#i love tormenting my ocs

[shrikeicee]

that first post was supposed to be a one-off but warden hybrid riley glued himself to the inside of my brain so i had to draw him again

i fuckign love worldbuilding with minecraft as the setting its so fun so anyways i imagine hybrids in general would be uncommon- not rare but you wouldnt see one on the streets every day either. boss hybrids (ender dragon/warden/maybe creaking ??? dont know much about it, could also just be a hostile mob) anyways boss hybrids would be like super rare among hybrids cause in my universe they wouldnt occur naturally. so like normal hybrids (hostile/passive/neutral mobs) could occur thru like maybe genetic mutations?? or mutations brought on by magic??? its minecraft whatever. so like hybrids are born all the time they happen normally is what i mean.

boss hybrids however arent made naturally u have to go thru Some Shit to become a boss hybrid, whether on purpose or not. all this to say riley would become a warden hybrid fully on accident. he and the mining team he was on discovered a deep dark biome but they didnt know what it was cause theyre so rare and the average person doesnt go that far into caves. so theyre fucking around and logging their findings when UH OH warden appears and beats the shit out of them. with riley in particular, the warden keeps attacking him even after hes dead. warden hybrids happen when a bunch of skulk debris gets into the corpse before respawning, so when the warden kept attacking his corpse, that preventing him from respawning for a bit and mixed a bunch of skulk into his corpse. thus, he respawns and hes suddenly blind and taller and uh oh hes a hybrid now. fun times!

so anyways hes not like Completely blind but he sees everything VERY blurry so everythign is just very vague blobs of color. also his pupils are constantly huge so hes very light sensitive. thats why he wears the cloth over his eyes so theyre not randomly hurting cause he looked at a light source without realizing

this couldve been in the tags but View My Wall Of Text Boy

[reineboots]

After seventeen years, I’d finally found my actual, real life soulmate, and she wouldn’t even look me in the eye. My own soulmate hated me. Was there anyone left who didn't? I felt a knotted pit coalesce in my stomach, and I hugged the bedcovers around myself as I tried to ignore the hard lump in my throat.

[ajastu]

have some sympathy, Davrin, a tragedy has occurred 😔

HOWEVER, I think they would be repressing so much stress during veilguard that stepping on a snail in that moment would become kind of the last straw. not talking from personal experience at all

yayy oc rambling

anyway, i think Zea normally wouldn't like. cry about accidentally killing a little creature like a snail. Like, they would be sad, but you know, cest la vie, the mere fact of existing brings with it many small accidental deaths that we just have to come to terms with, if we notice them at all.

[klimtsonian]

NPCs for my VTM game 🧛🏻🏛️🩸✨

[helplessavacado]

The blondies have very different opinions on the matter of pipe-weed and Alda has no hesitation when it comes to insulting and/or threatening royalty.

Fili ends up putting the pipe away for the rest of the watch and he’s a bit pissy about it but whatever

[coolbattlegirl]

"No way back..." 🦋

[vilochkaaa]

doubts.

(there's gonna be some oc rant below this comic‼️‼️)

Octavian's longtime childhood dream was the ocean - a cold, vast expanse of water that holds mysteries that even the most experienced scientists have yet to discover.

This interest was instilled in the boy by his father, who worked as a marine biologist like many members of his family. In general, his father himself dreamed that octavian would join him in the future, seeing the spark in his eyes. but here was the only factor that ruined this future. octavian's mother. she was a strict, unapproachable woman who wanted to push her son into "more significant business that could bring income and success". (it's amazing how they got together with her husband and how they're still not divorced...) It was necessary for her to set her son on the right path, she wanted to give him a future that she thought was better and good for him.

Since most of the time she was engaged in the upbringing of her son, while his father was lost in endless expeditions and explorations of the Gemstone Sea, it was she who contributed to the fact that Octavian gave up his dream, compelled by the fact that a more serious and promising a great future profession is just what he needs. a lot of money, a good post - is it really possible to give up all this?

Since then, Octavian has followed the path his mother wanted to set him on, wanting what she herself had - a job with important paperwork in a corporation. Thus the young man became what he is now - a logistics manager in one of the most fundamental corporations in Ferngill - Joja.

But in the end, during this "small" business trip that led to the valley, Octavian began to have doubts about his path again. Doubts that slowly turned to a sense of betrayal of himself.

The betrayal of that small, naive boy, who had read all the books on marine biology and his father's scientific notes with incredible enthusiasm time after time.

maybe it's time for a change?

[capn-twitchery]

i can't believe i made grace one entire year ago today,,,,i also can't believe it happened to fall on a "captain it's wednesday" wednesday

happy birthday grace!!! 🎉🥳 sorry i have done nothing but make your life worse for 365 days!!! 🎉🎉🥳

[twilitseas]

“ This Family is cursed. Stars cursed to slowly fade and blink out of existence, forever using their light to save someone else. “

“ That curse… that curse ends with this Starry Sky. “

[avoidmint]

Today I had a struggle drawing much, but I decided to redesign my version of Gadget's brother - Thyme!

