#Clow oc

[wellthebardsdead]

Clow: *joining the harpers in hiding for the ambush, watching quietly and waiting* I- *steps out in shock*

Wyll: C-Clow?! What are you doing?!

Clow: I know him… *steps out in view of the caravan* Kar’niss?… is that you?

Kar’niss: who lurks in the da-… I know you… *steps forward slowly* szarkai Do’Urden, slave to spider bitch servants, szarkai like me, pretty pale spider… *halts in front of him and leans down, the lantern gleaming off of clows icy skin as the tadpole reacts to his presence, entering their mind* you are chosen by my majesty too! Free from your masters, free in our majesty’s light! *takes his hand gently* come, come with me.

Clow: I- wait- *pulls the artefact from his bag and holds it up, it’s surface glowing red hot and burning into the driders mind, finding his consciousness through the fragments and showing him the truth* fight- with me?… for our freedom?

Kar’niss: I- *blinks and looks at the artefact, then at him* the absolute… lied to me… the cultists- held me down, dropped that leech on my face, laughed as they told it to ‘pick an eye’ so dark in the cave, so dark in this land, I couldn’t resist I couldn’t fight back, no better than lolth, worse than lolth! *snarls and draws his blade, turning to face the rest of the caravan* FILTHY CULTISTS!! YOU WILL BLEED FOR WHAT YOUVE DONE TO ME!! *lifts Clow up onto his abdomen and charges into battle*

*several hours later*

Astarion: so we have a drider amongst us?

Clow: *letting Kar’niss braid his hair as they rest amongst the huge pillow nest he built him* yes! He won’t cause any trouble. He’s always been very polite and well behaved, the only reason he was turned into this is because his house lost favour, *reaches up stroking his cheek* you didn’t deserve this…

Kar’niss: *trills in delight at his touch and leans into it* hnnnnrrrr~

[mixy-fancy]

✨💥 Cutie, Jax and Bimbo 💥✨

I really love so much the second chapter of digital circus I was looking forward to it with so much anticipation and excitement! 💥✨

I made this quick little edit of Cutie and Bimbo interatuating with jax, I missed boxie and leo also my other oc's IA but they will be for another edits I have planned!!!

They would be saying:

Bimbo: shck.... The whole thing was so boring... I was expecting more excitement and explosions!

Cutie: well at least it was quiet and I appreciate that ...

Jax: ....

[snuffpuppyart]

Testing a new pencil

[siphoklansan]

*pulls up in a Barbie toy car* Psst, GET IN THE CAR BIRTHDAY LOSER WE GOING TO CAUSE PANIC

Question: would you ever dyed your hair and if you did what color?

*JUMPING IN THE BARBIE TOY CAR* LET’S GO BESTIEEEEEEE🗣️‼️‼️

OOOOOOOO I don’t think I’d ever dye my hair because it would take a lot of effort to take care of it :OO (like, the quality(?) of your hair is worse than before because of the dye and stuff. My sister dyed her hair and showed me the struggles and I’m like😦)

I’M OPEN TO THE POSSIBILITY THOUGH!!! HMMMMMM I think I’d dye my hair into a light-ish grey-ish color? Maybe a desaturated blue or something :OOO

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[fuckhouse2theelectricboogaloo]

Broccoli headass 😭

[crownonacat]

Prompt #16: Third Rate

Spoilers for Endwalker a bit!

The man behind the counter appeared old and weathered and horribly, horribly thin. A part of Clow felt a surge of sympathy for the way the man's clothes hung off his frame and for how the man's hands shook in midair, a trembling that seemed to rattle his very bones and one that translated to a visible shiver that worked its way through him at times violently. The rest of him was in shock of the fact that the second he'd stepped into this bar, or stand really all things considered, this stranger had squinted his eyes -one a clear verdant green and the other a milky white - and then started muttering something under his breath about filthy vagrant good for nothings wasting his gil. Nevermind that Clow was more than ten years too old to be a "new adventurer."

Or that his hair had started going stark white in places prematurely despite his efforts to try and relax after the near end of the Star.

Or that he knew the man had put in a request to simply slay some Peistes in the region because they'd started wandering too close to where he'd set up shop in Southern Thanalan.

(It was somewhat amusing and refreshing in its own way. He'd managed to keep his own identity and all it's fastenings concealed from most of the general guild clients he'd worked with since things had mercifully calmed down but sometimes he'd receive some who'd been tipped off or some who'd grown increasingly suspicious or outright fearful of him as he'd gone about fulfilling their requests. But this would be the first in a long while he thought, a little hysterically, that thought he was just some filthy gil-grabbing third rate adventurer.)

[kasenova]

Surprise attack. 💚❤️

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[loonarjester]

Redesign of an old character

[cuppakouhii]

Charli!

