#Oc: Evan

[ofallthingsnasty]

capture kill

Pairing: M!Werewolf x F!Reader x M!Werewolf Tags:  teratophilia, yandere, dead dove: do not eat, noncon, abduction, (attempted) forced impregnation, creampies, chubby reader Word count: 3.8k Summary:  Two men are secretly fighting over you.

Unfortunately, you’re about to find out.

Note: This started out as some dialogue that popped into my head and it was a lot of fun to write out the dynamic between these two OCs! Please read the tags properly and enjoy. Requests are open!

You smell before you feel.

The air is ripe with motor oil and wood, just like your family's little shack during summer evenings. An almost musky note lies underneath, mixed with something metallic, rusty - old equipment, maybe? It’s quiet, the only thing you can hear is your own breathing, deep and constant. There is the occasional creak from the boards, expanding and moving against each other in the heat. The wall you're propped up against is hard but warm from the sun - it’s not a comfortable position and the moment you realize it, a familiar ache settles itself in your lower back, clearly a sign that you’ve spent a long time sitting like this.

Did you fall asleep hiding behind one of the shelves with a book in hand, enjoying a lazy summer evening? 

It wouldn’t be the first time: The shack is the only place where you can truly be all by yourself - without any disruptions from your family, without anyone asking for you, without any chatter and the constant clatter of dishes or the static of the tv. You’ve always liked to hole up right here, seated on a cushion and with some snacks in hand. You’ve spent many quaint evenings like this, forgetting the world around you.

There is only one problem: You don't live anywhere near your parents' house anymore. 

And you’re pretty sure that you were just enjoying your favorite iced drink at the cozy little café around the corner. The thought shocks you from the very last bits of sleep.

It’s dim around you. You can barely make out the rest of your body while an unnatural drowsiness still clings to your eyes - it seems to sit right on top of your lids, weighing down on them like a ton of bricks. You feel so incredibly groggy, as though you’d die if you didn’t fall back asleep this second. A small part of you fights against the feeling - it’s too easy, you think, to just simply give up. Something is off, something terrible churns your stomach around nothing but air.

Rolling up your head, you blink at the ceiling. 

Green eyes peer back at you, big and apologetic. They're lined by silvery-white fur, between them a muzzle. Too high above you to be a dog, too broad. The thing is bipedal - more bear in body than canine, with disgustingly big paws that look like they could rip you limb from limb. It eyes you with something akin to curiosity, intelligence clear as day in its gaze.

You blink again, brain trying to catch up with your eyes.

And then it speaks. Awful, garbled words. “I’m so sorry, darling.”

You can’t help but scream.

Or at least you try to, because your mouth won’t open. Your lips are held together by something hard and sticky - duct tape, your mind numbly supplies as if it’s of dire importance.

The thing looks stunned - panicked, even, as far as you can tell from its eyes widening at your muffled protests and your head wildly swinging around.

“Yeah, yeah you’re sorry”, another voice cuts in, only making you thrash around harder. “We get it, you’re trying to save the romantic atmosphere or some shit.”

It comes from the corner of the shack, where a shadowy mass stands, postured leisurely against the wall. It is dark - but there is no doubt that it looks just like the wolf-man in front of you. You feel like you’re hallucinating. As if being abducted wasn’t something out of your worst nightmares already - these animals are so bizarre, your poor brain doesn’t know what to do with all of this information.

“Well, how do you expect me to go about it?”, the one in front of you hisses back, eyes not leaving you for a second.

“It definitely helped the whole fighting thing, dumbass”, the other thing snickers and the wolf-man growls at the mocking tone. “I told you we should have just done the deed when she was out cold.”

The sentence confirms all of your worst fears. You whimper against your makeshift gag, trying to suppress tears. The thing gives you what you think is supposed to be a sympathetic look but it only looks ghoulish on its canine face.

