#its just ocs

[sleepyguy1nillion]

Untitled - start of a Serpentine Fanfic

The Serpentine were dying.

It was their own fault, of course. The poor creatures seemed to attract tragedy, and this Civil War was nothing short of tragic. Meaningless violence and brutality from all four remaining tribes stained the desert sand and the rocky valleys with young blood. Innocent blood. Families were torn apart as the death toll steadily rose. Parents wailed at the graves of children too young to be buried. Those considered "lucky enough" to survive the battles were haunted by night terrors. The stress, causing their scales to painfully break away from their bodies.

The Serpentine were dying a slow, agonizing death.

Some wondered if it was truly the end for their kind. If this was how the great and powerful race of snake people would come to an end. Not at the hands of human warriors or elemental masters, but by their own kin. It was embarrassing. It was a disgrace to all of Serpentine kind. Perhaps that is why the war never seemed to end. Maybe it was the fighting that kept the thoughts of failure at bay. For in the silence, the snakes would have to reckon with their ultimate humiliation.

No Serpentine would ever willingly admit to such degradation.

And so, the Serpentine were dying.

Dying brutally, dying disgracefully, dying meaninglessly.

The Thing trudging through the desert knew the Serpentine were dying. It could feel the weight of the thousands of lives lost in Its soul. It could hear the cries of hundreds of orphaned mothers in Its ears. It could taste the blood of Its kind, the sour taste lingering on Its tongue. And yet, It trudged along.

The Thing walked alone. Its beige, linen cloak blended in with the dunes. The Thing would almost disappear completely into Its surroundings if it weren't for Its repulsively short tail. The limb barely kissed the ground, rendering the Thing unable to cover Its tracks in the sand. So easily could this Thing be followed, so easily could it be captured. Its pace quickened at the thought before a rush of dizziness forced It to return to a slog.

How pitiful! A creature who claimed itself a "Serpentine" faltering in a true Serpentine's natural environment. The heat trapped under its cloak grew suffocating. The abhorrent Thing was now tripping over Itself, sloppily catching Itself before it fell. If it had thought it was in danger before, surely the danger was growing now.

A hot wind stirred the air with sand that bit at the Thing's face. The unrelenting sun beat down on the nasty Creature as the dizziness returned. Its vision began to double, its legs felt weak. It suddenly toppled over, collapsing face down in the sand. With all Its might, It tried to push Itself up, to stand and walk, but it was useless. The sand seemed to swallow the awful Thing downward into the earth. It fought to stay conscious, biting its own lip, bawling its fists till pinpricks of blood were drawn forth. Its vision became more and more blurred as It stared up at the dune in front of it when from the bright hazy landscape, a dark shape emerged. Confused, It squinted its eyes, praying for some focus. For a moment, it looked as though a jackal had appeared on the dune. The Thing could even feel its piercing gaze. Surely a scavenger hoping for dinner. The Thing felt the world slipping away fast, losing Its vision. Its head rolled back, the Thing was gone.

Not dead, unfortunately. No, the horrid Thing was still breathing slow, shallow breaths. But it would not last long out here. If the scavengers didn't pick the flesh off Its bones, leaving Its skeleton to be buried in the sand, something else would come along. The scavengers would be a kinder death.

Here the Thing lay, an obedient target. In the fall, Its hood had slipped off its head revealing its grotesque scales that, unlike any other Serpentine, followed no rhythm or pattern. Random splattering of noxious blue and green on a black canvas reflected the sun's hateful glare. The Beast should've cursed its maker for creating such a gruesome Thing! A Thing so shameful, so pitiful, so disgusting. A Thing that stood out so nauseatingly bold among the Sea of Sand.

The first scavengers, the vultures, began to circle overhead. A bright beetle crawled across the Thing's face.

It was only a matter of time before there was one more dead Serpentine.

