#inspiredrawaw oc

[jatcv930au]

BLACK AND THE BEANSTALK!!!

(Part 2)

Black was immediately terrified, as she heard hissing and sniffing coming closer to her hiding place and once she’s caught, she would be punished for eating their food, not only that, but also for her trespassing. She was meeting a dead end, and she got to act fast. But the poor demo ink blot is so scared for her life, she could barely move out of her hiding place. Such a coward she was, she even heard one of the dogs growled and even… talk?

“We know you’re in there, intruder. We all can smell you, so come out!!”

Black was then confused but terrified. How can a dog talk? Then, the cat was talking too.

“Relax, Fester, I’ll deal with it,” the black cat explained, “I’ll use my spells to take them out of their hiding place…”

“But Jinx-”

“No buts,” Jinx cut him, “I do smell it too, so let me do the rest. Besides, no one can’t resist my witchcraft magic, and don’t worry, they wont get away that easily.”

In doing so, Jinx, a giant witch black cat, uses her spell with ease, dragging Black outside of her hiding place. With Black being fully exposed, she did get a good close up of the animals. those animals were black, like her, head to toe, except for the little gray demon puppy and death omen dog. Two of the giant dogs looked with concern and worried, while the others looked shocked and a bit angry about her, “The little vermin” she is.

“Well, well, well,” the giant snake hissed, “ My what do we have here, fellas? A little snack thief?”

“It sorta looks like Asmodesus,” the giant crow cawed, “It looks just like us, but the problem is that it took nibbles of our food.”

“Perhaps, I could use a little snack. Feed me that creature, Jinx,” Asmodeus asked politely, “It’s time to teach this little vermin a lesson.”

“…. Okay, as you wish.” Black was panicking, she couldn’t die like this, she just wants a home and a friend, more than just a friend but a happy family. Black whined and begged to be spared, but curse her speaking, they didn’t understand her. Before Jinx was about give asmodeus his tiny snack, one of the dogs, Soul, growled and barked to stop them from eating her alive. Thanks goodness, someone finally understands her feelings. Later, they discussed and decided if they could or want to keep her. There had been some arguments, while others just watched and listened.

“I’m not so sure if we could take care of a little creature like that, Soul,” Jinx murmured to the puppy, “It’s none of our responsibility. Plus, she doesn’t even know who we are. And no, Rufus, she’s not a human, she’s different to everyone. Right, Zuzu?”

“Agreed, Jinx,” Zuzu the crow answered, “We’re not risking a tiny creature like her to stay with us.”

“But she could be Jinx and Zuzu. She’s something else that we don’t know of,” Soul counter argued, “Oh please, Jinx, she was like us. I could tell from her eyes, abandoned, hurt, hungry, poor, and had no one to care for her. Like Rufus, he joined us, because he lost a human friend.”

“… Let us talk about it privately…” The others agreed with Jinx and went to a private room, leaving small/tiny Black, giant Soul, and giant Rufus all alone in the other room together.

“Hey don’t worry, you’re not the only one who was welcomed small sized…. Me and Rufus had been there. I’m Soul, and this death omen dog is Rufus,” Soul smiled. Black was a bit scared of Rufus.

“Don’t worry, little one, Rufus like to make new friends that are smaller like you.” The death pupper barked and licked Black gently to show a warm welcome, showing a goofy smile to her. Black smiled and giggled as she felt comfort and warmth in their protection, but there was something special about the Demon puppy that made her blush. He comforted her, he understands her feelings, and make her feel like she belongs to him and Rufus, hopefully the other pets as well.

Minutes passed and the pets finally came out of the room to explain their final results to them. From the looks of their faces, it seemed agreeable to Soul’s explanation and comparison to their lives. Their result was keeping Black here and make her become a family of their own. Black and the other dogs were so happy, as celebrated with the pets to warm welcome to their new home.

“Welcome to our home, little one,” jinx politely smiled, “We’re’ sorry that we threatened you. All we need is an apology and your name, please?”

“….” But all Black could say is…

“…?” The pets were confused. Black was embarrassed and was in guilt. She can’t even speak a word that any species could understand because her species is unidentified. Then, they realized that she could still be a baby and can’t speak the language like they do, which is understandable why she can’t speak yet…

‘One day,’ she thought to herself, ‘one day…’

“Anyway, let’s find out your name and hear your apology later,” Jinx continued, “for now, we are called team… DARK PETS…..”

“Welcome to our side of the family, little one,” Fester smiled, “I hope you feel comfortable with us and be good friends with you!” ^^

Black smiled back…. ^^

TBC…..

