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Care for some mildly doomed yuri?
#I love them sm#Naomi got a weee little redesign#mainly because I hated her hair#I think it looks better now#may draw Ulysses soon#or Rebecca#idk I wanna draw the rest of these losers#art#my art#oc#oc art#illustration#drawing#oc illustration#artists on tumblr#artists of tumblr#oc drawing#original story#original character#modern fantasy#modern fantasy oc#oc ship#oc ship art#Pickettville kids
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Fun facts about Mala Hale
(+ more art below the cut)
- Sheâs the entire queen of an entire country
- She dyes her hair blue once a month
- Everyone around herâs lives would be made better if sheâd just go to therapy
- Sheâs dating two boys
- Her job qualifications are nobody wants to get on her bad side
- She doesnât actually⌠do anything? She has a team of advisors who let her think sheâs in control of things
- Because if she actually ran the country it would collapse within the week
- Sheâs read Alice in Wonderland over 100 times
- Sheâs trans
- She killed a guy
- She tried to kill another guy
- Sheâs threatened to kill more guys
- She thinks colorblind people are a myth
- Bold for a bitch who canât tell her left from her right
- Sheâs gorgeous and beautiful and I love her
#commissions open#Mala hale#long post#text post#oc artist#commisions open#digital art commissions#goth girl#goth girl oc#oc#crazy girl#fun facts#Alice in wonderland#Alice through the looking glass#alice madness returns#fantasy oc#modern fantasy oc#modern fantasy#art dump#my art#character art#character design
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what if a puff sleeve renaissance doublet, but itâs also a puffer jacket
#I have 2 completely different fantasy wips right now and in both Iâm obsessed w this fashion vibe#i really want it to be like#17TH CENTURY MODERN#lucky wip#OC stuff#art#my art
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another oc ref sheet from nov 2022 \0/ His name is Letau same lil assortment of facts here: -kind, timid, shy, soft, pretty slow to react to anything -loves watching leaves fall -head blissfully empty most of the time -a person of habit, his life is mostly studying, working out, work and good night sleep -studies literature and sociology (because they were the most approachable. tries his best) -tried various part-time jobs, didnt stick around for too long on any of them because of his inherent unintentional sluggishness, until he was noticed by nightclub manager while on his (very miserable) shift at the store he was working at the time. was offered a job on the spot, mostly because of his looks, but prickle of pity while looking at poor lad being yelled at by the store manager played big part too. letau went along with it, and now works happily as a waiter at the club! altough he is a bit slow with orders and often mixes up stuff, clients and (most) workers love him. and he is happy there, with people being kind to him and everything being interesting and colorful and new -in the middle of the ref is his work "uniform" -lives in a big city
#oc#oc art#oc ref sheet#oc reference#fantasy#modern fantasy au#modern fantasy oc#oc appreciation#OC Bio#Letau#humanoid#taniqetil art#personal oc#personal art
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cecil is the thistle expy i made for a roleplay group i joined! he's started taking on a life of his own though...
in this rp, the mundane world and the supernatural secretly co-exist. cecil lives with his family in an underground bunker deep within washington state's hoh rainforest. the family is locked away and cecil believes he's protecting them from harm. he spends his days digging a frighteningly complex system of tunnels throughout the forest, convinced that if he can reach the black river deep inside the earth that's haunting his dreams, he'll be able to find his brother del's missing soul.
^ cecil being hounded by a good samaritan (samson's dorothy <3)
i'll share the public bio i wrote for cecil under the cut hehe
Cecil of the Talayi family began appearing in New Portsmouth grocery stores and libraries a few months ago. He isn't occupied by any work or schooling and he disappears for long stretches of time into the Hoh Rainforest.
A receipt Cecil discarded shows the following purchases: a wheelbarrow, five 50-pound bags of concrete mix, gloves, a large pack of 2x4 lumber, steel pipes, an industrial saw, and a bag of sour gummy worms (berry blast flavor).
When he was a young child, Cecil was given a home by the Talayi family. There is no official adoption on record and it is unknown exactly when Cecil was brought in. The family's head at the time, Farhang (ŮŘąŮŮÚŻ), was an Iranian immigrant who made his fortune in Silicon Valley - Cecil believes he owes everything to him. Cecil was homeschooled alongside his younger brother, Del (ؚادŮ), who he helped raise. These days he is his brother's primary caretaker.
Farhang Talayi was assassinated by poisoning in 1991 by suspected corporate rivals. The murder trial was long, arduous, and inconclusive. Contemporary newspaper articles and tv footage of the investigation are archived online.
Ten years after the trial, the Talayi family moved from the bustle of Silicon Valley to New Portsmouth. Del bought property deep in the forest and built a private compound ringed by high walls. The Talayis made a few half-hearted excursions into the town's social scene, but they kept to themselves for the most part, homeschooled their children, and now have not been seen in public for many months.
