#Hunters unlucky OCs

[peculiurperennial]

A Sheep-Thief Problem

I recently had the spontaneous urge to write a short story about my Sheep-herder curb, Mousara. It's not very long, and I may or may not continue writing it sometime in the future.

But I thought I might as well share it so that it doesn't sit around in my notes gathering dust.

If you're interested, you can read it by clicking the Keep Reading.

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Mousara ela-Curb had a sheep thief problem. As one of the renowned Sheep-herders of the Lowland curbs living among the southern mountains, it was her duty to ensure that no harm came to the sheep under her watch, until her pack leader deemed it appropriate for the pack to take a portion of the number of livestock available, while leaving just enough sheep left so that they could replenish their numbers.

It was very important for a Sheep-herder to monitor the number of sheep that were culled; too few sheep meant fewer lambs, which meant fewer sheep to feed the pack. If a Sheep-herder lost too much of their flock, there would be severe consequences. Negligence was not tolerated by Mousara’s pack leader.

And so, Mousara did not tolerate sheep-thieves.

At the beginning of the Fall season, Mousara had boasted a flock of twenty-five sheep among the cliff trails. Due to the fact that sheep required ample feeding grounds to graze and forage, Sheep-herders often had to travel quite a distance outside of their pack’s territory in order to maintain their flock.

This was normally not an issue, at least, amongst other Lowland curbs. The multitude of packs living in the southern plains had an overarching rule regarding sheep, and that was that: a Sheep-herder’s right to shepherd her flock where ever the grass grew was sacrosanct. A pack who pillaged another pack’s livestock was shunned and harassed by the mass majority, as sheep-thieves were looked down upon and labelled as barbarians. Less-than-kin. No better than primitive Highland curbs.

So, either Highland ghosts are haunting my flock, Mousara thought bitterly as she counted her sheep for the dozenth time. Or some other sneaky animal has been spiriting away my lambs while I am not looking.

She counted twenty sheep. Fifteen ewes and five rams. She did not factor in the newborn lambs as what she deemed the “Official Headcount” when she told her leader about the number of livestock the pack had. It was a given fact that nearly half of the lambs born this season would not make it to adulthood. And the mothering ewes always put up so much of a fuss if the curbs took away their lambs too soon after they were born.

Mousara had managed to convince her leader that it was better to wait until the lambs were weened before plucking them from their mothers, since the ewes’ paternal instincts only lasted about as long as they were producing milk. After that, they hardly batted an eye at the curbs dragging off one of their own.

Twelve lambs had been born at the beginning of the season. Three of which died of natural causes. However, three more had suddenly and mysteriously disappeared within the same day, without a single trace.

Mousara had tried to track the missing lambs down, expecting their trails to end at a cliff edge, since lambs were clumsy and lethal falls were all too common a fate for the uncoordinated. But instead she found the trail disappearing off in a muddle of other scents that she could not properly identify.

It could have been a rogue creasia who might have been clever enough to conceal their trail, she admitted, but that seemed unlikely. The last group of creasia that tried to scrape out a living in the southern plains had failed miserably, and either all died or went crawling back to Leeshwood. Since then, no creasia had been spotted within the southern plains for the past two years.

It was always possible that an Ely-Ary was poaching her lambs, but lambs were such a meager mouthful to the gigantic birds that Mousara was disinclined to pin one of them as the culprit. Even a small Ely-Ary would find a newborn lamb to be nothing worth eating. Besides, the southern packs and the Ely-Ary living at the peak of the southern mountains had a… Well, it would be rather presumptuous to call it a "treaty", Mousara reckoned. It was more like a “mutual-understanding”. As long as the Lowland curbs avoided venturing too high up into the mountains, the Ely-Ary generally didn’t bother with them.

Mousara had speculated, (mostly to herself since none of her fellow pack mates cared), that Ely-Ary primarily fed on the great fish from the sea. She had seen a skeleton of one such great fish being discarded by an Ely-Ary— the cursed thing had nearly fell on Mousara herself! And Mousara suspected that the overgrown bird had done it on purpose too!

Even now, she could remember the bird’s weird, screeching guffaw as it flew away while Mousara had been busy fussing over her frightened flock.

Anyway, what had she been thinking about again?

“Oh, right, the sheep-thief!” She spoke aloud, to the bemused baa’ing of her flock. It was not unusual for Mousara to speak her thoughts aloud with a sudden abruptness that many of her peers found strange. Usually such instances happened with no regard for the immediate topic being discussed, which resulted in Mousara being subtly excluded from conversational circles, as the parties involved found her spontaneous outbursts to be disruptive and confounding.

Mousara was, admittedly, more than happy to be engrossed within the contents of her own mind. As a Sheep-herder, whose job naturally required one to venture out with their flock away from the pack, this suited her just fine.

“Maybe a ferryshaft…” She murmured as she moved through the throng of wooly bodies.

A ferryshaft sheep-thief was more likely than any of the other potential candidates. Their dispersed herds traveled a lot and some traveled quite far abroad. But a traveling ferryshaft herd produced quite a lot of noise…

“A lone ferryshaft, then.” She decided with a flick of her ragged ear. “Sneaky, sneaky, rogue ferryshaft stealing my lambs!”

But stealing three lambs at once? One ferryshaft meant only one set of jaws to carry away a lamb. Maybe if the ferryshaft took one lamb, then hid the body, before taking more lambs? But why take more than what one ferryshaft needed and risk detection?

Mousara was snapped out of her speculation by a signalling yip from atop a cliff, causing her to pause and look sharply in that direction.

Oh right, she technically had two subordinates. Sheep-herders were hardly expected to tend a flock all alone, after all. However, herding sheep took long and arduous training under a mentor, and most curbs found the task of watching over sheep unbearably dull. So, most of the time, Mousara’s subordinates were comprised of the pack’s younger members who were still transitioning from adolescence to fully mature adults. They had no skill in the art of sheep herding, but they made for good look-outs.

The youngster on watch nearest to Mousara was a scrawny runt of a thing who had a most unfortunate name. Flea.

