#its MY blog and I get to POST ABOUT MY OCS if i WANT to

[ohburgee]

𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲

sanguinius x modern!fem-oc

tw: yandere themes, violence, death an: my second 40k fanfic, this is about my favorite primarch, Sanguinius. I know my blogs are focused on yandere stories and suddenly posted 40k fanfic, I've been a fan of 40k and got motivated to write a fic, I just wanted to share that's all. And sangi is a yandere here so I won't miss my yandere traits from my blogs, also in the first paragraph is the summary of the start of story. Check my first 40k fanfic, Remembrancer. summary: Soleil a painter from the modern world when she suddenly get the imagination of someone, a beautiful angel, as she always see the angel's face and decide to sculpture it, when she started to dream the angel. She was sick and got worse when she got attack from a serious sickness and didn't have time and died but when she woke up and saw the angel she's been dreaming.

It's been hours now as she stares at the Fallen Angel painting.

The painting got her attention not just because It's meaning but something why she had been staring. She started to imagine this mysterious angel in her mind.

She can't help it and starts to sketch the and paint multiple canvases of the angel, she often sees this angel in her mind.

She started sculpting the angel and that made her comfortable as she could have something to do in her art life, even if it made her crazy.

As she walked out of the museum and drove home. She reached her home got inside the house and went to her art studio the first thing that greeted her was the sculpture of the angel and she admired it for a second.

The angel was doing a standing pose as its face looked up its long wavy blonde hair wrapped half of his shoulders the right hand down and the left one holding its cloth wrapped around him, and its wings stayed idle behind his back.

She took it for months sculpting and then started dreaming about the angel, she remembered where the angel wrapped their wings around her with a gentle whisper, and when she was saddened by the death of her grandmother, the angel was there comforting her, it was like a guardian angel protecting her.

This became a cycle of her life and started to draw that angel and now sculpt it. She sighed and went to her desk full of sketches and letter envelopes, is she going crazy?

She felt tired as she coughed again and blood went to her hand, she already consulted her doctor and said she had the same sickness as her grandmother she thought she might die any soon as she laid her head on the desk and slowly closed her eyes, then her sleepy consume her.

...

I slowly open my eyes when I feel like something is behind me and slowly sit up and see myself in a large room as I look around saw a few candles around golden, brown-colored furniture, and the room is also the same color.

I suddenly feel a pair of hands on my shoulder and when I react and see wings wrapped around me I feel someone's chest in my back and I turn my head to see those angelic faces as they lean close to mine his long wavy blonde hair fall to my face.

"Look at you my star, very beautiful" hearing a soft, calming voice as his hand touched my face caressing it, "I can't wait to feel the real touch of your face, and see those beautiful eyes" he added and I feel comfort but eerie at the same time.

"Soon you'll be here with me. Soon" when he said those last words.

She woke up from the sound of a phone ringing and you look at it's your mentor's number and yawn and stretch yourself.

What kind of dream was that, it feels like real but there's something like a message.

...

After walking for hours in the art exhibition Soleil roam by herself when her eyes caught one painting.

It's an angel, a warrior as it holds a spear and stabs the creature down looking like a demon.

She had been staring for minutes when she was distracted by Mr, Poirier, "You liked this one dear" he said and Soleil nodded her head she didn't have anything to respond to.

She looked at him but when her eyes caught someone walking behind, a tall man wearing a long brown coat and it's long wavy blonde hair tied down, her eyes widened, is he real?

She decided to walk towards the man and when as she passed by the crowds caught the man and turned around and saw his face, was not the face of the angel she had seen and the blonde hair she had seen earlier was just brown hair.

"Is there something wrong?" He asked and she shook her head, "No nothing, just mistaken someone I'm sorry" Soleil apologized and the man nodded his head and walked away.

She heard Mr, Poirier walk towards her and she turned around to face him, "Are you alright, Soleil? Oh dear please tell me if you're not we can go home" he said and Soleil sighed and nodded her head and they both got out the exhibition.

Mr. Poirier took her home and she thanked him and drove away, she got inside her house before she could walk another coughing and more blood out and she felt dizzy.

As she walked to her art studio and went to her desk she slowly losing breathing as she started to look for her pills, scattered all the things on the desk, and when she found it her vision was slowly blurry and her breathing became weaker and weaker.

Is this the time? Is it my last?

Slowly darkness consumes her and she falls to the ground and no longer breathing...

