#non-human oc

[alpiinee]

I did some sketches of them :>

[httpsglitch]

I wanted to try my hand at more... Suggestive art.

He doesn't have a name yet since he's brand spankin' new. Feel free to leave suggestions!

I have a lot of monster/non-human OC's that I wanna try making suggestive/NSFW art of, so we'll see if more come out.

Let me know what you think! And constructive criticism is welcome :)

[minutemetaphor]

new top-hatted fancyman oc just dropped and I'm in love

His name is H.C, he works in a non-physical mental realm {the same as Witch!} and you can find more about him and that on unvale

[deerybeans]

Meet my grungey TV boy Bitz! Expect him and my partners tv heads kiss

[zhjake]

Constance Orgone, NHP Shipping and Logistics Coordinator of the Caleuche Shipyard, largely Big Space Fish ambivalent unless it gets in the way of Business (it does) From our Lancer module: A Wake Writ in Void

[melveres]

my half-luphilim wolf Xavier and tiger qhat Imani!! wave and say hi everybody NEOW

[oshaviolati-on]

old character of mine that im reinventing again 😵‍💫 his name is jonah

[itsnotmourn]

an eat district exists for the supernatural beings and in there, is a restaurant owned by cats

HELP ok if you ever went to a business (restaurant, market, etc.) you might see a lucky cat figure at the counter! so i think it’d be pretty fun if it were lucky cats that ran a store of some kind instead ^^

the eat district can be found by walking in a small alleyway, only open during dusk til dawn. humans can stumble here accidentally but once they're found, they're scared out of it like yeah GET OUT !!!

the restaurant was owned by poki's late owner (see that lil blue flame?) so they decided to take over ahaha. when they're not running the store, they revert into a little statue that brings good luck.

[plinkoplinko]

I gave grimmel some semblance of depth because he actually is such a one dimensional character. I wanted it to kind of parallel hiccup a little bit???? The outcome was decided only by their actions toward the dragon. Also teenager grimmel where I accidentally made him hot

[luci-deville]

Late night drawing I really do not know where I was going with this drawing but it felt like a nice practice. Yet again I should probably work more on my lines and structure on drawings. :p

Welp next time I’ll draw something for this spooky month Halloween is just my favorite holiday ♥️

Wallace Darling is from @///lizaisdrawing’s AU :)

[sir-fenris]

Realized today that I didn't post this art yet. So before sleeping, here we go :D

"Still alive."

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We can have Cyrus being happy once and a while <3 he's a free boy in this.

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[oddsconvert]

nonhuman ! Whumpee! Nonhuman! Whumpee!

I got too excited and carried away, IM SORRY - IM GONNA RAMBLE 🙈

New non-human royal whumpee just dropped! 🤪

Prince Evander Viluf of Eireania.

Eldest son of King Espen and Queen Alora, big brother to the twin princesses Dorothea (Dotty) and Devora.

He has large antlers, like branches reaching for the sky, and they're usually dripping with the finest jewels. A long lion-like tail that whips about and sways with every step. His one golden eye is a physical manifestation of his ability to dreamwalk - entering another's dreams, observing and manipulating their subconscious.

When Malachi, the long-feared warlord storms the kingdom, he slays the king and queen and seizes the throne, reducing the once-proud Prince Evander to a mere trophy/a pet...

“Surrender to me, little noble. Relinquish the throne… and I will spare your sisters. Defy me, and I will make them suffer a thousand deaths. And I promise, your highness, that you will beg me for the same fate as their sorry souls, but I shan’t let you off so lightly. No. That would be mercy."

[dol-dee]

Average day of an average human, terrorizing an average priest

Luci belongs to @getinthefuckingcarkitten <3

[whatudottu]

I want to hold your hand I don't want to hurt you

More of @fiestylittlebeetle's Malether propaganda they have been parasitising off my brain especially now that I've drawn then once have more hand language *grins*

[dokidokisadness]

Whumptober 4th

Hallucinations ➳ sensory depravation

Mai always wants attention, a lot of attention. It whines and cries day and night whenever it's not being held by someone. The "forever puppy" line of pets was certainly not the best choice. The owner, a busy business man had thought his children would like the new 'toy', maybe it would become a good excuse for their mother to let them see him more often… clearly the plan didn't work. The kids constantly complain that the biopet is "too noisy", "too clingy", "too unsociable", "irritable" at times, has led the man to discard it. When they said a puppy, really they must have meant a baby. what kind of pet doesn't even play with children?

The kids gave up on the thing. now it's stuck with him, leeching off of him, returning no profits what so ever.

