubt tracking every moment and expression shift that passed trying to discern his intentions. When she finally took his hand, Vedan carefully pulled her closer before wrapping an arm around her waist and tugging her down to sit on his thigh. A test, keeping his grip loose should she feel the need to react.

Nil held perfectly still, though Vedan swore he heard something make a popping glass sound somewhere inside her chest. He raised an eyebrow, asking in a low voice, "Are you-?"

"Perfectly fine." She interrupted with that calm and even inflection. Nil's expression didn't change, but she did frown as she fixed her gaze on Vedan, repeating her earlier question with a hint of hesitation, "What... Is the purpose of this?"

"Uhm..." Vedan took a moment to formulate a response she wouldn't find odd or be frustrated with, deciding to be as honest as he could with her, "I just... I wanted to be close to you. Closer, at least. It's a thing people do when they're in relationships."

Nil fell silent again. Vedan took the moment to focus on the fact that despite being an entity made entirely of metal, she was oddly light. She was wonderfully designed, too. A near perfect pass for a normal human woman, save for the slight glow to her eyes and the very clear uncanny feeling in the way she carried herself.

She finally made a hum, shifting slightly. Vedan expected her to move away or attempt to get up, but his eyes widened when instead Nil leaned against him and rested her head on his shoulder.

Relaxing more, he leaned back against the chair with her, letting her get comfortable. Nil spoke up again, her monotone voice ringing with an air of curiosity, "This is... Affection. I've seen it. With the others. This is what it's like?"

Vedan smiled, moving to tentatively put a hand on her back, "I believe so. The whole physical contact thing isn't so bad, is it?"

"It's disgusting. And I still believe it is a form of weakness." Vedan wasn't sure whether to sigh or roll his eyes. But then Nil's eyes flickered for a moment, and her expression shifted into her pouty frown as he admitted reluctantly, "... Not bad though. This... Vulnerability."

That made him chuckle, asking amused, "So I take it you want to get up then?"

"No." Nil immediately responded, making no move to get up.

Ho boy...

He just shook his head and closed his eyes, listening to the fireplace crackle and the low, now much duller and droning sound of Nil's systems slowing.

... If she shut down here, he was screwed, he wouldn't be able to get up for the rest of the night-

[whitefox9]

Скетчики с новым "ребёнком".

Теперь по афк арене есть новый перс. Драконис Кайда :3

Пора на ОСов референсы начать делать.

[shortstrawberryartzsblog]

I decided to redesign my one AFK oc, Valentine, bc I really didn’t fw their old design 😭😭😭

Anyways, rebranded them into more of a cupid-like celestial

[bippityboppity69]

So I have an idea for an OC, they are called Annih's Gardener. Strange name but they are not a Hypogean, they are a Graveborn. More specifically a Graveborn Botanist. (This is long story BTW. It's their backstory and I will warn you there is a lot of death but it's got a happy ending.)

Originally, they were a Wilder who was a Botanist. Think like Solise but they are not a Flower Whisperer. So how did they become a Graveborn? A case of wrong time, wrong place.

They had been collecting some strange looking flora when they had been ambushed. Last thing they saw was a sword and BAM, nothing. However, that wasn't the end. They ended up getting revived but they still had their free will.

So now we have a Wilder turned Graveborn with free will. What do they do? They realise they are basically immortal and decide to dedicate their undead life to the study of Botany. After all, they have eternity now!

Years pass and by now, they have one of the most expansive and well hidden greenhouses. Right at the edge of the Wilders Forest (why would they leave? This is their home.)

Now there is a downside to being Graveborn. That is that their body has been decaying, slowly but surely. Which they do not like so they started researching for what they could do to stop/prevent this. Until one day, they were looking over their Sundew plants (It's a carnivorous plant, they're really cool.) And had a brillant idea!

Why not use their plants to help?

This led to some... experimenting. They used their body as a garden. Vines replaced lost muscle. Plants that can detect touch (Sundew, Venus Flytrap,etc) were used in place of skin. Slowly and surely they turned themselves into a greenhouse.

One day, another Graveborn arrived. A giant who was mostly bone, but he had come looking for this "necromancer." Well, there was no necromancer around, only the Gardener. After a lot of confusion and talking, the Gardener agreed to help them.

More vines and different plants and bam, there's another Graveborn who is a walking garden. They leave and the Gardener is alone... Until the Graveborn comes back with another. The process repeats and this time, they ask to stay.

Why? It's peaceful here. There is no fallen king screaming demands, no giant eye. It's calm and kind. It's a safe haven for Graveborns who cannot get to the Isle of the Banished.

Soon, word kind of gets out. Grant (the giant Graveborn) and Ivy (the second Graveborn) help guard their new home. The Gardener takes in those that need it and for those who threaten them... Well bodies make fantastic fertilizer and their plants are always hungry.

One day, an odd visitor arrives. A human woman, who collaspes crying, begging for help.

"Please. They've taken over my village and have accused my child of being a Hypogean!"

They calm her down and bring her to the greenhouse to get the whole story. She explains that she is the wife of the Mayor, her name is Izzia. Two weeks ago, a group from the church had come to their village. They said there had been reports of a Hypogean? So, the village offered them lodging and anything they would need.

"That was the worst mistake we made."