If you've followed me for a while, or doom scrolled through my blog/art tag, you've probably seen him before. His name used to be Sage, but that was before I discovered that Sage from Sonic Frontiers existed. So I renamed him Thyme!

Hopefully that name isn't also secretly taken, I only know of so many herbs.

[jaypgartifacts]

halloween season sketches

[keeps-ache]

hit random on a picrew n dressed him up :3

[inks below because they're neat]

[plaguedbirds]

i might have gotten really into demon slayer over the past month...

these are my ocs, Hizuru and Amuro Shiratori! they are siblings, and are both Demon Slayers, though Amuro was made to retire from being a Hashira due to an injury a few years ago. they've been living absolutely rent free in my head, especially Amuro bc i had the wonderful idea to give him a massive crush on Kyojuro & not give him the chance to confess before Kyojuro died 🫡

Hizuru is doing fine though, nothing much going on with her. she's rank Kinoe and doesn't plan on becoming a Hashira any time soon.

[preciouslittle-bhaalbabe]

Valerie had left early in the morning to collect more herbs in a forest clearing for her poisons. It was barely dawn. The sky was a sleepy purple haze and the birds had just started their song. It was no Underdark, but it'll do.

While her back is turned she hears an odd noise combined with smoke and the sudden smell of sulfur. A strange man in fancy clothes appears behind her.

"Well well, what manner of place is this? A path to redemption? Or, a road to damnation? Hard to say. For your journey is just beginning."

Valerie raises an eyebrow and folds her arms over her chest, saying nothing.

"Well met, I am Raphael. Very much at your service."

"Pleasure, I'm Valerie."

"Charmed I'm sure, in more ways than one". He eyes her up and down with a smirk.

"We should have a chat, you and I. But not here. This, quaint little scene is decidedly to 'middle of nowhere' for my tastes."

"Really now? I thought it was peaceful."

"A howling wasteland full of monsters? My my, your taste seems to lean towards the exotic, doesn't it? No matter, come."

With another puff of smoke and a flash of light, Raphael and Valerie appear in a richly decorated room with a large fireplace and a table with ludicrous amounts of food.

"There, middle of somewhere."

"Could you be more specific than 'somewhere'?"

"The House of Hope, where the tired come to rest. And the hungry come to feed. Lavishly. Go on, partake! Enjoy your supper. After all, it might just be your last"

"Quite the theatrical one aren't you? Am I to assume this charade has a point?"

Raphael laughs. A deep, booming laugh that echos across the walls. "Are you not entertained? Well, far be it for me to disappoint."

More light flashes, and the strange man transforms into a devil. With scaly red skin and piercing yellow eyes.

"Ah, how very interesting." Valerie purrs.

"What's better than a devil you don't know? A devil you do."

Valerie takes a few steps forward and places her hands behind her back, staring Raphael square in the eyes.

"Am I a friend? Potentially. An adversary? Conceivably. But a saviour? That's for certain."

"And why, pray tell would you want to 'save' me? What do you want?"

"Oh a mere trifle! How valuable is ones soul, really? I'll venture an answer. It's worth very little, with a tadpole in your head. But I could fix it all, like that." With a snap of his fingers, various sconces around the room suddenly light up.

"You love the sound of your own voice, don't you?" Val smiles and turns to the table. She slides a group of plates out of the way and hops up on the table ledge. She braces her hands behind her and leans back slightly.

"But why do you wish to help me? Surely there are other morsels more deserving of your company."

"It's what I do. I help the poor and destitute. Consider it a charity."

"I'd sooner see the hells freeze over than a charitable devil, and my soul is seemingly worth 'very little'. So why don't you tell me what you really want?" Valeries body curves like a snake as she crosses one leg over the other. Raphael's eyes instantly snap toward the newly exposed flesh on her legs.

"See, I'm not the only one infected."

"Ah yes, your...Companions. Adorable as they are, I prefer to work with the leadership, you understand."

"Naturally. But I think we both know this plot goes deeper than a silly little tadpole in some unlucky souls' heads." Valerie uncrosses one leg just to cross them again in the opposite direction, Raphaels eyes dart over her figure once more. She notices, of course. The tight black dress she's wearing hugs her curves in all the right ways. She knows exactly what she's doing. There's a glint in her eyes that almost feels like a challenge.

"See, I've encountered infected cultists who think the tadpole in their head is the voice of a god. There are layers to this, devil. So again, what could you possibly want with me? I have something you want, don't I? Or, maybe you just like playing with your food." Valerie brings her hand up and admires her nails, appearing disinterested.

Raphael walks over to the table and looms in front of her. He places both his hands on either side of her on the table and leans down.

"I think you and I could help each other. To our mutual...Satisfaction"

"You still haven't given me a reason to agree. It seems that I am the object of interest here." Valerie straightens up and moves her face closer to Raphaels, barely a kiss away.

