#ango oc

[starrspice]

I've been really busy

Between my birthday my best friends wedding immediately after, and work,I havent had as much time to draw stuff just for me as i would normally like.

So I've been drawing my ocs in what little free time Ive got

And i offer them to this hellsite for everyone's enjoyment and consumption

Im still kind of tweaking and polishing up their designs so they may change in the future

But for now I offer you a chaotic mercinary polycule (AKA the U.F.O.S.)

With some Bonus side character OCs for funsies

[watcheraurora]

Tango, Etho, and Doc should build a stage and auditorium and give a presentation on redstone. Call it a TEDtalk

[fancyfeathers]

Society of Protection (Yandere Bungo Bungou Stray Dogs x reader x original characters) (normalized yandere au)

Chapter Twenty Two, The Genius That Leads

(A/N- I read Romeo and Juliet before writing this and now I love the idea of William being called the prince of cats like Tybalt because of their similarities and that being the story much of his character is based on)

Prologue and oc intro

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven, part one

Chapter seven, part two

Chapter eight

Chapter nine

Chapter ten

Chapter eleven

Chapter twelve

Chapter thirteen

Chapter fourteen

Chapter fifteen

Chapter sixteen

Chapter seventeen

Chapter eighteen

Chapter nineteen

Chapter twenty

Chapter twenty, part two

Chapter twenty one

“Deal.” The moment you said that a smile came across his face. You glanced back at the book you were asked to retrieve, before he could say something you grabbed it from the table. You looked back over at him, keeping the book curled up in your arm. “Not a word.”

“Only if you keep your end of the deal, doll,” Ayatsuji replied as he shoved his hands in his pockets. “You’ll have a hard time hiding that book at the party, what do you plan on doing?”

“I will be leaving early, I have my own matters to tend to.” You took out your phone, ready to call your driver to pick you up. “The Society is not the only affair that keeps me busy. There is something I need to get to the bottom of, a mystery if you will.”

“How interesting, but you are not a detective, are you?” He hums, tapping his gloved finger against his cheek. His eyes are fixed on you, scanning over your form, trying to find any sign of what you are thinking.

“Perhaps, it is a family profession after all.” You picked up the skirt of your dress and began making your way towards the door. You spared him a glance as you pushed open the door to the hallway. “Now I suppose I’ll see you soon enough and hopefully we will be on the same side of the playing field. Goodbye, have a lovely evening, detective.”

“We will see…”

You stepped out into the long hallway, slowly making your way to the garage where your driver would be picking you up. You looked down at your phone, dialing up your driver’s number. The ringing mixed with the echoing of your heeled shoes as they clicked against the floor. You were a far enough distance away from the auction hall that you knew Ayatsuji was not following you, but something still felt off. You felt yourself grow more tense as you walked along the hall, as if someone was watching you. The mixture of clicking and ringing did not help calm your nerves, only blocking out another one of your senses…

Click…

Ring…

Click…

Ring…

Click…

Ring…

Click…

Ring-

You heard the line get cut at the sound of your phone getting a call. You pulled your phone away to see who was calling you, you looked down to see the contact name as none other than William Shakespeare. You hit the bright green button on the screen without hesitation, answering the call as you held it up to your ear.

“William, I have the book-“

“(Name), I need you to come to room two-three-six, the plan has changed.” You heard William’s voice speak to you, but he was not worried, not bothered, if anything he was… happy? “Things may be turning in our favor after all.”

Did he find Miss Jane already? Thoughts ran through your mind as you made your way down through the floors of the hotel. The clicking of your heels rang through the halls, everything was silent except the clicking of those heels. Soon enough you came to the door, knocking once and the door was answered not even a moment later. It was answered not a moment later by a familiar face, just not one you were expecting.

“Joan?”

Before you stood the maid who was one of the first people you met at the Society’s headquarters, only she was dressed in an outfit suited for business, a black suit and a blue plaid tie. Her long blond hair was down, not up in her usual bun that also let her blue eyes be on display. She smiled back at you, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she stepped aside to allow you to come in. “It seems we have quite a bit to explain to you.”

