#oc lumps

[deeva-arud]

A considerable amount of makeup was used to cover Deeva's freckles and face marks, and Cater also had to use magic to make her clothes his size. They did this as a joke, but they sure were committed to it! 💪

Original style swap challenge by @ashipiko ! (see her post here!!) If anyone wants to give it a try, go ahead, it's really fun!!! <3

[itsquakey]

Mother hen sitting on her chicks

[feng-shui71]

Ok im done w the adventure time x re oc shit LOL I swear there’s just too many comic bit opportunities

[jazeswhbhaven]

this image cracks me up so much because look at how r o u n d Ppyong is at this angle and his little butler suit. The Red Lump cafe featuring Ppyong as the fave, Jjyu being the cook, Jjok being the cashier, and my little Kumli being a maid if someone wants a female red lump <3

It would be cuteeeeeeee

[carrie-tate]

A little sketch comic with Ari! Yes!

I still remember my love for this show úwù

[mrrwsoup]

criminals

[protosymphonette]

courier oc stuff. gaaaaahhhh ouuggghh

[daftpatience]

i make an oc and then i make him shorter and fatter until he gets to me size and then im satisfied

[six-eyed-samurai]

Um art versus artist 🤩

[1nd1gnant]

[mewniemoon]

Wanted to post this one jan 1st but, heres an assortment of cotl related doodles over the past year and this hastilly finished wip. Heres to hoping 2025 doesnt suck <3

And heres a bunch on non cotl doodles I know nobody cares about lol

[bhiik]

Lumpdate

i have been working on redesigning Lump; my precious oc that spawned from getting a POTUS song stuck in my brain for a year. i wanted to make her cooler+hotter and i like how it came out! She's Ruth's oldest friend and former roommate/lover. She's a very powerful witch despite having no known patron or contract; perhaps she has some secrets even Ruth doesnt know? (im gonna post a nude ref after this and see if tumlr kills it)

[kawareo]

1 and 11 for the new Durgetash meme if you haven't had them already

1. What's Durges creation myth? Not the 'and then there was a gore baby'. Give me the details, what did Bhaal actually do for Durge to torment Toril in a few years?

Bhaal sliced his own belly open and molded Durge out of the flesh and guts that fell out of him. Shaped it until it resembled a baby and opened its eyes. I like to think that Sceleritas came to life then for the first time to pick up the child and wrap it in a red cloth that later became the Deathstalker Mantle

It was an unholy ceremony that left no survivors but Echoes of previous Bhaalspawn to tell the tales of it, and also the last time Bhaal has materialized in Fae'run. It brought upon a series of murders and people going insane if they wondered into the woods where the temple in which the ceremony happened was, some say it still can happen to random travelers but at this point it is considered just a legend.

11. What portfolio would they have claimed if they ever got to ascend? Would they simply usurp the current dead three or ascend and claim an unrelated portfolio of their own? What's going on there?

Oh they would take over their respective gods' portfolios! And would probably use them better tbh, Strike doesn't mind submitting himself willingly, at least not to Gortash, so they could have a much better Tyrant/Tyrant's Blade relationship than Bane and Bhaal ever had.

Or at least that's what Gortash tells himself when he is sure Bane can't hear him.

[jazeswhbhaven]

Introducing Kumli💕: My Red Lump OC

Here she is y'all!

I worked on her before I got sick, and I like her design a lot! So here's a few things about her <3

Kumli is part red lump, like Jjok! However, when in her humanesque form, she prefers to keep her beautiful crimson skintone because Asmo compliments it a lot.

Just as Ppyong, Jjok, and Jjyu hang around their respected devils, Kumli does too! She hovers around Asmo when he returns from Earth, and when he's away she stays around Phenix who watches her and adores her ^^ Abaddon devils like Kumli in either form but they only intimately engage with her when she's not in her red lump form.

What's her kink?

