#gay ocs

[jvrozx]

Something old of Ricky and Ben

[thistlearts]

Happy Valentine’s Day from me and my Victorian OCs Eric and Terrence

[sillyfull-jua]

Ricky when i catch you Ricky

OC belongs to: @jvrozx

(Also sorry for my poor attempt at picsart)

[bl-mitchum]

I love writing characters who are wildly intelligent. I, however, have the mental capacity of a shrimp. In other words, most of my characters are smarter than me— and I sorta just have to live with that.

[orbweaverspidergirl]

Chapter 1: i was born waiting for that something

summary: Orbweaver, Gotham's one and only spidergirl. A hero for only a year, she's easily recognizable from her brown spider suit, and six-eyed mask. But, without the mask, she's Nicole Lawson, the "unwanted" daughter of Bruce Wayne. She didn't mind it, not too much, but after the death of her mother and the exposure of her identity, her life is in shambles.

tw: mentions of blood, mentions of a bruise, mentions of being bit by a spider, low self-esteem?

You always smell the blood first before you feel it. It rushes through your nose, as it splatters onto the ground. Then, you feel it. It squelches against your suit, making you wince. You take out Joker’s goons, right and left. A punch, a kick, a spin, repeat. There was no time to breathe through the blood and sweat, you could only fight, you could only protect. There was nothing in the moment except you. You are, Orbweaver, this world’s one and only Spiderwoman. 

You felt the aftermath of last night as you woke up. Your knuckles were still covered in blood, and you feel a big ass bruise covering half of your face. You groan as you sit up, and you heave, trying to breathe. Fuck, you might’ve broken your ribs. You try to shuffle to the bathroom, everything hurts, but you’re successful. Your hair was frizzy and unkept, and the plum curls lacked their original shape. 

You hastily open your cabinet and grab the makeup bag. It’s messy inside, its continents spilled. You sigh, digging through to grab your foundation and concealer. You pull them both out, but your hand is now caked with glitter and varying eyeshadows. You make a face in disgust and wash your hand away. Damn, you wish you had makeup wipes, but water will have to do. Soon after you conceal your face the best you can with the makeup. 

You close your eyes and breathe in, then out. Today’s Friday, the last day of the school week. You just have to get through today, and then go to work, and finally patrol. You’re tempted to skip, but you remember your truancy letter and push the thought aside. You walk out of your room and head to the kitchen. Your mother is crashed out on the couch, and you smile. She looks peaceful, you think, as you put a bagel in the toaster. 

Your thoughts take you to today’s assembly. Bruce Wayne and his kids are supposed to show up, and you feel a touch of jealousy. Bruce Wayne was your father, and he left your mother after a one-night stand. He takes care of you and your mom, more than you could ask for. But you can’t help but be envious when you see him with his other children. You’ve met some of them before, Dick and Jason, Damian as well. 

They’re alright people, but they aren’t your people. You pull the strawberry cream cheese out the fridge and smooth it onto your bagel halves. That’s what you remind yourself, that the Wayne family isn’t your family, and that’s okay. 

You were fifteen when you first got bit by the Butterfly Orbweaver. You were in the school’s gardens, skipping your math class. You were happier then, you think. You didn’t have to worry about the blood of innocents, not then. Butterfly Orbweavers are not known to have a strong bite, they’re harmless, and yet... 

You felt its poisons merge with your DNA. Your eye, a lovely shade of blue, now a corroded brown. You remember how much pain you were in, you felt as if you were on fire. You tried to leave the garden, but every damn thing stuck to you. Web came out of your hands, like it merged with your skin, and you couldn’t breathe. 

You remember calling out for help, but no one came. No one heard your pleas of desperation. You got up eventually, and you began to run. Your legs carried you faster than ever, and you felt as if you could hear everything, see everything. You felt changed, different than before, and yet, you still felt like nothing. It was never enough; it never would be enough.

But you felt like it was. For once in your life, you felt like you were worth something. People began to notice you. Maybe not Nicole, you, but Orbweaver. They began to notice her, and that was nice. It was nice to be seen, to be loved. You waited for so long to be good enough. For Bruce, for the press, for your mom. 

