#i am so normal abt these ocs

[disciplesofthelamb]

[I missed writing 💔 Once again posting with 0 context, teehee :3]

[CW: MENTIONS OF VOMITING]

How long had he been outside? Realistically, probably only a couple of minutes. But with the way he felt weak you could've easily conviced him it had been hours kneeled on the ground, hunched over and vomiting out everything in his system. He wasn't even sure how he managed, he hadn't eaten that much, maybe that's why he felt so dizzy.

Silas tried to focus on his surroundings. It was already dark out, probably around midnight. The air felt cold, the grass sharp on his palms. He could still feel the sweat on his skin. All he really managed to do was take deep, controlled breaths.

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe―

A concerned voice called out from behind him. "Silas, dear? Are you still out here?" He didn't respond. Hearing the footsteps approach him suddenly made breathing hard once again.

"It's cold out here, you should come inside." He crouched beside Silas, attempting to reassure him by calmly petting the back of his head.

"N-no, no... Not right now, please." Silas managed to stammer out, he could already feel his eyes watering, his stomach twisting and the bile rising up in his throat. Or at the very least it was more saliva, he doubted he had anything else left in him.

The hand moved to his shoulder. "Silas, let's go inside." The voice no longer bothered with concern, his tone was final. It would almost be demanding if it wasn't so gentle.

"God, just give me a second." He whispered. Silas didn't want to throw up again, but he was so close. Too close, he could feel his breath on his face, sickening.

But he had a feeling that even if he tried, nothing else would come out, only a series of hollow gags.

"Now, Silas." Thankfully, he got up, extending a hand toward him so he could do so as well.

... Silas clutched the fabric of his clothing, still hyperventilating. He desperately didn't want to go inside, not with him. Staying outside and freezing to death sounded so, so much better. But his hand moved to take his on its own, what choice did he have? It hurt less when he didn't fight.

He hoisted Silas up, wrapping an arm around him and guiding him back to the house. The hand on his shoulder felt foreign, even though it had already touched him many, many times before. Silas could already tell that his touch, that feeling would linger there for days... But then again, did it ever leave him in the first place?

[arolesbianism]

I received a vision and had to doodle it immediately

[velvetwyrme]

sometimes i listen to one song over and over again for weeks on end. other times i listen to AM's Hate monologue on repeat HFJFBDKS

[ranacr0ak]

pspspsps come here aphblr take my oc x canon art you know you want to

[starstruckodysseys]

okay fuck it. d20 oc masterpost (or. something. idk)

this is a lot of me yapping but fuck it cringe is dead and i love my guys!!!

this is actually just the main seasons but shhh. i’ve already posted about the other guys anyway <3

reese collins aka lillius (“lilli”) moonstone: they/them, air genasi, college of creation bard + circle of stars druid. named before i got really into the d20 fandom hence why i was like. yeah online name is fine. stage manager of the drama club. eternally exhausted. incredibly strenuous relationship with their dad. kills him at his own second wedding circa senior year. as they should. i have so much extra lore on them but i will restrain myself here lmao

zoë hayes: she/her, human, warlock of a subclass i have not chosen. student at nyu. made a pact with a demon she accidentally summoned in order to get good exam results and is now a protector of nyc. happens to the best of us. literal ray of sunshine. trans lesbian. definitely not a little in love with her roommate (alexis aka lexi (but only if you’re zoë))

honey von hilt: she/her, literally taffy, druid in Some capacity. definitely the one with the least lore on account of my limited acoc knowledge </3 very dear to me though. she’s like 18/19 and deeply afraid of everything and everyone and probably on the run as a daughter of an estranged royal or something. maybe selectively mute as an effect of this i’m not sure. it would explain a lot. her shapeshifting is literally just her molding herself into different shapes

cinna: she/they/literally whatever, mostly human if you don’t count the cybernetics, haven’t landed on a class or anything actually. absolutely off the rails. the rails do not exist for her. has cool jet boots bc i will be real she is very much based on robecca steam from monster high LMAO. bubbly and energetic and acts like enough of an airhead that you think she’s stupid and by then she’s already cheated you out of everything you own. loser

clara silberhaus: she/her, human (for now), cleric of twilight. might also be a paladin or something post ep3 tpk. this picrew doesn’t fully capture the design i have for her in my mind so maybe i will draw her one day. literally thirteen and also the only thing keeping her friends alive. this affects her in a normal way. besties with a very begrudging pib and also ylfa + pinocchio bc kiddos gotta stick together <3 i have a whole idea for her ep4 revival scene but ill save that for later. maybe i’ll write it. she meets the sugar plum fairy and gets an arm made of ice and also nearly drowns. yay :]

