#oc dred

[fablestar]

Vamp shenanigans. Some recent Dred doodling

[vehemourn]

i know your voice / i know your face

[jemdraws]

Red and white color schemes, my beloved

[ghul-wein]

Why is your dog staring at me like that

[image ID: a scanned sketch in ink pen of Darling (it/its) and Dred (they/them). Darling is small with pale pink skin. Its eyes are hot pink and a patch over one eye. It’s hair is a deep, dark teal that reads as black aside from lighter highlights, slicked back saved for the long sideburns hanging over its shoulder. It is smiling very big and toothy though the smile seems kinda fake. It is leaning forward and wearing a ruffled teal top, with black pants. Dred, standing up right, stands next to Darling. They have light brown skin and warm brown hair with highlighted raccoon stripes over their shoulder. They have a mole by their lip and another under their eye. Dred looks surprised and sweating, looking at the viewer as if caught off guard. They are wearing a school uniform consisting of a short sleeve white button up and a grey tie and skirt; a chunky black and rainbow studded belt and pink and teal pins adding a pop of color to the uniform.]

[meowscarada]

i drew my friend and my dnd characters! say hello to prince mildred and her jester gyda. we havent played these characters in a while but i refuse to retire them

[hnnngggn]

After watching West End Newsies I had to make some ocs (I’d never thought about doing it before)!!

This is Bunni!! She’s a Brooklyn girl!! I love her sm! <3

The picrew used is this: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/644129

[thelatexshapeshifter]

ive said a few times that im making a cosplay for Outis my yautja oc but i ive not posted any photos on tumbler. i have most of the build so far posted up on my Instagram https://www.instagram.com/blakes.cosplay/ for those that want to see. ive just got the paint job mostly done now and im going to add all the dreds in the next day or 2

[tesalicious2]

Kit Fisto's Scuba Troopers

Lets go! (halfway through this became OC time)

Monnk was reconditioned once when he was 3 standard because Dred Priest was trying to get at the Mandalorian training Monnk (they were basically father and son, the Mandalorian giving Monnk his name and his sea dragon on his armor)

He was a very playful and joyful child until the reconditioning, the old personality is still there but is rarely shown anymore

After Monnks reconditioning, he didn't remember how to do anything so all of his fellow CCs and Scuba troopers retaught him so he doesn't fall behind, thanks to them he wasn't decommisioned

Kit Fisto had an incredibly hard time reading Monnk at first, feeling a blank wall in the Force but flickers of brightness

Kit's playful attitude when off duty helped bring out some of Monnk's old personality and Monnk will now crack smiles and make the occasional joke

Kit finds out abut the reconditioning after a hard battle that ended with Monnk in the bacta tank and it was marked in his file

The Scuba Troopers mostly take after Monnk's old personalility, being very playful and pranks are common in the Acclimator

Though, they can get serious very quickly and they are masters at fighting underwater

They have an extra set of armor, they underwater gear, while also having to maintain their snow, sand, and regular gear

Their CMO, Plague, known for treating infections and his harsh and constant anger. Do not make him mad or play any pranks in his Medbay. He is apart of the scariest batch of medics to come out of Kamino

He has/can/will scream at his patients (including generals)

(These include Sacrifice of the 104th, Agony of the Corries, Reaper of the Marine Corps, and Suffering of the 327th. They were one of the first batches of medics and the original Mandalorian Trainer was very hands on. Their attitude comes from her, she adores them the most.)

When meeting his batch, Plague is much more chill and can be seen smiling

If you want to get on his good side, you get one chance (your first visit that isnt the standard 'this is the medbay, i'm here to help')

If you come in on your own and are honest about what happened he will treat you nicely (no screaming, just silent treating of injuries)

If you had to be dragged in, complain, down play your injuries, don't say all of them, try to worm out, make excuses, lie about why you're there, kiss his ass (not so much but this is usually accompanied by any previous thing on this list), or he finds you before you come to him, you've lost and no longer get his good graces

so far, only one shiny has his good graces and is absolutely his favorite

Cancer was a fresh off Kamino shiny who was quiet and clearly uncomfortable with his batchmates being in another battalion. He came in two weeks after picking him up with a freshly bleeding slice in his face from where he fell in the mess and cut himself of a bench corner

He was warned against going to the med bay but went alone, Plague found something in his chest when they met (affection?) and was taken in by the shiny apologizing and explaining what happened. Cancer made no fuss and listened very well, when Plague checked on him in a week, his injury was gone!

