#hey a new oc

[raging-violets]

The Artful Dodger: "Trust Me, I'm a Doctor" | SneedxOC

*I'm using this gif because I can't find one of Sneed not reacting to Lady Belle stalking him down, haha*

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Summary: Rainsford Sneed and Molly Atwood have no ill will towards each other. None. They were just doing their jobs: serving and...doctoring. 

Set around Episode 4 with the “anesthesia” and Episode 6 with the “Pepper Jelly” 

Authored by: Rhuben

Original Character: Molly Atwood (*also stuck between the name Effie Atwood*)

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“Don’t move.” Rainsford Sneed barely turned to take stock of tools at his disposal when the woman’s hands flew up towards her face. “I said don’t move!” She dropped her hands again, tightly gripping the arms of her chair, shifting and rocking from side to side. “You’re acting like a bloody fish yourself, ma’am. It’s very unbecoming.” 

“You try having a hook stuck in your eye and not moving.” Both eyes firmly clamped shut, Sneed knew she was still trying to gauge just how much damage had been done. The fishing hook shifted and bobbed with each shift of her eyes. At least the bleeding stopped. “I can now surely understand why a fish wiggles so.” 

“Yes, I can only imagine the pain you’re in ma’am,” Sneed replied, “but unless you wish to lose sight in your eye entirely, which, I do insist would be a shame, I must ask that you try to stay still.” 

Squinting open her good eye, Molly Atwood managed to give Sneed her best attempt at a glare. He noticed the green flecks in her hazel eyes with the light of the sun cast across her face. Yes, it would be a shame... Clearing his throat, he quickly stepped away from her, giving a wide berth to look over exactly what tools he needed. He had to be professional.  

“You’re not going to take me into the theater, then?” Molly asked from behind him. Sneed glanced at her over his shoulder. She seemed to be relaxed now If only for a moment. 

“This will only take a few moments,” he said, starting to roll up his shirt sleeves. “The drunkards wouldn’t take too kindly to such an easy foray, I’d imagine.” He sighed. “Don’t think they’d believe it to be a good show.” 

“Yes, I suppose we mustn’t deprive them of excellent entertainment.” 

He took her sarcasm in stride. It was that kind of entertainment that would help get him into the professor’s position. God willing. Still, there was a thrill to surgery. Some might call it barbaric. But he enjoyed it. And those that came out to watch his prowess as a surgeon, when he won the coin toss, enjoyed it, too. 

“You don’t need Hetty?” she asked. “Are you sure you can do this?” 

Pressing his lips together, Sneed grabbed the glass bottle sitting on his workstation, pointed the nozzle at her face, and squeezed his finger around the trigger. Twice.  

For both questions. 

A squeak of surprise came from Molly as she jerked in her seat, face now wet. “What on Earth was that?” 

Letting out a long sigh through his nose, Sneed set down the perfume bottle. A little harder than he needed to, he supposed. But if it worked... His gaze shifted through the window and towards the theater where Jack and Lady Belle were pacing back and forth across the room, deep in discussion. Belle’s head buried deep in the book, index finger gliding across the pages. If they said it worked... 

“It’ll help,” he said quietly. “Does it sting?” 

“Is it supposed to?” Molly asked in alarm, her grip tightening on the rests of the chair she was in. “If my face falls off, Rainsford Sneed...” 

His lips twitched upwards into a hint of a smile. One he quickly erased from his visage. Besides, it was another empty threat, he was sure. She had yet to see his demise after all this time. In fact, he had gotten quite used to these words from her. Only she normally had a sharp knife on her, not the stink of fish, as he usually found her in the middle of assisting preparing a meal for the Govenor and his fellowship. Or another task which Lady Jane Fox had asked of her. 

“So, how did this happen?” he asked. 

“I told you; I was fishing. I caught one. I got startled by a commotion. I jerked back on the line and...” She made an odd squishing sound with her mouth, lazily indicating her eye.  

“You can remove it, can’t you?” 

“Yes, I believe I can.” 

“Will I lose my eye?” 

