#my oc liver

[ghoulangerlee]

unknowingly created the weirdest OC ghoul last night while driving around (lost) with Kel at 3am

His name is Liver

Why is his name Liver? Well, he eats them. He eats liver. Doesn't matter if it's animal, human, ghoul or otherwise.

Lives in the basement of the church, sometimes siblings disappear and no one really questions it, actually.

He's earth inclined, about 7 foot tall (minus horns) when he's not glamoured (all the time). He's got shaggy, dark mossy green hair and his eyes are solid black, though when he does his version of blinking, they're a milky gray color. His skin is somewhat of a graphite gray though his skin gets lighter---an ashy sort of gray from elbow down to his hands.

His horns are similar to that of a sitatunga -- long and white and straight, adding to his already 7 foot of height. If you count his horns into his height he's somewhere closer to 8 1/2 or 9 ft unglamoured. And again, he's always unglamoured. Tall and imposing in a way that makes the basements the worst place to be at night; when he blends in with the shadows, watching you.

He doesn't blink in the human sense, can't quite figure that out; think of an alligator. He has a nictitating membrane that will cover his eyes briefly.

He can speak though, and does, though his voice is very flat and even when you do manage to catch him, sometimes he's not sure of the proper words to use and will create odd little phrases that seem very off the wall and don't quite make sense.

He loves murder, likes to kill things because he can get pretty territorial over things, it's something ingrained in him from his creation in the pits. Before being summoned (an accident), he was basically in an all out territory war trying to stop other ghouls from encroaching on his land.

Him being part of the church now? Does not stop his love of murder.

Sometimes, people need to disappear. For good reasons. For no reasons. Liver is your ghoul to do that. For a price. of liver

he did not kill the papas despite the rumors okay.

so yeah, he dwells in the basement and occasionally interacts with other ghouls who don't find him strange.

[shadowduel]

bad for you

[prisiidon]

Finding out that deepsea fish can turn their their photophore lights on and off makes Wraith and Viscera's hunting alot more scary in the daRK-

Esp if Wraith glows after a blood gorge, they’ll glow reD (bc of the blood dhdjfg)

[asmodeauxx]

just a page of wips n doodles

OTA has been rotting in my head for the past long while omlll

[katydoodles]

Thank you SpookyDarling for the Ko-Fi

[brainrotparsecsaway]

I've been struggling with art block, and bad.

Tried to draw em, but man it took effort

Anyway they have anything but coffee or tea in those mugs, my bets some sort of alcoholic beverage

Quasar probably has some soda and gin mix, while Leyc drinks something Quasar has dubbed "Jet fuel" from the smell alone

[biggsodorcitystories]

The Seagull's Daughter

I was in a mood to draw Susannah - and try to make it clear how much she looks like Edward - again and share some facts about her. Given that her mother's (Edward's) engine type were commonly known as Seagulls, I drew her eating chips (fries), which are the favourite food of all coastal seagulls. Despite being in the US, Bigg City has a thriving British community and therefore has one or two proper Fish n Chip shops along the port.

Some facts about Susannah Moran:

Full name is Susannah Alice Zoanna Moran - her first and middle given names are in honour of her father's favourite sister, her mother's favourite sister, and her godmother.

Half engine, half tugboat. She is faster than other harbour tugs thanks to her mother's heritage.

Her horn sounds more like a deeper version of Edward's whistle. She's a little self-conscious about it.

Prior to her arrival in Bigg City Port, Susannah lived in Ellesmere Port, and worked in Birkenhead as part of the Cammell Laird fleet where most of her family (and her father previously) worked.

Susannah volunteered to join other members of her fleet in going to Bigg City on behalf of Cammell Laird - the shipbuilders - who were interested in gaining a foothold in the US post-war. She was accompanied by some cousins and some of Zebedee's siblings.

The eldest daughter of Zebedee and Edward, the blue engine, Susannah was conceived as part of her parents' plan to marry. Fortunately, this plan was successful.

Suffered bullying due to being a half-breed, but quickly learned to stand up for herself and takes no nonsense from anyone - including attempts by the coastguard to judge her for being the daughter of a Z-Stack.

Is called Little Susie by her family - except for Zebedee, who calls her Princess, Edward, who calls her Sugarlump, and her siblings, who call her Zannie - but prefers everyone else to call her Sooz.

Speaks fluent Mandarin and Cantonese like her father.

Is the same age as Warrior and Andrew Conroy (Big Mac and Top Hat's youngest son)

Is dedicated to being very impartial when it comes to the rival fleets, despite her father and godmother being Z-Stacks, and makes a serious attempt to get on with all of them.

[radioactivepeasant]

Free Day Thursday, Part Two

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(TW for Jak having to get medical treatment. He's unconscious for this, but it's not fun for any of the adults treating him)

This was going to be a 2 parter but I forgot that this segment in my doc is spread across two chapters lol so 3 parter it is.

