#oc tag: kit

[blueporl]

decided to draw some of my splatoon ocs as kids!!

from left to right, it's Octaniel, Alex, and Kit. Kit is spiky because he's based off a Mosaic Octopus

[archfey-edda]

...I just needed a default color ref. Probably could have made it simpler.

Now, should I design them faces or just keep them always in masks?

[psygull-arts]

i have a bunch of sketches to clean up and post, but in the meantime i have assigned all the player characters in my delta green group fursonas. they are as follows: - Kit: kit fox - Emmett: snow goose - Bernice: sea otter - Cary: dog (Cane Corso) - Homer: golden eagle

bonus Indrid Cold fursona (naked mole rat):

[callmegaith]

Also more furry art that I forgot to post

[basket-of-cats-and-witches]

Nightmares

Just absolutely wholesome hurt/comfort fluff. I just needed something that made me feel gooey inside. It's only very vaguely suggestive, in the way that very casual intimacy is. It's not NSFW by any means.

In which Kit, my non MC, seeks comfort from her lover, Sylus.

Hope you enjoy, and please like or reblog if you did. It encourages me to write more💖

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It's five in the morning.

No, scratch that, six. Kit groans as she realizes another hour has passed without her noticing, tossing and turning in her bed just trying to sleep.

Images pass through her mind, reflections of what she saw in her dreams, things that forced her back to consciousness with a silent scream.

She'd been taught young not to make noise. It only causes more trouble for everyone else.

Still, this is ridiculous.

She gives up around seven AM. Her exhausted brain forces her to go to the nuclear option, and she slips out of bed, grabbing Faust and bringing the crow plushie with her.

Sylus's bedroom is dark when she pushes open the door. Mephisto isn't at his perch, probably kicked out for making too much noise.

She pads over the plush rug, towards the form underneath the covers. She clears her throat as she approaches.

“It's Kit, Sy.”

The form barely twitches. “I know.” His voice is husky and low, slurred with sleepiness. “C’mere.”

She pulls back the blankets, slipping underneath. Faust is set on the bedside table.

Strong arms wrap around her, pulling her into the crook of Sylus's body. His skin is heavenly warm, bare from head to toe.

The leader of Onychinus doesn't really need to worry about being dressed in bed, of course. Any idiot who tried to attack him like this would die before they even laid eyes on his form.

“You're warm,” he mumbles, seemingly echoing her thoughts. His hand slips under her sleeping shirt, palming at her chest absentmindedly. He just…holds her like that. Without expectation of anything more.

She nods. “I couldn't sleep.”

Lips press to the top of her head, and his hold squeezes in a gentle hug. “Nightmares?”

Placing her arms over his, she hums an affirmation.

His foot slides along her calf, leg pressing in between her thighs and thoroughly tangling the two of them. He is the world's sleepiest octopus, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

“It's okay,” he mumbles. “I'm here, love. I'll keep you safe.”

Her breath catches, heart swelling with a fondness that makes her ache. A simple slip of the tongue, a pet name uttered as he falls back asleep with her in his arms.

It's everything to her.

As she lies caged in his arms, she finds his accidental confession has chased away the darkened wisps of her mind.

Finally, she is safe.

Finally, she sleeps.

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

OC Familiar Quiz

tagged by: @deputy-morgan-malone @lilywatt @direwombat and @cloudofbutterflies92 (thank you all so much <3)

the quiz

Domestic Dog

The Dog familiar has always been known for its undying loyalty and selfless bravery to people. Just like this animal, you are very likely the best possible friend someone could have, and are always by their side through every situation. You never allow yourself to break a promise or commitment when you make it, and will give everything you have to protect the ones you love. However, be careful, as you could end up dragging yourself down into trouble if you trust too freely. A Dog familiar will loyally protect their master and loved ones, and will warn them of who and who not to trust. This familiar represents: Loyalty// Commitment// Trustworthiness// Protection// Bravery// Selflessness

