#magnus oc

[i-do-not-know-what-it-is]

sneak peek into a sketch ive got of my stranger oc (they have spiral and flesh coding as well :P) i love them <3

i twinkify my own avatars ty 😌

[koolsol]

Some mag oc art and funny Harry meme

[crazytiger6]

I finally got around to making the rest of my Undertale OCs

This is going to be a long post going over all of them

For clarity, the original 7 magicians will be noted with the word “Great” before their title.

Starting off is William. He’s the shortest in the team (I’ve forgotten the exact heights and ages of everyone, I’ll do a reblog later with those)

His hat is really big. The original Great Wizard of Determination was pretty big, so the hat is big, but William is small, so when he inherited the role of Wizard of determination, the hat is very big on him.

Speaking of determination, the red soul is the only SOUL that we don’t have a confirmed trait for, but the red SOUL is frequently correlated with the humans as being someone who is determined, so when they formed the 7 great magicians, they went with that.

The Great Wizard of Determination also left behind a spell book to study, but it mostly has offensive spells, which aren’t too useful to Will, so he studies them and tries to make his own spells

One thing of note regarding all of these guys is that some aspect of their outfits and equipment will match their SOUL color

Second is Lilith, the Necromancer of Bravery, and the only girl on the team. She’s also the second tallest and I think the oldest?

Lilith may have a bravery soul, but it’s a darker orange, indicating that the trait isn’t as potent.

Lilith is not too fond of the dead, so being a necromancer is not something she’s to hyped about. Additionally, the necromancy has a strange effect on her skin, where it is somewhat translucent and you can see her bones (not muscles though).

Because of this, she wears white gloves to conceal it, but she still can’t make many friends with other people her age.

Magnus is the Sorcerer of Justice. He’s one of the few people in the team who’s genuinely excited to be there, and thus takes on a bit of a leader role.

The cloak he wears matches Mylo’s because it belonged to the Great Sorcerer of Justice, who was the Great Mage of Perseverance’s best friend, and neither had much money to get very good equipment.

Arwynn is the Cleric of Kindness. They are non-binary and use they/them pronouns. Most of the team is male because of tradition, but Arwynn and Lilith’s families are more lenient, and the equipment ended up choosing them.

Being a cleric, they’ve got some religious imagery (obviously relating to the Delta Rune and not a real religion). The humans have a different view on the Delta Rune than the monsters do. Originally, before the war, the triangles represented the unity between humans and monsters, and the angel was a guardian angel. After the war, both groups came to think that the triangles represented their own group and omitted the other from the story.

Apollo is the Oracle of Patience. He’s the youngest in the group (13 I think, I have to check my notes)

Apollo is blind when not using the Crystal Ball to see the future, so when he has it for training or whatever, he’ll usually use it to see the minimum of 5 seconds into the future.

He also is the one who found out about the possible endings to Undertale, and also has a fair amount of knowledge about branching timelines, which in this universe, can only be caused by someone like Frisk or Flowey messing with time, or someone like Apollo or his predecessors seeing and changing the future (If this wasn’t the case, then the universe would have too many possibilities to accurately see the future)

When he doesn’t have the crystal ball, he’s completely blind and would navigate like any other blind person.

Victor is the Paladin of Integrity, and the tallest in the group. Victor, unlike the others, doesn’t have as much access to magic as the others, but has a very powerful sword that has its own magical capabilities.

The Great Paladin also wielded a shield, however other the sword being so big itself, Victor has an easier time just using the sword than both the shield and the sword.

Lastly is Mylo, the Mage of Perseverance. I’ve talked about him in the past, so I want go into much detail here.

[azarablue]

The Statement of Layla Evergreen

This is longggg TW Talk of death

Archivist: Hello, I was told that you wanted to make a statement. Im sorry usually Im more ready for statements- Martin? What are you doing down here?

Martin: Oh, hello, I, sorry I was just, well I walked Ms. Evergreen, or is it Ms. Carson?

Layla: Layla is perfectly fine, thank you Martin.

Martin: Well- Uh

Archivist: Yes well uh you can leave us Martian.

Martin: Yes, um of course.

Layla: Bye Martin.

Martin: Bye Ms. Eve- Layla

Archivist: Right, hello Ms. Evergreen, Im-

Layla: You're Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the The Magnus Institute and currently avatar of the (pause) eye, well I dont know about avatar, not yet at least.

Jon: I- How do you know that- Ar- are you a-

Layla: An Avatar? No, Ha, well I dont know actually, maybe, but. Anyway Im here to give you my statement, well 2 I guess.