“That’s barbaric”, it says, voice thick with disgust. “Yeah, and this right here is the height of chivalry and romance”, the dark one chortles. “As always, you’re a fucking hoot.”

“Shut up.”

“Well- I’m sure, the missus would like an explanation. So quit yapping and do your little monologue, will you?” “Fuck you.”

It gives the other an irrated look and then takes a step forward. You flinch away from it, only to meet the wall behind you. An attempt at raising your hands in defense is foiled thick rope binding them together - you can only cower behind your forearms, fingers swiping, gripping wildly through the air with what you hope is enough to keep it at bay. The wolf-man looks almost sad at your motion but doesn’t back off - those giant paws wrap themselves around your shoulder with surprising gentleness as it crouches down, completely disregard your attempts at scratching it. The thing holds your gaze with big, sad eyes and takes a stuttering breath. It seems to want to say something but isn’t able to - and the fingers on your shoulder tighten themselves into the fabric of your shirt.

Then it says your name- and chokes up. “I can’t-”, it grits out. “I can’t say it-” “You’ve been preparing your shitty talk all the way up here, grow some fucking balls.”

It whines in response, the sound high and miserable. “She’s going to hate me for this.”

“Oh my god, shut up, Evan!”, the dark one snarls again. “She’s gonna hate you either way, believe me.” Evan. The name rings a faint bell even in your panic-ridden brain. Evan. The baker from your favorite little shop a few minutes down - who has the same green eyes to match this thing. A couple years younger than you and so very sweet like the pastries he bakes - you can hardly believe he is this monster. But clear as day, in front of your own two eyes, the wolf responds to his name and has his eyes - even his blond hair sort of matches its coat, if you squint. You thrash in Evan’s grasp, thoughts rushing through your head. You feel like you’re dreaming and dying at the same time - that thing can’t possibly be a human - and this situation can’t be real, either. It’s all too much, too fast. You’re starting to feel faint.

“I-”

“Fine. I’ll do it myself, cuck.” The other steps forward and you get a better look at him, even through the black and green spots that are sprinkled all over your vision - his dark fur is peppered with silvery streaks, his muzzle turning white from age. One of his canines is chipped and makes him look roughed up, makes him look scarier than he already is.

"You see, sweetheart - me and Evan over here are quite… interested in you. Tried to settle this issue for weeks. But then our alpha stepped in and came up with", he waves his paw around as if to show you something, "this."

"And now we're gonna fuck you and see which one knocks you up first, hm?"

You lose it. Whimpering against the duct tape, you throw your legs around, desperate to fight them off. Some animalistic part of your brain supplies you with the thought that just trying to scream no, no, no against your gag might make them spare you, might make them go away. But Evan doesn’t let up, he keeps his hands on you, heavy and warm.

"You scared her, fucking asshole!", he snarls, teeth bared and fur raised.

“She wasn't gonna like this either way, boy. Some woo-woo words and a little sap won't make her fall for you immediately.”

You thrash around helplessly, efforts futile against the monster holding you down.

"You had the chance to ask her out every damn day when she took her pretty little face to your shop. And didn’t you follow her home sometimes?”, the other one snickers, clearly delighted in picking on his mate.

It makes you stop dead in your tracks and you look at Evan with wide eyes, scared. 

The darker one laughs. “Would you look at that. Did I tattle?”

By now Evan’s claws are buried in your shoulder. It hurts, even through the cotton of your t-shirt. Not even your whimpered protest seems to reach him. He looks positively murderous. “See, loverboy over here isn’t as innocent as he’d like you to think. Nasty little creeper, that one.”

“Shut up, Bill-”, Evan grits out.

Bill. Such a mundane name for a monster like him. Unlike Evan, it doesn’t ring a bell - but you’re sure he is a local just like the young bakery worker.

