#karmic ocs

[literallyangelshaw]

Im giving myself an ANON name now YAY

(Guy who was too scared to make pocs because lack of representation shall hence forth be dubbed; 🖍️. Why? I LIKE CRAYONS.)

Please tell me more about this oc. In depth.

- 🖍️ anon

Probably gonna be on DTI all day so I thought why not craft some listener oc looks and yap about them at the same time!! Starting with the OC I mentioned to this anon yesterday.

Hera! (Infodump under the cut)

This is Hera's Wedding Outfit

Hera is 5'0 tall due to a multitude of short folks in their familial ancestry, they're transmasc but hyperfeminine. They're pansexual and I strayed a bit from canon Angel stuff here but, I made them a child star/model. Their mother pushed modelling onto them in middle school and from then on they grew up learning that they were nothing more than a pretty shell, because that was all anyone cared for.

When they met David, it turned their world upside down because he was one of the very few people who were blunt with him and didn't try to lie his way into their pants. Which made them want him more.

Micheal was a late highschool-early college on and off relationship, he'd often cheat and then proceed to gaslight and manipulate Hera into staying because nobody else would want to put up with them. Because the only reason anyone would want them is for their body; which was now "used up" and "ragged" because of how often he and Micheal would sleep together.

I imagined Hera to be with a Hispanic David, as they had a Spanish speaking mother and are therefore relatively fluent.

Hera has an ass tattoo

Hera was often forced to straighten their hair for his modelling career, now he dyes it and wears it naturally, and David fucking loves it.

Occasionally he'll even help Hera style it, and then they'll finish, and then they'll start making out, and then they'll get freaky..

Anyways Hera!

[toxictoxicities]

A small Amb doodle dump <3

[csavii]

i discovered this image now suffer

I think I'll have a great time instead

[papple]

side quest

ask us about these guys !

Paperjam by 7goodangel

Ink by comyet

[beepbeepinthecorner]

my warmup completely got away from me lol. here's Grandmother Plum, a dnd character I've played in a single one shot. Yet she occupies a good chunk of my brain meat

[ostensiblywhump]

Coming for You

Whumpuary day 7: unfair fight | insomnia | "no one is coming"

Word count: 931

Content warnings: none

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Duck, charge left a few steps, stomp, let the ice out. Karmic only had a split-second to see frost covering soldiers up to their hips, boots frozen to the ground, before he dove out of the way. True to form, half a dozen bolts (sleep shots? Kill shots?) shot through where he’d just been, and he nearly went into a roll before he remembered himself.

Stumble, run, swipe at the air and send wind screeching outwards. It wouldn’t cut—he heard men cry out as they were blasted back, the crackle of them flying through their own perimeter, a clatter when one of them must’ve dropped their weapon. He skidded to a stop as a soldier swung a spear into his path, then angled the sharp edge at him and swung for his torso oh fuck no—

Karmic jumped, easily clearing the soldier’s head, then cleared the soldier’s head of the last few seconds by kicking him viciously in the forehead. Leap away, clasp hands and strike down, let the mini-blizzard do its job.

He landed and was at the perimeter by the time he let it die down; a casual swipe cleared away some snow so he could see the ward, utterly ignoring the soldier on the outside maintaining it. He had experience in breaking wards; if he could just find a weak point …

“You have to know this isn’t sustainable.”

Oh, fucking wonderful. A mage good enough at her job that she could talk while working.

“We have you surrounded,” the soldier continued. “There’s a lot of us, and only one of you, and we’re getting reinforcements, while no one is coming for you.” A pause, before she said, “And you seem to be protecting something.”

His boots, gloves, and scarf were already gone, exposing his claws and fangs, so Karmic let the snarl bubbling up tear out of him. Saw the soldier flinch, then he went straight up, kicking off the perimeter ward to sail over the soldier that had been crunching through knee-deep snow at him, breathed through the shock punishing him for a ‘breach’. The great thing about a ward meant to keep you in was that it gave you some extra walls to bounce off of—

The perimeter flickered. His head banged against something, hard, and his snarl turned into a yelp, trajectory interrupted. He barely kept upright as he tumbled to the ground, falling hard onto his knees. He blindly swiped out more wind, staggered up and into a dash before someone on the outside tried shooting him while he was stationary, and flicked a glance up.

