#nine mushrooms (oc)

[raintailed]

various overseers for my blorbos :]

Acronym meanings:

???: ??? (this overseer is known as the Guiding Light)

NM: Nine Mushrooms

TQ: Tenebrous Qualia

RWSE: Rooms Where Sounds Echo

WSKR: Wandering Storm, Kingdoms Ruined

ANT: Acidity Near Thresholds

[timidarts]

I want to make more art

Actually

I want to design more pointless OCs

Please please reblog this for a bigger sample size / more opinions / make your friends vote for your fav too! You dont even have to come back to see the art later I wont make you I promise

[twice-inamillion]

OC’s Birthday Part 2

Smut (Birthday Blowbang, Facial, Deep Throat, Milk Feeding, Grinding)

Chapter 241

Words: 2520

(The members reward you with a special birthday present after being away for so long.) 

After celebrating with the kids and the members, the mothers put the babies to sleep. The rest clean up the mess as you kiss each of your children good night. As you walk down the stairs, you see all nine of the girls lined up with a chair in the middle.

“What are you girls doing?”

Jihyo walks towards the center, “Us girls wanted to give you a birthday present to thank you for all the things you’ve done for us.” 

Tzuyu wants towards you and grabs your hand, leading you to the chair. Nayeon pulls out a blindfold and ties it to make sure you can’t see what is going to happen next. 

“Wait, what are you girls doing?” you ask as you feel someone bring your hand behind the chair and feel the handcuffs being placed.

You hear Jihyo say, “Take off his clothes, make sure nothing remains.” The feeling of multiple hands on your body as they take off your shirt, pants, and eventually your boxers. 

Deprived of sight, you hear whispers amongst the members, and you wait nervously for what’s about to come. “What’s going on?”

After a moment of silence, you feel someone spread your legs and grab your member. You gasp at their cold but long fingers around your cock and immediately know who it is. 

“Nayeon?”

There is a slight laugh in the background, but the hands continue to fondle both your cock and balls. You feel your cock getting harder, waking up from its slumber. 

Nayeon smiles at you, knowing it’s her; she grabs your shaft and pulls your foreskin, revealing its mushroom tip. She slowly jerks you off and watches as your cock grows with each stroke. You groan at your cock growing, the foreskin stretching to its limit. 

Suddenly, you feel a pair of fingers scratch the back of your balls, causing you to twitch slightly. “Haha, he’s twitching.” 

One of the members says, “Let’s see who can make him cum.”

Each of them grin at the idea and look at you in your vulnerable state.

”Alright, let the best winner win.”

——

The members watch as Nayeon is the first to service you. They try their hardest not to make a noise as Nayeon gets your cock ready for your blowbang surprise. 

Once it’s completely hard and standing proud, they look at Jeongyeon. Momo gives her a slight but quick nudge, letting her know that it’s her turn to join. She nods, not wanting the rest of the members to see her service you. Jihyo walks behind her and pushes her, taking a few steps forward. She turns her head, nodding that she doesn’t want to go. Nayeon stood up, grabbed Jeongyeon’s hand, and pulled her to where she was. 

With both of them on their knees, Jeongyeon sees your massive cock in front of her. 

Nayeon looks at Jeongyeon’s face and points at herself, signaling that she’ll be the first to go. Jeongyeon, who is frozen, watches as Nayeon lifts your cock and goes straight for your balls. She uses her long tongue and gets every inch of your sack covered with her salvia. 

She turns to Jeongyeon and pulls her, letting her know to join her. Jeongyeon, who is now in front of you, takes your cock and repeats the same thing that Nayeon just did. 

“I know that was Nayeon earlier, but who’s this?”

The members giggle at the sight of Jeongyeon licking your back sack.”

“Now his cock” Nayeon nudged at Jeongyeon.

Jeongyeon holds your cock with her left hand and slowly inserts the tip into her mouth. She circles her tongue around your mushroom tip, making you twitch slightly. The members are surprised at how willingly she is taking your cock, without her usual complaints. 

Suddenly Jeongyeon feels someone hold the back of her head and push it down against your cock. Jeongyeon gags instantly, feeling your whole length go up her throat. 

She feels your cock’s reaction, throbbing at the sound of someone struggling to handle your length. 

“What the hell! Who was it?”

She turns around and sees the members giggling amongst each other. Nayeon taps Jeongyeon’s shoulder, “Don’t worry about it; let’s keep on going.”

The two of them start where they left off, Nayeon with the balls and Jeongyeon with your shaft. They switch every go often, making sure that none of your areas are left unattended. 

After a few minutes, Jihyo walks up to them and taps them on the shoulder, signaling that their time has run out.

With the two oldest members walking back to the group, they see Momo and Sana step up and walk towards you. 

They smile at Nayeon and Jeongyeon, knowing that it might be their fault that you didn’t cum. 

The first one to get on their knees is Sana, who immediately goes for a kiss. She puckers her soft lips and kisses your mushroom head. From that single kiss, you knew who it was and tried to call her name, but before you did, you felt someone’s mouth pressed against your balls.

You feel the person’s mouth spread wide open, and take one of your balls into their mouth. They twist and turn their tongue, making sure every part of your balls is covered in their salvia. 

Another pair of hands approach you, grabbing your shaft and giving it a few strokes. Their soft and thin fingers make your cock excited. You then sense a pair of lips kissing your cock once more, this time the tip to the shaft, before hearing, “Itadakimasu!”

“Is that you, Sana?”

The members giggle once more at Sana getting caught. You try to respond but are overwhelmed by the feeling of your cock scraping the back of Sana’s throat. 

Out of nowhere, you feel Sana pull out and whine, “Hey, I’m not done yet.” 

“Too bad.” 

You could tell that it was Momo because she didn’t wait to devour your cock. She bobs her head, making loud slurping noises.

“Momo unnie is an expert at sucking,” says the youngest.

“Not a surprise since she likes to eat,” replies Dahyun.

“I’m better,” responds Chaeyoung.

“Haha, sure you are,” says Jeongyeon in a mocking voice.

“Just wait and see when it’s my turn.” 

“Oh, Chaeyoung is serious,” says Nayeon.

Momo continues to bob her head but listens to the member’s conversation. She laughs at the idea of competition but knows that she and Sana were the winners by getting pumped full of cum directly. 

“Momo-yah, don't you think it’ll be hard to make him cum after draining him earlier?”

“Maybe, let’s see how the others go.”

“Okay.”

Both Momo and Sana stand up, leaving your cock oozing a mixture of precum and Momo’s thick saliva on your cock.

Up next is Jihyo; she grabs and pulls Mina, who looks nervous. “Let’s do it together, us mommies.”

Jihyo takes off her top, revealing her large tits. “Let’s have some fun.” She places your cock between her tits and presses them together. You immediately know who’s tits are by the size and softness. 

Jihyo looks at Mina, “Us mommies need to know how to pleasure our baby daddy.” She uses her spit as lube to stroke your cock with her tender breasts.

“Fuck… that feels nice.” 

Jihyo smiles, looks at Mina, and whispers, “Spray some of your milk on his cock.” Mina then lifts her shirt up and undoes her bra, dropping it on the floor. She cups both her breasts and hovers on top of your cock, giving them a firm squeeze. 

Mina’s sweet milk comes out and sprays both Jihyo's chest and tits. Jihyo continues the stroking of your cock, adding a thin layer of milk on you. Without instruction, she stands up and decides to feed you. She whispers in your ear, “Please open your mouth, oppa.” 

You nod and slightly open your mouth with your tongue sticking out. Mina grins at your submissive state. She creates a small ball of salvia and drops it on the back of your mouth, tricking you. 

“What is this?”

There’s no response; instead, you feel a small drop of warm liquid hit the tip of your tongue. The taste is familiar, something you’ve experienced before. 

“Mina?”

A stream sprays your face, and you open your mouth, wanting more. Enjoying your reaction, she decides to squeeze her tit a bit more, aiming the stream of milk coming out her nipple into the back of your tongue. 

Hearing the voices of the members, Jihyo looks up and sees Mina feeding you. She stands up and goes to the other side, “Can I join?”

”Yeah.”

She grabs one of her tits with both hands, aims it towards your mouth, and gives it a hard squeeze. You feel a bigger stream hit your face and mouth, to the point of almost drowning. The members laugh as they see you struggling with the amount of milk from both mommies. 

You don’t know how much time passed, but your stomach is completely full. You sit on the chair exhausted, “seems like we did our work. Let’s give the younger ones a chance.”