“That's enough”, Bill says, voice suddenly full of authority. “You’re only making this worse for her, boy.” The paw on your shoulder trembles. “At least let me go first.” His voice is nothing more than a whimper now, more reminiscent of a sad child than a fully grown man grotesquely stretched into the body of a wolf. He sounds absolutely pathetic like this and you’d pity him in any other situation.

Bill laughs, deep and ugly. It’s an almost dry chuckle that gets gradually louder. The atmosphere shifts to something more dangerous, more serious - gone is the playful teasing, now it sounds like he’s ready to rip Evan’s throat out with his bared fangs.

“I am your elder. I get to go first.”

Evan doesn’t respond. He just stares at your lap with an indecipherable expression.

“You hear me, boy? Hugh said this was the way to settle things. Trying to question your alpha?” The threat in his voice is clear. Evan finally opens his mouth. “No.”

“Good. Very good.”

He finally lets go of your shoulder and steps aside. Bill doesn’t waste any more time - you’re grabbed by your ankled and roughly pulled onto floor, helplessly flailing your bound hands through the air. He’s on you almost immediately, caging your head in with two thick arms. You can only stare up at him with pleading eyes, trying to beg him to stop with your expression alone.

“Sh, princess”, he says, almost gentle. He bows his head down and nudges the crown of your head. “I can play nice with you, you know? I just don’t like that little cuck over there”

His words do little to calm you. 

Whimpering against the tape, you let tears spill freely. You just want to be home, in your bed - just anywhere but not here. “It’s okay”, he murmurs and licks them away with his rough tongue. “You’ll be fine. You’re a little fighter, I know you are.”

A growl sounds from the corner but Bill isn’t fazed. He caresses your face with one clawed finger and crinkles his eyes at you. It’s another attempt at a soothing gesture, another one that doesn’t work.

“Poor thing, hm? Let’s get this over with.”

You can barely cry in protest before he rips your shirt open with sheer force, digs his claws into the cotton like it’s butter. Your skin prickles with fear as he eyes you, soft form and all, like the finest cut of meat he’s ever seen. Gone is that almost-warm expression, that deceptively gentle touch. He’s back to his snickering, old self. “Cute bra, baby. Too bad it has to go.” And with that, Bill slashes the straps and rips the band away. Your torso is completely bare in a matter of seconds, leaving you to shiver on the rough wood, the scraps of your shirt barely shielding your back from the ground.

Evan groans from his place and the sound curdles your stomach. 

“Just ignore him, baby”, Bill says and bares his teeth into a ghoulish smile above you. “He’ll have his turn but I’m gonna knock you up and keep you.” With another rip of elastic and cotton, he frees you from your pants. The floor is cold against your skin and you already can feel the splinters that are about to bury themselves into you - but it’s nothing compared to the terror awaiting you. “A little uncomfortable?”, he hums above you. “Sorry about that, babe. Gonna have to do for now.” He stuffs his whole snout into your bush and groans. The feeling is alien, his muzzle warm and wet and you shudder with it. “You smell divine.”

When he pulls back, his dick is unsheathed, hard already. He palms himself while he stares down at you, dark eyes enraptured by your form. 

“You’re just-”, he grunts. “About the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen-”

He pinches the fat of your belly with a surprising gentleness, the sting tender. 

“Look at you, all soft and round. So perfect for me.”

He leans over and kisses and bites your neck, your shoulder, even your jaw - gently, which only freaks you out more. He really won’t stop, will fuck you in a matter of minutes and you can’t do anything about it. You know you aren’t ready to take him and he is definitely bigger than average in this form. The dread that blooms in your stomach feels like a punch to your gut. 

“Deep breaths, princess”, he rasps above you, able to read every single thought that flits through your head in your terror-filled eyes. “Nothing much you can do now.”

As sick as it is, it rings true somewhere deep in your panic-riddled brain. Bill shuffles around a little bit, without ever breaking eye contact. There is a warmth that touches your leg and you know exactly what it is - his cock rests heavy and hot on your skin. Slightly wet with pre-cum, it twitches between your thighs. You barely dare to peek down, not wanting to see what is about to happen.