“I hope not.” 

“Yeah, me too.” After all, how could she fulfill her dream of sailing the open seas without sight? “I do trust you.” 

Sneed gave a sharp shake of his head. How would he fulfill his dream of becoming Head Surgeon if he didn’t concentrate? Sailing the seas was no life for a lady, but just the same, he still had to do his job. He stretched his hands, and his fingers before picking up a scalpel, hovering it over her face. 

“I do mean it this time, don’t move,” he said. Molly’s chest hitched with the deep breath she took in. And held. Sneed carefully pressed the tip to his scalpel to her eyelid, pressing until it sank into her skin. Through it. He tossed it aside, where it landed with clatter on his table, using his other hand to carefully push the sharp end of the hook out through the newly created hole. Then he grasped his bolt cutters, snipped off the end of the hook, and pulled it back out of the original site of injury. “Got it.” 

“Fantastic.” 

Sneed sprayed more of the antiseptic and grabbed a piece of cloth to carefully dab at the remaining moisture and blood. 

“What are the fish for?” 

“To eat, of course.” 

“Molly.” 

“Rainsford.” She copied his tone. Equal mix frustration and amusement. Glad someone found this to be funny. 

“The Govenor and Lady Jane are not one to ask for fish for supper unless they are hosting,” Sneed explained starting to stitch up her eyelid. “And I do not believe catching them would be a task Lady Jane would bestow upon you.” He gave a sharp tug on the thread in his hand, smiling ruefully at the sharp gasp of pain from his patient. “You are selling them, I suppose. The fish. Why?” 

Molly was silent for a moment. “Everyone wishes for fortune, wouldn’t you say?” she asked. 

“I suppose so,” he agreed. Setting down the thread he leaned over her, grasping her chin in between his fingers, turning her head this way and that. “Now, slowly, open your eyes.” He watched as she did so, her hazel eyes fixing on him immediately despite the puffiness of one of her eyes. Silence filled the space as they looked at each other before Sneed found himself pushing himself away from her with swiftness. He cleared his throat, clasping his hands behind his back as he calmed himself. “What can you see?” 

She smiled.  “You.” 

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“Good evening,” Molly quickly stopped what she was doing to grasp the folds of her dress in a courtesy as Sneed stepped into the warm kitchen. “You’re back on your two feet, Rainsford!” 

“Glad that you can even see me at all,” Sneed responded with a tight nod of his head. He gazed around the bustling space, absentmindedly repeatedly smoothing his hand down the front of his shirt. “I suppose everything is healing well.” 

��Suppose,” Molly replied. She lifted her hand and gingerly pressed her eyelid. The swelling had gone down immensely. No lasting issues seem to be apparent other than a particularly rough feeling when he blinked. Even that was dissipating with time. “Suppose you are as well?” Her gaze flittered from his lips to his leg. “That is why you came in? To check on your patient?” 

“Yes, of course.” Sneed rapidly nodded his head before taking another step closer to her. He looked around once more and seeming to be appeased with the fact that no one else was paying attention to him, he stepped closer to her and lowered his voice. “It is not just that. I wished to know what was to be served tonight at supper?” 

Molly’s eyebrows came towards each other as she put down the knife she was about to press into the lump of bread dough before her. Then she turned towards him, eyes twinkling with recognition. She felt a smile come to her face as he watched Sneed shift uncomfortably from foot to foot. 

Rainsford Sneed. Recognized surgeon. Nervous. 

Interesting. 

“Nothing with pepper, I assure you,” she replied. She blinked rapidly, startled at the loud “Sssshh” he hissed in her face, looking around. Rolling her eyes, Molly lowered her voice. “There is no pepper in tonight’s meal. Promise.” She then widened her eyes innocently. “Should I ask that it no longer be served to you?” She placed a hand upon her hip. “I’ll make sure Fanny is aware.” She couldn’t stop the frostiness that suddenly coated her words when she added, “Or is it Lady Belle you’d wish to know this about you?” 