When the moon shines through her art studio window and through the sculpture and her lifeless body then suddenly a white feather falls to her body.

...

A soft sound of fire was heard and Soleil slowly opened her eyes, when her eyes were fully open still blurry she slowly sat up and saw herself on a bed she touched the smooth silk blanket around her as she looked around the place and saw the same thing in her dreams.

She got up from the bed unaware of where she was, looking around for anything to know but nothing when she decided to walk towards the door but it was locked as she looked around once again and when she heard the door open and she turned around and her eyes widened, I'm a seeing thing again or is this dream?

She looked at the person who walked in and saw the angel she had been seeing in her imagination and dreams, as the angel walked slowly towards her as she saw the wings moving happily, he was wearing a gold armored and a big red thing to his chest as he now closes her.

"My star you're awake, how's your sleep?" He spoke in his soft angelic voice. No this is just a dream, "No. This is real, my star" Soleil looked at him confused "Calm yourself" he said as Soleil looked at him, the angel could hear her heartbeat and as Soleil began to overthink, she remembered that she had fallen down and... She is Dead.

What... How.. How did that happen? How did I end up here, is this heaven?

"There's no such heaven here, my star," he said taking her hand and leading her to the bed and sitting her "Take some more rest you have to gain all your strength back after that chase" Chase? What chase?

"You breathe heavily when I chase you and you almost lose your breathe and fall unconscious" the angel said as Soleil look at confused.

"Drink this it will make you feel better," the angel said as he handed her a cup she took it and drank and the angel smiled at her "How obedient" he took the cup and put it back where it came.

Soleil looked at him as she checked his appearance it was really the same as her sculpture and the wings were absolutely admiring if she was seeing real things, she couldn't believe the real wings of an angel as it looked soft, she wanted to touch it.

When the angel noticed her eyes admiring she heard a chuckle and her face turned to him "What are you staring at my star" he asked as Soleil looked at him "What's your name?" She asked wanting to know the angel's name.

"Sanguinius" the angel replied and she looked confused, how do I pronounce it? "Is that really your name?" Soleil asked and the angel nodded "What about your name my star" Sanguinius asked looking at her "It's Soleil", "That name means the sun, beautiful name you have" The angel smiled at her.

"Where am I?" Soleil asked and Sanguinius looked at her "You in my ship, we just got travel from your home planet" he replied as she looked down, and before she could ask another question the door opened and a large red-armored man came inside, "My lord the traitor speaks" the armored man said as Sanguinius got up and took your face with his hands.

"Can you wait for me here, my star I'll be back when I finish something" Sanguinius asked she nodded her head and suddenly surprised her when he kissed her forehead and got out of the room with the armored man and the door closed.

Soleil looked around and tried to process everything that happened, she was dead from her world, and now here, did I get reincarnated? Her mind speaks and when she walks through the door gladly it opens and slowly walks out of the room and sees a dark hallway with some torches attached to the wall.

Medieval times? She said in her mind and started to walk through the hallway when she passed a room with an open door and didn't hesitate to walk inside.

She looked around and found a computer and went towards it, she tried to use it but she didn't know how, when she saw the papers and tried to look and some sketches she gladly saw some in her interest and saw some armored men in sketch and some weird looking creature too.

When she suddenly heard a scream coming from the hallway walk out of the room and slowly walked towards the sound she reached the room where multiple red armor were around and saw one of them on the ground no helmet on his head he coughing of blood.

As she saw Sanguinius raise a sword and slash the man's head and behead him, Soleil slowly walked backward as she heard Sanguinius speak "A traitor should deserve death" When the angel heard her heartbeat and turned to see fear from her eyes.

Soleil didn't hesitate to look and ran towards the hallway as she tried to find something, somewhere to hide as she heard footsteps coming and she sped up and bumped into metal and scratched her arm, blood coming out but she didn't stop and ran.

When she came to a room her eyes widened to see a sculpture of her as she saw herself looking like a Greek woman with a cloth white wrapped around her and the way the detail of her face really matched hers.

While she watched the sculpture of herself a pair of hands grabbed her and the angel caught her and wings wrapped around not letting her go, "You made me worried again, please don't run away" the angel spoke.

"You killed people why... Why yo-" "He is a traitor there's no mercy or forgiveness, what he did is wrong and is wrong, and needs to face death," Sanguinius said as he cupped her face letting her face him, "Did I scare you?" Soleil nodded her head and kissed her forehead again.