“I’m gonna enjoy this.” Bill groans, buries his muzzle in your shoulder and pushes himself into you. He is incredibly thick and it burns. The feeling is unlike anything you’ve experienced before - raw fear for your life leaves you dry and clenched uncomfortably around his dick, making him snarl and hiss above you. You can feel your own tightness around him and fold your bound hands into nothing, fingernails digging themselves into your palms.

If only you had something to grasp, to make this more bearable. The only thing you can do now is grit your teeth and take it.

“Oh shit, princess”, he sighs, completely blissed out and without any regard for your pain. To your surprise, he bottoms out slowly and waits for you to adjust - or at least what he thinks adjusting is. You're still not ready when he finally starts fucking you in earnest, slow and deep. 

"Fuck-", Bill grits out directly into your ear, his voice muffled. "You got the perfect cunt, baby. So fucking- tight."

You pay little mind to his words, too focused on the steady push and pull, on the dry stab of his cock.

“Knew it when I first saw you that you'd be perfect for me. And I'm gonna-”, he moans obscenely loud as your cunt flutters around him. “I’m gonna fuck you full of my pups- just wait-” The thought of being pregnant with this monster’s child almost makes you weep. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”, he groans, his pace picking up. “My cute little wife. That’s what you’ll be, princess.” The sentence earns him another threatening growl from Evan. He only laughs in response, deep and unspeakably ugly. “Yeah, you’ll be perfect-”, his hips crash into yours as he fucks you even faster, the sound vulgar and loud in the otherwise silent shack. “I’m gonna make sure that this little cuck will cry himself to sleep for the rest of his life. Gonna give you a bunch of brats-” It’s clear that he’s just rambling now, too entrenched in his own pleasure. But the thought still makes you still freeze in fear, the very possible future of being with his child terrifying. He’ll give you at least one, to claim you. Ruin you forever.

You clench around him in fear and he loses it - snarling, drooling and almost hollering above you, he fucks you so hard your head gets pushed into the wall again, every thrust bending your neck into an awkward angle.

You know he has to be close now and you’re grateful for it. One, two heartbeats pass as keeps pounding you so hard you know you’ll feel his dick in you for days to come.

“Oh- fuck”, he grits out as he buries himself into fully, the stretch making you bite your cheeks to bear the pain. “I’m gonna knock you up-” And then he’s spilling himself into you, the hot, wet feeling of his cum deep within you. Bill yelps and shouts as he empties himself into you, various curses and praise peppered in between the moans. It takes him a good minute to calm down again, to collect himself.

Still a little out of breath, he smiles down at you with almost sadistic glee as he licks the side of your sweaty face. “Come on, cuck. Time to get your sloppy seconds.” He’s on his legs in a heartbeat, still marveling at the mess he made just seconds ago. “You better do it quickly because my swimmers are already working their way up there”, Bill laughs and all but shoves Evan out of the way as he goes back to his place in the corner. “Have fun, boy.”

The younger man is by your side in an instant.

“It's okay, honey, it's okay”, he whispers, those big green eyes filled with tears. He tries to soothe you and strokes the top of your head but the gesture only freaks you out more. “This is all my fault, and I'm sorry, so sorry.”

The apology would have been a little more sincere if his dick wasn’t already poking your thigh.

“Oh, darling”, he sighs tearfully. “I’m so sorry it had to be like this- I just- ”, he starts but interrupts himself with a hiccup. “I swear, if I had talked to you sooner-” Not even the snicker from Bill’s corner can snap him out of it. “But I’m gonna make it right. You’ll see, I’m gonna make it up to you, darling”, he babbles on, his words only unsettling you more and more. “You’ll have to forgive me, yeah? You have to.”

He’s a goddamn lunatic. 

