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Give me a lore dump on a random oc. I might not respond much since I'm horrible at responding but I would love to sit and listen to one of them.

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ROSE AND MONARCH! I've wanted to talk about them for a while now

Tw child neglect, sibling abuse, delusions, kidnapping, murder

Monarch was born to a pair of griffins blessed with a unique ability- plant magic, one of the rarer forms out there. However, he himself didn't possess his family's gift- instead, as he grew, he developed the power to puppet living being's bodies by pulling on their souls, like a marionette.

However, the soul has to be perfectly normal:

-It has to be of normal magical wavelength/magic level, no gods, no artificial beings

-It has to be normally shaped- so if the soul is scarred enough, either by forceful change by an outside magic user or enough psychological trauma, he won't be able to touch it. This also applies to Rift, who has exactly half a soul and therefore is immune

But for the first several years of his life, he was completely powerless- and so his parents saw him as something half-formed, a disgrace to their family.

As their marriage fell apart, by the time Monarch was six years old, a second egg had hatched. Rosewind Veil, the perfect little girl with a perfect gift.

And Monarch loved her.

Obsessively, furiously, terrifyingly, even. She was perfect, after all, and therefore worthy of his affection. But he had never been shown love- so he had no way to show it. His obsession would leave its marks on his very soul, manifesting into his eerie ability. He saw it as a gift from his sister to him, and so he began to test. And given he had no other people to test his power on, he used his sister.

And in those dark twilight days when Rose's body was not her own, when her brother was overwriting her gift with his own, she realized something. Her parents would not save her. In their eyes, Monarch could do nothing, nothing wrong, nothing right, nothing at all.

And slowly, little by little, those scars, that fear, built up. And there came a day when Rose's soul was broken enough that Monarch's magic could not touch her.

He was furious- after all, he had no way to know why the gift his sister had given him no longer worked. So he became violent, angry, demanding an answer from the twelve-year-old he himself had broken. And Rose, terrified, fled the house.

And this is where their stories diverge.

Rose was free. Finally, finally, her body was all her own. She collapsed in a daze in the first hotel she found- she could barely read the sign, did it matter?

But something seemed off. One by one, the other guests disappeared, and then reappeared a day or so later with a hollow, depressed look in their eyes. And so, she kept a watchful eye on the innkeeper one night, and saw the eerie, horrible manner with which Sozo staffed her hotel.

So that morning, Rose, fueled by the fear and violence with which she'd been raised, tried to tear the very building down around her. But she did not anticipate the wrath of the Starlit Spectre.

Sozo, Emissary of Pure Chaos, scarred Rose's body and rent her wings from her shoulders.

That was the day Rosewind Veil died.

But she escaped, somehow.

She couldn't remember how she'd found herself at the campfire. She could barely remember her name. Rose something. Her head was spinning. Spinning like a carousel. She'd been to a carousel once. Her one truly joyful memory of... who was that? She couldn't remember.

A cat-dragon and a small, shy kitten stared down at her. They had treated her wounds, they'd explained, against Peppermint- the cat-dragon's- better judgment. But Hecate- the purebred- had been scarred too, and didn't want to see anyone more die. Pepper, Rose, and Hecate spent weeks in the woods, slowly figuring out how to exist in the world that had broken them.

And eventually, they would find their way to Yasashi.

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Monarch was horrified. His dear sister had hurt him. The only one who had embraced him, had loved him. Had she loved him? She'd looked at him with such disgust... how was he to know that she would not love his gift?

He had to find her. Find her, and bring her back to him. He knew that much.

And so Monarch left his household, left his hated parents behind, determined to find his darling Rose.

And now that he, his growth stunted by his cruel upbringing, was out in the world, he began to realize something.

He was powerful.

He could make people love him.

So to pass the time, he opened a theatre. A puppet theatre. And the puppets, how marvelous, were alive! And Monarch, their puppeteer.

His life became stagnant.

No matter how far he went, how long he searched, he never found his sister. He had no way of knowing she'd taken refuge with a god. As far as he knew, she was hiding from him. And it tore him apart.