@kaiju-wolfdragon @mimiocto @psychonauts-razigula @ask-de-writer @mean-bf777 @starlightgirl242 anyone else?

[inspiredrawaw]

I got to draw today :]

[jatcv]

Finally, my work is done! This took up to 8 pages to do different characters crossed with my ocs! This took waaay longer than I thought, but glad it’s finished, but… here it is! ^^

1. Progress Pride

2. Go Transgender 🏳️‍⚧️

3. Pansexuals

4. Lesbian Lovers

5. Bi-sex Pride

6. Just Ace-sexuals

7. Gay Pride Couples 🏳️‍🌈

8. Future Clovers Gender Pride 🍀

Vincent, Jack, Bandit, Harper, and Ethan belongs to @ninjahaku21art @tales-of-moonlight-city-blog

Berolt belongs to @aceandpals

Cj belongs to @themaskedchris

Ace and Val belongs to @inspiredrawaw

I hope you all enjoy it!

HAPPY PRIDE!!!

[jatcv930rp]

@ostrofkey3

Ein/Elrach: ! (Screams for they were getting beaten up by peppino)

[th30ryart]

Cultivated a lot of JSE sketches, drawings and doodles for a few of my au’s I have with a friend of mine! It includes a few OC’s made for said au’s as well, in case there’s any confusion on some characters

One of the characters is based off of @inspiredrawaw’s IRIS employee uniforms, specifically the Wtchr uniform!

I’d be happy to elaborate or explain any of them further!

[twd-draws]

Old dtiys pieces of @inspiredrawaw 's oc myrvin! Stil love how these turned out :>

[ghostofodellion]

I found my black paper pad and had some fun with charcoal— it’s omen, again, I think this is an *omen* I may or may not being hyper fixated—

[jatcv]

(LAUGHING)

🤣🤣🤣

Anyone want to draw Phoenix sister's? :P

[solaneceae]

for @inspiredrawaw because their ocs live in my brain rent-free

emo deer and shy dragon boi have a heccin snuggle. thats it, thats the tweet.

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Waking up was a... difficult process. Slow, sluggish and almost sticky, like being pulled out of a particularly deep quagmire. Darkness was clinging to his body and mind, keeping his eyelids stubbornly closed, a sensation of numbness and weightlessness planting the seeds of doubts. Was this real? Was he dreaming?

Normally, this wouldn’t be an issue… except he couldn’t remember falling asleep. Nor could he remember… much of anything, really.

He was stuck in this state of hazy confusion for what felt like hours, with no sensory hint as to where he was, head and ears filled with cotton, too stiff and tired to move an inch or open his eyes. He wondered, however briefly, if this was what death was. Maybe he’d fallen off the boat and drowned. Maybe a monster got him, and he just couldn’t remember it.

Mh. If that was truly the After, then it was a tad underwhelming, wasn’t it.

“...’en? Drakken? Are you with me?”

Recognition sparked in his slowly waking mind, followed by fondness. That voice. Omen’s voice. That formal inflexion, that little scratchiness Drakken had come to love. He could now feel a pressure on his upper back and shoulders, his arms, his chest… like he was being held.

Was his partner taking him through the gates themselves? In a way, the prospect was reassuring. The young dragon wouldn’t have it any other way.

But then he thought of Amber, and how devastated she’d be. Oh Gods, what had he done? Curse the Morrígan! Them, and all of this starfallen, cussing pile of moonrocks!

“Wake up you sod, you’re not dead just yet.”

...Oh.

That made more sense in retrospect. It took effort, but opening his eyes confirmed that he was, indeed, very much alive, and not being carried off to the After following an untimely demise. Merely laying down on his cot inside the boat, his back supported by what seemed to be his favorite deer, swaddled in a thick fleece blanket with a wool beanie on his head. And something was breathing against his neck.

He opened his mouth to speak, but his jaw felt so stiff, his tongue swollen and hard to move… “Mmm’n?”

“Shh. Don’t move yet. You fell asleep outside.”

He had? Oh, cuss. Drakken knew he didn’t do well in the cold at all, but it had been pleasantly warm today and he hadn’t expected the temperature to drop so much once night fell. He’d just been so fascinated with the blinking stars, trying to find his favorite constellations… he hadn’t realized how cold it had gotten until it was too late, it seemed.

Omen shifted, reaching for one of his frigid hands. “Can you move your fingers? Here, try to squeeze my hand.”

The dragon complied, wincing as his digits twitched and flared up with a dull, but pulsing pain. “H’rrts,” he managed to slur out, loosely grasping Omen’s warm, furry paw for a short moment before letting go. Something was changing- he actually felt the cold now, his body breaking into little shudders and spasms, his teeth starting to chatter. Wasn’t he supposed to be warming up? There was something radiating warmth against his chest… a hot water bottle?