Those initiated in the Secret World will look at Cecil and know he is a Protoplast - a name given to an insular race of humans whose proximity to Flesh diverged them from Homo sapiens thousands of years ago. Not much is known about Protoplasts beyond their natural skill with the Flesh font and their unusual physical characteristics: androgyny, elongated goat-like ears, hair and eyes lacking melanin, and rumors of extended lifespans. They are viewed with awe and wariness - anyone so close to Flesh should be handled carefully, of course. Most Protoplasts seen outside their clans are in the employ of the rich and powerful, a living status symbol. Cecil is no different.
#cecil#i thought it'd be fun to share what i've been up to. still thistle related obviously. but i'm going down the oc-ification rabbithole#this isn't quite infinity au but there are some small elements i'm borrowing from it such as cecil's rship to the melini/talayi family#and other ideas i had for how thistle would exist in a modern world#cecil = lives in our world with our countries societies etc. infinity au thistle = lives in an fantasy modern world#my art
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Modern Frisk lounginâ :)
#Joe draws#JellisDraws#sketch#wip#my oc#Frisk Foundlin#tiefling#tiefling tuesday#monk#modern au#dnd character#dnd oc#character art#character design#fantasy art#dnd#illustration#dungeons and dragons#my art#ainât she just the cutest#the eldritch soul campaign#oc art#artists on tumblr#demon girl
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Blue Oni Adopt is now live!
Auction link here: https://ych.commishes.com/auction/show/3QAQV/blue-oni-adopt/
Sharing is always appreciated
#anime#anime art#manga#manga art#OC#original character#my art#cute#artists on tumblr#alley cat arts#character adopt#open adopts#adoptable#adoptables#fantasy character#buff#buff girl#oni#blue oni#modern
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party gold
#i love playing in the space of this fantasy au#i feel like i can really dig up old ocs and combine them in ways they would have never met in âmodern day canonâ#art#furry#anthro#furry fantasy#furry comic#comic#comics#sorry i cant remember my comic tag </3#pgau
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Silver
Bleeding in Moonlight: Chapter One | Chapter Two |
CW: Some brief moments of dehumanization, referenced captivity and torture, referenced death/murder
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âI have no idea where weâre even going.âÂ
Eden flexed his fingers, stretching them out and then closing them back around the steering wheel. His head felt like it was full of wet cotton, heavy and soft and soaking into every wrinkle of his brain.Â
Apparently driving on two hours of sleep wasnât the best way to handle these things. Not that they had a choice. Well, they did have a choice, but Anaya wasnât about to let him make it. She was determined to keep going as long as they could.
âJust drive east,â She said, as if she could hear him thinking. âWe have a full tank of gas, we can go for hours.â
âHours?â He couldnât quite suppress the way his voice sounded pouting, a toddler throwing a tantrum in the middle of a store. He took a deep breath and tried to straighten his spine.
Still, every pothole, bump in the road, or swerving too-tight turn brought an answering whimper or soft whine from the back and Edenâs nerves were fraying more every single time.Â
His heart twisted at the simple sounds of pain, sure - he knew it had to hurt like hell, lying there with a stitched-up leg and only some expired hydrocodone from an old surgery Eden had had years ago for the pain, but Edenâs own head was throbbing with a lack of sleep, his eyes felt hot and dry, and a muscle in his jaw had begun to twitch as he kept grinding his teeth.
He had to push down the urge to snap at the boy to quiet down. It wasnât his fault, Eden knew it wasnât, but the anger still rose with every pulse of his heartbeat he could feel behind his eyes.
Added to all the other bullshit about today, they were in the middle of nowhere, a good hour from the next place Eden could think of to even grab half-decent coffee. They needed to find somewhere where they could park, somewhere nobody would look in the back and then ask about a thousand increasingly uncomfortable but honestly really understandable questions about the naked teenage boy back there.
The naked teenage boy covered in scars and wrapped in blankets, who badly needed a haircut and a hamburger and who hadn't spoken a fucking word since they started driving.
âNot too many. Four more hours of driving would get us to Missoula,â Anaya said, a little distracted, looking down at her phone. âI have a friend we could crash with there. Vanessa⌠she has an extra room, she says. Yeah. Four hours and twenty minutes to Missoula and then we can spend a couple days figuring this out-â
âAnaya.â
She blinked and looked over at him. âWhat?â
âWe absolutely cannot take him to Missoula.â Eden had the urge to drop his head into his hands even as he made his careful way on the winding road, the darkly forested mountains they had been camping in rising high and dagger-edged behind them. Like they were angry at them taking the boy out of the woods and towards civilization.
Well, that was a weird thing to think.
âOf course we can,â Anaya said, frowning, puzzled.Â
âNo. We canât. Missoula is in Montana."
"Yeah, I'm aware. But it's also only four hours away."
