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[meepmoopmaap]

bro is NOT passing the neurotypical test

Ross Oleander, he/she/they

[cailaventog]

Finally drew something for myself, it's been a while since I did that. It feels oddly refreshing now, I rembere why I even started drawing.

[shoyastars]

Stuck in the moment.

Mistin Malice

⚠️Disclaimer!⚠️

I do not own the characters except for Mistin & Creed. The rest of the characters along with binary star hero belong to CONCR3TPARASITE go check em out, and their game! It’s amazing! Anyways! The game and the creator only intends to target 18+ audiences. Those who are under the age of 18 and above are putting both creator and the game at risk for being in trouble. Please respect the creator’s decisions and choices. Thank you for being patient and let’s get into this fan writing!

The cafe was loud per usual, I’d would look up at the clock. One hour left and I’m out of here. “Hey Mistin.” I’d would hear Hal’s voice and turn around. No matter how silent their footsteps were. I always kept their guard up. “Yes Hal?” I’d would lean against the counter wanting to hear what Hal would like to say. “Could you clear up the tables before you go? Would help out a lot.” I’d would nod and head to the back and get the appropriate stuff to pick up the mugs and cups. However I’d decided due to it being only an hour left, why not listen to some music. I’d take something from my bag and. Take out a pair of earbuds along with my phone. Hal doesn’t mind listening to music if it’s near the end of my shift. I’d put on my playlist and head out to the lobby. I’d see my brother managing the cash register. I’d start clearing up tables while humming to my music. Somehow with the right music everything seems peaceful, it’s a feeling I like, but however never felt with anyone else… except… I’d then feel a tap on my shoulder and on impulse I’d grab their wrist. I’d look up to see a familiar pair of black eyes. Ray… ‘shit…’ Ray seemed a bit caught off guard by my actions. “Someone seems jumpy.” He chuckled a bit as I let go. “Strong grip to.” I’d take out my ear buds. “Sorry I wasn’t paying attention, that’s my bad. Ehe…” this is so awkward… but how come it looked like he wasn’t phased by my actions? I have been skeptical for awhile about what Ray does for a living… I started to suspect something ever since his second time coming in… scars on his body… manual labor doesn’t always include large cut marks and whole marks… “hm…” I’d suddenly hear Ray and turn to them again. He looked at if he was ‘trying’ to read my mind… if I’m correct which I hope not… he’s possibly a hero… “you doing ok Ray? You seem more… observant today…” he flinched a bit at my question. I’ve had a neck for observing people and they’re body movements, along with they’re body language. He seems a bit… confused at something… but at what?… “oh nothing, just admiring a cute barista.” I’d pause a bit holding a empty coffee mug in my hand. I was still clearing tables. If he’s gonna try and flatter me, I might as well do the same. I’d place the bus tub on a table and wipe my hands on my apron. “Well~ since you have an eye for admiring this cute barista. I guess I sound listen to a charming…” I’d brush a strand of his hair behind his ear. “Customer hm?~” I could see his face turn a light pink, he definitely wasn’t expecting me to return his flirtatious banter, but also I could spot a hint of confusion. As if he is confused he didn’t see it coming. “What’s the matter Ray? Cat caught you’re tongue?” I’d stick my tongue out for a bit as I see him chuckle a bit as he slowly recovers from the sudden comeback of flirting. I’d look up at the clock, my shift is nearly over. “Look I got to get back to work. I’ll talk with you another time. Cya around ok?” I’d go to pick up the bus tub but feel a grip on my hand. I’d felt my face heat up a bit. I’d look at the hand that was holding mine, then look up at the man holding it. He was so close to my face now. If you ask my it’s almost like those cheesy romance scenes you see in tv shows, but it gives you the fluttering feeling. “Ray?” We’d stay like this for a bit, my heart beating practically in my ears now. My face heating up more at the sudden close contact. This feeling was familiar… where did I feel like this before?… “HEY!” A familiar and protective voice barged in and separated my hand from Ray’s. “NO TOUCHING THE EMPLOYEES DURING THEIR WORK HOURS! Back off! I know self defense moves I’m not afraid to use em buddy!” I’d stand there dumbfounded as my younger brother stood between me and Ray, suddenly I’d hear Ray laugh. It sounded genuine…… why do I feel like a love struck teenager right now? I’m literally 30… “ah um no need to worry I was just getting bad to work. C’mon Creed let’s go.” My brother wouldn’t take his eyes off of Ray. “I’m WATCHIN you… Agh!” He’d hit the back of his head against the wall.