But nothing is for free. You suffered, too. Orbweaver became targeted. You became wanted by the worst villains in fucking Gotham. Joker, Scarecrow, Poison Ivy, Bane, you could go on. Hit after hit, blood and bruises, skin removed from scars. You were hollowed out when you learned to be Orbweaver. If you were lucky, the other vigilantes would be merciful. They’d watch out for you, and you them. But mercy was a privilege, and not one you often allowed, not anymore.

You saw him, Bruce. He nodded at you when entered the gym, and you nodded back. You felt weird because he was being weird. He never even looked at you before, so why now? Not just him, but Dick waved at you, Jason as well. You didn’t know them, not well enough anyways, so why are they being kind? You didn’t like it. Something was wrong, and you didn’t need your spider senses to tell you that.

“Nicole, I love you, but don’t you think you’re being extra? I mean, your family acknowledged you. Y’know, like families do.” Your friend, Katie, says with her mouth full of green beans from the school's lunch.

Nylah, your girlfriend, chimes in, “I understand where she’s coming from Nic. I mean, how long has Bruce been ignoring you and your mom? It’s about time he starts to care. Also, Katie stop, that’s nasty.” She glares at the ginger. 

You scoff, mushing your fork into the lasagna. “It’s just weird, he never cared before,” you sigh, “Also Katie, that is nasty.” You point your fork at her, smirking. 

She rolls her eyes, “What? Is it hate on Katie day or something?!” 

Nylah snorts, “Obviously.” You admire Ny. She’s pretty, you think. The sun shines off of her dark skin, and her studs go well with her larger nose. Her lips are full and pink, and you catch yourself staring at the girl. She catches you staring at her, and she smiles. Her pearly, white teeth, coming out. 

Katie looks between the two of you and rolls her eyes once more. “Oh my god. You two are so fucking gay.” You and Ny chuckle, and you lean your head on her shoulders. 

“Just because you are single and lonely, Kat, doesn’t mean we have to be.” You say, and then you press a kiss to your girlfriend’s cheek. 

“Boo, y'all hate just because I’m ginger.” Ny giggles, and you feel good again. This feeling won’t last forever, but you’re okay with that. 

A/N: Merry Christmas or happy holidays! Thank you all to those who have liked and followed! Also, the first divided (the one that separates the chapter and the first paragraph) should have a link for the song of the chapter. Also, this will eventually be yandere. Not extreme, but it will be there.

[lonely-abstraction]

They know what you did !

[silly-spaniel]

air jail for annoying boyfriends

[octo-blobs]

what if you made a very belated elden ring oc. and he dated thiollier. What if

[painitte]

Day 1 Desperate

First prompt for Oc kiss week more to come

[dailymothanon]

Old woman love… Vermont (left) and New Hammy (right) ☕️ Hammy smiles at nothing but her wife, nothing else to be smiling about she says. These two love autumn so much 🍂 wow… shoutout to old characters. Goes kinda tough. Vermont is a hermit thrush (her feathers are covered up here) and Hammy a birch tree 🌳

[gravvyl]

i wonder what he's reading

[sandygarnelle]

they are so in love

[thistlearts]

Time for my Victorian gay OC's one more. Despite being lower in the social hierarchy Eric can say "I will fuck you senseless, MY lord" with his eyes only. And they both know it's true.

[thevampirekingg]

First post!!

A bit of context and who I am:

Hello there, my name is Vampireking, and this is my oc Penirith Blackwell Penvine. A dnd character I made when I was a teenager, and he followed through into adulthood. A trans male tiefling collage of lore bard and way of the dancer monk! He usually looks a little different normally, but for this, I tried to make him more like Shadow Milk but very much still himself.

This drawing is of my boy Penirith, my (totally) not pampered and comfort oc. But I'm also a huge CRK (Cookie Run Kingdom) player/fan sooo I really wanted to draw my boy in Shadow Milk Cookies outfit! Really proud of this one and am excited to be posting his ref sheet soon so keep an eye out for that! ;)

A Pure Vanilla outfit drawing soon to come too with one of my other OCs, Leorio, exciting stuff... 👀

[bl-mitchum]

I don’t know if I am actually writing, or if my characters possess me for a short time to express themselves. Is this writing, or am I a conduit for ghosts? The world may never know.

[the-yeehaw-express]

The urge to make their comic is getting real...

(i may or may not be actively working on actually getting started)