He seemed to stiffen; his eyes boring into her. Yes, she was aware of Lady Fanny’s infatuation. And the proposal. And the reason for the duel leading to Sneed’s injured leg. And the Pepper Jelly. Fanny was all atwitter about the whole thing; finding no listening ear in her own sister. Not that Molly was mad. It was actually quite funny. In an annoying kind of way. 

“No, I don’t suppose...they’d need...to know,” he finished quietly. 

“Suppose not.” 

“Though, should you ever want to be tempted again to try...” Molly reached for the small clay bowl in front of her. “I suggest you protect yourself, eh.” 

She dipped her fingers into what looked like some sort of clear jam and spread it across her fingers. Then, she took his chin with one hand, and started to slowly smear the cool jam over his lips. “To save you from another stay in bed, of course.” 

Upon releasing him, Sneed pressed his now shiny lips together. He silently blinked in response to Molly’s smile of mirth as she turned back to preparing that night’s meal. It took a moment for her to realize he was still standing there, just watching her. Still blinking. She jumped slightly at the revelation before relaxing into a playful smile. 

“What?” she asked him over her shoulder. He had his hands up to his lips. “You don’t trust me, Dr Sneed?” 

“What is this?” he finally asked, venturing a swipe of his tongue over his lips. 

“Animal fat.” One side of Molly’s mouth briefly lifted at the alarmed look on Sneed’s face. “You eat the rest of the animal, don’t you?” She had seen it numerous times when he was extended the invitation to sit with the Governor. “We put it on our hands sometimes. Helps from getting any of the spices under our nails. Hurts like the devil, sometimes, doesn’t it?” 

“Our guest will be arriving soon. Girls, I need you out front.” Lady Jane’s voice was carried from the front of the estate. 

“Well, alright, yes, thank you,” Sneed said with a quick nod of his head. “For the tip.” 

“You’re welcome, Dr. Sneed.” Molly cleared her throat. She rolled her shoulders back, tipping her chin upwards. She did not wish for Lady Jane to find her falling behind in her work. Not on a day so important to Fanny. Only a simple glance across the table as she helped serve dinner would give away her proclivity of “Oh, Dr. Sneed?” 

“Yes?” Sneed asked, spinning on the ball of his foot in the doorway. 

“Glad to see you, too.” 

Sneed bent forward in a short, quick bow, his lips lifting into a prideful smile. He mimed a quick tipping of his hat before leaving the kitchen. Laughing quietly through her nose, Molly shook her head, before getting back to the task at hand. 

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Tag List: @ocappreciationtag @foxesandmagic @witchofinterest @ochub @darknightfrombeyond. If anyone else wishes to be added to the tag list for The Artful Dodger and my OC (who I still can't decide on the name of), let me know!

[oobbbear]

An “what if there’s a pizzaplex location in China” au

They're an Eclipse, but you can just call them Wu Dan

They are a theater bot from the Shanghai pizzaplex, they play the Wu Dan role (female warrior/fighter role) in Traditional Chinese opera. They can sing they can dance, they perform with a spear, and they do Bian Lian mask trick.

Most time they stay as Eclipse but if needed they can switch between Sun and Moon on command. As the picture shows, the red mask is Sun, the Blue mask is moon, the split face is when both are up but not in sync, they can’t stay like that for long it burns their battery, and the white face is Eclipse

Sun is more hot headed and extroverted, Moon is more ‘hohoho I’m evil’ and introverted, when split face, they’re mostly having a fight and they use their traits against each other, when Eclipse, their traits are combined creating an neutralized version of themselves

[squid-seraph]

already know i gotta start the prompts off with my #1 angst character

[letalis-psyche]

I’ve been trying so hard to be normal about my courier but the truth is. I love her. I think about her stupid face and her dumbass misadventures. And I can’t be normal anymore. I’m letting my cringe be free. So be warned, I am brainrotted and i WILL talk about her.

[suspensefulpen]

Not Again

TW: Kidnapping, Captive Whumpee, Chain Restraints

Whumpee pulled at the chain locked over their ankle. They’ve been trying since they woke up. They woke up in a basement alone. They weren’t sure where but something about it looked familiar — they couldn’t put their finger on it.

