#grays oc ie

[graaaywzrd]

oc-tober day 17/18/19 dnd alignment/swap [robot ie] 🤖/pallete challenge

[uglynicc]

My color theory is just "these are the 4 colors I like and have saved in my shortcuts and will use constantly regardless of what I'm drawing"

[iron-sparrow]

Yein | OC smash or pass?

QUICK FACTS

height: 6'10" / 208 cm

age: between 35-40 years

gender: nonbinary / transmasc

pronouns: they / them / theirs

sexuality: gray ace

PROS

sized like an absolute UNIT

gives great hugs as a result of all that MASS

possesses a very big heart and warm personality

blessed with SHARP TEEF they aren't afraid to use

has two adorable (and twitchy) bat ears

CONS

has trouble talking about their problems seriously

may assume what someone's needs before asking

avoids mouth kisses due to missing a chunk of their upper lip

can be stubborn over just about ANYTHING

(if you're the jealous sort) gives their love very freely

(SOME) DETAILS

This paladin is deceased. You already knew that, right? Not that death could keep Yein down.

Not only is Yein undead, but they also see and hear the super-dead.

In their youth, prior to beginning their paladin career, they earned a living in Ul'dah's fight pits. This is when they took up the "Iron Sparrow" name.

They love to fight! For fun! Sparring is such a fun way to bond, and the harder someone hits, the more riled up Yein can get.

Sexually, they can be a playful and tender dom OR a compliant and mewling sub (position has no bearing on this).

Romantically, they are a very caring partner. Bear in mind that they do not view sexual intimacy as exclusively a romantic expression of love. They're perfectly comfortable with sexy-time friends, but romancing them will take more time.

Thanks, friends, for tagging me. Obviously, I've responded to both @hythlodaes and @this-is-ris with affectionate SMASH. Please see tags for further details.

Tagging @verysmallcyborg, @thefreelanceangel, @guillotine-of-the-snake, @captain-styr, @ahollowgrave (or Prudence!) and anyone reading this right now! As always, no pressure to actually answer.

See below ⸺

Rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

Let me know in the tags what you'd like to do with Yein! ₊˚⊹♡

[writingbyshiloh]

Cautious yet Optimistic and Graceful Part 2

Part 1 & Part 3

CW: Morally gray reader, F!Reader, John Wick-type universe (ie, killing, the reader thinks about past injuries from fights. training not descriptive). Not smut but suggestive thinking from both Vincent and the reader, mutual pinning, and worldbuilding but no description of the reader. Smoking, a nonsexual cigarette burn on the reader, brief drinking. MAYBE OCs (Fictional staff for the fictional hotel). NO BETA

Summary: The Marquis de Gramont still annoys you. But he needs help from you(r hotel). Like a good manager, you help. 

AN: PART 2 everyone!!! Thank u for the likes/comments/reblogs! This takes place a few months after part 1. IDEK if this is ooc the man had like 30 minutes of screen time overall and I’ve been writing this for a week. I read it a few times for spelling but something got messed up copy and pasting and a para or 2 got dropped. Part 3 will be out ???? soon(ish)

Something about today had his words bouncing around in your head. Out of all the ways to describe someone, he narrowed it down to three (well technically he used six). 

Cautious. Sure, you can see that. Out of a love of being alive, you tried not to take any unnecessary risks in your fighting days. You also tried to avoid having a marker whenever you could. There was one in existence with your blood on it. A favour for someone you thought was a friend. You held up your end, the bloody fingerprint stored in the New York Continental as proof. 

Optimistic. That also makes sense. You actually enjoy what you do, loving being part of the criminal underworld before and now. You haven't been the manager for too long but would already die for this hotel. 

The part that was throwing you was graceful. You didn't think you were that graceful physically. You have scars to prove that you've taken a hit, slash, or burn many times. Did he mean gracefully with people? Camille did so much for the hotel, you just deal with regular hotel things (like getting Monument Historique status for a collection of French weapons, take that, Vincent). The other part was implanting rules from the high table. Maybe just being graceful and polite when you were resisting the urge to claw your eyes out. 