They’d changed the ward parameters to lower the ceiling. Shit. No escaping over people’s heads for him anymore. Silver lining, no overhead swings for these guys—no, the perimeter didn’t affect them, fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck them, fuck this, fuck him for getting two hours of sleep in the last 48 hours and he kept forgetting things!

Sor mewled, a quiet, terrified sound that cut through the recriminations.

Clutch an arm to the kangaroo pocket Sor's hiding in; keep running, over the snow instead of through because he’s not a loser like these assholes without polar affinity. Zigzag before running in a straight line got him shot. The soldiers had recovered from the blizzard, and had the numbers to let some slowly crack the ice on their brethren’s boots while other charged at him. Crouch under a spear strike, grip the haft and freeze the fucker’s gloves to his weapon, kick out and foul another soldier’s footing, spin and launch the aforementioned fucker at a different soldier.

Okay, space to think—not space to think. A bolt grazed Karmic’s arm, sending a heady wave of drowsiness crashing over him; he managed to turn over before he hit the ground stomach-first, pinching himself hard to stay awake. Sleep shots, then. Great, he’d hate for his decision to leave these guys alive to be wrong. What the hell did the king’s soldiers want with him, anyway? No, no time.

Alright. Shoot upright, punch a soldier in the jaw. It was looking more unlikely by the second that he was getting out of this. Make the man trying to grapple him regret it by clawing at every available soft spot. But being captured alive meant that he could escape later, or just wait to be released. Nut shot right, wind swipe left. So maybe—

Duck a bolt, sprint at the perimeter.

This ward-keeper was less composed than that one woman, startling at his approach. Whatever. Karmic plunged a hand into his kangaroo pocket, heard his hoodie tear as Sor’s claws yanked away from where they were keeping him secure. He held Sor to his face, wide orange eyes meeting Karmic’s, and he said, commanded, “Run! We’ll meet later!”

Then he threw.

Sleepyhead though Sor was, a cat was a cat; as he soared through the perimeter, Karmic saw him uncoil and move, ready to land running, saw soldiers recoil and shout at the little gray missile pitched at them. Then Karmic spun around and bodily hurled himself at a soldier.

Stomp on the woman’s solar plexus to keep her down, wrest away her spear, turn and promptly break the spear’s haft on another person’s shoulder. Toss the useless spear at someone’s face, follow it with a fist ready to punch. Feel his whole body jerk right from an impact to his side, lose all sensation in his limbs, watch his darkening vision turn sideways as he collapsed.

At least he’d get some sleep now.

He let his eyes close.

[nixii-sabre]

We are SO BACK chat. At it with yuri antics

[windtooth-plane]

Fish Lady.

Thoughts about Chime and his relationship with Endless? And what do you think about Endless when he talks about Chime?

{TEXT: “Chime is a lot more flawed than I thought he would be. But in a good way. Endless talks about him a lot- especially in the older days. Hes never had a crush before, but I can tell he has one on Chime. I do hope they get together so Endless can get a bit more happiness in his life. He needs it.”}

[greyias]

Trying to get Ari to roll a 25 on an intelligence check is the definition of insanity

I've been here for hours. Please game. Show mercy

Oh thank Selune! That's the only way she was passing that check it seems. I can now move on with my life

[invinciblerodent]

this is. just fucking ridiculous at this point

i am flipping the table

[literallyangelshaw]

Vampire Queen, Elysande

[thegreatyin]

Spaghetti emoji for whoever you feel like

uwu

🍝 - What is your OC's favorite food?

The Bandaged Scoundrel opens their mouth-

And The Doomed Scientist pushes his way into the room before they can speak so much as a word, blood-soaked coat fluttering in his wake. "Frost-Moths. Usually alive. Or at minimum recently deceased. They prefer it that way."

The Scoundrel, to their credit, only takes half a minute of floundering before they pull the fragile seams of their composure back into place and retort with a hiss just barely too loud for human ears. "I most certainly do not."

"Really," The Scientist hums doubtfully, "and I shall presume, then, that you keep a jar from the tomb colonies for aesthetics?"

The Scoundrel opens their mouth. The Scoundrel closes their mouth.

Two sets of eyes flicker to the fourth wall.

A chair is upended. A scientist quickly flees the scene. The metaphorical camera mercifully cuts out right before the Scoundrel flees in a flurry of teeth and protests and frenzied oaths of utilizing every form of blackmail imaginable to ruin the lives of everyone involved in this accursed questionnaire.