The next one to step forward is Dahyun after getting pushed by Chaeyoung. She hesitates to walk and turns to the members, who give her a thumbs up. She turns back at you and approaches you slowly. 

Dahyun, who is now on her knees, pokes at your standing cock. It reacts to her touch, twitching lively. She grabs your cock with her right hand and gives it a firm grip, barely able to connect her fingers together. 

You realize who it is as she’s always struggling with your cock, but that’s one of the things you love about her. “I know those hands anywhere, I know that’s you, Dahyun.” She continues to stroke you with the use of her small hands.

After getting you hard again, she slaps her soft cheeks, leaving traces of precum on it. Dahyun pulls down her top and decides to copy what the two previous mommies did and cover you with their milk. She massages her breasts, preparing her milk glands to get emptied. 

Dahyun presses her tits together with your hard cock in the middle, “Fuck Dahyun, you’re breasts are so soft. They are truly the definition of tofu.”

After stroking your cock with her tits she stops, positioning her breasts and giving one of them a firm squeeze. 

The members see the definition of white hit the tip of your cock. Dahyun’s milk is the purest out of all of them just like her pale skin. She continues to squeeze, emptying one breast before taking your cock into her mouth. 

She uses her long tongue to clean the milk meant for her daughter from your shaft. You can’t understand how the smallest member has such a long and strong tongue. She continues to lick all the milk when you feel her invade your peehole, “Ahh fuck…”

Dahyun looks at your reaction and focuses on that spot. With the tip of her tongue, she presses down on your pee hole, causing you to release a small amount of precum. She continues to do this until her tongue is completely sore.

“Unnie, it’s our turn.” 

Dahyun turns around and sees Chaeyoung and Tzuyu waiting anxiously. “Alright, you can go.”

The two youngest members don’t waste any time as they swoop in and get on their knees. Chaeyoung’s face looks one of hunger, hungry for some delicious cock. Tzuyu, on the other hand, was really trying to please her daddy in any way she could. 

“Tzuyu-yah, I’m going to show you how to suck some cock.”

Chaeyoung takes your cock in her hand and drops a huge ball of salvia on your rod. She licks her mouth slowly and inserts your cock into her mouth. You feel the tip of your member scrape the top of her throat as it goes down. Like a proper sleeve, her walls massage your cock until it reaches all the way inside. Chaeyoung stays still as she holds her head down, counting how long she can last before her gag reflex kicks in. 

Tzuyu watches in amazement at how quickly Chaeyoung can take control of things. The way she prepares your cock before taking it in and the amount of time she can hold on before gagging is something she wants to do herself someday. 

“Gawk, gawk, gawk.”

Chaeyoung’s gag reflex finally hits, and she releases your cock with a heavy amount of thick saliva oozing out. “F…Fuck… I almost choked on his cock.”

”It’s my turn,” says Tzuyu.

She gets on her knees and grabs your member. Like Sana, she gives it a small kiss before anything else. Tzuyu stands up and takes off her skirt and panties, and sits on your thighs. She grabs your face and begins to kiss you, “Oppa, I love you so much. Love seeing you like this, all bound up. Too bad all the unnies are here or else…” 

She’s cut off when she feels your cock hit her butt, “Oppa, you’re such a bad boy. Jihyo unnie said no penetration but didn’t say anything about grinding.”

Tzuyu places your cock in between her ass cheeks and begins to slowly grind her ass. She can feel the thick veins from your cock, the blood rushing down to your manhood as it’s telling you that it’s close to bursting. 

“Your cock is throbbing so much. Do you really like my ass that much?”

Jihyo walks behind Tzuyu and whispers, “It’s time.”

Suddenly, Tzuyu stops and gets off of you, the binding from your hands unlocked, and you hear Jihyo say, “Babe, stand up, but don’t open your eyes when I take off your blindfold.” 

“Okay, what’s going on?”

The members all kneel down and get in front of you, “Okay, grab your cock and make yourself cum.”

You do what you’re told and grab your cock with your right hand, jerking it rapidly. You can feel your peak reaching after all that teasing, “Oh fuck, I’m going to cum…” 

“Open your eyes and cum!”

You struggle to open your eyes but see multiple silhouettes in front of you. When your vision gets back, you see all the members on their knees with their heads up and some with their tongues sticking out.

”Paint our faces with your baby batter!”

There's no need to hold any longer as a wave of cum explodes on their faces. You paint each and every one of them with a load of hot cum, some on their mouths while others on their eyes and nose. 

“I’m cumming! Make sure that not a single drop falls on the floor.”

”Fuck…”

”Fuck… that was good.”

Some of the members open their eyes and turn to look toward you, and one of them asks, ���What did you think, oppa? You like cumming on our faces for your birthday?”

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @mysticstarlightduck!

OC Deep Dive 🦾🎀

Let's do a two for one with Astra and Mashal :)

What uncommon/common fear do they have?

Hm, that's a tough one. Astra doesn't scare easily when it comes to physical things. I'd say failure is a big fear of hers, or letting down the people she loves.

It's bugs. Ignoring all the existential stuff, Mashal is terrified of bugs. Spiders especially, but anything that crawls makes him uncomfortable. The other big one is losing his humanity.

Do they have any pet peeves?

People who talk down to her will set Astra off like a firecracker. She's had more than enough of that in her time. People who are willing ignorant also piss her off, especially if that ignorance hurts others.

As a former army brat, Mashal does get a little tetchy around messy spaces. He won't get on people about it, but he will clean up unprompted. He also can't stand bullies or anyone who hurts people for their own gain.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

A full chemistry set, lots of scrap fabric, and way too many fancy pillows.

He doesn't sleep, so he doesn't have a bedroom, but if he did, it would have a sketchbook, some candles he can stare at while meditating, and a few practice swords hung on the wall.

What do they notice first in a person?

Their clothes, I'd say. Astra can tell a lot about a person by what they wear and how they care for their garments. Also, their sense of fashion can be telling.

I think as an artist, Mashal picks up on unique features first. A crooked jaw, especially beautiful eyes, an unusual expression - anything that makes someone stand out. Consequently, he's also just good at remembering faces in general.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

A six, but she thinks it's a nine. She also carries the fantasy equivalent of those berserker mushrooms at all times, so if she's hurt, she'll do drugs about it and keep going.

He has no sense of pain as a robot, but if he's ever returned to his human form, it's gonna be a rude awakening the first time he stubs his toe on something.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? (I'm also including freeze and fawn)

It kinda depends. If her friends are with her, she'll tend towards fight. If she's alone though, she often freezes up.

Fight, all the way. In moments of stress, Mashal's brain will all but shut off as he starts swinging.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

Astra's family is just her and her two moms, but she loves them dearly. Every cent she makes goes towards paying off their debtor contracts, and she writes them frequently.

Mashal doesn't remember his family. He assumes his parents are alive and he's pretty sure he has an older brother, but anything more than that is a mystery. He hopes to find them someday once he's human again.

What animal represents them best?

I'm tempted to go with a black cat solely because she's a witch, but I feel like she's more high energy than that. In that case, maybe some sort of monkey? Clever, curious, loud, and a little vicious.

A horse, I think. Some sort of retired warhorse that likes to run and nuzzle your hair, but will kick if you get too close.

What is a smell that they dislike?

Formaldehyde. It gives her headaches.

He has no sense of smell :(

Have they broken any bones?

Yup. She broke her arm at the end of book one and has broken a few fingers in the past when she wasn't careful enough with her tinkering.

He has no bones :(

(Mashal doesn't remember, but as a boy, he did fracture his skull when he fell down a flight of stairs. He also broke the same ankle twice during sparring. His squad did tease him for this.)

How would a stranger likely describe them?

"Oh gods, what an outfit she had! I don't think I've ever seen that many colors on one garment, and she must've sewn half the ribbons from here to Yewbury into the lining. The embroidery was fantastic. It was loud enough you hardly noticed the woman wearing it. She was pretty short, I think. I wanna say she was mixed Skolander and Shuari, given the dark curls and blue eyes. Her skin was kind of an amber brown, but she had these pale splotches under her eyes and mouth. Vitiligo, I think? Her makeup was also quite loud, but somehow matched the outfit. There was just a lot going on there, in general."

"Damn, I don't think I've ever seen a robot in these parts. The fucker was huge, had to be close to seven feet tall. Kinda scary looking, to be honest, with those glowing white eyes. But, I don't know, he seemed nice. His face didn't seem like it moved much, but he looked like he was smiling. He was wearing very heavy clothing with a bandana over his head. The only bronze uncovered was his face and hands. I would've thought he was sick in the head wearing such heavy clothes in this heat, except, well, I guess a robot wouldn't care about that."