It could also be flirting. You felt he wasn't the type to hit on someone out of the blue. Sure he was smart and confident, but it seemed like too big a risk for him to take. Unless he is just a playboy, which is something you find yourself tempted to google twice a day. 

You would rather die than admit it, but you almost like when he called you Mademoiselle. Almost. It was like a nickname, plus it brought out his accent more. When you found yourself enjoying.

To make things worse Camielle caught on to your crush immediately. While embarrassing, it did show how clever she was and you were glad she was the concierge. Her knowing also gave you an excuse to just tell Vincent your direct number, so Camille would stop reminding you how frequently he called.

You love the bar in the hotel. It is beautiful, decorated in an Art Nouveau style, with large windows allowing for the sun to filter in during the day. You were almost pleased that Vincent asked to meet you there, allowing you to subtly show off your business. 

Finding him at the bar wasn’t hard, no one else was wearing a dark green three-piece suit, complete with a complexly tied tie and their coat of arms pin. He looks good but tense, one long leg crossed over the other. Plus, you could see Chidi and another guard in their gray suits keeping an eye. You were thankful that you took extra time this morning on your outfit. 

You slid into the chair next to him, after shaking a few hands with other big names down in the bar for a late-night drink. 

“I hear you have a problem.” You say, while not knowing the full details, just that he wanted to meet you in the bar and something was wrong. It kicked your heartbeat up, even if you only told yourself it was the stress of him being here. 

“Correct.”. 

“I’m sure you know because of your love of rules, but I can only help those who are using the hotel services.” 

You didn't care that much, and would absolutely bend the rules to do him a favour, but couldn't resist a chance to get a dig in.

The Marquis pulls out two gold coins and slides them across to the bartender. He orders a top-shelf spirit before his eyes cut to you. Now he's buying you a drink in your own hotel. You would want him to buy you a drink in a different situation but at least he didn't order for you. That may cause you to actually kill him.  

Clearing your throat you order your usual, quietly thanking the bartender when the drink was placed in front of you. 

The bar wasn't loud, but he dropped his head towards you so you could hear him better and to give the conversation some privacy. 

“You have a cartographer here, no?”

You nodded. The cartographer is excellent. He had blueprints for buildings past and present, as well as the catacombs. He also had knowledge and keys to abandoned buildings if something had to be desponded and not be found. 

“How soon do you need him?” While one of the best, he was away for his daughter's wedding

“Tonight.” 

You took a small sip of your drink. You could probably get the information he was looking but you wouldn't be as efficient. 

“While we do have a cartographer, he's gone to a family event. If your plans are that urgent I can try my best to fill in.” 

Content with your answers, Vincent leaned back into his seat taking a swig of his drink. You took the finishing sip of yours before pushing out of your chair. 

“I have spare keys in my office. I’ll meet you back here in five.” 

For how commanding and prideful he is, you never expected him to need the services from your hotel.

The maps room was fairly boring. Three out of the four walls were filled with lockboxes to various maps. Blueprints, and documents for France and even some other countries nearby. 

“Are these your beloved catacombs?” The Marquis asks, studying the paper taped to the wall. You asked the map maker for more information and for ideas on what you could do with them. 

You hum in agreement, deep down thrilled that he remembered such a small part of your conversation ages ago. 

Your eyes jump over the numbered lock boxes in front of you, trying to find the one he needs. 

You half expected him to help you pull out maps and building plans, a blend of chivalry, showing off his height, and getting under your skin. He didn’t, letting you struggle with the lock instead. 

Vincent knew he should help you, but the way your back was arched as you tried to open one of the lockboxes out of the dozens was more interesting. His gaze moved over your legs, before looking at your ass in your skirt. 

Feeling the lock give a turn to the side, you peek inside the box to make sure the plans were there. Hand sliding in, you pulled the thin tube out, double-checking the label on the front to make sure it is the one you need. Leaving the box unlocked you turn to face Vincent, a triumphant grin on your face.