“C-Cold,” the dragon slurred, now full-on trembling. He heard Omen hum, felt their hands rub up and down his arms through the blanket, their nose press against his jugular. “It’s alright, sunflower. Your body’s just starting to work properly again,” they assured him. “It’s a good sign.”

Was it? Drakken didn’t know, as mustering complex thoughts was a little difficult at the moment. He tried to move his arms to lay his hands on the hot bottle, but Omen quickly stopped him. “No, Drace, love- don’t, please. Your hands will just hurt more if you do that, and it’ll send cold blood right to your heart. Let them warm up on their own.”

Drakken let out a quiet croak of complaint, but quickly gave up, too drained to fight it. Mrf.

Well, at least his chest and back felt warmer. Even Omen’s nose felt warm, and that was weird, because Omen’s nose always felt cool to him, and he knew this because the deer loved to sneakily press it in the crook of his neck to make him squeal and squirm, and he’d flush and mumble complains while the deer smirked at him, because they both knew he didn’t actually want them to stop.

Mmh. Omen was so mischievous. And their coat was always so soft, and warm like a baby chick, chick-chickadee. Drakken liked to press his nose to theirs, and laugh when they took an offended expression whenever he went in for a playful boop. They were so proud all the time. I come from a prestigious family of death omens! they’d say. Regal. So pretty.

Ah, he’d lost his train of thought. And Omen was looking at him weird. “You need to warm up more,” they said, gently maneuvering him to lay him down on his cot, adjusting the blanket and water bottle. Drakken complained with a quiet whine, which the deer stifled with a little hush. They’d make him tea, they said. They’d be back real soon, they promised.

Drakken watched his partner smile fondly at him, then walk out of the room, their hooves clicking on the wooden floor. Drakken sniffled, shivering in his blanket, numb tail twitching as it slowly wrapped itself around his waist in an attempt at self-soothing. Please don’t be long...

***

The fallow deer placed their hands against the table, taking a few deep breaths to calm down as the sound of boiling water filled the tiny kitchen.

They’d tried so hard to keep themselves from visibly panicking, when all they wanted to do was to scream and cry in the crook of his boyfriend’s scaly neck, and tell him how scared they’d been, how their blood had run cold when they’d found him, silent and still on the cold wood of the deck, his chest barely moving and lips so blue and no no nonono can’t lose him not him not him-

Hissssssssss

Their spiraling thoughts were drowned out by the distinct sound of the kettle whistling, snapping them out of it. They swore bitterly, rubbing their head and taking the kettle out of the fire- they couldn’t fall apart like this. They had to take care of Drakken first and foremost, make him feel safe. They weren’t the one being hurt here. Being outwardly worried would only make it worse.

They focused on stuffing Drakken’s preferred blend -black tea, ginger, clove, cinnamon- in a tea ball, pouring the hot water in a mug and leaving room for cold water. Infuse, get the honey, cool it down, too hot will hurt him, where’s the spoon, have to hurry...

***

“Here, I’m going to help you sit up, hang on. Up we go, c’mon… There, you’re doing great, good job love. Let me- no no, Drakken, keep your hands inside the blanket, alright? Let me give it to you. Your hands will hurt again if you try to hold it.”

Drakken gave Omen an affronted look -which made them smile a little bit- but complied. Now that the dragon was upright, Omen proceeded to hold his head up, gently pushing the mug to his lips and tilting it, letting him take a few tiny, cautious gulps.

He looked better- the frost had completely left his scales, and even though he was shivering still, he no longer seemed incoherent. He choked a little on the last gulp, and Omen gently rubbed his back until his coughing fit had subsided and he laid bonelessly against their side, but his breathing was steady, and so was his heart… “Feeling better?” they asked quietly, hand gliding up and down their boyfriend’s back. Drakken hummed tiredly, his cheek slightly smushed against Omen’s shoulder. “Y-Yeah… thank you…”

Silence reigned for a few minutes, punctuated by each other’s breathing and the occasional shaky whimper from the cold-blooded dragon. Before he spoke again. “ ‘m sorry…”

Omen tilted their head, antlers bumping against the wall. “What for?”

“Should’ve paid attention… been more careful. Made you worry.”

The child of Death frowned at that. “Do not concern yourself with that. It is fine. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“S’not though…”

The deer blinked when a cool hand grasped theirs- Drakken was shifting against them to look into their eyes, squeezing their fingers in a firmer grip than before. “You’re always- so careful, always thinking about protecting us. You always r-remind me to be careful when it’s cold, and I wasn’t careful enough, and I’m-made you worry and I’m sorry…”

Omen was stunned- Drakken had just experienced dangerous levels of hypothermia, yet he was concerned about how they felt?