[wellthebardsdead]

Clow: *seated with Guenhwyvar resting her head in his lap, purring so loudly she could almost rattle every bone in the small drows frame* good girl, such a lovely girl, *strokes her fur and smiles as she nuzzles into each touch*

Drizzt: *smiling watching them* she likes it if you scratch her chin. *looks to Wyll* yes I’m hurt. I find out I have a nephew who just escaped over a century of enslavement, I finally find him and find out he’s already married after only 7 months above ground!!

Wyll: I understand your concern but I promise you our marriage isn’t affecting his freedom and he’s welcome to do whatever he pleases-

Drizzt: Oh I don’t care about that I’m upset because I missed the wedding!!! None of you thought to send a letter?! Not even a note?! He knew of my existence not one of you could have shown him how the postal system works here?!

Clow: *now barely peering over the panther as she drapes herself across his lap* no one believed me when I said you were my uncle. I mean- mintharas the exception but no one believed her either.

Minthara: as if I would lie about his parentage.

Drizzt: *pulls back his hood* What difference between our faces is there beyond skin tone and my wrinkles?!?!

Wyll: w-well to be fair none of us ever saw you in person and there’s so many portraits from different artists nobody was certain what you really looked like s-sir-

Drizzt: and yet you still didn’t believe him when he’s the man you married?!?! I missed my only nephews wedding! My daughter would have been thrilled to meet her cousin!!

Clow: *now on the ground as the panther licks his face like a cub* I have a cousin?

Drizzt: yes!!

Wyll: I’m- guessing I’m not in your good graces then?

Drizzt: You certainly aren’t right now!

[wouldntyou-liketoknow]

The Gift That Keeps On Giving: Incorrect Quotes (please just ignore how none of them are holiday-themed...)

Remember this post? Well, unfortunately, it was pretty damn prophetic. The gift-story I've been working on will take more time than I expected. (On the bright side, maybe I can make a weird little New Year's Eve thing out of it.)

But I still refuse to not post something special for my friends on here for Christmas!

And if it can't be a full-on story, then I'll go for the next best thing: MIXING FANMADE CHARACTERS INTO MEMES.

(Disclaimer: two of the characters involved here do not belong to me. Casey Clowes was created by my amazing friend, @insane4fandoms. Sam Ryder, meanwhile, is the OC of another one of my wonderful moots, @sammys-magical-au! And as for the character who do belong to me...well, if you'd like to learn more about them, they'll each be linked as they're introduced.)

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[Since they're sort of on the same page, Casey is trying to interview Sam. He's currently trying to discuss The Pentas Family with them.]

Casey: How did you even get into an alliance with them to begin with? How can you handle all the horrific stuff they do?!

Sam: *looking past Casey, watching through the window as Murdock, The Newcomer, Caliban, Azalea, and a few other Pentas members are chasing a few targets/rivals down in the streets*

Sam: ...Sometimes, I'm not really sure, either.

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The Newcomer: *talking about the rest of The Pentas Family* “i CoUlD fIx tHeM." The Newcomer: Yeah? Well, I could accept these guys as they are. You don’t like murder? Grow up. The atrocities are part of my family, and I’ve decided they’re funny.

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Casey: Oh, fiddlesticks! This really ruffles my feathers!

Murdock: *looking genuinely disturbed/concerned* PLEASE just say "fuck."

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Garret: *kicks in the door to a target’s hideout* Your free trial of life has ended.

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Caliban: Reverse tooth fairy where you leave money under your pillow and the tooth fairy comes and leaves you a bunch of teeth.

Casey: . . .Why?!

Caliban: *shaking a bag of teeth* Just because.

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K.O.: If I got my foot cut off, then picked it up and swung it at you, would that be me hitting you or me kicking you?

Casey: Well, you'd really just mentally scar me more than anything!

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Parker: Look, in my defense, I had some really good music on, and it made me want to do something kinda evil.

Casey: . . .

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Azalea: Hey, there’s our old friend!

Casey: ...You and your buddies literally tried to kill me at some point.

Azalea: That was obviously just our way of getting to know you.

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Val: People like to say “you can be part of the problem or part of the solution,” but I happen to believe you can be both

Casey: That is NOT how it works.

Sam: *shrugging* I mean...technically, sometimes it can be...

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Two-Toes Johnny: I’ve had a lotta people ask me, “Hey, Johnny, are you a glass-half-full or a glass-half-empty kinda guy?” Two-Toes Johnny: And after some time to think, I can now confidently answer that question. Two-Toes Johnny: *pours some water into a glass. . .and then smashes that glass on the floor*

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Phoenix: I can’t do this, it’s against my moral compass.

Casey: Your moral compass is a roulette wheel.

Phoenix: What's your point?

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Miles: Nice opinion! One small issue, though. . . Miles: . . .I’ve planted a landmine in an undisclosed location inside your house. Every step you take is now a risky move.

