#elemental ocs

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Elemental OCs! The fire girl is Cinder and the water one don't has a name yet!

[vividly-aflame]

Hmnhnhmn is my oc 月默花 (Yue Mo Hua) 🎉🎉🎉

Some info about her:

- She’s the second least talkative person in her friend group but she actually likes socialising

- She’s half Chinese half Indian and because her dad’s Chinese she got her dad’s first name

- she’s fluent in chinese and english, she’s not so fluent in malay and tamil but can understand them

- For context she’s from a universe where a tiny percent of people has superpowers and all of the superpowers are elements related (I was trying to make a mix between Boboiboy universe and ejen ali universe)

- majority of people got their powers artificially (via accessories and stuff) and a rare amount of people got their powers naturally from birth. She got hers artificially

- She has shadow powers (don’t ask how shadows are element related. There’s actually a simple answer for that but it’s a spoiler)

- She’s a middle child and only daughter of the family. She’s 15, her older brother is 16 and her younger brother is 5

- She and her brother are from a Chinese school until they move to a smk when she’s f3 so she’s the new kid

- She’s also a pengawas pusat sumber (school librarian or library prefects whatever you call them) just because I want her to wear a purple school uniform jshdjdjd

- The little flowers on her shirt are embroidered by her friend :D

[lilyrealm]

just gonna ramble about my elemental ocs in dol (i love sticking them in whatever media im interested in).

aiden and candidus would def be orphans under bailey. aidens extremely protective and would be the one earning all the money for both of them via prostitution or thievery. candidus would be utterly unaware. 0 Awareness girl. bailey would love aiden for earning twice the amount they ask from a normal orphan. do they care that he keeps insisting that hes paying for a twin sister he doesnt have? no. bailey doesnt gaf. give me that $4000. also aiden would love to climb the school status pole and constantly be at odds with whitney.

aqua and luna would be rich kids who live in a danube mansion. they both know how fucked up this town is and aqua voluntarily prostitutes herself to the rich people that visit the mansion. avery's pet. lunas like her mickey and keeps tabs on the people around her to keep her safe.

terra would be some orphan who got lost in the forest as a kid and ended up growing up with the wolves, while pearl wouldve been picked up by the great hawk. or maybe the original hawk died and pearl is the new great hawk oooo okay thats a bit random but ill Store it for later.

relevant tfs: aiden would be a demon while candidus is an angel, aqua would be (my hope for a future aquatic tf) but for now she can be a cat. luna would be a fox maybe. or not have a tf. terra would be a wolf (though itd be fitting if she could mix multiple...) and pearl would be a harpy of course.

[wanderingibon]

THE ROOK

[squilko]

my mlp EVIL mane 6 counterparts....

[heavily referenced from official art, but im sure you can tell >u<]

[radioinactivity]

More Dad Stan AU. Riding the "I want to draw" high for as long as I can. Some notes:

Stan has lived mostly alone for 24 years and as such in the beginning is not used to having an excitable child underfoot that he could potentially step on. Also Stan strikes me as the kind of man who has holes in all his socks.

Wendy's been babysitting the kids since she was like 12 by virtue of wanting to get out of her house and needing money. Dipper sees her more like a big sister than someone to crush on.

Dipper only has one friend his own age and it is, weirdly, Pacifica Northwest. They bond over how mean the other is and are just kind of snarky shitkids together. She likes hanging out with a family that actually seems to like each other, even if she'd never say it.

I'm just trying to refine how I draw these kids so they're not so googly eyed anime kids but not like 100% accurate to the show either. I like how this looks tbh!

There's more stuff but I'll get to that eventually

[leidensygdom]

New blorbo time! Say hello to Krusa, they're an air / earth genasi warlock, with an icy theme~ I really wanted a needlessly opalescent character and they were the perfect subject for it. They also happen to be related to Relent, because that family tree is neverending

[kaereth]

Saara sketchies!! I was seeing how well I'd like designing a kinda in-between form for her from her beast and human forms. Still think I maybe prefer her beast from but this was fun food for thought

[valentine-cafe]

Hello!! Rasui-obsessed anon here! First time requesting and I’m a bit new here so sorry if I get it wrong!

