#fantasy/sci-fi ocs

[daughter-of-melpomene]

oc masterlist — fantasy/sci-fi media

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞.

name: felix wilkinson. fic: back in time. species: human. pronouns: he/him. ship: marty mcfly. faceclaim: charlie heaton.

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐲’𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬.

name: greta dwarf. fic: anti-hero. species: human. pronouns: she/her. ship: evie grimhilde. faceclaim: sophie thatcher.

name: sebastian white. fic: the fools who dream. species: human. pronouns: he/him. ship: uma atlantica + harry hook + gil legume. faceclaim: timothée chalamet.

𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

name: samantha ross. fic: ain’t afraid. species: human. pronouns: she/her. ship: ray stantz. faceclaim: lesley-ann brandt.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬.

name: anastasia upland. fic: there will be blood. species: human. pronouns: she/her. ship: katniss everdeen + peeta mellark. faceclaim: katherine mcnamara.

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞/𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞.

name: ilya dramir. fic: r.i.p. to my youth. species: otkazat’sya. pronouns: he/him. ship: kaz brekker. faceclaim: austin butler.

name: catta rostova. fic: war of hearts. species: otkazat’sya. pronouns: she/her. ship: genya safin. faceclaim: isabela merced.

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐤.

name: genesis welton. fic: all the stars. species: human. pronouns: she/they. ship: jim kirk + spock. faceclaim: bryce dallas howard.

name: layla dupreti. fic: peace. species: human. pronouns: she/her. ship: hikaru sulu. faceclaim: amita suman.

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐬.

name: zara dolomar. fic: flares. species: human (zairenian). pronouns: she/her. ship: din djarin. faceclaim: may calamawy.

name: cassiopeia jinn. fic: rebel heart. species: human (uroonian). pronouns: she/her. ship: luke skywalker. faceclaim: naomi scott.

name: lianna singh. fic: a thousand years. species: human (delmarine). pronouns: she/her. ship: obi-wan kenobi. faceclaim: aiysha hart.

𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞.

name: morrigan ravenroth. fic: the great war. species: witch. pronouns: she/her. ship: bilbo baggins + thorin oakenshield. faceclaim: emilia clarke.

𝐰𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝.

name: rosaline craven. fic: delicate. species: witch. pronouns: she/her. ship: ginny weasley. faceclaim: camila mendes.

name: catherine “cat” holmes. fic: moonage daydream. species: witch. pronouns: she/her (she/they later in life). ship: sirius black. faceclaim: natalia dyer.

[zephyrbug]

Merikh, student of Astreios and academic of The Bridge 🪶⚜️🔥

Got to play in my first pathfinder2e game with some friends and made this! My strix oracle of ash!! I wanted to go for an uncanny harpy monster vibe (inspired a bit by avatars Wan Shi Tong and dragon dogmas 2 sphinx) and landed on this bearded vulture design! I love my unsettling big bird 🫶

[jellisdraws]

Support Women in STEM 💉

Nev, for @headspace-hotel

[bedrockfactory]

Still messing around with this model, I'm happy how the armor went out. And also here's this character I drew based on this

Fyi, my idea was a melanistic Tharr with a furnace inside their chest.

[tilkidud]

Big Stretch

[strayrockette]

The Dragon & The Griffon

Where The Path Leads-A Taste

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a/n: I didn't think I would be coming back with a story and to be completely honest, I fully believed my creative drive had been zapped. However, @mysticalpandora gave me a challenge and it somehow led me here???? I'm gonna roll with it. My list of unfinished drafts is growing, but I am determined to finish at least 1 WIP.

If anyone is interested in where this ride goes, DM me and ask to be tagged. Like & Reblog if you enjoyed the read! And comment your thoughts if you have any. I enjoy reading them!!

Her purple eyes glitter with quiet contemplation. She is calm, composed, absolutely beautiful, he thinks to himself. His calculative and appraising eyes take stock of this daring girl no woman that stands before him, and deep within him is a hunger for a hunt.

The Na-Baron had yet to come across someone who could stand so still within his presence.

This excites him. This may be a season of true satiation. A thrill of a hunt that lasted far beyond his arena kills. Far beyond the meager missions, his uncle sends him on to create distance from his people’s adoration and praise. A reminder that he is yet to be The Baron.

His uncle was not immune to his potential. He held a guarded edge around him when he was near. If it was true fear, or anticipation for his succession was unclear. One could say both.

“If you should use my gifts to aid in your fight, I will have my answer.” She stares directly into his eyes. Her jaw is relaxed and she pulls her lips into a teasing smile, “Worry not, Na-Baron, I can take no for an answer.”

He bares his black teeth in a mock smile, his answer comes in a raspy deep lull, “The answer has already been decided for us, little dragon”

He looks at the two deep ebony daggers that sit neatly in the box she had placed on the high table in the corner of the room, its sharpened blades glowing in the dim light of his changing rooms near the arena. The excited screams of his people chanting his name break the silence.