Jon: T- two? Well um thats, *clears throat* Lets begin. Statement of Layla Evergreen regarding-

Layla: *glasses closing* The crash and my death 8 years later.

Jon: Right, statement taken directly from subject, statement begins

Layla: Well I guess it all really started from the time I could cry, according to my mother, my birth mother, I hated the dark. I remember from the time I could talking all I could talk about where the "Demons" and the doors, god dont get me started on the doors.

Jon: Im sorry to interrupt, but did you say doors?

Layla: Yes, doors, random doors that I used to be terrified to go in that were in spots no door should be. But the thing that I think you'll want to hear about is the crash. I was 5, I remember riding in the car my father was driving, my mother hated to drive, said it made her head hurt. Um we were going to see my nana one last time before she passed. And even then I never understood why it unsettled me, it wasn’t the death or the home. But against my five year old wishes we were going, my mother never liked main roads and demanded my father drive the back way. We were passing trees and that’s where it all happened, the juice box I had fell out of my hand when we hit a particularly nasty bump. It was grape and we had white carpet and seats. You can do that math, my mother was furious she unhooked her seat belt to grab it all the while yelling about how I was old enough to hold on to my own juice. My father hated when she yelled. So he started yelling, telling her to leave it and that it would be fine. I remember the moment I saw it, it wasn’t a deer, or maybe it was, but it was right in front of the car in the middle of the of the road. My mother screamed at him to watch the road and I guess that’s when he saw it.

The car swerved and went off the road. We ran into a tree, I woke up to my mother crying. She was shacking my father, from my car seat I could see him just laying there not moving. I started to cry, then I stared looking around, and that’s when I saw him, it? A man standing behind a tree, my crying and trashing around must’ve gotten my mother’s attention because that’s when she froze. I could tell she was pinned based on the way she moved but she was able to unbuckle me from the seat and pulled me to the floor. “Hide right there put you back against the door and don’t move ok” I did what she told me and I couldn��t see out the window, but I could see her, the fear in her eyes. And the feeling, that feeling of the cold it surrounded me like being dropped in the ocean.

And just like that it was over my father’s body was gone and my mother just stayed in that spot and cried. That was until the fog rolled in, by this point it was night and I hadn’t moved and my mother she just stayed in her seat crying for my father. I waited a little longer and I moved up to the seat pulling at my mother. She pulled me in her lap and I could see the dash was pressing in on her leg. She held me for a while, then asked me reach for her purse. I was just able to get it but it was no use even if her phone had service the screen was far to broken to use it. So she just held me even as the fog from outside got denser. And that’s when I began to cry, I could see people in the fog walking, and from her face I knew she could see it too. She made me squeeze down on the floor the bent in dash board shielding me. The fog stared pouring into the car, it felt- alive somehow like it was looking for something, and it wasn’t me. I could feel my heart slamming in my chest, and I couldn’t breathe. I started to cry but this time no sound was come out I could hear my mother breathing and then she started talking.

“Janet, baby girl, I need you to know I love you and daddy loved you. I’m sorry I yelled but I need you to know, you are so special. Never forget that ok. I love you my little flower.” I wanted so badly to tell her that I loved her back that I forgave her, but I couldn’t move all I could do was cry and shake. Then she started talking again but this time it wasn’t to me. Just like that the fog coved her and I don’t know took her. After that I really don’t know. The fire fighters came and in the hospital the social worker and police told me we were missing for 3 days before I was found. Funny enough, they said the car was covered in webs, and thats what kept the cold out for so long. My grandmother died the night we went missing. And just like that I was alone. Until the Evergreen’s adopted me, 6 months later.

And then there was the day I died, I was playing outside. My parents weren't home, it wasn't raining as hard as you'd think it would need to be for there to be lighting, but there was. I dont remember what it was like, the strike I mean, or the death. I remember the smell though, it- I smelled like burnt meat, and the buzz, that buzz was all I could hear and feel. I couldn't hear anything but that damn buzz. Then there was light, not bright light, but a soft light, it wasn't warm either. It was cold, like a chilly day in fall, but with no breeze. Then I felt it, it was like standing on a gong, and feeling the sound move though you, feeing your whole being, your whole soul vibrate. And thats when I saw it, colors and shapes. I heard noise and laughter, music, and (pause) screams. Screams of the dead and dying. (Whimpering) After a minute thats all I could hear. The screams and the pleas, all those people lost and begging. I- I couldnt breathe, even in that place, that place in-between death. I could feel a weight on my chest like something was holding my lungs in it’s hands, keeping me from breathing. I- (pause) (whimpering ended) thats when I felt it. The first shock. It felt distant like that gum buzzers, and then again and again, until the light faded and the colors and sounds were gone. The next thing I heard was one of the medics say "Welcome back". After that I was in the hospital for about 1 month and my vision never came back. And I guess thats it.