"Going to Missoula... that is a full on crazy idea, Naya, and you know it.â
âI donât know it. Why exactly is that crazy?â Anaya, bristling, set her phone down and twisted around in her seat to look back at the blanket lump behind them that was Misae, whose eyes were closed even as his expression was pinched with pain. âWe all need sleep, right? All three of us do. Vanessa wonât ask too many questions.â
âIf we show up with him, she probably should!â
âWhy?â
âAnaya, for Godâs sake⌠Taking a minor across state lines is fucking kidnapping!â
âSure, if we had kidnapped him, but we didnât! Somebody else did!â
âOkay, first of all, that isnât how kidnapping works. Weâre not playing fucking flag football with a human being. Also, we donât know that he was kidnapped at all!â
âHe said his family is dead! That means he was kidnapped by whoever killed them!â
âWe. Donât. Know. That. It just means theyâre dead, it doesnât say anything about how they died or how he ended up where he is. Youâre⌠youâre just guessing at things we canât prove, that might not even be true!â
âWhat is that supposed to mean?â Her voice sharpened.
His own voice rose in response, louder than he intended. âHe might have lied to us or something!âÂ
The boy in the back flinched, hands moving to cover his head, visible as a sudden shift in the rearview mirror. Misae groaned, muttering something to himself. Edenâs chest twisted in dismay as he realized there was a tiny spot of red starting to show through the blanket, which meant the poor kid had started bleeding through his bandages at some point. He needed them changed. Eden must not have done a good enough job putting pressure on the wound. The stitches were doing their best, but Edenâs first aid kit wasnât great, and stitching someone up in the woods in a hurry was never going to work well anyway. He needed to redo the stitches, hopefully after a few hours of sleep and with steadier hands. Guilt prickled. âSorry... I'm sorry, man. I donât really think that youâre lying, exactly, itâs just⌠Maybe you told us what you thought we needed to hear so weâd help you. Iâd honestly understand if you did.â
âEden!â Anaya smacked at his shoulder. âYou canât just accuse him of lying!â
âIâm not trying to be accusing! Iâm just trying to keep us from getting thrown in prison. Taking a minor over state lines isnât just illegal, itâs a felony. We do not have enough knowledge about this situation right now to commit felonies for total strangers, even if they are bleeding all over my backseat!â
She huffed and rolled her eyes. âYou took out the backseat.â
â... please donât do that thing where you nitpick everything I say because youâre mad at me even though you know Iâm right.â
Anaya opened her mouth, then closed it and looked away. "Yeah, okay." For Anaya, that was a white flag raised high.Â
He took the truce she offered gladly. âOkay, so, we donât know him well enough to commit a felony on his behalf, even though heâs bleeding all over my trunk.â
She relaxed a little - his acknowledgement of the nitpick was his way of flying a white flag, too. Then she sighed. âWellâŚâ Anaya trailed off, then turned back around and looked at the road ahead as if it were personally offensive to her. âOkay, I can see your point. Maybe⌠maybe youâre right about this. Still, we donât even know heâs from Idaho at all, he might have already been taken over state lines? Weâre⌠thereâs no way weâre the bad guys for helping him, is there?â
âNo, I didnât say that. I donât think we are, and I absolutely agree that he needs help. Iâm just⌠Iâm just too tired to think straight about this, or maybe Iâd have a better idea of what we should do. We need to stop so I can nap, so we can all nap. Yeah?â
âFair enough.â Anaya tipped her head back against her seat, her black hair spilling in messy waves all around her shoulders and down to her ribcage. The clear light of morning turned her skin Eden fell in love all over again.
He usually did, every time he looked at her.Â
âNaptime for everybody,â She said, a little dreamily. âSounds good. Does that sound good to you, too, Misae?â
The boy had to hear them, they werenât keeping their voices particularly low, but he didnât answer. He was lying down in the back of the car, everything but his injured leg curled up as tightly as he could get, existing in a kind of numb silence.Â
Shock, Eden had thought at first. Now his mind skipped back to the sight of the scars the kid was covered in, and he wondered if he just was too used to being hurt and simply didn't think this kind of thing was worth even remarking on. Or... maybe he was used to getting hurt worse if he spoke up about the pain. Maybe it had been safer to be silent.
Still... at least the kid seemed to be getting some sleep. He'd clearly dozed on and off for most of the drive. He didnât even seem to be listening to them now, when they were specifically talking about him.Â
When Eden checked the mirror, all he saw was that reddish-brown hair with gray scattered throughout, sticking out like a puffball above the blankets heâd curled himself up beneath, which Eden did not allow himself to think was cute. The red stain on the blanket - was it a little bigger than the last time heâd looked?
Shit.