I would obviously check to make sure he’s ok, but he’d recover and glare at Ray. I’d chuckle at this as I look over at Ray. I’d see him smile, he then looked at me and waved me goodbyes before leaving through the door. I’d see him look back through the glass and our eyes meet. I’d genuinely smile for once. He’d smile back and turn away.

After work I’d make it home and stretch for the long day. I went grocery shopping, and got some healthy things for me. I’d put it away and lay flat on my bed. I’d think back to that moment his hand touched mine, his face close to mine… it all felt so… unreal… I’d feel that familiar feeling again……

Wait……

“No!” I’d feel my body shake as I remembered the feeling all to well and the first that came along with that feeling. Why now… I thought I finally got rid of those memories… but Ray isn’t like her… or him right? I’d start remembering such memories I wish to forget and never resurface I’m my mind. I’d head into the bathroom to wash my face quickly and continue to repeat… “It’s over, they’re gone… they won’t use you like that anymore…” I’d continue to wash my face with cold water and when I turned it off I could hardly tell weather I was crying or not anymore. I’d the. Lower myself down and take deep breaths before looking at my hands a flash of a memory, a flash of blood… a flash of sorrow… and betrayal… I’d hug myself as I continued to try a steady my breathing. It’s been years yet I still haven’t gotten over it…… but this won’t stop me from living my life the way I want it… I promised myself that… I’d be gain to calm down after awhile, and step out of the bathroom. I looked at the clock. It was 11pm nearly midnight… I decided to just take an apple I bought from the store and call that my dinner for tonight. I didn’t feel hungry… I guess… when you’re caught up in a good moment……

Some bad ones come back to you like a sneaky rat………

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[ae-neon]

OC archive

"The Twins"

Cesar and Carina

Unruly youngest members of the bodyguard squad. Most common method of problem solving involves motorbike drive bys.

[layton-heritage-posts]

oh hey I see we're talking PL OCs! I have an OC for Des's daughter (...but not the spouse, whoops), and also an OC that's Luke's weirdgirl intern assistant. I also have OCs for Claire's family technically but they aren't super fleshed out beyond "they don't support women in STEM". they don't even have names rip

I'm always up for Descoles Daughter ocs, and the rest of them sound great too! Well except the nameless Family, but you know what I mean.

[innerenigma]

•Normalize Fanart for Fanfics Again You Fools•

It's not cringe anymore (it SHOULDN'T be cringe anymore), just do it. You're doing something you enjoy, who cares what anybody else says! So spread the words my fellow internet brethren.

Spread the Word :)

[gomzreblogfr]

warm up

[archies-ocarchive]

⚪️Toshi⚪️

Toshi is my oldest OC I still draw frequently. They were created as an easy OC for school comics.

She is based on an even older OC of mine, her twin brother. He is a serial killer, which is why they refuse to share informations about him.

They are nonverbal, allthough she never was in my older comics.

She is pansexual and genderfluid. They are sexually active, but are very mindful of safety and consent.

⚪️Please credit me if you draw them!⚪️

[meepmoopmaap]

Bastian Johan Nein!

His gloves are compression gloves, bc oh my god joint pain is a bitch

Batsian Johan Nein is his evil au:

[cailaventog]

Finished a personal work of mine.

The character in the picture is my oc Lodh.

[lam-pr0]

NEW PERSONA DESIGN!

Check it out in the LAM_pr0 OC Archive :D

[waterfall-ambience]

"Sol and Spica: An Anxious Student's Guide to Finding Life in the Universe"

Aka "I was told I could do whatever I wanted for this class assignment as long as it related to astrobiology, and I got a little silly with it." I am so tired. Please enjoy.

