#oc tags:

[itsrichardnotjohn]

Hear me out: Francis' mother.

[sillygoofyboii]

Alright kids, your homework for today is fuck around with the relationship between the player and the protagonist. Make the player some voice in the protagonist’s head, make the player the weird creature that follows around the protagonist, make the player some weird thing controlling the protagonist DO WHATEVER!!!

[bonethievery]

[cephalopistol]

dragon ball stuff

[angelsbride]

Raspberrypaw you would love racoon tail hair extentions if you were real

[numerous-bees-in-a-skin-suit]

a little bit of a mini art dump of unfinished things and stuff that isn’t enough to post on its own!! sorry for not posting art in like. forever. time got away from me lmao

[sweetbunnybee]

hello there ! nice to meet you ! please read under cut before interacting for the first time. thank you!

hi ! my name is Bunny ! I am between the ages of 16 and 18. I love to draw and sew, spend time with my online friends and siblings, and learn about animals and nature.

my favorite color is pink and my favorite animals are kitties and bunnies !

here is my carrd ! you can find more about me and my dni there ^^ yay

[death-breeds-wisdom]

There's this group of 6 very different people that often don't get along. There's the muscle of the group who gets along best with this black woman who's really charismatic, but has a really rough relationship with their ex. There's this wreck with substance issues who often relies on the aforementioned black woman but is also a flaming homosexual. Can be spotted in a crop top and leather pants. Has curly hair and wears eyeliner. There's a guy with scars that people often find irritating (the guy not the scars) There's a guy whose existence is debatable and non linear, who acts older than they physically are, who is solving a problem the others had no idea about. There's the one trans guy who people often exclude. There's also very much a dead guy who hangs around the addict.

This applies to both my ocs and the cast of umbrella academy. Neither of which had anything to do with the other. I started watching the show today and made the characters 3 years ago. Literally not a single thing is inspired from this show. Yet they're basically the same characters. Even down to the minutiae of the identities.

[cruelestpigeon]

ABOUT ME:

• she/they

• artist

• writer

• eng/fr

BONUS:

i love getting asks and dms so don’t be afraid to send a prompt or anything!!

[toxtricityamped]

shitty oc comic wip

[somerandompizzatowersideblog]

panels for an introduction comic for an askblog i'm not gonna make anymore, this is literally the only finished panel here no joke

unfinished panels under the cut

[lunagospel]

Kiara.

Jan. 22, 2023

[sillygoofyboii]

Random OC thing

Please note that I am not a professional writer I just put words together and hope that it’s good enough. Enjoy the food chat.

Also, I’m sorry if this is bad. Just expect bad writing from me 💀

—🌸—

Once, there was a laurenstine, in her most beautiful state. Petals in full display, beautifully shown in the sun’s direction. Once, an amaryllis came by, catching the laurenstine’s eye and letting a red rose bloom. They bonded, talked, exchanged numbers and parted ways. “Please, be careful. Don’t get too attached, for your Arborvitae will wilt and leave you in pieces.” The blackthorn foretold. “She’ll be fine,” the laurenstine protested, “she will be fine, for the soil is rich. There is no danger.”

Their relationship bloomed into something more as the laurenstine left from her old garden to be with the amaryllis, her job had bad working conditions anyways. The amaryllis still had a job though, so the laurenstine had to say goodbye frequently. “See you later, my little astragalus.” She yelled out to her from the kitchen as she left. She cleaned the kitchen as she waited for the average afternoon call from the amaryllis.

she waited.

she waited.

(The snapdragon dragged the arborvitae away from the phone)

and waited.

(“Not while there’s work to do,” she lectured to amaryllis, “you’re close to a breakthrough, don’t get distracted.”)

and waited.

(“…Fine. I’ll call her-“ “Don’t call her during work.” “Fine, after work.” “Good girl.”)

….A champignon bloomed as the amaryllis didn’t pick up. She spoke into the phone, even if the astragalus wasn’t gonna pick up.

“Hello, love. I know you usually call to check up on me, but it has been 5 hours since the usual time you call, I’m getting worried. …I’m fine currently, are you?” Silence from the other line. “…I’ll see you when you come home.” Soon, the clock screamed ‘8’ and the amaryllis came. “I’m sorry I haven’t called, my boss has gotten stricter.” The laurenstine scoffed at that, her distaste for snapdragon growing. The same thing happened the next day.

And the next.

and the next.

There was only one call from the amaryllis during the entirety of that week, and even that was a short call that the nightshade walked in on.

…At some point, amaryllis stopped coming home.

Only one call explained it.

“Hey, uh, babe…Sooooo I got a raise for a little discovery I made in the lab, bad news, I’m probably going to be way busier than normal. I’m sorry.”

