#my dumb ocs

[bottle-box]

my half of an art trade with @theskybug of our ocs sable and butterfly!

[the-writing-blog69]

Laika

Laika did what she always did when she had the opportunity to be alone. Work on her inventions, her robots and her guns. She ignored the loud noises of the TV in the dorm to the right of her, and the sound of arguing in the dorm to the left of her. Soldering gun in hand, she carefully wields two pieces of steel together, making alterations to her gun. Her blue eyes are steady, pupils tracing down the line as metal fused together to form one piece. Her hand reached out to grapple the can of some energy drink she picked up from a convenience store, sipping at it’s contents. 

It tasted far too acidic, sour and all the carbonation had left it by now, but the caffeine was all Laika cared for. She would get a real meal after this, beyond that of instant noodles and other stuff she could put in the microwave without a second thought. Because all her thoughts remained on her work, the one thing that she felt she still had control over. She could destroy these, and she’d be in the right, because it is hers and no one else’s. Of course, she wouldn’t do that. Because she cared about them. Even if they couldn’t care about her.

Her mind wandered too far, and the soldering gun sparked in her hands. “Дерьмо!” She cursed, turning off the soldering gun and slamming it down on her desk. Maybe she should sleep. She was getting sloppy, clumsy. She buried her face in her hands, rubbing at her weary eyes. No. She couldn’t. It wasn’t fair to waste this opportunity. 

Everyone in Black Swan Bay wanted to go to the Capital, go to college and experience normality. Even if it turned out to only be a lie, Laika had also fantasized about going to the city with Renata and Z. Adventuring in the city, shopping for clothes and picking out what food they got to eat, experiencing anything but the extreme cold of Siberia. Eating chocolate pastries at a cafe, before the flavor had been ruined for her. 

But studying was merely another lie. Like the blood transfusions and the medicine and the treatments. Even if the dragon blood had made her sickness melt away, it still was a lie. Everything was a lie. She lifted her hands from her face, burying her fingers into her red hair, staring down at the table. 

When the bombs dropped, Laika was desperate. Truly desperate. To save any of them. To protect them. Yet, no matter how many soldiers she shot, she couldn’t stop them from picking off her friends- no, her family one by one. Seeing their bloody bodies laying in the snow, feeling only how it was both too hot and too cold. All she could see was red, and all she could hear was screams, the taste of blood in her mouth, when it wasn’t scouching as she breathed flame. Incinerating anything that got close to those she treasured. When she came too, she was covered in blood, her back aching that had torn through her back and her head in stabbing pain from the horns that burst through her skin. Confused, horrified at the demon she had become. 

She was shot, and then Renata was shot, and she was pushed into the freezing water below. 

And now she was living their dream. She couldn’t enjoy it though, and she beat herself up for that because how dare she be ungrateful, she was the only one to survive and now she was being pathetic, and everyone in Black Swan Bay would hate her for this. 

She would live the rest of her life in freezing cold if it meant that she could be back at Black Swan Bay, living in that little cabin with Renata and Z and Vera and all of them. Well, all of them, except for one. 

She would execute Herzog personally, and leave his body for the wolves to devour. And this would be merciful. 

[scentedromancandles]

Gave Scarlett’s design a bit of a update!

[thatonepizzaman]

SCrReee

[jumpyrope]

saw other people reblogging with their art so i thought id add mine! this is my dnd oc Medren and all these expressions are absolutely perfect for him. thanks for the expression meme!

Choose ur fighter..

Here we go again

[louhinks]

Durge name any% speedrun 3.2/s PB

[cobaltfluff]

competitive aquarium date

bonus: the night before

[telanadasvhenan]

This was funnier in my head

[jumpyrope]

could not resist making this bout my dnd oc medren lol. he loves knives and often ends up bothering xida, the npc our dm made to babysit the party. whoops, sorry xida!

i initially wanted to do my own style but the style in the original is so funny i had to make it match

Draw your characters like this (x)

[mr-malumm]

Popsicle day 🥰🥰🥰

[caemidraws]

Oath/breaking

[bottle-box]

the smurf at the end of everything

[the-writing-blog69]

Transformers Scrapyard: Night-In

A meet the cast sort of thing

Kip was sitting on Optimus’ leg, looking up as the first star blinked into sight as the sun lowered, dipping down over the horizon. Dusk settled slowly, night encroaching, creeping forth with its blanket of darkness and starlight. She’d have to go home soon, or her mom would worry. But for right now, she’d stay, petting the Raccoon that laid in her lap.

Optimus was careful to hold the books that Kip had brought from the library, his digits so much bigger than the literature he was reading. The words were almost too small for him to properly make out, but his one optic that wasn’t flickering was able to make them out. Reading, it was one of the few things that he could do without being in unbearable pain anymore. The crater that had been shot into his chest made sure of that. The faint glow of the Matrix was visible, just barely covered by the melted metal that had cooled and congealed and fused together, blue light emitting from the hole.

