#OC: Undetermined

[oddthesungod]

Fire, enduring 🔥

[kuroo-hitsuji]

So remember how i mentioned the brainrot i keep getting of the boys being fathers...

Anyways this is Elettra--

She's a menace (almost has the energy of what one would imagine Satan would've been like if he had ever been a toddler, except any unbridled rage has been converted into Even More Stubbornness) and he has too much of a soft spot for her to really do anything about it lol

Extra info under the cut bc i i don't wanna make the post a billion years long on the dash from my rambling adgkdkg

Also if you for any reason wanna send me asks to let me ramble even more/help me flesh out her character more Please Do--

Her other parent is ofc my Main MC (Kuroo)

Lucifer picked her name. Mostly she just goes by Ellie, but Lucifer and Diavolo use her full name 90% of the time

By human realm standards she'd very likely be autistic but that's complicated bc she's half demon and I still have no idea if demons in this universe are just naturally predisposed to having traits that read as neurodivergent from a human perspective--

Either way she gets Numerous traits from both parents

Much like her father she's Incredibly particular about a lot of things (especially how she presents herself) and is very routine oriented

She got an equal amount of pride and stubbornness from both parents and has ofc inherited their shared reluctance in asking for help. She will try and fail at something at least three times on principle, before requesting assistance in as dignified a manner as a toddler can manage.

She has a large vocabulary and generally stoic demeanor along with a relatively flat way of speaking that makes talking with her a pretty novel experience. She will explain to you in immense detail the plot of her favorite kid's show or the intricacies of the worlds and characters she creates when playing with her toys like it's the most complex and serious topic imaginable.

Has basically everyone wrapped around her conniving little finger and she's not even trying. She is blunt and incredibly scheming for a toddler and Everyone has a soft spot for her, Especially her father, and she is fully aware how easily she can get away with things. This could come back to bite everyone in the ass but for now she's too adorable to fix it lmao

[antelopefriendcorner]

As one game project nears completion—you'll ideally see it by halloween—I start concept work for the next. Meet... Archer, I guess her name is. She came about as a study in building a character (secretary bird with robot legs) around a game idea (action-platformer where you kick things) whose design is still at least vaguely readable at 64px tall, all under a limited palette resembling but not wholly constrained to '1-bit'-style pixel art. Ended up with more of an NES look, albeit with extra colors.

[hypovile]

Sorry i need every single person to tell me all about their strahd from their campaign i need to know all about him in all timelines

[luna-the-bard]

Te'rra Intermission - Half-year point

Act II p.1 <- x -> Act II p.2

About half a year after Skeet’s rescue, they’re finally fully done with physical therapy and Samus charts a course for Te’rra.

She’d never admit it to anyone, but she actually had Skeets stay a month longer than the prescribed physical therapy course. Skeets was the last one of the group to return to Te’rra; although she was in frequent communication with her friends & family, giving them updates on her recovery, so no one thought she’s disappeared. 

She was also not yet ready to admit, even to herself, that she’s gotten used to having the little bird alien around; to another’s warmth in bed, or to spending time in conversation with each other, or learning new cooking recipes from her (Samus has never been a great cook, she was much more adept at grilling, and trying new and unfamiliar terran cuisine was exciting).

Naturally, when Skeets suggests Samus stay on Te’rra for a week or so to explore, Samus agrees with quite the enthusiasm.

She would’ve said yes to the offer either way, just for a chance to step foot on a planet no one has really been on in a millennia, but having to spend just a little bit more time with Skeets before she has to leave has an undeniable weight in that decision.

Skeets has no trouble whatsoever admitting to herself that she doesn’t want Samus to go.

The first night they’re apart, and Skeets is back at her parents’ house in her old childhood bedroom, she can’t sleep.

It’s late when she knocks on Samus’s door.

Skeets got too used to the comfort of sleeping with another living being in the months she spent on the ship.

And Samus is so uncomfortably cold without the warmth of Skeets’s body.

Of course she lets her in.

They sleep closer to each other than usual that night. 

Next morning, when Skeets has to sheepishly explain her disappearance to her moms, the two exchange a look the meaning of which will dawn on Skeets only months later.

She gives Samus an amazing tour of the city and the surrounding jungle.

She takes her to all her favorite places, even goes out of her way to bring her to a little secret spot in the jungle that has an abundance of honey-nectar flowers growing - Samus is as interested in tasting them as she is in meticulously studying the bugs that the nectar flowers catch.

The day before Samus has to depart, Skeets takes her down to a mechanic shop. Turns out terranians have a multitude of accessibility devices built for those who lacked wings for one reason or another. One of those devices is a small-engine glider, which Skeets has made arrangements to rent out for Samus. 

Samus got around the jungle in and out of the suit just fine, but this time Skeets wasn’t taking her to another flower-filled grove. She was taking her beyond the jungle’s borders, over the grassy plain and out onto the white-sanded coast.

The beach is about an hour’s flight away. They spend the whole day chasing jewel lizards and playing in the sand. They steer clear of the predators, instead scavenging for interesting finds in the tidepools. Samus digs a big ‘ol hole-in-the-sand and they fill it with warm water and dip their feet - Samus isn’t one to go out swimming in an unfamiliar ocean, and Skeets can’t really swim because of the feathers, but that doesn’t stop them from enjoying the beach to the fullest.