Are they a night owl or an early bird?

Very much a night owl, verging on actual insomnia. Getting up before 11 is a herculean trial.

He doesn't sleep, but if he did, he'd be an early bird. Man is ready for bed at 9:30 sharp.

What is a flavour they hate and a flavour they love?

Astra hates the taste of rice. As a kid, that was basically all she had to eat in the summers and she would frequently come down with pellagra because she was so malnourished. A flavor she loves is barbecue. She's from the fantasy south, so I think this one is self-explanatory.

He has no sense of taste, but from vibes alone, he knows he definitely has a sweet tooth.

Do they have any hobbies?

Really, she's good with any type of fiber art, but Astra loves to embroider. All her clothes sport little bits of embroidery. I'm also going to say magic because she loves it even though it's her job.

Mashal enjoys art, usually with a pencil, but he branches out into paint sometimes. He also likes to read. Any genre is fine, so long as it's fiction and not too dark. I feel like he'd love anime if it existed on Illaros for some reason.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises?

She'd definitely jump, then complain about why it had to be a secret because she already knew what she wanted to do for her birthday. Even so, she would be very appreciative of the effort.

Mashal has no idea when his birthday is, so it'd be a double surprise for him if someone popped out and declared that today's the day. After making sure they're not just fucking with him, he'd get quite teary (not actually, but the vibe is there), thank them profusely, and spend the rest of the night being told to sit down and quit trying to take care of things, this is your party, damnit!

Do they like to wear jewelry?

Yes. Astra always has some earrings on and frequently wears rings and bracelets. Most of this is costume jewelry.

Gold jewelry is very important in Sulu'Okan culture, so he definitely would, he just can't afford any right now.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Surprisingly neat. She writes in full, founding father cursive.

Surprisingly messy. He tends towards chicken scratch.

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

Indignation and the desire to help.

Protectiveness and fury.

Do they have a favourite fabric?

Astra could rank every fabric ever on a numbered scale, but I think her all-time favorite is satin.

He honestly has no opinion on this, so he'd probably just say satin also. My man doesn't know burlap from chiffon, give him a break.

What kind of accent do they have?

Lol, read any of her dialog and it's obvious. Astra has a strong southern accent, more similar to a Georgia drawl than some Texas twang.

Honestly, Mashal is my one character that I feel has no accent (aka same accent as me), so I guess upper south. He does speak very softly, though, and has a bit of a stutter at times. His voice also tends to go static when he yells.

I'll tag @willtheweaver @theink-stainedfolk @kaylinalexanderbooks @nczaversnick @watermeezer and anyone else who wants to play :)

[waterlogged-detective]

24 for .... everyone?

24. What would your OC's pizza delivery order look like? Are they good at ordering pizza? How good do they tip?

Doe: mushrooms, olives and pinapple. A terrible monstrosity crime. Everyone asks if he’s sure and if they heard it right when he orders. Oh well. At least he tips well!!

Darcy: Veggie pizza! Or cheese if they don’t have veggie (vegetarian). He’s good at ordering pizza unless you ask him to repeat himself at which point he will slow down and get loud like he thinks you’re stupid. Because he does. Doesn’t tip or tips like shit. Do not be Darcy.

Boots: Sausage pizza with extra sauce C: He is not good at ordering because he is very small and doesnt know how to use a phone. Does not know what a tip is but if he did he’d give you weed.

Surgeoness: Anchovy! Bad at ordering because she only speaks rubbery which is hard to decipher over the phone. In person she’s very good though. Straight to the point, knows what she wants, and is nice to you when you ask her to repeat herself. Tips well, because she knows how it is.

Ophelia: Just cheese please! Very good at ordering, knows what she wants and is loud about it!! But not in a mean way in a very serious nine year old way. Will give you a cool worm she found and her allowance money as a tip.

[little-pup-pip]

i remember u posting a thing where it shows all the requests you haven't done yet. I just want to see as I requested something long ago in 2023. I'm not trying to seem pushy, I'm just curious!

(this was rhe person that requested a bugbo thing)

Here you go!! This is very long, so I put the list under the cut!

These are the requests sent after I stopped accepting them that I didn't delete for various reasons. If you sent in a request after I closed them on March 14th and don't see it here, you'll need to send a new one (please don't take it personally if I deleted it)!!

Black + squirrel

Asra (the arcana)

Shurara (keroro gunsou)

Ring tailed lemur

Buzz light-year

Rottweiler

Yellow raccoon petre

Lionel Messi

Sonic the hedgehog

Light pink and blue bunnies

Middle school gym class

Jenny wakeman (my life as a teenage robot)

Chris Kratt (wild Kratts)

Yuri (doki doki literature club)

Cole (Lego Ninjago)

Crowley (good omens)

Stingray

Prince + bunnies

CG vil (twisted wonderland)

Alt + Wolf-dog

Golden retriever

Hobbes (Calvin and Hobbes)

Kipo (kipo and the age of wonderbeasts, I think)

Leif (my inner demons)

Little big planet 3

Clouds + pastel blue

Outdoorsy + animals

Sun and stars + bunnies

Chase (paw patrol, I actually have two of these waiting)

Cinnamoroll

Eastern red bat

Octopus regression

Tiger CG

Aquarium trip

Pastel coloring + kitties

lavender/grey bunnies

Pastel dolls

Jumping spiders/Leopard geckos

Dr. animo (ben 10)

Shuichi saihara

Black Shiba inu

This is everything left from before I closed my requests!

Osamu dazai (bsd)

Flutist

The dazzlings (equestria girls)

Vampire with Halloween themes

Guardians of ga'hoole

Gromsko (MW2/3)

V (murder drones)

Cg SD-N (murder drones)

Cassidy (overwatch) and cowboys

TMNT Leonardo

Ranboo

Pastel kitty

Lackadaisy

Epithet erased

Another OC named cerys

Pikmin

Slay the princess

Someone's pictures (Idk what to call this one just know that I'm going to do it)

The Magnus protocol

Bive (regretavator)

Donnie darko

Megamind

Jake Peralta (Brooklyn nine nine)

Allister (pokemon)

Umi (idk from where I'll figure it out eventually)

Rottweiler puppy and the creek

Monster tom (eddsworld)

Gnarpy (regretavator)

Xianzhao loufu (hsr)

Cg jing yuan (hsr)

Cupcake and dino

Kitty petre pomni (tadc)

Shiromo (pui pui molcar)

Jack harkness (doctor who)

Pettoism

Cg basil hallward (the picture of Dorian gray)

Cats

Spiderman (again! lol)

Mei (Lego monkie kid)

Cats + cakes

Houndoom (pokemon)

Wolfwalkers from cartoon saloon

Lucifer (hazbin hotel)

Critterspace (drafts)

Minecraft lush caves (drafts)

Ibara saegusa

Llewellyn Watts (Murdoch Mysteries)

Jake (trailer park warlock, drafts)

Cult of the lamb (pet dreaming themed)

Tubbo

Cassie (fnaf: ruin)

Black kitten + space

Grey draik (neopets)

Pumpkin head (still needs more research)

Someone's OC Avery & siblings

Maki harukawa

Brown, lime green and forest green puppy

Dylan (the magic roundabout)

Zombies

Vincent (dead plate)

Osamu dazai (bungo stray dogs, drafts)

Vision CG (marvel, drafts)

Light blue

Bearded vulture

Mind (Chonny Jash/CCCC)

Seam CG (deltarune)

John Constantine (Justice League Dark)

Keralis (Hermitcraft, maybe)

Tula tones (novi stars, drafts)

Eevee + dragons (or witchy themes which I may do instead)

Kitten + stars (I think, the request actually says stairs though and it's been confusing me)

Mushrooms

Grey + Ross federman youtooz (drafts)

Boyfriend.xml (Friday night funkin')

Puppet (fnaf)

Genshin impact (drafts)

Eddsworld

Karako Pierot (hiveswap)

Scorpion

Border Collie

Mortal Kombat

Puppy + SpongeBob (drafts)

Baby vulture (drafts)

Rain world/slugcat (drafts)

Border Collie

Modded smash hit rooms

Crying child (fnaf)

Agent Smith CG (the matrix)

Rolfe DeWolfe CG (Rockafire Explosion)

Slime rancher

Puppet (fnaf)

Parado (Kamen Rider)

Tally hall

Rockabilly (probably)

Felix Lee

Charles Xavier CG (X-Men)

Naoto Shirogane (persona 4, drafts)

Kitoto

17th century dutch (drafts)

Sees behind trees (drafts)

Allay (Minecraft, I think. Drafts)

Tasmanian devil (drafts, can't figure out if they want the cartoon or animal)

Spamton CG (deltarune, drafts)

Grunge + lop eared bunnies (drafts)

Yume-Nikki (drafts)

Daxter (jak and daxter, drafts)

Madness combat for puppies (drafts)

James Sunderland (silent Hill, drafts)

Shirokuma (Danganronpa, drafts)

Leo (IDW comic, drafts)

[varjopeura]

Get to know me Tag Game!

tagged by @parad0xymoron

Last song played: Stop Thinking So Much by Lenka, or if we count dnd session background music then Muspelheim (Overworld) from Minecraft Norse Mythology soundtrack (which. I didn't know was a thing! But somehow I have added this song to my dnd ambience playlist nonetheless. Wow)

Favorite color: No, there are so many good ones to choose from! I always love a good vibrant purple, or teal. Or orange! Or… all of them, really. Colors are good.