How he got such a demeaning moniker wasn’t too hard to guess. Flea was a small, ugly dark brown thing with wiry hair and a crooked tail, with a patch of missing fur on the end that never seemed to grow back properly. He also had a propensity for whining and complaining at every and any opportunity.

Nobody liked him, which was most likely why he was conscripted as one of Mousara’s look-outs.

And now here he was, yipping and howling like crazy. The noise was making the sheep anxious, much to Mousara’s annoyance.

“Shut up! Your wailing is upsetting the flock!” She barked sharply as she stormed up the side of the cliff and landed neatly beside the young watcher, much to the latter’s surprise.

“But- I saw-“ The adolescent began before being harshly cut off with a swift cuff to the ear from Mousara’s forepaw.

“And your noise likely alerted the thief and allowed it to escape! Have you no sense?!” She snarled while the other whined piteously. “You should have come down and alerted me quietly about the thief’s presence! We do not posses the support of the entire pack to call upon with your incessant yowling. Use your brain next time, pup! Understand?”

“Y-yes, Sheep-herder Mousara…”

“Good! Now what did you see?”

“I-I saw one of the lambs wandering towards the tall grass. I thought nothing of it at first, it wasn’t that far from the rest of the herd, but then s-something snatched it away.”

“‘Something’?” Mousara prompted. “Be more specific, pup! What snatched it away? Did a ferryshaft poke its head out of the grass and grab it—“

“A ferryshaft? N-no it—“

“Was it a creasia, then? If so, we ought to return to the pack and-“

“It wasn’t a creasia. It-“

“A rogue curb? Ancestor’s bones, when I get my teeth on whatever sniffling coward thought they could steal from my flock-“

“It wasn’t any animal!”

That made Mousara pause, and she narrowed her eyes quizzically at the other curb. “What do you mean?”

Flea licked his lips, clearly overwhelmed and trying to compose himself after having realized he had just shouted at his superior. “It wasn’t- It wasn’t any animal that I had ever seen. It was strange, Sheep-herder Mousara, it was like…a snake, almost. Or maybe- it might have been a large pheasant? It had a small head, I think, and it grabbed the lamb by the neck and pulled it into the tall grass!”

Mousara considered Flea’s words with clear skepticism. “You say that you saw a snake-pheasant…”

Flea had enough awareness to look ashamed at his inability to properly articulate what he meant. “Well, I thought it was a snake… but it could have been a pheasant, though I’ve never seen a pheasant take a lamb before. It didn’t look like it had eyes, though. But then again- I only saw it for a brief moment! So, I don’t know…”

Mousara had half-a-mind to just start boxing the incompetent runt over the ears until he started making sense, when she heard the sound of another curb approaching and turned around to growl at her other subordinate.

“What are you doing away from your post?!”

Varris, a sleek specimen just on the cusp of reaching adulthood, was a much more dependable individual when compared to the likes of Flea. His only fault was that he was unabashedly naive, almost to the point of obstinate ignorance. So, it had been decided by the pack that sending him to do watcher duty with the Sheep-herders would be the surest way to wisen him up, at least before he could get himself killed. He was otherwise expected to be a promising addition to the pack.

However, Mousara disliked him about as much as she disliked most of the rotation of watchers she received to aid in guarding her flock.

“Sheep-herder Mousara, sir!” Varris spoke in a rush, winded from running but obviously excited by the way he practically bounced on his paws. “The flock is running away!”

“What?!” Mousara squawked in alarm, whirling around and ogling in open mouthed astonishment as she watched the last of her sheep disappearing into the tall grass of the valley beyond.

Never in Mousara’s many years of herding sheep had she ever witnessed a flock dive headlong into the tall grass. The docile creatures practically treated any significant amount of thick foliage like it was a solid wall, instinctively aware that their wool made it all too easy to become tangled and thus easy prey to creatures who stalked the underbrush. It was why sheep preferred roaming the cliffs rather than the woods or plains.

“We should go tell the pack!” Varris suggested. “I think this is one of those times where we run away and get more curbs.”

Flea made an unconvinced sound, squinting reproachfully at Varris. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. If our leader finds out you let the flock run away…”

“I didn’t let them run away! If we go now, we might make it back in time with reinforcements before whomever is taking the flock can go very far.”

“I don’t know… Maybe we shouldn’t—“

“MY SHEEP!” Mousara shrieked, diving down the side of the cliff at such speed that her hindquarters nearly pitched over her head. She hit the ground in a shower of loose dirt and ran after her flock without so much as a backwards glance.

Varris and Flea watched as the Sheep-herder went, before looking at one another. A mutual understanding seemed to pass wordlessly between them, before they scrambled to catch up with their superior.

[vveedwacker]

My Ferryshaft OC Monbreir

I finished part 1 of the novel but I'm rereading it since it's been awhile since I picked it up!

[bookshelfpassageway]

My time in the Furry fandom has taught me many things, one of which is: Everybody loves having bases! Did you want to make a Ferryshaft, but Ferryshaft are hard to draw? Worry no more, you can color this one in! It has

3 different tails (each with a half-tail variant)

3 different eye expressions

4 different heads

3 ear positions with optional feathering

Optional feathering on the belly and hooves

Alpha-locked color layers for ease of coloring

You can find it here! For those not familiar with bases, the PSD can be opened in any photo-editing/drawing software, such as GIMP or Firealpaca (desktop, free), Clip Studio Paint or Photoshop (desktop & mobile, paid) or Procreate (iOS, paid). Turn the layer folders on and off to select the options you want, and color it in! Or you can print it off if you want, I'm not your dad.

You can use this lineart however you want, including modifying or adding to it. It's a free resource for anyone. The Ferryshaft species belongs to Abigail Hilton.

Feedback is welcome, I'm interested in possibly adding more options to it, or cleaning it up if anyone notices any issues. One thing I noticed is that the number of parts makes coloring kinda difficult, but I'm not sure how to fix this while keeping the flexibility of having a bunch of swappable options.

