#future oc

[dulcesilly]

i am obssesed wuth her and cant stop. shes my oc now. im naming her melanie or something

[sweaterrat]

Y’all remember Marie, right?! :D My sweet lil babie <3

anyways, have some cooldown doodles so i don’t burn out :] It’s silly and its not supposed to look good but i love it anyway ^^

[vixenemesis]

💀☄️ Decided to draw Ghost with my future OC Sage ☄️💀

[rexcantread]

Haha I haven’t spoken about her in awhile but I submitted my girl to the @tmnt-oc-comp

@puunk for the digital art, they literally made that ages ago but I still love it!

[tinkerbell720]

Red Leader may be ruthless, but he still cares for his second-in-command, before and after their reconciliation.

[karmenrtmnt]

!future Donatello and Future Karmen (My OC).!

[the-storytellers-seer]

Kieva: The Myth, the Legend, the Absolute Dumpster Fire

I'm going to get a little spoiler-y here, so if you don't want spoilers ignore this post.

Kieva is one of my OCs with a VERY strong voice. A voice that absolutely clamors to be heard...unfortunately her tale is one of the last ones concerning the Stormcrown Dynasty. Poor Kieva, right? No. Poor ME! Because this bitch does not care. Every few weeks or so she'll get really noisy and demand I write about three or so chapters before she lets me go to work on other projects. The last few days she's been especially loud.

So here ya'll go, a slightly spoiler-y sneak peek at a character that won't be seen for some time yet.... ****

Kieva sat in the remains of Brother Borri’s sixty-year mead stash and let loose a great echoing belch that was similar in timbre to a dragon’s roar. It was followed by a rather high-pitched giggle. Around her, the world passed by in a dreamy haze. She was happy or damn near close to it. Happier than she’d been in months. Or at least happier than she’d be without the alcohol’s blessed numbing effects.

Perched upon a throne made of boxes and dirty laundry, she was the queen of all she surveyed. This primarily consisted of empty shelves and even emptier bottles, but at least they were subjects that didn’t expect anything of her. They didn’t look at her and see her father’s features or assume she would have her mother’s grace. And they wouldn’t be disappointed when they found nothing of the dynasty they expected to see in her behavior.

In a family of legends, Kieva Stormcrown was a failure.

She was shit in combat. Her tongue was far too loose for diplomacy. And magically, well, she was so barely magically inclined as to basically have no skills at all. She could cast magelight. That was it. The sum and total of her magical ability even after scores of tutors that included the Arch Mage himself.

 And if she really considered it, she would have argued that her absolute failure in magical prowess could be a feat in and of itself because how often did an exceptionally powerful mage and one of the best living mages in Nirn create such a magical dud? She might have thought her mother was lying about her parentage, except for the fact that Kieva was the very picture of her father. Her face was too angular for any current beauty conventions, her nose about as beaky as a hagraven’s below elongated amber eyes that were a perfect match to the High King of Skyrim. Her body was more masculine as well with more angles than curves. Her hips nearly nonexistent and her breasts little better.

Tal had tried to argue that she was the height of merish beauty. But Kieva didn’t want to look like a damned Thalmor, she wanted to look like someone who men would at least give a passing glance to. Not that she needed their attention. She didn’t. But she wanted it. Or at least she wanted someone to look at her the way papa looked at mama.

But no men had ever looked at her that way. No women either.

No, the looks Kieva received ranged from mildly annoyed to outright horrified. Which probably had more to do with her drunken shenanigans than her looks, but it was enough to give a girl a complex whatever the reason.

Fucking Talos sucking a taint—that was a good one, she’d have to remember that for later, it’d scandalize the pants off Tal—she was being excessively maudlin.

Kieva attempted to hoist herself to her feet with the help of a conveniently placed wall. She needed to clean up the mess she’d made before the Brothers found her.

The loud slamming of the door behind her was proof that it was too late for that.

She pasted her biggest smile upon her face—one that likely looked more unhinged than friendly—before she turned to face one her jailors.

It was Brother Einarth. Blast it all to Oblivion! Can Alduin just come and swallow me whole? Please Akatosh? I swear I don’t mean half the heresy that I spout!

Of all the brothers who might have stumbled upon her, Einarth was the worst. For a moment, she was absolutely convinced that he’d Shout her to pieces. A dangerous part of her welcomed it.

Instead, he began signing his displeasure; the movements going almost too fast for Kieva to understand in her inebriated state. “Wait, wait, wait!” she held up a finger. “Can’t quite…can you say that again…slower-er?”

There was a dangerous rumble in the back of Einarth’s throat that caused the room to tremble. With slow, jerking movements he began again:

You little fool! You are a blight on the Stormcrown name! This time Arngeir will toss you from the peak!

 Kieva rolled her eyes. “You are the worst pacif—hue-uk!—” The combination hiccup and burp escaped her and she belatedly covered her mouth with a blush. “Sorry, but you’re really a bad pacifist. Wanting to kill people it the opposite of pacif—pacia-pacificiam…pacifism. There! Got it!”

She grinned proudly, which really only served to make Brother Einarth angrier.

[penndragyn37]

An older work of mine before I make some stuff with this gal. Lucille, but a bit older, and not much wiser.

I imagine this is 10 years later, she's going on 30, and has grown an entire whopping inch in that time.

She's mellowed out a bit and has a chance of going to sleep at a decent hour, but she's still the same rowdy punk who loves playing the drums. Just slightly more low-key about it.

Anyway, leave a comment if you want, I hope you enjoy!

Character: Lucille, from... My stuff!

[softichill]

[ruushes]

all you really need to make a good first impression on the ceo's grandson is for him to have suffered a year of solitary confinement

[demaparbat-hp]

Hey, Spitfire! Try not to kill your brother ahead of time!

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Looking for Ursa right after being banished had some...wildly unexpected results. One: Zuko actually found her. Two: she wasn't alone. Three: leaving her children behind in order to protect them was, apparently, just something she did.

Looking at the bright side, Zuko now had a three-year-old younger brother to look after. Looking at the dark side, Zuko now had a three-year-old kid he needed to parent while also keeping him a secret from his father because—may Agni help him—the Fire Lord would have to go through Zuko first if he dared to even look at Lu Ten II.

(AKA an AU in which Zuko is a good big brother and doesn't want another kid to grow up like he did.)

[auden-dahn]

netpet, your new friend! 💾

[🍵 kofi]

[bbybluemochi]

[OC] frankie and sinner are literally the "are they lovers?" "worse" meme

[buckynats]

When your girlfriend is a veteran scout with a (now-controlled) lyrium touch, you probably don't sleep in much.

comic of an early post-game thought I had, brought to stunning life by @yelenhol. They/them Rook.

[caemidraws]

Night of the Masks

[souphamsters]

I've been hopelessly fixated on drawing one (1) sweetheart butchfemme couple ... they're all I think abt ... HELP !!!

(silly lesbian ocs that I love , chae🍓and lucky🍋!!!)