Favorite dish: Oof, this one's even harder to answer! I love a good indian curry, you can have so much variety in what you throw in there and the spices just make everything delicious. Or maybe a nice creamy soup with potatoes or mushrooms (or both!) in it.

Current Favorite characters: …..am i allowed to,,,, am i allowed to say it's all my friends' tabletop and roleplay blorbos?? <- I'll just keep this from the previous poster because Y E A H for real, all my friends' ocs are my biggest faves at the moment. Though I have been getting some very nice blorbo feelings out of I Was A Teenage Exocolonist, Sym and Dys and Tang are currently occupying more of my brain space than I thought possible for characters from any pre-written media these days.

Currently watching: Not that much at the moment, actually! We've been watching some Star Trek Deep Space Nine with the partner, and lately I've been showing him some episodes of Game Changer, too :3

Last movie I watched: Uhhhh it's been a while?? I think the latest one was The Truman Show, maybe??? (Also special mention for the short film Dracula's Ex Girlfriend, that one was a blast. That one was also the last one I watched but I don't know if short films count as movies????)

Last thing I googled: Elderflower. I wanted to find a reference for drawing one. (Horrible. Too many tiny lil flowers. I think I need a LOT of practice before I can comfortably draw recognizable plants, most of their shapes are very hard for my eyes to catch for some reason.)

Current obsession: I don't know if it'll reach obsession-level fascination for me (this is all very new to me), but I've been feeling very very inspired with various fiber crafts lately! Knitting and sewing and mending my clothes, I don't yet have the skill level to do anything super interesting, but it's so much fun to have something to do with my hands and learn new things and try different stiches and techniques. Definitely having a very good time with my projects at the moment. :3

Tagging for fun (no pressure!): @pajulintu @magicallyimprobable @masturbatress @diogeneticist

[spacemonkeysalsa]

God of Ambivalence

A tiefling Artificer splits a large stone on a beach to discover a one handed-wizard inside.

Pairing - Male OC/Gale (and some Shadowheart/Lae'zel which I mention because as of chapter fourteen there are more scenes of the two of them together than my main couple, but that's because I love me a slow burn and full disclaimer this is like an actual novel)

Chapter fourteen spoiler - A tiefling, a wizard, a githyanki monk and a cambion in disguise run into a fey creature who is interested in acquiring a new warlock.

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Or read Chapter Fifteen below

Erakis wasn’t familiar enough with fey magic to recognize it, but he took Xan’s word for it. The githyanki had traveled far and wide and if he said that they’d been pulled into some kind of illusion, rippling with fey magic, then he’d believe it.

“It might still be active around us,” Xan warned, “there’s really no telling where we actually are or if anything we’re seeing is real until we break it.”

“How do we do that?” Elion sounded close to panicking. City boy probably didn’t know much about fey magic either.

“Depending on how powerful the illusion is…” Xan dug his eyes into the trees around them, the sunlit sky above, he frowned. “Keep an eye out for living things. Most likely, one living thing would need to be disguised as another, so though nothing’s as it seems, they might not be so far off.”

“What about that group of travelers then?” Erakis followed what Xan said to its implications. He’d counted five. Five what?

“Most likely subservient fey creatures, each of them playing a part.”

“Like pixies—or?”

“Could be dozens of things, ranging from mischievous to murderous. Guards up.”

“I don’t think Gale could be easily lured away,” Elion commented, he was also scanning the area, but with the decided air of someone who didn’t know what he was looking for.

“With how good that illusion was, we can’t be sure. Whatever took him could have easily just turned him around without him noticing and made him think he was still following after us. Especially if they are wily enough to use the environment itself rather than relying purely on magic.”

A scuttling in the bushes drew Erakis’ eye, but the other two didn’t seem to hear it. He charged forward, barely hearing Xan’s protests, and in no way heeding them. He caught a brief glimpse of a violent orange colored thing zipping through the air with a sharpening giggle, he realized his mistake the moment he landed, and soft yellow light undulated under his feet. He looked down just in time to observe that he’d trod directly into the center of the circle of mushrooms and then he felt his body and soul poured into an entirely new place.

It was almost exactly the same as traveling by portal, but he’d done it by accident. The mushroom circle spat him out in a dark, cave-like chamber, with a matching circle on the center of the floor. It flashed at him before going dim. He sprang on top of it, but it was too late. Just a dead circle again.

“Shit.”

Even not having much experience with fey creatures and their tricks, he ought to have looked where he stepped. Bare minimum vigilance demanded that. The chamber he was in appeared to be just a hollow bubble in rock, a cave with no entrance besides the dead circle. The only light was from a mysterious collection of glowing, larva-like creatures cuddling together in the highest crevices, well out of sight.

“Why wear a false face, especially one so easily discerned?” a little voice chided him from the wall on the other side of the mushroom circle. He couldn’t make out much in the dark, just a vaguely moving drip of black from about his waist height. A little shadow with a grating voice. He tried to judge what he was hearing, curiosity, surely, but also, a little fear. He’d stumbled into their trap, but how keen were they to keep him?

He briefly considered the possibility that this was another illusion. Maybe he was still in the forest, Xan and Elion within arms reach, but unable to see them. This might be a ruse to trick him into revealing himself.

But what would the point of that be? He closed his eyes and breathed in, taking in the damp scent of the strange cave, the cool, still air, and the weight of the world beneath his boots. He felt no illusion here. No scent of magic at all besides the mushroom circle, dormant, intending to strand him. No. It wasn’t an illusion. The portal had moved him—but probably not very far. He might be able to claw his way out, or, talk his way out, if his captor was amenable. It would take a few minutes, at least, to go back to his true form, but the creature waited patiently, keeping their distance and keeping silent.

The pain of shifting back to his true form was inconsistent, to say the least. His skin itched and burned as its texture, thickness, temperature increased, and his color changed from deep brown to dark red. His eyes stung, his jaw locked. But, the pain of his ears stretching and the wings tearing their way out of his back was almost pleasurable. Almost. The horns were the worst of the experience. There were always a few prolonged moments as they punched their way forward when the pain was so intense he couldn’t catch his breath. He’d broken his own teeth before when he wasn’t careful with how his body spasmed from the pain. Best to get it done quickly. His head throbbed. If he was too aggressive with that particular part of the change, he’d have a headache for days after. His fingernails burst out, longer and thicker, twisting his fingers into heavy claws, and rippling the nerves up through his wrists, arms, shoulders and into his spine.

He let his wingspan stretch out, even in the dim greenish glow of the cave, he cast an ominous shadow of pure black over the circle and his little captor beyond. 

“Oh yes, that’s better. There you are,” but the creature didn’t exactly sound pleased. Nervous, he would say, and a nervousness he was all too familiar with. Keeping him here was not the case of catching a bigger fish that one could reasonably gut, it simply hadn’t been this creature’s idea in the first place. They were under someone else’s instruction, at the very least. “I’ll not lie to you, my feelings towards my infernal cousins are complicated.”

“Cousins? You fey are more closely related to mortal humans than the extraplanar.” Erakis heard his own voice sounding relaxed in comparison to his fidgeting captor. He’d leverage the apparent effect of intimidation. 

The fey creature chuckled, “you are the one who chooses the human half to be your false face, through mortal toril has as much a claim on you as the hells, in theory. And so be it. I am corrected, and only your mortal and human half I will call cousin,” said the creature with the smallest touch of added gravel in their voice. “You’re quick to declare me fey, though I supposed I was quick to notice you were infernal. All the same, we try not to judge on sight, don’t we?