I also made a quick inaugural Ferryshaft on it, I may continue to tinker with his exact markings bc subtle realism isnt my strong suit, but he's here, he's queer, and his mom drank pitcher plant fluid while she was pregnant so now he has various horrible visions (but at least they help him find useful medicinal herbs)

[alhilton]

I was randomly admiring this in my feed for several minutes before my brain went, "Wait a minute... that's a ferryshaft! Is that Leep in the fromt? I haven't done anything with him in a while. Is that Dazzle with the scar? Arcove? Arcove curled up with Keesha? LOL Why do they have a tuxedo cat with them?" And then I read the description and realized it's a Hunter's AU. Goodness! That's a lot of characters! Amazing! They're so pretty! :D

partner and I have been having WAY too much fun with a Lidian/Persona 5 AU

First image from left to right: Joker, Akechi, Ann, Makoto, Yusuke (with Morgana on his back), Haru, Ryuji

[ikrutt]

Hunters Unlucky for Artfight

Are any other artfighters joining with their Hunters OCs this year?

I entered the curbs last year and am keeping them for 2024. With Abbie's explicit permission, of course.

But they are still so alone in the tag search! Please, someone else enter their telshee-sona or ferryshaft fanon.

Hunters content is a guaranteed attack from me - that is both a promise and a threat!

[ilikereadingthisiswhatilike]

October

(X) = Smut

Heavy Metal Family Agatha Harkness

Forget her @lovedrruunk  Summary: In which you get played by your situationship. Jinx thinks you deserve better anyway Warnings: None Specials Tags: None Jinx

AFLAME @vxsellie (X) Summary: your apartment goes up in flames and you're unlucky enough to have been on the top floor, your front door blocked by fire. thankfully, a certain firefighter finds you before it's too late Warnings: None Specials Tags: Multi Part, Fire Fighter AU Ellie Williams

again &. again @acid-ixx Summary: None Warnings: None Specials Tags: Multi Part Batfamily

Soulmate Soul Animal @darkstaria Summary: Dark pupils watched from the ceiling, their gaze affixed upon you. You sighed, deciding to ignore its presence. Warnings: None Specials Tags: Multi Part, Soulmate au Batfamily

Come to Bed, Jinx @ha-rinrin Summary: After days of sleepless nights and drowning herself in Silco’s unfinished business, Jinx’s exhaustion is overwhelming.  Warnings: None Specials Tags: None Jinx

Right where you left me @space-cowgirllll Summary: None Warnings: None Specials Tags: Major Angst Abby Anderson

FORTUNE @lotties-ashwagandha Summary: None Warnings: None Specials Tags: Head canon Rogue Amendiares

PRIVACY @lotties-ashwagandha (X) Summary: None Warnings: None Specials Tags: None Panam Palmer

Jealous @hanako-arasakas-twink Summary: None Warnings: None Specials Tags: Head canons Panam Palmer

house wife @witchesverse (X) Summary: after wanda meets you in her hex, she decides that she wants to keep you as her own. Warnings: noncon, heavy manipulation, degradation, mention of murder Specials Tags: Head canons Wanda Maximoff

Oh darling, will you still walk me home? @joannasprose Summary: helping out a reserved, and distant Violet after a pit fight and her unrelenting absence. Warnings: None Specials Tags: None Vi

tickets @babygirlwritessmut Summary: Vi`s weird behavior bothered you, later she decided to have a serious conversation about the future of your relationship Warnings: None Specials Tags: grumpy x sunshine Vi

Hurt @jgrills Summary: None Warnings: None Specials Tags: Platonic Vi

Torn Between Fire and Ice @ha-rinrin Summary: In a world divided between Piltover’s rules and Zaun’s chaos, a forbidden connection grows. Warnings: None Specials Tags: Caitlyn's Little Sister Jinx

bratty sub @ha-rinrin (X) Summary: bratty sub jinx x dom fem!reader Warnings: None Specials Tags: None Jinx

Sweet Distractions @ha-rinrin Summary: In the quiet of a lonely night, a familiar chaos slips through the window Warnings: None Specials Tags: None Jinx

Backburner @prowresfics Summary: You get fed up with being pushed to the back of Rhea's mind and confront her. Warnings: None Specials Tags: None Rhea Ripley

First Bite @ripleyresonance Summary: How does a hook-up turn into an eternity with fangs. You may not know much about this world, but sometimes one bite is all it takes. Warnings: Blood, Murder Specials Tags: Vampire Au, Vampire Hunter Au Rhea Ripley

Left To Face This Alone Together @specialinterestshows Summary: Rhea’s girlfriend (reader) and Damian’s girlfriend (OC) don’t often get a reprieve from their abusive partners, but when they’re left without supervision, their imaginations run wild Warnings: Domestic violence/abusive relationship mention Specials Tags: Mutli Part Rhea Ripley

Let Go @official-cvntified-gay (X) Summary: Sub!AD and Dom!Reader Warnings: None Specials Tags: None Alcina Dimistriscu

Drain Me @r3starttt (X) Summary: Sub!AD and Dom!Reader Warnings: Blood Specials Tags: Vampire Au, Stalking Au Caitlyn

hunting&f*cking @theresascove (X) Summary: you feel her presence drawing closer. Warnings: None Specials Tags: Pray Au Ellie Williams

oh baby, can you hear me moan @girlrotterr (X) Summary: You come home earlier than usual to find your roommates door slightly ajar. You can’t help but peek inside. Warnings: None Specials Tags: Roommate Au Ellie Williams

you know how I love it when you ride on me @theresascove(X) Summary: Ellie fucks you in the locker room showers while her teammate is chatting to her in a nearby shower Warnings: None Specials Tags: College AU Ellie Williams

Giving In (to the Love): Townie @venusindelusion Summary: If you thought you had terrible luck before, tonight will definitely prove that your life is jinxed when a misunderstanding with a pink haired girl makes your college life a little more difficult. Warnings: None Specials Tags: College Au, Mutli Part Vi

BLOMSTERTID @mo0nfairy  Summary: Centuries-old mage, Y/N L/N, possesses magical abilities unheard of. A few citizens monopolize the remnants of magic they find, of which they now title “Hextech”. Hearsay of this power bleeds through all of Runeterra, until Piltover and Zaun find themselves in an anarchic war to obtain said power. Before Y/N can even blink, however, the humans neglect their plans when they realize they’d rather have Y/N instead. Warnings: None Specials Tags: Mutli Part, Arcane x reader

