#oc silk

[lydia-too-late]

BIG fangirl energy over here for @silkenred's Silk, the sweetest, most feral shovelhead I ever did meet. Such a treat to have them for my painting practice.

[stellarluck]

Some sketches

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[harbors-heart]

Silk is so prettyyyyyyy

Silk is shared custody with @mordo-draws

[wombywoo]

heart-throb 🫀

[lydia-too-late]

(Another) Desert Vignette

Tula is looking up at the sky, squinting at the stars through tissue-paper clouds, the atmosphere gone faint hellfire above the distant city lights, a rolling-Earth harbinger of terrible orange-red. One may think the wildfires won. One may think of calamity. One may think: Three hours until certain death.

The suburbs dissolve beneath their feet as they venture farther from San Narciso. Out here, the scrubby hills and city repose together on the landscape. Slums somewhere, too, sloughing off the edges of everything.

"We could just run." Silk scuffs their boots. They inhale just to snort. "Hay unos veinte kilómetros, algo así. Maybe we even make it back." A leathersounding shrug. "That's a joke."​

In the moonlight, Silk's lashes cast heavy shadows over their eyes. She follows the darkness to the hollow beneath their cheekbones, between their parted lips, behind their tongue. She touches the bite marks on her wrists. Red, raw and open, glistening, but they don't bleed. They don't hurt.

The desert is always half dream. In the distance, a coyote screams into the night's silence and rouses a chorus, offering their unearthly din to the moon's slow descent. She's seen Luna there before: the tall, whip-thin silhouette on a distant hill, surrounded by her pack. But not tonight. We could just run. One of Tula's fingertips presses into her wound, splitting it obscenely open. It does not bleed, but it hurts.

(She shrugs, not-quite-smiling. "I'm sure there's a car trunk somewhere along the way…")

Her throat feels tight. She lifts her wrist to her lips, tonguing the puncture like a child, an animal. The warm, saltmetal taste sits on the tip of her tongue.

Silk is looking at her, all sleepy eyes and strange, hard beauty. Tula is looking at them too, eyes wide and rich-girl hungry above her wrist. Their jacket has fallen open, framing a starved waist and soft hips. The bones of their sternum between the halter's illusion of breasts. The excruciating shadow of hair trailing several inches below their navel. The profanity of their shorts, the way they pull tight around their hips and thighs. She wants to push them down to the ground. Make them say her name. Make them moan her name. Make them say it, say it…

Tula jerks herself back; her wrist falls away guiltily. "Just hungry," she dismisses the moment, shrugging like Silk shrugged, her shame hidden with a scowl. They could never outrun it, neither one of them.

[chocodile]

A wizard can be anything, you know.

[milkyblocky]

and heres cure silk with her friends, cure ripple (green) and cure cattleya (purple)! i tried to emulate the style of official precure renders

[lydia-too-late]

Pros: power

Cons: now you’re in love with their ex

"Kill them with kindness <3" WRONG. Diablerie 🧛🏼‍♂️🍽🧛🏻

[rainbow-neko-artblog]

creechur meet clown

[ibunyang]

decided to color these doodles before i posted them...weehehe once again...my version of mc for the wonderful fic by @megamegan213 https://archiveofourown.org/series/3972631

[whirlwindwonderland]

Scrolling through the Slay the Princess tag, I saw @bubblybloob's Fae Princess route idea and I thought it was real neat, so I decided to doodle up a fake screencap to try and mimic the game style. Good way to kill a morning!

[lydia-too-late]

How has the Lasombra clan curse been for Tula? Does she miss technology or has it not been too bad going without phones and computers and etc? How does she get herself presentable when she needs to?

Ahhh, thanks so much for asking!

It’s not not awful, hahaha. There’s a lot of facets to this particular bane — the logistical limitations of inaccessible technology, the constant danger of breaching the masquerade, and the lack of ability to ever see oneself — and she struggles with ALL of them. It’s terrific fun to play and write though; one of the first things @silkenred and I established for this story chronicle is that we love chaos and hardship because it’s SUCH fertile ground for creativity. 

