#oc mite

[ralts-quartz]

Finally finished! :3

[puzzleddonkey]

Bastard

[toad-in-a-trenchcoat]

@youmboom ‘s beautiful butcher and her yappy purse-dog of a boyfriend

moon mites by @puzzleddonkey

[edspear]

A quick animation of @littjara-mirrorlake's frankly adorable Pawbo.

Again something for artfight 2024

[xxundeadfanboixx]

Dust Mite is also American, and like Sparrow, also spent most of their years growing up on the land of the red, white and blue. However, due to a speech impediment that they have that gives them a lisp, they've got an accent that can be mistaken for a few different things. One of those being a British accent. However, not quite.

When he speaks to the team, sure he sounds normal enough to them, but there's still just something slightly off with how he pronounces his words that makes it not sound just right.

"Why'd you sound like that?" Ghost interrupts Dust Mite's ramblings about something or another. Ghost wasn't really paying attention. More focused on the way the janitor said their words rather than what those words actually were saying.

Dust Mite tilts their head in that signature way that reminds Ghost of a mutt. Brows a bit darker than their light-ashy blond hair knit together with a look of confusion. And an unsure smile pulls at their chapped and chewed on lips. "What?"

"The way you speak, it's weird." Ghost bluntly repeats himself. Even having the gall to sound slightly annoyed with the fact that he's having to repeat himself.

He feels like he was punched in the gut when a look of discomfort flashes across Dust Mite's face. But as soon as it was there, it was gone. Replaced by their usual easy going grin, and a nonchalant shrug of their shoulders. Their gray eyes looking away from where Ghost stood leaning against a wall to instead look down at their scuffed up sneakers.

"Ah, that. No'fing interesting or anything. Just a stupid speech impediment, tongue tied." Dust Mite explains. Trying to laugh it off but it sounds dry and makes Ghost's hands itch. He suddenly felt like he needed to punch something. Or someone.

Now that Ghost knew, it was like he couldn't no longer not notice it. As Dust Mite continued to explain, going on to make a soft joke about how they had hoped therapy had finally fixed him right up and that maybe they should sign back up for classes, Ghost noticed the little extra effort that was being put into some words. Especially the 'r's and 'th's.

Dust Mite fidgets, and not in their usual way, before pushing themselves off of the wall. "I got wowk- fuck, work. I've got work." Something shined in their eyes as the light reflected off of them. Looking glossy. "I'll taw- talk to you later."

"Wait-" But they were gone. Ghost stared at where the janitor once stood beside him. Unsure of how to feel about the vulnerability he felt he had been unwillingly let in on. Like he had unceremoniously ripped away a bandage from a deep and still healing wound. He really wanted to punch something now.

[thingothango]

This is um… He doesnt got a name. So ima just call him Helicopter Mite for now, Heli for short

Heli is a moonmite carcass stuffed full of machinery, so basically think a reverse William Afton. Heli is loud, hyper, and is obviously good friends with Rodney 🙄 . He’s lightly based off of the Servoskull for 40k and collects data, they are capable of collecting voice recordings and uses those recordings to try and make up sentences for others to understand since Moonmite language is.. very difficult.

And as shown above, Heli is capable of removing their head and just flying around with their mechanical ears! Aint that cool and original?!

[localjanitorinyourvents]

why do i feel like you freaks are liking my posts about ghost for reasons other than why i'm posting them for...

[youmboom]

Jackie knows nothing about personal space,,, I absolutly loved Jackie's ( @puzzleddonkey ) and Timid's ( @popdotastro ) story I NEEDED to squeeze this idea out of my brain

(based on puzzledonkey's day 8 goretober lore <333)

Gonna also throw in my moon mite ocs!! No name for the butcher one yet

THIS ONE IS INCEL!! Since moonmites were so cute and all the rage in town, his owner hoped that having him would increase his chances of having girls over (it didnt). Unfortunately Incel started mimicking his owners abhorrent opinions and stereotypes of women which led to him being intensely bullied when he was finally returned to the moon cluster. He's a thief, an idiot, and generally sucks to be around. talks with a nerdish voice and a heavy lisp. all bark no bite

Incel was supposed to be a livestock mite chopped up for meat, but the butcher found him too skinny to be worthwhile. She thought he was cute enough to keep around, and now keeps him as an accessory.

Incel constantly yaps about how subservient/tradwife his 'girlfriend' is behind her back, but is TERRIFIED of her when she's around. The butcher doesn't have any romantic feelings towards the tiny bugger, or really any feelings towards him as a being.

I HAVE SHORT COMICS PLANNED FOR THEM WOOOO I'll work on them when my art stamina is refilled

(moon mite species by @puzzleddonkey !!!!!)