Cancer made Plague speechless and ten minutes later Cancer was changed to a medic track with a new Ori'vod

Cancer excelled in the medic track and quickly took after Plague, however he didn't have his anger instead doing the "you're dissapointing me, i thought you were better than that" mixed with baby sad eyes which is somehow worse

Originally his name was Fungus (dubbed by others), because he grew on Plague quickly. Plague offered the name Cancer to which the newly dubbed Cancer hugged Plague

Plague moved Cancer to his room, since as CMO he gets private quarters

Cancer is completely aware of the favoritism and totally takes advantage (he may be a shiny, but Plague has taught him to guilt trip so hard.)

Plague has introduced Cancer to his batch and they adore him, Cancer became the most untouchable clone in the whole army

Due to the nature of their battalion, the medics can fix simple injuries and surgeries underwater and their belts have cloth loops to slide medical tools into

The ARCs can't wear their kamas or pauldrons underwater so their armor is painted to mimic the shapes of them, made up of swirls or wavy lines, their normal gear does have kamas and pauldrons

Kit is very bad at picking who to make ARCs because if he had his way, everyone would get the training

To make up for this, the ARCs teach much of what they learn to the regular troopers, though they are all rather adept at adapting to fit the situation

It is common for Kit’s ship to be covered in shells, dead coral, animal bones, and shiny rocks

All of the troopers have some love for the water and the species in them and after the war, many choose to become marine scientists, dive instructors, or underwater cinematographers

[empressgeekt]

Could you tell us more about brozone brothers children (next generation) in your aus. I know that Branch and Poppy have a daughter and Floyd has an adopted son (Veneer reincarnation?)

Branch and Poppy:

They have three kids, two boys and a girl.

Rose, is their only daughter and first born. She has Branch's temperament, being more on the calm side (as and adult as a kid she was a lavender version of her mom), however is extremely passionate like her mom about keeping her subject safe and happy. In terms of appearance, she has dark blackberry purple hair, and her father's eyes, however most of her facial features are like that of her great grandmother, Rosiepuff, hence her name. She loves story books and archery.

Their second child is Flint. He was adopted after a flooding disaster in Rock Hallow left him orphaned, and Branch pulled him from the rubble. He was quiet as a kid and quiet as an adult, often feeling awkward with his genre identity as a Rock troll raised by a Pop family. He has black messy hair, muted purple complexation, and blood red eyes. He play guitar and does metal work for a hobby.

The final child is their youngest, Ash. He's a quirky kid, bit of a dreamer, off in his own world most of the time (in Burning Branches this is explained by him sharing a strong connection to the world's hidden music like his dad). He has royal blue hair, pink eyes, and peach skin just a shade in between his mom and grandfather. He loves to pencil sketch, with out color.

Clay and Viva:

They have twins, and after that they stop, because those kids are a combination of Clay's brains and Viva's chaotic energy, they are wild tornado like trollings who are far too smart for their own good. They had nearly destroyed the village on a number of occasions.

Their twins, are Cricket, their son, and Calypso, their daughter. These two are inseparable, and almost identical in appearance. Their pale purple trolls, who are both born blonds, but Cricket's curls go green as he gets older, and have bright pink eyes. Their hobbies include story times and setting up traps around their house and village.

John and Delta dawn

If they end up together, they would have two children. Both of which would have hooves but only two feet.

Chip is their son, he looks like a purple haired version of his mom. He's an adventures boy, always finding trouble. And loves to bake.

Perry Kate, is their daughter, and she's red headed version of her father, with her mom's eyes. She's a bit of an attention hog, loving being in the spot light, and a total daddy's girl. She becomes a song writer and singer like her dad.

Floyd (and maybe Jovi)

He ends up with two kids.

Vinyl is his eldest son, that he found as an abandoned egg on a river bank. Vinyl a minty green reggaetón troll, with black and gold patches on his body. Along with blue eyes and green and gold dreds for hair. He's mellow and smart, but also very nervus at times (He's also Veneer's reincarnation so he feels a lot of guilt for his past life, making him very loyal to his family).

Besides Vinyl, Floyd also has a bio kid. His daughter Piper (usually with my OC Jovi, who is a mixed troll, Rock and Celtic). She's a smiley yet calm person, however also has a very protective anger streak. Her fur is a deep royal blue, with sky blue hair with hot pink streaks (and hot pink star spots and a single marble horn like Jovi). She loves music, however was born with extremely damaged vocal chords rendering her mute. So she learned violin and make the instrument sing for her. She signs to communicate with others however it is rather difficult to get others to listen to her.

Bruce...Does not need anymore kids.

[fablestar]

Dred in a pirate fit because I've been watching Black Sails?

[writers-melancholy]

On the 7th day, they were wed. [Aemond Targaryen x Sister!Oc]

Trigger warnings: Targaryen Incest, Twincent, Mentions of unwanted sex, forced marriage, teen pregnancy.