“What do you mean- Oh!” You cut yourself off as you entered the room, turning your head to see sitting at the table of the luxury room the familiar face of William who summoned you along with-

“I apologize for setting you up, (Name).” Those words escaped those lips, soft and gentle as always. You saw sitting at the table with William, the form of Miss Jane. She was not dressed how you expected, she herself wore a black vest over a white button up, a long blue skirt, it was simple but elegant. She rested her head against her hand, a smile coming across her face. “The truth is, I never turned myself into Fitzgerald, I would never dream of it.”

You heard the sound of the person you once thought to be a maid closing the door behind you as she approached the table. William looked over at you with a smile, before a laugh escaped from his lips. “Honestly it surprised me as well, but Jane, Wells, and Leroux fooled us all.”

“Wells?” You turned to look at the woman who opened the door for you, was that Joan’s real name? Who was she really?

“Ah yes, let me properly introduce you,” Jane said, reaching out a hand over to the woman standing beside you. “This is an old friend of mine from my work in England when I was looking for capable individuals to join the Society. May I introduce to you H.G. Wells, she has been the one keeping our Society safe from the shadows this whole time along with the one who has been brewing up those  updates  on where I was for Emma and the others that led to this elaborate planning for this ball that fit into the plan I devised with Wells and Leroux.”

“But Gaston is missing, I found his blood in the room along with-“

“Not missing, he is exactly where he needs to be in this plan.” Wells cut in, coming to sit down on the couch not too far from the table, swinging her arms over the back of the couch and crossing her legs. “Leroux was kidnapped by a well-known European criminal known as Nikolai Gogol. Due to Gaston’s time working with the European Union when tracking down Fyodor Dostoevsky, he found evidence that the two had connections to one another.”

“So this all has to do with Fyodor, doesn’t it?” You asked, glancing around the room at everyone.

“Exactly, Gaston had informed me of what happened when he was asked by the Port Mafia to look into the disappearance of one of their executives who had Fyodor in their custody. We immediately knew Fyodor was planning something.” Jane nodded to your question and answered as it all was obvious. “We knew that the Port Mafia would be wanting any information they could in Fyodor after so even before all this we had all of Gaston’s observations from his work in European Union on Fyodor printed into a book and set up to be sold at an auction, that’s the same book you are holding now. We planned on dangling a carrot for the Port Mafia to desire and for Fyodor to destroy.”

You glanced down at the book you held, this was all a ploy. 

“I apologize for you having to be a pawn in all of this, but you played your role wonderfully.” Jane complemented with a smile, a giggle escaping her voice. “Now Gaston has Fyodor under constant surveillance and that  rat  has no idea, he will practically reveal everything to us and that bastard has no eyes on us because he is so focused on the Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia.”

“I see, I have just a few questions…” You found yourself sitting down at the table along with the others, you felt yourself crew at your lower lip in thought. “How did you fake yourself leaving at the mansion all those months ago and how did you know that Nikolai would be here?”

“Ah, well the first answer is with Ms. Wells and her ability. She was disgusted as the driver who brought the two of us there. That envelope I gave her with the instruction to  open when the time was right  was all she needed to know what to do.” You glanced over at the woman on the couch, she was disgusted as a maid for all these months, what was stopping her from being disguised as a driver? “You see Wells’ ability is called Time Machine and allows her to manipulate time itself. So inside the envelope told her the exact time to activate her ability, when you got inside the car. She activated her ability on me, giving me 3300 seconds to go back in time myself and slip away from Fitzgerald, who was also used as a pawn in all of this. After that I returned to Europe for a few months, working with some old friends of mine in the Order of the Clocktower, but I am afraid that is trivial at the current moment.”

“I did not expect for you to be this much of a mastermind, Miss Jane.” You heard William chuckle as he crossed his legs with a closed-eyed smile. “But I suppose I should have expected that from the leader of the Society of Protection.”