(The Doomed Scientist would like to go on record stating that he regrets absolutely nothing and he would do this exact sequence of events again if he could.)

(The Bandaged Scoundrel would like to go on record stating that it hates him. So much.)

[randomnameless]

Lyon trying to trick Priam into becoming one of Fomortiis' servants, only to give up once he realizes Priam has too much experience and knows that any offer of easy power always comes with a terrible cost, deciding to go look for someone more guillible>>>Lyon being a perfect guy with no flaws and whose main trait is simping for the Renais twins; never thought i'd have to praise the Awakening Spotpass nostalgia-bait chapters of all things, but Heroes certainly has a way of setting bars unbelievably low.

TBH,

For some characters, the FE13 spotpass/DLC stuff has better characterisation than FEH!

Or...

FEH wants to sell alts, when FE13 wanted to sell "nostalgia" (that's totes why i bought all those packs back then lol), so FE13 could be close to the source material than FEH who wants you to feel bad for Lyon and his tragedy, thus buy alts where he's happy or lives his dream of being a "friend" to the twins.

IDK if FE13 Lyon was Lyon or already Fomortiis or whatever, but it's indeed more interesting to have him be the one who wants power at all costs - even if he had nice intentions (save the world, become the twins's friend) - and destroys everything he once hold dear (the twins, Grado, the world).

As my favourite FEH character says :

Lyon: “Thank you, Eirika. You were always…so kind. The Demon King will claim my flesh as a vessel for his resurrection. Before that can happen…I want you to kill me. I’m sorry, Eirika. I’m already-“ Evil Lyon: “Oh, please…Are you done turning your failings into some sad epic of personal tragedy… It’s time we started then. I have a ritual to complete…and some nuisances to kill.”

As long as they can make money, Heroes will continue to uwufy characters, regardless of canon (see Reinhardt).

But I stand with Fomortiis here, Canon!Lyon's failings led to his resurrection, it's not an epic tragedy, it's, at its core, the story of someone who wanted to rely on "cheap" power to gain everything he desired, and who was arrogant enough to believe he could count on and master said "cheap" power.

(cheap as in an easy way to get power)

[csavii]

Why are there barbie iterators everywhere what happend?

We don't talk about the (w)horrors here...

But in all seriousness, I was listening to Barbie World by Niki Minaj and Ice Spice, drew Pebbles in a sussy pose and now we're here

[sunshinemelody12]

"They're mine, bitch."

TW//: Has a gay slur

A/N: I apologize for any mistakes, this is semi-old and I haven't read over it in a while.

It was a busy day at the bar. This was common since it was the weekend, where people come to unwind after a stressful week of work or to simply party.

Morgan was in their element, mixing drinks expertly behind the bar and offering a listening ear to those who needed it. Some of the main patrons had stopped by and offered fun conversation, getting a few laughs and creating a positive atmosphere.

Onyx, their companion behind the bar, was also maintaining a lively atmosphere. He was their second set of hands for the busy bar and helped serve those at tables and booths. The two would exchange looks and check-ins throughout their shift, finding intrigue, entertainment, or even annoyance from the variety of customers they dealt with.

It seemed Onyx had quite the distaste for a specific customer, however.

A young woman, with long blonde hair and green eyes was sat at the bar. Her fake lashes batted at them as they worked, her cherry lips pulled back as she ate them up with her gaze alone. They noticed her a while ago and did their best to ignore the bedroom eyes. It wasn't the first time.

Eventually after a couple glasses of gin she started hitting on them.

“Hey handsome, what’s your name?” She said lowly, her slightly slurred speech ruining any attempt at sounding sultry.

“Morgan.” They answered bluntly, wiping down an empty glass and putting it away. Unfortunately there was a pause in serving customers, leaving them to her flirtations. She hummed, licking her lips.

“That’s a pretty name for a pretty face. You work here for a long time?” She continued, clearly pushing for conversation that would lead to something more. Morgan entertained her, unaware of Onyx’s critical stare boring into the woman.

He managed to sneak his way back behind the bar after a few minutes and nudged them lightly when they had a break to serve someone. “Hey,” he whispered, eyeing the woman closely as she stared unabashedly, “is she bothering you?”

Morgan sighed, sliding a freshly filled glass to a patron who called out in thanks and offering their friend a glance.