Word count: 3,733k

•Master List•

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Being born a lady of nobility Viserra knew she would marry eventually, she knew that more than likely it would be a marriage of duty the complete opposite of love but oh how she longed for a love match. For there was already a boy who held her heart, his name Jacaerys Velaryon.

She was but ten and five preparing for a marriage of duty, a match she was forced into by her own actions and a betrayal by the person she was supposed to trust more than anyone, her beloved twin Aemond.

She should have been getting fussed upon by her ladies as is the custom before ones wedding yet here she was flying high above King's Landing on her beautiful she-dragon Syreen.

She could feel the wind blowing through her hair, it was almost soothing to her. She knew that by now her absence was noticed and her mother the Queen would soon send Aegon or Helaena to remind her of her duty.

She couldn't help but get lost in her thoughts, one stood out in particular “I should fly to Dragonstone.” This was her chance to choose for herself, to choose who she really wanted, Jacaerys and have a life together with their babe. It should have been easy to choose happiness and yet there was a voice telling her to stay… could it be that she actually wanted to marry Aemond? “No” she thought “I hate him!” Her face twisting with anger and sorrow for she did not want to hate him, in truth she wants to love him the way she loves Jacaerys. The way Aemond loves her.

You would think it would be hard to miss Dreamfyre flying up beside her and yet she only snapped out of her thoughts when she heard her sweet sister Helaena call out “Viserra!” how it reached her through the winds she didn't know.

Viserra’s head turned towards Helaena locking eyes as she shouted in return “I do not believe i can do it!”

“Marriage is not so bad!” Helaena shouts back.

Viserra was silent as she simply nodded allowing her sister to guide them back home.

It took them several minutes before they landed back at the dragon pit.

The Queen could be seen waiting with several of her ladies needless to say she looked furious, as Viserra dismounted Syreen she could hear her mother's booming voice “What in the Gods were you thinking!” she paused as she reached her daughters “it's going to take a long bath to wash the stink of dragon off you!”

“forgive me mother, I needed a moment to think.” Viserra said flatly, keeping her eyes on her feet so as to not be subjected to her mother's harsh glare.

“Could that not have been done in your rooms!” Alicent scolded before taking a deep breath as she continued “We haven't much time, come now.” As she took Viserra’s arm tightly and escorted her to her rooms.

Upon arrival she was immediately disrobed by her ladies maid Nessa and thrown into a bath as several of her ladies tried to scrub her clean, Viserras anxieties were growing with every second she couldn't help but dred this marriage.

Her hand unconsciously drifted up to her mouth as she started to chew on her thumb, “I'm scared..” she mumbled as she looked at her mother who was preparing her ceremonial robe.

Alicent turned around with a warm but sullen expression as she approached the tub grabbing a drying cloth, she motioned for Viserra to stand and she did. Alicent wrapped the cloth around her sweet daughter and spoke softly “You need not have any worries.” guiding her into the main living area as servants bustled around them “I was barely older than you are when I married your father.” Alicent continued

“Were you not scared.” Viserra asked as she sat down at her vanity. Nessa started to brush out her long white-blonde hair.

“Of course I was, but it was my duty as it is yours.” Alicent said flatly as she waved for her ladies to start braiding Viserra’s hair.

“Did you not wish to marry for love?” Viserra asked hesitantly

Alicent was caught off guard, taking a second to gather herself before she spoke “Over time one finds a mutual understanding, respect and perhaps even love if you are so lucky.”

Viserra was silent, clearly not pleased with the Queen's answer but was hesitant to press farther, just as she opened her mouth to ask another question Alicent suddenly shouted “You must get dressed!” clearly wanting to avoid discussing the topic any further.

Viserra simply nodded as she allowed her ladies to dress her in the ceremonial robes, she closed her eyes as the sting of tears came on, She was determined not to cry even if she so desperately wanted to.

She could feel Nessa’s nimble fingers securing the ceremonial headpiece, once the sting of tears had left Viserra’s eyes she opened them, coming face to face with her mother

“My sweet girl..” her mother cooes “You are a vision of beauty.” she states her voice over flowing with pride.

A knock could be heard at the door as Helaena entered her face lighting up as she saw Viserra “Sister…you look wonderful, like a true Targaryen bride!”

“Thank you Helaena…” Viserra whispers

“Ma’am” the Queen's ladies maid Talia says “It's time.”

The Queen doesn't speak but simply smiles as she turns to see her daughters standing hand and hand, something they had done since they were children.

“I don't think I can do this.” Viserra whispered to Helaena but before she could answer Alicent interjected “Of course you can, my sweet girl.” She gently grabbed onto Viserra, pulling her out of her rooms and down the corridor all the way to the sept, stopping just outside the main doors where Otto Hightower was waiting for them.