Obviously, someone kidnapped them and decided to throw them in a basement. But the question is, who would do that and why?

Even more so, why weren’t they dead yet?

Whumpee glanced around to find something sharp but came up empty handed. They sighed and went back to attempting to pull the chain from its base in the wall.

They instantly froze at the sound of footsteps over their head. Gently, they placed down the chain and listened. It wasn’t long before the steps stopped at a door that was far from Whumpee’s grasp. The locks moving filled the short silence before the door creaked open, revealing—

“Whumper?” They exhaled. A smile slowly appeared on their face. “I’m so glad you’re here! You can get me out of this. I’ve been trying for forever now. If you can just—”

They were silenced when he began to laugh.

Did they miss something? Or was this just an elaborate joke to scare Whumpee?

“No, no Whumpee.” He shook his head and waved his hand dismissively. “I am the reason you’re here.”

“What?” They rolled their eyes, a smile on their face. “Oh I get it. You’re mad about that— listen, it was a bad idea and I—”

“Oh I’m mad alright.” He descended down the stairs, coming closer. “But the reason is not what you think.”

Whumpee raised a brow. Whumper stopped in front of them, kneeling down to their level. He gently lifted their chin.

“You got away from me Whumpee.” His voice was low and gentle yet pained. “And you almost got hurt. I’m not letting that happen again. Because I’m never gonna let you go.”

[skiaskai]

Baby it's cold outside and all that

[vaguely-concerned]

you know it is hard to not feel for caterina a little in my worldstate. she loses sight of lucanis for a couple of months while her other grandson has her in jail for grandmother time-out, and by the time she sees him again he is in full undying devotion mode for the guy she sent to get him back. her grandson finally brought someone home, and it's a fairly low-level elven mortalitasi whose family background is 'idk we found this baby in a crypt and liked their vibes' who will not be giving her any biological grandchildren. not even one of the politically well-connected scheming mortalitasi, which could at least have been useful (nevarra is a bustling market for the crows! twenty contracts on the king alone and still going strong! still a payday baby let the good times roll!), but one of the dutybound earnest little freaks they keep down in the necropolis to wrangle skeletons and write esoteric papers and who frankly don't care that much about murder b/c death comes to us all in its own time anyway trust us on this one. lucanis looks at him like he hung the moon, the sun, every celestial object and glittering star in the sky, like he's the only real thing in the world. and in caterina vision she sees this weird little slip of a goth mage guy wearing too much kohl who cracks jokes at strange times and is so hard to read but also gives her the unmistakable flinty 'I'll try to keep this civil if you do the same. If.' eye contact over lucanis' shoulder sometimes, with the utter grave calm that only someone who's a speaker to the dead (and the dead are savage) and who has killed several gods and wouldn't back down from second deicide if necessary could bring to bear. she sucks and deserves this and more but she also does have a whole Situation on her hands here

(I love that rye's relationship to lucanis' family is basically 'I met some of the most insufferable people. but, they also met me'. he tangoed with the god of lies and betrayal so he could waltz his way through a dellamorte family dinner relatively unscathed)

[ane-doodles]

First batch of adoptable kittens ready!!

Woah I still can't believe how many people have been interested in this, it makes me happy!

There are still kittens to be drawn, and the offer is still on until January 10, so if you are interested in adopting your own kitten you can join the queue!

For more information you can read the post here

See you later!

[starset-sarsaparilla]

fun fact: when i first went to the fort to kill caesar i completely forgot about the bunker. it was a stressful return trip

[kr-210-r2700-prime]

myself, discord, 10:01pm:

“…most definitely be stickers. any and all kinds of stickers. decorate your metal wife awesome style. half-tempted to say a majority of the stickers would be gold stars or those “good job!” stickers that they tack onto him with reckless abandon”

[gauzestarr]

Ok so my DF hero is definitely trans and I've been kinda hand-waving the details up until now but I think I've settled on him not technically transitioning until after he makes it to Falconreach.