His shows, the stories he told with the stolen bodies of those less powerful than he, became bloodier, more violent.

And the audience, unaware of the murder in front of them- believing them to be animated marionettes, brought to movement and voice by some other magic- clapped all the louder.

And as his puppet collection grew and dwindled and grew again and dwindled again from his reckless bloodshed, he found a favorite. An alien- an Aesykin- named Kairos. The only one he let keep autonomy. A beautiful doll, to be sure. He helped Monarch write his plays, lent him an ear- albeit an unwilling one- to shout to when the memories became dark.

But then Monarch's attention was drawn away by one more perfect.

Ink, God of Chaos, in one of his apathetic, cynical searches for entertainment amongst the mortal, stopped by Monarch's theatre during off-hours. Monarch, someone angry at being disturbed, attempted to pull on Ink's soul and add him to his collection.

But he was met with something he had not felt since his darling Rose had left him- powerlessness.

And Monarch was enthralled.

Ink, amused at this insolent mortal's attempt to take power over him, stayed a while. Monarch never stopped trying to collect him- what a beautiful face, after all. The audience would love him.

But after a while, the air shifted. Even Kairos, from his little prison, could feel something change.

Mutual non-hatred.

Affection, even.

[spicymancer]

With Rumble After Dark being a fighting game pastiche, do you have any plans on making a Legally Required Bruce Lee clone?

Great question! Not gonna lie. "The Bruce Lee Character" is legit one of my favorite Fighting Game Tropes. I'm on a superhero kick right now apparently so I went with the Green Hornet era Bruce Lee aesthetic and mixed in some Ranma 1/2

Bonus Fictional Meta Trivia: Curiously Huang Feng has never appeared in the crossover titles, Rumble vs Ranger, nor Rumble vs Ranger 2: Double Checkmate, however ActiRanger Yellow inherits her moveset.

[ghoulgeists]

sfx: sound of clattering spoons

[vanana-r0tat3]

fun fact! every blond man is actually a beautiful bigender woman

is zombie apocalypse au sammy anything 2 u freaks

[worldruins]

Face paint :-)

ft. 2 of my ocs and 2 of @kociamieta’s

[bluu3berry]

Meet

CHURRO!!! In need of coloring! its an oc that @yet-another-reason (maisey) helped me developed and drew the first ever rendition of :DD (this is maisey's art, PLSPLSPLSPLS go support tem!!!)

Beep and boop ;3 Churro has a problem with his eyelights! they're either perminately stuck cross-eyed or rollypollying around in his socket like googly eyes!!!! He can squint to focus them, but once done squinting they'll rollypoly again :(( He is "powerless", and an outcode.. wearing a raincoat, red boots, and red bandana!!!

For some reason everyone feels a ""attraction"" to them, which makes it *very* hard to feel a negative emotion towards this child, no matter what they do..

Story? Churro isn't comfortable sharing that :)

@anon-coke @scramble-eg @superbfirnacho @the-second-reason @phishyyphish @somehhuuuhh @gl0wsitckkkk

[elliottswaterlilies]

love in all forms ❤️

[inkandarsenic]

Ok, so expanding on this post for @heartofmortis, meet my newest oc, Nymeria Targaryen

- youngest daughter of Rhaegar Targaryen and Elia Martell, born in 283 AC, like a month or so before the sack of KL

- conceived as soon as possible after Aegon, just before the maesters declared Elia unable to have more children and Rhaegar subsequently ran off with Lyanna

- named Nymeria because Elia knew Rhaegar would’ve wanted her named Visenya, but Rhaegar ran off to have a third child with the Northern girl before he could even be informed of this pregnancy, so Elia decided to name her daughter after the legendary warrior Princess of Dorne (call it rebellion if you will — this pregnancy so soon after Aegon’s nearly killed her, and he decides he needs a daughter with the Stark girl? Fine. Elia will name her daughter from her culture, not his. Let him get his Visenya elsewhere.)

- Smuggled by her wetnurse through siege tunnels out to where Rhaella and Viserys were evacuating to Dragonstone. in the chaos after Rhaella’s death, only Viserys and Daenerys are smuggled off of Dragonstone. Stannis arrives to find a terrified nursemaid and a screaming infant less than a year old.

