#Malik my oc

[sagethegaywitch]

Our Child (Part I)

Yandere Mermaid Family x GN Reader

TW: yandere behavior

Genre: yandere

(Part II), (Part III)

Inspired by "Dark and Twisted Whisper" sea monster dad.

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Y/N’s Pov

For as long as you remembered, you loved the ocean.  Living so close to a body of water allows you to take daily beach walks, either to watch the sunrise or the sunset.  You often felt drawn in by the endless blue waves and the subtle sea breeze, especially when the beach was void of any living being.

It was just like any other day, just strolling down the beach, a picnic basket in your hand and a plan to eat dinner at your favorite portion of the sandy expanse to watch the sun leave the sky.  Your plans are ruined as you hear desperate splashing from the rocky area beside the tidal pools.  You worry that it's a wild animal trapped in the tidal pools after the tide moved out, and you carefully put down your picnic blanket and basket before retrieving a pocket knife from your bag.  You hesitantly approach to see a mermaid, no merman, struggling to free himself from a fishing net.  You’re mesmerized by his light blue-green scales, watching the way they shimmered in the dying light.  But then you see the tough rope wrapped around his tail and the rocks, his harsh movement getting himself more tangled in the net and causing the rope to dig into his skin.  You climb over the rock blocking you from his body, and the merman instantly stops moving when he hears you splash next to him.  You hold your hands up to show that you mean no harm, but your pocket knife seems to be scaring him.  Shoving the pocket knife into your pants, you kneel down to the merman’s level.

“Shh, I’m not going to hurt you,” you say softly, reaching your hand out to grasp at the rope around his arm.

When your hand brushes against his arm, he flinches as if he were shocked.  You whisper some more soothing word until the merman visibly calms down and watches you curiously.

“I’m going to take my knife out again,” you prepare him as you reach for your knife again, “And I’m going to cut your free, okay?”

You didn’t expect an answer, and you didn’t get one as you slowly brought out the knife and began to cut through the ropes.  The merman was scared of the sharp object, but didn’t move once he realized you were helping him.  Once all the rope was cut off the poor merman’s body, he happily kicked his fin before rubbing his head against your arm.

“Alright, let's get you out of this tidal pool,” you say as you attempt to pick up the merman.

Unfortunately, he was a bit heavier than you expected, and you ended up dragging him through the rocks and back to the sandy beach.  You brought him to the water, where he quickly slipped out of your hands and into the water.  You dusted your hands off and smiled before returning to your picnic materials to finally eat.

Kano’s Pov

I never swam faster in my life before.  Both the adrenaline and the human’s soft touch excited me as I swam all the way home.

“Dad!  Aalto!” I yelled as I barreled through the seaweed grove that covered the entrance to our cave.  “You won’t believe what just happened!”

“It better be good.  You were supposed to be getting dinner, but I see you’re empty handed,” Aalto warns me as he crosses his arms, looking at me expectantly.

“Well, I got a bit too close to shore and got stuck in a tidal pool,” I start before I’m interrupted.

“Goodness, are you alright?” my father questions as he swims around me, looking for any wounds.

“I’m fine, but a human saved me. They were so cute!” I squealed, clasping onto my brother and shaking him to get my excitement across.  “We need to have them!”

“Are you certain they're the one?” my father asks, gently detaching my hand from my poor brother.

“Of course!  We need to grow the family!” I exclaim.  “Let me show you guys.”

I guided my family back to the surface and we hid behind a couple of rocks to see the human who helped me eat from a bowl, observing the sun as it dipped below the horizon.

“Aren’t they cute?” I ask, looking at my father and brother for a positive reaction.

“Yes, yes, they are,” my father murmurs, dazed.

Aalto doesn’t say anything, but the shine in his eyes speaks volumes.

“Since we can’t reproduce, it’s our duty to kidnap them and make them one of us,” I say, trying to sell the idea to my father.

My father looks at my happy attitude before looking at Aalto for approval.

“I don’t see why not,” Aalto responds, too busy looking at you.

“Alright, it’s settled then,” our father explains.  “Let’s observe them for a couple more days before we bring them home.

“I can’t wait to have a younger sibling!” I declare.

[kedreeva]

OC Askbox Game

I'm avoiding writing and you probably are too, so let's at least think about our characters while we do it.

You know the drill- send me a number (ONE number, you can come back for more) and I'll answer for an OC of your choice (if you know their name) or my choice (if you don't know their name). Feel free to name some of your OCs in the tags of your reblog, if you want to be asked about them.