"So go on then, devil. Tempt me."

The heat radiating off his skin smells of cherries, musk, and sulphur. He looks her over and tilts his head slightly. Valerie mirrors his movements to his distain, and intrigue. His mouth opens slightly and his nostrils flare, like a predator trying to get a scent.

"Quite the pretty little thing you are, little mouse." Raphael purrs. His voice low and sinister.

"Honeyed words won't get you very far with me, dear. Why are you so keen to avoid the subject? Surely it can't be that you have nothing to offer?"

"I could make that tadpole in your head vanish in an instant. That's not good enough for you?"

"What good is one tadpole removed from my head if the world as I know it is about to end? You know something. I have something you want. Or maybe what you really want is a new plaything, bound to do the work for you."

"Oh my dear, you are my plaything, wether or not you choose to accept my help."

She rolls her eyes and sighs. "You're not making this deal very enticing." She wants him to grovel. He wants her to beg. They're at a stalemate. Staring into each others eyes without breaking. Never before has a client been so...Defiant.

"Hellcat got your tongue, devil?"

If he's to have her, he has to concede. Just this once.

"What is it you desire? I could give you anything you want. Along with the tadpole gone."

"Anything?" Valerie leans in closer with lidded eyes.

"Anything" He breathes. He opens his mouth slightly and goes in to maybe initiate a kiss. Valerie's head coils back and she huffs out a slight chuckle. Amused by how easy that was.

"Let me think about it, and get back to you."

Such a tease.

A low rumble echos from Raphaels chest. His mouth twists into an expression of annoyance and amusement. This one likes to play games. He thinks. He straightens up and backs away from her slightly.

"Be sure you do give it some thought. After all, those pretty little symptoms; sundering skin, dissolving guts, they haven't manifested yet. Have they? One might say you're a paragon of luck."

"Luck has nothing to do with it. There are forces at play here much bigger than you or I, and I intend to get to the bottom of it."

"Then I think it would be best for you to have me in your corner."

"Maybe, maybe not. Like I said. I'll think about it. I'm sure you'll be skulking around, waiting. If I need to find you I won't have to look far"

"I'll be around indeed. Watching. Now, if you'll excuse me. I have other business to attend to. Let's get you back home"

Raphael offers his hand and Valerie accepts it, hopping down from the table. Raphael then raises her hand to his lips.

"It was a pleasure to finally meet you, little mouse. Do take care of yourself, it would be such a shame to lose this succulent form of yours to an illithid tadpole."

"Farewell, Raphael. I'll see you around."

Valerie smirks and starts to walk away from him. Raphael then snaps his fingers, and in a flash, she vanishes from the House of Hope. Returned to that forest clearing he found her in. Once sure she's gone. Raphael then shakes himself off slightly and adjusts his doublet. He clears his throat, fixes his hair, then leaves.

[rotten-machinery]

abandoning your child: ancient style <3

(PILLARS (ANCIENT OC) BELONGS TO @ardienothesieno !!!!!!)

[inkedover]

happy birthday to me and happy new year to everybody. long post under cut .)

man I've had a rough year. my mental issues have been off the charts and I've had multiple panic attacks and breakdowns over the course of this year, especially during these last few months where seasonal depression starts kicking my ass. however, I still wanted to at least write something to the people that have made this time bearable.

@splatting-stampede

you are an amazing person. I might not have had the courage to come out and say it before, but you are one of the reasons why I hesitated before doing anything drastic with my life. your support, kind words, just your overall presence has done wonders for me. I’m so grateful that I can call you a friend.

@voice-o-fallacy

idk if you’re surprised that you’re on this list or not, but I think that you more than deserve it. your support gave me the boost to continue posting stuff when I didn’t want to anymore, your words and your incredible fan art made me keep going because I didn’t want to disappoint you. thank you so so much.

@fandomandangstlover

I don’t think I’ve shown you the appreciation you deserve. I’m always so elated when I realize you’ve seen my work and every time I see you in my notifications it softens my mood so so much. thank you for being here, thank you for showing just how much you enjoy my art.

@metashades

same goes for you!!!! I swear you’re probably one of the only people that my social anxiety could handle talking to on the server. it’s insane how comfortable I feel with your presence, and I hope you know that you’re cherished by me.

@christycherri

I saved you for last because we're friends irl idiot/j/lh. you’re carrying my mental health in school, and honestly you’re one of the only people that I actively seek out to talk to. it might not seem like it to you, but I struggle with socializing and the fact that you’re my friend always astonishes me. you’re so kind to me and I’m always so so happy to be around you. can’t wait to see you once break is over.

~

even if you aren’t listed here, just know that I recognize every recurring person in my notifications. knowing that I have support from so many people, even if it’s just because you like my art or writing, eases my mind. thank you, all of you, for being here for me. I truly appreciate it.