#oc tidbits

[comically-blu]

[In the early 80s, Gravity Falls. Shermie visits Ford’s house for the first time.]

Shermie: Wow, what a nice place ya have ere’, Ford!

Ford: Thanks, I got this built for myself and my research.

Shermie: Huh, really! Amazing!

[Ford smiles at the praise while Shermie looked around, impressed. Then, he noticed more triangle decor— specifically the rainbow prisms.]

Shermie: Woah! Ya have a lot of triangles here. In the doors, windows, and decor. Goin’ for a triangular theme?

Ford:

Ford: Yes. Now, would you like some coffee?

Shermie: Oh, sure. Thanks :D

Shermie: [thoughts] Triangles have always been his favorite shape.

[cosmicharm]

🎁 — giving presents to others

From the Muse skillset symbol meme

Gonna focus this answer on how Odile behaves around the gifting thing in general!

Due to her upbringing, Odile grew up surrounded by luxuries. I can imagine she appreciated gifts more when she was a kid and still lived in Ishgard: pretty dresses, books, anything that sparked her curiosity. However, she had to leave the city when she was a young adult, and all the difficulties she went through (in The Shroud and later on in Limsa Lominsa) made her stop thinking about… or, better said, giving importance to anything of that sort. Back then, she focused on surviving, getting along with other Duskwights, and caring for herself in the Shroud. I don't think she has stopped appreciating gifts. It was more a matter of priorities. Her lifestyle and priorities changed, and, as a result, she is not one who is on top of that nowadays. She was at some point, but her life has changed too much for that kind of gesture now.

Instead, she would appreciate it more if you decide to spend time with her or partake in a stimulating conversation. It works the other way around, too: she thinks your personal time and company are some of the best gifts you can give someone. If she decides to spend time with you, keep in mind that she probably appreciates you in some manner.

Despite all of that mentioned above, she hasn't completely stopped giving material presents to others. Odile would gift something to her loved ones from time to time if something reminds her of that person in particular. In the case of gifting something to someone, she'll try to go for something pragmatic, considering the recipient's profession and hobbies. Or perhaps something crafted by her, like potions or something artisanal. She likes to draw, so a portrait sketch is also on the table! Maybe she has sketched your countenance while you spent time with her reading in a cozy room, sharing a quiet company.

Thanks for the ask, Pigeon! (and sorry for taking so long!)

[artistic-vixen]

Callsign: Vixen tidbits #1

When Juniper was a child she always played doctor with her dolls and sometimes with her parents. Juniper lived in the Appalachian region of Kentucky as a child, so she has quite a few stories about odd figures and strange happenings that happened when she was a child. Juniper does art and painting as a hobby, whether it is traditional or digital.

She has a chicken plushie that she sleeps with, it had been a gift from her parents.

Although Juniper is a medic, she has been used in undercover missions.

Juniper has a second hobby of cooking and baking, although rare.

( @toastthewolfie )

[imonfireandthatsfine]

Drawings of some not fully done fellas. They're mostly just redraws/redesigns of some OCS I made years upon YEARS ago so like yeah..... they're old.

BUT

Here are just some ideas or, again, redesigns of what I think they should look like now.

Below are just some tidbits and thought soooo....

So for Boston Wagner he's just an old dog fella I made about hmmmmm three years ago. Really made him over a prompt and really liked how he came out. For now he's just an old german dog who wants to snooze his life away 😔

Nowwwww for Rocky 'Ridgeway' he's just an old FNAF OC I made many many many years ago. Classic Western themed bar/restaurant place attended for grownup and children alike. I haven't put much thought and such into him just wanted to redesign him and bring him back to life so- Good for me.

As for the last one, Akmus, is a more recent redesign being. A sort of silly guy I've been meaning to remake for years now and only did so sort of recently. Really didn't put much thought into him just a silly god-like guy who is a mischievous a-hole that spawns firey skulls to toss at people. And if you're wondering, or not, one of his arms is an animalistic/fluffy arm. I love his tattoo ^^

[moondust-clouds]

Not sure who'll care but me and my friend have a pair of ocs that are siblings whose parents were killed due to superstition surronding witchcraft so....we did the reasonable thing and have their last name be Witcher

[berryflavouredkoolaid]

~ Billie Jenkins, 1978~

summer in new york. common room parties. scoring in quidditch. red wine. spin the bottle. gymnastics. record collections. miniskirts and leather jackets. sneaking out after curfew. cutting bangs in the bathroom. hogsmeade trips. kissing in corridors. making snowmen. snowball fights. smoking on the astronomy tower. young, wild, and free.