Had they failed to conceal their fear so badly that even Drakken, out of it as he was, had been able to pick up on it?

They let out a shuddering breath, letting their head rest against the other’s, eyes clenched shut. Drakken knew them way too well. Their emotions, now bursting through the damn, making them feel like the lost, scared little kid they had been once. They said nothing, letting their boyfriend cup their face and brush over their fur knowingly. In this moment… there was no need for words.

His claws were sharp- dangerous. Yet he always touched them so gently, so carefully. Even now as his arms left his cocoon of blankets to wrap around Omen, pulling them down into a comforting hug.

“ ‘ey.”

“...Yes?”

“ ‘luv you, treasure.”

The deer felt a surge of affection swelling in their chest. “I love you too, sunflower,” they breathed out, voice a little bit shaky as they returned the dragon’s embrace.

And when Drakken squeaked when they pressed their nose in his neck, Omen knew he was going to be okay.

[ksketchington]

Fanart for @inspiredrawaw

I really like your animation and your style a lot so I decided to draw fanart of your oc :> Hope you like it and continue to do fantastic work!! 🌟

[thebluejaysworld]

👀😳🔎😪🤷‍♀️📝

finally getting to this XD Okie, here we go! This is really long... So I’m going to put it under read more.

- A piece I tried something new:

This was the first time I tried experimenting with the symmetry tool, more stable lines, and coloring on different layers! It was a lot of fun to do and really helped me in the long run! (Oc belongs to @inspiredrawaw , as this was part of an art trade! Still have their piece as my lockscreen btw XD)

- A piece that turned out better than I was expecting:

this is a tough one, because there are just so many. But I think I’m gonna go with

this was super challenging for me to draw and even now it doesn’t really register that it’s my own art. But I’m still really happy with the way it turned out XD

- A detail I’m really proud of

I’m really proud of this one in general, but especially since A) it’s a redraw from when I was in a very different place artistically. and B) all the effects and poses that I was able to put into it.

Although a close second would have to be-

because of all the detail/thought pu into the design that I was never gonna use. (But That you have welcomed with open arms XD)

- A (writing) piece that was meant to be short but took on a life of it’s own

All of Shadowed Hearts! It was supposed to be a quick “ok this is Jane and Phoenix’s backstory. So that we can move onto them being youtubers. Meanwhile Ian sorta raises Talon on his own as one off stories”! But did My brain let me have that? No XD Now I’m writing a novel XD (and I’m so glad!)

(Also technically an entire fic I accidentally wrote with @seagullsausage called “Prices to pay” Put It’s not actually written written... Nor is it posted XD)

- Favorite POV I wrote this year

Honestly, I didn’t actually write much this year. And what I have, I’ve really enjoyed. So I guess it’s a threeway tie between the crossover (I think that was this year XD), “The hero in Red”, And The story with Dare and Dee.

- A line or paragraph I’m really happy with

“He startles as he hears the door unlock. He jumps up. Ready to run and greet his mother and the red hero she spoke of. But when the door opens, his mother isn’t there. But, instead, just a man. A man with dark hair, and dark eyes. Who smiled at him. Wide and with interest. But without the warmth of his mother. But upon closer inspection… He was definitely covered in red. Was that what his mother had meant?”

This paragraph still legit gives me shivers. (It’s from “The hero in Red” btw)

[blackberry-ink]

My part of an art trade with the lovely @inspiredrawaw​! Had the pleasure of drawing their oc, Amber!

[inspiredrawaw]

So I’m doing the commission poll over on Instagram and the interest poll is doing about the same as tumblr did

But the price range poll is pretty different so far. Here the bottom 3 we’re pretty close to one another with only a 3%-ish difference. But instagram the lower option has a really good lead so far

It’s just fascinating how my 2 audiences see the same polls differently

[jatcv]

@kaiju-wolfdragon @cjexesblog

Black/Soul: (snuggling into Willow’s fur and sleeping together)

It was a very cold Winter. Princess Stella had authority by her both mother and father to visit Willow and her family, but along the way, maybe someone kind enough will take her to them

Stella: (shivering from the cold) Brr, it’s cold! I need shelter, fast!

[inspiredrawaw]

so I made a Unvale account mostly because having a pot to put references and lore writings in the same spot was a great selling point (it’s free)

you can upload images of your OCs and lore writings :]

I currently have Myrvin up there and will do my other OCs laters

[inspiredrawaw]

Myrvin casting a Pegasus star constellation ⭐️