Gold. She also seems to be really into Mammon 💀 She says his chest looks nice to lay in and she hopes that one day His Majesty Asmodeus will let her stay in Tartaros for more than a few minutes. She's not exactly banned or anything, it's just...with her kink she looses her sense of focus and self and this causes the devils of Tartaros to flock to her and give her more golden trinkets to hear her happily chirp, cry, and moan because it "sounds absolutely cute"

If she's only part red lump, what's the other?

just regular ol' devil ^^, she was created back when Lilith was still around because Asmo requested for his own little red lump because he finds them "cute" as companions.

Is she aware of her other family?

She knows she has cousins and actually has met Jjok before! She needed to visit Paradise Lost because she got sick and only Lucifer could see what was wrong with her. They got along just fine and she calls him her older brother. She thinks it's funny that he pisses himself and often scares him because of it when she's around him.

Does she help with battles and other things like the nobles of Abaddon?

She can absolutely, as she's quite powerful in her second form. However, Asmodeus prefers she doesn't until she's actually needed.

Okay here's the real question, does she get f r e a k y?

Well, yes! She is very selective though, unlike most of Abaddon, and her attraction works differently. In order to sleep with her, a devil must give her a gold item. That gets them 30 seconds of her time though and if they don't finish before hand, too bad.

If the devil is a native of Tartaros she's more inclined to give them more attention. A full lovely minute 💀💀

The only devil she truly has a lot of play time with is Phenix tbh.

What's her relationship with Asmo though?

Asmo may have an over abundance of sexual desire, however he and Kumli only ever show romantic/platonic affection such as him giving her praises, golden items from Earth, and butterfly kisses. As a red lump she likes burying herself in his hair and hiding there, and in her second form she runs around with her carrying his long hair that trails behind him. She does give him a love bite or two out of just showing affection. She admires her King and loves how he compliments her eye, saying that's the best feature in her design because he knows how self conscious she is about it because everyone around her mostly has two or multiple eyes. When he has meetings with the other kings, she doesn't come along because he doesn't want Mammon to take her from him (oddly yes he is possessive of Kumli! She's his red lump companion)

What about her relationship with Ronove and Dantalian?

Ro prefers her red lump self because he can pet her affectionately and call her cute names. Dan likes her second form because he feels she can help him antagonize angels more that way and she punches him better in that form (true story)

How would she react to MC?

She would request MC to give her a gold item as a joke, but she's very friendly. Knowing that MC owns Mammon though, Kumli is curious and wonders if that means Mammon would hang around a lot because of this. Yes, yes she can be mischievous but it's only because she wants to be in Tartaros s o badly because of all the gold lol.

How do the other kings react to her?

Lucifer has met her before and is neutral about her existence. She entertains Jjok and that's enough for him to think she's okay.

Mammon finds her interesting because of her kink for Gold. In fact, he wants to keep her as a pet because of that thinking she'd be great in keeping track of all his treasures.

Leviathan does not like her only because she belongs to Asmodeus. He also thinks her second form has too little clothing and draws too much attention so he's annoyed if he even has to see her or hear about her.

Belphegor? Well he's asleep most of the time, Beleth is really the one that runs into her and he finds her adorable. Too bad Kumli bites Beleth everytime he comes around her. No one is sure why she does it.

Satan likes Kumli despite her being affliated with Asmo. He says that shes one of the many red lumps he wouldn't kick around because she seems "badass". Plus he likes that she causes trouble as he finds it amusing.

That's it for now! Let me know if there's any other things you'd like to know about her! A couple of friends gave me these questions to answer to help talk about her here so feel free <3

[xiphactinusfish]

Artfight attack for @monsoon-of-art

[grimicarus]

More pre-polyamory Xaden/Violet/Reader

Not quite sure how I feel abt this one ngl, but I just wanted to get it out so I could move onto another bit. Enjoy ☺️

Bloody violent screaming marked the last few minutes hours before you closed your eyes, shucking off the mortal coil and discarding your earthly form for the final time.

Wind, wet humid air, and pretty hazel eyes mark your return. A ragged inhale wrenches through your lungs, and a melodic voice asks, “Are you okay?”

An angel, sent from heaven, directed to guide you past the pearly gates. Didn’t you know you were damned to hell? And it takes you a moment before you remember how to speak, stammering and stumbling through the words, a thick accent coiling over your tongue like black oil.