Halloween Heartbeat @thetorturedfagdepartment Summary: None Warnings: None Specials Tags: Halloween Au Ellie Williams

nosferatu @themidnightcrimson (X) Summary: after wanda meets you in her hex, she decides that she wants to keep you as her own. Warnings: noncon, blood, supernatural, horror, gore, Specials Tags: Vampire Au Wanda Maximoff

Arcadia @multifandomme (X) Summary: When you think about Alcina, you just can't help yourself... but you soon discover that her self-control is as flimsy as your own. Warnings: None Specials Tags: None Alcina Dimistriscu

𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝚰𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐃𝚰𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 @les4elliewilliams (X) Summary: None Warnings: mention of blood/murders, drugs usage Specials Tags: Ghost Face Au Ellie Williams

GhostFace @r3starttt (X) Summary: None Warnings: Gun Play Specials Tags: Ghost Face Au CaitVi

Arcadia @multifandomme (X) Summary: Alcina disrupts your maiden duties to engage in a little fun. Warnings: None Specials Tags: None Alcina Dimistriscu

Use ful less Child @maicenitas Summary: In your attempt to help your mom, everything goes as wrong as it possibly can Warnings: Child Abuse Specials Tags: Multi Part Batfamily

Picture Imperfect @ripleyresonance Summary: Your ex-girlfriend shows up at your engagement party. Will old habits die hard or the wish of a stable life prevail. Warnings: None Specials Tags: Ex-girlfriend Au Rhea Ripley

Mafia @savannahsdeath (X) Summary: None Warnings: None Specials Tags: Mafia Au Ellie Williams

[whumpisgoodwhumpislife]

My main oc !

Name: Everest

Age: old, but due to memory loss, not that old mentally.

Specie: Half vampire (on my terms)

Role: Whumpee

Gender: male

(Be aware, I'm a fan of permanent consequences due to whump.)

First, in my universe, being a half vamp sucks. They're an abnormality, they're not even supposed to be possible. Due to that, they have all the usual vampire weaknesses (silver, sun, bloodthirstiness, stakes...) but not many of their strengths (slow regeneration, can be damaged permanently, not as strong/fast...) and they're rejected by both humans and vampires.

Everest in particular was unlucky; his immune system is inexistent, he frequently gets sick. Also have trouble with blood, too much is like acid in his stomach.

The main story is him being the hunter's plaything (NOT in a nsfw way.) but I'll also write the recovery arc with his human caretaker.

Caretaker is a human, I have not settled on a name yet. They're into a father/son relationship, not a romantic one, coz Everest's basically a child mentally, and caretaker is an adult.

[flashbic]

Thank you so much again for drawing them, you made them look so good! This super made my day!!

Fanart of @flashbic’s ferryshaft sibling oc’s

[soulc-hilde]

Ch. 01 - The Seven Dwarfs

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Black!OC (Slow-burn)

Synopsis: Zarathos, a child, a daughter of God - but angel, first. The Angel of Justice and Vengence, a powerful entity and her father's strongest soldier. A clean up mission gone wrong, the angel is cut down and captured by the demons of Hell. Forced to work as a bounty hunter, she becomes a frightened member of the damned, now known as The Ryder. Unfortunately, her next hunt accompanies unwanted company.

Warning(s): Biblical figures mentioned and written out of canon, Supernatural creatures, Canon Violence, Lots of Swearing, Blasphemy, and anything else I might miss.

Divider by @anitalenia

She could believe it, but she couldn’t at the same time. That egomaniac of many, Azazel, had lost to his little Winchester Fanclub. After all these years, all the shit talking, they stuffed his ass with that goddamn Colt and opened the Devil’s Gate. Unknowingly, the brothers unleashed a dark cloud – quite literally – onto mankind and Zarathos unlucky self is now forced to hunt those pain in the asses.

Hitting the jackpot, those Winchester bitches managed to not just release the measly deal offering demons but were lucky enough to release some of the oldies, too. Just outside of Nebraska, the asphalt road begins to puff as it pulls apart from the ground. Forming into a cave, a furnace of flames lights. A motorcycle leaps from the abyss, the black paint was melted and the steel blackened, lined with chains. The tires of the bipedal vehicle were encased with flames as bright as the ones which encased the body of its rider.

Ripping through the empty roads, a trail of Hellfire is left in its wake. She wasn’t an idiot; she knew how to work the top floor. Along with being able to shift into a flaming skeleton, she could take on her human form. From what she could remember, it was a form gifted to her. It wasn’t some God-fearing zombie who said ‘yes’ at the drop of a dime. It was unique to her, she was Zarathos and Zarathos was she.

Like most professionals, she sniffed her targets to the state of Nebraska and invested in a few sting operations. She watched as the seven sins split off into the town, picking off their preferred vessels like cockroaches before showing their asses. First it was Sloth, she watched as he carelessly attacked that family of three in bumfuck nowhere. And now, it was Envy who made such a big scene that it attracted the local authorities and a small body of hunters.

That’s so what I needed, she scoffs to herself, as if I didn’t have enough shit to worry about.

Disguised as a crime scene photographer, she took photos of the bloody windshield and the outlined space of where the victim had died. Behind her, Sam Winchester steps up a bit, his hazel eyes zone in on her and the Forensic officer as he picks up a Q-Tip of blood. Before he struts into the store, his eyes fall onto her back as an implausible feeling pinches at his gut. Shrugging it off, he leaves, which allows her to move on to the next stage of her investigation.

She watches bemusedly as the brothers and Co. drive through the bar, pulling a half-assed plan from their asses before pulling off, fishtailing. Waiting for the rest of the siblings to follow, she makes her move. Those lot didn’t have a clue about what they’re up against, the last marking of their existence was in the Dark Ages, and it took until ’89 for someone to properly identify who they were – 1589. This was going to be quite the entertainment.