Maybe your grin and pride in getting the correct documents were a bit unprofessional but he didn't care. Not since the small room amplified the smell of your perfume and how the spent the better part of the last five minutes checking out your legs. 

Uncapping the tube, you pulled out the blueprints and spread them on the backlist glass table in front of you.

“Here are your prints,” you state awkwardly. You're not sure why he needs them, and why he personally came here. Chidi is keeping guard outside the map room, despite you repeating the hotel policy of no business. 

The Marquis nods in response already focusing on the table. You flatten a small map from the tube in case he needs context on the area. Not likely since he already knows what to look for, proven by his notebook and the constant sound of his pen against the paper taking notes. 

Watching him study the map may have been alright at first, but three hours later you are tired. There are only so many times you can look at his hair and wonder if he would get mad if you run your hands through, or gently tug it. Or what his hands would feel like, especially with his signet ring. 

The grandfather clock tells you that it's only 2:36 am but you feel like it's later. Even Vincent looks slightly less than perfect, hair falling out of place from where he had gelled it that morning.

He is a guest of your hotel so you're going to keep helping him no matter how long he stays. Just with a bit less optimism. 

“Mademoiselle?” Your eyes snap to his face at the sound of his voice, pulling you from your thoughts. 

“You look tired. You should go to bed,” he comments. 

Wow. Thanks, you think. 

“I’m okay. I’m happy to stay here as long as you need,” you say while hoping he leaves soon. “How are the plans going? The cartographer can help you with the finer details when he gets back.” 

“That is not necessary. I have all I need here.” He slowly stretches and starts to stand. You never considered it but being hunched over the table must have been hell on his back given his above-average height. Finally seeing your chance to go to bed, you quickly make it over to the door, opening it for him. 

“Merci, again.” He thanks you as if this is not your job. 

“Do you want me to walk you to the main door?” You have all your floor plans memorized. 

“We are fine.” He replies. 

He looks at you and you can't read his expression. He's less tense, obviously getting what he needed from the plans. 

“The high table did a good job making you the manager.” 

You feel pride swell in your chest, despite the exhaustion you feel behind your eyes. 

“Bonne nuit, Mademoiselle” 

“Bonne nuit. Bon matin.” You quietly wish him as he leaves, wasting no time putting the plans away and locking the map room door. 

You let out another exhaust of bitter smoke, watching it curl away on the cool night air. You didn't start smoking in Paris, but dropped and picked the habit a few times.

“Fumes-tu, Mademoiselle?” a voice behind you makes you flinch. You didn’t tell anyone that you have a secret smoking place, let alone that you went out to smoke. 

You spin around before relaxing at the sight of the Marquis, clad in a dark suit, his signature pin on the lapel reflecting the light. 

You nod, before realizing he probably can't see you well under the lights in the alcove. He is by your side quickly, long legs carrying him the short distance. 

You tip your head to the small table, where your rolling papers, tobacco and other smoking paraphernalia sit in a silent offer. Vincent looks at the table before facing you again. Guess he's too fancy to smoke you assume while taking a drag.

You turn your head to blow out more smoke, careful not to blow it in this direction, a hard feat considering he was extremely close to you. The smell of his cologne drifted under the smell of smoke. 

You move your cigarette down and out to the side, fully ready to see why the Marquis interrupted you. Watching his face, his eyes dipped down to your lips and then back to your eyes almost a silent asking. The smooth and sophisticated era was still there but there was uncertainty under it. 

You slowly leaned closer, not wanting to make the first move, but you want this to happen. He hand-cupped your face, the cool metal of the ring nice as he shifted closer, leaving a small gap for you to make the final push to kiss him. Just a few more inches and then -

Pain. A sharp burning pain on your pinky finger. 

You jerk back, trying to examine what happened. Your cigarette slipped while you were distracted and the glowing embers of the end dropped only to land on your pinky. 

“Shit. Sorry,” you apologize, letting out a nervous huff of a laugh while holding up your burn. The Marquis was unreadable, hand withdrawn. Does he think you rejected him? 