“Well, I do pride myself on my understanding of the human mind, so manipulating it with both my plans and my ability is all too easy, no offense my dear (Name).” Jane apologized with a smile which you nodded to.

“None was taken, Miss Jane. After all, I have quite a lot to still learn.” You giggled along with her smile, which was true you did have so much to learn compared to the actual geniuses that hid within the Society. “But what of my second question?”

“Ah, about Nikolai, well that is thanks to your visit to Mr. Tonan with Leroux and Dr. Stevenson such a long time ago. Do you remember his assistant and the strange behavior he had?” You nodded at Jane’s question which caused her to hum. “I did not believe him at first, just a strange assistant and nothing more, at least that is what I thought at first. As you know Gaston is a composer at the Paris Opera House, a theater, he has experience with actors and the art of such so it is easy for him to tell when one is acting. He told me that he forced the attitude of a sane man to have a perfect accent, but not to one who works with actors from that part of the world every day, so detecting a fake accent was child’s play for him.”

“So Mr. Tonan’s assistant is Nikolai in disguise?” You asked, most. to yourself as you pondered the question and then it clicked. “Wait, Mr. Tonan and his assistant were invited to the ball, so Nikolai was among the guests.”

“Just as planned, they fell into our trap like rats.” Wells smiles as she speaks, running her hand through her hair. “And now we will trap them all like rats, all of them running in a maze they don’t even know.”

[frostlineprince]

remember the "kafka asagiri i want them to be happy please" post? well like. here's the full page of it

yes i know what yttd is. yes it did make me cry a lot of times

[muerder-snail]

Got more BSD ship kid content! I really needed to draw this trio being a trio, love how I have so many different groupings for these ship kids.

Uzumaki- chuuya x my Oc Ito

Melos- sigzai

Stephen- adopted by Ango

[kofi commissions]

[hyperrealisticblood]

the

[gerbresonance]

WE BALL (OC AND CANON ROSTER)

I spent like all of today brainstorming what to do with my OCs and decided to draw them all together along with their respective confidant.

It took a long ass time but I’m so happy with how it looks.

The OCs Are:

Yoko Ota

Harper Lee

Laurie Stolarz

Naoko Matsuda

[karl-raccoon-in-a-teacup]

28 + oscargide, 18 + lemon futon, mango + 14, higugin + 38

You're gonna force my hand into talking about Oscar Wilde BSD on this blog do you realize that. My god.

28: A kiss in parting

"So soon, really?" Oscar asks, leaning against the frame of the door. There's still paint drying on his hands, still droplets of sunlight peaking in through the curtains, and they hadn't even remembered to take off their shoes. "It's wartime, Oscar," Andre says, checking the buttons on his coat. "I'll always be gone soon." "Hm." Oscar slides over, eyes darting outside. "Well, tell your men I said hello, and I wish you all luck." Andre smiles with that easy confidence, laughing as he says, "We don't need that sort of luck. They have me." "As confident as always, aren't you?" And he knows both of their eyes dart around their surroundings, know both of them check the rather empty office. No one's nearby, of course, these halls are long since hollow. And yet still, Oscar waits for Andre's crimson eyes to hover on his lips just long enough, before he leans in and grants him a kiss. "I'll see you," he murmurs, pulling away. "My friend." It's really not the right word for them, not anymore. Not after all they've been through. But still, Andre's response is, "Until next time, my friend."

18: A kiss in laughter

"Kajii-" Katai's voice cracks as he speaks- "really? You're going to interrupt my work for this?" "Of course I am!' he answers confidently, flopping against him so hard he squeaks. "Come on, I know how much you love these things, and you really could use the break!" "It- just- this is ridiculous!" "Well yes, I am, thank you very much." And the usual groan or shoving away doesn't come- instead, Katai's shoulders shake, and he starts to laugh. Whatever Kajii planned to say next dies as Katai laughs, loudly, the grin on his face wide. It must be only a moment, really, that he's laughing, but Kajii feels like it lasts so long and even his giggles are such a rare, golden sound, and- And now he's laughing, too, and it's while both of them are laughing that he can't help but grab Katai and kiss him.