“Grandsire..” Viserra spoke

“Granddaughter it is time, I will escort you in after the Queen and Princess get seated.”

The Queen gave her daughter a kiss on the forehead before linking arms with Helaena and entering the sept.

As the doors opened Viserra could hear the chattering of people, most noble families that served at court but some who traveled for the wedding too. After a few moments the doors opened once again as Otto gently grasped his granddaughter's arm leading her into the sept and down the aisle.

With every step she was getting closer to her unwanted fate, and she could feel it she could feel him watching her as she walked down the aisle, her husband to be was waiting eagerly. She kept her eyes down to avoid his gaze.

As she came to a stop at the head of the aisle now standing next to Aemond, she looked towards her mother who was sitting in the front row next to the King, Aegon and Helaena. Viserra gave one last pleading look to Alicent as If asking to stop this, but her mother just smiled at her, unaware of her plea.

Viserra finally fixed her gaze onto Aemond, she could see the smile growing on his usually stoic face, it was getting bigger by the second as he just admired her, seemingly pleased with their matching ceremonial attire. Afterall he was the one who demanded on having a traditional Targaryen Ceremony.

They were so close it was almost unbearable, she wanted nothing more than to run away and escape from this moment but she knew that she had to live with the decision she made to stay. So she stood face to face with him as the ceremony started, Aemond was instructed to take the obsidian knife and lightly cut his lip she watched as he took his thumb and used the blood to mark her forehead.

Once it was her turn she hesitantly grasped the knife as she was expected to cut her own lip. she instead froze, just looking at him as he reached his hand out gently holding the knife over her hands as he moved the knife to her lip and cut it. She winced as the blood started to trickle down her chin. Once Aemond removed his hand Viserra set down the knife and she took her thumb and marked his forehead.

They were then instructed to take the knife once more and cut the palm of their hand, she had tears in her eyes as Aemond had to cut her hand for her, they then pressed their now bleeding palms together as their hands were bound with cloth.

A chalice was held under there bleeding hands to collect their mixed blood, once a fair amount had been collected the chalice was handed to Aemond as he took a drink he smiled then passed it to Viserra causing her to freeze again the thought of drinking blood made her stomach churn she also worried what affect the blood would have on her unborn babe. She looked up at Aemond once more causing him to simply nod in reassurance, this did soothe her worries as she knew that he would never make her do anything to cause harm.

After taking the chalice in her hand she touched it to her lips and drank, the metallic taste coated her tongue as she swallowed a tear fell down her cheek as he gently wiped it away.

The only thing left was to kiss, it was a small act on its own but oh how Viserra dreaded it. To her a kiss was something special you share with the one you love and the person she loved was sitting at dragonstone blissfully unaware of what was happening.

Without warning Aemond pressed a gentle but possessive kiss onto her lips, as he parted he leaned his forehead onto hers causing the guests to clap and cheer as their marriage was now bound in fire and blood just as Aemond had wanted.

After the ceremony had come to a close Viserra was escorted back to her rooms where she was changed out of her ceremonial robes and into her mother's old wedding dress albeit it had been modified to fit Viserra’s style a bit better and her ceremonial headpiece was removed and replaced with small gemstones that were gently tucked into her braided crown. The blood was cleaned off her face and her hand was bandaged.

She was then escorted to the banquet hall where everyone was waiting for her, as she entered all eyes were on her it was not a feeling Viserra was use too, she was use to blending into the shadows behind her siblings.

She made her way through the hall to the table where she stood next to her new husband, once she had taken her place everyone sat down. It was like the party had taken over the room as talking and cheers could be heard. It wasn't long before Aemomd decided to get up and ask his new bride to dance with him. Viserra hesitantly agreed as the two made their way to the dance floor he held out a hand for her to hold as he placed the other on on her waist gently leading her through the movements.

She kept her head down looking at their feet as the music played, Aemond soon whispered in her ear “You look beautiful tonight, during the ceremony especially.”

Viserra blushed slightly as she responded “You look handsome as well.” she started to hum to the music as they danced, it was something she always did even though it annoyed Aemond he softly chuckled

“Must you?” He laughed out seemingly amused by her childish humming

“Yes, I must!” She responded with a playful tone as a smirk creeped onto her face, it was nice she felt nice for once during this gut wrenching day. It was almost like she was just spending time with her beloved twin and not some betrayer who forced her into a marriage she didn't want.

As the night went on they mingled with their guests and they all ate a beautiful feast in celebration but eventually the night had come to a close and the bedding ceremony was approaching fast.

Once it was time the guest followed behind as Aemond escorted Viserra to their marriage chambers once they entered the room Aemond led her to the bed where he gently untied the back of her dress causing it to partially fall off of her, he helped it the rest of the way leaving her exposed.

