#OC: False Original

[karjalantroll]

Insect!AU

[cryptidmomochi]

uh uh uh.

ive had a character who's been designless for a long time and i finally gave her a design. her name's zoe. zoe ellison. character on the right. she's trans. when i finally figured out what i wanted her to look like i went "oh. lol. she kinda reminds me of susan taxpayer" and so naturally uhhhh susan taxpayer is zoe's gender envy and thats why she has taxpayer vibes (to me).

susan taxpayer (left) belongs to @punkitt-is-here

small edit uhm. this has blown up twice now, so uhhbb if ur interested in my art i have an art tag. (. .

oh also modnay cat only under read more. i. sat and watched him dance for a solid 10 minutes. i forgot i was the one who made him. i. modnay

[terristre]

I know request says closed but I just wanted to tell you that we’ll finally be getting the Glorious Masquerade event this month. Any thought pookie? You excited?

I AM COUNTING DOWN THE DAYS til i can bully this man 💥🥊

[cherryviscera]

👻

[falseoperatives]

announcement!

it’s still in very rough works, but I’ve decided to announce a low effort original comic/story I’m going to be posting on here! it’s called False Operatives, and follows the adventures of fake detectives Robert and Sheila, a cocky boss and her anxiety-ridden employee as they try to solve a ‘suicide’ case of their old manager.

the posting of it, once I start, will most likely be random since I’m a decently busy person, but I hope to start soon!

if you send me asks, I may also respond with extra drawings or lore about the story too!

[macabrecravings]

If corrupt Sydney is always down to fuck because of PC, then shouldn't PC also be always down to fuck? PC being as horny or more horny than corrupt Sydney is a take I sadly haven't seen. PC and Sydney both trying to discreetly grope the other. Sydney surprising PC with anal beads but PC is already wearing a sizable butplug.

Anon, you are on the RIGHT BLOG…!!! I’m honestly… shocked that’s not something you’ve seen? I’m pretty sure most of us C!Sydney lovers have PCs who match their freak because… why would you mold and groom them into this lifestyle & then not take advantage of it…? /lh (“Ough… I turned the religious one into a sex monster, time to move onto the next npc!!” Nuh uh. They are mine and they’re fucking stuck w/ it. <3)

Anyway!!! I’d like to give you this little Sydney/Cain drawing :>

Reading your message made me think of them IMMEDIATELY. It… yeah. Is them. These two are so clingy. So disgustingly open about PDA. If you were to live in Cain’s save, you would not ever find Sydney in the library alone, his stupid jock bf is always there. Either under the desk or holding him on his lap… Yeah!

[rooted-limbo]

Meanwhile, even had been pondering on the past few hours.

So much pain, betrayal and doubt of her own thoughts and beliefs crammed in a shitty lottle package. She could only swallow the bile in her throat and wait... wait til'....

A loud crash spooked her thoughts away, looking absolutely baffled. Even turned towards the noise, walking warily twards it.

"... uh...?"

@shadow-of-scarlet-flame

[probably-a-plant-thing]

The Prophet's Shepards

@solmints-messyocdiary @bluecoolr

[gregorovitch-adler]

Title: Clandestine Meetings.

Fandom: ACD canon (and related).

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/Original Female Character (unrequited love from OC's side).

Rating: T.

Words: 19,539.

Chapters: 8/8

Summary:

Devi Dey has moved from India to London, England with her husband Debashish Dey. Mr Dey has to face injustice at workplace, and that is how Mrs Dey ends up at 221 B Baker Street, asking Holmes and Watson for help.

Mr and Mrs Dey's marriage does not seem to work quite well, and Mrs Dey ends up falling for Mr Sherlock Holmes during the process of his crime solving with Dr Watson's assistance.

Mrs Dey has to deal with two things: the uncertainty of her husband's job, and the feelings that she has developed for the great detective.

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Hello everyone! @nowiamcoveredinyou and I wrote a fanfic based on the original stories. It's a case fic, exploring a case adventure and the sentiments that Devi Dey develops for Holmes.

Check out the link! We hope you like it. 😊

Tags: @helloliriels @lisbeth-kk @calaisreno @keirgreeneyes @jamielovesjam @peanitbear @gaylilsherlock @totallysilvergirl , etc.

[karjalantroll]

Honestly, I don't feel "the New Year mood", there are many reasons for that, from harmless easy changes in life to existential horror of what's going on...

But there were some good moments, for example - the activity under my works grew up, I dared to start a telegram channel, made new friends, had the best birthday in several years

I won't wish you happiness and health, just…survive. Leave the crap humans and non-humans of yesteryear, send them away!