14: A kiss on the stomach

"What are you doing?" Ango asks, suspicion leaking into his voice as he looks down at Mushitaro, who's cuddled up to him. "Oh, I'm sorry I can't admire my lovely boyfriend," Mushitaro says with a scoff, eyes darting to where Ango's shirt has fallen up. "I didn't know you had moles there." "I have moles everywhere." A roll of his eyes, and he turns back to his book. "It's not that special." A hum, and an almost audible smirk as Mushitaro responds, "Oh, really?" "Wh-" And then Ango nearly jumps out of his skin when he feels the soft kiss on his stomach- glaring down- "Hey-" Mushitaro just continues to kiss the speckling of moles, and Ango feels his face getting warmer and wrmer, before Mushitaro starts moving up and it's too much and he smacks him with the book. "OW- RUDE-" "If you're going to kiss me-" Ango splutters out- "at least do it where I'm not ticklish. Please."

38: A kiss while one party is being carried

"You're really strong," Higuchi blurts out, and she decides she's going to blame that on the blood loss if anyone asks about it later, even if her side doesn't feel as bad as it looks. Gin only nods, continuing to walk forward, holding Higuchi in her arms. "Like, do I even weigh anything to you?" she's still talking, apparently, huh. Why is she still talking? Gin raises a brow, as if questioning this herself. "N-nevermind me," Higuchi splutters, looking away. "It's just- me being injured. The blood loss is making my brain weird. And thinking about your muscles, like holy shit, where do you work out-?" Gin shifts her hold, and Higuchi lets out a yelp. "Sorry, yep, I'll stop talking now just don't drop m-" And then Gin slides her mask down, and places a kiss on Higuchi's forehead. "Just relax, Higuchi,' she says, sliding her mask back on. "I've got you." Higuchi is pretty sure her brain explodes.

[groshia]

Gift for my client #2. Comms open on VGen

Info: Carrd

[mykomivenn]

HuaCheng! Ango Sakaguchi (!!Art!!)

(+ Ango x OC interaction doodle)

🌻: Reshares and Likes are sooo appreaciated!!

(please read until finish)

Context:

I can't stop screaming and crying when i found out Ango and HC shares the same JP VA so i, as the greatest artist, had to do it. In all honesty i originally plan to draw him with me as XieLian but then i thought it'd be better if i put my OC instead....

And i did. did i regret it? No. Because it's just an innocent OC x CC interaction (they're married in the original universe) and it doesn't effect the canon show whatsoever. So if you're pissed, please grow up. like literally. <3

I've been thinking about sharing my art and BSD more in the future but im rather shy and im genuinely speaking, very scared of people on this app but we'll see. i will still post more x Reader context though dw~

Anyways without further a-do... i introduce you>>>>

[thisearthycat]

i’ve seen a lot of art summaries and wanted to do one c:

i started drawing digitally only about two or three years ago :,) so my summary doesn’t look extravagant or anything 😭 but maybe one day i’ll get there

i mostly chose pieces with backgrounds even though i feel like some without them are better😭😭 i didnt want to have too many characters floating in the void™️

neways i think i did pretty good this year considering ^^

[starrspice]

Oh? What's that? You wanted more of my silly ocs?

No? Well too bad!

All the poses are from refs by MellonSoup

[thegoldenorb]

By the way, in the Dead Apple chapter of Pt. 2 of the Mafia Fam AU, Chuuya forces Ango to babysit Yuuko while he rescues Dazai.