The owner decided to simply keep it in the kennel it was delivered in. It tried escaping a few times, but it can't do much with the arms tied up. (with a blanket, of course, they want it to stay quiet not for it to get rope burns and waste even more money treating it…). It stopped moving after the first hour of struggling. As for the whining, Mai was a lot more persistent with that, maybe about 3 days until he realized no one would come.

The owner was very quick to adjust to the new routine: Mai is allowed to stay with him in any room at any time he feels like having company for a few minutes, petting his soft fur or force feeding him vitamins to compensate for how little it eats.

Oh and there's that, Mai isn't very interested in pet food, or any food really… rarely, almost never eating the dry treats, owner gives it. Usually, it eats anything but food, anything chewable that is. paper, erasers, plastic cups, wall corners, cigarettes, you name it… another reason to keep it on the kennel when nobody is looking after it.

This approach to the situation, however is far from what it's recommended.

The pet is stressed and it's noticable. it went from whining and pawing to growing, hissing, clawing, biting… last time it was let out, Mai smacked a few documents out of the owners hand to eat the paper. nothing calms it down from a tantrum, well… nothing but the kennel… It makes it quiet, but doesn't really relax it. everytime they take it out, it looks like it's head is about to explode… The owner doesn't seem to care, thought… as long as it stays silent.

[knoepfl]

A Human Touch

Characters:

Rick Sanchez: The eccentric and reckless scientist with a penchant for chaos.

Reader (You): A newly created human who instinctively feels compelled to care for Rick, unaware of his identity or past.

Trigger Warnings: Alcohol use, implied reckless behavior, existential themes.

Masterlist

Words: 571

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The garage was a chaotic blend of buzzing machinery and scattered tools. In the corner stood the "HUMAN MAKER 3000," recently used by Morty to create his own girlfriend. Rick staggered through the cluttered space, frustration boiling over as he glared at the machine. “Ugh, typical Morty,” he grumbled, taking a swig from his flask. “Can’t even conjure up a decent girlfriend without screwing it up.”

Leaning heavily against the workbench, Rick felt the alcohol warming him from the inside. After a few more swigs, he decided to take the plunge himself. “What if I made… a companion?” he slurred, a devilish grin spreading across his face. “Someone to help me with this mess!”

With determination fueled by liquor, he stumbled toward the machine, fingers clumsily pressing buttons with reckless abandon. The machine hummed and whirred, lights flashing in chaotic patterns. Just as he leaned in to observe, his hand slipped, sending his tequila bottle crashing to the floor. “Crap!” he shouted, collapsing into a heap on the cold concrete.

Hours later, the machine completed its work, and the lights dimmed as the door slid open with a hiss. You stepped out, feeling an unfamiliar sense of awareness. The garage was filled with strange devices, and your instincts drove you to explore. But first, you noticed a figure sprawled out on the floor.

“Hey… are you okay?” you murmured, kneeling beside him. Your voice was soft, laced with concern. You shook him lightly, but he only groaned, shifting slightly.

With a sense of urgency, you hoisted him up and carried him to the sofa in the living room. The warmth of his body felt strange and comforting, an instinct pulling you to take care of him. You laid him down gently, brushing a stray hair from his face, and took a moment to assess the chaos surrounding you.

Compelled by an instinct you couldn’t quite place, you began to tidy up the clutter, putting tools back in their places and tossing aside the remnants of his late-night escapades. The smell of alcohol hung heavily in the air, and you wrinkled your nose at the sight of empty bottles. Leaving everything in disarray felt wrong.

As you cleaned, a mix of curiosity and concern swirled within you. You didn’t know who this man was or why you felt so compelled to help him, but it felt natural. Each action, each tidying movement, was instinctive—like you were meant to be here, meant to care for him.

Once you finished, you returned to the living room, glancing down at the man who had created you. He was still asleep, but his brow furrowed, and he mumbled incoherently. “Morty! I said no more pickle juice!” he shouted in his sleep, his face twisting into a grimace.

You couldn't help but chuckle softly at his antics, finding the absurdity of the situation oddly endearing. This man was in a state of vulnerability, completely oblivious to your presence, yet you felt drawn to him.

Just then, you heard a sound—a low groan escaping his lips. You leaned in closer, your heart racing. Would he be angry, confused, or perhaps surprised to find you here?

As the seconds ticked by, you felt a strange thrill in the air. Something about him ignited a sense of connection you couldn’t explain. You wondered how he would react when he finally woke up to find you—his unexpected creation—taking care of him.

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Author's Note: Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this exploration of Rick’s character and the unique dynamic with his creation. If you have any thoughts or requests for more stories, feel free to share!