"Sire, you need to come to Ward 2."

Damas grunted, but continued observing two recruits sparring in the Arena. One was a Marauder. Had been a Marauder. He'd shot his commander in defense of a prisoner, and that made him a marked man. That the older raider had been his father only made the price on his head higher. And the weight on his shoulder heavier.

It wasn't out of pity that Damas was allowing the young man to earn a place in Spargus. Nostalgia, maybe, but not pity. When he looked at this young Marauder, this Moln, he saw echoes of Jak. The Jak from the Other Future.

Older, perhaps, than Jak had been when he'd first found him. Moln was probably just past twenty. But he had that same wounded anger at the world. That same need to prove himself.

Unfortunately, Kleiver had taken a liking to the kid. Which meant Moln was probably going to go from sullen and silent to swearing like a sailor in a very short period of time. But honestly, Kleiver needed young blood around to keep him on his toes. And a reckless kid to stress him out.

Alright, that was mean. Damas knew he shouldn't be punishing the man for a future that didn't exist anymore. Call it preemptive distraction so he wouldn't try to eat Daxter when they did find him.

"Sire!" The doctor repeated urgently.

Damas turned, brows raised. "What's happening in the children's ward?" he asked.

The doctor, a thin, nervous man under Petros's employ, wrung his hands.

"It- it's- there's been an accident. Jak-"

That was all he got out. Immediately, Damas was moving.

"What happened? Who's injured?"

Rezzik gulped and hurried after him.

"We- we don't know, we're still running tests-"

"Tests?!"

Damas forced himself to breathe.

He never went to the Chair. You saved him. You saved him. He doesn't know to fear the needle yet.

"The other kid involved said something about two ecos mixing, or, or contaminating- it's-"

"Dark eco." Damas felt his heart skip a beat.

"Oh gods."

No-! He's not ready for this!

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The hospital bed dwarfed Jak. He looked so small against the white sheets. Damas pushed past the nurse and two monks.

They'd called monks.

This was bad.

"Sire-"

"Let me see him."

Damas didn't wait for a reply. He touched two fingers to Jak’s throat. The skin was cold, too cold, but his pulse was easy to find.

"Thank the Precursors," he whispered.

"He's breathing on his own," one of the monks cautioned, "but we do not know if he will awaken, my lord. He has been poisoned severely. Preliminary scans are showing a level of dark eco consistent with the payload of a peacemaker."

"Rezzik mentioned another child. Who else was involved?" Damas demanded.

"It-" the monk looked uncomfortable. She cleared her throat. "It was the mason's daughter. He's here with her, if you need to question her."

Flick.

Of course it was Flick.

The part of Damas still able to think rationally wondered whether this had been her idea, or Jak’s. They were alike enough to be a force of chaos when together.

"Send her in."

The nurse cleared his throat. "Er, my lord, wouldn't it be better to-"

Damas met his eyes with a look that left the nurse sweating.

"You suggest that I leave him?"

He nodded towards the boy -- too pale. Black veins standing out against his temples-- and scowled.

"I am perfectly capable of asking questions from right here."

Flick was leaning on her father for support when she came in. It was obvious that the girl had been crying. The second she saw Damas, she burst into tears again.

"I'm sorry! I'm so- it- it- it's all my fault!" Flick sobbed.

"Tell me what happened."

Damas couldn't bring himself to soften his voice, as he might've any other time. Not when it was his child fighting for his life.

Stammered and halting between sobs, Flick tried to explain.

"We- we were playing with eco. On the beach. Ja- Jak said once he channeled f- four ecos at once-!"

"Boasting, child," the other monk said sadly.

"Not boasting," Damas corrected flatly. "Continue.”

Flick flinched.

"We, we wanted to know if it had, had, had to be all four ecos, or if t- two would make something new, too."

It does. Raw dark eco.

Damas refrained from voicing the thought. Obviously the girl knew that now.

"What colors?"

"It was blue, sire," Flick whispered miserably, "And yellow."

"And where did you both get that eco?"

Flick hung her head.

"...stole it from my mother's ammo pouch."

She's just a child. She's just a child, like Jak.

Damas closed his eyes and willed himself to breathe slowly.

Jak did no better when he got Daxter transformed- gods, if I'd known him then I'd have been furious with him- they're just children. Only children.

"What you did," Damas said with deliberate slowness, "Was wrong."

Eli tightened his arm around his daughter's shoulders.

"Please, forgive her. She didn't know-"

"I know." Damas opened his eyes to meet Eli's gaze. "I speak of the theft. What has happened to- to my son was an accident. An accident caused by someone's wrongdoing, but still an accident."

Merely pronouncing the words "my son" seemed to take all the oxygen from the room. There were rumors all over the tower, but outside, no one had really given it much thought. Kids played in the tower all the time, why would they assume Jak lived there?