She In turn helped him disrobe and as they stood naked Aemond planted a soft kiss onto her lips as he guided her onto her back, her body melting into the freshly laundered sheets beneath her, the smell of soap surrounded her and for a brief moment her mind was able to escape from reality.

But it didn't last long as she could feel him watching her, as she looked up at him she could see his violet eye wide and filled with desperation and vulnerability.

In this moment she held so much power over him and yet she didn't want it, for anyone else it would have been intoxicating but for her it was simply a reminder of who she was with.

She loved Aemond, of course she did but right now she hated him with every fiber of her being.

She gazed coldly into his eye, while he used his hand to gently separate her knees, stopping as he felt resistance.

Viserra didn't want this, not know and maybe not ever.

she turned her head to the side where she could see members of the royal court fighting for the best view. It was repulsive, it was at that moment she took a deep breath and relaxed her legs, letting them fall open like a book. Allowing Aemond to move closer positioning himself, he could feel the warmth of her body, it was driving him mad.

He leaned forward to engulf her lips into a deep kiss, he could feel her tremble at his touch. as he parted from the kiss she closed her eyes, a single tear running down her face.

He gently wiped it away just as he always does and whispered “I will make it quick.”

She gently nodded as he grabbed the back of her legs, pulling her body onto his with swift deliberate movement that made them both gasp, his with pleasure, hers with pain.

The feeling of him filling her was overwhelming, the pain sharp and throbbing much like her first time although the pain faded quicker this time.

Aemond had to take a moment to steady himself, his hands moving to her hips as he started to move slowly at first to allow Viserra's body to adjust.

Viserra’s eyes were so tightly shut that she could see spots, she felt uncomfortable. It wasn't that she felt physical pain, it was her heart breaking with every second she was made to endure this horribly outdated custom. She could feel eyes watching her in her most vulnerable moments, something that was supposed to be a private experience between those who love each other.

She wanted it over, she wanted to loathe this act, but she knew it was her duty as Aemond's wife. But the moment was out of her control, she could feel him as he ‘deflowered’ her in front of everyone.

Yet she found herself thinking “This feels nice.” As he kissed her all over, his breath started to come in ragged gasps as he thrusted harder and harder until finally he froze gripping her tightly as he engulfed her into a passionate but forceful kiss. She could hear his muffled moans as he finally pulled away from her.

The sound of clapping filled the room as Viserra's eyes opened, she got up quickly and reached for her discarded dress to try and recover some semblance of modesty. It took a few moments before two maids entered the room and removed the now spoiled sheets from the bed and held them up for the court to see, Viserras assumed they were pleased with what they saw as they cheered once more before leaving the room.

Their maids had quickly replaced the sheets before leaving the young couple alone for the night. Deciding she had been humiliated enough for one night she went to change into her night dress.

“Let me assist you.” Aemond said as he stepped closer grabbing the dress from her hands, she looked at him uncertain before she finally lifted her arms into the air as he lowered the dress over her arms and head and down over her body.

“Thank you.” She whispered as he gently bent down to kiss her once more before she turned her head to the side causing him to kiss her cheek instead. “I am tired, Aemond.” She said, he pulled away and nodded.

“I imagine the excitements of the day would be tiring to a woman in your condition, you should rest wife.” He spoke as he led her to the bed once more as she laid down. “I shall be to bed in a moment, there is something I must take care of first.” He spoke, dressing himself before leaving the room.

Soon Viserra drifted off to sleep and she found herself dreaming about someone she knew she shouldn't be dreaming about.

She found herself standing outside the sept in a beautiful gown made just for her, she chewed on her thumb as she peeked through the slightly cracked door. She could hear the guests chattering away; she had been so preoccupied she hardly noticed her father, the king coming up behind.

“Viserra..” He said, drawing her attention away from the door.

“Father! I was just - “ she started but was interrupted “You were just trying to peek at your groom!” He laughed “Do not worry child, I remember how I felt on my wedding day!”

“You do?” she asked

“Yes but that is a story for another time, for now we must focus on getting you down the aisle!” He said as he held his arm out for her to grab “Shall we?” He asked.

“We shall!” She answered as she linked arms with him the doors opened wide as Viserys led her down the aisle it took them a few minutes longer than normal but the wait was worth it to Viserra as she came to the head of the aisle stopping just in front of the sept she turned to see her beloved Jacaerys standing next to her, they shared a look of absolute joy as the sept began the ceremony.

As the ceremony began Jacaerys took hold of her marriage cloak and draped it over her shoulders one side of it was black with the Targaryen crest and the other half was blue with the Velaryon crest and the shoulders were gold. It was the same cloak Rhaenyra wore during her wedding to sir Leanor Velaryon and now Viserra was wearing it to marry their son.

