#im great at naming my ocs

[bat-luun]

(tags via @encryptidarchivist)

YESSSSS i love him very much hes my darling beloved!!! <33

(ramble below cut cuz this got so long oh my god lmao - cw: suicide mention)

The tma oc is actually an au version of 'Pai Rite' (he/she)! He's player character i made while co-DMing a Call of Cthulhu campaign. He's originally from 1982 Chicago and about 28 years old. Her og lore and backstory and what played out in the campaign is rather complicated so imma leave it out. (tho i'd happy to rant about it lol-)

For the tma version: She uses her full name more often than just her nickname/chosen name; Joshua 'Pyrite' Kerr (he/she). She was born in 1978 in LA, moved to England in 1997, and died 2010 at age 32.

She is marked by both The Vast and The Spiral! (in the same way Martin is a mix of The Eye and The Lonely)

Pyrite has a rocky relationship with his parents from the start, his father was killed/taken by The Vast when Pyrite was only 17. His mother was killed by The Spiral, which triggered Pyrites leave to England to study mathematics at the King's Collage in London.

(Idk if it would really work all that well in canon but I've taken The Vast in a less 'real' direction? Like making it less of a place of endless mist or whatever but making it more like a concept?) Pyrite's father was a mathematician and investigating/trying to figure out more of the pi number. The horror of the uncomprehendable powered my the Fear drove him to insanity and eventually suicide, leaving his family suddenly and without a word.

Her mother, turning even more hyper religious than before, turned to pseudoscience as a way to cope with the grief (buying crystals and crafted religious symbols/spells to protect her, and doing other low-key paranoid superstitious stuff).

She eventually got her hands on some colorful (sea)glass shards which she hung by the windows to catch the light and "ward off evil".

The glass is an artifact of The Spiral! It slowly multiplies in numbers in the given location, and starts changing colors/patterns of objects within it's line of sight (though the owner is the only one who can see it's effects).

The longer the artifact is a set location and affecting it's victim, the more intense the distortions get (pottery/dishes "melting" or changing shape, entire rooms becoming mirrored, objects switching places with each other, glass clinking sounds being heard from every room, ...). Eventually it moves from inanimate objects to people in the victims life.

Pyrite's hair got turned a purple/pink as a cause of the artifact. Panicked, Pyrite's mother took a hammer to the glass, breaking it untill there was nothing left but dust. Pyrite found her body later that day as it was being taken away by paramedics. He moved away after that, taking a single glass shard as a keepsake to remember her by, having no idea of it's effects.

He went on to study mathematics in London and found his fathers research notes, going down the same cursed rabbit hole he did.

She did become an avatar for The Spiral later on as the artifact went on to distort any research notes Pyrite made/found beyond recognition, essentially 'winning' and making her a Spiral avatar. Pyrite died in 2010 after Gertrude and Michael stopped the great twisting. Died mad and dazed and out of breath, trying to keep her grip on the only thing that was left of her mother, the destruction of the ritual making her take her own life.

me and my best friend(one of the other co-DMs) did art of Pai Rite and his gay boyfriend Revemine for valentines day!! :D

(also tagging @horrid-mothlegs for if you want more info for when our tma ocs can hang out >:])

[wtftaylr]

saw that ref on pinterest and thought to myself. perfect. that's my boy Swank when Benny goes on yet another bender

then i went even crazier and made this, ft my chairmen ocs (Jerry, Gully, and Unnamed Tops Restaurant Manager that Gully is plotting to murder or w/e). enjoy. anyway i'm gonna go pour myself a celebratory drink (coffee)

[wikiangela]

fuck it friday

another snippet of the barbecue fic (aka another snippet of buck being horny for his boyfriend lmao I swear this is a wholesome fluffy family fic haha), this is my priority now, I wanna finish it soon so send all the motivation haha <3

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“Behave.” He scolds with no heat behind it.

“Mhm, yessir.” Buck purrs, his lips moving across Tommy’s bare shoulder. 

“Fuck.” Tommy breathes out and completely stills, and Buck can’t really see his face but he knows his boyfriend closed his eyes and is trying to calm down – which can’t be easy with Buck still plastered against his back. “This food is gonna burn if you keep this up. And we have guests to feed.” He adds, and as if to make a point, he flips a slightly overdone burger, Buck hindering his movements just a little bit.

Before he can respond, he hears another voice get through the chatter and music and reach his ears.

“Buck!” Chimney calls, and Buck looks over his shoulder to find everyone’s eyes on him, amused expressions on their faces. “Don’t distract our cook, we’re starving!”

“I’m just scolding him for taking his shirt off.” Buck says easily, then adds a little louder, to Tommy but making sure everyone hears, “Babe, you’re gonna burn yourself, you’re a firefighter, you should know better.” He shakes his head, and Tommy looks back at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, you’re gonna pretend like you don’t approve?”