"You'll used to it soon" as he looked at her "I see you saw my sanctuary" Sanctuary? "You were my comfort when I was feeling down as I came from the battle I always stay here and stare at your sculpture," he said as he said those words in a soft tone.

"You are my peace. my comfort. my light. Without you, there is nothing but darkness again. That's why I made a sanctuary the sculpture of you" he added as he looked at her in full of admiration as he looked at the sculpture and back to her.

"And now I see my real sanctuary," he said as he caressed her face with his thumb "I also did too, make you a sculpture I can't stop seeing you from my mind," she whispered softly and the angel smiled, and kissed her forehead again and he notices the blood bleeding from her arm, he senses something that can't control it any seconds.

When he heard one of his sons coming he quickly grabbed her arm and put it to his mouth where the scratch was, and Soleil reacted and whimpered from it as she looked surprised at what just happened, he couldn't let his own son smell the blood of her.

When Soleil slowly gets dizzy as Sanguinius continues to drink her blood as she gets weak, he can't control himself. When Soleil touches his face his eyes widen and stop but Soleil already falls unconscious..

...

Soleil slowly opened her eyes once again and slowly sat up but a hand stopped her and she turned to see Sanguinius sitting behind her in the bed as she was still dizzy.

"I'm sorry I can't control myself from drinking your blood" Even he can actually control his red thirst but it's her blood, she heard him apologizing, and she sighed and looked up to him, "You drank blood?" She asked "Mhm it's part of me it's called red thirst" he replied as he smiled at her.

"Go back to sleep my star, you're still tired," Sanguinius said and Soleil obeyed and lay herself down on the bed any second her tired self let her fall asleep, when Sanguinius noticed her sleeping he brushed out hair from her face and smiled once again as he leans his head closer to her.

"I never expected to find someone like you from another world and I kept dreaming of you. Now you're here the real you" his fingers brushed against her cheek, lingering as he admired her sleeping form.

"You are my solace, my comfort and I promise I won't let this disappear away from me. No human can have you, only me" he added his fingers still brushed to her face.

Sanguinius leaned closer to her ears as he softly whispered, "Yourself, your mind, your blood, it's all mine but don't worry you still have freedom but I won't let you have the other freedom" and he kissed her forehead once again and feel the warm from her.

[limesquares]

some style tests of my guys :3

[khaosssss]

guhhhfsjkhhjksdfehkjfhkj posting this and heading to bed i pray that it snows enough so school gets canceled i cant do this anymore /lh

[kirisclangen]

Zelda

She/her, 65 moons, cis molly

[tinyfantasminha]

👍

[magicpedia]

lines up fanon!sirius with a double barrel shotgun. throws it to the side as i beat his face in with a brick instead. just a fyi

[thegreatyin]

who is the scoundrel? I see you posting about them(it? Idk) all the time but I haven’t figured out who they are

my fallen london OC! i made them by accident a few months ago and as you can tell ive very quickly developed scoundrel brainrot. it's a terminal illness for which there is no cure and the symptoms are instead of brain there is scoundrel.

in terms of actual character rundowns, their full moniker is The Bandaged Scoundrel, though i tend to call them "the scoundrel" for short. their real name is D█████, but they'd sooner die permanently than respond to or even acknowledge its existence.

they are! a bastard! a rat! a son of a b___! a motherf______! they are vain beyond your wildest imagination and they think they're the most infallible perfect being in all of existence and they have the exact attitude of a saturday morning power-hungry cartoon supervillain on cocaine.

and also, perhaps most importantly, they're Really Fucking Stupid. because of course they are.

they are resplendently awful. they are inevitably going to cause their own demise in an act of pure karmic retribution. they are a speck of dust in history that desperately keeps trying to insist they're actually a tornado. i love them dearly.

in loose conclusion while also acknowledging ive explained literally nothing; my goofy silly victorian london browser game player character that deserves to get timetraveled against their will to the 21st century specifically so they can get hit by a truck

[good-beans]

(Milgram self-insert oc masterpost hehe)

Name: For the sake of posting online I’ll call her Rose!

Color: #E7355B [the pink in the art]

Age: I guess she’d be 20 given when Milgram started huh.