As the ceremony progressed Viserra and Jacaerys couldn't keep their eyes off each other they had this magnetic pull between them in was almost unbearable being so close but so far away once the ceremony had concluded Jacaerys impatiently shared a tender kiss with his new wife and she returned his affections deepening the kiss as the guests cheered at the union.

Jacaerys and Viserra made there way to the banquet hall where they spent the rest of the evening dancing and gazing into each other eyes lovingly until it was time to retire for the night, Jacaerys held her hand gently as he guided her down the corridor to there marriage chambers thankfully there would be no bedding ceremony as both Jacaerys and his mother Rhaenyra had thought it was an outdated and unnecessary tradition.

They were both nervous and excited to spend the night as a married couple, as they entered their rooms Jacaerys helped Viserra change into her night dress and she did the same for him but they were interrupted by Viserra gently kissing him on the cheek.

“My beloved, are you tired?” Jacaerys asked in a soft caring tone, as he rubbed her cheek.

She smiled as she spoke “I believe the excitements of the day was too much for me in my condition.”

Jacaerys smiled as his hand gently caressed her stomach while it was still flat he knew that his child was growing within, “Well then shall we retire to bed?”

“I believe we shall.” she said as her hand grasped Jacaerys’ as he kissed her and then led her to bed as they laid together and gently drifted off to sleep, his arm tightly wrapped around her and their babe.

With a sudden gasp Viserra awoke quickly causing Aemond to look over cautiously from his side of the marriage bed. When she saw him she couldn't help but start to softly cry, this made Aemond whisper “Shh. Sweet one.” as he pulled her into a tight hug “it will be alright, it was just a nightmare, it's over now.”

“It wasn't a nightmare…” Viserra said into his chest as she cried.

“What was it then?” He asked rather puzzled.

“A dream….a very nice dream.” She said as she sniffled trying to compose herself.

“Tell me Sweetling.” He cooed as he rubbed her back.

“I do not wish to, please.” she begged as her tears soaked into his sleepshirt.

It was quiet for a moment before he flatly asked “You dream of him even now?"

Viserra looked at him unable to make out his expression in the dark but she could feel his body tense up. “I did not wish to dream of him!” She cried out.

He let out a disgruntled noise as he shoved her away from him, he turned away from her and dangled his feet over the edge of the bed, she grabbed onto his shoulder and begged him “Aemond, please don't go!”.

He ripped himself out of her grasp and shouted “I cannot share a bed with a woman who dreams of a man other than her husband!” He then stood up and stormed out to his old bedchambers leaving Viserra all alone with no one but the babe in her belly for company as she cried herself to sleep.

[vicekings]

as previously promised! i made two drak pack OCs so I could play around with the hanna barbera style. fun kit fact: hanna barbera was the first cartoon style i ever attempted to emulate as a kid!

anywhomst. on the left we have Selena Belmont, up-and-coming inventor and go-getter who’s determined to dethrone Dr Dred if it’s the last thing she does. on the right we have Jaime Van Helsing, grandson of the great Professor Abraham Van Helsing & a junior vampire hunter.

They’ve got a tentative friendship with the Drak Pack- much to the disapproval of their monster hunter parents, and the amusement of Abraham and Drac Sr

as a bonus: a closeup on jaime’s pins

[writingutensilthief]

In a Mood

Summary: Dr. Dred decides to check in on one of his rivals in an attempt to feel superior to someone. Or, Eve L. Scientist's evening is about to get even more irritating. An OC-focused Drak Pack one-shot. Word count: 1,696

The battered Dredgible returned to Drednought Island after another failed outing. At landing its door fell off the hinges, saving Dr. Dred the hassle of kicking it down himself.

"Have the Dredgible fixed before I get back," Dr. Dred snapped to his underlings, "Or you'll-. I'll-. Forget it!". He waved them off and then stormed inside.

He went straight into the monitor room and up to the giant screen, jabbing a finger towards his reflection. "Dr. Dred is not a failure!" he declared. "My inventions are the vilest things in the field of villainy! My intellectual inferiors beg to be as successful as me! I could look at any of them right now and see their failures firsthand-!"

He paused for a second and then smirked.

Dr. Dred turned on the monitor and accessed the internal video system he had installed in it. Skipping over his usual cameras in Pack Headquarters and Count Dracula's tomb, he started flipping through the ones he had placed where rival scientists and inventors resided. Certainly, he reasoned to himself, someone was currently failing in their plans and could give him a much-needed laugh.

Eve L. Scientist was indeed having a rough evening.