[stargazerdali]

I have no way of being cool and chill about these two. Keel (left) and Xosrov (right). Keel is my very first pf2e character and he has. Taken over my brain. Xosrov is the lookout on the ship, and an npc technically but now i am tangentially insane about him too. i have to keep this short bc if i don't this will be a wall of text.

fangirl never dies, apparently it just. lies dormant in ur mind waiting for a suitable pair of homosexuals to latch onto <3

[notsoprocreations]

“Where went that cheeky friend of mine?

Where went that billion dollar smile?”

[thecrazyphantom]

Dulcinea's just in it for the smiles!

(Also I totally didn't just copy and paste my background drawings in multiple frames teeheehee)

@harmonia-university

[casukaga]

i am so normal abt my dnd character…i’ve never understood liking ur oc so much and hyperfixating on them, but. this year………i have done it fellas

[todayis-snowy]

normalise becoming so emotionally invested with a visual novel that you create an entire character and 12 sprites within 2 hours

[br3adtoasty]

Designed another event outfit for an OC I’ve yet to introduce here… His name is Ricardo 🫶✨

Charles in the second pic belongs to @revivemyreverie !

[miscellaneous--bones]

fuckin uhm. trolls

[smittyw]

wip lineup of my dumdums if they went and had a delicious meal (in the dungeon)

more ladies are on the way whenever my brain starts working again, but these are the first three to join the party chronologically. they will have names, probably..

[vounoura]

Come on and feel alive, lover Come on and feel the love like a sinner

[blue-haired-heathen]

(commission by @sunshinemage)

Show me a fatal wound, and I will show you a woman who can heal it. Show me an indestructible fiend, and I will show you a woman who can lay it low. Show me an unlovable wretch, and I will show you a woman who can bond with them. Show me the impossible, and I will show you a woman who spits in the face of impossibility. The one thing she cannot do, cannot fathom even attempting, is forgive herself.

Here is why.

Khair Avagnar’s life fell apart for the first time when she was ten. The ambush of the Adarkim tribe on her own, the Avagnar, began with a hail of fire from the sky, summoned by black mages but reminiscent enough of the Final Days to prematurely awaken the nascent power of an especially aetherically-sensitive young mind. Trapped in a burning yurt that collapsed around her, Khair’s life was preserved—barely—by the power of Hydaelyn… the same power that would destroy her smoke-damaged voice with months of screaming nightmares.

Hydaelyn works in mysterious ways. Whether She always meant for Khair to experience visions of bloodshed, or whether that manifestation of Her power was due to the traumatic manner in which she awakened to it, only Hydaelyn Herself knows. Khair, for her part, spent months incapacitated as the remains of her tribe were absorbed by their conquerors, and every night, she dreamed, and experienced firsthand the death of one of her tribesfolk. By the time the rest of her health recovered, her vocal cords were beyond repair.

In addition to the visions of violent death, Khair developed a new sense. A little like a metallic taste, a little like a crawling sensation under her skin, and a lot like a scent, the new sense allowed her to detect where bloodshed had occurred. Living in the Azim Steppe, where ritual warfare was commonplace, she learned through experience to discern roughly how recent—and violent—that bloodshed had been.

Khair’s life fell apart for the second time when she was fourteen. By then, she had been “adopted” by an Adarkim couple, a deaf warrior and his wife, to be integrated into the tribe and taught to speak with her hands. She was separated from her elder sister and younger brother (their parents having been slain in the ambush) and expected to abandon the traditions and identity of the Avagnar. While easy enough for her, young as she was, the task was not so simple for her sister Tsetseg, who had been nearly old enough to fight when their tribe was attacked, and certainly old enough to have a strong sense of Avagnar identity.

