#dead space oc

[esomaniac]

he got a little hungry

[lunahmoko]

Name: Allison Riley.

Age: 36.

Necromorph type: Slasher-Feeder Necromorph.

Colour theme: Blue.

Family: Maximilian Strauss (younger half-brother).

Occupation: Biochemist.

Age before corruption: 26.

[poptartportfolio]

I enjoyed the first animatic, I think I may do more in the mini-series. An anthology of sorts! I've started concepting some characters for Log 2. <3

[lightylikesptr]

dead space oc jumpscare (his name is eli)

[wishbonemotel]

Connor ♠️ for the prompt :3

♠️ OC in their armor (or in some sort of fantasy armor if not applicable to their story)

The closest thing she has to armor is her ballistic weave jumpsuit in her Dead Space timeline so. Partial necromorph be upon ye

[outfit prompts still open]

[shellibisshe]

oc- taylor b. ross

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[arithecreatorsstuff]

Bad Call

I board the derelict planet cracker, and already... I have a really bad need to be elsewhere. The ship is wrecked, blood, guts, organic sludge on every single surface. Yeah... whatever the Ishimura was up to... it went bad fast. Which is the speed I should be heading back to my ship with. I hear a groaning in the overhead vent, and I'm groaning to myself. But... I have a job to do: salvage what I can, and survive. Doesn't look like I can save much here. Come to think of it, several tons of heavy explosives would make quite an improvement. Maybe a miniature black hole generator? Meh. Like my asshole captain wouldn't just shoot me for that crap. Stupid fucking rockhugger. I'm starting to hate Unitology.

I get on with it, making my way through the twisted carcass of the ship. And lo... my first useful bit of salvage, a plasma cutter. No rounds, though. Bound to be some around here someplace, it used to be a mining ship after all. I try looking in a storage locker, only to have a weird, pissed off blob leap at my helmet. I catch it and fling it to the floor, then stomp it. Ew. I hate this place already. I continue on with my search, and... jackpot! A full plasma clip. Yay! I can shoot stuff now. And what's this? More kinesis? Yes, please. Ooh, stasis mod? Don't mind if I do! Wait a minute... this is too convenient. I'm a pirate, I'm more used to sneaking about, conking people on their head, then looting them. I should be way more alarmed about this. Especially with the medkits strewn about. None are used, I'm nowhere near medical... this may be a very bad omen. The area now devoid of any useful items, I head onward.

Wow... so many dead bodies. I... I... should not be here. They're all over, none of them look like they died peacefully, some are half gone, others started to change. One of them now has literal shoulder blades. I shoot the limbs off that one, not taking chances on it playing possum. The first shriek tells me that was the smart monkey option. It never gets to emit a second. I pause to breathe... and hear something big, pounding on the door. Shit. Time to leg it, I do not want to know what the hell that was. I bolt deeper into the ship. I'm running blind, not good.

After several confusingly similar corridors, a few encounters with stabby undead freaks, a long fall off a shorter than expected ledge, a whole lot of swearing, and one too many weird noises above me... I find the mining deck. What a surprise, another bloodbath. And look here, more stabby things. I shoot first, decide apologies are useless, and bolt. And run right into the first actual human I've seen since boarding. Whomever they are, they wisely kept their helmet up.

"Uh, hi? I honestly was not expecting any survivors. I'm Winter Rose."

"Isaac. Nice to meet you, now get out of here. It's not safe."

"Yeah... can we put that in a shipwide memo, call it 'Things We Already Know?'. Besides, it's not safe here for... well, anyone. Safety in numbers and all."

Our little chat is interrupted by a big, angry dead brute. I start shooting. Huh. Isaac's armed too, he knows these things are dangerous... why isn't he shooting? Never mind. Shooting it just made it mad. Time to go. I grab my new sort of friend by the elbow and run. We wind up in another endless grey hallway. But, it's mercifully stabby undead freakless.

"Isaac?"

"Yeah, Winter?"

"What the hell is going on?"

"Let's just say the planet crack didn't go as planned."

"No kidding." I sigh. "We're gonna die here, aren't we?"

"Maybe."

"Not filling me with a lot of confidence, Isaac."

"Don't have a lot to spare. Frankly, I'm not even sure you're real."

"According to my Riglink, I must be. Can't seem to pick up yours, though." I was going to question him further about that, when I get hit with a migraine. Ouch. I'm nearly crying from pain. Weirder still, I can hear my mother. She's been dead for 10 years. Aneurysm.

"Winter Rose, you need to leave." No kidding, Not-Mom. How?

"Take the tram to the Executive Flight deck, there's a shuttle. Go now, or it will be too late." Another wave of searing ouch, then a cacophony of voices.

"Make. Us. Whole." My blood suddenly turns to ice.

Isaac is shaking me out of it. "Winter? You with me?" I nod. "We should go." We run for it. We make it to the Executive Flight deck... but there's no shuttle. I slump to the floor, defeated.

"It's not here. I'm gonna die on this godsforsaken hunk of space junk because for once in my life, I listened to my mother. Well, it sounded like her." I stand up. I think I know the truth, at least about Isaac. He's not real either, most likely. I'm not only going to die, but I'm going to go mad first. And, if by some miracle I do survive, first thing I'm going to do is punch my captain in the balls. I tell Isaac this. For a potential hallucination, he's got a laugh I can listen to forever.

"Hey. Isaac? I know we just met, and there's a chance you're not real, but... can I give you a hug? Don't know about you, but I could use one." He sighs.

"Sure. C'mere." We embrace as a klaxion starts blaring. Ship's gonna blow. Don't care. I knew I was dead when I stepped aboard. I rest my head on his shoulder, and wait for the big kaboom. The last thing I'll ever experience, I guess. Beats dealing with the undead stabby things, or worse. At least Isaac was okay. And, for a hallucination a very good hugger.

[all-noodles-doodles]

WIP for @izzyfromdeadspace because I love you so fuckin’ much and I love drawing Izzy, she’s so fun to draw <333

[nineteen-rats]

some more tey halt & crowley because im defective

[esomaniac]

since i barely post abt her..

[lunahmoko]

Name: Maximilian Strauss.

Age: 26.

Necromorph type: Slasher-Feeder Necromorph.

Colour theme: Green.

Family: Allison Riley (older half-sister).

Occupation: Scavenger.

Age before corruption: 16.

[poptartportfolio]

The Concord Heavy Duty Engineering Suit!

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Designed for blast mining, handling explosive materials, high temperature and 0G areas.

Built to withstand strong impacts, this suit is a favorite among those working in high octane environments, or with heavy machinery.

Safety first!

[lightylikesptr]

he is a danger to himself

[tapeworrmart]

🦂Commission Slots Open: NOVEMBER!🦂

As you know, art is my only job rn and in order to support myself I figured I need to be fulfilling at least 4 or 5 comms a month.

Was aiming to take a bit of a break this mo th but funds are very low. I still have lots of prints available instead as well!

Currently 2 commission slots available rn!

Details in my carrd as usual. DM me if interested :)

Also prints and stickers available on my etsy (you can DM me directly for them so not to go through etsy) and my inprnt which will help with daily costs etc. Also able to take print requests to make prints for a design you want that isn't already in my et/sy shop, for a bit extra. See pinned post for more detail about prints.

Thanks sm 💖

[katels]

stuck in that room alone together

[whyyjakee]

Comm wip for @jacoblackadaisy 👀