#OC Fear

[selkra-souza]

Forgeters are worms that eat faded memories that have fallen off Long Term Memory trees. The memories condense and stay dormant in their stomachs, and stay there unless the memory is revived.

[proxycrit]

I made another one. Sorry guys.

[icecreampizzer]

It's like 2015 all over again man... light doodles and such! First one was drawn from memory (plus my oc Deja Vu SMILES) and some yuri yayy yayyy (I explode and the smoke dissipates and I'm doing the family guy death pose on the floor)

[anon-nee]

There's something like the anticipation of a Kiss...

Purple magic nerds kissing. That's it. That's the post.

[hustlebonezzz]

A flash of confidence followed by the immediate fear of ruining something dear. On the other hand, the ready reciprocation and the disillusion of a deeper meaning.

Continued

[squidddds]

Made my own Termina Oc called Agnes.

Her design is based on a wolf in sheep’s clothing. She appears innocent and harmless through her clothing and soft spoken nature however she secretly has a cruel personality, viewing emotions and those driven by them as weak. Her moonscorched is based on a sheep in wolfs clothing. Her fear deep down that maybe she is as weak and vulnerable as she outwardly appears.

She chooses to remain unseen and this helps her immensely, as she can sneak past enemies unnoticed and is less likely to be hit when in battle. Unfortunately due to her impractical clothes and inexperience, she isn’t well versed in combat, when forced to fight, she prefers guns or small blades.

For those who don’t know - a professional mourner is payed to go to funerals to add to the crowd, they pretend to have known the person and pretend to mourn their loss

She has been posted on artfight (my username is Squiddds)

[teleheadhound]

The Eye (part 1/15) Be Ņ̴̢̰͍̜̬̠̬̭͙̲̿̆̅̈́͗̕̚ô̶̟̗̗̠̞̲͕͛́̆̆t̸̀̇̿̈́̃͒ͅ Afraid

The Eye (part 1/15) “Be N̷͖̟̈́́̓͒͘̚̕͜ǫ̴̢̦͍̠̪̥̪̰̰́̀̂̃͐̒̔͊̾̈́̽͆̿͂͠t̶̢̧̬̰͎̦̯͇͚̣̥̯̰̠̥̗̯͙̝́͌̽̎̓͗̐͒͋͛̏͒̈́̑̐̚̚͜͜͠͠ Afraid”

This is the first design of the long term project I have to design creatures for the 15 fears (yes, I’m including The Extinction). I wanted to start with the eye as it was my favorite. For this, I was inspired by biblically accurate angels and, of course, the classic line of “Be Not Afraid”. I imagine the Eye as something to dance the line between terrifying and absolutely ethereal. It behaves somewhat passively; doing little to actually go on a hunt. Looking into the eyes on its face or its crown will force you to relive awful memories, allowing it to feed.

If you would like to follow this project, follow the tag “When Fear Becomes Real” from the tags below. That is what I’m going to call this project!

[sleepwalkersqueen]

Healthy Birb >:3

He's very kitten shaped ur honor

[callmegaith]

Remember that CHANGE BEGINS WITH US! RESIST! FIGHT FOR YOUR FREEDOM!! ✊️

HOLY SHIT THIS WAS SO FUN TO MAKE hope I'm feeding yall well with my Citizen art I love them sm

[inkly-heart]

[academic-vampire]

“You attract what you fear”

!!!! Ahhhhh oh my god I am so scared of a vampire coming in through my window and biting my neck and then you know maybe we kiss and then we get married and are in love for forever and ever oh my god I’m so scared of this !!!!!!!

[selkra-souza]

Doodle concepts of what I’ve been seeing in my head world while trying to draw influence from old timey Portuguese architecture. I wanted to find a book on Brazilian-Portuguese architecture specifically, but my libraries only had one on Indo-Portuguese architecture instead called Palaces of Goa: Models and Types of Indo-Portuguese Civil Architecture, which was just as interesting, but hopefully I can find what I’m looking for elsewhere!

[wombywoo]

borrowed ↔️

[dovewingkinnie]

ship dynamic so good when its this

[impish-baby]

Shdmdlpshxhflfh PLease PLEASE.PLEASE PLEASE write more of the angst idea please My LIFE IS YOURS

Burning bridges - platonic yandere estranged(?) family x reader concept

You don't know why you even agreed to come. There's a bitter taste in your mouth no matter how much cocoa you sip, the cheery Christmas music sounding like nails on a chalkboard the longer it plays in the background.

It should be fun. You should be hanging out with your grandparents or your cousins, but you just can't. Having a panic attack in front of everyone would be too embarrassing, so instead you're stuck hiding in a random bedroom because your "father" and his family showed up.

Seeing them shouldn't hurt so much after all this time.

The laughter from the living room tears your heart into shreds, reminding yourself to breathe becoming a bothersome task. It's stupid. You're stupid for still caring, for being a whiny brat even though you're grown.

Standing up on shaky legs, you resolve to at least say goodbye to the family that matters before leaving. Slipping out of a window seems too difficult to be worth the questions you'll get later anyway.

This plan would be fine, perfect even if you didn't bump into lizzy as soon as you walked into the hallway.

Mumbling a frantic apology, you don't even recognize who it is at first, but she definitely recognizes you.

"Bug!" The sudden hug makes you wince, especially with how strangely clingy it is, but it's the childhood nickname that makes you freeze.

"Oh my gosh! It's so good to see you," Lizzy hums, a beaming smile on her face. "Dads gonna freak when-"

She trails off when you roughly shove her away, having the nerve to look betrayed. "I- Hey.." The girl reaches out a hand towards you, almost tearing up at how disgusted you look to see her. Still a princess with her crocodile tears.

"What was that for?" Lizzy frowns, blocking your path when you try to go by, "Don't ignore your big sister." Before you can snap at her, there's a gentle hand on your back, nudging you behind your grandfather.

"Kid.." The older man regards her with a sigh, crossing his arms over his chest. "You ain't coming into my home and stiring up trouble, are you? Cause your daddy and the rest of your lot can scram."

Lizzy shoots you a pleading look, like she expects you to jump to her defense. She somehow manages to look more brokenhearted when you silently hide behind your grandfather instead.

When lizzy finally drags herself away, an arm is slung around your shoulders. "Sorry 'bout that pumpkin," Your grandpa gives you a gentle squeeze, starting to lead you to the kitchen. "We got plenty of grub, let pop pop fix you a plate."

[com-i-cal]

ratio siblings with cat eyes + aequitas crying doodles