#dst oc: wilde

[v0mitbeetle]

AFTER 5 MONTHS I HAVE FINISHED THIS Ive been making DST ocs since 2015, so Ive redrawn/updated them all! They are all in order of time they were made, with the first 5 being made in 2015! In Order: -Weldon, Weslyn, Wheatley (and Atlas), Waverly, Wiatt -Welch, Waylon, Wheezy, Winchester, Wisteria -Werner (and Bobo), Wilcox, Wilde, and Wendalyn They are all very special to me and would LOVE talking about them, so ask any questions you want in my ask!

[lattedusks-mochadawns]

Part 2 of Grade 10 Science/STEM book doodles because it’s been filled up now.

[wwwerra]

more whiteboard doodles, this time with mu other dst ocs wasper and wevil!

[maskeddiany]

a few days ago i turned on my dumb mode on accident and now i can't turn it off

[camping-with-monsters]

ON GOD??? YO???? WHO IS SHE ??? WTF GUYS ARE YOU SEEING THIS???????

just kidding this is my drawing lol absolutely not sorry in the slightest whatsoever

Really been wanting to mimic the DST artstyle with one of my oldest ocs !! I had to have created her first when I was like, what, 9?? 10?? Somewhere around that time period. Hell, I first created her before Reign of Giants!!

Her concept has changed drastically over so many years, evolving into a “Little Red Robin Hood”-esq thing. She’s supposed to be a “storybook character incarnate“, quite literally coming from a magical book  of twisted fairytales. 

Honestly, I hope that this style mimicry is convincing enough to make people think that this is legit for a quick second, haha

[geekygoo]

a second dst oc has hit the geeky goo lineup

(As a brief, Wayward used to be a pet shop handler with a passion for taking care of domesticated animals, but he was kicked out after feeding the wild pigeons outside the store. For a while, he was considered a "crazy pigeon man" of sorts (despite somewhat despising the creatures) until he became yet another victim of Maxwell's trickery, adding on to the mysterious disappearances happening around the world.)

[knivestothroats]

Red Blood, Black Heart Part 1 - Dawn of the Red

Alright I’m finally writing/posting the story for the oc I keep talking about. Oh god oh god it’s happening. 

Not really any content warnings besides a Stranger Danger situation, presence of knives

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Red’s gap year had come and gone, along with her insistence that she would totally go to college after the gap year, don’t even worry about it, mom.

The thought of going to school again after barely surviving high school… she couldn’t stomach it. The thought of getting a shitty day job was the lesser of evils. At least at the end of a bad day you got a paycheck instead of homework.

It might’ve been different if Red had something she wanted to do. A major she wanted to study, a career they wanted to pursue. A light at the end of the tunnel that she could head for.

Until the divine revelation of what she should do with her life came to her in a vision, or whatever, she got a job as a cashier at a grocery store.

Red got out late one night. The employees were supposed to park in the back of the lot. Red, being the rebel that she was, parked most of the way towards the back. A good two-thirds back, for sure. Unless it was raining, maybe.

This night, her car sat isolated, under a streetlight.

Are they called streetlights when they’re in a parking lot? Red wondered idly to herself as she unlocked her car, glancing through the windows before getting in. She pulled the door shut behind her and locked it before turning to throw her bag in the back seat. As she turned back, she saw a man sitting in the passenger seat.

Red’s heart beat so fast it made time feel slow. The man sat there, smiling pleasantly. Red’s first thought was to get out of the car. But if it turned into a chase, Red had to make it across the parking lot and into the store to get help. If she got the man out of the car, she could drive away. Red’s hand shot out to the center console, throwing back the lid and reaching inside, snaking through the CD cases and miscellaneous junk.

“I already took out the big wrench you keep in there,” the man said calmly. “I set it on the back seat so that you wouldn’t be worried about me using it against you.”

Red said nothing. She sat there, breathing heavily as her heart pounded in her chest. Her hand closed around something.

“I don’t want you to feel afraid right now,” the man said.