You can’t help but look back at the older man, almost wanting him to intervene. Before you can make any eye contact, you’re pushed into a hairy chest by a tight hug. “I promise. But first, we’re gonna get through this”, Evan rumbles out above you, making the dread flare up again.

He wastes no time after that. You’re freed from his arms and placed on the ground - gently, but with unsteady hands. He looks as though he’s drooling above you, parting your legs and sniffing your belly with anticipation. His cock seems to be a little smaller than Bill’s, but considerably thicker - it bobs up and down as he licks your stomach, your tits and your neck, his tongue almost shy.

At least Bill’s cum serves as a lubricant, you think, as sick as it is. “My pretty girl”, he hums. “And soon all mine.”

And indeed, the stretch is almost bearable as he enters you. You’re glad he doesn’t reach as deep as Bill does because the speed at which he fucks you is sloppy and fast from the start - he pushes into you with so much need and desperation it knocks the air out of your lungs with every thrust.

“I love you”, he moans. “And we’re gonna- we’re gonna spend our lives together, yeah? I’m gonna take such good care of you-”

He’s talking himself into a frenzy, his words nothing but the lovesick rambles of a freak - they just make you feel more hollow. “Really love you, angel- oh-”

His muzzle opens and he kisses you over the duct tape, tongue pressed against the plastic and spit sliding down to the sides of your face. He doesn't seem to mind, not with the way he moves his jaw against your taped mouth, frantic and uncoordinated. It’s disgusting.

Unable to move away, you can only press your eyes together and let it run down your skin.

“You’ll love me too, I know it. Just know it-”, he pushes your hands onto your chest as a leverage to go even faster. “We were made for each other.” “We’ll forget about this and live happily ever after.” Now he sounds completely delusional.

His twisted little fantasy of domestic life with you only spurs him on, his moans getting more choppy and broken with every slap of his hips against yours. He seems to be a quicker shot than the older man, too hung up on his bizarre dreams and hopes. You thank whatever godly entity out there for it.

“Fuck- darling, I think I’m about to-”, he whines but doesn’t get any further before his orgasm rips through him.

You’re a proper mess now. The second load of cum feels obscene within you, all warm and sticky as it spills out around his dick and onto your quivering thighs. He fucks into you for another few, sloppy thrusts before he stops to catch his breath. Evan looks so calm suddenly - gone are the tears, the shakiness. He gently kisses the top of your head, the gesture tender. 

“You lovebirds okay?”, Bill says, his voice suddenly quiet, higher.

Evan’s head snaps again, a weak growl telling the other to stop his teasing. You use the shift to peek up from underneath  him, curious as to what changed. A naked man stands in that same corner in Bill’s stead, smoking a cigarette without a care in the world. Salt and pepper hair is fluffed up on his head, slightly greasy - your tired eyes have seen him once, you’re sure of it. 

“Like what you’re seeing, babe?”, he grins and whistles out some smoke. 

“Leave her be, Bill. She deserves some peace now.” He barks out a laugh, then takes another drag from his cigarette. “Yeah, yeah. I hear you.” Finally, Evan pulls out, forcing out an obscene amount of cum and fluids out of your abused cunt as he withdraws. It lands on the floor beneath you unceremoniously, the noise sickening. He caresses your stomach before he gets up, already contemplating how you’ll look like swollen with his child. “We’ll have to wait a little but she’ll stink like one of us soon”, Bill snickers at the sight, one chipped tooth just as pronounced as it is in his wolf form. He pats Evan on the shoulder in an almost brotherly fashion, both too worn out to fight anymore. Bill stomps out the cigarette with another sigh and stretches as though he is simply a little tired from a long day. He grins before holding the door open, the world outside already dark.

“Don’t worry, princess. We’ll be back tomorrow morning to make it stick.”