Wrath steps up first, dressed as the dead husband. “Tamara! Tamara! Help me, please!” He crawls up the front steps, banging on the door. He pushes and pushes, even going as for as taunting her on the death of her child. Enraged, she forces the door open and tackles him with a cry. Landing on top, she stabs a Palo Santo into his chest. Busy with him, the salt barrier has been broken and the rest of hoard charges into the abandoned house.

A few seconds behind, Zarathos ignited figure storms through the door. Her flames create a daunting halo effect in the dark house, catching the eyes of Sloth and the brothers’ aid, Bobby. Caught underneath the devil’s trap, Bobby had the Bible open and ready to exorcise the old demon. Impatiently, she shakes her head as the overweight vessel trembles with fright. Taking slow steps to the demon, a deep laugh echoes from her nonexistent gut.

“No,” Sloth whimpers, “no, please. We’re sorry, we’ll… we’ll do whatever you want, name your price, please. We just don’t want to go back, please! I’ll get on my knees.”

Her last steps reach the inner circle of the trap as another horrifying laugh leaves her boney mouth, jaw clinking non-stop. “Too… Late,” her voice was as deep as her laugh and raspy, unable to speak as fast as the living. “Too… Fat, hehehe!”

With a strike as swift of a King Cobra, her boney hands grip onto the vessel’s jaw and force his head down to look into her eyes. “You… Will… Die,” she growls, the once dark pits of her eyes become lit with fire. Sloth’s own widen as he squirms helplessly in her hands as an effort to get away to no avail.

Slowly, his movements come to a halt as his once brown eyes were now burnt crisps of rock and his soul returns to the depths of his enclosure. The body drops with a heavy thud against the old wood. Now meeting eyes with the frightened Bobby Singer, she sends a simple wave before stalking up the stairs, trails of flaming footprints left in her wake.

“What the hell was that?” He grumbles to himself.

She barges into the bathroom, scoffing at the sight of Dean snogging with Lust. The blonde vessel stiffens, pushing the boy away before quickly turning to face the doorway. Zarathos, or as the demons know her as The Ryder, radiates quite the stench. Fear, misery, bloodlust, death… you name it, it was unfathomable. No one could miss it, wave it off. Instead, it consumes the lungs of her victims just moments before she shows herself, a predator playing with its prey.

“You,” the demon gasps, jaw dropping. Posing, she points at the blonde and tilts her head, “me?”

Confused and horrified, Dean leans against the wall as he assesses the predicament he was not planning for. What the fuck is that thing? Did they cut the plug on him? So soon? With a flick of her boney wrist, the chains layered around her waist come alive and unwrap themselves before one end falls and the other wraps itself around her digits.

“Don’t… Run,” she orders, tauntingly.

Stupidly enough, Lust does exactly what she was told not to do. Frazzled, she turns and makes a dash for the bathtub, which was filled with holy water unbeknownst to her. Before she gets a grip on the thin curtains or a piece of Dean’s shirt, the steaming end of the chain twirls itself around her neck. The Ryder gives a soft tug, reeling the vessel to her chest. As the thin figure twirls toward her, amber specks begin to coat the air as the vessel slowly deteriorates into ashes.

“No!” The demon roars, “please, no! Leave me alone, please!” Her screams come to a standstill once nothing was left of both the demon and the human girl it possessed.

Dean slowly takes a few steps forward, eyes studying the pile of ash with slight disgust and intrigue. Eyebrows rising, he asks the flaming figure, “what are you?” She whips the chain, recalling the mystical weapon back around her waist.

She makes a stiff turn for the hallway, looking back, “worst… nightmare… prick.” She stalks off, leaving him a chance to retort. As she walks for the living room, a panting blonde marches from another room. Her eyes glance over, widening at the skeletal figure who now points its fire in her direction.

“You… die,” she speaks before marching for the demon. The blonde girl darts for an escape, both leaving behind a pair of taken aback hunters.

Caught in the mystery of the woman who saved him, he goes to follow her to no trail left behind. The best clue he received was the sound of a motorcycle revving in the night. Dean jogs up behind him, breathless.

“Dude,” he calls, “did uh, uh, Biker Skeleton… thing, show up and save your ass, too?” Sam side eyes him, eyebrows scrunching with annoyance. “Uh,” he stutters, confused, “no. No, it didn’t. Why?”

Bobby appears, “welp, good to know we both had a first together.” Dean’s face falls, troubled and disgusted as all three make their way to Tamara.

I'm so excited to write this, y'all! Quick reminder, I do not own any Supernatural characters and the show as well as the ideology behind The Ryder or Zarathos. They each specifically are credited to the CW/Erik Kripke and Marvel.

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Taglist: @noodle81937

[crownedinmarigolds]

Day five of OC-Tober is a go! I'm using bweirdart's prompts! Today's prompt is "relationships."

These are our Setites from our VTM Canon! "Parvati" the Ravnos and Harrakhty Hamdi, a Hierophant of the Setites. This is their meet cute! Info (plus some female presenting nudity art) if you'd like under the cut!

Parvati is the oldest character in our VTM repertoire, we tentatively place her as having been Embraced during the Bronze age of ancient Northern India. She was a wife and mother in a small mountain village in the middle of the jungle, but a passing Ravnos who found her fetching water late at night on a whim Embraced her and buried her. Parvati awoke horrified, starving, without memory, and eventually slaughtered the village she had lived in her entire life. She wandered the jungles, walking amongst the beasts and feasting on them and the occasional unlucky hunter, until she eventually made her ways towards civilization once more. Its call too alluring even for someone like her. She never made a home in one place for too long, but she eventually found a nice empty temple near a relatively bustling town, and began her prowls. The villagers strangely enough seemed to understand what she was, and began to give her offerings to keep her away from their home and off of their streets. She allowed this for a bit of time, though she's a huntress at heart. Soon though, the catch of the situation caught up with her. Turns out, the village was being prowled upon by a Setite temple, and an assassination was called on her for setting up shop in their territory. An up and coming Ancilla called Harrakhty Hamdi was to prove his worth by serving his masters her ashes in a vase. Of course when he enters the temple, he finds the creature inside to be one of the most enchanting visions he'd ever seen. He still fully intended to kill her - but she was striking nevertheless. What follows is a cat and mouse game that spans centuries. Where they would hunt each other for sport, fight until near sunrise, then part to flee to safety with smiles on their faces.