[bugwizard]

I Won't Hurt You

[liquidstar]

Yes, Greece still exists, we didn't all die 2000 years ago. Yes, people speak Greek. You people are so fucking stupid for real. So many of you claim to love ancient shit but can't even acknowledge the actual living culture of the people whose mythology and classics you romanticize. You keep leaving annoying comments about how you just forget Greek people still exist, thinking you're being quirky because you love ancient stuff soooo much that you forgot about the people it came from. You think about it so little you don't even realize that an actual Greek person has to read this shit, making it clear how little you actually care about the culture beyond the romanticized (and westernized) mythology. Don't claim you love Greece, don't use our mythology anymore if you can't acknowledge that we're still around without making it about how little you think about us. It's mind boggling that you'd think a Greek person would read this and think you're anything but obnoxious. Explode.

[tartppola]

last dance with skully

[anbaisai]

Boop!

(Part 2)

[hallowshumour]

Jingle horse. 🦓🔔

[astronnova]

danny phantom cast explorations and thoughts :v

[demaparbat-hp]

Hey, Spitfire! Try not to kill your brother ahead of time!

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Looking for Ursa right after being banished had some...wildly unexpected results. One: Zuko actually found her. Two: she wasn't alone. Three: leaving her children behind in order to protect them was, apparently, just something she did.

Looking at the bright side, Zuko now had a three-year-old younger brother to look after. Looking at the dark side, Zuko now had a three-year-old kid he needed to parent while also keeping him a secret from his father because—may Agni help him—the Fire Lord would have to go through Zuko first if he dared to even look at Lu Ten II.

(AKA an AU in which Zuko is a good big brother and doesn't want another kid to grow up like he did.)

[spicymancer]

Proof of Concept

Spicy preview after the jump

spicy stuff is on the other website.

[choccy-milky]

nowhere in hogwarts is safe to snog 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨🤺 one of my fav scenes from @myokk's oneshot "clumsy" which you can read here! its about seb and mc being stubborn idiots in denial of their own feelings while also pining after each other the entire time 🥰 GO READ IT!!💖💖

[necromosss]

The 'Contact' (DA fan-comic) || Part 2

Part 1 || Part 2 (here) || Part 3 || Part 4 - END

[tinyfantasminha]

living burger meat

[cartarg]

kitty of some sort

[anbaisai]

someone mentioned floyd on my last post and gave me the motivation to finally draw this image summarizing floyd & mayu's dynamic (although whether he feels up to it is like 50/50)

[puppppppppy]

learned something about myself lately

[shhh-secret-time]

Fuck it, OC brain rot won. Get ready for the Secret Ask List

1) Does your OC have a voice claim, if so who?

2) Who's your OCs best friend? How did they become best friends?

3) What song describes your OC?

4) What song describes your OC and their partner/love interest?

5) Do you ship your OC with a Canon character? If so who?

6) If your OC is in a fantasy setting, what profession would they be in the modern day?

7) Vice-Versa! If your OC is in the modern day, what fantasy class would they be? Would they be a different race?

8) What hobbies does your OC have? What do they do to unwind?

9) How does your OC handle their physical health? Do they take care of themselves?

10) How does your OC handle their mental health? Do they take care of themselves?

11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

12) Does your OC interact with other people's OC? If so, who's their best OC friend?

13) Does your OC have a rival? How did it start?

14) Who's a character your OC cannot stand! It's on sight when they see them!

15) Will your OC ever retire? Do you see them making it?

16) How's their relationship with their parents? Are they alive?

17) If your OC has kids, are they a good parent? Do they ever feel guilty if they have to leave them?

18) What are their pronouns? What would they like to be called?

19) What's their sexuality? What's their love language both giving and receiving?

20) If they fight, what's their weapon of choice?

21) What song best describes their relationship with their enemy?

22) Fight or Flight? Are they a lover or a fighter?

23) Is your OC reliable? Can I call them up at two in the morning if I have a flat tire?

24) Can they play any instruments? If so, what do they play?

25) Are they the kind of person who can't resist a good song? Can I catch your OC singing to themselves while they do the dishes?

26) What flower do you associate your OC with?

27) What's their spirit tamagotchi? Or an animal you associate them with?

28) What clique would they be in? (Draw them in the clothes of said group!)

29) Imagine a mood board for your OC! What's on it? (Make it if you want!)

30) My OC and your OC are friends. This isn't a question. I'm not asking. (How do they respond?)