End note: And? Who would you pick? Maybe even both? Do tell me 👀💕

[mtgc858]

Sorry I haven't been posting for awhile! My Mental health gotten pretty numb and tired recently so I kinda couldn't get anything done anyway so to make up for it Here is some art I forgot to show LOL

Is it me or Legion being pissed is actually scary and wish there was more scenes of him being pissed? Just me? Okay-

[soppsop]

tried doing a painting : ) please ignore my awful background i do not know how to draw boats

[hydaen]

evan & mitzi

1, 14, 36

cristina/lia

2, 7, 35

alecto/rayiin

9, 13, 33

(all your ocs are so cool ahh!)

ooooh my, we're bringing out ancient hydaen lore! characters even i forget about!

Evan & Mitzi

1. What were their first impressions of one another?

evan and mitzi met as kids in school, they both used to be (well still are) two weird children - evan was a quiet nerd and mitzi was the Weird Girl who murdered her dolls and claimed to be a dragon. they bonded together over their passion for animals and particularly for bugs. evan definitely saw mitzi as annoying and nosy but also kinda cool, while mitzi was fascinated by evan's extensive knowledge of animal facts (some made up)

14. How would they describe one another if asked?

Evan would say that Mitzi is a stupid idiot horny lesbian dressed like a clown and Mitzi would say that Evan is the deviantart oc of an edgy goth weeb 12yo

36. How long have they been friends? Would they consider each other best friends?

they are best friends! and as i said, they've been friends since they were 6 or 7yo

Lia & Cristina

disclaimer: cristina and lia aren't proper girlfriends anymore, they have an on and off relationship but with no commitment

2 .What was their first date like? If they haven’t been on a date yet, how would it go?

they went rollerskating and cristina was absolutely shit

7. What do they argue about?

they often argue about how accurate it is to call daylight vampires "vampires"- cristina (classic vampire) says they're not vampire vampires since they don't feed on blood and aren't harmed by the sunligh and lia (daylight vampire) says they're still biologically in the same Family of species and hence are still vampires

35. What moment did they realise that they were in love?

they are not really in love but there is a deep feeling going on. I haven't really thought about it much tbh!

Alecto & Rayiin

9. What’s the most difficult thing they’ve been through together?

I haven't thought about a full story for them tbh, but I can say that they went through some hardship when a traumatic event from Rayiin's past started affecting them again and Rayiin started suffering again from anxiety, depressive episodes and panic attacks. Alecto learnt how to deal with it and though rayiin gets in weird moods sometimes, she now knows how to help them now

13. What would they say each other’s best quality is?

to Alecto, Rayiin's best quality is how sweet they are, which is something she struggled a lot with admitting she liked at first. to Rayiin, Alecto's best quality is how strong and confident she is

33. Who was the first to say ‘I love you’?

rayiin was the first to declare their feelings but alecto initially rejected them. after their relationship became romantic, rayiin tried their best to not say they loved her, to avoid putting too much pressure on her, since she stated she wanted to take things slowly (alecto isn't good with romanticism and feelings). ultimately it was her to actually say "I love you" first

[bubblepopsims]

Evan was spotted - @fl0ptrait

[the-universe-in-our-mind]

DAY 13 OF FLUFFTOBER: Wrong place, wrong time

Ship: Evan x Xiao

Words: 552

Having a free day was rare for Evan. So when there was enough time, he always made sure to help. Today had been a fishing day. People at the mayor office had been asking for lot of fishes lately. He had spend the day running around to get the fishes someone asked at the city hall, meaning he had now around 20 fishes on him. That he was dragging around town back to the city hall.

As he passed near the benches near the Main Street, someone interpellated him. Evan’s eyes widened at the call of his name by this one person he really wished he would see later. But then he remembered. It was Sunday. Meaning no one was working at the city hall. Including Xiao.

Gosh, it was very not the best moment right now.

Evan turned to the black haired boy who was looking at him with a nice smile yet a serious posture.

« Hi Evan. You had asked to speak to me? » Said Xiao as he got up from the bench he had been on.