Tiger

The Tiger, though very, very powerful, is a dangerous, mysterious, and unpredictable familiar. They are often the companion of one who has strong feelings of vengeance or hate to another person. However, you are most likely very independent and sure of who you are, and strive to be yourself and not conform to others. You are pushed through even the toughest of situations through willpower and wise decisions, if you are able to keep your feelings of anger in check. A Tiger familiar is a very strong, vicious partner in battle, helps their master through mental stress, and gives them the will to continue on. This familiar represents: Shadows// Willpower// Anger// Unpredictability// Mystery// Wisdom

tag list: @scentedcandleibex @la-grosse-patate @josephslittledeputy @damejudyhench @dickytwister

@jackiesarch @spookyrares @aceghosts @transcaster @afarcry5fromstraight

@shellibisshe @thedeadthree @gibson-girlboss @g0dspeeed @strafethesesinners

@confidentandgood @adelaidedrubman @harmonyowl @carlosoliveiraa @florbelles

@josephseedismyfather @inafieldofdaisies @cassietrn @tommyarashikage @finding-comfort-in-rain

@simplegenius042 @clicheantagonist @strangefable @imogenkol @roofgeese

@neonshrike

[berrybeanfoolery]

I'm tired- Take this fully squeezed Blossom kit.

[alilweirddragon]

have a bunch of oc animations i did recently. the catching one, charge attack, and the turn ones were referenced by others animations (one's from tumblr (@/lallelol) and the others are from tiktok (@hey_im_chillin and @/fruitycaramelos)) + the girl turning and little lion boy making biscuits belongs to a friend @/m_rzinspacceeeee

Ocs: Jade (snake demon) and Chen (bull demon), Kit (fox demon) and Xiao Dan (spider demon), Binglan (lion demon), Angela (human), Jiehong/Zimo (dragon demon thing idk lol), and Lixin (monkey demon)

[minobe-household]

just chibis for today

[blueporl]

i don’t usually do memes like this, but i decided to do @meruz's little Splatoon oc template meme for my boy Kit! plus a version for when he was briefly sanitized

you can find the meme for yourself here

[archfey-edda]

They're childhood friends.

[psygull-arts]

Odds are, you won't live to see tomorrow

Kit Pike is a golden boy FBI agent recently recruited to Delta Green, tasked with investigating the occurrences around Point Pleasant, West Virginia in November of 1966. He has a strict jogging schedule, an ankle gun, a repressed interest in musical theatre, and he's willing to die horribly in the defense of the local makeout point. For the good of America.

[kingmaxstatic]

Art dump of a next gen/future au I’ve been cooking for a while! Genuinely shocked I haven’t posted anything about it yet.

[basket-of-cats-and-witches]

Grief

Buckle down, this is a heavy one. I enjoy causing myself emotional pain, and this hurt/comfort fic is definitely it.

Featuring pre-relationship! Sylus and my OC Kit, regarding her past relationship with Caleb, her ex. Kit is NOT the MC (although Kiri, mentioned in this fic, is), but she is an assassin and Sylus's second in command. Ironically, this was established for me before I knew there were "assassin second in command" fics around.

Trigger warnings for this one: Grief, workplace abuse (not Onychinus, briefly mentioned in non-explicit detail), unintentional physical altercations, lack of eating due to grief. This is addressed and resolved in fic.

If you enjoyed this fic, please consider giving it a like or a reblog! It lets me know people like what I'm doing and encourages me to continue writing!

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The phone hits the floor, its screen shattering.

Kit is soon to follow, her knees giving out beneath her. She can hear Luke and Kieran speaking urgently to her, a voice on the other end of the call crackling out from the speaker, but it's all underwater. Muffled sound that should be words is nothing compared to the heart-rending cry that rips from her throat.

“No. No! Caleb!”

Kit doesn't leave her room for three days.

Later, she'll learn that no one thought to call her. The one who finally asked is River, part of the high school/university friend group who had witnessed the beginning and inevitable end of her relationship.

He's the one who broke the news.

Kit doesn't remember much from those three days. She doesn't eat, barely sleeps, and spends most of her time curled up in her lofted space in Onychinus's attic.

She's there when Sylus finally intervenes.

A hot cup of cocoa is put into her hands, its heat startling her enough to make her look up. Sylus's expression is inscrutable, and if she wasn't in shock, she'd have laughed at the way he's bent forward to avoid the low ceiling.