He reaches for your wrist and you let him take it. Slowly he brings your hand up to the outdoor lamp to inspect your burn. The stinging has subsided but you are sure the flesh is a bit swollen. 

With his free hand, he takes the offending cigarette and brings it to his lips. You can't help but stare, cigarette burns long forgotten as you watch him take a deep inhale, before exhaling over your head, so no smoke blows in your face. Part of you regret not making the final push to kiss him, while another hopes he takes another puff. 

Vincent brings your cigarette down to examine it in better lighting before placing it back in your hand, still firmly in his grasp. 

“It is not a well-rolled cigarette. It is too tight.”

There it is you think. The classic Vincent snark. But you secretly hope he rolls one so you can watch his hands and watch him smoke it. 

“You don’t have to smoke it.” 

“I just wanted to give you this.” He reaches into his suitcoat pocket, retrieving a white envelope. His hands brush yours while you grab it. 

You know his handwriting from the time with him in the map room, and you could easily tell he wrote your name on the front. 

“Thank you?” you weren't sure what was inside but you were being all the things he described you as. 

“I will go, and let you read it.” 

You watch him leave, thoughts racing too fast to try and save the situation.

Do you call out after him? Does he think you rejected him? Maybe not because he still gave you the envelope. 

You ash your cigarette before collecting your things and going back to your office. Maybe things would make more sense there.

Taglist: @heartrot666

[glitchinginthegarden]

OC Smash Or Pass

I'm doing another one because I can. No pressure tagging: @matapang-coffee, @totentnz, @perhapsrampancy, @hiighborg

RULES: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

A/S/L (or something)

Full Name: Virgil "Gil" Vickerström / changed to Gil Vickers in 2071

Age: 35

Height: 6'5 / 196cm

Eyes: Cloud gray Kiroshis, naturally brown

Hair: Teal/phthalo green 'hawk, dirty blonde sides/roots (sometimes dyes his short hairs for fun)

Gender: Cis man

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pros +

LORGE. In every way. Yes, that way too.

Polite AF. Gil grew up corpo and a lot of the etiquette he had drilled into him during that time stuck. He says his "please" and "thank you"s, is usually the first to offer a handshake, holds doors open for others, will carry your groceries, etc etc.

Generally just a flat out good dude.

Extremely laid back, friendly, chill - to the point that it makes some people wary of him because they think it's not genuine. He is guilty of using this to his advantage if the situation calls for it though.

Grade A cuddler. You will never be cold, you will always have ample tits to rest your weary head upon, and he's content to spend an entire day like that.

Cons -

He participates in street fights at least one or two nights every week. He will come back bloody and bruised and possibly in need of stitches. And he will be thrilled about it. He will not ask for anything from you in tending to these wounds.

Watson's local ('ganic) weed man. If you don't like the dank, this ain't gonna work. He used to deal hard drugs too but stopped years ago.

Drives a candy grape panel van (or in-universe a Mahir Supron) and has no interest in upgrading his wheels.

His laid-back attitude can sometimes make his partners feel as though he's not invested.

He takes a loooong time to actually open up to someone. If you want more than a quick romp, he takes work.

Can "flip a switch" when he needs to be cold/ruthless/etc. Putting this in cons because it's jarring and borderline unhealthy (thanks, Arasaka).

Extra Propaganda

Most commonly seen in an open pink bathrobe, boxers, and nothing else. Will run errands like this. Take that as you will.

Connections out the wazoo. If you need something, he either has it or knows who does.

Extrovert and well practiced in carrying introverts through social situations.

Most things are low stakes to him. He's not the type to get upset or take it personally if someone turns him down for anything. Very "go with the flow".

Ex-hit man. If you need someone gone in Night City, he'll have it done in a week, max, but it'll cost you.

Likes to feel useful and that extends to bedroom. He's very service forward. Ultimately, an absolute switch though.

Good luck getting him to keep a shirt on.