“But, I haven’t seen you yet, have I? So, there’s still time to do what you accuse.”

“Time to pass judgment on me? Oh dear. How am I doing so far, I wonder?”

“Being held captive is the status quo for one like me. I’m entirely at my leisure. What is it you want?” Seemed as good a time as any to get to the point.

“For myself? Nothing,” the shadow admitted, validating Erakis’ impression that they served a greater master. “I want a pat on the head rather than a kick in the hindquarters. My job is to keep you from interfering, with no further instructions.”

“Why not just kill me? That would serve your purpose. I can’t interfere if I’m dead. Surely, that was what your master meant?” It might be reckless to provoke an unknown creature like this. In all honesty, Erakis didn’t want to face death, but he pulled from a dark and despairing part of himself to make the bluster sound genuine.

“And yours, it seems, you sound rather enthusiastic at the thought.” The shadow faltered.

“I honestly don’t know what would happen. Finding out would make for an interesting day.” And, it would take away one of the heaviest swords that hung above his head.

“Ah, I see,” the shadow chuckled. “You’re just dying to know, aren’t you? If that archdevil you serve has enough of a claim on you to remake you in the infernal planes as a true devil—or, with a human soul, would you wake up on the fugue plane instead?” 

Now Erakis bristled a little. That had been exactly what he was thinking—the truth he drew from in order to sound more confident when he lied. The wicked uncertainty and his desire to defeat it with real knowledge. The kind one couldn’t obtain while still an inhabitant of the material plane, and where only lies were whispered on the infernal one. The creature was more than likely a skilled mind reader. 

“Do you have any good deeds to recommend yourself a human death for that mismatched soul?” The tone was mocking, and that trembling fear slipped with reveal a touch of rage. Perhaps it had always been an act. “I think we both know that you don’t. And why should you? You’ve never had any inclination towards the light, and only considered pursuing it as a way to undamn yourself,” the creature laughed, “that isn’t how it works.”

“Then prove my question futile and kill me. We’ll both see then, that you’re right.” In a way, though it irked him to admit it, letting the creature kill him, and letting their judgment be correct was probably the quickest way to get out of this situation. In all likelihood, he would reform in The House of Hope, just as the strange shadow promised. And with any luck, no one would be around to hold him accountable for his recent failures, and he could just hurry back to the material plane and resume—shit, why was he thinking of all this in front of a mind reader?

The creature was laughing. “Oh, glorious Igg, do keep going, you are so entertaining. ”

“I suppose I’ll just have to see how hot this rock can get before it starts to melt,” Erakis didn’t want to go that route, but he might not have another choice. It would be exhaustion, and painful—even his high tolerance for flame and heat had limits.

The creature stopped laughing abruptly. “Don’t do that.”

“I can’t play with you all day, fey,” Erakis sighed heavily. “If you aren’t going to send me back to the hells, and you aren’t going to let me go—”

“—I never said I wouldn’t let you go. Bargain with me.”

“Perhaps I should kill myself?” Erakis mused.

“Let’s explore that sliver of doubt?” The creature spoke quickly, perhaps it understood the touch of conviction in Erakis’ voice. “You’re certainly not Raphael’s most loyal little soldier. There’s every possibility that your human soul could save you.”

���No. You're right, it was a foolish idea.” Erakis shrugged. “The nature of the soul alone isn’t enough to save any of us. Currency with a fixed value? To be seen in the city of judgment, I would have had to do as mortals do to earn their place there. Even just trying for my own sake probably would count, in the end. But I didn't even do that.”

“You did get off to quite an ugly start,” the shadow only moved enough that Erakis could still roughly tell where they were. “Your mother was a good person. Maybe if you hadn’t ripped her in half at birth she could have shown you how to be something other than just another doomed cambion.”

Erakis felt his claws cut into his palms, releasing a breath slowly. The creature was trying to provoke him now, but why?

“There it is. I felt it too,” the creature shuddered, “that little spark of rage? That was not infernal. That was human.”

It was in this moment that Erakis remembered something about fey he probably should have thought of sooner. Their bargains were never straightforward. At least with the infernal you knew what they wanted, because it was always the same, a soul and whatever else they explicitly asked for. Devils had certainly learned a few things from fey, especially about how to manipulate the bargain to get more than they asked for, or to deny an assumed but not explicitly stated reward.

But, devils could be straightforward. Fey never would be. Their motives and wants were so alien. He didn’t know whether that meant he should be more on his guard or more open-minded.

“You must want something,” Erakis declared, “something that can be articulated, even.”

“Can be, but should I?”

“You should. Or I start burning. I grow bored of your circular prattle,” for emphasis, Erakis merely started to think of the words of his cantrip and felt that hint of warmth in his hands, so easily called upon.

“I already told you.”

Erakis stared into the void he was speaking to, an odd little thought seizing him. Shrugging, he decided to indulge it as the moment stretched on and the little creature merely let him think. He approached at a prowl, and with each step the creature became a little sharper until he could almost make out a somewhat canine physique. When he was right in front of it, he cautiously reached out a hand and patted their head.

“Mmm that's nice,” sighed the creature.

“That all?”

“Ha. No.” The creature folded into darkness in the same instant that the mushroom circle burst back into life.

Erakis let two voices in his mind debate with each other about whether or not jumping back into the circle was stupid, but ultimately they all agreed that even if it was stupid, he didn’t have an option left that wasn’t a bit stupid. He cast the spell to become human again, feeling exhausted from how much he’d had to use it over the last few days. He’d never really tested the limits like this before, but imagined that eventually, he just wouldn’t be able to keep it up. They needed to get to that portal soon.

The mushroom circle took him back to the forest, but he knew immediately that he was far away from where he’d been caught in the first place. The smell, the position of the sun in the sky—he was miles away. By design, surely. The creature had freed him, but had wasted his time and more besides. With a drop in his stomach, and a tightening of his jaw he realized that by the time he found the others, whatever the fey wanted with Gale would be long resolved. He hoped the wizard could surprise them, just as he’d surprised Erakis. In all likelihood, their designs for him would be similar, if not exactly the same, as Raphael’s.

The archdevil would certainly not be pleased if Erakis accidentally delivered his master’s prize into the hands of an opportunistic fey.

He hoped Gale could handle himself against them.

[charliemwrites]

Hi, if this is only a mutuals thing, feel free to delete unpublished.

But, I have one of those too, a COD oc!

Tech Sergeant Araceli Blackwood is a USAF Pararescuer.

She's one of three women to become tier one operators in US history.

She was born in Cuba and moved to the US in the fourth grade. Her parents did the work to make sure she was an american citizen before she graduated high school.

In high school she was a competitive swimmer and a distance runner for track and field. She never waffled about joining the Air Force.

During basic training, she discovered lifting heavy and never turned back. She's average height for a Hispanic woman in her late twenties. Black hair, brown brown eyes, and strong as an ox. She is constantly in trouble with USAF standards for BMI, but she constantly meets or exceeds physical fitness qualification standards. And, one could argue, that without the leverage of the average man's height, she needs the extra strength to do her job.

She had always wanted to do something with the air corps. But, she remained undecided in her MOS until she realized that she could already meet the standards of combat dive school without fins from her years swimming in high school.

When asked about how she learned to swim or how she can hold her breath so long she'll tell you she once had to swim 125 miles to get home when she was nine years old. The time it takes, the number of obstacles she faces varies from telling to telling. You should know: it was really only the last three miles that she had to swim. And, it was only one time, when she was first entering the country. But she likes to make the story interesting.

After her first mission with SEAL team Echo, she comes home and celebrates by closing down the bar with her teammates. The way she slurs PJ (a nickname of pararescue operators) turns into Peach. Master Chief Kenneth Jones, the SEAL team leader, turns this into Princess Peach. She's been 'Princess' ever since.

In honor of that very fine and upstanding moment, she got a princess peach crown sitting tilted on a red mushroom on the back of her neck, under her collar.

She's been kicking ass and saving lives with on and off with SEAL team Echo for the last five years now.

Kate Laswell, having a crisis of faith in the 141's ability to keep itself alive after losing Soap, brought Blackwood's name to Price's attention for an upcoming mission to the Falkland Islands. Price is resistant to filling Soap's spot.

Price, Vargas, Gaz, and Ghost take her on in their different ways to see what she's really made of.

But, maybe it takes the princess saving them, for Price to see the value of keeping her on.

