#hes an old oc from last year

[itosh1teru]

JI-HO

[kitwasheree]

happy birthday, 31st December to old man iris ‼️i didnt draw something proper so i will release this (1) older art that i gatekept 👍 its his sleepwear he is very boring

taglist : @fumoandinsanity @gimtmoment @1dont-really-know @thehollowwriter @s0mething27 @distant-velleity

(DM or reply to be added or removed!! 🥺🥺🥰)

[spotaus]

Late Night quick thing (New Age Sillies)

Bad news: That joke post about including Reset + Orchid is definitely not canon. (I legit got sad thinking about Reset being in a universe where Orchid isn't- because their stories are so so intertwined- but Nightmare 100% would NOT risk the whole twins exploding Error's soul thing.)

Good news: This means I COULD include Kane (Reset's older brother who usually dies in timelines where Reset is born) and use it to develope his character a bit more! Also! Perhaps a Blue × Dream kiddo is finally in the stars for me to design?

[memento-morri-writes]

I've been thinking a lot about how Rook's reunion with his former mentor, Zara, is going to go, and since I can't predict what the DM is going to have her do or say, I can only dwell on what I know is going to happen. Which happens to include taking off the illusion ring that's been hiding his injuries from her. So have a snippet of the description I have planned for that moment:

tw for description of (mostly healed) injuries

He hesitates, twisting a ring on his finger. Looking at it more closely, she can tell it’s very finely crafted, and must have been very expensive. A large emerald is set into the band. Rook sighs, and pulls the ring off his finger in one quick motion.  Immediately she’s struck by the difference in his appearance as the illusion melts away. He looks awful. His warm, healthy skin fades to a dull and sickly grey. There’s huge bags under his deeply sunken eyes, and his cheeks are hollowed, as though they have been carved out by an overeager sculptor. He looks like he’s recently risen from the grave.  While he was thin before, now she can see his ribs under the skin, and his collarbones are exaggeratedly pronounce. Thin white lines left by dozens upon dozens of recently healed cuts are scattered across his body. On top of that, faded bruises cover most of his visible skin, a mottled mosaic of purple and yellow. They’re clearly days, maybe weeks old, and she can only begin to imagine what they must have looked like when fresh. Bandages are barely visible under his shirt, wrapping around his back, hinting at even more injuries.

[astranauticus]

finally put together a sheet for (some of) my ocs..... skjfahksjhfk

anyway please send me asks about them (and penny's work partner i don't have a design for yet) and i will try my best to answer 👍

[doggerell]

ten years of them btw

[crownrots]

big al is literally that “i’m a bad bitch you can’t kill me” meme and i think that’s what every geriatric mercenary needs to aspire to

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

WIP Friday!

bc i didnt do a writing one this week and restarting chapter three of rage with a new direction has cleared my writers block and im back on a roll >:3

snippet under the read more for descriptions of blood & major injuries. Why did i ever think i should pass over writing Conficcare holding Celias face in his hands as he tried to stem the blood flow...

Conficcare rushes towards Celia, taking the clean cotton vest for Celia to change into and shoving it over her face, pressing his thumbs above her ears and his fingers on her jaw to cut off blood flow to the weeping arteries, his palms over her cheeks and brows to put pressure on the bleeding wounds, a prayer on his tongue that the rhythmic wet pulsing of blood against his hands would stop before Celia's heart did.

The vest darkens under his fingers, blood soaked through the first layer of fabric, as the noise of the chaos behind him grates on his ears.

He presses even harder, fingers and thumbs feeling for the arteries, breathing a sigh of relief when the pulsing against his fingers started weakening before yelling for Marco to get more clean cloth. The pulsing gets even weaker, and he pushes even harder, fingers pressing against bone, shaking under the pressure he's exerting.

The damp red finally soaks through the second layer of cotton, and he screams for Marco to hurry the fuck up-

[sysig]

Really digging out the old OCs now; Pan-na, Pilok, Azalea, squirrel boys Will and Damien, and Cupid and Venus <3 (Patreon)

[flickynightdarkness]

My Cartoon Network sona Cinnilla

She appears to be like a tritagonist character of the cast from each cartoon

Her name Cinnilla is a fusion between Cinnamon and Vanilla

[hearts401]

OH MY GOD AARON.......