"She will be punished for the theft," Eli said heavily.

He seemed to understand the gravity of the situation even more than the doctors.

Of course he did: he was a father.

Damas shook his head. "There is no need. Whatever happens to Jak-" he swallowed down worry and whispers of a broken future- "That will live with them both for the rest of their lives. Your daughter can't erase that knowledge from her mind, Eli. You could not devise a punishment more severe than what she is already inflicting on herself."

Flick covered her face with her hands.

"I'm so sorry-!"

"Go home, child," Damas said. A bone-deep weariness was already setting in. "You can do nothing for Jak right now.”

Eli apologized on his daughter's behalf one more time before hurrying Flick out of Ward 2. The silence that followed was oppressive. Damas was deep in thought, frantically trying to account for every possible turn this event might take. Kana and Yan, the monks, were signing just as frantically together about the viability of light eco as an antidote. And Rezzik and the nurse looked like they'd just had a blade held to their throats with the realization that their patient wasn't just a ward somewhere in Damas’s household. They were treating one of Damas’s sons.

Nurse Brooks regained his composure first. He took a deep breath, then squared his shoulders.

"Lord Damas," he said firmly, startling everyone out of their thoughts, "We need to know for the purposes of treating him: is it true that Jak is able to channel more than one kind of eco?"

When the king looked up, his eyes were lifeless. Resigned.

"It is," he confirmed, "And it is the only reason I know he's going to survive."

"Then will adding green eco have any adverse effects?" the nurse pressed.

Damas paused.

Jak had two ecos. Daxter said something once about the Baron trying to combine speed and strength. Green eco was only given if subjects passed agility tests to the KG's satisfaction, or if the subject started coding in the Chair. All it did was more evenly distribute the unbalanced eco out of the heart and into the limbs.

"Give-"

Oh gods. Forgive me, Jak, forgive me!

"Give him controlled doses. Combined- combined with red."

Rezzik gasped. "But that will also form contamination!"

Damas laid his hand over Jak's chest, feeling it rise and fall. Unlike the rest of his body, the skin there burned as if with fever. If he left it unchecked-!

"It must be balanced." He ignored the cracks in his voice. Let them hear his pain. Let them understand that he didn't want this, either.

"It will hurt him. But if it means that he lives-!"

It was a long shot. A desperate bid to add the other two ecos in the same concentration as the initial imbalance. Damas felt like a monster.

Before they'd even begun, they had to turn Jak to his side so the child didn't choke on his own vomit. The black veins faded and stood out again in turns as his skin heated and cooled. His body was fighting for its life against something it couldn't quite grasp.

Damas couldn't bring himself to watch the first needle enter Jak's chest, just over his eco core. He cursed himself for a coward and squeezed the boy's hand tightly.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Jak," he whispered.

The addition of the red had an immediate reaction. Brooks had to hold down Jak's right arm and shoulder, while Damas held his left. The boy's back arched, lifting him almost completely off the cot with a grating cry. He wasn't even conscious, yet he was still processing the pain.

He was pale. Too pale, breathing too rapidly. His gums were the same- no anemia. Too pale.

Rezzik barely waited for them to wrestle the child back onto the cot before administering the green eco.

Jak went limp.

His pulse hammered rapidly, but he was almost completely unresponsive. The dark veins snaked down, fading from his temples to his jaw. Then from his jaw to his throat. Then to his chest.

"We'll have to monitor him closely," Rezzik said grimly. "If we messed up the concentration at all, we'll have to keep compensating, and the dark eco will keep building in his system."

"No." Damas shook his head and looked to the monks.

"Brother Kana. Sister Yan. How quickly can you bring a flask of light eco from the temple?"

The monks didn't look like they found the answer any more favorable than he did.

"A day, sire. Provided no Marauders stop us."

"Go." Damas waved them away. "Take any warriors you wish as escorts. Just get me that light eco."

If this didn't work, it was his only hope for keeping this misadventure from permanently damaging his son's nervous system.

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[drinking-plum-juice]

I was working on art stuff!

[an-albino-pinetree]

Aight, I’m done for the night-

[zerothisnero]

Went ahead and did a digital piece

[brown-bearrr]

alien oc!!!! she says "zeeb borz geelgle moob!!" to everyone!

[shadowduel]

i like being able to use oc writing as a way of portraying my aspd . i like being able to show that in a world where aspd/cluster b disorders are so heavily shunned. i want to write about stuff no one else cares to write.....

[gelicide]

what tha dog doin

[livereater002]

I didn’t do the comic justice so go read Pinepaw and The Forgotten World, please! He has experienced horrors and I love him @barrenclan (I don’t know how to tag someone but I think that’s it? Anyways have a nice day!)

[monster-fella]

You have been warned.