“Drink,” he says firmly. It's an order, not a request.

Kit’s lips touch the edge of the mug, the sweet aroma curling around her. Her mouth trembles, and her stomach twists. As if accepting bodily functions is a cruel smack against her grief.

A reminder that she is alive, and Caleb is not.

Sylus crouches in front of her. His gaze is steady as he waits. A single pale eyebrow raises in disapproval.

“Are you going to disobey?”

She tilts the mug, sweet chocolate coating her tongue, sugar forcing her back to reality.

Tears sting her eyes, and Kit begins to shake.

Sylus takes the mug. He sets it on a side table as she begins to lurch forward, drawing her into his arms.

He holds her tightly as she sobs, shattering apart once more.

At some point, her tears dry up, whether she wants them to or not. Sylus holds out a tissue, although she's not sure where he got the box.

“I got snot all over you,” are the first words out of her mouth.

Sylus snorts. “I know. That's what happens when you bottle things up, kitten.”

Kit closes her eyes tightly. “Not now,” she whispers. He hums a query, and she shakes her head. “I can't- not that one, Sylus.” She chokes up, unaware of the way his eyes widen at the first willing use of his name. “Cay- Caleb is the one who nicknamed me. When we were young. I told him I hated being called Camilla, and he told me that I reminded him more of a cat than a flower. He's the reason I started going by Kitty, and later…” she blew her nose, trying to fight off another wave of sobs. “And later, Kit. He called me Kitty-cat.”

A gentle hand grazes her cheekbone, brushing at the corner of her eye. She opens them to see Sylus’s expression. It's softer than she's ever seen it.

“Okay, sweetie,” he replies soothingly. “I won't use it.”

Kit leans into his touch, into the warmth of his palm, until he's cupping the side of her face. “Not forever,” she whispers. “I like it when you call me that. Just not right now.”

“He meant a lot to you,” Sylus says. It's a question as much as it is a statement, his hand staying in place where she needs it most. The point of contact feels grounding.

Kit nods. “My best friend, the Hunter who's recovering from the explosion, grew up with him like I did. The three of us were thick as thieves.” She laughs bitterly, staring out the attic window into the dark night.

“Everyone had their expectations, I suppose. They all expected Caleb and I would get together. Our feelings never really mattered, our families pushed us into it. His grandma and my father always seemed to have their heads together, as if they were planning our wedding.”

There's an odd flash of something on Sylus's face, something she can't quite discern. Still, he continues to listen. “Did you…have feelings, then?” He asks carefully.

She reaches over and takes the mug. It's lukewarm now, but she doesn't care. It gives her something to hold onto besides him.

“As I said,” Kit continues. “It never really mattered. Caleb and I were pushed together, like dolls in a dollhouse. We started dating in our first year of high school. It continued until…you know. When I was forced into this life.

I think Caleb knew that something was wrong, but by then we'd graduated, and our relationship began to crumble. My dad retired and fucked off on a trip round the globe, and without that constant parental pressure…” Kit sighs. “It was only right before he left for the academy that I realized I'd fallen in love with him somewhere along the way. I…never did learn if he felt the same way.”

“You can't be serious,” she'd said. Caleb sighs, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

“I am. Sorry, Kitty-cat. I'll be staying at Grandma's until I leave for the academy. Her health’s declining, and Kiri has finals. Someone's got to watch over her.”

“But you don't want me there,” Kit says. She watches the line of his shoulders tense, his hand flexing against the leather handle.

Caleb doesn't look back. “No. I don't. I'll make up some excuse, tell her you're off doing important things.”

“Why?” She goes to move closer, wincing as her stitches pull. Her last job ended poorly, and she'd suffered quite the punishment as a result.

Thankfully, Caleb doesn't see her pain.

He sighs. “Because…she thinks that we're happy. It's her wish, you know. That you and I end up together.”

That hurts more than the cut on her side. “But you don't want us together. Is that it? Are you…” she hesitates, and pushes through. “Are you happy, Cay? With us?”

He reaches out for the door handle. “We'll talk about it when I get back.”

This time, she lunges forward, grabbing the back of his jacket. “When? When you get back from the Academy? Caleb!”