âRight." He hummed, changing lanes. "Also, not to like harp on this or anything, but⌠what if somebodyâs still looking for him?â
Anayaâs thoughtful frown deepened. âHe said that his family-â
âIs dead, no, I know he said that. Iâm not talking about family, not exactly. But that guy with the gun, he said something about finding bodies on their land before, remember? Like this isnât the first time. And he was clearly hunting that wolf. So⌠would they just give up looking?â
Anayaâs worry had her thumb shifting upwards, until she was absently nipping at her thumbnail, catching it between top and bottom teeth and worrying at a torn spot of skin along her cuticle. âI donât know. I guess I figured they would, if he wasnât on their land anymore, butâŚâÂ
Eden sighed, half-smiling as he reached out and put a hand over hers, pulling it back down and holding tight. âStop that, baby.â
She blinked. âWhat?â
âStop eating your hand,â Eden said, with long-suffering affection. Her fingers twined into his and he gave a short squeeze. She squeezed back.
âEden, seriously, Iâm not eating my-â Naya glanced down at her thumb, the nail already torn at one corner. She smiled a little. âOh. I guess I was. Well, anyway, we should still help him, right? We canât just leave some kid to bleed to death alone. If we donât go to Missoula, what do we do next?â
âI honestly⌠I donât know.â He had to pull his hand back - this road was way too full of curves to be safe to drive one-handed - but the simple gestures, old habits long built between them, settled his racing heart a little. He and Anaya had been together since before heâd dropped out of his residency, even, as friends at first and then they had realized more or less at the same time that 'just friends' had started being more without either of them noticing it. The memory of their simultaneous attempts to officially ask each other out, awkward and sweet, made everything about the day seem suddenly a little easier to handle. He took a deep breath. âIâm just saying that we donât know anything about this kid, except that he got shot and heâs running from somebody named Bill.â
âWe also know that heâs a werewolf,â Anaya pointed out. When Eden didnât respond, she frowned, narrowing her eyes at him. Eden chanced a glance sidelong so he could see it - her squinty eyes always made her adorable, even if sheâd get really, really mad if he told her that.
She saw him thinking it anyway.
Her eyes narrowed even more, but the corner of her mouth twitched upwards. âEden Yarrow, you quit that.â Anaya hissed, badly hiding the smile that kept trying to creep over her, âThis is not me joking. Heâs a werewolf! You saw him being a wolf! We both saw that heâs a werewolf!â
âNo, we didnât. We definitely saw a wolf. Weâre agreed on that. Then, later, we saw a kid hiding under my car. Two totally different events that happened literally hours apart.â He paused, letting the silence draw out. The radio droned in and out of whatever stations it could pick up this far away from anything at all. He winced when he heard a scrap of a sermon. The sound was too familiar not to feel like ghosts haunting him down to the bone, the echo of his fatherâs own thundering disappointment. âWe donât, technically speaking, actually know that theyâre even related events.â
Anaya didnât respond, but the sheer weight of her answering stare burned hot against his right cheek. He could have seen it with his eyes closed. He was vaguely afraid heâd end up with some kind of burn as a result.
Eden tried to wait her out. The silence drew out. The radio played part of a hip-hop song and then went back to static.Â
Naya had always been better at the quiet game, though, and after only a couple of minutes he gave up trying and just sighed. âOkay, I admit it would be a really big coincidence-â
âYeah, Iâd say it would be one hell of a coincidence!â She drew the word out, gave it syllables it didnât even have. âI mean, sure, itâs a coincidence, in the same way that Batman and Bruce Wayne are coincidentally never seen in the same room at the same time-â
âDonât you bring Batman into this.â
âFine. Clark Kent and Superman, then.â
âNow youâre just listing every superhero.â
âLook, if you want to play this game, I could do this for days. Weâll die of dehydration before I run out of superheroes and their secret identities.â
He didnât know if she looked as smug as she sounded, but he knew if he looked heâd start laughing and this whole conversation would be a wash.
â... Fine. Yeah, okay, you win. Iâll accept it. Werewolves are real. Men who turn into fucking wolves on the full moon, totally real. Oh, and cherry on top of the sundae, thereâs one in the back of my car right now. Pure insanity, but sure.â
âInsanity. Right. But wouldn't you-... wouldn't-" The corner of her mouth twitched upwards again. She muttered under her breath, and had to put her hands up over her face. Her shoulders shook a little.
Eden sighed. His headache was getting worse. Even his arms felt weirdly heavy. They passed a road sign advertising a rest stop coming up, and he shifted into the right lane, not bothering with a turn signal. There was nobody but them and a handful of tractor trailers and like two other cars on the road right now anyway. âWhat?â
Anaya shook her head. She still had her hands over her mouth. âYou wonât like it.â
âWhy not? Just tell me. Whatâs so damn funny?â
âWould you say it's insanity... or..." She said, her voice slightly cracked with suppressed laughter. âEden. Listen. Wouldn't it more accurately be... lunacy? Get it? Like the moon? Lunacy? Werewolves and the m-â
âOh, Jesus Christ,â Eden muttered. âIsnât the guy in the relationship supposed to do the stupid dad jokes? Anaya, I am not laughing.â
âHi, Not Laughing, Iâm Anaya.â She threw her head back, the sound of her laughter bouncing around the inside of the car. A little delirious with her own exhaustion. It made Eden feel warm to hear it, even as he heard the boy in the back shift around for the first time. In the mirror, he caught sight of those unsettling light brown eyes, glinting gold with reflected sun, as the kid lifted his head enough to stare at Anaya like sheâd grown four new arms.Â
Wolf eyes.