The laurenstine sighed. She had already deepcleaned the house multiple times out of boredom without the arborvitae, so she took up sewing. The table is covered in thread and plushies (mostly of fish, some weird white four-legged creature with big eyes, and of amaryllis). She made a quick call to a friend of hers after she got bored of sewing and her pitiful attempts at crocheting. “My dear blackthorn,” she began. “I’m sorry that I’m not calling to talk to you about anything important to you, but I need to know; is my dearest okay?” “Of course I’m okay, I never left my house since Monday.” “I love you too, but I was not talking about you. I meant my love, my light, my other half.” Blackthorn chuckled on the other line when laurenstine said that. “And you used to say that you two were ‘just friends’? Anyways, jokes aside, lose your attachment. She will be gone, her fate being sealed. You’ve been missed while she was gone, but her return will not happen. I do not condone calling her every five seconds, for you will get a call soon. When you do, listen carefully, for the words will not be repeated.” Blackthorn quickly hung up, leaving the laurenstine silent. She knew the blackthorn told her not to call the amaryllis yet, but it was routine at this point. Laurenstine never broke routine. “…Day 1, I guess. I just called the blackthorn. They said some…important words to note, so that will be kept in mind. I might do some tarot soon.”

“Day 7, I was able to finally crochet a square, I’m never doing it again. I hope you’re doing better than me though.”

“Day 14, me and blackthorn finally had a normal hangout. They introduced me to some new friends, I hope you’re doing well.”

“Day 20, I got a job as a cohost for a game show. Wish me luck!”

“…Day 21….uh….hm….Soooo, remember that one coworker we used to have? Yeah, she’s my boss now….I’m convinced that she’s gonna murder me in my sleep. I hope you’re doing well.”

“Day 35, I finally met up with those ‘new friends’ I talked about….It..went well I guess? I hope you’re doing well.”

“Day 67, I physically feel unhealthy. Emotionally, I mean. I was always physically unhealthy….That probably made no sense. I….hope you’re doing okay.”

“Day…What was the number again? Ah, day 134. I feel like tearing my eyes out.”

(The amaryllis paused. She was knee deep in work, there being no phone in the room for her to use. She quickly went to talk with snapdragon. “Let’s make a deal,” she said. “You never like it when I try to call or communicate with my girlfriend because it distracts me from work, right?” “Correct. Where are you going with this?” “…If I am able to record a message during my break for her and let it play when she usually calls, I’ll be able to finally leave her a reply for once and do my work. So, what do you say?” The amaryllis waited eagerly for a response. “Fine.” The snapdragon said. “You may give her a recording, I guess. Now leave my office, you have work to do.”)

“Day 236. Please call me. I need you here.”

“Day 365. Happy New Year. The fact that you haven’t called in a year is super concerning. I really hope you’re okay.”

“Day 474. Come back to me, Princess. My bones feel flaccid.”

“Day I-lost-count. Come back. Please.”

“Day 5 hundred- who gives a crap. Come home. I miss you. I need you with me.”

“Day 608. …I saw you in a dream. You apologized for so many things. Please know I forgive you, just come back to me. Please.”

The laurenstine felt like she had wilted, but she was still in decent health. Sure, her appearance was a bit disheveled, but she was fine. It was just the loneliness in the house. “I’m fine.” She repeated to herself, over and over, wishing the statement was true. Soon, she heard her phone ring, assuming that it was the blackthorn, she picked up.

“Hey gurl-“

“Hello, this is a prerecorded message.” The voice was instantly recognizable as the amaryllis.

“This is the only way I’m able to contact you. I have been getting a steady amount of work done and good amount of money, so I’d say I’ve been doing fine. I’ve made a breakthrough, but it is private. Only the company knows what it is. I might be gone for a bit to work on another project, so I’ve decided to trust you with it. The project is a-“

The recording was paused and then another voice came “That was from a good few months ago,” snapdragon stated. “She has…gone missing now. Come to her office on Saturday, she had some tapes and videos she wanted to show you.” snapdragon quickly hung up without another word, leaving quickly to wash the blood dirt and off her hands, quickly taking amaryllis’s project plans, erasing her name, and replacing it with her own to show the higher ups.

Saturday came quick and the words blackthorn said didn’t help. All they said was a simple “Good luck. And I’m sorry.” The walk there was slow, yet even with the seemingly excruciating pace, time seemed to blur and the laurenstine found herself in the amaryllis’s office with some tapes, a broken tv, and a corpse in the chair. Killed by a nightshade, a ‘thorn’ had pricked the flower’s stem. The amaryllis had lost her former beauty, flies and other plants eating away at her remains, it sickened the laurenstine to her core. She sobbed, threw up, screamed. She already wanted to leave. She took the tv and the tapes and ran to another room, her former office. She denied what she saw.

She decided to throw out some of the plushies she made of amaryllis that day.

—👁️—

Once, there was a woman. A simple person put in a not so simple situation. She made herself look somewhat presentable, for there was a guest over.

“I hate to say it, but I told ya not to get too attached.” The guest said, resting their feet on the table.

The woman, Gwen, immediately scoffed at that.

“Mal, I love ya, but shut the fuck up.” —

List of symbolisms used

[bonethievery]

[cephalopistol]

got that dog in him

[angelsbride]

yuri