For all of those years it was: "I can't lose to you, I have my pride but wow you're powerful and clearly worth the effort," and then you start having the most fun you've had during your long immortal life and soon the idea of the "enemy" being gone forever when it's over hurts more than the pleasure of seeing them finally turn to ash. You talk over clashing claw and sword, and realize genuinely that you enjoy them.

Soon the words come out: "My darling, soon torpor will take us. Do I leave and find the lonely safety of my dark crypt, or do I stay with you and trust we will wake tomorrow night together? And the following nights to come?" SORRY THEY ARE MY BABIES.

[cyanide-cafe]

you all liked my last monster hunter beast, so i share with you Algovale, one of my oldest designs for monster hunter oc stuff at all! this is also the first attack he got on artfight- and, perchance, the only attack he ever got before his profile was deleted [art creds to dragonfire3859 on artfight!!! they're really really really cool and super awesome. the first AF attack i got that made me cry]

art cred for the first image is just me, its a concept for his redesign! i wanted to make his other two heads kinda corrupted because im sure having the energy of three elder dragons crudely stitched into one body has negative effects over time

he's an equal dragon weapon, designed to obliterate not just elder dragons, but the entirety of beasts. unfortunately that didn't turn out very well for the guild and it ran off, rarely seen by an unlucky hunter nowadays!

the gore magala head [and the one actually named Algovale] is impulsive and blind. it tends to sink its teeth/beak into anything it can grab, and although extremely intelligent, tends to poison the other two heads with frenzy when it gets enraged

the safijiva head [named Algo] is the only head with sight, but it suffers from having four eyes and it can see practically everything as long as the other two heads aren't blocking its sight. it tends to get frustrated with the other two heads for being blind

the white fatalis head, the most powerful of the three, is also the most intelligent [and also named Vale]. due to its rapid adaptation to having like, three heads and infinite power, it decided to focus its mutation on mimicking speech / telepathy [like Narwa/Ibushi]. it often mutters random, philosophical ramblings to soothe itself and the other two heads

cursed fun fact, if you were to dissect the three apart again, the gore magala would just look like a worm

[arbiterofsecrets]

please don't repost !! unless with credits !! 𖦹 ´ ᯅ ` 𖦹

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bnha characrer reference sheet is by and from Iya5RT on deviantart ! if you are interested in making your own character sheet, please check them out /ᐠ - ˕ -マ Ⳋ

under the page break is more information about my oc (i.e. fun facts, quirk explanation, backstory, etc.) it will be word heavy, so if you enjoy brain rots and yapping, please feel free to read !

warning/s: mentions of blood (quirk drawbacks), slight oc x character shipping, words...a lot

「hero name:

kokhav — is a hebrew name that literally translates to, "star". this has been a name i've thought about for a while but did not really consider for which oc. considering her quirk, i decided it would be perfect for her. it is also a bit unorthodox considering hero names in the bnha universe have english terms such as, "one for all".

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「name:

amaterasu — is the famous sun goddess in japanese mythology. i wanted to further emphasize the star characteristics of her quirk, hence the name. considering her name to be pretty long in terms of pronunciation, she is often given nicknames.

fujiwara — was/is a clan that was known to be powerful in the imperial regents of japan. they have ever since been prosperous even during the ancient times. the family was known to be married into powerful government positions, to which they gained power. sinilarly to this, these events are a great reference to amaterasu's backstory.

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「voice actor:

fun fact ! : as i was choosing her voice actor, it was my first time hearing a japanese voice over for twilight sparkle (a character from the famous "my little pony" show) and it enthralled me to which i decided miyuki sawashiro is what amaterasu would sound like. adding to that, she also has voiced kurapika from hunter x hunter !

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「birthday:

05 13 — in theory, if bnha's time is based on 2035, amaterasu would be 15 and born in the year 2020. with this, on the month of may, the day 13 was set on will be on wednesday. as most know the poem/rhyme, "monday's child", the infamous line of, "wednesday's child is full of woe" is something i wanted to greatly emphasize.

fun fact ! : 13 is considered to be an unlucky number which is why when going to a hotel, the number "13" is usually skipped.

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「quirk:

star strike — is a quirk i have invented probably in the late 2020's. initially, the concept was a quirk that can physically manifest crystal-like structures with a purple-ish/blue-ish hue with a specific star's characteristics. they can be "shards" that can float or held to be used as weapons or even restraints. the best quirk in the anime that is similar to this i would say is something like hero: cementoss, shoto todoroki, villain: geten. if wanted to, this crystal-like structure can also only possess in-general characteristics such as gravitational pull, brightness, or heat. with this concept still in mind, i kept thinking of where to draw its first condition in order to properly manifest this:

extensive knowledge about a specific star (i.e. a star's approximate gravitational pull, etc.)

further, i wanted to add drawbacks as a good lesson we have been taught in the anime is to think that quirks are like a "muscle".

i thought that this quirk is quite "op" (though that wouldn't even really matter considering she will never be canon !) so i decided some sort of heavier drawback. "stars that shine the brightest, often burn the fastest" is a line that would best fit amaterasu's quirk drawback. the more she continues to use powerful motions with her quirk, the more she gains detrimental effects on her body.

cracks would start to form first from the core of her body and spread. the longer it remains untreated with the constant use of her quirk, the wider these cracks form which would lead to blood seeping out.

fun fact ! : she uses her quirk so often that it has carefully wedged its way into her daily activities causing a few things to float around and about ! her hair is an often victim of this which has lead to the unruly top part of it.

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「backstory summary:

coming from an elite family, she is often indoors and coddled. this leads to the unfortunate events of a weaker immune system which has caused the doubting of her heroic abilities considering she gets sick quire often. she passed the entrance exams for UA and even gained extensive recommendation letters from her professors from her previous school but with lingering doubt, she chooses the support course with an unsure, missing feeling.

instead of the general or business course, she chose the support course as she already has slight experience with item engineering.

though all that trouble of choosing which one to pick has come to an end when an anonymous recommendation to move her up to class 1-A surfaced.

with a more set in stone (and practically no choice) decision, she sets foot in the classroom of class 1-A. with little surprise, she sees an (un)expected familiar two-toned hair.