He had to admit it.
The kid did not have human eyes at all.Â
He took the exit for the rest stop, relieved to break eye contact. It had felt almost like a physical weight, demanding to be recognized even though the kid remained quiet.Â
He was unsurprised to see a few semi trucks already parked alongside three regular cars. A small family sat eating what was clearly a kind of picnic breakfast at a small table in the morning sunlight. Another man had a dog on a leash sniffing around the edges of a trash can.
The boy must have seen the man with the dog, too. He made a sound, low in his throat, shifting over to get a better look through the backseat window. The sound he made was like a rumble, eyes laser focused on the man and his dog, and suddenly the mess of his hair seemed almost to stick out more than it had before. He shifted as Edenâs car passed by the two, his injured leg dragging a little as he tried to kneel, hands against the glass.Â
Eden pulled into a parking spot at the very end of the row, as far away from anyone else as he could get, and just sat there, blinking. Then the nature of the sound seemed to suddenly make itself clear to him all at once. âWhat the hell? Dude, are you trying to growl? Anaya, heâs growling. Like a-â
âWolf?â Anaya asked the question in a tone of pure and perfect innocence. When Eden glanced at her, her eyebrows were raised nearly to her hairline. âWould you say it was a wolflike sound, there, Eden? Canine, perhaps?â
âNo, I wouldnât,â He snapped, but his heart wasnât in it. Anaya reached out to take his hand, pulling his knuckles to her lips to kiss them, one by one. He found himself relaxing until his head dropped back against the headrest. The world swam in front of him, the trees that lined the rest stop shifting in and out of focus.
God, he needed some sleep.Â
Anaya yawned, Eden yawned - and then, in the back, he heard the unmistakable sound of Misae yawning, too. Anaya rolled her shoulders, then shifted to open the door and step out. âIâm going to go check and see if this place has one of those coffee vending machines. You want anything?â
âGranola bar or protein bar, if they got one. Also coffee. Not that it'll do much good. Anything for you?â He looked back at the mirror again when there wasnât an answer. âHey. Wolfboy.â
Misae looked away from him. Eden could read his expression well enough, though. He looked⌠hurt. His shoulders slumped, inching up towards his chin, and he sat back down.Â
Anaya frowned. âI think we just insulted him.â
âOh.â Eden cleared his throat. âUh⌠Misae. Is âwolfboyâ bad? Not a good nickname?â
The boyâs eyes dropped down as he licked at his lips, taking in a deep breath and then slowly letting it out. His eyes cut off to one side, refusing to look back. An uncomfortable, heavy silence weighed all of them down.Â
Just as Eden was about to give up waiting for him to speak and tell Anaya to go on and get the food, Misae cleared his throat. His words came out halting and hesitant, speaking slowly. âItâs fine. Just water, please.â
Anaya nodded. âYou got it. Any food for you? Youâve got to be hungry by now, right?â
Misae didnât respond this time, no matter how long they waited. He just blinked.Â
Anaya sighed and then shrugged at Eden. âIâll get him something,â She said, voice low, and then walked away, the car closing gently behind her. Misae watched her go, eyebrows furrowing a little in something like worry. The two men watched Anaya disappear into the rest stop building.
After a couple of minutes had passed, Misae whined. The tone was a little different than it had been before - not pain, but⌠concern. It was a deeply familiar sound, one Eden had heard a hundred times in his life or more.Â
âOh, stop it, sheâs coming right back.âÂ
Silence from the back.Â
Eden caught himself, and then made a sound somewhere between a groan and a laugh. Even he wasnât sure which he meant to do. âSorry. I know youâre not a dog.â
"Was... shifted, for too long. Can't remember which I am sometimes."
"Oh. Uh... Sorry?"
Silence.
Eden sighed. âBoy, you are not a talker, huh.â
The quiet drew out for a while longer. Edenâs mind wandered, and he found himself picking up the silver bullet, turning it in circles so he could run his fingers over the markings carved into it. They looked almost like⌠runes. Only not like them at all. But the idea was the same - symbols drawn in straight lines and dots, the occasional half-circle curve. Some of them had been partly obliterated by being fired into a human being - or not a human being, maybe, at least not all the way - but he could still get a sense for them by running his fingers over the curves of the thing.Â
It felt oddly heavy in his hands. When he tipped it to one side and then the other, something seemed to shift inside it. Was it full of buckshot? It was a miracle it hadnât filled the kidâs body with shrapnel. If it had broken apart the way Eden had thought it wouldâŚ
Well, sewing up the wound wouldn't have been enough to save him.