[bigfan-fanfic]

OC Smash or Pass

Thanks to @kyngsnake for the tag! :D

Tagging anyone who wants to join in on the fun! And an extra thanks to @kyngsnake for the art of my boy

RULES: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

Declan Fisher

The Basics Name: Declan Murphy Shepard-Fisher Age: 36 Gender: Cis Male Pronouns: He/him (not fussed if you use they/them) Height: 6'4" Sexuality: Gray-asexual. Self-describes simply as gay.

Pros

- Gentle and affectionate - Comfortable with physical touch up to a near-constant contact Always willing to help - Ambivert - he's good with people but he doesn't really like crowds or loud parties - Good with kids (doesn't necessarily want any of his own) - Huge. He's a big strong giant and doesn't mind being used as a chair. - Muscular in a very sturdy way. The man is solid. - switch vers, but definitely in a service way. Doesn't much care about sex one way or the other but likes to make his partner feel good. - Observant and aware - he's sensitive to how you might be feeling and he's really good at helping you through a rough day or a funk. - Firm. He doesn't start fights but he most certainly ends them. - Runs warm. This often results in shirtlessness at least, at home. -Capable. Very handy and creative. Able to do most things with minimal instruction

Cons

- Observant. You can hide nothing from this man. - Regimented - he prefers to have plans in place and a routine to stick to or else he gets restless - Is sometimes hard to read, generally always smiling even when he hurts. Even when he's genuinely mad it reads as quiet annoyance - Huge - a giant in width and height, he'll take up a lot of space unless accommodated for. - Can make breakfast, but not much of a cook otherwise. Very utilitarian style meals. - Despite being wild and almost unhinged in combat, he's pretty sedate and a homebody off the battlefield. - Neat. He's always fixing things or cleaning things up. Definitely more of a "do it now before it becomes an issue later" approach to chores. (he can be persuaded to leave it though) - Runs warm. Can get sweaty. - Sometimes has an issue with being overinvolved/overprotective. Needs to be told when you're just venting

[lord-emerson]

OC Smash or Pass

Rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

I've been tagged by @letters-of-fire, thank you love 💕 (if they haven't posted their own version yet shhh. they tagged me in their soul trust me)

first two art pieces by the sweetest @letters-of-fire, third art by the lovely @t6fs

Name: Lord Oswald J. Emerson, at your service~

Age: 25

Gender: A gentleman (trans man, he/him)

Sexuality: Relentlessly queer (mostly into masc people, but can and will have fun with anybody)

Appearance: 183 cm/6' tall with a lanky and slender build. His posture is proud and confident without looking stiff. His movements are always languid, like swimming in a sea of honey. He wears the easy smile of a man who already knows more about you than you'd prefer.

🌠✨Propaganda for:

incessant flirt who can nonetheless make you feel special with his words

he can also make you feel special with his hands

will try to impress you with extravagant dates (despite being secretly broke)

considerate of your feelings, both in and out of the bedroom

adaptable, can be whatever you want him to be

very tuned into body language, will know what you want before you even know to ask for it, but...

🙅‍♂️🚩 Propaganda against:

... whether you're getting it is a different question altogether -> relentless tease

fleeting interests, both in people and pastimes

yet if he becomes invested in a relationship, he won't quit it until it emotionally destroys either one or both parties

can be seen as duplicitous (he does what he needs to survive)

he is self-conscious about his gray hairs and dyes them constantly. this is an objective loss for everybody involved

he won't let himself be emotionally vulnerable. but he wants to so baaaaadly. but he won't. unless...?

[the-dye-stained-socialite]

OC Smash or Pass!!

Rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

tagged by @esteemed-excellency ty ty!!!! hehehe 🫀💜

we'll be using elias for this ;)

Name: Elias Leroux

Age: 30

Gender: Queer + Intersex

Sexuality: yes ;)

🫀 Propoganda For:

Fat, round, plump! Great tummy, great ass, very plush thighs. Ask to touch and the answer is yes~

Pretty Femme

Will feed you and take care of you

Makes you pretty dyes and paints

Lovely curls and soft hair that they will let you take care of

Can be your Sub or your Dom. Very kinky either way, and keen to please

Sings, and plays the viol

Incredibly devoted, and works well with long distance!

