#oc interactions!

[iswallowedmouthwash]

ALL ABOUT MITTENS

Mittens is merely just a regular kitty cat that just has nowhere to go

She occasionally stumbles upon an ice cream truck that you’ve probably seen only once or twice with the wacko weirdy flower sailor with an apron selling the 🍧ice🍦cream🍨

She once snuck her way in and found a wee wittle Scarecrow boy and since then she looks forward to seeing that ice cream truck pass by her old house every now and then ! ! ! :3

she acquired a friend that day ( =^• w •^= )

Her timeout room gets oh so lonely and quiet it leaves her alone with her thoughts for to long it’s important not to lock her in there for t more than an hour or she won’t be able to sleep for a while </3

All the extra facts about Mittens can be found on the StrawPage!!! (Will be updated often) https://mittensmttnsmittens.straw.page

[kenchann]

some lil bits of aces dream that i like

[shandzii]

assorted ocean idiots doodles in the middle of the rot asdfghjk

[blackkatdraws2]

[Toon x Mobster] I felt like rendering these two Toons

referenced art by @liminal-spaced-out Kind of tweaking out over the fact that Jack actually looks like his age (late 30s) in this drawing 😊

It's interesting watching people add their own pizzazz or headcanons on my characters. As for its accuracy, who cares. As long as it's respectful, then it's all for fun anyway.

[palettepainter]

Still tryna figure out how I draw him, I think I draw his legs too big and his neck too long but either way, he's fun to doodle!

[tsuutarr]

Yandere!Hero (Chosen One) x Saint!Reader

Being the Hero – the Chosen One – means that the world’s fate is on Elias’ shoulders. He’s long since forgotten how to live for himself, his life belonging to everyone but him. He’s merely a puppet that’s being strung along by the world for the sole purpose of saving it.

At first, he was honored to be chosen as the Hero – it’s a privilege most don’t get. But everyone expects too much – everything – from him. His life is carefully shaped into what others want of him, people only looking at his role and not him as a person.

Now, he fights and saves people due to duty, not desire. There is no sparkle of pride when he helps villagers. Instead, all that is left is another thing checked off of his mental checklist. Now, he just wants to rest. He just wants things to be over.

So that’s why he despised the idea that some Saint from the Church would be his “helper.” Traveling with someone else is only going to slow him down. Not to mention the fact that he doubts the Saint has ever seen bloodshed and disease like he has.

But when he actually meets and travels with you, the Saint, he realizes that you’re actually not that bad. You’re actually kind of nice. He’d expected you to turn your nose at the commoner population, refusing to heal them, but you actively seek them out to help. You’re kind and gentle, but headstrong. Even when you’re visibly exhausted, you do your best to keep going. 

It’s… kind of impressive, actually. He had misjudged you, perhaps.

Even now, you’re helping the knights that were attacked by bandits (which Elias had vanquished), healing not only their bodies but their souls, too. He can’t help but look at you, a raw beacon of kindness that he hasn’t seen before in his travels. 

Once you’re done healing the knights, you look up at him, before a gasp escapes your lips. “Elias!”

He blinks at you, curiously.

“You’re bleeding!”

“Ah.” Elias looks down at his hand, blood dripping down his fingers. He had instinctively grabbed a knife by the blade earlier because he wouldn’t have been able to dodge it in time. “This is nothing.”

“Oh, shush!” you say, approaching him. You push him towards a tree stump, forcing him to sit, which he allows. Carefully, you take his hand in yours, frown deep set on your mouth. Your hand is so warm that it makes his heart burn.

“You’re tired,” he states, bluntly. He doesn’t tug his hand out of yours. “You’ve healed too many people.”

“I can–”

“No.” He shakes his head. “Rest for now, Saint. I am fine.” And he’s right – he’s the Hero, after all. His wounds heal much faster and better than a normal human being. He doesn’t necessarily need your healing.

“Still,” you murmur, looking up at him. “Can I at least clean and bandage it?”

It’s pointless, really, but Elias says, “Do what you want.”

So you do. You disinfect and clean his wound, before carefully wrapping his hand with bandages. For some reason, his heart squeezes painfully as he watches you tend to him so gently. He doesn’t remember if anyone’s ever treated him this kindly.

“There.” You look proud of yourself. It’s kind of cute.

“You didn’t have to,” he mutters without really thinking about it.

You give him a smile that makes his brain stop. “I wanted to. I want to support you.”

For some reason, your words almost make him want to cry. He’s not sure why – he’s seen so much death and destruction to the point that his emotions have become numb. Yet, you bring flickers of his feelings back to him – happiness, sadness, anger, love. 

You make him feel like he has an existence beyond just being the Hero. You make him feel human.

So, how can he let you go? He can’t – and he’ll do everything he can to make you his. Even if it means he has to destroy the world.

[cy-cyborg]

Just a reminder that unless your amputee character lost their limb less than a month ago, their stumps don't need to be bandaged.

[iswallowedmouthwash]

Hiii :3

Can you draw Mitten and Mew (or just Mitten getting revenge on Nyen for bullying Mitten

:>

They were playing poker at some point and then they got confused :3

[lydiaalin]

melisande valk, sanctioned psyker/ inquisitorial acolyte 🤙

[minthe-drawings]

"Darling!✨"

[tsmaddie1356]

do u think I look fuckable? 😇

[choccy-milky]

seb and clora working on baby #1 👶 🔞🔞!! NSFW !!🔞🔞

[poipiku]

[twitter]

[kociamieta]

i made a little interactive story about a spaceship and its passenger, you can read it here: passenger9027 ^_^

[harriertail]

the current erin team couldn't write the prophecies begin

[mikdoodles]

my og pookie 🖤

a little sketch page because i missed him