His lips pressed together into a line. Then, he turned to look back at Misae, who was watching Eden and the bullet, his eyes locked with unconcealed dread on the way the silver glinted in the sunlight. Edenâs eyes narrowed in thought. âHey.â
Brown-gold eyes flicked to his, then back to the silver.Â
âWill you hold this for me?â Eden held the bullet out, only to watch with wide eyed as Misae flinched violently backwards, crying out in pain as his injured leg was forced into motion. He stopped only when his back was pressed against the back windshield. He had to clutch at the blankets and pull them back up to cover himself, but briefly all his scarred-up nakedness, the parade of bruises in various stages of healing all over his body, the mix of uneven welts and sharp, perfect straight lines of damaged skin were all on terrible display.
Eden looked nervously out the windows, but nobody seemed to have noticed them. Good. The idea of having to explain what Misae doing in his car was... not even scary, just something so exhausting he couldn't even stand to think about it. He dropped the bullet back into the cupholder. âSilver really freaks you out, huh?â
Misae slowly nodded, but he didnât relax or move back close. âBad,â He said, hoarsely. âItâs bad.â
âSilver is bad? Like, it hurts you? Like mythology?"
âIt hurts.â Misaeâs chin jerked down in the nod, and he crossed his arms in front of himself. His face was pale, white under the darkened freckles. âIt⌠burns me, cuts me, doesnât heal.â
âIt doesnât heal?â Eden thought of the wound that was still, somehow, bleeding even though heâd stitched it up and bandaged it heavily. âLike, ever?â
âIf it comes out, it will. Different then.â Misaeâs shoulders hunched near his ears and he looked down, hair falling forward to shadow his eyes. âHeals too slowly. Always scars. I donât⌠like to see silver.â
âOh. Uh⌠sorry. I didnât mean to scare you. I didnât think⌠that it would scare you like that, but that makes sense. Hey, about earlier⌠do they call you that? The, uh, the people⌠where youâve been living? Do they call you âwolfboyâ? Is that why it bugged you when I said it?â
Another long pause. Speaking with Misae felt like dropping a coin into a well and having to wait way too long before you hear it splash. Eventually, those narrow shoulders shrugged. âSometimes they call me that. Sometimes other things.â
âOther things?â
âWorse things.â
âLike what?â
Misae looked at him through shaggy bangs, lips thinning.
âYeah⌠okay. You probably donât want to just tell me the nasty bits, you barely know me.â Eden sighed, leaning over until his forehead touched the steering wheel, closing his eyes. He wondered if heâd just⌠doze off, if he kept them shut for too long. He started talking just to try and keep himself awake. âThis has been⌠the weirdest day, man. I have a werewolf in my car. An injured werewolf. An injured teenage werewolf.â With his level of exhaustion, it suddenly seemed like a reasonable possibility. Sure, why wouldnât there be werewolves? Why not? Why wouldnât there be a werewolf with knobby elbows and long legs in the back of his stupid old car?Â
Maybe Bigfoot was out there, too, and theyâd catch him hitchhiking. Or fucking little green aliens in flying saucers. Why the hell not? Or even vampires, maybe.Â
Maybe theyâd find a vampire staked through the wrong part of their chest next with a thumb out for a ride and have to take them on a road trip, too. Like a fucked-up road trip movie. Maybe heâd walk into a fairy circle of mushrooms one morning and vanish, never to be seen again. Or wake up in three hundred years the same age he was when he went to sleep, orâŚ
Maybe all of it was real, legends and myth. Maybe he didnât notice because heâd never tried to read between the lines of reality before.Â
If he was having thoughts like that, he desperately needed sleep. He had to force down a half-hysterical giggle and make himself focus on his next train of thought. It was getting more difficult to think at all. âThe guy who shot you. The one we saw in the woods. Who is that?â
Pause. âAustin.â
â... Is Austin one of the people⌠you live with?â
âSort of.â
âWhat⌠what does âsort ofâ mean?â God, it was like pulling teeth that just kept growing deeper roots every time he asked a question, fighting harder to give him nothing. Kid didnât exactly make himself easy to rescue, now did he?
No. That wasnât fair. Heâd gotten right into the car, heâd let Eden and Anaya drive him away without protest. He just⌠didnât seem to find it easy to speak.Â
âAustin lives in the house.â Â
âWhere do you live?â
Silence again, other than the soft sound of Misae breathing.Â
Did he not want to answer? Or did he not know what Eden was asking, not pick up on it? Maybe he thought Eden was making fun of him somehow. Eden frowned, trying to think, to reword the question. âIâm asking seriously. Did you not live in the house? Where did you sleep? Come on. Talk to me, Iâm trying to understand.â
Misae shrugged again. âOutside.â
That seemed to be all Misae was willing to give him.Â
Eden listened as the boy behind him just laid back down against the back of the car, hissing through his teeth at the pain in his stitched-up leg. Eden glanced back in time to see him cover himself until even his hair vanished beneath the layers of quilted cotton blankets. Just an unmoving lump with a red splotch near the bottom.Â
The boy was literally hiding from having to continue the conversation.