So, logistically, this bane is far more manageable with resources, something which sweet Tula is notably lacking, bless her heart. When she was first turned, her Sire, as a means of control, was a source of resources, but did not provide her with resources of her own. For example, Evelyn’s ghouls attended to her grooming and small necessary tech tasks, but Evelyn did not teach her how to make her own ghouls. To this day, she has a general idea of how it’s done, but she’s not keen on the specifics and she’s never attempted it herself. Navigating unlife independently, the bane is a constant problem. Hard to find a source of income/job that requires no technology (the only reason she managed as a bartender Otros was because her boss Sal is a ghoul (to a local baron) who Knows What’s Up). Hard to make lasting connections when you can’t be easily connected-to. Hard to keep up the guise of normality when you’re completely disconnected from most media and culture. And when she was migrating cross-country? She had to use PAPER MAPS, for fuck’s sake.

I don’t think Tula is necessarily ethically-opposed to ghouls, but she doesn’t have a strong desire for one, even if they’d make her life easier. While she was more transient, it seemed like a liability more than anything else: too much joint dependency and unwelcome company. Now that she’s been in Las Alturas for several months and is establishing something akin to stability, the part of her that wrangles with her own monstrosity knows that things shouldn’t be easy for her. She should be alone, hidden away: she does not belong in this world. Hooking up with Silk — and finding a place to belong — began to heal that, but then she confessed all the Luna stuff and they parted ways (in a scene that may or may not have included a gun in her mouth and to Silk’s head).  It’ll be interesting to see where she goes from here.

I think not being able to see herself, being instead faced with a profoundly obscured reflection, is psychologically the most difficult aspect for her. It creates a significant disconnect with herself, and a block to her interactions with others. She has a sense that her appearance has changed as a kindred, but she doesn’t know how. She doesn’t know what other people see when they look at her and can’t let go of the fear that it’s becoming monstrous or strange or just not Her. Since diablerizing Luna, she’s been dogged by the terrifying possibility that she’s turning into Luna, both internally and externally. Ironically, the only glimpse of herself she’s gotten since her embrace is from Luna’s memories: the vision of her own snarling face in the moments before she went in for the kill. It’s not exactly flattering.

So, in short, she’s Not Doing Great and could probably stand to talk to someone about it. Unfortunately, she can’t contact a therapist and she’d probably end up eating them anyway.

Not showing up on a security camera, though? That's fucking great.

Thanks so much for giving me the opportunity to blab about some of Tula’s many hang-ups!

[sothequeensays]

The child stresses one thing: that the Pale King failed to create even a single truly hollow vessel

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[maple-and-pie]

Couple of my OCs

[rainbow-neko-artblog]

Just realized i never posted the full reference i made of my creepypasta oc-

This is Silk Cacoon, or just Silk. Primarily based on creature-like creepypastas like The Rake and Smiledog.

They are the kid of an etymologist who truly believed in the existance of the fae- and in his desperation turned his only child into the approximation of one using fucked up bug science. But i do genuinely mean approximation as in like- they follow some rules that fae follow but not all of them- and some are just entirely specific to Silk since they were made using BUGS and not actual fae.

They can't kill or eat people they don't know the name of (So i wouldn't suggest offering them random humans as gifts)- but theyre also much more creature then human at this point and don't really have a say in if they attack someone they know the name of, it'll probably depend on if you made a good impression. Other than humans they can also eat sweets and unprocessed foods like fruits and herbs from the forest.

Ways you can tell if theyre nearby are: unexplained lights in the forest, an increase to a deafening degree of cricket noises, and increase of bug swarms (specifically moths), and an increase of giant spider webs.

[milkyblocky]

cure silk and cure ripple's power-up form, imago mode! i want it to look like a natural evolution of their base form since the imago form represents the final stage of an insect's metamorphosis