“Oh, I so don’t, Tommy, at all.” Buck tries to keep a straight face, but a chuckle bubbles out of him anyway. “You’re such a distraction, this is dangerous for everyone here.”

“I think you’re the only one with that problem, Buckaroo.” Hen laughs, and only then Buck remembers everyone’s still paying attention to them. It’s so easy to get lost in Tommy, to feel like it’s just them, even in a crowd of people. So distracting. It’s a hazard, really. He should keep Tommy away from everyone, preferably locked in the bedroom with him, for everyone’s safety.

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[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

[computer-gummy-worm]

for some reason i just seem to love making sonas for myself, and i thought a great god grove godsona woud be fun to do, so heres Arle Foolery: the god of humor :o]

[puppymons]

Little puppy with a little friend

[daipeanutsaiban]

day out

[cfrog]

Two new CanCan friends? Maybe?

[seriousbrat]

@annasghosts I didn't want to pile on that post any more lol but I wanted to reply to this because it's interesting.

To me headcanon always implied something that could feasibly be canon. Like, to me it means "in my head, this is basically canon". So presumably something that you think would fit believably into existing canon but just hasn't been confirmed. So a headcanon would be "I think Vernon Dursley is a chelsea supporter", like u can't just go "I headcanon that the avengers came to hogwarts and were sorted into a secret fifth house".

It does seem like it's been warped over time. In some ways I think this is okay, such as saying "my headcanon is that Sirius was gay" even though iirc jkr said he wasn't*. Because even though it's not true in terms of the author's intent, it also doesn't contradict canon in any significant way. There's no concrete information either way in the actual text and it doesnt (or shouldn't lol. anyway...) change anything about the character or the story.

however since most of the fandom has Pretending There Is No Info About the Marauders disease, this just leads people to use 'headcanon' to mean "any random thing I made up on the spot which I personally would like to be true" to the point it has no meaning lol. Since the fanon Marauders are basically just OCs at this point, their "headcanon" are just character traits that they've given to their original characters. Which is kind of funny.

*edit: apparently jkr did not say that and I misremembered/was misinformed. BUt I do think it's likely that he wasn't intended to be gay, so I think my point stands anyway.

[miscellaneous--bones]

Hey guess what I finally watched

[crescentfool]

@catnatch drew whiffy the squiffy for me for artfight! thank you for drawing my girl she is the best 🥺💙

[pigeons-with-jello]

jaw clentched teeth grinding nails being bitten shoulders tightened knees locked I MADE ANOTHER CHCARACTER DO YOU GUYS WANT TO SEE HER SHES WEIRD AND SHE CAN SENSE MAGIC AND SHE WANTS TO KILL MAGIC AND SHE HAS A STAR MOTIF AND

[fatbearteddy]

havent been drawing much lately but heres a sketch of my butch da foppish dandy

[iucemon]

"I'm so hungry" you say, foolishly. (clank clank clank clank) "how hungry 👀"

I'm not great at translating 3d objects, but their helmet is supposed to be this shape

Kinda a robosona, kinda an OC. Somewhere in between. They are the person I become when I am In The Zone (kitchen). It's too hot to make curry, but I can't stop thinking about it...

I went with the concept of a humanitarian aid robot (who goes to disaster zones and makes tons of food for the affected) who runs a cooking blog in their off time. The bell pepper shield is meant to double as a cutting board/serving plate (it's the future, I'm sure they've figured out how to make surfaces that automatically clean themselves, lol)

Colors wise, they are literally curry and rice. Plus red/orange/yellow bell pepper, spinach, and carrot (the belt embellishment is meant to read as one of those decorative gems megaman loves so much, but also it's totally a slice of carrot)

I couldn't resist giving them a bowl hat (no actual curry in it tho, it's just colored that way)

[quibble-auk]

Transformer OC lore!

Okay, this little chapter is pretty short. I made it really quickly and didn’t really review it that much so I’ll probably go back and make some edits later.

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@thebrokenmechanicalpencil I hope you know that when you had made the comment in that one repost about Dropmix and his morals being dodgy I cackled like a madman. This unfortunately doesn’t include the explanation for the music tho.

Dropmix reflects.

WARNINGS!: I actually don’t think there are any in this. Look at me go.

Dropmix silently sat in the medical bay—alone. It wasn’t that he minded the solitude; in fact, it gave him a chance to think, reflect, and brace himself for the inevitable storm that would follow this rare moment of quiet. His music filled the space, soft and soothing, a comforting backdrop to what could have been a lonely silence. Being the only medical officer on this quaint base definitely had its perks, but he would have to be stupid to not admit how isolating it was.

There had been other medical staff before, but most had been reassigned to a medical station located further away. That’s where Dropmix sent most of his serious cases after stabilizing them, which meant his medbay often stayed empty of long-term patients. This front of the war hadn’t been seeing a lot of action anyway. Usually the bots stationed here had to travel some distance before they got involved in any important battles. Even then, the skirmishes were small and the autobots usually came out victorious.