( smut ) for ftm reader please? You just wanted to spend some time with the ever so busy Rasui in his office, being clingy and wanting to get intimate without disturbing his work, you suggest cockwarming!! But then it totally backfires cause now you’re all needy and whiny after a while and trying so hard not to beg him to fuck you because you don’t want to bother him anymore than you already have!!

love you guys lots! can i also be 🦐 anon hehe

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you're always such a needy thing. you couldn't help but cockwarm your beloved boyfriends while he's busy. . . and now here you are, wishing you could bounce on his cock instead 

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The scratch of a pen. It scribbles away so skillfully over paper. Yet the itch within you is left to swelter. So close - and yet so far.

Deep mahogany seems most interesting to you in the moment. Or at least, that is what you wish to delude yourself with. Your focus hones on the scatter of documents full of text you can barely decipher. Not that you would be able to even if you understood. Not with the warm, thick cock that fills you to the brim. A perfect stretch to your rim that you fight to hell-and-back not to clench up around your hard-working boyfriend.

How dutiful is he. Only one hand to write away at his work that you so desperately wish he would discard. Why can’t it be you on the table with his hands all over you?

Instead you will have to settle for the touch of ember upon your thigh with a calloused thumb lazily tracing circles. Mindlessly, you assume. For Rasui has yet to let out so much as a peep.

While you are here. Suffering. Needing.

All it would take is a small dip of your hips. A rock back into his lap to send fireworks through your twist of a tummy. Perhaps a tender word uttered to his ear where brunette locks lap along his lobes neatly. The slightest of pleads and you knew - work would become an afterthought.

Alas, anxiety is a fickle thing. The mere possibility of him looking at you with those flames of his eyes dampened with disappointment. The warmth of his voice drained into a dull scold: “I told you I am busy.”

It almost loops your tummy more than the intense pleasure that throbs along your gummy walls. They remember his rough thrusts, and they flutter. As though crying out for him to wreck them as he usually does. Simple grinds. Slothful humps. Whatever he wants.

Anything, but the stillness of a lake. One that you drown in. Agonisingly.

That irritable lump that continues to form inside of your throat refuses to go away. Regardless of how much you attempt to swallow it. A sigh escapes the man from behind your back. Heavy and tired. As are the few last scribbles on the current document that plagues his mind so clearly.

All before he moves on to the next. Endless. Piece of document paper, that has laid in the piles of documents.

What else can you do but cry out internally? The flames within your soul feel as though they will rage through your entire form soon enough and rip you to shreds from the need. Yet he knows none of what you feel —

In the reality of it all, he is very aware. It is all a game. Why should he tell you? Oh the cruel man of magma and fire reaching high up to the skies that he is. He recognises the loopy look.

It is sweet. That you think you remain unseen and unnoticed. Without the slightest of realisation you clench around him mindlessly. The way your eyes squint. Pearly whites biting down upon the plush skin of a bottom lip.

“Careful, darling, you’ll break skin.” He murmurs, eyes remaining where they have all this time. The sheet of paper, gathering the slightest of burn marks from the heat emitting from him.

With teeth halting immediately, and a breath hitched quietly. Your eyes move to focus somewhere else in the room — Perhaps a smell could distract you? Cinnamon? No. . . No that is just Rasui.

The window displaying the society of shades’ bustling nightlife? Most uninteresting. It gets harder and harder to not allow a whine or more out of your lungs. Head limping back against his shoulder.

“Sweet thing. You are bothered.”

Oh. Oh this bastard. The question carried such innocence. Feigned, you’d assume no less. You couldn’t do anything, it was mock. Was it not? “I am— I am okay, just tired.” The response earns the lift of a dark brown brow, and a huff. Flames puff into the air from the locks of hair at the top of his head.

“Certainly?” You yelp at the words slipped out into the atmosphere of the room, for you felt his hips shift below you. Pistoning up, as if to adjust. And then he begins to act as though nothing had happened? Pretending. Infuriating.

A part of you wishes to spin around. Hook your legs through the loops of his black office chair and ride him until creaks bounce off of the wall in an endless drone. What a sweet fantasy that is. If you promptly ignore his difference in strength in comparison to you. How easy it would be for him to simply shove your form across his table and fuck you senseless. Surely the chair creaking would be replaced the legs of the desk skidding rhythmically across the floor in no time.