Status: Milgram Staff, Machine Technician

Symbols/imagery: ballet/musical theater, science experiments

Song genre: very similar to Mahiru's, something upbeat and extra pop-y

Tentatively she's number 011? She's not really prisoner but she's also not free to come and go, so I'm not actually sure if she'd get a number (Edit: I've decided she'll actually be 012. Staff is given the 01X range, and even though Es doesn't actively have a number they'd be staff member 011, making her 012.)

Story: Since the project is supposed to be realistic/present day, the mv machine would be brand new and unpredictable tech, so they’d want someone keeping up on maintenance and making sure the brain-invasive process won’t cause any harm to the prisoners. Rose was studying abroad in Japan working on some cool neuroscience tech (irl I know nothing about technology or brains but shh) and she stumbled upon some secret tech/plans from Milgram. Long story short, she was dragged into the experiment to make sure things ran smoothly.

Writer's Reasoning: She’s really fun for me to play around with, as she allows me to work with a character who has a tiny bit of pull over Es’ mindset in conversation but not the final decision (aka mirroring the voting system), and someone who is simultaneously trapped in the prison but has a reason to see all the canon content.* I really enjoy the character interactions and dynamics Milgram has set up so far, so it’s been super fun seeing how things change for better and worse when someone not quite aligned with either Milgram/the prisoners is thrown into the mix!

*As much as I love dramatic irony in fiction, it would drive me crazy if I knew every detail of of the vds/mvs but Rose didn't – and every single Milgram character is The Worst Communicator Ever so I couldn’t justify that she’d hear it secondhand from them...

Story roles:

She’s a bit conflicted -- she’s officially Milgram staff and knows she should remain neutral on the prisoners, since she won’t be allowed to interfere with the process/executions. At the same time, her job description is literally “make sure the machine doesn't hurt them and everyone's safe :)” and she's way too emotional to avoid getting hopelessly attached to everyone 😅

I really enjoy the theory that the machine extracts videos based off of priming, so one of Rose’s duties involves listening in on the interrogation and making sure there’s been enough material discussed/not too much time has passed overall (hence the ringing of the bell happening at different lengths for each vd -- That's her ringing it :3). She then watches the mvs along with Es to make sure there are no machine glitches, and know how to calibrate it better for next time.

(IEdit: I've since decided to add in official trial mvs, but before when I wasn't ready to tackle that:) She has to run some tests on the machine to make sure things are calibrated correctly, so she'd extract little things here and there. It gives me the opportunity to think up lyric snippets and recurring symbols for her without worrying about full encompassing music videos.

I'm not afraid to admit she can fall into Mary Sue territory every so often by being everyone's friend, because it's less about "aw everyone likes her" and more about "canon is too painful rn and I need a fix-it tool to take care of these guys and give them hugs and tell them someone forgives them and cares about them and unfortunately these characters wouldn't let anyone less than a friend do that." Rest assured she's definitely not perfect and will fuck everything up on occasion :3

Miscellaneous: Whenever I play around with normal au ideas she's still working on the machine (but in a public, more ethical setting), and she's Mahiru's roommate :) Her character isn't super focused on love, but if I had to pick a cover song it'd be Stickybug II. It's very much my vibe, the lyrics fit well enough (better than most songs, at least lol) and it's one of my favorites out of my limited knowledge of unchosen Deco songs! (Edit, I've actually given her non-deco cover songs hehe)

So yeah, I hope she's not too boring without a cool crime to decipher, but I wanted to share since I was really proud of her! It took a bit of tinkering to find a way to fit her into a perfect secret-third-thing role that runs very smoothly with all of canon, so I was very excited!

[dangaer]

have to admit it following that last post, if we're shipping im 9/10 times rereading the media and looking at certain parts through a ship tinted glass set. i put it on the dash sometimes rather than dms because i'm extremely nervous that i'm going to come off as too much but, you know, i'm working on that.

[frogshipping]

I'm starting to find myself more interested in Wilson again, so I might reblog more posts related to him. It feels great for my love of this character to grow again, since it was pushed down after I stopped talking to my ex-best friend.

The problem is though, that I actually ship Wilson more with a regular OC of mine than I do with a s/i. So even tho I wanna post about him more, I'm finding myself tempted to remove Wilson altogether from my f/o list. Should I ship him on this blog with my non-s/i OC here? Shoul I just remove him? Idk what to do, I'm conflicted :/

[theophexislegacy]

Hi! I'm @ophexis/@phexart and I decided to try out starting a sideblog dedicated to swtor! I want to post my OCs, maybe their stories, screenshots and whatever i feel like.