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「easter egg ! :

fun fact ! : when looking closely on the pins of her bag strap, you would see a buster sword from ffvii (final fantady 7). the entire franchise of final fantasy means a lot to me, and discovered that horikoshi (the author of bnha) has quite the liking for the franchise as well. i thought it would be a fun addition to have amaterasu canonically like final fantasy as well.

[nellandvoid]

i was gonna make a less complicated intro to this oc but whoops my hand slipped!

anyway meet the wayfinder, aka diane orosco! she’s a bounty hunter who’s been traveling the multiverse for ten years by the time stanford first meets her (aka the oracle, for reasons beyond our comprehension (she loves drama) dropped him off at where she was staying when he was almost fully healed)

lucky for her, she’s been looking for him ever since she started her dimension hopping. unlucky for him, she knew a stanford in her dimension, and let’s just say things did not end very well between them!

i have so many thoughts about her which i’m uber excited to share soon

i was super proud of the coloring, so this time silhouette is under the cut, along with a shaded version

[bookshelfpassageway]

i need more people to talk to about hunters unlucky...

[jinngonjin]

I haven’t even thought of a title yet 😭 but here’s a blurb of an OC x Hunter x crosshair fic I mean to write. This is basically my first time writing and posting here so I have no clue what i’m doing :(

This fic is pretty much in a made up time line, basically no order 66, it’ll start off slightly angsty but i really mean to take this in a fun direction. Imagine a cheesy shore leave, parties, everyone’s drunk and happy, Anakin’s safe and happy, etc… ‼️

WARNINGS: Even if I don’t plan on writing smut, i’m planning on having suggestive themes, slight NSFW, and heavy language. For this, MINORS DNI! I also won’t be writing any cloncest or padawan x master because it makes me uncomfortable ‼️

~anyways~

Prompt/summary:

Prologue of when Jyn, a strange Jedi, makes her way to clone force 99. Jyn once confided in hunter and revealed her troubled past to him, only to unexpectedly spark tension between the walls of their newly acquired marauder.

Prologue: Part 1

hunter had always taken a particular interest in Jyn. It wasn’t just for her mysterious scent, or smooth accent, but her overall demeanor and pride.

ever since Grandmaster yoda stationed the young jedi as the general to clone force 99, since their very first meeting on the landing pad back in coruscant, hunter had noticed that she carries herself with pride, a cocky attitude along with a cold, unbreakable surface. she almost reminded him of crosshair, except, when she warmed up to the batch, her ice cold defense melted, revealing a poised, but wild assassin.

She had never been like the other jedi, though she rarely talked about her past, hunter couldn’t help but notice how the other generals seemed to act around her. Kenobi, in particular, would walk on eggshells, very careful with his words but watchful with his eyes. the others seemed to tense up ever so slightly, but just enough for hunter to notice.

It wasn’t until Jyn finally spoke, “it has you wondering, sergeant? hm?”

hunter was taken out of his trance, “sir? what do you mean?”

Jyn chuckled, and gave her sergeant a rare smile, she knew he was curious about her background and instead of opting for her usual mysterious demeanor, she chose to confide in the handsome broody clone.

in her own words, she described the bloodlines in coruscant to rarely ever intertwine… “you see, with a population of a trillion could you even think of the chances that i’ll end up with these… genes?” she laughed again, hunter only deepened his gaze, as he could only wonder what she was getting at. “one could say i’m just so unlucky” she began to describe a family tree ever so unfamiliar to Hunter, who could barely follow, until he heard a familiar name. “And who would’ve thought the qui gon Jyn to intertwine a young, noble woman?” Hunter cleared his throat, that he knew. He had always assumed that Jyn’s apparent exile was due to the nature of her father’s affair, but as it seemed there was more to the rumors he picked up from other clones. Jyn continued, “there was no attachment of course…” but then she began to describe her mother, a noble woman from the topside of coruscant who wore an ancient ring only qui gon noticed to be none other than Revan’s. As he grew curious he found himself bewitched, unknown to him, he had released an ancient sith curse meant to taunt Revan’s bloodline. Hunter’s eyes widened, “you mean to say-“ only to be quickly interrupted by Jyn, “Oh yes, what a beautiful coincidence” Jyn tapped her fingers, nervously narrating the abomination that lead Qui Gon to return to the temple, that rainy day, that same damned day he had to wrap his daughter in his capes, running to seek counsel from his Grandmaster, who couldn’t help but be horrified. “A curse, that is” with his boney green finger, he pointed at the child “a midichlorian that is” Qui gon was horrified, only ever hearing tales of such children born to destroy, unbalanced beings with so much turmoil, they reek of destruction and malice. He couldn’t even help but feel remorse at the little child wrapped in his hands. Even at her arrival a life was taken, her mother perished as she birthed the forsaken child. Qui Gon couldn’t even bare to raise such a monster, but a willingness rose through the force, a vision he could only seem to see. “I must raise this child, I must train her… Jyn, I must make her one of us”

Coruscant had never seen such a rainy day, thunder blazed through the cityscape, echoing especially loud in quiet halls of the Jedi temple. The council had gathered in an effort to make a decision, yet none could be found. reluctantly Yoda agreed to raise this Jyn, finding it safer than to cast her away, fearing what such power could mean to the council.

And it was until her father succumbed to Darth Maul’s crimson blade, Jyn was following her father around like a lost puppy, clinging on to his teachings, shying away from the younglings that stopped to stare as she made her way through the halls.

soon she was under the mercy of the council, she saw how they accepted younger skywalker, despite his turmoil. she could only hope to have the same fate. But as she watched the flames devour what was left of Qui Gon Jyn, not much hope was left for the young girl.

it wasn’t the only time she was in the presence of the council as they debated her fate, multiple times she clung behind her fathers robes listening to their careless remarks about her nature. but now she was alone, trembling under the eyes of watchful jedi, it seemed as yoda’s eyes pierced into her soul as he announced her organized exile.

she couldn’t help but feel sorrow, as the guards escorted her to the B’tshan Jeddai temple, an old temple where jedi went to retire.