Evan’s cheeks turned pink as he tried to smile in a way that wasn’t showing he was panicking.

No, everything was fine.

« Y-Yeah, I did! » He started and an awkward silence raised itself, Xiao waiting for what Evan needed.

Evan cleared his throat and continued.

« I am so sorry, I must be stinking right now, hum… » He said and Xiao only smiled understandably.

« That’s entirely fine, due to the circumstances. » He replied, still waiting for Evan to tell him what was going on.

He seemed to notice Evan’s stressed state and worried eyes took over his face as he approached him.

« Is everything fine, Evan? » He asked worriedly and Evan nodded quickly.

« Yeah, I-I am! Sorry, I didn’t plan this to happen. » He tried to justify his state but was met with Xiao’s confused face and raised eyebrow.

« Planned what, exactly? » The secretary asked, suspicious.

Evan took a sigh. Well, there was no way getting out of it right now. Better rip the bandaid now instead of keeping digging his own grave.

«… Ask you out like that. I imagine it more proper. Less… like this. » He admitted, pointing at himself with a nervous chuckle.

« Oh! » He let out, surprised.

It was Xiao’s turn to get pink cheeks as he processed what the chemist just told him. A minute later, though, he was back to his composed self, still with a smile.

« Well… I guess this can wait for later then. I’ll be at the tavern around 5pm. If you do want to do it, as you said, « properly ». » He replied simply, with a simple teasing tone as he used the same word the chemist had said.

Evan nodded again, relieved, a genuine smile creeping on his face.

« Sure! I’ll see you later then? » He asked, questioning.

Xiao nodded as well, letting the chemist go for now.

« Sure. See you later Evan. »

As they separated for a few hours, Evan was feeling giddy. This seemed promising.

Xiao looked at him go, letting a chuckle escape him. He couldn’t wait to see what the chemist had planned for later.

[tarobii]

[avatarskywalker78]

Once again it's WIP Wednesday so here's a couple snippets from two of my wips!! Firstly, from the Snowfall in New York scene I wrote this week - more of Evan & Kate.

"I don't know how you do it," he admitted as he handed over her coffee and took a sip of his own, "hearing how their families treat these kids." "Come on, you've heard plenty of harrowing stories as a social worker. Besides," Kate continued, becoming more animated now she'd gotten some caffeine in her, "I know what it's like, remember? I know what it is to be kicked out at fourteen and scared out of my mind because everything I've ever known has changed in an instant. It doesn't make it easier, but it means I can understand. And some of these kids don't necessarily want someone getting angry on their behalf, they just want-" "-someone to listen." He realised. "Exactly." "Even so, it's a good thing you do. I've always thought so." "Thanks." She gave a tired smile. "You're not so bad yourself, you know - you do a lot for the community. "Th-thank you." He hoped he wasn't blushing too much.

He's a very new OC but I already love him and his friendship with Kate.

Secondly, a snippet from my Lissa Blackwood AU - set soon after Jaime's return to King's Landing (it helps to write random scenes sometimes)

He didn't even know why he was heading towards the godswood, given that he hadn't been there in...gods, was it really seventeen years? Seventeen? Sometimes it felt like it had been much, much longer than that...but ever since telling Brienne about Lissa, it had begun feeling not that long at all, like he was still that young man who'd had hope of finding his friend. Jaime had only been here twice in all his years. Both times he had made promises, Both times he'd failed to keep those promises. He'd vowed to be there for Lissa if she needed help, and he hadn't been. Months later he'd sworn to the old gods and the new that he would find her, alive, and he'd been unable to find so much as a trace of her. Why am I doing this, he thought, yet still he made his way towards the heart tree, still standing guard over the place, and as he came to a stop the memories came flooding back of the last time he'd seen her; dressed more formally than usual yet still with that air of wildness about her, dark curls falling about her shoulders, concern in her eyes and an uncharacteristic nervousness about her, enough that he'd been compelled to ask about it. I should've pushed. I should've done more to find out what she was really worried about instead of blindly accepting the answer she gave me.

