#OC fears

[novemberhope]

⭐27: FEARS

is your oc scared of anything? do they have any phobias? are they startled easily? would any of your ocs try to scare ppl on purpose?

Neri is pretty easily scared tbh. It gets a lot better after the timeskip and starting there she grows more and more confident with each arc.

Niara doesn't like spiders and snakes and bugs. She's not necessarily scared though. She's more likely to go and have an adventure than Usopp, Nami and Chopper.

Azura doesn't like dirt. She's not scared to get dirt and bloody if she has to but she will feel the discomfort a lot. It is not easy to startle her.

Cordelia is not easily scared. She has a pretty helpful devil fruit, after all. If something comes at her, the barrier goes up.

Ellaria has seen so many scary things in her visions, I don't think you could scare her much at all.

Ginny doesn't like being in dark, enclosed spaces. That rarely happens though, so it's not much of an issue in her daily life. She absolutely is the type of person to scare people on purpose.

Midori at least pretends nothing can scare her and she usually manages to keep her cool...

Kat has a deep-running fear of losing her sister. She's also irresponsible enough to scare people because she thinks it's funny (with no ill intent).

Star I imagine as not liking being underground. And sometime she jumpscares people for shits and giggles.

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[sev-on-kamino]

Me: *showing up with my lil squad of OC troopers*

Also me: *sees how mean people can be*

[lunathejediknight]

Does Kiki have any fears?

yes, here they are

Spectrophobia (the fear of mirrors) kiki's not afraid of mirrors essentially its more of her own reflection

Autophobia (the fear of being abandoned, ignored, isolated, and alone) I feel like this one's pretty self explanatory

Thanatophbia (the fear of losing the someone you love or death) this one's also pretty self explanatory

metathesiophobia (the fear of change)

[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)

[rafesdollette]

LATE NIGHT DRIVES

PAIRING: BSF!RAFE X SWEETHEART!FEM!READER

summary: Rafe cherished these drives with you. Where you both would blare your wildly different music, talk about anything that came to mind, and stop at random convenience stores for snacks. It was the only time where he felt genuinely relaxed and content.

a/n: okayy new setup? 🫣 I dunno, I'm trying it out but I likee. very professional, very cutesy. Anyway, this is my first well thought out writing so please do leave constructive criticism if you think I could do something different next time...

word count: 0.6k

The route to your house was second nature by now. He's been there so much that he almost knows it better than his own home. which he doesn't mind at all, cause your house was basically his second home.

As you lie in your bed, your phone buzzes with an "I'm outside" text from Rafe. So per routine, you get up, throwing on the first hoodie in reach and heading out of the door.

He blows out out a breath, letting out a low "Its about fucking time" as you get in his truck.

"yeah yeah, it wasn't that long. you're just impatient"

he pulls out of your driveway, scoffing slightly "I must have plenty of patience, I deal with you, don't I? and put your seat belt on."

Once your seat belt is fastened, he begins driving on the road, having no destination in mind like usual. For a while, it's just silence between you two. Which isn't uncommon for both of you, it's familiar and more comforting than he'd like to admit.

"Lets stop at a gas station for snacks" you request, looking out the window

He nods, a murmured "sure" leaving his lips as he drives in the direction of the nearest gas station.

Entering the gas station, you immediately make your way toward the section with candy, picking out packages of a variety of candies while he heads towards the chips.

Once you both have gathered a good amount of snacks for each of you, which you both are gonna end up sharing anyway, you set them down on the counter as the cashier to rings up all of the items that he ends up paying for like usual since he'll throw a fit if he doesn't.

When you both make it into the car, he drives to the usual spot you both spend nights at. An empty parking lot. "Oh my gosh, turn it up!" you motion to the radio, smiling widely.

He groans as he turns up the radio "What the hell is this? Taylor Swift?"

"Sabrina Carpenter" you correct "And it's good, just listen."

"Yeah, I'd rather not" he replies as he takes a few gummy bears from the bag in your lap. He always claims to hate your music taste but you always find him humming a beat to one of the songs you pick out during a drive.

He leans back into his seat, chewing slowly as he listens to the lyrics. "You listen to some dirty music" he chuckles

"Hey, she's not that bad. You should see her on tour though, you'll have a stroke."

he raises his eyebrow, an amused expression on his face "really, huh? what, are you gonna go?"

you hum, shaking your head "No. I want to, though. But her tickets are kinda pricey. Maybe if I have extra money to spend soon."

"I'll take you."

The Skittles you were eating nearly get stuck in your throat as you look at him in bewilderment "What?! No! Rafe, that's too much money."

he shrugs "It's fine. I wanna do it. Just let me? Please?" of course he wouldn't bat an eye at spending that much money, he was loaded.

you hesitate for a moment, but seeing the insistence in his eyes, you eventually nod slightly "Fine. You can take me. But I'm paying you back eventually, alright?"

"Mm okay, sure. Deal." he agrees, even though he knows when it comes time for you to pay him back, he'll either give the money right back to you or refuse it.

"Thank you, Rafe. I appreciate it." you smile, genuinely touched by his willingness to spend that much money on you. It was rare that he went out of his way to please someone.

"Mhm, of course" he smiles back before throwing a gummy bear your way "consider it a late birthday gift."

"my birthday was like nine months ago, but okay."

"Mm yeah, just go with it" he chuckles, reaching over and talking your hand.

That was definitely new...

[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

[anon-nee]

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

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

[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!

[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

[wiltkingart]

"In the ruined lands of Old Humming Vale is it said a Fairy King once ruled cruel and unforgiving."

bonus cover art for another short story of mine, this one following a dewinged fairy's attempts to survive a viscous insect pit, even as they start to poke at (and burrow into) his warmest wettest holes.

Crystalline is the 2nd story in Mouth to Mouth to Mouth, an erotic transmasc horror collection, available on [itch.io].

[doctorsiren]

things didn’t work out with the Mothman

I don’t think the siren mentioned in Lost Legends that Ford had dated ever had a name, so I’ve decided to call her Penelope because silly Epic reference

I found those deleted storyboards from A Tale of Two Stans where it showed the siren and so I’ve decided to draw her my way based on those boards and do some sillies (5th drawing features my friend @pinkhibiscustea ‘s mermaid OC)

[sleepwalkersqueen]

Healthy Birb >:3

He's very kitten shaped ur honor

[inkly-heart]

[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."