Jon: Oh, um (clears throat) that was alot. Im sorry for you loss. And your-

Layla: Death? Oh dont worry about it. Im fine. Lots of therapy. Oh you've been touched more than once. Im sorry, that must have been a great pain for you.

Jon: What are you- Do you mean Sasha, can you see past what-

Layla: And your friend, the one with the eyes, tell him he can come down if he wants to spy, but i can understand wanting to stay in his office.

Jon: You can sense him- here?

Layla: Yes well he's not very suttle

Jon: I-

Elies: Well that is an extraordinary talent you have, and tell me how dose it work? Can you only sense people like me?

Jon: How did you- Wait you saw past the stranger, you know about Sasha- how

Layla: She was loved here, I know that and she loved it here. I am so sorry for your loss

Jon: I- thank you.

Elies: Im afraid you haven't answered any of my questions.

Layla: Right, well yes I can sense you, some are harder than others, and the ones I do find more so find me. I've never been taken as far as I know. And yes I can see past their, I dont know, powers. The things they can do, it dosent really affect me.

Elies & Jon: Interesting.

Elies: How would you like a job, here at the institute.

Jon: WHAT?! No, No you cant.

Elies: I think she quite capable of making that chose for herself. Dont you think.

Jon: You cant just hand out a job to anyone, I mean we dont even know her and-

Layla: Excuse me, if I may, Elies is it? Give me your hand.

Jon: What, are you just going to-

Layla: Hm, well you've had an active last few years. And, yes I'll take the job.

Elies: Good follow me.

Jon: I- What just happened. Oh um end of tape.

[telperinquaar]

Magnus OC: ?? Myra - A Buried avatar who's old friends with Simon Fairchild. Not close, but friendly enough that they don't avoid each other at avatar reunions, and there's a moment of "Simon!" "[Name!]" when they see each other and they hug. They've worked together in the past, because they both understand that the Vast and the Buried are two sides of the same coin, and you can't have one without the other. She's always a little dirty--you kind of get the impression that she's been working outside in the garden all day.

Earliest exposure to the Buried was a copy of DIG that her mom got her, thinking it was a sight word book. She spent most of her childhood digging holes in the backyard, "trying to get to China" as most kids do.

She's American, and used to wear her hair long, but it kept clumping up on her, so she's cut it short since then. White, but very tan, brown hair and eyes, and works construction. She's gotten told off a couple of times because she had a tendency to sleep on-site and that's not allowed for obvious reasons. Eventually she started out on her own; her company specializes in massive skyscrapers.

I still need to find a name. I'm thinking Myra.

Edit: Her name is Myra now.

[lazykiwi]

I totally didnt make a lonely oc based off myself and my thoughts on the lonely...no...never

[bilberson]

Quick ref stuff badaboosh

[staff]

Tumblr Tuesday: Huevember

Hues, colors, shades. From pink to red to orange to yellow to green to blue to purple. You know what has those? Huevember. This Huevember, like other Huevembers before it, is demonstrating the delightful and very broad spectrum of fandom here on Tumblr (we've snuck a couple OCs in here, too, because they were too good to leave out). You have a few more days to get involved in one of the many challenges, or you could just sit back and enjoy these hues 🌈

@mflanart:

@razelv0:

@tuttilium:

@ellohcee:

@mimicha-arts:

@izzybluebell:

@otherwolves:

@floweroflaurelin:

@melognut:

@incaseyouart:

@oatmealdoodles:

@m-oshun:

@jagalart:

@carlozw:

@jazzkolart:

@mx-paisley:

[bleepzip]

corruption oc 🧫

[lo-andbehold]

A callout post (it’s me I’m calling myself out)

[ciao2-bambi]

Around season 3

Jon knows he's changed a lot.

[underwhelming-artistry]

Oh but I did do this Gerry art bc Gerry is soooo Predator Animal Fear coded

[wolfythewitch]

rough cain animatic

[ltmctrung]

it is a time of legend. And overpriced alcohol

[cosmicisbored]

gremlin of the vast and gay of the stranger

(characters belong to @wolfythewitch and @friccafracc respectively, apologies for the tag again hfsjjdhd)

[transformersxreader]

Hey guys, I know it’s been a long,long time since I’ve uploaded, I kinda got lost with everything around me but I’m feeling loads of better and stories are coming soon! ✨✌️ Accept these quick sketches of (Y/n) with a few transformers prime characters of what their children would look like!