#my dumb ocs

[bottleboxdraws]

lil doodle of my shadamy fankid, sable! she's going through an edgy phase

[bottle-box]

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

[the-writing-blog69]

FIRST ENCOUNTERS

Azami looked out upon the gray skies. The sun laid above the deep, dark clouds that shielded the earth from its rays. She stands at the edge of town, overlooking a highway. Her violet eyes stay stagnant on what is above her. She doesn't know where else to look. She doesn't know what else to do. Life seemed monotonous. Wake up, get dressed, go to school, go home, leave home, mess around for eight hours before returning back home, and trying to drown out the noise of her parents fighting so she could sleep. It was better when they were fighting with each other, rather than trying to fight with her. Still loud, though.

She moves her beanie slightly, scratching at her head. She leaves it lopsided. All is quiet in her mind, the constant drone of cars blending into the background. She feels empty. Empty and angry. It felt like there was nothing else in there. No innards, no brain, nothing. All that is in her is her emotions. A turbulent storm of feelings. None of them are good, but she doesn't know what they are. So, she calls it anger. She acts in anger. Something's wrong with her, this is something everyone is aware of. Her classmates, her parents, her teacher. They all knew.

Even Subaru eventually wised up to this inherent fact that there is something wrong with Azami. She knows that this isn't actually true, but she doesn't know what else to think. She knew he was going through his own issues, but it still hurt. That he wouldn't let her at least try to help him.

So here she is. Holding her bat, and wandering in the clouded dusk. She'll attack some random object with a bat in a blind rage, she'll collapse into tears, and then she'll wander back home, as she always did. As she always was stuck in this haze, this daze of anger and confusion. And she has no one to drag her out, to guide her back to clarity.

“You have suffered greatly, haven't you?”

A voice spoke from behind her. She whipped around, and saw… nothing. “You have endured great pain, and all alone as well.” Again, the voice hissed, the sound reminding her of a cat ready to strike.

“What- Who are you!?” She spat, turning sharply around. This time she saw… it. She wasn't entirely sure what else to call it. A being. Its body was composed of purple energy, sharp and erratic. Thorny, almost. Glowing brightly, radiantly. On some parts of its body there was armor, purple with accents of changing colors. Orange, yellow, green, so on and so forth. Two large pincers and the tip of a stinger. A scorpion.

“Something you desperately need. A friend.” She circled around her. Azami stepped back, breaking from the non-existent cyclone. Away from the buggish being. She seemed disappointed. “You do not trust easily. Why?”

“I don't need to explain shit to you.”

“Rather angry as well. I can tell your bond with the rest of your kind has been tarnished.” Azami's eyes narrowed, a glare forming in her purple gaze. How dare this… weird ghost creature make assumptions about her? “Your pain is so great, and this world has done you a great injustice-”

“You didn’t answer my question, What are you?” Azami pressed further, cutting off the oddity that hovered in front of her. The scorpion seemed… confused, and perhaps a little irritated. Well, from what Azami could guess, her face did not move, but her eyes narrowed a little. A glare that did not cause Azami to waver.

Eventually, she relented. “I am Scorpio. A being from the planet FM. An alien, as you humans call those from other planets. Your sadness is so profound that I came to help you.” Azami knows that there is something missing from that. That this Scorpio alien was withholding information. Like when her dad spoke to her mom about where the money for the rent went. “Of course, only if you want to be helped. Only if you allow me in.”

“What exactly would you even help me with?” Azami asked, crossing her arms. She is suspicious.

“Well, pain does not come from nowhere, at least not often. Someone or something must have caused your pain.” Scorpio hissed, not in anger but rather that just seemed to be the tone that her voice naturally took. Her voice was raspy and harsh, but she spoke in such a matter-of-fact way. She knew what she was talking about, at the very least. She knew what she was doing. “Wouldn't you like to make people suffer for once, instead of you being the one in pain from their actions?”

Azami sucks in a breath, processing this question. To be short, yes, Azami would like to hurt people. But she can't. Because, ultimately, she knows it's wrong. And because she knows it's ultimately useless. There's nothing in her life that could be fixed with senseless, mindless violence. But she wants it. She wants to make people afraid of her, to leave her alone.

Scorpio notices this. “I can provide the power you want. You can do whatever you wish with it, whenever you wish for it.” Scorpio's promise is tempting. Does she even really want this power? This added strength? There was no one in her life that could possibly warrant such a beat down. At least she thinks there isn't. She knows the pain that her parents inflict on her, and that is only with their words and actions. But doing such extreme harm seemed… Well, even if it was deserved she did not wish to stoop to their level. But it is oh so tempting.

Eventually, she finally catches a thought, a response. “What's the catch?” She knows better. That nothing in this world is for free. There has to be something that the other party wants. Money, a favor, something.

“There is but one thing I would like in return.” She speaks like she's bartering. Like she's trying to haggle. “I was sent here for a specific reason. I need you to help me find something that my planet has lost. That is all I require.” Scorpio explains. It sounded… even, she supposed. Fair. She can deal with that but- does she need it?

Azami is still thinking. She doesn't need it. She knows this. There is nothing in her life that could be solved with violence, hell it'd probably make some things worse. But she wants it. Selfishly and hatefully, she wants it. She has so much anger and spite, and no idea what to do with any of it. She is stuck as a violent person, she might as well do something with that intense desire to hurt. Azami pulls at her beanie, feeling the familiar fabric underneath her fingers, trying to ground herself.

“We could be unstoppable. And I know a few possible suspects of the thievery that could give you a challenge.” Scorpio continues. “I know how much you want that. To hurt others. Consider it like justice. Those fools deserve your wrath for all that they've done.”

Azami acts in anger and want. Azami acts viciously and without remorse. Azami acts in pain and she wants others to writhe in the same agony that she finds herself in. Azami is in pain. And that is why Scorpio is here. To prey upon that, to use that to her own gain. Azami knows that.

But she wants that power more than she knows that it's wrong. More than she knows she's being used.

“...Sure.” Is her final, definitive answer. Unsure, but still… sure. And that is how Azami has existed since the day she was born, and she is certain that it will be the same when she dies.

Scorpio grins. The wait was worth the catch, and she strikes, zapping herself into the Transer on Azami's arm. She feels the energy radiate off of the device on her wrist, pulsing like a heart. Her heart. Down deep in her chest, pumping blood through her being, through her heart and through her lungs and brain. All her innards. She is made of blood and organs and emotions, but she could be so much more. She could be strong. The words seem to snap into Azami's mind.

“EM Wave Change! Azami Kikuchi, on Air!”

The command, the demand is what causes the energy to consume her, flashing and purple. She can feel the poison that surges through her body, enough to kill any being on earth, but she is stronger than any being on earth. She is poison incarnate.

She is Scorpio Sting.

[scentedromancandles]

Gave Scarlett’s design a bit of a update!

[cafeyote]

me and gang at the haunted house

[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

[rookinthecrownest]

A moment's peace

featuring Tiny!Spite (courtesy of @/psin314), pose from @/mellon-soup

Spite waited his turn for Rook's attention patiently!! They've been asleep for 14 hrs

[snejkha]

Keep trying to doodle some of my ocs that I havent drawn yet..

Heres my monk Punch// (she named herself after their favourite drink :3) shes based off of a adopt I got from zin0 on twitter/bluesky/

[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)

[cobaltfluff]

competitive aquarium date

bonus: the night before

[telanadasvhenan]

This was funnier in my head

[bottle-box]

the smurf at the end of everything

[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. 

[mr-malumm]

Popsicle day 🥰🥰🥰

[caemidraws]

Oath/breaking