The family Tsetseg was placed with kept a close eye on her, but it was Khair’s foster mother who eventually caught Tsetseg singing an Avagnar song and reported her to the Khan of the Adarkim. She was sentenced to death, executed as a warning to her fellow tribesmen and the other captive warriors to stay in line. Khair confronted her foster mother about it, convinced there must have been some sort of misunderstanding, but the woman was utterly remorseless—smug, even.

That night, Khair cut her throat as she slept.

~*~*~

A curious thing about Khair’s sense for bloodshed is that its potency varies based on the type of aether holding the memory. Lightning and fire are much too ephemeral to hold anything for long. Wind and water hold some of the sensation, especially stagnant air and still pools, but their fluid nature guarantees that eventually the remnants will become too diluted to detect. Ice holds onto the memory for as long as it remains frozen, and earth clings stubbornly to it, but the type of aether that contains it most permanently is the soul.

This property of the soul would be extraordinarily useful if Khair’s sense of soul aether extended beyond her own.

~*~*~

Khair fled the Adarkim the night she slew her foster mother. The sense of bloodshed that surrounded her was like none she had ever felt, even walking in the memories of the slain—heavy and sticky, as if she had bathed in blood-soaked honey. Her foster mother’s death had brought her no catharsis, not when she had died resting easy with the satisfaction of her betrayal, without experiencing any of the torment she had inflicted upon Khair.

Days of fleeing turned into weeks of surviving, which in turn became months of traveling. The sense of bloodshed on Khair’s soul never lessened, but she became accustomed to it, her senses and identity adjusting around it. Remembering the lack of catharsis brought by her first murder, she decided that if she couldn’t escape the blood on her hands, she would embrace it. She took to seeking out the sites of violent deaths, reaching into the memories of those slain, and tracking down the killers to extract the debts they had left behind—in blood, of course, but also, when she could, in pain, terror, and torment, in equal measure with what they had afflicted on their victims (if not always by the same methods, as there were lines she would not cross).

Khair’s travels eventually brought her to the Twelveswood, where she found that the soft murmur of the elementals drowned out much of her bloodsense when she wasn’t actively using it—all except the sense of her own soul. She settled there, hunting and building without harming the wilds as she had been taught, thereby gaining the favor of the elementals. Listening to their voices, she learned conjury under their guidance, and slowed (but did not entirely cease) her grim work of debt collection.

When the Calamity struck, she began to spend more time in Gridania proper to assist with rebuilding efforts and was quickly recruited into several of the local guilds so her skills and talents could be best put to use. Now nineteen and having spent entirely too long alone with her thoughts, she was skittish in social situations and anxious about letting anyone get close. She shied away from others, but found herself pursued by a masked young woman calling herself Yda (along with the girl’s harried guardian Papalymo) and it was she who eventually managed to break through Khair’s walls.

Yda and Papalymo, along with the organization they represented, were intrigued by Khair’s skills and chosen career path, and doubly so once they learned she was guided by the Echo, but it was Yda’s utter determination to be Khair’s friend, no matter what Khair said about herself, that convinced her to join the Scions. Though her image of herself was long-since cemented, and the sense of all the bloodstains on her soul certainly hadn’t faded, she joined them, discovering in the process just how much she had missed being around others.

Time passed. A cousin of Khair’s who followed in her footsteps in leaving the Adarkim (minus all the murders) joined the Lancers’ Guild in Gridania and reconnected with her. She developed other close bonds in her own guilds, often finding herself (ironically, to her mind) playing the role of peacekeeper. She and Yda dated on and off, enjoying themselves if not necessarily committing. She grew close with the other Scions and found that, though her life was very different now from how it had been on the Steppes, she felt like she had a tribe again.

As a Scion, she would go on to find purpose and conviction, but it would be many years before she would (with the help of an Ascian of all people) begin to examine and deconstruct the irredeemable image of herself painted by her bloodsense.

[thecrazyphantom]

Wh

What if I put my Shinx Oc...

Next to yours? @harmonia-university

👉🏽👈🏽👀💧

My oc is named Spindel btw :3