(there's also a whole romantic subplot with Konig on this mission which I'm very excited for her to experience.)

-- <3 @quaritchscupquake

Hello hello helloooooo! Definitely not mutuals only and thank you SO MUCH for sharing. I absolutely adore this. That backstory is so detailed, I love the thought and design in Princess. Tough break to come onto the team after Soap is gone (would have loved to see them meet) but I have absolute faith in her ability to win all the boys over. That is a CERTIFIED badass if I've ever seen one.

[cordycepsbian]

Auh we suddenly got inspired to talk about our slugcat ocs so. stuff about their mechanics if they were in the game down there ⇩

the symbiosis:

eight food required to sleep, two can be stored. has a high nutrition demand because the fungus takes a lot of it

gourmand world state, nothing crazy going on story wise because we have no ideas for its story

can release clouds of spores that obscure predators' vision and kill bug enemies at the cost of food pips

weakened by sunlight, so spear strength & running speed are dependent on the region it's in. regions that are very exposed or sunny make them have monk strength and regions that are dark and enclosed make them have hunter strength

can eat mushrooms and spore puffs like regular food (spore puffs give two pips)

rain deer will try to eat it but it can crawl through worm grass as if it's holding a gooieduck

the trickster (formerly known as the chameleon but we decided to change it):

six food required to sleep, three can be stored. can eat meat

pre-spearmaster world state, enjoy your alive moon!

food that she eats affects her color and eating meat from a predator will make her mimic its appearance, so other creatures will behave like they would in the presence of that predator

starts with a pearl in hand and is followed by an overseer from no significant harassment

giving the pearl to pebbles makes him angry and he kicks you out and kills the overseer. giving the pearl to moon reveals that this is the "something unpleasant" nsh sent to another iterator :) she rewrites the pearl to a message scolding nsh and tells you to take it to communications array

so basically spearmaster story and ending but funnier

the sleepwalker:

four food required to sleep, two can be stored

monk/survivor world state

always wakes up in a shelter failure. for the first few minutes the region will be darkened (like shaded citadel but everywhere), after that is a few minutes of just rain, and then it becomes normal

always has neuron glow and can use a flash bang ability at the cost of food pips

unique creatures that only appear during the dark periods (we will have more on them. later. we just came up with this idea now)

not sure what their story is yet

the crusader:

nine food required to sleep, three can be stored. can only eat meat, no fruit or popcorn plants. every modder has one of These scugs come on

post-rivulet world state but not snowy because he's in another part of the world entirely

starts in the puppet room of an iterator named deep impression of a fang. he instructs you to find echoes and return to him

starts with maximum of two karma, and strength scales to karma level. it cannot throw spears at all at karma one (be prepared to eat a lot of batflies), but deals five damage at karma ten

regions and echoes are completely different but we don't have all of this plotted out yet so we can't really tell much about it

ends with a challenge 70-like boss fight against deep impression of a fang :) he really did make this slugcat just to kill him. ending cutscene is the crusader leaving fang's facility grounds to hunt down more iterators. saint but with violence

[raintailed]

A bunch of new goobers :]

Nine Mushrooms (any pronouns), an iterator who mysteriously went offline. The Rogue was recruited by NM's senior to go and check on them, and find a way to revive them if necessary.

Color concepts for Lewy / The Rogue (any pronouns). I'm going with the third option.

Color concept for Varina / The Fluvial (she/her), the slugcat who found the Rogue when they were a slugpup.

[crysdrawsthings]

As tagged by @fallen-chances let's do this OC thingy c:

In turn I am tagging, hmmmm, @akaviri-dovah @bunniletto @mairoff and literally anyone interested c:

Favorite OC

At the given time I would say my favorite OC is one my DnD characters, finally graduating to have a lore in the wider Crys Cinematic Universe - Ruthaar. Dragonborn devout of the Scaled Mother - Tiamat - and a prophet crucial to her eventual release from the Nine Hells. All around cutie too!

Newest OC

My newest OC is Jheraar also known as Oreo or Cookie, my Baldur's Gate 3 protagonist! Wyrmchild, assassin, silly goose and all around a very lovely chromatic dragon with a serious case of both amnesia and zoomies.

Oldest OC

Oh, this would be Uluthana one! I think pretty much the oldest OC I can really remember having is the being that is in the current canon of my original setting, Uluthana, is known as Aynar-Ayen, one of the Twin Celestial Oracles.

Sovereign of Drakkan Empire and the being from beyond the known world bound to a chain of mortal vessels in a cycle of rebirth.

Meanest OC

Honestly, I am not sure.

So, let's list a few options:

-Any and all versions of Dior, my DnD Oathbreaker Paladin.

-Jheraar, the lovely and very murdery dragon

-Elanor, the Alduin Reborn from TES

-Kesal, the Serpent with Thousand Eyes from Uluthana is rather mean, but more of the trolling variety.

Softest OC

This gotta by Sanya, my adventurous ex-guardsman sailing the void of the grim dark future of Warhammer 40k. Very kind soul with a very curious collection of vagabonds and weirdos following him around, ranging from daemon to Knight Scion to chirpy carnifex and to a very depressed Lost Primarch.

Most Aloof/Standoffish OC

I feel like it would probably be either Autaracu or Llaveyne, two of my TES ladies: Meridian Purified Ayleid painter/sorceress and ancient Dunmer mushroom witch with a rather sour temper.

Dumbest (Affectionate) OC

Let thus be known, that most of my OC share the same three braincels, but if I would need to pick one... I think it should be Cabbage, the Slightly Overcooked Murmurer and my lovely W.I.T.C.H. OC!

Smartest OC

Oh, this is a though one, to be fair.

When it comes to Uluthana there are Ouroboros, the Great Archivist. And there are Zehn-Kaan, the Crimson Butcher. Both are very clever, first in the quasi-deity of knowledge and technology way and the second in the prodigal strategist and warlord with a hobby of learning.

OC I would be best friends with

I suppose I would probably get along with a rather wide array of them, but I am not sure this would be a best friend situation.

[biolumien]

you’re… something | astarion x oc

note: i love thinking abt writing something rather than actually writing it, don’t you? lol. minos is my seldarine drow bard that i’m playing for my current run of baldur’s gate 3 :)

The Underdark is beautiful.

In a way.

Bioluminescent mushrooms almost murmur as timmask spores perfume the air below, and the entire place seems to breathe with quiet majesty.

Minos’s eye stares out. Once, he could perceive the depth of the cliffs below—and yet, now, it’s murky, hard to tell. A vast drop, sure, but it holds less power than before. He isn’t sure whether or not to be happy about it.

“I would think you would be more thrilled to return home,” Astarion’s voice is always composed, prim, and proper. He never approaches from Minos’s periphery, though. Minos doesn’t ask why. “Instead, this entire time you’ve been here, you’ve had a bit of an unsightly little grimace upon your face. Displeased, are you?”

He feels and hears Astarion more than he sees him—he feels the soft, sauntering steps, the sharp inhalation of breath like Astarion’s not quite sure whether or not this breath will be his last.

Minos’s lips quirk in a downward smile, or something like a grimace.

“Not quite,” Minos says.

Astarion hums.

Minos hears him sit down on his right, settling his weight delicately on the stone.

Minos doesn’t talk about his partial blindness. Not really. Mostly because it shouldn’t be a big deal. It doesn’t come up in discussion. It hasn’t made him a worse fighter, hell, a worse bard. He’s managed fine. But it bothers him still, somewhat, for some reason. Bothers him that Astarion won’t sit on the left, and let Minos see him. Not that Astarion even knows, but then again, shouldn’t he? Shouldn’t they all, with their illithid connection—

No.

Astarion is close-lipped. He is close-minded, but in the sense that he shuts off how he feels from others.

There’s something there, of course—buried down deep is a story to be truly dissected, about his scars and about his vampiric nature.

Minos wonders, of course, when he will be given the gift of Astarion’s story.

“Baldur’s Gate is.. was more of a home than this place,” Minos says after a moment.

Astarion shifts.

“You’re from Baldur’s Gate?” Astarion’s voice is… possibly curious, though tinged with his signature flare of uncaring sarcasm.

“You don’t need to sound so surprised,” Minos says.

“I thought that drow burned in the sunlight,” Astarion replies coolly. Minos can’t see his expression, but he imagines that Astarion’s lips have curled upwards, his red eyes sharp like bloodstone.

“You live in Baldur’s Gate,” Minos says. “And you burn in the sunlight.”