She stood in her greenhouse lab, a scowl on her face and a pounding in her head. She had planned for a simple test - to see if an altered ray gun could send her controlling pollen a farther distance than her own touch could - and had planned for it well. She had picked an older ray gun model so her daughter would have prior experience with it. She had set up the machine in the middle of the lab so it could reach as many plants as possible. And as she knew would happen, the neighbor girl had shown up that afternoon and made herself a target for it.

She had not accounted for the ray gun backfiring the moment the trigger was pulled, sending her daughter and the neighbor girl stumbling backwards and scattering the pollen everywhere.

Eve held up her hand, signaling her desire to skip straight to the results section of the experiment. She tried not to let the crashing noises her hyper-pollenated helper vines were making annoy her further.

One of the helper vines was finally able to find the tape recorder and dropped it into Eve's hand.

She immediately started the tape. "This is Eve L. Scientist. It is approximately six forty-five in the evening of the fourteenth of January, nineteen-"

Loud blaring noises from her computer, followed by smacks from the helper vines trying to turn the machine off, interrupted her. She pinched the bridge of her nose and dismissed it as her plants still acting up.

"Today's test resulted in an unexpectedly quick failure," she continued, "as the altered ray gun exploded the moment the trigger was pulled. It would be both unnecessary and unwise to continue putting resources towards this ray gun design, so I have decided to declare it a failure and use a different design going forward. I will need to investigate further to see if it was pure mechanical mistakes or if user error was also involved."

Eve took a second to sigh and shake her head, trying to regain some composure. She then straightened herself back out. "In terms of positive results, the controlling pollen was successful in enhancing the plants capabilities, but perhaps to a level that would be difficult to maintain. My helper vines are working to assist me with limited prompting. Further-."

Her eyes scanned over the rest of the chaos in front of her, landing on her daughter first. "The defensive plants went to work without any input from me-"

Maddie appreciated the aloe plants that came to cushion her fall and attend to the scrapes she got from the explosion, but the ones that attached to her skeletal leg and fingers made her shake and fuss in frustration.

"And the offensive ones have done the same," Eve continued, her eyes now on the neighbor girl.

Rita dodged one of the pouncing ivies and lead the rest into the room's water feature, then patiently waited for the plants to float back to the top waterlogged.

"Unfortunately, the increased amount of pollen has not seemed to increase the intelligence the plants display."

"A lack of intelligence is be expected, Evie!" a voice rang out from behind her, followed by an obnoxious cackle. "They're your plants!"

Eve shut off her tape recorder and whirled around to see who interrupted her.

Dr. Dred's face filed the screen, laughing at her. "Nothing like watching someone completely and utterly fail to improve your mood."

He pulled back from the screen to reveal that he had pulled up a chair to watch the chaos unfold, his mood improved so much that he decided to lean back in it and prop up his feet for an extra level of disrespect. "I must say, the suffering children is a nice touch."

Rita had gone back to help the still-struggling Maddie get the excess aloe plants off her, but a new wave of ivy sent her back to the water.

Eve put the tape recorder in her pocket, thought to herself how this situation was having the opposite effect on her mood, and then finally responded to his initial comments.

"My plants have greater intelligence than the creatures you associate with. And that's Eve to you, Mister Dred."

"That's Doctor Dred to you!"

"I do not acknowledge fake doctorates."

"The fool that paid for hers wouldn't."

Eve already felt the conversation exhausting her. "For what do I owe the displeasure, Dred?" she sighed.

"Oh, is your hearing failing too?" Dr. Dred's smugness grew. "I'm here to see your frustration firsthand! To delight in your defeat! To bask the in glory of being superior to someone-!"

"A rare experience for you I am sure," Eve interrupted, "and certainly not one that is occurring right now."

"Is it not?" Dr. Dred put his feet down and lead forwarded again, hoping that his grin was getting under her skin. "I see those little leaves of yours can't even turn off this screen."

A portion of the helper vines were indeed still fruitlessly smacking the computer, but the rest had returned to their resting positions awaiting instruction.

If Eve was paying proper attention, she would have stopped the conversation to record that the hyper-pollination was starting to wear off. But Dr. Dred and his self-satisfied grin was getting to her.

"They are trying to hide your hideous face."

"Flattery won't cover up your pathetic performance here," Dr. Dred mocked. "Why, you can't even make a ray gun work!" He then placed a hand on his cheek to feign sympathy. "You should have known a model like that would be futile to use. It's almost sad that you didn't."

"What is sad is that you do not understand the importance of experimentation," Eve snapped back. "A researcher with any level dignity would follow scientific protocols. But I suppose you do not have any of that, do you?"

Dr. Dred again leaned back in his chair. "Again with the flattery, Eve. I appreciate you trying to maintain my good mood."