[raiiny-bay]

it’s honestly kinda crazy to me that kel & co were literally the first OCs i ever made

[quietwingsinthesky]

sometimes i think about my spn oc and how i rewrote everything about amara to interact with the story i was trying to tell about her. there were some really neat ideas in that i need to recycle for something one day. like, in the show proper, they just let amara take over a human baby and that’s fine, but amara’s not Meant To Be Here. this entire universe is one constructed in her absence. saying she can possess a human body should be like saying if you took a person and sent them to a universe where 1+1=3, they could just figure out how to function within that.

which in story took the form of Amara being something that could not be Understood, only Rationalized. a force locked outside the narrative who could only get inside and destroy things if given a role within it. by the Winchesters as A Monster To Face. by Chuck as Wayward, Unreachable Sister. and by miss oc as. simultaneously a projected creature to be saved, an amalgamation of injustices done to herself (and others) that would never be righted but could be made up for by being a part of this. and as something impossibly powerful that could be both protection and purpose.

and the Darkness wasn’t any of those things, really, but to have agency in her own story required new shackles, but ones she was always straining against. she wouldn’t fit inside the confines of a human mind, let alone a body, at least not well enough to leave it Intact. like lucifer burning through nick, but Worse. because the burns were an expected outcome of skin not strong enough to hold him. humans were built for angels, some were built better and some worse, but they’re meant to work. putting amara in human skin should disconnect the skin and mind and soul from the reality her brother built itself, i think. slowly. bit by bit.

and at the same time, i’d gone and written the kind of wild scenario you really can only write for your thirteen year old mary sue, given that spn oc the part of herald/high priestess/failed vessel. which she pursued with wild abandon like that would fix anything wrong with her <3

in the end, running alongside the borrowed family theming of the original show was my own theme of “how much self-annihilation will you accept to make your point. are you accepting it, really. or are you seeking it.” not just physically, in letting something unmake the base components of what you are as it tries to fit inside you or in it constricting and suffocating itself beyond self-recognition to get inside in the first place, but, obviously, it’s supernatural, how much selfhood do you cede to your family. is it worth it.

it was interesting, if nothing else. let thirteen year old me cook. she had ideas.

[roverthegoober]

First week of school done gang

This is one of the ocs im rewriting btw! I haven't figured out his design completely, but i wanna give him a scarf and long-ish hair

Have a shadow doodle as a treat :3

[siren-darkocean]

A little spoiler of what I got going on for the next chapter of An Ice Toa But Human rewrite (cut is there for those who don't wanna read it if spoilers)

The silence in the air was heavy as they processed how confused Mata Nui was at his own powers.

"Well it seems to be going better for you than me with this shadow stuff." Sapphira said breaking the silence, leaning a bit as the others stared at her.

However, the leaning was unsteady even for a teenage prima ballerina causing Sapphira to fall with a squeal and flailing arms trying to regain her balance to no avail.

But instead of hitting the ground Sapphira's body disappeared in almost a cloud of black smoke and merged into the shadows.

"SAPPHIRA!" "KID?!" "WHAT THE PLUDE?!" "OKAY THAT'S NOT NORMAL!"

The five were shocked and scared to a various degree along with various worries (from Ackar, Kiina and Mata Nui), more shocked than scared (from Gresh), and vice versa (from Berix) which wasn't exactly helping the situation.

A shadowy figure sat up rubbing their head as plumes of dark shadow left their person similar to how steam would leave boiling waters surface into the cool air. One eye cracked open showing it was a dark violet purple in color. "Owww, that actually hurt like a bitch." Sapphira's voice came from the figure.

"Sapphira?!" The five asked in sync. "Yeah that's my name, don't wear it out, what's-" The said bluette cut herself off noticing her form change making her scream bloody murder.

"OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO ME?!" Sapphira panicked, gripping at her whispy shadow head.

[seithr]

Randomly remembered the half-reason i call my oc-verse by the name it has while laying in bed. One-half of the reason i still knew, but I had forgotten what had truly, really cemented it jointly until now

(it was a song from my favourite band I haven't listened to in a while.)

(the song fit so well at the time, still does, that i needed to hold onto it for the main protagonists forever, by partially naming their story in reference.)

Does this explanation make any sense? Does anyone know why I'm tearing up remembering this. Aahh