The tip of the dagger's, curve near its end. All along the blade is an engraving of silhouettes, tiny dragons flapping their wings. He realizes the engravings are shining silver.

He knows no one in the boxed seatings would be able to tell what the engravings were but he almost purrs outwardly in delight. A silent claim from his little dragon. He wonders if she realizes just what game she’s playing.

“Yes, however..” She pauses, her eyes drop to her clasped hands, her fingertips tapping against each other, a sign of nervousness, he notes. As if hearing his observation she stops and rearranges her hands so they are clasped behind her. “While this arrangement was decided before we were born, I want it to be known that I am not unwilling to be your wife or have you as my husband”

She pauses once more. He can practically hear her thinking with the way her eyes furrow and her lips pursed in consideration of the words she says. Because words have meaning and none of it should be spent on idle chit-chat or false pretenses.

A rare oddity that most others fail to recognize. He wonders if her words are hiding who she is. If beneath her elegant and calm demeanor lies something weaker. Something inside him wants to see her unravel.

“If we are to go into this arrangement, I would like for us to go into it as equal partners. Your fight becomes my fight, and mine becomes yours.” She moves to the side to dip her fingers into the bowl of black oil. The servant who holds it cowers away, as if afraid to be associated with her candor.

She’s gathered too much, it drips onto the floor as she nears him slowly. Her eyes are entranced with his, determination clear within her purple irises. One step. There is no hesitation as she smears her hand over her mouth and down her neck. Two steps. The oil leaves a trace of four fingerprints along the path. Three steps. She reaches out to his chest. Her fingers hovered over his skin. He can feel the heat radiating from a single hand. His blue eyes hunger for more but he remains still. His mocking smile turns into amusement. My little dragon is brave, he thinks with pride.

She pouts as a thought crosses her mind, “No one would see it.” She doesn’t realize she has said this aloud. He watches with rapid anticipation, his body grows taut as he wills himself not to move. He waits and waits and watches as she comes to a decision, her cheeks red and eyes mischievous. She gathers courage and motivation with quick movements, and her hands are suddenly on him. Trailing the top of his chest, then to his neck, finally, they nestle comfortably on either side of his face. She tugs gently, urging him to bend to her level and he allows it, purely for the entertainment.

His face is level with hers, his eyes are on her face, studying the curve of her nose, the red in her cheeks, the plumpness of her lips, and the giddy look in her violet eyes. He wants her to make eye contact. He wants her to see the monster inside him and fear for her life. He wants to see her calm demeanor slip. For her teasing tone to melt into cries of terror. It's all he knows. And he admires hates how she has yet to cower before him. But she is too busy studying the right of his cheek where her lips will claim him for all to see. She leans and presses a kiss to his aching skin.

He tightens his mouth and remains still, it would do no good to ravage her before their nuptials.

She pulls away and continues her statement, “Even if it has been decided, the fact remains that I choose you to be faithful to, to be by my side. For better or for worse, in sickness and in health. In life and in death, my soul will always seek you amongst the billions of stars and galaxies that separate us.”

He wants to snarl and bite. A part of him cannot comprehend what she is saying and he is angry. He glares, his large hands coming up to wrap around her wrists and he pulls them away from him. His skin is left wanting and his heart is enraged. It’s beating so fast and erratically and his thoughts cannot settle between slitting her throat and slamming her into a wall to be consumed by him.

“What silly nonsense you speak, little dragon. Whether I pick up the blades or not and use them in the arena, is no answer. Whether by choice or by force, you have been sold to my family for me to use as I please. You are my pet. My little dragon. Nothing more, nothing less.” As he speaks his voice gravels with rage. He knows nothing else other than the white hot boiling blood beneath his skin. Whether in pleasure or pain, there is no difference. “You are naive”

He finishes his growl with a sneer. She stumbles and her maids rush to catch her from behind. I pushed him too far, she concludes. She holds in a sigh and holds her head higher. Her chin juts out and her eyes gleam. A thought crosses her mind and a fire burns within, “If I’m so naive, then my dearest husband-to-be, it is YOUR duty to protect me.”

She cares not for his comment about being sold to House Harkonnen. In the grand plan of all things, it is the least of her worries.

He’s turned away from her and the servants, who hid quietly in the corner, rush to put his armor on. He merely grunts and clicks his tongue, “Be gone little dragon, before you find a knife in your throat”

She wants to scoff but thinks better of it. She’s gotten away with too much in the short time she burst into his changing room to accost him with her offer. She steels herself and with a quick glance at his muscled back. She wonders if she’d ever be able to get through that thick bald skull of his.

She turns and leaves, and her two maids follow dutifully. Her lips glitter with the black oil. Her four fingerprints running down to her chest is a statement in itself. The matching handprint and kiss on his skin are enough to get her message to all with eyes.