{teaser!}

[nothingf-i-s-h-yhere]

I’ve already introduced Olivia who is a different oc but I thought of something funny.

So Olivia is Becca’s former girlfriend who got scared of commitment and went to space on a space station as a bodyguard and also wasn’t accepted by Becca’s homophobic parents. So fish and Becca were doing their usual shenanigans like going to space to stop space pirates, trust me it makes sense, and found Olivia and now they just crash on fish and Becca’s couch.

Ok now onto the funny part, I was inspired by this post and I’m just imagining fish and Becca mid, you know, and Olivia completely oblivious barging in cus they ran out of cheezits in the house.

[sinnam00n]

Eerie does enjoy thrillers and horror books. They have a knack to correctly guess a suspect in whodunnit detective fictions before they're rebealed. But when you regularly deal with horror, dead bodies, write your own autopsy reports and you do paranormal detective work on a daily basis... comic books like Garfield allows to 'turn off' their highly active brain for a while.

[puppppppppy]

these two are so interesting to me

characters belong to @canisalbus

[wombywoo]

inventory 💼

[cosmicharm]

Character quirks

Spent some time this evening going through this comprehensive list of character quirks. I slightly modified some of them to fit my girls better. It was a nice exercise - I would like to add more quirks and characters in the future!

[zorangezest]

I humbly request a drawing of Roro and Yin meeting bumblebee

ALL OF YOU WHO REQUESTED OCS ILY ILLLYYYYYYYYYYY

crash course in human anatomy with the two most anatomically incorrect goons on the block

[imonfireandthatsfine]

Boris ref sheet! Yay!

Got it done and looks snazzy as ever. Now I can draw him properly yes!!!!!! I did make a more complicated and indepth one underneath but it isn't as necessary. More for me but is acceptable to info.

[sevastiel]

Behold ye, my Protoframe oc, Darius.

(Ft @doggojin and @thatfluffyboi's Chanho n Sol, they make an delightful trio tbh)

Some extra deets (lots of notes on him be warned) post cut! :)

Separated into physical and psychological/lore.

Physical notes :

Spanish-Mediterranean, mid-to-late twenties, looms at a ridiculous 6'6" (200 cm I believe? around there.) but is normally hovering an inch or two off the ground. Thankfully, he's gotten into the habit of tucking his legs in a bit so he doesn't hit every single doorframe that he passes through. He lost his left leg from the knee down due to an unfortunate incident with a landmine, and had a prosthetic for several years before the techrot.

Darius's body is made up of connected pieces held together by sentient energy, and all of his organs have either been replaced by the techrot-sentient hybrid growths, or are no longer necessary and have been removed. He currently lacks the entirety of a regular digestive tract as we would know it, and subsists mostly on energy. However, should he require physical mass for either rebuilding/modifying himself, or creating other sentients, he can 'eat' by putting materials in his mouth, pulling his bodily pieces together, and allowing the techrot systems to dissolve things into more workable particles, or pushing things between separated segments of his body (usually his chest) and letting the sentient bits pick things apart and feed them to the rot for storage. (This takes longer and is less effective at energy conservation) Extra notes on this later when we discuss his abilities.

The connective energy between segments is manifested in string-like bundles of force, which are manipulatable and can be 'touched', though unless he's focusing on keeping his energy properly contained you will likely get a light zap, and with prolonged touch you'll likely be able to feel them hum with power. They normally have about the same tactile strength as woven spiderwebbing of the same thickness, stretching easily but ultimately severable with either enough effort or something sharp. Should you sever all the connections, the piece will just fall off. Removed pieces aren't controllable by him any longer, but are re-attachable, and although he's got a body plan that his form defaults to, every single bit of him is entirely modular except for his cranium. Removing his jaw takes some effort, as there are technically still segments of flesh (his lips, basically) holding it on, but it is possible. If he really puts his mind to it, though, he can remove a segment, and maintain the links through mental focus, or by tethering them to something that he/they can feed off of. Through this, he can make replacement limbs for others, or additional armor, given they've got the bio-energy to keep the segments active.

Bodily segments are almost entirely made of toughened armor plating, with the majority of flexibility being located on the twin pieces that make up his chest/torso, as this is also where the majority of the techrot based organs lie. Although he does need to breathe, each segment intakes oxygen individually, through the softer and more porous dark insides. He has full sensation in any piece of him that he's linked to, as the energy connections serve as a nervous system, and can 'digest' pieces if he's in desperate need of energy/materials in a pinch.

