#mine own ocs

[kaworusbetterthanme]

I love. Vampires. (prompted by this post)

[joyjoy-ahoy]

Friends for life ✨✨

[tevintersnakes]

back in the fallout pit, fortunately my art has improved since 2016 so I can draw doctors hanging out together somewhat effectively now

[falmerbrook]

(Mild flashing/eyestrain warning for the second half! I'll post a slower version below that's less flashy and let's you see the details)

A short Morrowind animation for a MAP (Multi-Animator Project).

It was fun trying different methods of animation (no reference for Nerevar, rotoscoping a 3D model for the ring, and a video reference for the hand) and letting myself use a loose sketchy style!

YouTube Link

Version with the second half slowed down (link because Tumblr is dumb about having more than one video in a post):

[crabsnpersimmons]

"Your heart was in the right place. Don't blame your earnestness and efforts for their lack of understanding—the right people will appreciate your heart."

EDIT: i mention this in the tags already, but please don't copy my vent tags in your reblogs. thanks for understanding.

[deserttheatre]

assorted roughs of my lucilith redesigns

[squea]

ah yes. the _reads hand_ divorced would have been partners in crime.

[smilingcrittersthingig]

Hello there!

Does your Smiling Critters AU/OC have very heavy baggage on their shoulder and they have no way of letting it out due to their nature and/or environment? Well not to worry because at a cheap price, You could talk to a professional therapist!

Meet Mr. Bubbaphant!

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I made Therapist Bubs! I wanted him to look a little different from regular Bubba so I swapped his colors around, I'd say it looks pretty nice to me

Fun fact about him: He sometimes says jokes to cheer up his patients, but he tends to keep his monotone voice so you can't exactly tell if he's kidding or not until he tells you

[fereldanwench]

🍿 NOW PLAYING 🍿 Immortal in the Code: A Cyberpunk 2077 Series

Compelled by a desperation that only Night City can incite, two Arasaka veterans become unlikely partners in a quest for atonement and salvation. Just renewed for a fourth season!

[created with this template by @seungnm ♡]

[kaworusbetterthanme]

Part 2 to these guys, here are the master and her current padawan, Korcha and Lineth! Korcha's design was updated from last year and this is the first version of Lineth.

[echosong971]

The Petrification Disease is a nasty thing...

[n0sebleeds]

Bleeding again, detective?

[OC: Benny Valentine]

[recurringwriter]

btw oc/canon fucks severely shout out to everyone who writes oc/canon

[peachypede]

I bet on losing dogs…

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I wanted to add to the angst that @citruslullabies wrote this morning about @bumblehoneybee’s oc ehehe.

I’m crap at drawing those blank faced self inserts so I’ve decided to just plug in Rawst. I feel like they’re a good oc for this poppy playtime au I am constructing in my brain.

[ghouljams]

Part 2 of Love stabbing Ghost! Soap to the rescue.

You're at a house, it's right in the middle of a place it probably shouldn't be. Arched door and gabled roof sandwiched between two very modern and tall looking buildings. Simon knocks on it twice and waits. There's a very loud noise from inside and then a lot more loud noise before the door is yanked open. There's a man, just about Simon's height, with a Mohawk and a smile leaning against the doorframe. He looks happy to see your boyfriend.

"Ghost," he glances down at the unattended stab wound in Simon's stomach, "I see you're doing well."

"You're hilarious," Simon says, pushing past him and into the home. You don't move. Something is... stopping you. The other man smiles at you, waiting. Simon turns to look for you over his shoulder and stops. "Soap," Simon warns, but it's something else too, questioning.

Soap cocks his head at you, you've never seen a man that looks like him before. Too human. Like everything human about him has been cranked up to 11. He's not blocking you from entering the house, but he hasn't invited you in either. It would be rude to-

"She can't cross the threshold," Soap grins, his smile so wide you think you could count all his teeth. You vibrate just on the edge of something, you can feel it like a second door preventing you from crossing into his home. He nods his head at you finally, "Alright, come in. Can't have you attracting attention."

The door opens and you slide past him. Simon grabs you quickly, tipping your head this way and that to study you. He looks so concerned that you don't put up a fight. Soap ignores both of you, walking past to rummage around in his kitchen. You look around as Simon looks at you. It's a cute place, comfortable, you'd almost call it cozy. 

"How many tethers you got in her?" Soap calls, setting a white medical kit on the coffee table.

"Enough," Simon tells him, finally releasing your face. You wish he'd at least kiss you if he was going to hold onto you for so long. You must pout because he leans down to do just that, soft and sweet as he presses his lips to yours.

"Yer aff yer heid," Soap pats the couch and Simon releases you again. He strips his shirt off and sits where Soap directed with a grunt. Soap pokes at the skin around the wound and you lean over the back of the couch to want. “How’d you do this, lass?”

“Knife.” You tell him plainly. Soap snorts, Simon sighs, shooting you a warning look. “He asked me to, said ‘I want you to stab me’. So I stabbed him.” Soap gives Simon a look of concern.

“Mate your kinks are really gettin’ out of hand.”

“Didn’t think she’d do it.” Simon replies gruffly, you see him wince when Soap presses too hard too close to the edge of the wound, “Was trying to teach her about us.”

“You barely know about us.” Soap hums, grabbing a needle and thread from the med kit. You settle a hand on Simon’s shoulder as Soap starts stitching him up, squeezing to try and take some of his attention from the pain. You’re starting to get phantom pains just watching him, you can’t imagine how Simon’s so stoic about it.

“What’s your name lass?” Soap asks, and you frown.

“How’s that any of your business?” You reply, trying to memorize the way he twists sutures and snips the thread. Next time you stab Simon you should at least know how to stitch him up. Simon gives a small purr, aborted immediately when Soap pulls the last stitch tight.

“Christ you are a fucking mess, you know that?” Soap’s not talking to you, he’s talking to Simon. Looking him over, plucking at invisible threads with a frown. “How’d you-” He pulls on something and you smack his hand without thinking. Soap looks at you like you’ve grown a second head. He stands from the couch and stares the two of you down. “Simon Riley,” He says with purpose.

Simon doesn’t move, just raises a brow. Soap makes a ‘come on’ gesture and groans.

“You are fuckin’ jokin’.” He presses his hands to his face before dropping them and pointing at Simon. You’re starting to like this guy. Or maybe that’s Simon’s pleased hum through the tethers. “You-” He groans again, “I can’t believe you. Best mates for years and you don’t even- Price is going to kill you.”

“What’s happening?” You whisper ask Simon. Soap turns his annoyance on you.

“What’s happening, is you own this bastard and he didn’t even send out a wedding invite.”

“I didn’t think she’d give me her name,” Simon starts. Soap holds up a hand to cut him off.

“You are on probation, I’m not listening to you anymore, don’t talk to me.” You bite down a smile, you definitely like this guy.

[falmerbrook]

@tescheer Week 2: Kiss

This is corny and poorly drawn but it's an OC idea I've had for awhile based on a post that implied that argonians don't have the facial anatomy to kiss (and Stellar here especially wouldn't with how long his snout is). Having grown up on Vvardenfell surrounded by Dunmer has left Stellar insecure about some of his argonian traits, despite his pride to be one, but luckily he finds a partner who eventually embraces his differences to her.