âOkay, guess weâre done with that, then,â Eden muttered, rubbing his hands over his face. His stubble was scratchy under his palms along his jaw, and the sensation sent a warmth through him. Felt pretty damn good, even though he knew it would drive him crazy if he didnât get a chance to shave in the next couple of days. Â
He decided, glutton for punishment that he was, to try one more time. âAre these people going to keep looking for you, even though we got you off their land?â After a long pause, he let his frustration bleed into his tone, and stopped trying to gentle it. âJust fucking answer me, okay, man? Are the people who shot you going to keep looking for you now?â
Misaeâs muffled voice came, barely audible from under the blankets. âYes.â
âWhat happens if they find you?â
Silence.
âGod damn it, kid-â
âContainment!â Misaeâs voice trembled, now, enough for Eden to hear it. The word seemed forced from him against his will, spat out like poison. He wondered suddenly if he wasnât hiding from the conversation itself, but trying to hide his tears from view. Ashamed or even afraid of his own emotions. âQuarantine.â
A pit opened somewhere between Edenâs chest and his stomach. He shivered, despite the warmth of the sun shining on him through the window. Goosebumps raised on his arms until he rubbed at them with one hand. âWhat?âÂ
He glanced over at the rest stop building and saw Anaya through the glass doors. She stood off to one side at the vending machines, choosing something, looking down at her phone while she waited.
âBeen in quarantine so he could fix us. But⌠but I left.â Misae hitched in an uneven breath, a whine at the edge of his exhale. Twisting canine noise into human speech. âLeft.â
âWhy did you leave?â
Misae looked to the side, his hopelessness a heavy weight in the car, pressing the both of them down. âBill decided no one would ever get better. Canât be fixed.â
âWhat does that mean? âGetting better?ââÂ
âNot⌠becoming. We might still hurt people. Make them sick, too."
â... You hurt people?â
âI⌠I didnât mean toâŚâ Misae licked at his lips again, looking away and then back, and Eden had trouble with the combination of a very human body echoing very canine traits over and over again.Â
âSo you were⌠kept in quarantine to keep you from hurting people?â
"From making them sick."
"... oh."
Eden felt like the next pause between sentences like a hammer bashing at his brain. His heart beat too hard. He looked up and saw Anaya heading back their way, a coffee in each hand, somehow balancing a water bottle between her arm and her side and with protein bars stuffed in her pockets. He swallowed, feeling a surreal and completely pointless urge to tell her to stay away. Get out, run, get help.
To what? Save him from the exhausted, frightened, injured boy in the back who clearly couldnât have hurt a fly in his current state? The thought was ridiculous. Misae was the epitome of fucking harmless.Â
Bill, whoever he was, was clearly a liar.
Then again⌠Eden thought of the wolf racing in the moonlight, stumbling through their campsite.Â
In the end, Misae was the first one to speak again. He just said, voice flat, âSilver was supposed to fix us. Make us safe. But Bill said it wasnât enough. Itâs⌠itâs like rabies.â
âWhatâs like rabies?â
"The bite."
Eden cleared his throat. âOkay, so⌠thatâs why youâre on your own? Because of what this Bill guy said about it not being treatable? So you ran away?"
Misaeâs throat moved, adamâs apple shifting up and down. His lips twisted into something like a snarl before he closed his eyes tightly. He pulled one knee to his chest, the injured leg still stuck out straight, and closed his arms around it, hiding most of his face. His shoulders shook, and the tears in his voice couldnât be hidden no matter how soft and hoarse he kept his words.
âI thought I did a good enough job pretending."
A pause.
âI didnât know Austin would see me when I climbed out of it.â
âOut of what?â
â... The hole.â
Eden stared sightlessly ahead, feeling somehow like it would be easier for Misae if he wasn't looking. His heart beat hard and ice pushed through his veins. "The hole?"
"We were all buried together. I had to wait. I was... I was the only one who climbed out of the... it was a g-grave..." Misae began to cry, sobs shaking thin shoulders, hoarse rasping sobs that filled the whole space inside the little car.
Anaya returned, balancing coffee and water and granola bars stuffed into her pockets. She opened the car door and then froze, staring. Her eyes went from Misae to Eden. "What-... what happened while I was gone?"
Eden felt like his own eyes were too wide, ringed in white, when he met her gaze.
"We, uh." He cleared his throat. "Get in. You were right. Let's stop to sleep in Missoula."
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@finder-of-rings @burtlederp @scoundrelwithboba @shrimpwritings
#bleeding by moonlight fic#whump#original fiction#werewolf#werewolves#werewolf oc#nonhuman whumpee#fantasy writing#original fantasy#original modern fantasy#modern fantasy#scars#referenced murder#referenced death#dehumanization#internalized dehumanization#original writing#referenced#captivity#runaway whumpee#escaped whumpee#teenage whumpee#werewolf whump#werewolf fiction
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ATREM and TRESARUS
Tresarus is the born leader of the biggest clan of gargoyles and Atrem is a refugee of a different tribe that was destroyed by humans.