“I’m alright. Nothing new in terms of customers getting too cozy. Thanks for asking.” They said, coming to attention when a customer placed down some cash and left. They snagged the money and the empty shot glasses, splitting them with Onyx to clean. He huffed, “If you say so. She looks like she’s two seconds away from asking to fuck on the counter right here and now with those eyes.”

Morgan grimaced. “I hope the fuck not. I’m not even into women.” They muttered, nearly audibly groaning when the blonde waved them down.

“Yes?” They asked, pursing their lips when she very obviously leaned forward to push her breasts up with her arms. She fluttered her eyes at them with a little smile. “Are you single?” Here we go.

“Yes. I am also uninterested. I’m sorry ma’am, but I do not hook up with customers in my workplace.” They explained flatly, uncaring as her face twisted at their words. She puffed out her bottom lip and pouted, turning up her attempt at seduction.

“Are you sure? Not even for someone like me?”

“Ma’am-“

“Yes they are very sure. You know why?” Onyx abruptly spoke up, cutting into the conversation. The blonde squinted at him. “Why?”

Onyx then grabbed Morgan by the shoulder, spun them to face him, and kissed them. Their eyes widened in surprise as Onyx pressed his lips to theirs, his hazel green eyes shut tight. He pulled back swiftly afterwards and draped an arm around their waist.

“They’re mine, bitch.” He said haughtily. She scoffed, her seductive facade falling into something unpleasant. “Ugh, have him. I don’t mingle with faggots like you.”

Morgan blinked, startled by the unexpected kiss and also by her nasty words. Their eyes narrowed. “We don’t like mingling with nasty ass sluts like you either,” they said shortly, Onyx snickering at her offended gasp.

“I’m leaving!” She huffed. “Don’t let the door smack your ass on the way out!” Morgan called as she stormed off, not before paying for her drinks of course. Onyx was giggling at their words, waving at her back as she stormed out.

“Nice one.” He said. Morgan hummed in response, thoughts flickering with irritation towards the woman. Then they remembered what just transpired in its entirety. They tensed up, heat crawling up their neck and tinting their cheeks pink.

“So, uh…” Onyx started, sounding hesitant, “I am so sorry for pulling that on you, I wasn’t really thinking-“ Morgan stared at him with a blank expression for a few moments, processing the fact that the man actually kissed them. The person they had fallen for ages ago made a move like that.

“Did you mean it?” They asked suddenly. Onyx paused his mini speech and blinked  at them. “Huh?”

“Did you mean it?” They asked again, offering no context, yet hinting towards something they both understood. Onyx blushed, his smile turning sheepish.

“The kiss? Uh, yeah… I may or may not have acted out of jealousy because I have feelings for you.” He blurted. Morgan’s heart skipped a beat. Their eyes were wide, staring down at the shorter man with a sense of awe. Something inside of them clicked into place and they grabbed him by the arm, dragging him towards the back rooms. “Wha-hey!”

Once the two were out of sight from the public Morgan pushed him into the nearest wall and kissed him back. Onyx froze, processing, then just as fast as he froze up he returned the gesture. When the two pulled away Onyx looked up at them with hopeful, joyful eyes.

“So I wasn’t the only one catching feelings?” He asked, a hint of a smirk teasing his lips. Morgan flushed a deeper shade of pink, bordering on red. Onyx clicked his tongue and grabbed their face for another kiss. Their face burned brighter, suddenly very flustered.

“Have you ever kissed before? Or are you just shy?” He wondered, watching as they avoided his gaze and shook their head. He gasped. “Oh my god, am I your first kiss?” He asked. They nodded shyly after a moment.

Onyx damn near squealed, kissing them again and then pecking them on the nose. “My God you are adorable! I didn’t know you got flustered so easy. Oooh, you’re so quiet.”

“Y’know what? If you have nothing to do after work today, which you shouldn’t - and if you do - cancel it, and come to my place. We should talk more about this and figure out where to go from there. Okay?” The noirette suggested. Morgan nodded dumbly. He snorted.

“Words, hot stuff.” He teased, patting their cheek. That seemed to get them out of their flustered stupor. “Oh, uh, yeah. I can do that.”

“Bartender!” Somebody called. Morgan came to attention, their blush remaining fairly obvious on their face. Onyx sighed, patting them on the chest before stepping away and towards the bar.

“Well, we should get back to work. But after this, you’re mine.”

[cephalofrogart]

quick one of my edgyass frenzied flame tarnished as of the DLC