- Raised by Stannis Baratheon, who heard how his brother laughed at the two dead children of Elia, and refused to hand over Nymeria — Stannis is many things, but he isn’t a child-murderer yet

- She’s his ward, and technically also a hostage to keep Dorne from rising up over Elia and her children’s death — Nymeria is the last link to Elia Dorne has.

- Uses Martell name when introducing herself. Tries to distance herself from her Targaryen lineage — was raised on stories of all of the bad parts of the Targaryens as her bedtime stories and history lessons, and doesn’t like them at all.

- Oberyn and Doran work it out with Stannis so that Nymeria can be visited — under supervision, and mostly Oberyn as Doran is busier ruling Dorne — on Dragonstone by her mother’s family, and when she’s a bit older, she often spends a few months each year in Dorne. (You can pry reluctant friends Oberyn and Stannis out of my cold dead hands.)

- Robert tries HARD to get Nym betrothed to Jon — in his mind, Ned’s bastard son is more than deserving of a former princess, and what better way to keep the Targaryen spawn from rising against him than marrying her off to the son of his best friend? To his endless frustration, this goes nowhere — both Stannis and the Martells (who are actually responsible for Nym’s marriage prospects) refuse the idea — Stannis because Jon’s a bastard, the Martells because they very much do not like Robert — and Ned also refuses with no real explanation (“Jon is free to choose his own wife, Robert” when really it’s because Jon is Nym’s half brother through Rhaegar)

- Likes to help out Stannis’ maester and takes an interest in healing — both Stannis and Oberyn agree that this is a useful skill, and let her learn all she can.

- Rides out with Stannis when he goes to war; Melisandre keeps trying to convince Stannis to sacrifice her, and after Renly dies, Davos convinces Nymeria to leave, for her own safety.

- She originally intends to go south to Dorne, but comes across Catelyn and Brienne first. Upon hearing how Renly died and recognizing the account of Melisandre’s work, she realizes Dorne would be the first place Stannis would look for her — whatever Melisandre so desperately wanted Nym sacrificed for cannot be good — and she decides to go with Catelyn and Brienne to Robb’s camp instead. You can never have too many medics in a war.

- Our boy is WEAK to the pretty healers, weak I tell you, and this one is Westerosi, highborn (a princess, technically— rightful heir to the Iron Throne) and she’s a politically advantageous (the princes of Dorne would surely be on his side if he married their niece) match to boot??? He doesn’t stand a chance.

[miracle-negative]

I'm sorry that I finished my work so late

This is a picture I drew with my friend!! I drew my friend's oc.

@this-artistneedcoffee

And thank you for every single question that comes to me💖💖💖!But it's been so long since I posted it, so I'm going to post another picture and reply😭😭😭😭!

I'm going to draw really fast. Sorry😢

+To everyone I'm sorry for (working on it..)

[reverie-bros-bank-n-studio-co]

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They all just hanging out

Ezy- by me ofc

Lolligo- @blottart414

Angela- @gwaangell

Onyx- @gh0stedcl0wn

[doodlesdreaming]

One fateful summer... (PT 1)

[valentinos-corner]

a shitpost?

A VOICE REVEAL SHITPOST?

[masterfuldoodler]

Doodles of Chara from @epnona-the-wisp's new story!!!

[creationandcalamityau]

Ghost Lad

(TW: Gore/Body horror)

A gift for @unnoticedunawarestillhere of his insane silly little writer man Hudson! I could not for the life of me find a good background for the elevator so the broken one will have to do.

I have no clue how to draw scissors well, so that's the best I could do lol.

I have to admit, I really like drawing the creepy side of his face, it's not anatomically correct in the slightest in this drawing but it was still fun to draw! I hope you like it! I have no clue if you changed anything about his ghost design, sorry if it may be inaccurate lol.

[nathanavenue]

well, you wanted ocs, so ocs you get.

(young melios + azaleos and leontice, whom belong to @brodyliciousbooty :-])

[pretzlforpresident]

Glass pen fun :D