“Then why the fuck are you in my car?” Red spat, as venomously as possible, trying not to sound frightened.

“I thought it would be worse if I approached you while you were walking to your car. I also didn’t want to bother you while you were working, and…” the man glanced down. “Why is your hand still there?”

“For this.”

Red opened the knife and made a wild stab towards the man. The blade cut through the fabric of the seat.

The man was gone.

There was a knock against the driver’s side window. Red nearly jumped out of her seat as she spun around. The man waved from where he stood outside.

“Please don’t drive away,” he said, voice somewhat muffled through the glass.

The car keys were sitting in Reds lap. She silently apologized to every horror movie character who ever struggled to turn a car on as she switched the knife to her left hand and fumbled the keys into the ignition.

“Listen,” the man said from the passenger seat again. “I just want to talk to you.”

“Fuck!” Red screamed. “What the fuck are you? Are you a ghost?”

The man laughed. “No, I’m not a ghost. I’m just a person… who can teleport.”

He gave space for a reaction, but Red said nothing. One hand held the knife, the other rested on the gear shift. Neither moved.

“Pretty cool, right? So you keep a knife and a comically large wrench in your center console? The wrench is supposed to be a blunt force weapon, right? It doesn’t seem like it would have many other practical uses.”

“What…” Red took a steadying breath. “Just. What the fuck. Explain… all of it. You said you wanted to talk to me?”

“Yes. My name is Barnes,” the man said, holding out his hand.

“No,” was Red’s only response.

“Okay,” Barnes said, pulling his hand back. “I work for an organization called X-Caliber. We protect people from extra-dimensional threats. Teleportation is the easiest way to travel.”

Again, he left room for a response. When Red gave none, he prompted, “Any questions so far?”

“I want to say that that’s ridiculous and you’re absolutely fucking with me but I did see you disappear and reappear, so… I’ll go along with it. What the fuck are you doing in my car?”

“Well,” Barnes took a breath, folding his hands in his lap. “A few things. I knew I could talk to you alone here. I knew that you would look before you got in your car, so when I appeared you could be sure I wasn’t there before. It’s easier to prove the teleporting thing before explaining it. Secondly I wanted to see how you would react to a strange man appearing in your car at night.”

Before Red could spit out a “fuck you,” the man continued.

“But mainly I’m here to offer you a job.”

Red blinked. She watched the man for a moment, before saying, “I kind of thought you were going to say I was in extra-dimensional danger.”

The man smiled. “Ha, no. You don’t seem too caught up on the extra-dimensional part, I must say. That’s good, though; that’s what we’re looking for.”

“Why… me?” Red asked.

The man pulled a tablet seemingly out of nowhere. He tapped the screen a few times and pushed up his glasses as he read, scrolling through the text.

“Let’s see, background in martial arts. You didn’t pursue it for very long, but it does help to have the base. You certainly have the fighting spirit, as you did just try to stab me.”

Red didn’t apologize. Barnes continued reading.

“There’s some mumbo jumbo here about behavior. You’re not in college and you have, let’s say, a job that isn’t a career. Not a lot of personal ties…”

“What the fuck is this?” Red snapped. “This is… you – you’re fucking stalking me? No personal ties – you definitely sound like you’re about to murder me. Not even regular murder; something they’re going to make a documentary about in a few years.”

“Sorry,” Barnes said, lowering the tablet. “Those points are only relevant because… well, this job is a lifestyle choice. We wouldn’t be trying to recruit, say, a parent with a salary job. I’ll skip down to the big one. You’re a traveler, you just haven’t unlocked that part of you.”

“What does that mean?” Red asked.

“A traveler is someone who can jump between points on a DST, or dimension space timeline. It’s rare for someone from your world.”

Red said nothing. Just stared at the strange man in her car.

“Not one for words, huh?” Barnes remarked. “This is usually pretty mind-blowing stuff.”

“Well I’m waiting for you to elaborate but you’re being very cagey. Are you trying to tell me that I can teleport? Like you did? And, what time travel?” Red asked.