And I'm switching off, maybe not for long, I'll sleep in the forest under the snow, chew roots and pebbles, gain strength to draw more pictures next year !

[inknteeth35]

I can’t stop drawing him. HELP

Bonus Rung!

[sunderingsun]

[OC] smoke.

[cherryviscera]

... and youll forget mine

[firapolemos05]

@augusnippets Path of Hurt

Day 28: mind control/body control/betrayal

CW: minor character death, false accusations, servitude, implied abuse, whumpee turned whumper, mental manipulation, brief mention of nausea

Word count: 651

Azhaga (he/him)

Amit Chettiar (he/him)

“What have you done?!”

The rage carried in that voice shook Azhaga to his bones. He sprung away from the bed. From the body.

“M-my Lord, I-” he tried to explain, but Lord Chettiar already advanced. He shoved Azhaga aside, pushing the servant to the floor, before collapsing to his knees.

As he gathered the body into his arms, Azhaga caught sight of the man's ring and his fears were confirmed. A gold band inlaid with three glowing garnets.

Well…make that two now.

One gemstone sat dark. Cold and dead like the son it was linked to.

“My son,” the lord sobbed, his voice breaking in a way Azhaga never heard before. He didn't dare move or open his mouth again, fear, dread, and bewilderment stilling his tongue.

How could he even begin to explain? One moment young Prakash had been sleeping soundly, no sign of the terrible nightmares that have been plaguing him recently, that got Azhaga tasked with watching over him during the night. The next moment he was not breathing anymore.

Lord Chettiar spoke with venom that could rival any cobra. “What. Did. You. Do?”

The only thing Azhaga could do was sit on his knees and press his forehead to the tiles. “My lord, I swear on my life, I did not do this. I don't know what happened.”

“Swear on your life, hmm?” the man repeated with a cold consideration.

“I promise! I don't know. He was fine not five minutes ago. He just… stopped breathing? I don't know. I didn't see anything. No scorpions, no spiders, no snakes, no-”

He yelped as a strong hand grabbed a fistful of his saree and pulled him up, hoisting him off the ground.

“No snakes except you, that is.”

His mother always told him that anger and grief often made people irrational.

“Please, my lord.”

“My son is dead, and you are the only other one here. You were supposed to protect him!”

Azhaga swallowed thickly, copper eyes darting between the rage in his master’s gaze and the lifeless stillness of Prakash's form. It was so wrong. Would Lord Chettiar have him killed? Would anyone stop him? His parents? Certainly they would come to their son's defense, right? Even if it meant risking the lord's anger?

“How can I believe anything you say?” Lord Chettiar asked, not truly looking for an answer.

Azhaga could feel his body pulsing with fear, but even more, he was just tired. “I didn't kill him, my lord. I don't know what did. I swear it! Please just listen!”

Tired of this life of walking on eggshells. Tired of being a convenient scapegoat.

He waited to be struck for such insolence. For daring to demand. But the arm holding him aloft lowered. Gone was the anger from Lord Chettiar's face, replaced with something blank and devoid of emotion. In his disbelief, Azhaga peered into his eyes. The whites surrounding dark brown marbled with branches of copper.

There was a crackle in the air, across his skin and tongue. A shimmering energy.

“What shall you have me do?” the man inquired, standing at attention.

Like a guard awaiting orders.

“I did not kill young master Prakash,” Azhaga spoke carefully, unsure of what this spell, for that was certainly what it was, invoked. His mind spun like one of his sister's toy tops. He didn't have time to ask questions.

“You did not kill Prakash.” No hesitation.

“Me and Vimala will search for the true killer. Please allow us to leave.”

“You are allowed to leave.”

Azhaga would not squander this opportunity. He had no intention of returning. No time to question the magic or what he'd turned into. He needed to leave. To get as far away from this estate as he possibly could. He exited the bedroom to rush to find his sister.

He had to stop at a privy to be sick.

[macabrecravings]

Imagine finally giving the church freak a chance only for him to say grace before he eats you out 😭

Seraphina experiences ✨the ick!✨ ^w^ (Kylar’s stalking and obsession is fine apparently, but if Cain worships her it’s a problem 🙄😒 /j)

While drawing this I thought, “Oh God. If this happened in canon, it would cause trouble.”

A dreadful shiver passes through you. Something is watching you.

[rooted-limbo]

How do you two feel about your parents?

"Our Great King is godly and benevolent, our mother is wonderfull and kindly."

There is a sence of autonomy in her voice, as if these were well practiced lines.