[axolodoll]

My oc Mite

[catastrophicarts]

lunch break

[ralts-quartz]

Day 15-21 of drawtober!

Posted earlier on Patreon

[puzzleddonkey]

Moon mite locomotion wip

[toad-in-a-trenchcoat]

Nya

Moon mites by @puzzleddonkey

[jasminem18]

Doodles i made not long ago but ye (sorry i keep not making actual full drawings , feeling unmotivated and .. eh)

Majin ver @bkchaos

Benny belongs to ItsMeEd_Boy

some doodles (that i saved ;v;) i did in a friend's straw page thing

[xxundeadfanboixx]

Not canon, but I had a health episode (sugar drop or whatever it is idk but it's icky and I hate it) and I am gonna make myself feel better by writing up some Dust Mite and Ghost comfort. Don't expect excellent writing, I'm still in recovery so my brain isn't all there and thinking is just giving me a migraine.

Ghost finds Dust Mite in an air vent. The air vents had been the first places he looked when he had begun his search, and it had only taken him so long to find them due to just how many air vents there were in the large military base. He'd lost count of how many he peeked into. Only stopping his search when he finally found what he was searching for.

His flashlight shines through the grates, and lines of light stretch across the curled up form of the janitor. As curled up as they could be within such a small space. Their head faced downwards, craned at an angle that couldn't be comfortable to hold, so that their forehead was resting against the cool metal plate beneath them. The cold did little to soothe them of their ailment.

"Pest?" It is only due to the fact that both are subconsciously aware that Dust Mite is in no state to notice, that softness finds its way into Ghost's tone.

The janitor tilts their head towards the entrance to the vent. Wanting to cry when the smallest movement brought a freshness to the vertigo that they were feeling. Their brain felt as if it was being rolled around in their skull, and they felt something heavy at the back of their throat.

"Dust Mite." Ghost tries again. Gently rapping his knuckles against the grate, and immediately stopping at the weak groan of pain that ripped itself from Dust Mite's throat.

"Ghost?"

"Aye, it's me, pest." Ghost fiddles with the screws to the grate, twisting them loose with clumsy too big fingers.

"Don't...I don't feel good." Dust Mite whimpers out. Blinking back tears that only worsen the migraine that is scratching at the back of their eyes.

"...I know, pet."

The grate comes free, and Ghost is quick to pull Dust Mite out from their hiding place. Being uncharacteristically careful as he pulls the janitor free, quietly apologizing and shushing them when they whimper. Ghost cradles them in his arms, moving their arms to wrap around his neck when they made no move to do it themselves. It must be worse than he thought.

"My room or yours?" Ghost asks even though he already knows the answer. He wasn't gonna let Dust Mite be anywhere but under his watch and care. But he can't help the comfort he feels when he hears the quiet "Yours." in response.

~•~

"Your hands still feel tingly?" Ghost asks as he holds an open jello fruit cup in one hand and a cold water bottle in the other. Staring down at the person curled up and nestled under his scratchy military issued blanket. He wished he had something better to offer.

Dust Mite makes a small noise of 'yes' at the back of their throat. Not moving from where they have laid for the past hour. Ghost grunts, and sits down on the edge of the bed.

"I'll feed ya then. I've got you some water too." This wasn't their first time doing this. And it probably won't be their last. "But I need ya to sit up." Ghost says more softly, already knowing what he is asking of the other. And as expected, the janitor whines and curls into themself a bit more. The thought of having to do anything except sleep far too unappealing to the sickly janitor.

Ghost sighs, carefully setting the snack and water bottle down on his lap so that neither would spill, before reaching over and situating Dust Mite himself. It felt like sitting up a doll.

Ghost picks up the jello cup first, picking up the shitty plastic spork, and angles his body to face them. "Open." Dust Mite's mouth falls open and Ghost carefully spoons some jello into their mouth. "Hoping the sugar will help." Ghost explains to the uncharacteristically wordless janitor.

He hated these moments. Hated how helpless he felt, how he was unable to do anything to help besides for the little that he does. Ghost wishes he could just make the janitor feel better, that he could just hold them in his arms and make it all better. But he can't. So instead he'll continue to moderate and care for Dust Mite until they're feeling better. And he'll be there to do it all over again when this eventually happens again.

[thingothango]

I thought moonmites (created by @puzzleddonkey ) were so cool and intriguing that well, couldn’t resist pouncing at the opportunity to do digital art for once!

This is Rodney. A pathetic paranoid cry baby. (He’s my favorite oc obviously 💖)

Was a livestock mite until the original got attached to his clone and viewed it as a son so safe to say he isn’t all in for cannibalism but sometimes, you just get the rumblies 🥩