How did you choose their name?

Were they created for the story, or was the story created for them?

Do they have a love interest, and was that their choice or yours?

Do they have a best friend? If so, how did they meet? If not, have they ever/why never?

Did they have a pet as a child?

What catalyzed their introduction to the plot?

What attribute of them (some facet of their personality, their history, their look, or whatever etc) would you find most important to somehow preserve if they were transplanted to an AU fanfic?

If your character's financial situation were to suddenly flip (someone poor becoming rich, someone rich becoming poor, etc), how well would they handle it? What would be the first thing they would do?

If your character could have handed their role in the plot to someone else, would they have?

Free Space #1: Which of your OCs would be most likely to survive a zombie apocalypse? Which would die immediately?

Does your character have a pet peeve?

Has your character committed any crimes (per their universe's laws)? If not, which crime would your character most likely commit?

Who is your character's closest (by relation, fondness, or distance) blood relative?

How does your character feel about riding horses (or your world's closest approximation of a horse if it lacks horses)?

Is your character's first instinct fight or flight? Is there something that could force them to do the opposite?

What is your character's favorite leisure activity?

Is your character holding any grudges? Are they likely to stop?

If your character were trapped on a deserted island, what three things would they want to have with them? Which person would they absolutely hate to be trapped there with? Which person would they enjoy being trapped there with?

Does your character have any health issues, whether they're aware of them or not?

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[chaotic15]

Professor Layton and the mf who shat down my chimney

[juhuachai]

all of my hades OC screenshots together!

[bunchabears]

redraw your comfort characters as the steven meme

[giulzart]

Selfishly thinking that Orion could be persuaded to act in one of the band music video. Just once.

Anyway, go play @infamous-if cause it’s amazing!

Little bonus, I put the rambly scenario that sprouted these under the cut in case you wanna know more 🤷‍��️

It’s got to be a team effort and a chore to get Orion on board but somehow they manage to convince him in the end(cause he got a soft spot). In my head the idea was Violet and Rowan’s, Iris jumped right in cause it sounded fun and then Jazzy and Devyn joined in. Chris tagged along too cause heck yeah. They all come up with a list of pros and cons cause they know that Orion will fight against it, but thanks to Devyn they come up with sound and logical enough reasons. Rowan and Violet do the presentation and after a lot of debate, Orion accept in the end to everyone (and his own) disbelief. The video is a success, the views count gets higher and half the comment are about Orion.The band tease him relentlessly and Orion swears never again. The end.

[corpsebrained]

interracial couples be like 🗣

[allamericanfinalgirl]

michael berzatto x rani malik ❄️🌨️🌃🏙️🌊🥘🔪🍴🍽️

[heavensong]

“My beautiful Gzarina… This is perfect; If Maligula couldn’t help me get what I want, maybe you can…”

Gristol still entertaining ideas of getting home to Grulovia & ruling with an iron fist, with the help of a talented hypnotist this time. The opportunity to use Delilah to help him escape psycho-isolation & pick up where he left off with his grand plan is so very tempting, if only she’d get on board with the idea! If Delilah could see herself the way HE sees her; beautiful, regal, & POWERFUL… perhaps she’d finally understand. If she could see how he sees himself too, in his mind, she’d know they were meant for this; meant for MORE.

Suffice to say this would mentally & emotionally decay Delilah. She’d never go along with this plan, unless someone were to do some mental tampering of their own…

I wanted this to contrast with my previous drawing of these two, where Gristol is still holding Delilah’s hand & gently kissing her knuckles. She looks flustered & happy vs here, as Gzarina, where she is hollow. Not sure what else to say other than this took me a long time to finish haha but it’s rare I start big pieces & I rly had a vision I wanted to see through! So in the end it was pretty fun 🥰

[idril-la-wiccan]

Smoked Cheese related doodles ! Can you tell I'm impatient for him to finally be playable ? =D

Here's also a couple of AU related doodles :

P.S.: Do not actually fight me about Smokezarella, it's a joke, I'm not here to wage war. *Waves a white flag*

[sagethegaywitch]

Our Child (Part II)

Yandere Mermaid Family x GN Reader

TW: yandere behavior, blood

Genre: yandere

(Part I), (Part III)

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Y/N’s Pov

It’s been a few days since you saved that merman, and the fact that you found and rescued a mythical creature only seemed to hit you when your adrenaline ran out.  You paced the floors of your apartment after you returned that night, trying to figure out how it was possible for mermen to actually exist.  Now you travel to the rocky tidal pool each sunset, hoping to catch a glimpse of the creature again.  Ever since that day, you’ve felt eyes on you every time you are near the beach, sometimes even when you're at your beach-side apartment.  You assure yourself it’s nothing, but you can’t shake how intense and threatening they feel.