Will take you on nice gondola rides (freaky blood stuff) (wants to fuck on the river-)

Very clever and creative, and incredibly fashionable

Respectful of your agency (sometimes too much)

They can get you real fresh ingredients from the Surface

You might get to meet Teacup and Earl Gray (while you're bathing)

Fun doesn't have to stop-

Enjoys monsterous anatomy ;)

Bruises easily and well

🫀 Propoganda Against:

Wants to do Freaky Blood Stuff

Literally poisonous (don't bite too hard)

Very very into the Horrors (if you are a Horrors this is good news, although you're competing against other Horrors)

One of their partners is a Master of the Bazaar

Does not Top!

Stalker tendencies

Murder tendencies

You are not their only partner (can be a pro or a con. you may meet their other partners)

Mirrors bleed around them. Don't try to hide your desires from them, this makes it worse. May rip your heart out and hold it ever so sweetly.

no pressure tagging: @thedeafprophet @the-insouciant-scientist @velvetlinedbox @neathyingenue @capn-twitchery and anyone else who wants to!!

[boghermit]

OC Smash or Pass - Salem

Tagged by @tadpole-apocalypse. I chose my favorite OC but I can make one for any of my other OCs if people want!

Rules (copied verbatim) "Pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc)."

Quick Facts:

Height: 5'6"

Age: Early 30s? (Not sure how age works with Durge since they weren't born naturally.)

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He / him

Sexuality: Bisexual / pansexual / attracted to all genders

Pros:

Very forgiving of his partner's flaws, so long as they aren't downright cruel to him.

A good cook. Can make a decent meal out of garbage ingredients.

A doctor and apothecary, which might save you money on medical bills. But watch out!

Plays music.

Pleasant earthy smell.

Fluffy hair.

Loves adventuring and exploring.

Great with plants and animals.

Very respectful of his partner's personal space.

Verse in bed and open to trying new things.

Cons:

[Dark Urge noises]

Morally gray.

Prone to depressive episodes.

Mumbles in his sleep.

Not very talkative unless he's relaxed.

Bristly facial hair, mustache might tickle your nose when you kiss.

Has been known to do dumb shit for the Vine.

Doesn't dress especially well.

Too short to reach the top shelf for you.

I tag any mutuals who would like to do this!

[trashcatsnark]

OC Smash or Pass

I was tagged by the always lovely @derelictheretic for a game of OC smash or pass, this was really fun lmao

RULES: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

Decided to include her faceclaim and her in game look

Quick Facts-

Full Name: Aidan Vance Becker

Height: 5'

Age: 21

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Features: Bleached blonde hair, gray eyes, freckles, baby face

Pros- 🥵

🐶 Would kill and die for anyone she cares about

🐶 Open to most kinkplay- sexually adventurous

🐶 Only feels value in utility, will help with anything to feel useful

🐶 Gives people plushies when they look sad

🐶 Playful, likes to tease and joke- doesn't take herself too serious

🐶 Low maintenance- asks for very little, just happy to be wanted, very content with lowkey dates nights at home and burgers

🐶 Secret romantic- will give flowers and bake treats when the mood strikes

Cons- 🤢

🥺 Will emotionally manipulate you- puppy dog eyes and pout always on the ready

🥺 Will bite you, aggressively and repeatedly

🥺 Will never open up emotionally- will always deflect

🥺 Murder cult family trying to kill her- she is also a murderer, she gets paid for it now tho

🥺 Will never believe you actually like her

🥺 Doesn't believe in Roman Numerals and counts on her fingers

🥺 Will vanish for weeks to months at a time- you will not know if she's alive or dead until she pops back up again, she will not explain

🥺Has the digital engram of a long dead rockerboy trapped in her head and is actually kind of in love with him and has been in a very tumultuous on again off again relationship with him

Tagging, no pressure: @tarmac-rat @glitchinginthegarden @seraphfighter @beammeupbroadway @skippygiraffee and really anyone who wants to!~