Minos turns his face now, to look at Astarion properly. His initial guess about Astarion’s expression is right. But as Minos continues to speak, Astarion’s gaze fixates on the chasms below, his brow furrowed.

“I would hardly call it living,” Astarion rasps. “To be under the thumb of a vampire master and jerked around for his every whim, a dog at his beck and call…”

Astarion’s voice sharpens.

“That’s not living at all.”

Minos hums.

“But I tire of this,” Astarion says, in a way where Minos can tell he’s not bored of talking about himself at all, but that this amount of vulnerability is the thing that makes him uncomfortable and puts him on edge. “Tell me about your story. How does a Seldarine drow end up in Baldur’s Gate?”

Minos laughs.

“My parents and I escaped the Underdark when I must have been… eight, nine? I don’t remember,” Minos says. “We moved to the Lower City. My mother and father repaired instruments. I played them to test them. Pretty good life, all things considered.”

Minos traces patterns onto the stone floor.

He’s spent more time not seeing his parents than he’s spent seeing them. He barely remembers their faces anymore, he thinks. A wrinkle on skin. A broader nose, softer jaw. A bubbling laugh. Dappled sunlight on wood, the searing pain of light against his skin as his mother whisked him up. He can’t picture her face, only the swift movement as he went from the ground and then lifted upwards.

“Don’t know who my parents pissed off, but one day I smelled smokepowder, and that was it. The shop, my home, my parents—gone in an instant.”

He’d been forced to fend for himself. He was drow, after all—no kind word or aid would ever be extended to him.

“It wasn’t right,” Minos says. “For me to be the last one alive. I should have died.”

His head throbs, and he winces as he feels the tadpole press at the back of his eye, carving out space in his brain as it takes the memories, nibbles on his anguish. He leans forward, letting out a low groan of pain.

Astarion watches.

He thinks he sees Astarion extend a hand, but it dangles somewhere between them, and he does not cross the gap.

“The explosion took your sight,” Astarion says.

Minos snaps his head up as the tadpole ceases its movement.

Astarion’s face is impassive.

“What?” Astarion asks, his voice suddenly growing a touch defensive. His expression settles on something more neutral, relaxed. “I notice these things, you know. You are not nearly as sly as you think you are. You favor your left side. Twice Lae’zel has called out for you to avoid an obstacle on your immediate right and you failed to notice. At first, I thought it must have been because you were playing a fool. But I see now.”

“I—”

Astarion stands.

Minos feels hot embarrassment creeping its way onto his face.

“If it’s any consolation,” Astarion says, and he seems to take pause. He shakes his head, jerking it slightly. “You…”

He looks at Minos again, and Minos wonders what expression he must have on his face if Astarion is looking at him like this, like he’s properly seeing Minos for the first time.

“You’re… I think… you’re… something.”

With that, Astarion stalks off back into the camp, and Minos is left alone, staring out into the chasms below.

[eligobrrrrr]

Nine people you'd like to know better!

Thank you for the tag both @bard-coded and @tashas-cauldron-of-magic-soup !! It's always so fun seeing the answers change when I do this stuff

last song: The only thing they fear is you from Doom (I was, pretty mich listening to Thurak's playlist)

favourite colour: I like blues and yellows, but like an orangey-yellow, that's actually a colour pallette that keeps popping up on my character designs

currently watching: Tbh I think nothing(?) because I barely see series anymore, but I am reading something, that being The legend of Drizzt Do'urden - The Starlight Enclave (because Im obsessively searching for lore about Callidae)

sweet/savoury/spicy: Savoury 100%, I love cheese and pasta with mushrooms, second place would go to sweet probably (?) but with a limit, third place goes to spicy, it's not that I dislike it I'm just not used to eating spicy things

relationship status: Single 👍

current obsession: OC's, not only mine but other people's too, like, it is unreal how much I'm just having everyone's characters spinning in my head at the moment, I am looking at everyone's pretty OC's like this

If I had to say some main ones at least from my own it would be Davhomin and Thurak, but tbh at least I'm always obsessed with Davhomin, I can't leave my dearest boy die, he was my first d&d character and therefore holds a very special place in my heart

Wish I could have finished Curse of Strahd with him

(I am also working on a new character, Enoch, whom I've posted some concept art already I believe)

last thing you googled: Pretty sure it was a [companion] approves template because I want to do those with my children, have I found it? Not yet

Anyways thank you! I'm not sure If I have 9 people to tag but I'll try my best! @yeshihellodani @web-spinning @mothusingtheinternet @becfromthedead @inkspillsss

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the spare // chapter forty-nine // death eater ! tom hiddleston oc x plus size ofc - a voldemort wins au

story summary: 

While on a mission to avenge the death of her best friend, Ilvermorny graduate Melisa Alder finds herself in the middle of the fight to defeat Voldemort. Upon capture after the Dark Lord's triumph, she's being sold at an auction with other muggle borns and blood traitors. Her only hope is also her only bidder - the tall, dark, and handsome Thomus Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's younger half-brother. Is he just another Death Eater or is he hiding more than just his face beneath the mask? Will she realize her true potential to be one of the resistance's greatest weapons?

*a Voldemort Wins AU with Tom Hiddleston cast as an OC x a plus size protagonist* *takes place in The Auction universe by Lovesbitca8*

words for this chapter: 2.2k warnings for this chapter: none

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Chapter Forty-Nine:

Narcissa isn’t exactly thrilled that I’d thrown an explosive potion into her pond. I got a very stern “Don’t ever do that again” before she enlisted Hermione to help me find a proper disposal method.

So we hole up in the library. I’m trying to hunt down an explosion containment spell to potentially enchant a box. Hermione is going off my list of ingredients and procedures.

“After you meddle the Eye of Newt, you add a crushed and dried Flitterby?” she asks, glancing up from the written list I provided.

“Yup,” I say, my eyes scanning the index of a book about common enchanted household items. “Then I grind that fucker down until the consistency is that of a thick jelly.”

“Doesn’t wetting the dried Flitterby reactivate its acidic qualities?”

I pause. “Uh, yeah. The acidity reacts with the Willow root that gets added at the end. The acidity is what reveals the image in the film.”

She frowns and tilts her head. “And you still add bursting mushroom powder? Isn’t that what’s making it explode?”

“Actually no,” I say and close my book with my finger acting as a bookmark. “Despite its name, it’s actually what’s keeping the explosion from happening the moment the potion cools. It acts as a temporary neutralizer.”

“How temporary is temporary?”

I shrug. “Depends on how much of it I add. No matter how much, it’s still not a permanent solution.”

“Have you tried adding something to neutralize the acidity after the potion has cooled?”

“Like what?”

“Well,” she sighs, leaning back in her chair. She shoves her thick hair behind an ear and taps her quill on the parchment roll on the table. “This might sound silly, but have you tried baking soda? It neutralizes acids.”

“No, but I could try.”

~*~

Since we were just testing her theory, I made the smallest batch possible with a short waiting time. Once the potion cools, I add the baking soda, and we anxiously await for the scheduled fifteen minutes to be over.  

I keep my eyes on the cauldron, looking for the telltale signs of its impending explosion, but amazingly, it doesn’t. Even when the fifteen minutes were up.

I laugh incredulously. “Hermione, where were you when I blew up our photography room in fifth year?”

She smiles, too, and it feels good to see her face light up. “Probably fixing Harry or Ron’s homework.”

A beat passes and both of our smiles fade. By the look on her face I can tell she’s remembering, too.

I sigh and shake off my feelings, tossing the memories back into their vault where they belong. Since I have my magic, Occlumency has been metaphorically turned back on. I keep the memories of my travels with the trio inside the tent where we’d spent most of our time together. When I lock the memories away, I’m not forgetting them, I’m just putting them in a place where they won’t hurt me. Where I won’t be overwhelmed by longing or hurt just by the mere thought of them.

I nod to their strips of film still hanging from the string. “Those should be plenty dry enough to show them to Narcissa. Do you think she’ll be cooled off by now?”

Hermione shrugs as her lips twist sympathetically. “I’m not sure,” she says. “I don’t think she was really mad at you, though.”

“Still,” I sigh, unclipping the film. “I feel bad.”

~*~

“Oh my,” Narcissa says, clutching a hand to her chest as she examines the film against candle light. “Wasn’t he adorable as a baby?”

I give a non-committal nod and peer at them over her shoulder. “So that’s his mom?”

“Yes,” she replies. “As you can see it’s where the dark hair comes from. You’d hardly find a Selwyn without it. Oh, look there’s Abraxas. I’d forgotten what he looked like back then.”