Treasarus grows up with his parents inside the caves of the inner castle walls, he has been trained from a young age to lead and protect both human and gargoyle alike. Tresarus father and mother, has worked very hard to earn the trust of the humans of both their own and neighboring villages, so the pressure to not ruin his parents legacy is constant when Tresarus takes over his fathers title as Leader and protector of Astreon Castle and The Western Rock gargoyles.
Atrems is originally from a southern tribe that had lived harmoniously with humanity for eons, which is why the southern tribe was completely caught off guard, when they were attacked by humans. Only Atrem and his mother managed to escape the massacre and flee north, where they sought sanctuary at Astreon Castle. They managed to assimilate with their northern kin, but the attack on the southern tribes sets off an uneasiness amongst both human and gargoyles after, like a storm had started Brewing. Atrem grows up to be a clever and hardworking gargoyle, who always does his best to please as many as possible, human and gargoyles alike. Which eventually pays off and lands him a prestigious post as guard of the kings niece which Atrem takes at high pride in but eventually he learns when you try to please everybody you end up pleasing nobody.
Atrem is very devoted to Tresarus and just wants to help him succeed as a leader but also wish he could help him live a little and realize his own accomplishments and not just his failures. He knows Tresarus is and has been carrying the weight of the gargoyles on his shoulders from a young age and tends to blame himself for even the smallest mistakes and incidents. Tresarus is very infatuated with Atrem but he is afraid of hurting him and is also not sure if his feelings are being reciprocated with honesty or with loyalty. Heâs aware of the uneven power dynamic between the two of them and heâs afraid that Atrem is only by his side, because he thinks he has no other choice. He knows Atrem would stay by his side forever if he simply asked, so Tresarus is constantly battling his selfish desires to keep Atrem to himself, with his care for the young gargoyle and his wish to see him truly free.
(Still figuring out their story but they are definitely dumb in love and denial :3c)đ
#gargoyles#gargoyletober#thatâs not a real tag but Iâm making it one ahshsh#it is definitely heavily inspired by the gargoyles the animated series agdgdg#I would be stupid not to acknowledge that lol but mine is a lil gayer and sadder and Iâm not sure if I wanna make the modern part anymore#mud art#monster#fantasy#titania#oc stuff
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Masterlist
"Nik? Do you think, we could be together in another universe?" "In every single one, Nebo."
Fantasy!Nikolai x Fantasy!Zhar I miss them
#cod oc#cod original character#call of duty original character#cod#cod modern warfare#cod mw2#cod nikolai#nikolai cod#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare#call of duty modern warfare 2#olga zhar samoilova#fantasy au#mw3 nikolai#call of duty nikolai#nikolai call of duty#nikolai reboot call of duty#call of duty mw 2022#nikolai mw2#nikolai mw3#mw2 nikolai
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A modern fairy tale fantasy take on my OC Samâan unwilling avatar of Peter Pan and co. who'd rather be a proper grown-up by now. đ§ââď¸đđđ°ď¸
#oc art#ocs#my art#illustration#oc artist#artists on tumblr#modern fantasy#peter pan#samson goodman#peter sam au
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....this started out as a "Sketch something. ANYTHING!!!" And now it's certainly something. đ
#sketches#sketch#rough sketch#sketch dump#it me#ocs#theo#shin megami tensei#shin megami tensei v#darksiders#dragon quest#dragon quest xi#call of duty modern warfare#call of duty mw2#shovel knight#dead cells#hyper light drifter#hollow knight#overwatch#final fantasy ix#fanart#digital art#video games#my art#artists on tumblr#how did i not reach the tag limit? X'D#fighting artblock#art block
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Snack carrier
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Feeling generous + New sketchbook!
1st pic- Van Helsing au (watched 2005 movie)
2nd- Random fantasy/ DOTA(Valve game+ Tv show)
3rd-6th- literally just Fuse concept and doodles :0)
#artists on tumblr#cod#art#call of duty#artwork#fanart#cod mw2#traditional drawing#sketchbook#sketch#oc art#oc#Fuse-ThybreadmoldsOCs#cod oc art#cod oc#ghost call of duty#cod soap#soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#marcus fuse minx#original content#fantasy#soap call of duty#cod modern warfare#thybreadmolds
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Nik and Aster got some redesigns for the seconf arc of the AMP storyline and I must say I cooked with these. I was especially proud of Asteroth's design for his true form, given the depictions of his demonic inspiration
#audio rp#nexus#original characters#original content#independent creator#independent artist#modern fantasy#mr. laveau#mr. laveau's art gallery#asmrtist#asmr rp#asmr roleplay#boyfriend asmr#asmr boyfriend#audio roleplay#asmr community#audio rp community#magical teacher speaker#urban fantasy#magical highschool#magical school#orginal character#oc#demon oc#original character#character design#digital art#artwork#artists on tumblr#artist of tumblr
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