One night, on your nightly stroll, you wander the sandy beach, a bit upset that your work prevented you from seeing the sunset.  But you’re quickly excited when you hear splashing nearby.  You run over to the tidal pool, but are surprised to see a different merman sitting on one of the rocks.  Compared to the one you saved, he has longer dark green hair that drapes over his shoulders, and his tail is a slightly darker blue-green color, but he oddly reminds you of the other.  He looks up when you approach, and you offer him a small wave to show you were friendly.  The merman pauses and looks you up and down before cautiously crawling closer to you, and you freeze not wanting to scare him off.  Now he’s only a few inches from you and leans his face close to yours, sniffing around, trying to catch your scent.  You remind yourself that he can probably smell fear as he gently pokes your cheeks and drags his webbed claws through your hair.  You start to relax a bit, realizing he probably won’t hurt you, and you try to spark a conversation, assuming he spoke English.

“I’m Y/N, what’s your name?” you ask, keeping your voice soft and calm.

The merman looks at you, tilting his head in a questioning manner before pointing to you and opening his mouth.

“Y-Y/N,” he gurgles out, his voice sounding like it was underwater.

“Yes!  I’m Y/N,” you cheer before pointing at him.  “And you are?”

He looks at your finger pointing at him, connecting the dots in his head before responding, “A-Aalto.”

“Aalto?” you question, the name sounding foreign on your tongue.

“A-Aal-to,” he corrects.

“Alright, I’m just going to call you Al,” you conclude.

The merman lets out a series of chirps and clicks, and you hope that they’re happy sounds and that you didn’t piss him off.  He nudges his cheek against yours before rubbing his neck all over your face, neck, and hair, as if marking his territory.  You suddenly worry that you have just been marked by this strange merman, and if you were to see the one you rescued, he would be pretty upset at this turn of events.  You’re brought back to reality when the merman starts trying to drag you towards the water.  Thinking he just wants some help getting back to his home, you follow him to the cold ocean water.  The moment he’s fully submerged and the water gets up to your knees, he grabs your ankle and attempts to pull you in with him.  Panic seizes you as you assume the worst and he’s trying to drown you, so you reasonably kick at his face until you make contact.  Momentarily surprised, he lets go and you quickly drag yourself out of the water, the ocean soaking into your clothing and making them heavy.  You run all the way home, slamming your door closed and locking the door.  You’re panting and shaking from the cold water, completely unaware of the eyes watching you.

Aalto’s Pov

“Damn it,” I groan, holding my bleeding nose as I swim back home.  “Didn’t think they would put up a fight.”

I surface in the little air pocket part of our cave (they live in a water cave, but there is one room with an air pocket hole that leads to a small cave with a rocky floor, if that makes any sense), where we plan to keep our little human, and I’m welcomed by my father and brother.

“Welcome home, darling!” Kano exclaims before slowly realizing I was not carrying a human with me.

He deflated sadly, moping in the little nest of dried seaweed and scrap clothing that he worked hard on making for the human’s comfort.  Malik began reassuring his child, patting Kano’s shoulder before looking at me for answers, as if my bloody nose wasn’t enough evidence.

“They kicked me in the face when I tried to bring them here, and I let them go,” I sigh, disappointed in myself.

“It’s alright, Aalto.  We’ll try again soon,” Malik tells me, offering me an understanding smile and a piece of clothing for my nose.

I haul myself to sit on the edge of the pool, allowing my body to rest on the rock floor of our human’s room as I attempt to stop the bloody flow on my face.  My mind keeps wandering to the moment they said my name, their mouth struggling to say it properly.  I’m touched that they think we’re already siblings and gave me a nickname, and I’m totally going to rub it in Kano’s face later.  But for now, we need to focus on gaining our darling’s trust again and getting them here safely before we can begin the transformation process.