“I’m saying that you have the latent ability to teleport, but you just don’t know how to do it. Not exactly time travel, but… maybe a little time manipulation. We, at X-Caliber, can teach you. Among other things.”

“Among other things? Bro, get to the point.”

Barnes chuckled. “How to fight, how to protect people. That’s what we want you for. We think you’d make a good protection agent. Basically, we identify a potential threat, and you go in ahead of time and keep the would-be victim safe.”

Red nodded slowly, mulling this over. “And I can teleport.”

“And you would be able to teleport, yes.”

“And I’d be, like… fighting interdimensional monsters?”

Barnes made a noncommittal noise. “Sometimes they’re monsters. Sometimes they’re people with ill intent. If it helps, you can think of those people as monsters too.”

“What’s the catch?”

Barnes smiled slowly. “None of this seems like a catch to you?”

Red just shrugged.

“It can be dangerous. It’s difficult to juggle your personal life with the job. I want you to think about it, and then we can talk again in a bit. I know you’ve had a long day of work already,” Barnes said. He pulled a business card from his pocket and held it out to Red, who took it hesitantly. “I won’t sneak up on you next time, I promise.”

Red examined the card. She looked up to speak, but the man was gone. 

[Next]

[duckiesdoodlesdelight]

which oc do you think has the wildest energy?? who has the calmest??

of my cookie run ocs the wildest is probably birthday cake while the calmest is frog ! 

of general/human ocs there’s percisi (umg/nou) who is... pretty wild i guess ahahah then the “calmest” would be mr moon (lgttb), i guess, in a sense

of my 5 dst ocs the wildest is probly professor wap and the calmest is widna !

some of my ocs r complete little gremlins its kind of wack 

[super-lemon-sama]

Update on the muse murder ask

((This))

I cant find the file that I made where I kill @drwickerbottom , and I’m really upset about it

it’s been a LONG time since I started it and after so many interruptions (a large number of which were of my own creation...)

im scared that i might have accidentally deleted it whilst cleaning my computer

so what I’m going to do is post the “script” for it and hopefully find it in the mean time; it’s crude, but I hope you all like it.

Marie: Thank you for the gab, Nan; it’s been a gas.

Dr. : Of course my dear, the evening has been very pleasant.

Marie: Hasn’t it? I knew this spot was pretty but it’s been a while since I’ve really gotten a load of it. It was just a big field the last time I was here, like this.

Dr. : *looks around*

May I ask how long it’s been since you’ve ventured out here?

Marie: …..

Dr.: Marie?

Marie: A very long time.

Dr. : Dear I don’t mean to pry, but what could possibly keep you from roaming freely?

Marie: It’s bad business to stray from “THEIR” side for too long; especially for something as casual as this.

I’m only in control under them. Without them I’m powerless, DEFENSELESS.

Dr. : My dear, you’re far from powerless! You’re a very strong young lady. I can tell you from personal experience that the magic isn’t what make the woman; it’s the woman who makes the magic.

Marie: … thank you nan. *smiling*

Dr. : Dear, nothing will harm you, I promise.

Marie: *eyes go wide and she stops smiling*

P-pardon?

Dr. : Nothing will harm you

*marie has a flashback of her “grandfather” saying the same thing* 

I promise

Marie: NO

Dr. : Dear????

Marie: NO YOU’RE LYING!!! YOU’RE LYING JUST LIKE THE REST OF THEM!!!

*lifts Dr. into the air by the throat with her shadow magic *

Dr. : *choking* Ma-marie, what are you-

Marie: DO YOU THINK I’M SOME DUMB DORA?! I WONT LET YOU DO THIS TO ME!

TRYING TO DECEIVE ME JUST SO YOU CAN BETRAY ME! ALL HUMANS ARE THE SAME! YOU’RE ALL LIARS!

*stabs Dr. through the abdomen with her shadow magic*

*drops Dr.*

*is first seething in anger but her brows and eyes melt into something more sad as they swell with still anger tears*

Marie: But some of you are better at it than others