Finally, that gets a reaction out of him. He yanks away, and it sends her to the floor. Kit gasps sharply, black spots dancing across her vision.

Instantly, he whirls, crouching. Caleb’s expression is full of concern, torn between staying and going. “Shit, are you alright? I didn't mean- Camilla, I'm-” He reaches out, and she flinches. It's instinctual.

It's the first time she's ever seen him heartbroken.

“I'm sorry,” he whispers. “I'll leave.” Caleb rises to his feet.

“Caleb, wait-!” She reaches out, but the door’s already clicked shut behind him, and she hears his footsteps pounding down the outside stairs out of their apartment.

For a long time, she sits there. Her question rings over and over again in her head.

'“Are you happy, Caleb?”'

As the sun sets, the last beams of sunlight struggling through the blinds into the living room, Kit makes up her mind.

By the time night comes, all that remains in the apartment are memories left behind and a letter on his pillow, weighed down by a watch she'd intended to gift him for their anniversary, three days away.

Sylus's hands settle over hers on the mug, drawing her out of memories. “We all have regrets,” he says gently. “What's important is that you live on despite them.”

Kit frowns at that. “How cruel to say that to someone who's grieving.”

He squeezes her hands. “I'd rather be cruel than watch you waste away.” Sylus's tone is firm and reprimanding. “I know it hurts. Believe me, I know. But you have to eat. You have to drink. You have to take care of yourself, ki- sweetie. There are living people who care about you.” Sylus cups her face, making her look up at him. Their eyes meet.

Not for the first time, she feels her heart stutter at the intensity of his gaze, and a sharp pang of guilt accompanies it.

“If you can't find a reason to live without him,” he says, an odd bitterness to his voice, “then live because I forced you to. Make me the bad guy. Scream and fight against me, and hate me for it, as long as it gets you to keep going.”

“I could never hate you,” Kit whispers. Her lips tremble as she tries to hold back her tears. His expression is too open, too raw, as if he's showing her something she's not ready to see. She closes her eyes against it, pressing her face into his palms once more. “I just feel so guilty. Like the story of me and him has finished but someone ripped out pages, so I only got to read the very end.”

“Then write a new one with us,” Sylus replies. “That story’s ended, but it doesn't mean you have to. Don't let grief rot you. If he was anything good for you, he wouldn't have wanted that. And neither do I.”

“And neither do we!” The sound of the twins’ voices startles them both, and Kit looks over her shoulder over the edge of the loft. Luke and Kieran stand below, holding a tray of food. Steam rises up, and the accompanying smell makes her stomach growl loudly.

She blushes.

Sylus sighs exasperatedly. “This was supposed to be a private conversation,” he drawls.

“You were taking too long,” Luke throws back at him. “The food was going to get cold.” Kieran nods in agreement.

Kit and Sylus exchange glances, and he squeezes her cheeks until she squawks offendedly, batting his hands away. His eyes are warm, like melted cherry candy. “Come on, sweetie,” he says softly. “Let's eat.”

Kit looks at them all. Her Mischief and Mayhem, down below.

Sylus, her boss, who seems to always cut through her armor to reveal her tender heart.

She sighs in defeat.

“Alright. Let's eat.”

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

Last Line Tag

tagged by @thesingularityseries @cassietrn and @cloudofbutterflies92 Thank you all <3

Here's a bit from American Beasts several chapters down the line (I am hopping all over the place in writing this fic now):

Kit paused, swallowing as she looked into Joey's eyes. “So, if you're gonna kill me, do it. Become wrath, 'cause it isn't gonna be me anymore.”

tagging: @henbased @roofgeese @aceghosts @unholymilf @wrathfulrook

@raresvtm @harmonyowl @finding-comfort-in-rain @carlosoliveiraa @confidentandgood

@imogenkol @inafieldofdaisies @voidika @clicheantagonist @adelaidedrubman

@statichvm @josephslittledeputy @tommyarashikage @simplegenius042 @josephseedismyfather

@direwombat @florbelles @cassieuncaged @shallow-gravy @strangefable

@stacispratt @kyberinfinitygems

[puexii]

Two robots flabbergasted by short tv head robot

Left one is Kit, middle is Pix my persona, and on the right is Ren