Eve opened her mouth to retort, but then her self-awareness - and the pounding in her head - returned with a vengeance. She decided to take a breath to steady herself instead. This kind of banter was why she rarely conversed with her fellow villainous inventors.

But Dr. Dred lived for it. "Is there something you wanted to say?" he prodded. "Did you have retort that would get me to leave you alone to suffer your defeat in silence?"

Eve held her head for a minute to think, ignoring the snickering coming from Dr. Dred. She then looked directly at the monitor. "No. I just wanted to share a theory with you."

"To explain your failures?"

"To explain yours." Eve leaned forward and pointed a finger at the screen. "I theorize that the reason you do not adhere to scientific protocol is because you are too stupid and impulsive to do so. These impulses are why your inventions consistently get destroyed by a pack of children, and I hazard a guess that exact situation happened to put you in a bad mood enough to interrupt me."

Her comment earned Eve a glower from Dr. Dred, which she chose to take as her winning the bickering match. "You can ponder that as you get off my monitor."

She looked down to find the switch to turn off the computer, only to notice that her helper vines had finally dispersed. She turned to see if they went back to their resting positions, only to instead see her daughter and the neighbor girl watching her. She quickly deduced they had been waiting on her acknowledgment but was too embarrassed by them seeing her engaging in a petty squabble with her intellectual inferior to respond right away.

Ignoring the strange man on the screen that Ms. Scientist had been arguing with, Rita turned to Maddie. "Will I see you at school tomorrow?"

"No," Eve answered for her, trying to sound unfazed. "She will be home tomorrow working on new ray gun designs. And she will be spending the rest of this evening cleaning up the lab."

"Yes ma'am," Rita nodded politely. She took that as a cue she would be allowed to leave, but before going gave a sympathetic glance to Maddie. "I'll see you after school tomorrow, Maddie."

Maddie had also decided it was time to make her exit and went back towards the lab to begin her chores.

As the girls left Dr. Dred got the literal last laugh and finally disconnected from the computer, giving Eve the promised alone time.

Eve stood in silence for another minute, parsing through everything that had happened and letting her bruised ego simmer. Her mind eventually landed back onto the experiment, the failure that had started the evening off, getting her to fish the tape recorder back out of her pocket. She needed to finish her report.

"This is Eve L. Scientist. It is approximately seven fifteen in the evening-"

[sialaterornever]

hi my ocs are going to fight other people in my server's ocs in a secyman (sexyman but not) competition wish me good luck

also @mayalutara dred's gonna beat hr!maya's ass. or not. i have like 4 other ocs its fine. oh and sialazar better not lose to fucking. cathulu. i want a hr!sialazar v hr!nick/chaos round

[justaduckarts]

Heyyyyyy 🤠

This is honestly a stupid question and I don't know if anyone else has asked this but I'm just very curious. Does anyone cut Star Holder's hair? Or is it basically rapunzel style? I hope not. If the hair is cut, then who does it? Do they get someone with experience to come to the temple to cut it or is there someone inside the temple who is already experienced with that? Or do they even take the Star Holder out to cut their hair?

Hello!

So the Star Holder is still supposed to be the reader. I go out of my way to avoid physical descriptions of them as much as possible because I want people to be able to picture themself (or perhaps and OC) in the story. So the hairstyle is really up to you. It could be short, long, dreds, curls, shaved. Hell, it could be a mohawk. (Metal Star Holder...)

I do have an idea of what MY Star Holder looks like- this is probably my first fic where I haven't pictured myself in the driver's seat bfjbqgpirri And maybe someday I'll show y'all :0

But to answer your question, before the Star Holder left the temple they had one of the maids cut their hair.

Post temple, I imagine SH would go to a barber or get it done by a good friend.

Hope this helps!

[warhorns]

🍆🍪🍕 for Eial!

@mystery-salad

THANK YOU!!! So excited to talk about this guy (prompts here btw if anyone else feels like throwing some out there)

Does your OC have any favourite form of affection, physical or otherwise?

Eial is a little stand-offish about physical affection coming from most people he knows except his very own fellow rat (a human but he calls him a rat,) Chaz. He thinks it's cute when he grabs his ears.

What is something that's sentimental to you OC?

It didn't start out as sentimental for either of them, just Chaz handing Eial something to pull his dreds back with, but the fabric scrap found its way into his everyday wardrobe. Even when he changes things up, he can't really bring himself to get rid of it. It's the first thing he gave him!

How does an OC spend a lazy day?

Eial likes alone time, I think days he spends not being cooped up in a lab he's usually out exploring the locale his work with The Pact and Dragonswatch has brought him to. Elona is by far his favorite, think he doesn't really want to leave.