Your mini mirages send another shudder through your body. Your walls flutter around his dick with one of your innermost crevices nursing along that one vein that makes Rasui restrain a groan of his own.

He couldn’t give you what you want just yet, now could he? Not when the payoff of your pitiful begging would be all the more sweeter. He spoils himself in the slightest with traces of his heated lips along your shoulder. A flicker of taste to the confection yet to come.

The click of a tongue breaks the silent. You catch his frustrated scribble of a signature on a document you barely have the chance to read, before he shuffles it beneath the stack of paper. Another operation he does not agree with - you assume.

The ball of irritation that has so stubbornly nestled itself within your core quickly bubbles into guilt. Here you are, whining over not having his dick pounding you sore.

Out of habit, you shift around in an attempt to quell the prickle of conflict within you. It seems you have so easily forgotten of your favourite cock that is buried so deep within you. Its pulses are swift to remind you, coupled with the spurt of pleasure that rattles through your body.

“Fuck,”

It is a cross between desperacy and bliss. What a cruel mix to lather itself over you skin and set your nerves ablaze. Your muscles move on memory and chase the spark of pleasure with stiff cradles of your hips. Sense and conscience flung out the window you so uselessly attempted to distract yourself with.

Surely, if you hadn’t snapped yourself back into presence, your moans would have poured through it shamelessly as well.

“Mm. What’s this?”

“Rasui. . . please.”

You can deny the shivers that course through your body no longer.

It truly was a pain in and of itself. Why could your nails not be scratching hard across the beautiful desk at this moment as you got fucked intensely?

Why did it have to imagination and nothing more?

“Please? Please what, habibi?” He croons. The deep timber of his voice vibrating through your right ear. With the mission to twist your tummy once more and have you clenching.

The needy begs he wants to hear from you— they are not coming. And it sets him ablaze. In the literal way as much as it is figurative. Emotions scattered and screaming, like a wildfire spreading across a meadow.

Hungry, tearing into it.

Just like the flames that surround his office, you feel the ones from him surround your body. Licking away at your skin in possessive manner. As if the flame had a life of it’s own.

You moan out quietly as he shifts his hips into an upwards angle, the throbbing tip of his cock hitting at the sensitive bundle of nerves you had been needing to feel getting fucked into.

“I need — I needyou. Rasui, I nee—ed you, need you so bad—”

And as you went on, you would come to feel the familiar rhythm, slow. Agonising, but despite it all you revered in it.

The pleasure shot bliss straight to your head. Nausea mixing with the pleasure and overwhelm. Furthering your whines as you cling onto him. A groan escapes your throat. Only to cut off into a gasp, when calloused, hot, flaming fingers find your nipple.

Thumb swiping across your top surgery scar. Whilst the heated voice in your ear whispers: “It is pitiful. How you wait, I am right here. Take.”

And there’s the skid of the table.

A familiar weight presses you down as though you are one of those documents. Rasui’s body so firmly pins yours against the smooth wood of his desk. It creates such a delightful friction to your already perked nipples that slide and scrape across the surface.

The hand that stroked along your thigh has found home on your head. With strength that could rage embers through vast forests, it forces your face to half-press against the solid surface. It is a sensation you would have no time to delight in. Not with the fierce claps of hips to your ass. Warmth of flame and force combined.

“Is this what you wanted?” You feel the fire lap from his tongue and lips. They kiss at your ear with a familiar heat that boils in the core of your tummy as thrusts wreck your body. Cinnamon floods your senses - more potent than earlier. An addictive aroma. Almost akin to the delicious feel of his cock splitting your walls open.

“Wanted to come around here. Disturb my work.”

His palm joins the assault. It smacks at your ass and grips at the soft flesh. The perfect leverage for him to angle his thrusts and knock against that one, darling spot. Flames might have consumed you whole - yet white floods your vision in waves. White. Hot pleasure that crawls up your throat and forces your mouth open. Subjecting the office to your moaning melody.

“All so this needy hole could get a good fucking, hmm?”