Ted was doing what he did best. Car stuff. Taking apart the engine of one of the scrap cars in the yard with almost surgical-like precision. Ironhide was tasked with flashing the light under the hood so Ted could see what he was doing. Ironhide made a couple of less than pleased noises as he looked upon Ted’s work. As he watched Ted pull the pistons out of the truck’s engine, he looked away, casting his flashlight elsewhere. “Light.” Ted spoke the one word command. Ted was never a man of many words.

“You can't blame me for being squeamish. Ain’t a pretty sight for a bot.” Ironhide tried to plead his case to the human. Ted looked at him for a moment, but relented.

“Robin!” Ted called out, earning an exasperated groan from the teenager from the rooftop of the trailer. Robin and Brainstorm were doing… something with pieces of the crashed ship, energon, and fireworks. Ted furrowed his brow. He’d lecture Brainstorm on the importance of not blowing up his trailer later.

“Why can’t someone else do it? Me and Brainstorm are doing something important.” Robin rebutted, but Ted just looked back at her with that same expression he always had.

“Admittedly, I do not require your assistance with this particular project.” Brainstorm loosened another bolt on the piece of the control panel that they had found, getting access to the insides. He could refashion the internal positioning system into a tracker, and that would get them one step closer to finding the Allspark.

“Fine.” Robin drawed out the word, before carefully descending from the rooftop, and joining Ted. She pulled out a flashlight from her hoodie pocket, and pointed it towards the engine. The light bulb shined its radiance onto the metal, and Ted continued his work. Ironhide would’ve heaved a sigh of relief if he had lungs.

Near the back porch, Finley flipped another piece of fish, turning the raw side down onto the heated bars of the grill, listening to the sharp hiss that emitted from it. Pretty much anything and everything about fish was something that he loved. Fishing, studying them, eating them. Right now, he is cooking them. He and Seaspray spent a long while out in the sea that morning, one of the benefits of being in a coastal town. He didn’t need to spend anything to get fresh fish. Bumblebee was seated nearby, watching intently.

“So, why do you have to make it hot first? Why not just eat it as is?”

“To make it taste better. Though, there are a few types of fish that don’t need to be cooked.”

“What types of fish?”

“Well- ow!” In Finley’s distraction, his hand had drifted over and his wrist grazed against a piece of hot metal on the grill. He held his wrist, looking at the small burn that had already begun to form on his dark skin. “Yikes.” He muttered, shaking his head. “Can you make sure that the food doesn’t burn? I’m gonna head inside and look for a band-aid.” Finley looked up at the giant robot.

“Yeah, no Problem!” Bumblebee assured, giving a thumbs up to the marine biologist. Finley thanked him, and headed inside, the door shutting behind him. Bumblebee looked at the grill.

Wait, how would he know if it was done or not. Well, Finley had said that cooked fish tasted good, so… He picked up one of the filets of the fish from the grill, and promptly ate it. He processed the flavor for a moment. Another problem arises from this, another question. Was it supposed to taste like that? Bumblebee had only ever consumed energon, oil, and the occasional human snack before. And cheesecake, he did eat cheesecake that one time. Sure, it tasted good to him, but what if he was simply inexperienced in fish tasting? So, he waits, unsure of what else to do.

“Hey Bumblebee!” Kip spoke, getting up and off of Optimus Prime, walking over to the yellow Autobot.

“What’s up, little buddy?” Bumblebee smiled, his attention completely off of the fish that was currently burning behind him, strolling towards her, meeting her half way.

“I have to go home. Can you drive me?” Kip tilted her head to the side, her one remaining eye blinking. “Oh, uh, can you please drive me?” She corrected her manners.

“Yeah, I can deliver you back to your abode!” Bumblebee ruffled her short black hair with a single digit, before swiftly transforming into his alt mode. A yellow Volkswagen Beetle, with black on the hood of the car.

Robin punched Ted in the shoulder. “Punch buggy yellow!” She called out, though maybe she had put a bit too much force in her punch, as Ted staggered and hit the pole that was holding up the hood of the truck, and it collapsed onto him, covering his upper body up to his elbows. This earned a short yell from the mechanic. He flailed, trying to lift the piece of metal off of his head and back. “Sorry! Sorry sorry sorry!” Robin lifted the hood, allowing Ted to stand once more, who shot a short, annoyed glare at Robin.

“Finley!” Ted yelled out, looking back towards the grill. He saw no Finley, but he did see something else. He gasped, eyes widening as he saw the fire that had grown and used the charcoal-black burnt fish as fuel for the flames. It was steadily and rapidly consuming the grill. “FINLEY! THE GRILL!”

“Dang, I really wanted to eat that fish.” Robin muttered nonchalantly as she looked at the flames.

Kip gradually inched towards Bumblebee as Ted rushed towards the grill, yelling profanities as he tried to put out the flames by any means possible. “Should we uh… Bail?” Kip muttered, looking back at Bumblebee, who was still in his alt mode.

“Oh, yeah, definitely.” Bumblebee responded, opening his passenger door, allowing the girl to crawl in. She buckled up as Bumblebee drove off from the scene of his crime.

[snejkha]

My girlie Ophelia in some of her outfits/

[thehavster]

cat thing

[cozylittleartblog]

it is.... a mystery