[greenlaut]

yusuf (son of the sea) — assassin's creed oc

(this oc is a persona of myself but as the son of altaïr and malik. for fun purposes ehe.)

backstory under the cut

cw: implied child abuse, violence

yusuf heralds from akka harbour in the middle district. he had a content and fulfilling childhood with his father (a sailor), mother, and two you ger siblings. however, when he was 7 his father got caught in a brawl with drunk sailors, thus causing a conflict that killed his family. yusuf survived because he was out fishing when it occurred.

as an orphan, he was thrown into an orphanage. the orphanage couldn't afford the upkeep and soon enough it was bought by a slaver who profited off child-brides. yusuf escaped again; he'd rather die in the streets than bound to gross men.

he was severely malnourished and cold when altaïr first found him. the master assassin just finished up a kill and was making his way home. altaïr wrapped him up in a thick scarf and offered some bread. when the assassin tried to take yusuf to an orphanage, yusuf slipped away. yusuf was not a master assassin, but he was small and quick—easily weaving in and out of crowds and wagons. it took altaïr an embarassing amount of time (an hour, longer than it should've taken him to hunt down a target) to chase down the child. at the end of it, altaïr was impressed enough that he brought yusuf along.

altaïr thought of taking yusuf to masyaf, then forgone it, and instead dropped him off without much explanation in jerusalem with malik (much to the da'i's shock, confusion, and annoyance) before he continued on his mission. malik was apprehensive at first and was about to leave yusuf in one of the orphanages in jerusalem if altaïr never return to pick up the child back. but yusuf was a nice company to have around (compared to most of the air-headed novices he had to face—the bar is low) while malik worked. the child was witty, blunt, and reminded malik of young altaïr there wasn't any formalities when yusuf got taken in by malik—he just was.

during his stay with malik, yusuf preferred to be referred as a boy or child and acted much like any other boy. yusuf was born and raised in his family as a woman, and whilst he was in the streets he didn't care much about how people view him than to survive. one day malik asked him—the da'i glanced at yusuf whilst keeping his hands on the open map before him—if yusuf would rather be identified as a man or a woman. yusuf replied that he (is) very much a boy without looking up from his needlework (he was stitching his torn pants). malik nodded and that was that.

years later, when yusuf was of age; malik took it upon himself to unearth a merchant who sold medicines for men ailed with impotency. the da'i upheld his reputation as the most feared rafiq with the exchange. since then, yusuf has had no problems with getting his (gender-affirming) medicines regularly.

then al-mualim happened and altaïr rose up as a grandmaster. yusuf stayed with malik in jerusalem until he was of age to become a novice. until that time, altaïr would visit jerusalem regularly to check in on his ward and his friend—and to escape the unbearable stuffiness that is grandmaster work. altaïr taught yusuf how to hone his strength in stealth and agility. malik taught him how to read and write. during this time, they discovered yusuf was nearsighted due to him being severely malnourished in the past (and it also stunted his growth). but yusuf was able to hid it for so long since he had been using his second vision to cover up for his nearsightedness. (altaïr was rather delighted to find someone else sharing his trait. they bonded over their shared dislike of people labeled as enemies in their eagle vision).

they keep this strange bonding activity far off into yusuf's adulthood. they sit together and view into their second vision to ruminate over people. malik would scold both of them if he catches them in the act, saying that it's impolite and dishonourable. but after one attempts too many on altaïr's well-being, he understands the need. and sometimes, he'll sit with them and ask for names. altaïr has learned how to avoid dropping names to malik. yusuf hasn't—and the assassin isn't going to try and find out what malik will do (or has done) to them.

when yusuf became a novice, malik half-jokingly told yusuf to keep an eye on altaïr for him. and so he did; whilst he worked under the tutelage of the mentors, he would check in (read: harass) on altaïr in his study. while yusuf was not the brightest novice; he kept altaïr sane and feeling human enough through the trials of leadership.

yusuf eventually finishes his training as an assassin (not master assassin). altaïr oversaw his hidden blade initiation personally out of fondness. he has no intent of becoming a mentor, and so he takes his time to loiter around masyaf and jerusalem to keep an eye for both of his pseudo-fathers. taking up available missions or errands to run without caring for ranks.

he excels in stealthwork and free-running. to deal with his eyesight, yusuf tends to find viewpoints from the highest landmark first to check with his second vision before dealing with his target. contrary to his fathers, yusuf's swordmanship is minimum. he avoids conflict when he can, and prefers to escape (by running or blending in) or stealth-kill when facing enemy soldiers.

fin.

[simphic]

Yas takes over KING Mag's socials for the day!

[sorrowful-hyacinth]

Yah, I’ll take an order of Malik for thanksgiving ☺️🍴

[Someone for the love of whump teach me anatomy please]

Taglist: @paperprinxe, @melpomenelamusa, @gala1981, @starsick1979, @neverthelass, @3-2-whump

[juhuachai]

the gay brady bunch

[planetsandmagic]

Colorwheel but make it my ocs!