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Casey: I think my guardian angel drinks.

Sam: Join the club, dude.

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Howie: *pulls up one of his cars with a few other Pentas members riding in the backseat; rolls down the window and honks the horn at The Newcomer* Get in, loser! We’re committing homicide!

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Casey: My bounty is missing, and there's literally blood on your hands! What did you do?!

Garret: Alright, fine. I may have aggressively hugged him...specifically with my scarf...around his neck.

Casey: So you strangled him to death?!

Garret: No, no. I aggressively hugged his neck with my scarf.

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Casey: WHAT ARE ALL THESE DEAD BODIES DOING HERE?!

Jay: *nudges one with his shoe* Honestly, not much.

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[Sometime after Casey managed to steal a bounty from Murdock]

[Extra Context: Murdock is 5'10. Casey is 6'3]

Murdock: Listen, I get that we don’t see eye-to-eye on some things, but—

Casey: That’s because you’re short.

Murdock: . . .WHAT did you just say to me?

Casey: Oh, I’m sorry. Did you not hear me down there? Should I sPEAK UP?

Murdock: What are you doing?!

Casey: I didn’t say anything. What’s up? Ah, sorry, DOWN. ‘Cause that’s where you are.

Murdock: ARE YOU TRYING TO GET YOUR—

Casey: “Kneecaps broken?” You gonna kick my shins or somethin’? ‘Cause that’s all you can reach, right?

Murdock: What is wrong with you today?!

Casey: Oh, do we have a short fuse today? DO WE. . ?

Murdock: Why are you being so insulting?! I��you—we were just having an argument—

Casey: Sorry, speak up. I can’t hear you all the way down there.

Murdock: . . .

Casey: Speak a little louder for me. Y’know, ‘cause you’re short.

Murdock: THAT’S IT, I’M GONNA—

Casey: Whoa, calm down there, you little IMP. ‘Cause, y’know, the shorter they are, the closer to hell—

Murdock: I GET THE JOKE, AND NOW I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS, I SWEAR TO GOD!

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[Sometime after Casey calls a truce with The Pentas Family. Recently, he's been struggling with a strange case, so he's reluctantly sought out some help/advice from Caliban Caliban. The two of them have been sneaking around the city late into the night; they're just now approaching the building where Casey keeps his office]

Casey: *turning the corner and looking up* ...SCOUT!

Caliban: *following Casey's gaze, his eyes widening and mouth dropping open* ...SNARE!

[Scout and Snare are currently sitting on the roof of the building, just above the back entrance]

Casey: WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING?!

[Neither Scout nor Snare answer, since they're respectively a beagle and a hare]

Caliban: HOW DID YOU GET UP THERE?!

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Two-Toes Johnny: *pouring himself a glass of wine* GOOD MORNIN'! Don’t forget to drink your water and mIND YOUR FUCKIN’ BUSINESS! Two-Toes Johnny: . . .This is wine, but you KNOW WHAT I MEAN! Two-Toes Johnny: If the things in your life are not bringin' you inspiration, income, or orgasms, they don’t belong in your life! So stop lettin' them linger around! Two-Toes Johnny: Ignore the judgmental people who always got somethin’ to say! They look like wildebeests, and you’d rather be the bitch that’s being talked about than the miserable bitch who’s talkin’! Two-Toes Johnny: So, thank you for comin' to my Sunday service. We fuck ‘em up, we fuck ‘em down, we fuck their friends when they’re outta town. Two-Toes Johnny: *takes a sip of his wine* . . .AMEN!!!

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K.O.: YOU’RE TOO LATE, CLOWES! I AM NOW FORKLIFT CERTIFIED!

K.O.:*drives around, laughing maniacally. . .at least until he crashes the forklift into something, causing now broken shelves to start falling. . .*

K.O.: *stops laughing* o-OH MY G O D—OH MY GOD—WHAT THE FUCK IS—AAAAAAAAAAHH—!

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Azalea: Okay, what does A stand for? Phoenix: Arson. Azalea: Aww, you're so good. Okay! B! What does B stand for? Phoenix: . . .Barson. Caliban: *laughs* Azalea: What stands for C? Phoenix: Commit arson. Azalea: D! Phoenix: Don't come near me, I'm going to commit arson. Caliban: *now on the floor, laughing even harder*

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Parker: We are one hundred meters from your location and approaching rapidly. Parker: S t a r t r u n n i n g .

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Casey: Sometimes I wonder why humans have different blood groups.

Caliban: So I can enjoy different flavors.

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“What are you, exactly?”

Val: A mobster.

“No, what’s your gender?”

Val: I’m a contract killer.

“No! Like, what’s under your dress?!”

Val: *pulls out a minigun from their thigh-holster under their dress* A GUN.