There Jyn was alone, until finally Mace Windu decided to train the little girl…. a vision that compelled him to take her under his wing, he handed her her two amethyst lighsabers back, and harshly molded her into a pious soldier.

The brothers welcomed home an even larger ship with Jyn’s arrival. The marauder 2.0 was a large vessel, equipped with a medbay, multiple quarters rather than bunks, a kitchen, lounging area, and per jyn’s request a large meditation chamber.

That had become their little shared home, a dysfunctional family of six, each with their own little quirks and problems.

but Jyn. Jyn was hunter’s biggest puzzle. He hated how much attention he sought from her, and when she chose to confide in him, he let it all get into his head. The sergeant occupied his mind with her image, he was perplexed… hell? why does he even care if she gets along with crosshair? why does he care when she bonds with tech over little trinkets, and jokes along with Wrecker and Echo? Hunter couldn’t make sense of it himself, brushing it off every time it slightly bubbled.

“What’s this?!” boomed wrecker.

“Honeycombs from Alderaan, wanna taste?”

“Uh, sure thing Jyn!” Wrecker was grinning at the opportunity to try some of Jyn’s precious delicacies.

“what… can’t seem to pass the opportunity to eat, wrecker?” Spoke Crosshair with his signature cold tone.

“What the- EW! that’s gross” Wrecker was now gagging and coughing “what do you even call this crap? sour? bitter? eugh!”

“it’s both” crosshair said lazily as he fiddled with his toothpick

They didn’t notice hunter was already sitting at the barstool, observing them looking rather amused. He didn’t even notice himself staring until Jyn moved to look in his direction.

“yeah? she seems to like bitter… and sour things” Hunter shoots a glare at crosshair, and before he can even intervene, Jyn interrupts. “What’s that supposed to mean Sergeant?” Now this was all too amusing for crosshair, tech perked up, and wrecker was busy repeatedly washing his mouth… still cursing the taste of that.. thing.

Hunter was the first to slam his fists into the table and turn to leave the room.

the door hissed, and as echo made his way in, he was shoved by a rather angry Hunter.

“What’s the matter with him?” Crosshair scoffs still twisting and turning his toothpick around between his lips, he shrugs and then makes his way out the room.

This wasn’t the first time Hunter has such an outburst, Jyn began to think he hated being bossed around. Perhaps her new commanding presence bothered him, after all he was used to being the boss around here.

PART 2!

[strummingmyheart]

well i dont normally use tumblr n i deleted my last account because i hated everything about it !! so anyway, you can call me finney, rody or clem, any pronouns but he/it by default, please & thanks yew, i really like sea life especially koi fish or magnapinna squid, n my favorite animal is probably either cats or giraffe's. im in alot of fandoms so I'm only gonna name a few rn, !!

i really like the dcu although mostly batfam and young justice (both the comics & the cartoon), vocaloids !! (mostly kaito, len kagamine, gumi, luka, miku and gakupo), l the mcu although mostly spider-man,deadpool n daredevil, mcyt (ex; life games, hermitcraft, empires smp, etc.), studio investigrave (ex; dead plate and cold front), omori, ensemble stars, random story games i find (like literal storys that are interactive, i usually find them on itch.io and dashingdon, like infamous by amy ^^), bungo stray dogs (the mangs, the anime & the mobile game !!!), project sekai [my favz r tsukasa, mafuyu, shizuku n basically all of wxs, !!], VIVINOS [ex; alien stage and pink bitch club], flcl, vkei (ex; malice mizer, gulu gulu, Yuugure GIRL SUICIDE, etc.), danganronpa, bandori, twisted wonderland, d4dj, the guy she was intrested in wasn't a guy at all, good omens, hi3, yttd, fe (fire emblem) [the entire franchise], persona, n so so many more, so many.

my favorite colors are yellow, red, black and pink. i read alot of fanfiction but im terrible of writing, my favorite book is the goldfinch n I'll probably post one of my old mini rants about it,[ i also might post my when twilight strikes lore dump... wtv I'll get 2 that later!!!11 ], while my favorite book series is percy jackson or the tim drake: robin series if comics count :3.

i like drawing but im really bad at drawing already existing characters, i appreciate constructive criticism but if ur just gonna be rude abt it, don't.

examples of my art !! ;;

the first oc is mei lynn, her whole backstory is basically that she's SUUPER unlucky, like really REALLY bad luck, and on her way 2 school she did isekai'd, fell through the air, landed in a lake and broke her leg ^^

n the second oc is florian, his nickname is driam, hes a dragon shifter, meaning he has a full dragon form (which i haven't drawn yet), a half dragon-half human form, and a fully human form (i haven't drawn this yet either), n his backstory is that his parents who were also dragon shifters [and unapollogetically so] were killed by discriminatory humans who beleive shifters shouldn't be aloud rights called hunters, so he usually just parades around as a human, the only people who know hes a dragon shifter are his partners, (havent drawn them yet but he has 2 partners; his boyfriend abbie who's a cat shifter and his girlfriend mira, whos a mage that specializes in ice, water, and healing magic) and bestfriends, (elliott, a freelance programmer who beleives everyone deserves rights, shifter or not and protests these rights happily. piper, florian's roomate before he moved in with his partners, a human who lightly dabbles in plant magic but she wouldn't consider herself a mage, her apartment is above her flower shop which she named ' The Bluebell ', its her pride and joy and she hired mira to set up protection runes around the shop that activate when they close up for the night. and mikhail, whos a demon that refuses to make a deal with anyone for anything out of fear theyll hurt them because a deal with a demon always backfires on the person making the deal with them because a demon always wins in the deal they make, and demons are just angels who were abandoned by their patron god/goddess, mikhail's patron goddess was the goddess of the night and stars, he was abandonded by her out of hope that the mistreatment he got for being an angel would lessen and in a way it did because in the end he found a family.)

this post wasnt sposed 2 b about my ocs but it was fun to write about...

next post i do will most likely be alot of headcanons for alot of different fandoms !!