[fancyfeathers]

Society of Protection (Yandere Bungo Stray Dogs x reader x original characters) (normalized yandere au)

Chapter Twenty, Part Two The Masque of the Red Death

(A/N- not a full chapter but very important)

Prologue and oc intro

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven, part one

Chapter seven, part two

Chapter eight

Chapter nine

Chapter ten

Chapter eleven

Chapter twelve

Chapter thirteen

Chapter fourteen

Chapter fifteen

Chapter sixteen

Chapter seventeen

Chapter eighteen

Chapter nineteen

Chapter twenty

Throughout the night, music and chatter filled the hall. The familiar face of Gaston Leroux stands against the wall, a glass of champagne in hand, he was going his best to keep his eye on Ayatsuji, members of the Hunting Dogs, and other government workers, if any of them interfered with the plan it could be all over. His eyes also kept darting to the door, keeping an eye on who came in and left, making sure none of them would cause a problem either.  Then his eyes fell on a familiar man, through not many would recognize him with the masquerade theme of the night, it was Mr. Tonan’s assistant. He was leaving the room but Gaston spotted Mr. Tonan talking to Victor not a moment ago. Without a word to any other society members Gaston activated his ability and stepped through the wall, disappearing from everyone’s sight. Gaston walked out into the hallway, keeping his ability activated to keep his foot falls non existent. He silently followed the man, upstairs, into another meeting hall, one that would be used for the auction that would be held tonight. Gaston hid himself behind a long window curtain, watching. The assistant went over to the table of cases, full of items for tonight’s auction, he was trying to tamper with the lots. Gaston  stepped out from behind the curtain and deactivated his ability so that when his heels hit the floor it made a sharp clicking sound, getting the assistant’s attention.

“Did you get lost? I believe the party is downstairs.” Gaston said, looking the man over with a polite smile, but one that quickly fell when the man didn’t say anything. “Or perhaps you meant to come here?”

At that the man slowly turned to look at the composer and that wicked grin came across his face that gave even Gaston chills. Then Gaston gained notice of his eyes, green and blue, they weren’t that way before. Then the scar over his eye, that also wasn’t there before. Then it was the hair, black to white, then the clothes to that of clown’s, and a card coming to cover his eye, but what stayed the same was that horrifying smile. It was an ability that was changing him of that there wasn’t a doubt, a teleportation ability perhaps? 

Then he felt it, behind his head… the barrel of a gun…

That’s when he knew…

“Nikolai Gogol, I’ve heard of you, didn’t I think I’d meet you in person ever.” Gaston said, staying calm despite the gun on his head. “And what would a criminally insane or perhaps just an insane criminal want here? This auction doesn’t seem like your style not to mention this is far from Europe and your home ground.”

“Let me answer your question with another question.” Nikolai replied as Gaston felt the gun move down onto his neck. “What is Fyodor doing here?”

The composer’s eyes widened at the mention of the name, he was so much in shock that he would have stepped back if it wasn’t for the gun behind him. 

“What?”

“Don’t worry he’s not actually here as in this building, but why?” There was a long pause in silence, Gaston didn’t actually know why he was. He had been helping try to stop the Guild and he knew why, but why are they still here? Their goal wasn’t Fyodor, so why were they? “Ohhh you don’t actually know, such a shame… but I can’t just let you leave after what you’ve seen, I’m sure Dostoy would love to see you.”

Gaston felt the gun move down his spine, pressing into the small of his back. He could feel the pressure shift as Nikolai pressed his finger on the trigger.

3…

2…

1…

BANG

…But the bullet never met skin…

Gaston activated his ability just in time, letting the bullet fly right through his ghostly body but then in a flash of gold it disappeared…

Gaston looked around confused…

Oh no…

Gaston saw the bullet reappear in the corner of his eye. The flash of gold then the searing pain in his side as the bullet drove into his skin just above his hip. The world went white in pain as Gaston fell to the floor. His vision was rapidly fading and the last thing he saw was Nikolai’s smiling face…

Gaston Leroux, Society Member

Status: missing

[suzumesakaguchi]

"Will be by your side 'til then..."

[betaboks]

Ability - 1Q84: Allows for the user to shapeshift when stepping through a threshold or boundary (door, stairs, etc)