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[Casey has gotten caught up in one of Miles' booby traps. Surprisingly enough, it's not a harmful one, but it's still pretty damn aggravating since it ruined one of Casey's stake-outs. Sam has found Casey and is now helping him out]

Sam: Is there something you'd like to say, Mr. Clowes? Casey: *one eye twitching* Oh, there are SEVERAL things I'd like to say...

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[kanaruart]

[sailorblaster69]

hi this is my firts oc is a clow is funny hihi

[heemheemhampter]

bunch of angels

[lolly-dolli]

I'm sending you this to make you talk about Beezy on your tumblr. Inflict him upon the internet for me, I love him, give me the clownboy

Oh no

Alright motherfucker, prepare to unleash the most normal of Azzy's adult siblings (well. Minus Levi but she still has terrible anxiety and DOES want to kill a man but it's only the one guy and everyone hates him)

Content warning for uuuh....I guess murder and cannibalism are the worst Beezy has in his backstory? He's not really all that fucked up over the antichrist bit mostly just relieved he has The Shakies from what species he is and on account of he has a brain disorder

Beatrice/Beelzebub (because his pa just renames all his kids, he reckons), is a Funny Little Guy who is pretty nice once you get past his unsettlingly sharp teeth (you're pretty sure he has more than one row somehow...?), tall, wiry frame and the whole...cannibalism part.

This is probably owed to the fact that, in his own words, "his ma raised him right."

Beezy was born the Prince of Gluttony in a cozy little encampment in the Great Smoky Mountains of North Carolina with a full he'd of baker-miller pink hair and a full set of teeth. His Ma is the matriarch of a family of pig farmers who, in the warmer months, enjoy hunting the...longer variety of pig, if you catch my drift; and his father, as far as he knows, was some stiff in a three-piece suit who was the one that got away. Literally!

She was apparently so impressed at this man's ability to navigate the woods at night despite his highly impractical attire and straight-up refusal to die that taunting turned to banter turned to flirting, and to her surprise, he accepted. The rest was history, including...whatever that kind of relationship was called was by morning. She said it wouldn't've worked out long-term, though, so no skin off her back.

Nine months later, Beezy came into the world, and his Ma was apparently so tired of waiting for a girl to name after her great-great-grandma that she just decided "y'know what? Everything about this kid is weird already and we ain't the sorta people t' judge. His name's Beatrice."

This would set the tone for the rest of Beezy's life.

Beezy's species technically doesn't have a name - what they're called tends to align with whatever local folklore they line up best with, because for the most part, they read as feral to other demons and any human unfortunate enough to walk into the territory of a hungry one.

Azzy would call him a Fae, but Beezy would probably prefer the term Rougarou, on account a' fairies only sometimes eat people, and that's what his family called them growing up.

He's actually the most socialized one of him known to demon society, and probably the most well-fed despite the number of ribs one can see through his skin.

His species has a notoriously high metabolism, meaning they tend to be opportunistic predators and take whatever they can get, and they simply have very little time to socialize--so little that most of their language is nonverbal, as they tend to be solitary and nomadic in lifestyle. Most are actually, contrary to popular belief, omnivorous, but gathering is a lot less quick than hunting.

Because Beezy has access to a regular supply of food, his status as a carnivore is more a choice than anything else. Azzy is working on changing that, though their other brother Andy have had more luck since fruit is at least sweet, and it's very hard to convince a nineteen year old that scurvy is something he can actually get outright rather than hiding vegetables in a smoothie.

He's a big fan of sweets.

His family ingrained in him the belief that it's important not to waste food (being as they live pretty off the grid), and he likes making "people sweets" with rendered fat and ligaments (don't accept candy from him unless you want to find out what gelatin made from a person tastes like).

He didn't meet his siblings until very recently, and was just kind of dropped into the Hellbound Antichrist Pile by his father in hopes of kickstarting the battle royale that is deciding an heir after being told he was going to come stay with him for a bit and meet his family.

Unluckily for Satan, the average Beezy-Azzy argument looks more like this than it does any sort of actual bloodbath.

Azzy is constantly playing 5D chess with anyone he doesn't fully trust (and sometimes even them too), and Beezy is actually pretty emotionally intelligent for a hick in clown makeup, so he thinks it's funniest to respond by Bugs Bunnying him about it.

Despite this, they genuinely do care about each other a lot, Azzy will just...never admit it outright. Instead he'll tell Beezy to stop nibbling the skin on his fingertips raw and make him wear a pair of gloves he made him which he made sure will match his outfit, so put on the gloves before you give yourself an infection, Beezy.

Beezy is like a human demon knifecat in teasingly saying that Azzy does love him.

He'll then proceed to very earnestly play devil's advocate against factory farming as a practice to piss Azzy off, and the cycle repeats. Such is life