Basically it would be incredibly funny if he walked into town for the first time and Zorbak was there behind the potion shop like "Psst hey. I heard u want a sex change" and Arthur was like "Aren't you the guy who just attacked me with bears"

[nebuladreamz]

Finally fucking snapping hey chat- because EVERYONE AND THEIR MOMS AHVE BEEN TELLING ME TO GIVE IN

This is probably the. only post i'll probably make about him cause i know this rot won't last long before i submit to FNAF or horror again but anywho HI YEAH THIS IS MY BOY I MADE HIM OVER A YEAR AGO HES MY BABY HIS NAME IS GEO HE IS MY BABY BOY

Something something; he's a fortune teller that people can come to if they need the guidance! He sees the future through the gem in his eye but can only see what could happen instead of anything concrete

@saltyfryz cause you. fucking pushed me /silly /lh

[chaosduckies]

New Years Resolutions!

[ask-serpentine-the-untamed]

Continuing from the last ask...

I present to you the members of Serpentine's clan from left to right:

Jenta (second in command), Greor, Lorka, Murdock, Cyrus (from @askcyrus )

Dorman, Kilko and Guila, Stenn and Calder~!

You can ask them (except Cyrus) questions whenever the ask box will be open~!

[kittysproduce]

#TESFest2024 Day 02: Secret | Golden

Miraak who visited the Last Dragonborn's dreams when she was but a child and became her ever watchful guardian.

Miraak who, in a hasty attempt to save her from imminent danger, awakened a dangerous, self-preserving power laying dormant within her.

Miraak who spared her from death, only to cause her a hundred more.

Miraak who failed, who kept silent... who betrayed her trust.

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8

(Some more Miraak and Kisa lore below the cut)

In my blorboverse, Miraak was the one to catalyzed the Soul Magic within Kisa.

Kisa who couldn't control when and how to command it would then spend the next decade becoming a target of organizations that want to get their hands on her and study/exploit her condition.

Each time she ends up on death's door, her magic will start siphoning in any soul essence nearby to restore her being, whether she likes it or not.

Kisa would spend the better part of her young adulthood thinking she's been cursed.

She'll seek out Miraak—who had cut ties with her on the day he helped her, hoping it will keep Mora's attention away from her for a little longer—thinking he would be able to help her but is eventually doomed to find out that this man, the very one who she looked up to like her own parent, was the one who started the series of unfortunate events in her life.

Fail dad Miraak and his wayward child. My doom driven dragonborns, thank you.

[marclef]

it's Day 16 of drawing Pizzas for October. does anyone else care about these? 🤷‍♂️

you've heard about 2 of the little Fakelings who've grown up and gone off on their own. but... what about one that didn't want to leave? after all, Peppino's Pizza already has shelter and more importantly, plenty of food to live off of.

more specifically, one little Fakeling grew especially fond of a food that Fake Peppino also very much enjoys: cheese. and if there's one thing a pizzeria has a large supply of, it's that. Peppino wasn't terribly fond of the idea of another Fake Peppino sticking around, one is already quite a lot to handle. but this little one turned out fairly docile, and is quite friendly with both family and customers. and so, avoiding the risk of an angry Fake Peppino, Peppino opted to let them stay...

and so came along Goudino, the Fake with a love of cheese stronger than any other! she is the second smallest of the Fakelings, only taller than Pisceno. her love of cheese has changed both her appearance and led to an interesting hunting method: both her tail and tongue are long, flat, and cheese-like in appearance, something that she also uses very much to her advantage.

Peppino's Pizza is no stranger to having rats scamper in trying to get a bite from the garbage and kitchen; and so, Goudino often hides in the darkness, using tail and/or tongue as a disguised lure, to bring the tasty snacks right over to her. her tail is also strong and prehensile, able to be used like another limb to grab things, or even climb with. she is very friendly though, and loves to be around others such as Peppino and Eyhm! at least the clone that decided to stick around is a friendly one, for Peppino's sake, and it's another good source of pest control! huzzah! ✨