[graaaywzrd]

oc-tober day 14+15 inspo/music

[xdrakesboyfriend]

since minecraft story mode wont give us actual symptoms for the sickness petra/gabriel get from the wither storm, i will

tw: disease, body horror(?), mentions of throwing up n mentions of death

theres only two ways someone can contract wither sickness, either by getting sucked up into the wither storm (like we see with petra/gabriel) or by coming into direct contract with a wither storm tendril (ie: getting hit with a tendril like with my oc clem)

once one of those two things happen is when wither sickness can finally take effect, often effecting the immune and nervous systems the most

how severely and for how long it affects someone varies, someone with a weaker immune system might die from a severe case of wither sickness after a few months, while someone healthier might take a few years to die from a milder case of it, but the symptoms of wither sickness stay the same for each person, with the symptoms being:

(early stage wither sickness) headaches, dizziness, confusion, mild to moderate pain, patches of skin/place of contact turning varying levels of gray

(mid stage wither sickness) vomiting, moderate fever, constantly in and out of consciousness, black sclera and purple irises

(late stage wither sickness) full body turning a deep, nearly black, gray, places of contact turning purple, vomit coming out black and sludge like, skeletal growth/person becoming gradually taller, extreme lethargy, extreme dizziness/motion sickness, amnesia, a more 'enderman' like appearance and high likeliness of death

most people with wither sickness tend to not survive, and the ones that do end up not looking like their previous selves, most people who survive wither sickness tend to have a grayer or ashier skin, that is, if their skin hasnt kept the deep gray that they had when wither sickness was still affecting them

people who survive wither sickness also have more fucked up walks/legs, hands and arms due to how wither sickness affects the nervous system, most end up needing mobility aids such as wheelchairs and crutches to get around

wither sickness also weakens the immune system by alot, often making the victim more vulnerable to illnesses such as colds, flus, other autoimmunity diseases such as type 1 diabtes, etc wither sickness also makes people more vulnerable to neurological disorders such as epilepsy, dystonia, etc

most people tend to forget their previous selves once they recovered from wither sickness, this doesnt help that they tend to not look like their previous selves at all, though some do remember everything, or at least most things

[beeffizz]

OC SMASH OR PASS

Tagged by no one I just love a good bandwagon

Tagging: @herbertwest @discosnail and whoever wants to do this

Rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

Davy Jones

Basics

Full Name: David Jones

Age: 50s

Height: 6'2" / 188 cm

Eyes: right- dark brown, left- milky/clouded

Hair: black with gray streaks

Gender: cis man

Pronouns: He doesn't know what those are (he/him)

Sexuality: whomever

Pros

A lot of man to love

Thoughtful, emotionally intelligent

Gentle giant, loves to cuddle

Strong and sturdy

Good cook

Lot of life experience under his belt

Cons

Canonically dead

Frequently drinks

Emotionally repressed

Not one for conversation

Frequently absent

May always love the sea more

[robogenko]

OC Smash or Pass

Tagged by: @krokaxe, Thank you! :D

RULES: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

Tagging: @just-another-wasteland-merc @confirmedcannibal @fuzzyizmit @thenightmotherwrites @survivorboy12 @mlmxreader +Whoever wants to do this

Poe Profile:

Name: Dexter Poe

Age: 32

Gender: Guy (cis)

Pronouns: He/him

Height: 6'9" (tall)

Sexuality: Demi-Sexual/Gray Ace - gender immaterial, only vibes.

Pros-

Tall, dark and handsome-ish. Well, he's tall anyway.

Service top or bottom. Or whatever. If he likes you, he just wants to make you feel good.

Being the producer of some of the best chems in the commonwealth...he'll hook you up.

While not the best with words, he's a great listener, and uhh observer in general. He will remember things about you even you don't recall.

Don't worry though, if he takes you back to his place he'll fill the silence with his holotape horde. He's got eclectic tastes though, so a lot of good stuff, but also a whole lot of un-listenable experimental noise and ominous found recordings and radio chatter.

Cons-

He has two modes. Man of few words, or manic ranting. He's not a great conversationalist on the best of days, but on his worst days he will tell you all about what is currently driving his paranoia

He's great at being a "friend with benefits", but if you want to be more than that with him you will have to train him like a dog. He means well, but he doesn't "people" naturally.