I'm still working on the blog theme and on a character page...just waiting for support to get back to me! My swtor art (mostly just shitposts so far really orz) will still be posted on my art blog but I'll probably reblog them here.

Not sure *how* much I'll be posting, but it'll be nice to just have a place to put my OCs casually.

My main is Kenth Olen on Star Forge! I play solo but if you've ever witnessed me getting stuck in a bunch of rocks on Alderaan while trying to climb a cliff, know that I am waving at you happily and also hoping you did not notice me getting stuck in scenery.

[starwhipnspin]

just learned how to use mecabricks the amount of custom minifigs imma make is gonn be absolutely disgusting

[vehemourn]

god they were right. those ocs can brainrot

[syn-odics]

i just have to face up to the fact that no one gives a shit about your OCs if you cant draw

[datwinky]

Reasons I'll like but not reblog an artist's art:

1. I am, it's just in a queue

2. It's art I really like, I just don't want it on my blog (which is just an archive for posts I want to go back and look at later)

3. It's something I like but don't really understand the context of like a fandom I'm unfamiliar with or OCs and don't want to reblog because it makes tagging difficult which messes up my organization

4. It would go on a blog (either main or side) where I have no followers and don't have the blog TO gain followers or communicate with and it literally would not spread to anyone for that reason

5. I've been on this site for 8 years and even then have memory issues and use likes as a way to mark what posts I have and haven't already seen/reblogged

6. And the one you want to hear the least: yeah. Sometimes art is nice enough for a like but not a reblog. It's called preferences. It's not a matter of technical skill or effort put into the piece or fandom they're not in or whatever. Sometimes you just don't vibe with something that much. That is NORMAL. A like and no reblog there shows, at least for me, "hey I can appreciate the concept behind it/technical skill/etc" but I won't reblog because for some other reason I just don't like it enough to have it on my blog. If the idea that not everyone will like your art enough to show it around to your friends is that big of a blow to your ego then you need to stop posting it because that is EXTREMELY unhealthy. It does you no good and only serves to ruin your relationship with your art. Stop

I have had it with this likescolding. “Tumblr doesn’t have an algorithm so likes don’t actually do anything” motherfucker I am not clicking that heart to give some post better ~algorithmic visibility~ I am clicking that heart to help my internet friend microdose on serotonin as god fucking intended

[elecman108]

To the anon who sent me anon hate about my OCs from my valentines post:

What the fuck are you talking about??

(I will give them a vague response under the read more. TW for multiple people (myself included) being misgendered repeatedly, racist comment (that is not repeated) and homophobia/transphobia.)

Okay. I am not going to screenshot the ask. It uses racist language and I am not about to give that a platform.

First of all, calling Theo a racist comment is not cool, and then turning around and saying his relationship with Seven (who was consistently named "Steven", which gets dumber in a second) is problematic because he's a person of colour and Seven is a "Colonizer-European cisgender Karen with no brains" is just... what? Also stop misgendering Seven as a woman. Dickhead.

Second of all, what the FUCK did they mean Vic and Nash are "too gay" for a heterosexual relationship because "[Vic] looks like a femboy so [she] should be one"?? Stop misgendering Vic. Is it because they respect each other? Or is it because the anon looked at my homosexual boys (Theo and Seven) and decided that the most homosexual guy of the duo was a woman so they needed to ensure at least one of my Valentines Arts were gay? Dickhead.

Also they absolutely ran out of characters for the ask as they got to complaining about Alpha and Yvette and only typed out "that [guy] with the white and black hair has a stupid hairdo and you should feel ba", which is funny enough. But still... Dickhead.

Anon also called me a "filthy tranny", which I assume is related to me being non-binary and regularly using multiple sets of pronouns, but then turning around and calling me a "cisgender" is just the totally wrong language to use and also doesn't make sense. If you want to insult me, call me a woman next time. Dickhead.

I honestly would've thought it was a shitty copy-pasta if it weren't for how specific it was. So to the Anon that decided, on Valentine's Day no less, to be a dickhead in my ask box? Get deleted, dickhead. This post will not get deleted as it will stand on my blog as a reminder to any further dickheads that I will delete your stupid shit immediately after making fun of you. I will not stand for y'all's racist or homophobic or transphobic shit.

Also I'm convinced anon is probably a "MAGA Shithead" given how incomprehensible the ask was and the fact they went back and forth on calling me trans or calling me cis depending on what was incomprehensible.