It may have gotten a bit lonely every once and awhile. Dropmix needed to spend most of his time in the bay so he could be ready just in case something happened. Unfortunately, most mechs avoided it unless they needed something from him. He couldn’t really blame them, usually it was busy in a place like this.

Under normal circumstances medical officers would scold mechs that loitered around the medbay when they didn't need anything. Medical models were very particular about who was in their care. It was just part of their nature. Just like how they were perfectly alright with being isolated like this. Most of the ones he’d met enjoyed the silence of an empty medbay. It didn’t matter that people only came to them with their issues to solve.

Really, Dropmix couldn’t blame the other bots on base for treating him like this.

For all they knew he was just another medical officer, they didn’t know any better than to treat him like he was a medical model. He had put a lot of effort into appearing like one after all, unfortunately he would never be able to mimic their natural programming. Maybe that was why he hadn’t been transferred to the medical station despite his greater experience and qualifications compared to some of the relocated nurses. He wasn’t built for medical work in the same way they were.

The red and black mech huffed to himself, staring down at the datapad currently in his hand. The lights were dimmed slightly, the quiet of the base attesting to the hour. He should have been resting like every other mech not currently on the nightshift, instead he had been re-reading the same report over and over again. The report was nowhere near professional, that's what he was meant to do, take the information given and submit it as an official medical report.

Bluerunner: deceased

It was a pity, Bluerunner had been a good mech—quick with a witty comeback, easygoing, and always ready for a joke. He’d been a welcome presence on base. Bluerunner was an unfortunate loss, he would be missed. But that wasn’t what was bothering Dropmix. No, it was the other mech mentioned in the report that had him reading it over and over again like a broken record.

Sunrazor

Dropmix would have been perfectly content never hearing that name again. He wasn’t supposed to, he had put all of that behind him. Dropmix had moved on. It was foolish of himself to think he would have been able to outrun the past like that. That the mistakes he had made wouldn’t come back and haunt him. That he wouldn’t be punished for what he had done.

He set the datapad down on the desk, deciding to focus on the music selection rather than the darker thoughts churning throughout his head. He mindlessly scrolled through songs on his hud, he would need to look into getting some more soon, his library was far from small but it could use some more diversity. Dropmix selected a different playlist, an old favorite.

The first battle had been devastating, the sheer amount of bots lost had been a brutal reminder of the consequences of war. The presence of Sunrazor only promised more loss and pain. Dropmix would need to request for some aid, hopefully it wouldn’t be ignored like his other attempts. He usually wasn’t overwhelmed with injured mechs, there was no need to send more staff to help him when they were needed elsewhere.

Sunrazor would change that quickly. It was only a matter of time.

The black and red mech turned his attention to his computer, swiftly inserting a small data chip into a port and typing in the password to unlock it. He needed to look through some of his older personal files for what he wanted to find. Dropmix could help stop her, he may be the only autobot that had the knowledge of how to hit her where it hurt.

For any other medic it would have been easy to locate her files. For the majority of autobot medical staff when filtering for files including “extreme augmentation” nothing would come up. Even when it came to Decepticon medical staff, most would have a page of empty results.

Dropmix had well over a hundred different files pop up.

None of which were titled with the patient's actual name��rather the serial number given to them. With the help of a few more keywords the list was narrowed down and he was able to open the file. Sunrazor had been a patient he would never forget, she was the first success, which was a surprise. He had missed her first augmentation surgery due to his hand being damaged. When he was finally able to be brought in he had to undo what the fill-in had done.

Like the other times a medical model was brought in they had attempted to sabotage the patient. Technically, it was medical malpractice, but so was what they were doing so he couldn’t really blame them for it. They saw it as a mercy to the subject. They weren’t wrong. Death would have been more merciful than the fate that awaited them.

Usually they approached Dropmix afterwards and asked how he could do something like that to a mech and still sleep at night. How a medical model, who was built to prioritize life and heal, could do this more than once, be involved in such a project. Dropmix never had an answer for them. Circuitbreaker had defected to the autobots after that.

The first mistake they made was always assuming that he was a medical model like them. That his central function was to heal. Dropmix didn’t feel like he was rebelling against his core directive when he tore someone apart only to rebuild them as some twisted version of themselves. Torrent had always liked that about him.

[mizzyislost]

fuckin. cowboy?? themed session??? when?? i dont even know anymore

very heavily inspired by this awesome piece by chamy-melo!! definitely go give it some love would not have made this. without it.

much better version in case you didnt want to look at the freaks and instead appreciate. the wonderful cowboy crew. so sad they got stuck next to those disgusting weirdos

also complete with head in hands i drew while making this. sums up my process pretty well