“Y-Ye - yes yes - yeesss ah! ‘m sorry-”

The table legs screech against the floor at the rise in tempo. Your nails sing in tandem from the scratches they etch into the wood. Just as you wanted them to.

Much like the bright burning stars that litter the night sky, embers scatter off of your joined bodies. Flaming hands keep you down against the wooden surface. Whilst the only thing that burns you are his nails, that dig into the skin of your waist.

A small moaned out scream mixed with pleasure and pain runs around the room. Like a wild animal on the lose. It makes you lightheaded.

The feral feel that swells within your stomach. Your sensitive hole begging for more, whereas your body only seems to collapse more against the desk each time.

“o- o-h! — o — ngh-m hn— R-Ra-sss-zuii!” You moan out loud. Yet what meets you instead is a hand squeezing tight at your thigh and leaving a few burn marks. Whilst sharp teeth find purchase in your shoulder.

“Not that. Say it right.”

The command is shot at your heart, and oh the weakness that spins around with it. In a dance of fresh air and lava pools trying to catch the wind.

Thinning your lips on instinct as the pleasure grows. It takes another hard thrust into the right spot for you to spill out messy calls for him. “D—Director— Di— Director Rasui— ngh — Pl-Pleas-ah!”

“Good boy— thas’ it, good boy.” grunts against your ear, as the pace whips itself out of rhythm. Even if he tried to keep it going, your desperate pleas sent him straight back home to the elemental realm. The sweetest song he has ever heard.

How can he deny you the pleasure of being full of his hot seed when you sing for him so delightfully?

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Part of the Universe ☄️

Deigh`Shìorraidh - OC from my dark world Sangrratom. He vestments himself in ice and crystals, because no mortal body can bear a particle of living chthonic universe.

Deigh`Shìorraidh once felt compassion for this world and decided to help it, but he made a mistake and changed it forever. In addition, his very presence in this dimension gave birth to winters, one touch - created frost. He eager to correct what he has done, but feels that his greater intervention will lead to irreversible consequences. That is why only a small part of this unknowable essence is manifested here.

[shazzbaa]

Your star has never guided you wrong.

I'm so emotionally compromised by child, you guys... I wasn't even expecting to be able to still see and pick out which one is my kid on the cavern roof, MUCH LESS how bright and special it is.... The fact that Sam can, in a weird way, spend time with his child at zee, looking up to the false-stars to guide him, rEALLY DID ME IN.......

Anyway more liveblogging and feelings under the cut,

[No hints or info about other post-ambition tie-ins in tags/replies/etc please! I like stumbling upon things myself]

so like immediately after finishing the ambition we were obviously all emotionally compromised, but also, we were already thinking about this --

WE DIDNT KNOW. SO LIKE TWO WEEKS LATER,

IM NEVER GOING TO BE OVER THIS

And then I had to deal with these feelings by drawing this picture. ANYWAY THANKS FALLEN LONDON FOR MAKING THIS THE PERFECT AMBITION FOR SAMUEL IN EVERY WAY.

[taddymason]

Elemental Masters

We are the warriors, who learned to love the pain We come from different places but have the same name 'Cause we were, 'cause we were born for this We were born for this

I finally have them all

Thank you everyone who has been liking and sharing my art! It was so fun to get out of my comfort zone and draw poses and characters designs that I never draw with this series!

[lilyrealm]

i just. suddenly remembered. some of my old ocs. this group of ocs i called elementals cuz i made them when i was 13 based off the different elements. and i would just stick them in every media franchise i got into because i was unoriginal. i kinda forgot about them since i got into yume'ing but i just suddenly remembered and was like what if they were in DOL

so i guess im just gonna ramble. for myself

the elements i use are air/earth, fire/light, and water/darkness. i dont wanna hear it i made them when i was 13 okay. so theyre each a pair of siblings. this is because i really liked mahoushoujo winx club shit back then so i was like yes lets make a full magical girl sister squad. then i became Woke and was like oh diversity so i stopped having them all be sisters so they could be different races. and gender'd them up. idk. 13yo me never heard of found family i guess (this may be a consequence of growing up lonely but no one really knows!)