These...monsters were tyrants. They demanded money, they demanded women, men. Everything. And if they were denied.

Hypogean.

Burned at the stake.

"Yesterday, they saw my child with our family heirloom. A little silver necklace that my grandmother had gotten from the archbishop. They demanded it and my, oh my sweet little Layla, she refused. They acc- accussed her of working with a Hypogean. She's only 9! Please, we need help. I know the church will not help, they are the problem. I heard you helped people and... Please help us."

This was the first time someone who wasn't a Graveborn had asked for their help. The Gardener asked to talk with Grant and Ivy, they wanted their thoughts. What did they think?

Grant wanted to help, he seemed quite distressed by her crying. Said it reminded him of a memory he couldn't quite place. Ivy agreed, so it was set. They would help Izzia as best as they could.

"Thank you." She sobbed. "My village is a three hour walk from here."

The Gardener followed her through the forest, Grant and Ivy close behind. It was clear which one was Izzia's village. Charred skeletons and burned bodies hung from stakes. Not even the vultures touched their bodies.

Izzia knew the names of every single one. Some were friends, some were family.

"They say that Dura guides them. Why would she do this to us?" She looked away from the stakes. "Is this truely her will or do they simply use her name to justify this?"

The village was dead silent. No dogs barked, no birds sang. The air was heavy. Ivy and Grant both mentioned that it felt like the Court of Terror.

"They're in the church. They're always in the church."

Izzia pointed to the chapel, fear in her eyes. The Gardener stode ahead, they had seen enough. They always helped those in need and this place, these people needed so much help.

Wooden doors were pushed open to reveal a horrifying sight. Dried blood on the floor and walls, shackles stained red. A child tied to a stake, sobbing and crying for Izzia, her mother.

"This child is working with a Hypogean!" A priest screamed. "Dura shall cleanse this sinner with her holy light!"

Grant bellowed a name, not one of the child, but of someone else. The church fell silent then more screams. Of monster, of Hypogean, one heard above the rest.

"MAMA!"

Grant rushed forward, people scattered to not be crushed. Pulling little Layla from the burning stake, holding her close. The priest screamed then fell silent as vines wrapped around his throat. Ivy rushed at the guards, not letting them get close.

"Layla!" Grant handed the child off as the Gardener walked towards these...monsters.

"You say," They spoke, voice soft as petals in the wind. "You work for Dura? You do this in her name?"

Plants grew around them, green and vibrant. Flowers bloomed between thorns, colors filling the church. The villagers merely watched in shock and awe.

"You say this is Dura's will?" The crack of trees rang in their voice, the rage of the forest. "To kill these innocent people? To use them for your own selfish gains?"

The priest choked and flailed as they were brought closer.

"Then consider this her will as well."

*CRACK*

And the priest was no more. Silence rang before a sob came from Layla. Villagers stood up, gazing at the three in awe.

"Who are you?" A man whispered.

"I am the Gardener." They stated.

"Did Dura send you?" A timid voice asked.

"She send those monsters to us!" A woman hissed. "No, you...had to be send by Annih. You're Annih's Gardener."

More voices added to this name, sobbing and thanking them. Asking what they needed. They didn't need anything. They were only helping.

"Can you stay?" A tiny voice, little Layla asked. Holding her hand up to Grant, "You remind me of Papa. I miss him."

"...Stay?" Grant asked, voice rough and unused. He looked at Ivy and the Gardener. "Home?"

Eyes gazed at them. Silently begging them to stay here. Izzia stood up before clearing her throat.

"We don't have much, but..."

"You do not need to offer us anything." The Gardener stated as they walked outside. Flowers bloomed in their steps. Their touch brought green to brown and black. "This garden needs help and I am the Gardener after all."

Life came back to the village, but even after, the Gardener never really left. Ivy took to patrolling, to protect these people and help train them. Grant became a common sight, usually with Layla and a few other children running around him. Laughing and smiling as flowers bloomed on him.

Time did pass, but still they stayed. More Graveborn came to the tiny village and soon the Gardener moved their greenhouse there permanently. The living and undead lived together in this peaceful garden, flourishing and working together.

And if more from the church came, well they always needed more fertilizer.

(If you guys want little descriptions of Grant and Ivy. Grant is built like Ogi but he has bull horns. His ribcage is exposed but vines are wrapped around them. On his shoulders are bushes that are filled with little white flowers.

For Ivy, they are very slender and fast. One arm is actually not there. It was just bone so they now have a giant thorn that acts as a sword. Along their spine is a trellising vine that helps hold them upright.)

[lazycakelc]

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[lazycakelc]

Cuties with @5hanebia !!!!!

THEY ARE SO CUTE O MY GOD

[afkhowstrange]

Little did Sinbad knew she was about to put a curse that could make him trip on banana peels three times on him at the moment…

[feli026]

Igor is #1 ceritified artist

[masond-jar]

[darkness-in-the-face-of-the-deep]

More of my AU/fanon

Orthros, Zolrath and their fankid Asterius (Astir for short) as a child

And au Ansiel of course, lol

Family relationships, yeah

Ansiel: so, you brought me a grandchild?

Orthros: .... Father, please. Why?

Ansiel: they look like you. And like me too!

Orthros: ...??????