(The path to redemption brings up a lot of stuff for him - Lissa later turning out to be alive doesn't change that)

Tagging (let me know if you want to be added or removed): @shrinkthisviolet @dream-beyond-the-fantasy

[marciemai]

Probably last of my gcse spam for now but this!!! this is one of the main reasons I wanted to pick everything up!!! Ahhhfhdh I made this for my exam last year and I'm so proud of it still

Yes I did my exam project on my OCs

Yes I loredumped to hell in my sketchbook

(Alt shots under break)

[the9thghost]

I'm trying out the new tablet and getting used to digital again, so of course I'm drying my oc's eyeball again. Really vibing with the textures in this one.

[blughstuff]

Doodles of a new oc :) Their name is Evan and they suck /pos

(credits to @finalhaunts for the design :3)

Rbs appreciated and will be devoured like a fresh baked loaf of bread to a starving man <33

[ofallthingsnasty]

just something silly to cheer you (and myself) up. chubby gn reader. stretch mark fluff. extremely evan (capture kill) coded. 0.3k.

Thinking about… monster boyfriend who is obsessed with your new stretch marks - who can’t stop pawing at the tender skin to save his life, even if you try to shoo his hands away. Who is all over them the minute he notices them, who palms your arms, thighs, belly - wherever they have bloomed, you’ll feel his thumb brushing over the spots at night, savoring the texture.

He can’t understand why you’re hurrying to cover them up in the mornings, tuck your jeans over your stomach or pull the arm of your shirt down so they’re less obvious - and he understands it even less when you whine and fluster at his curious eyes and hands, doesn’t understand why you’re trying to hide from him. Of course, he listens when you tell him to stop touching you, even if he just wants to kiss them one by one to show you how much he loves you. You’ll still catch him staring when the opportunity arises, and with nothing but love in his eyes.

Only when you ask what his deal is will he confess (not without growing three metaphorical inches in size with pride) that your stretch marks prove that he takes good care of you, that you’re comfortable and well-fed and that it’s all his doing. It makes your ears burn even hotter. Monster boyfriend who will show you just how much he means those words if you let him - who is so eager to apply your body lotion for you, who makes a whole show of massaging the product into your skin until you can feel his warmth seep into you, who rubs any tension away. Who tries to understand your discomfort with them - and who brings you your favorite little treats to make you feel better, even when you tell him that it isn’t exactly the right angle to tackle this issue with. (But hey, it makes you laugh! A clear win in his book.) Monster boyfriend who worships you, your skin, your body, your soul - he’s not going to let other people and their expectations make you feel bad about yourself. Who won't stop blowing raspberries into those little patches of skin until you have to shove him off you, giggling and hot-faced - until you can see how much he loves you, all of you.

[soppsop]

oc doodles 🥳

[princess--bongwater]

i just feel the need to be gettin / a little of you, a lot of blood lettin / i know this sensation youre probably dreading / but cutting you up will be so refreshing for me~

[the-universe-in-our-mind]

OCS INTRODUCTION PART 8: POTION PERMIT

name: Kora

age/date of birth: 25 years old/February 5

zodiac sign: Aquarius

pronouns: She/they

best friend(s): Lucke, Bubble and Rue.

in a relationship: Yes, with Martha.

name: Darla

age/date of birth: 26 years old/December 16th

zodiac sign: Sagittarius

pronouns: She/they

best friend(s): Runeheart, Helen, Martha, Yorn and Xiao.

in a relationship: Yes, with Reyner.

name: Evan

age/date of birth: 25 years old/October 8

zodiac sign: Libra

pronouns: He/they

best friend(s): Forrest, Leano, Runeheart, Yorn, Derrick and Dean.

in a relationship: Yes, with Xiao.

[nobitchs-world]

When y/n gets too annoying to the point you want to stop reading