Skeets waits for the right moment.

It’s a special day; a day on which Te’rra’s half-a-year-long cycle finally switches over, night replacing day and day replacing night. They came back right in time for the last week before the sun’s warmth was to be replaced with darkness illuminated by the planet’s bioluminescence.

The perfect moment that Skeets was waiting for comes at sunset. 

Samus is presented with perhaps the most beautiful pearl she’s ever seen.

It’s huge. She doesn’t know how Skeets managed not only to find one this big, but to also extract it without Samus noticing (it wasn’t hard. Samus was fully invested into some hermit crab drama precisely one tidepool over). The pearl glimmers with pinks and blues and purples, looking almost translucent with how the setting sun’s rays envelop it. Samus finds herself studying the way its color shifts under her gaze as she rolls the pearl around in her palm; she almost overlooks the warmth and slight coarseness of Skeets’s hands supporting her own. But the sensation is just too hard to miss…

By the time they come back from the beach it’s completely dark out. The city is glowing with crystal lights, hanging from branches and swinging gently in the wind above doorways and windows.

Skeets asks to stay in the ship again; just like she did every night before.

And as they’re laying in bed next to each other, almost asleep, a special kind of coziness than can only come from being tired, Skeets gathers her courage and quietly asks something she wanted to ask all week:

“Can I keep traveling with you?” 

Samus opens her eyes.

“I really liked seeing what life the universe holds beyond Te’rra…” Skeets pauses to breathe. Being so close to Samus’s face - as close as most nights, but why does it feel so different now? - does not help. 

She speaks her mind anyway. 

“I liked exploring it with you.”

If Samus’s eyes weren’t open and meticulously studying her, Skeets would’ve thought she fell asleep; this is how long the silence between them lasts. Until, finally,

“Yes.”

Skeets has the widest smile on her face when she tackle-hugs Samus and whispers her excited thank you’s. Samus weathers the attack formidably, despite not really being used to hugs - especially from other people and not just her bird dads or at least Kreatz and Mauk. 

It’s okay, she’s gonna have to get used to physical affection anyway.

They stay for an extra half-a-day so Skeets can pack some essentials (not like half of her new wardrobe was already aboard the ship anyway…) and say goodbye to her friends and moms; after that, they’re simply off to find new space adventures again, sightseeing and picking different corners of the universe to visit.

[crayolascribblz]

HEY THERE!!!

do YOU have a wh oc?! you DO???? that makes sense LMAO ur getting me on ur dash/seeing me wherever ur looking

do YOU want a doodle of ur oc? :3c if u send an ask w a pic and some deets and I'll doodle them!! im trying to get out of art block rn ^_^

see u in asks if u may :333

[theclosetedskeleton]

oh my god this is actually the like one of the first digital colored drawings of my oc oliver anyways POST CANCELLED!!!!!! OC POST GO

1/4 or 1/5 if i draw my other ocs relating to the story i have hes from

[selfawerew0lf]

I've always been a little concerned about the DLC throwing some kind of wrench into the lore of ER, but the truth of the matter is that lore doesn't matter as much in my fic. It's a nice and comfy contained story that doesn't rely to much on game canon and focuses on the drama between Morgott and Percival. The truth is that for all my fluff I am critical of TarnishxMorgott but not in the way one would think. I still believe in my TarnishxMorgott ship but i always acknowledged there's a weird angle to it all. What I'm saying is that I'm working on my fic again slowly but surely and the first part will be coming soon. C:

[entropii]

First impressions of Birdsong

[transingthoseformers]

Take

[supraxstcllas]

@oceanoecielo liked for a starter!

🌺--- Aria stood in line at Rise and Grind on Promethea, waiting for the barista bot to finish their current order to get to hers, when she feels a sudden push from behind. she turns to see a kindly looking older man, and figures it was an accidental bump,

" The line gets a lil hectic this time of day, doesn't it? "

[gingergari]

miss her, kiss her, love her (wrong move you’re dead)

new jjba oc with the stand Poison!

[antelopefriendcorner]

post-apocalyptic mouse

have established literally nothing else about them

[draw-you-coward]

how do ppl have so many ocs i have like none... do i need more for arted fight i have three up 🥹

[zmarayu]

kiki hrs :))

[blackwldcw]

@riflesparked cont. from here

« "And sometimes I think mechanisms save my frequency under 'someone who gives a fuck' in their contact lists." »

There is a drawn-out, long-suffering sigh as Blackarachnia pinches their nasal bridge. Stellar cycles spent awake and dutifully working at their station obviously wasn't working wonders for their memory. The other obviously wasn't Blitzwing. Which means that they are probably going to have to walk all the way back to the Decepticon war ship.

Because whoever this slaghead was, they certainly weren't going to help.

« "Who is this, anyway?" »

Still, call it the lack of recharge, or boredom, but Blackarachnia responds, regardless. "Designation: Blackarachnia. I'm a Decepticon scientist, and it seems like we're stationed on the same planet. My apologies for interrupting... tch, whatever you were doing. I had meant to call my partner for transport."