anyway lets just go through each pair

AIR/EARTH

actually these two are not related by blood. the original idea was that Air is the oldest of the group of 6 and Earth is the youngest, and Air takes care of Earth after finding her out on the streets or whatever. except she is supposed to be kind of dumb and literally airheaded, or just... loses control easily (think tornados) so shes not very good at taking care of a kid... but she cares! not gonna lie... ive actually forgotten what i named her... Pearl. i dont know why i chose that. i still dont think its great but whatever. anyway, in DOL she'd probably be a harpy tf... though how does she get it at all... ideally i thought she'd actually be a harpy/a hawk but i dont want to overwrite the existing great hawk... ohh lol what if shes an offspring since GH has pregnancy content. btw we're gonna ignore the existence of a PC for now. but shit i also wanted her to be old. GH's MOM??? we'll come back to this.

and then Earth... Terra (very unoriginal ik) would probably be... i want to say raised by the wolves but i wanted to give Fire a wolf tf... what about fox tf...? idk i havent really decided i just want her to be wild and probably live in the forest. maybe actually part wolf?

WATER/DARKNESS

Aqua is cat tf. although, now that i think about it, something something cow tf something milk something liquid. but cat kinda stereotypically fits her. shes kind of a party girl who knows shes pretty and uses it to get her places. she has some issues, yeah. also genderfluid(haha) and very open to crossdressing and all that. shes def working at the brothel as a dancer.

her twin Luna isnt as flashy and prefers to stay in the shadows. and also, i did say the ocs started as mahoushoujo, so usually Luna has prophetic powers. not sure how much magic i wanna give them here but i like to think they play cards with Wren and it gives them an edge. also agender

ALSO Aqua is obsessed with the Ivory Wraith 💯

FIRE/LIGHT

okay so... i made these ocs in 2013, and yk... frozen came out then... so the original concept was, uh. Aiden accidentally set their house on fire and his twin Candidus did a "watch out!" move a la Elsa and hit him with a beam of light, blinding him. and then Candidus died 👍 but she becomes a ghost and "haunts" Aiden

soooo hm. maybe that orphans them? and im torn between having Candidus being a hallucination only Aiden can see or an "angel" everyone can see but shes like, not tangible.

anyway Aiden is a hotheaded mf who is ready to fight anything and everyone. doggg tf. maybe with demon...? unsure. would be a hilarious contrast with Candidus tho. like Aqua he knows hes hot(haha) but isnt as happy about getting attention for it. he'll act like its all according to keikaku but inside he wishes he could beat you up. half the time he does. if Aqua reacts by acting submissive (and coy) Aiden would start punching. hed call Aqua a whore while theyre both getting ready for a show or something. if he even worked there...

uhhhhhh. yeap. i should probably actually play dol again and see what the new stuff about the church is. im not religious at all so any angel motifs on Candidus are so made up lol. and also theres pirates(???) in the ocean? idk

also theyre supposed to be dysfunctional. the (homestuck influenced) "mirror versions" of the group are ages flipped where Terra is a much more capable of handling a volatile Pearl, Aiden doesnt have to grow up so fast (and ideally Candidus is still alive lol), and Aqua and Luna... er. i dont know actually they have the least issues of the group anyway.

yaaaaaay omg i actually made this bc i wanted to think about how theyd interact with the game npcs. Aiden/Candidus are school age and Aiden for sure fights Whitney (or maybe he is part of Whitneys gang?? idk...), thinks Kylars shit, Sydney prays for him bc poor guy lost his sister etc. Aqua and Luna are out of school, Pearl is also older (30s...?) and Terra. er. for legal purposes she has to be 18 right. which sounds kind of stupid theres no way rapechestershire gives a fuck about the age of consent since they dont give a fuck about consent. but honestly it still fits because i originally made Aiden/Candidus follow my age, so by now Terra absolutely should be 18. not a big deal anw i dont think she encounters the majority of townsfo—THE PLANTPEOPLE. hm. thonking. (about making her a plantperson. idk)

also wat if they were like the LIs and could be genderswapped. hmmm! ok whatever

also this is separate from my yume self ins who actually is a PC

[elderwisp]

act i, ii, & iii