He often comes off as disinterested and doesn't usually initiate affection/intimacy. However he is responsive to partners making moves on him, or bidding for his attention.

If you are too clingly or need constant affection/attention though, you will wear him out long-term. He's best paired with someone independent who shares some of his interests, but also has interests and projects of their own they want to pursue.

Has a fursona. It's a coyote.

[glitchinginthegarden]

OC Smash or Pass

I was tagged by @trashcatsnark to offer up one of my children for smash or pass. Lesgooo!

RULES: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

Not gonna lie, it was tough to pick who I did this for buuuut here we go!

Full Name: Vaye "V" Durand Height: 5'3" Age: 27 Pronouns: She/Her Sexuality: Bisexual Features: fuck off red optics, hair is either powder blue or silvery depending on the light, freckles, has a few large scars (if you're into that kinda thing), dragonfly underbust tattoo

Pros 🌶️

Rarely wears a bra. Lingerie excluded.

Touch-seeking once she knows it's welcome.

Ride or die. She will do literally anything for someone she cares about, even at great personal cost.

Likes to hack vending machines for free snacks.

Switch. She's on board for playing more dominant roles as well as submissive ones. Though she really does like to be squished.

Fan of getting down in places that aren't the bedroom.

Cons 🧊

Will convince herself she’s fucked things up and self-sabotage relationships. (Read as: flunked Use-Your-Words class.)

Riddled with poorly managed anxiety.

Will not hesitate to ghost at the drop of a hat.

Puts an ungodly amount of pickles and hot sauce on her burgers and has been convicted of multiple counts of fry theft.

Chain smoker.

Emotionally unavailable because she's definitely not in love with the dead asshole chewing through her gray matter.

No pressure tagging: @mail-me-a-snail, @korblez, @bishicat, @togepies, @netripper (sorry if you've been tagged already)

[strangeite]

OC-tober Day 5: Re-Designed OC

Behold my shitty, shitty son, fuck boy extraordinaire.

He started off as a character for a text-based role play about kidd at a magic/superpowers school that I joined in middle school or early high school, and he is a phenomenal caricature of exactly the kind of character you would expect out of that situation. A half-demon named Damian, with a demon brother named Dante. I was very original. He wasn't as edgy as you might expect, though, just a little shit who didn't give a fuck.

(Another player who had an angel-based character actually came up with a pretty cool story for them that involved both of them being tools of their fathers to enact a plan to remake heaven and hell. It was good stuff; I wish I could take any credit for it lol)

Fast-forward maybe a decade and my partner is going to be running a dnd game with player characters who had to have been imprisoned and were preferably morally gray. I decide this is the perfect opportunity to resurrect this asshole, and thus is born Kieran, tiefling pact of the blade warlock with a fiend patron and stereotypical chaotic neutral shithead.

He's terrible. Just a shitty little man. He grew up as a street kid and unknowingly made a pact with an arch devil in his dreams at age 12 when his mom died. He then proceeded to use his newfound powers to pull cons and generally be a nuisance. By adulthood his main con is worming his way into rich peoples' lives (often as a lover) and getting them to give him stuff until he gets bored or found out and then he uses Mask of Many Faces to disappear. Consequences are for other people. When he's eventually caught and imprisoned, it's actually for a murder he did not commit but still gets charged for because fantasy racism.

His Patron kept giving him more power in the hopes that he would use it for, you know, getting souls for them. They gave him the pact of the blade as a hint to, I don't know, maybe kill people. Unfortunately for them, they never said any of this explicitly and Kieran is an idiot, so he just kept schmoozing.

(I do feel the need to point out that I was very aware of how shitty this kind of character can be in a game, and I made a concerted effort to only have him be an asshole in ways that were fun for the table and not disruptive of the game. That said, in the first session I did have him try to get out of the situation he was being forced into, ie the premise of the game, and run away lmao. But I didn't put up a fight when the others were sent after them bc I didn't actually want to derail my partner's whole campaign)