She shows me a frame with Thomus and Abraxas standing on a busy train platform. Steam from the train billows behind them as they smile at the camera, ignoring the rest of the din. Thomus is dressed in his Hogwarts uniform.

The closer I look, the more I think Thomus’ smile looks forced. The hand on his shoulder is tight, pulling him towards his father awkwardly. A silent plea hides in his eyes as he looks at whoever is behind the camera.

“When did his mom leave?” I ask.

“She might’ve left the year after that photo was taken,” she says. “I’m not quite sure.”

“Were they close?”

She looks at me then, sitting back in her reading chair. “I know that her leaving greatly affected him.”

“It makes me feel bad for him,” I murmur. “I don’t know if he really got closure… but then, do any of us?”

The memory of Sam climbing out of the grave finds its way to the forefront of my mind.

Well, I definitely haven’t gotten closure.

I stand. “I think I’m gonna go take a walk before dinner.”

~*~

I walk to the clearing, plopping down onto my back in the grass.

All these things about Thomus, everything I learn is further blurring whatever sort of line I had drawn. Being attracted to him is one thing, but this? Learning about his past and how maybe if his mom had never left, maybe we’d be fighting on the same side. Maybe I wouldn’t have to feel so guilty for caring about him.

Somewhere in my ponderings about Thomus that question that I keep locked up in the mausoleum has escaped.

Why did he buy me?

I close my eyes against the late afternoon sun and Occlude, sweeping up every thought and feeling about him until I dump the dustpan full of memories behind the gates.

When my head’s finally empty, songs akin to elevator music starts to play, filling the new space. So I sit up, ready to mosey on back to the Manor, when my eyes catch the fleeting glimmer of a human form. I blink rapidly, letting my eyes focus on the spot.

A disembodied chuckle comes before I can cast Homenum Revelio. “I was waiting for you to take a fucking look around.” Kyle disarms his Disillusionment spell and casts the Muffliato charm. Then he looks at me. “How’re the potions going?”

“They’re going,” I sigh. “The second one did some funky things, so I’ve been avoiding taking the next.”

“So you’ve already beat the first one?” he asks, his expression alight with curiosity.

“Yup.”

He puts his hand in his pocket. “Would you be willing to take it again? Right now?”

“Why?” I ask, getting to my feet to grab the vial he holds out.

“Do you remember that spell Rabastan Lestrange used on you at Jacob Astor’s house?”

“I think so,” I say, sitting back down. “Electrocumvis?”

He crouches, elbows on his knees. “There’s a theory that electricity can break through no-magic barriers. Recorded cases are mostly in rural areas of the US, where the last dregs of the Scourers huddled in with their No-Majes and wanted magic to be kept out. There was a small town in Georgia that had an electrical panel short-circuit along the town border. A year later, a town who’d never had a magical kid before, suddenly had a dozen kids with magic.”

I look at him skeptically. “So you want to see if me trying to produce electricity will… turn off the effects of the potion?”

“I know it sounds far-fetched, but yeah.”

I pull out the stopper for the vial. “I guess it’s worth a shot.”

I chug the contents of the potion and feel all of my hard work disappearing, fading, smothering. I toss the empty vial at him before closing my eyes to concentrate.

~*~

I stay out there for a lot longer than I should have, but fuck if I’m not determined. Kyle is of no help. He’s just hanging out, watching me. Watching me struggle is closer to the truth.

I’d never overcome a suppression potion in one day before, let alone mere hours. It feels like trying to start a car with a dead battery. I need a jump, but I’m not sure what to use for it.

Why did he buy me?

The question flutters about, untethered and unrestrained now that I have no magic. But I don’t need magic to latch onto the question. I don’t need magic to let it consume my thoughts and make my chest ache with unwanted emotion.

Upon my final utterance of the spell, my fingers tingle where they’re touching the ground. Static snaps and pops coming from my skin make me focus on the spell even more. The question fuels the power behind my concentration and the familiar electrical hum from the fence now floods my ears.

I open my eyes to see the bright, white-blue light of electrical waves circling me, it’s point of origin my hands against the ground. It charrs and blackens the grass it touches. I feel the hair on my arms and the back of my neck stand on end. With a grin, I look up at Kyle to see his reaction, but immediately stop the spell when I see he’s not there.

“I see Narcissa didn’t give you the suppression potion like I instructed,” Thomus says, and I whip around with a gasp. He’s got his foot on a log, one hand on his hip. Was I so focused I didn’t hear him? Holy fuck, he’s here.

My eyes jump back to where Kyle had been and my pulse quickens when I realize I can see the outline of his Disillusionment charm.

“It’s rude to sneak up on someone like that, you know,” I snap, flustered.  

His eyebrows shoot up. “Me? Rude? How could you ever think such a thing.”

“It’s pretty easy.” I turn my back to the fence, legs criss-crossed, facing Thomus. “Do you have my rock?”

His tongue peeks out the corner of his mouth, jaw rolling while he lets out a huff. His eyes travel down and he steps over the log, slipping his hand into his pocket as he walks toward me. But he pauses when his eyes jump to something beyond the fence. I hold my hand out, pretending like I didn’t hear a particularly loud rustle of leaves. Goddammit, Kyle.

When Thomus doesn’t move, his eyes searching, I obnoxiously clear my throat. His gaze finally focuses on me again and a hint of a smile curves his mouth. He strides the rest of the distance and drops the rock in my waiting palm.

“Thank you,” I chirp, immediately bringing it to eye level to inspect it for damage.

He sits down next to me, facing the fence. “I can assure you it was in safe hands. Shouldn’t be a scratch on it.”

“I’ll be the judge of that, thank you,” I tease, unable to help myself.

He fiddles with his wand where it dangles from his hands, elbows on his propped up knees. “Mostly just used it as a paper weight.”

The tone of his voice makes me look up at him. “How was Italy?” I ask. “You look… tired.”

His lips tilt up again. “That’s because I didn’t get much sleep.”

“Pretty Italian women keeping you up at all hours of the night?” I tease.

Thomus takes a deep breath, but he doesn’t answer me. His eyes go from me to the fence again, his focus sharp. I get the sense that Thomus knows how to detect the Disillusionment charm too. It would make sense after all, being a tracker. The grip on his wand goes from loose to tight as his eyes narrow, still staring at the fence.

I do the first thing that comes to mind. I scooch closer to Thomus until my thigh touches his hip, while my right hand reaches out to grab his jaw. I lean forward, smashing my lips against his.

Whatever I was hoping his reaction would be, is not what I get.

I feel his whole body stiffen from where it touched mine as I lean over him. His lips don’t move against mine, even when I trace my tongue along his bottom lip. After a moment, I take the hint and pull back completely. There’s anger in his eyes.

I force a smile. “What, I can’t kiss you?”

His eyes are cold when he says, “I’d prefer it if you didn’t.”

When I swallow down my hurt, it’s audible, and makes me cringe. I focus on deep, even breaths.

“Is this what you meant, from before you left, when you said nothing’s changed?” I ask softly.

“I’d think that were obvious,” he states dryly.

“So you’re back not two seconds and you’re already being an asshole?” I say as I blink away unshed tears and get to my feet.

He stands, angry as well. “That night was a terrible lack of judgement.”

“Oh, and has time away from me allowed you to clear your head?”

“Yes,” he snaps without missing a beat.

I can’t even look at him. I keep my face down and away, eyes on the scorched earth beneath our feet.

I sigh. “You know, for a little bit, I almost thought that I somehow, miraculously, missed you.” When I look at him, my expression is full of sadness and spite, while his is furrowed brow and pursed lips at my words. I hear my voice crack.

“But you’ve just fucked all that up.”

I push past him and head back for the Manor, not caring if he follows.

~*~

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[creamofdragonsoup]

i had one mcd oc (i’ve recycled her now). her name was gwen, she had mint green hair and i basically put her in whatever situation i thought was cool at the time.

like she started out as a jury of nine member that ends up following suit with katelyn and ditching the role (she only took the job cause zane threatened her mom anyway but her mom was dead at this point. so.)

at one point i changed it so she was a pirate? she had a really fancy sword cause she was a runaway noble.

for a while i had the gang meet up with her during the werewolf meif’wa marriage arc (i was obsessed with that part. the angst got me i think) so she was a catgirl for a substantial amount of time.

gwen is now a retired superhero living off the grid with her wife and crosswords

A life well lived for ms gwen!! I hope she has tons of good crossword puzzles, I like the ones about mushrooms.