She’s sunk her claws into him and no one would tear her from him. She’s seen too much. Knows too much. Suffered too much to give up now.

No Bene gesserite, no Emperor, no Baron, and no Atreides would rip them apart. She would die faithfully, clinging onto hope, clinging onto a path with the most resistance to prove a point.

A dragon does not kneel…

it conquers.

Edited: 8/18/24

[cheesy-cryptid]

“This better not make us late to prom!” 💥💥💥

Dont you just hate it when your reckless conspiracy theorist/occult geek bf is about to fight off a century old curse in your small town so you have to save him from getting mauled by monstrous flora without missing prom?

[whereserpentswalk]

You're a parasite possessing a human’s body. The hunan in question was doomed the momment they touched you. Of course, you didn't know it at the time, your species is only as intelligent as what it latches on to, and you happened to latch on to one of about a dozen truly sapient species in the known universe. You killed them, but you were no smarter than a bug when you killed them.

You exist in this weird space between humanity and inhumanity. Your body is human, your voice a human’s voice, your face a human’s face, but none of that is yourse, you're a creature that crawled in through that body’s mouth and replaced the brain. They were just someone searching around an alien forest, you barely know who they were, and now you're basically puppeting their corpse.

There are also ways you're not human. Most people who meet you assume genetic modification, cybernetic implants, or just some sort of mental illness makes you act the way you do. You useally don't admit what it actually is. Your mannerisms are off, even though you feel human emotions your voice and face rarely reflect them well. When you infected the body, your very nature changed it, you neutered it and made it soft and sexless, you made it take in the minimum amount of food making it skinny and frail. You feel more like a monster than you would if you looked more inhuman, like you're puppeting a corpse.

Still you have freinds, a steady job, a human life on a planet far away from the one you originated from. Despite everything people like you, there are humans who care about you despite you not even being one. You never told them of course, you just said it was faulty cybernetics. But you can live life, read books, enjoy the view of the rain from your apartment, listen to music faintly playing on a street corner. And it all feels stolen, like you can only enjoy all of this because you're stealing someone else's chance at it. The thought rarely crosses your mind but it does so frequently enough, perhaps once every few months, to truly upset you with what you are, to make you feel like everyone who loves you only loves you because they think you're something you're not. You remember that you're an invasive species, that you have no mother or father, that your very existence isn't meant to be.

There was a time when you met someone on the street who knew the body you once inhabited. She recognized it, ran up to you wanting to talk to you, saying she thought you were dead. When you came clean to her you expected to be horrified, to want to hurt you. She didn't. She said she understood, and that she's happy the person your inhabiting still exists in some regard. A lot of people die in the forest, how blessed your body was to birth something new.

[zhjake]

Fleshwapr pathfinder character comm for @citrusmewtwist thank you!

[skettibun]

SUBJECT "008" : ROGUE 0970

Subject "008" is one of the many captured sentient robotic humanoids deemed too dangerous to be left independent in the eyes of the Citadel. The Citadel has funded the organization The ROGUE Project. This organization is tasked with the dangerous task of searching and capturing rogue robots and keeping them within a highly secure and extremely adaptive facility designed for diverse ranges of dangerous weaponized machines, both within the safety of the city's walls and the radioactive rubble outside.

Whether one of the DAI systems carrying dangerous potential and risk is inside or outside of our beloved city, they will be contained for the safety of the people.

[These are summarized snippets of information that can be provided about subject 008. More details cannot be shared.]

If you or a loved one has encountered a robotic being without the official certification symbol and design approved of by the Citadel, please contact The ROGUE Project Organization immediately. All cell phones will have the emergency contact easily-accessible through the push of a single button. Please, if encountering a rogue machine, follow standard safety procedure.

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IM SO SORRY I CAVED BADJSJJD I HAD TO DO IT I LOVE LORE!!!!!1!!!! It probably doesn't make TOO much sense but this all came to me in a dream so it's kinda confusing when it's not all laid out haha

plus I'm a bad writer!!! Whoopsies

[aamiragehenna]

A real woman of action, Rotfield

[zephyrbug]

My final attack of Art Fight 2024 is a revenge piece for @leidensygdom of the Onirist!! It was so much fun getting to re-visit this design again 👁️❌ 🧡

Every year I gotta do one Evil science blorbo with puppet motifs

[mleelunsford]

Decided to do some rando Shadowrun style character designs by using this generator by @bigmsaxon

But instead of using my name I used random "Blade Runner" names from this generator here.

[slimynematode]

symbiotic relationship between a crash landed alien vessel holding supposedly water and a hearty knight turned melancholy as a result of the ecstacy pumped straight into its blood

[bedrockfactory]

Hi im back

[tilkidud]

When you have to question your life choices