And you see it right away. Almost instantaneously, you spot the little head tilt, the imperceptible furrow of a brow as this tiny thing tries to place your accent.

“Jus’ a bit winded, go on luv.” You excuse, straining a smile and nodding her on. You’re in a line of people, all climbing up a massive set of stairs, and you fall into line easily.

Your first action after dying is falling into line behind her.

It must be fate, mustn’t it? And it’s only solidified in the back of your head when this little creature swaps a boot with another, rattling off something about grip. You’d like to grip her properly, round the hips and hunched over her back like the filthy dog you are. Really, who could blame you? It’s been so long since you’ve met anyone soft enough to help someone else survive.

You take to this lovely flower like a dog to water. She comes up to half your chest, and your twice as wide as she is, all thick bulk and muscle, a body honed into weapon over years of training. She has the body you used to dream of having, slight and thin, and your hands could fit nearly around her waist if she’d let you. Especially over that leather corset that cinched her in just so.

Keeping an ear out for the voices around you, it doesn’t take long to understand why she’d tilted her head like a curious bird at your voice. All these people had the same accent, with only the slightest differences between them. If you were the chatty kind, you’d rattle off something cheesy, like ‘we’re not in Kansas anymore’.

You’re not the chatty kind.

At the top of the stairs, you meet the man who’d rock your world. Who you’d one day let in between your thighs, who you’d teach how to fuck you good and proper. Who you’d fuck, good and proper, and who you’d teach when to lie down and take it like a good boy. After all, who says dogs can’t teach? You’d spent so long learning how to obey, isn’t it your turn to pass on a few lessons?

But for now, he’s just a man. One with a swirling tattoo creeping up his jaw and dark eyes and dark hair, who narrows his eyes at your little flower once the word ‘Sorrengail’ sneaks out the lips of the woman in front of you.

It takes you a split second to decide you’ll be the one to kill this man, this danger to the first creature who’d treated a beast like you with kindness in decades a long time. Didn’t he know not to threaten a rabid dog’s master?

It’s when the person at a roll of paper asks your name that you flounder. Not visibly- gods no- but it’s enough to give you pause before you tentatively offer up a name on a platter. Later you’ll realize how grave this decision was, how important, but for now you flicker between a few aliases before landing on your most recent.

It costs you another moment to mimic the accent of the people around you. To flatten out the consonants, to curl your r’s and pronounce all your letter’s, instead of slinging half pronounced words that are good enough for you. Better to fit in until you can plot the lay of the land.

Hopping up onto the stone parapet pulls you away from your little flower too soon, but you can’t risk catching attention so soon. Especially not from the narrowing inky eyes of the man who matched your height but not your broad bulk. Crossing is easy; even when the wind picks up and buffets your light pack when did you pick up a pack slung over your shoulders.

The woman in front of you starts to slip, and you don’t even think before you grab her by the arm and stabilize her. It wouldn’t do for your flower to lose a boot.

“Watch yourself.” You grunt, nodding her forward and following at an even distance. You can distantly hear the words spoken by the tattooed man behind you and it has you looking over your shoulder, narrowing your eyes at the edges of the vowels that scrape against your ears like rust before your flower hops up after you.

It isn’t until you reach the other side, turning to watch her fluttering across the parapet that you realize this is no flower. No, this creature flying across the stone from a threat who came up to your chin, you’ll find pleasure in ripping his spine through his back and twisting it into knots, and grabbing him by the balls is more than a flower. No, only birds could fly like that, and birds had such a merciless presence under their harmless appearance. Violet Sorrengail was no flower, she was a pitohui. Her wings may be clipped, pinned to her sides and trapped, but she was no less dangerous for it.

Your pretty bird.

She didn’t know it yet, but she had caught the eye of a hound. She had offered a scrap of kindness, and gained the attentions of a slavering beast, one who’d rip through tendon and sinew to serve her every whim. You were hers now.

Maybe this second life thing wasn’t such a bad deal after all.