[layton-heritage-posts]

The oldest OC I have was originally a Layton fan character, I'm talking a 12-year-old's cringe-ass self-insert. I've since reworked her into an OC separated from that source material and she's changed in many other ways too obviously, but I don't want to forget her roots.

Listen, I wrote a self insert oc x canon splatoon story when I was little, Embrace the fact that we need to be Cringe to enjoy media to the fullest.

[slater-baby]

John Price x f!Reader - Daddy kink, age gap, corruption kink

John Price who’s convinced his best friend’s daughter is flirting with him :/

John wasn’t born yesterday. He sees the way you look at him, like you’re some young, dumb thing desperate for an older man to show you how it’s done. But you’re much too naïve to realize the mistake you’ve made inviting him into your bedroom.

The neighborhood barbecue seemed like a good enough place for you to dip your feet into the water, to test his patience and fish for some sort of reaction.

Your eyes linger on his hands when he uncorks a bottle of wine.

Your pulse races when he spreads his legs wider so that your knees touch under the table.

Your fingers fidget when you notice the bulge at the front of his jeans, desperate for something you couldn’t even put into words.

Lucky for you, you won’t have to.

He’d slip his fingers under the hem of your skirt before you’d even think of begging him to do it. He’d just pull the fabric of your panties to the side and expose you right then and there, deft fingers sticky with the slick that’s been leaking from your neglected pussy since the minute he walked in.

All the while, he holds a conversation with your father across the table. Deflowering his best friend’s only daughter with one hand, while he smokes a cigar with the other.

“J-John, I—“ you’d stutter, trying to keep up appearances.

“What? Need me to get ‘ya something, sweetheart?” He’d drawl, quirking his fingers against that one precious spot just so that he can watch the way you jump in your seat.

“I—I need…” you’d flush, sweating, “I need…more.”

John, well, he just smiles, pulling your panties back over your cunt, patting your covered pussy a few times before he stands from his chair.

“More to drink?” He lies, walking towards the house, “‘Course, darling. Thought I saw an extra pitcher back in the fridge…”

Your father’s so busy keeping up with his friends that he hardly notices when you leave a few minutes later. With all the commotion out in the garden, there’s no one in the house to eavesdrop…

Well, that, or see the way that John bends you over the counter in the kitchen, yanking your panties down around your knees just so he can get himself inside your sweet pussy all the faster.

“Fuck, love,” he grunts, wrenching a handful of your hair, “Keep moaning like that, ‘n your father’ll kick me out before we get to finish…”

The slapping of his hips echoes throughout the room, belt buckle jingling where it hangs from his belt loops.

“Mm—No, John—“ you squeal, standing on your tippy toes just to push your ass back up against him all the harder, “Daddy doesn’t know. He—he can’t know…”

“Mm—Fuck, but he will, baby,” John growls, “He fucking will.”

His chest flattens over your back, cock pulsing inside of you when you fall over the edge of another orgasm.

“‘Cause when I’m done with you,” the bristles of his beard tickle your ear as he whispers, “You won’t be callin’ him daddy no more. No.”

His hips push into you hard enough you swear you’ll be left with bruises when he finally fills you up…

“That’s what you’ll be callin’ me.”

[lo-andbehold]

A callout post (it’s me I’m calling myself out)

[archies-ocarchive]

👹This is Kazu. They used to be a demon slayer OC, but have slowly become just another OC I draw for lots of things.👹

Kazu is a demon/human hybrid. They use They/Them and It/Its pronouns.

Their mother was a human and their father was a demon. They live alone nowadays after having a falling out with their family for not being 'demon' enough.

It loves to write poems about people it meets, or things it witnesses. They often do illustrations for the poems as well.

It is currently wearing a gifted haori, and some simple clothes they owned already.

Otherwise they don't own much. It lives day to day with not many things to call their own.

They just yearn to be accepted and treated with respect, especially being treated as a 17 year old even though its body looks far younger.

👹Please credit me if you draw them!👹