Being modular, he can, in the same way he summons other sentients, simply craft himself differing body parts whenever he so pleases. The larger the piece, the more effort/thought it takes, since it requires a greater complexity of systems for nutrient, oxygen, and waste management. Due to his own lack of knowledge, he doesn't manifest any replacements larger than his own legs, and would rather just spit out a patch and slap it onto injured areas and let the techrot do its thing. This is why his 'armor' looks less dramatic compared to actual caliban, because why the hell would he want that much weight throwing him off balance? He'll accept the techrot/sentient's desires and keep his form adjacent to it, though.

Ability wise, he's functionally pretty similar to a vampire. While he technically could subsist entirely off of regular food, it would require a lot of time and careful dieting to gather the proper resources his body needs, and his energy levels would be rather constantly low. So, instead, he just eats as much techrot as he can and prays for the best, or drinks directly from power generators when he can get away with it, or anything similar. Pure energy as a baseline keeps all his sentient systems running, and metals/proteins allow his techrot systems to keep going. Thankfully for him, he's got two boyfriends who are both quite energetic, and really don't mind his needs as much as they should.

Manifesting sentient fighters usually happens in the same way as he manifests new pieces of himself, but with the added caveat that they don't need functional internal systems for long term usage, and he can charge them up with his own power to keep them running as long as he needs. This is obviously extremely resource intensive, but if it keeps those he cares about safe, (and since it appeases the eternal need to consume and create and consume and create and consume and create) he'll do whatever he must.

Due to all of the above, he prefers particularly tight or comfortable clothing,, as it helps mitigate the changes that happen depending on his energy levels. The less he's got, the looser his pieces, and things will just fall off if he's dead tired (lol). So... Avoiding that is nice. Additionally, although he needs his chest cavity within reach for making sentients at a quick notice, he does like looking in the mirror and not seeing his own body immediately as so blatantly inhuman and monstrous. The straps he uses for his military harness are half to hold things and half to straight up just keep himself together. The mask is for keeping his eyes clear of gore while he's in the middle of shit, because that was a severe issue beforehand. Take a bite, get blinded bc there was more fluid than you expected, have to panic and try and fix that mid combat, leaving you even worse off than you were previously? No thanks.

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Psycological notes and lore:

Before Entrati got his hands on him, he was a well respected mediator that worked on communications for the ICR, and worked directly with the Hollvanian government and its military to allow for the ICR to remain in the city.

Coming from a well off and well expecting background, from a young age he was put through his paces and taught to be the finest edition of a modern renaissance man, giving him very little time to do anything but his studies, and very little affection from anything but perfection. Even then, kinda mid. As such, he is a well mannered and well spoken fellow with a deeply repressed childish nature that only ever comes out at the worst possible times amidst the best possible company.

Having been tailor-made for communications work, he was also ensured a healthy dose in very many other skills that might come up from time to time while traveling. (Including, but not limited to, sewing (which he hates), cooking (which he has extremely low patience for), midwifery (which thank god hasn't come up yet), medical triage (unfortunately has), general electrical and mechanical knowledge (much better for him now than it was before), a few languages, and so forth. Post becoming a protoframe, much of his knowledge has degraded due to the changes required for his brain to be able to control his bio-energy, leaving him constantly irritated when faced with a challenge that he knows DAMN well how to deal with, but cant remember specifics on.

He deals with irritation and anger very expressly, not one for subtlety or sarcasm when it comes to his displeasure. This man will Not be the one making snide jabs across the table, he would instead pull you aside privately and explain quite logically the behaviors he's disliking and see if either an agreement can be reached or if another specialist should be put forth. A trait learned from his parents, no doubt, but also one that helps considerably when it comes to governmental relations and respect.

All of his emotions are generally delt with highly logically, which, when it comes to more positive or soft feelings, gets very awkward and confusing for him very fast. One might find have found him before sitting on a bench, staring up at the falling leaves. If you asked him what he was thinking about, he'd respond that he's trying to comprehend why exactly he should be feeling happy about witnessing something so mundane. He wouldn't leave, of course, he'd still watch, but there will always be a part of him that shies away from emotions as a whole. All the sweeter, imo, when he really starts feeling and letting himself feel. Love is a strange thing, isn't it?

During his time in Hollvania, he got infected through volunteer work, doing his best to actually be helpful past the eternal red-tape. He hid it for as long as he could, taking extra care to frequently wash, scrub down, and then properly bandage and ointment up the affected bits of his arms so he wouldn't risk spreading anything, but it didn't do much for him at all. He was needed to maintain good relations, often running intermediary briefing dialogues to keep both sides as up to date as possible on the ICR's doings, so duty really did pull him in half. (haha) As the rot progressed and claimed more of his body, leaving him weaker and more frequently ill, it was less and less ethically feasible for him to keep working, despite it more or less being the only thing he really knew how to do, and there being very few people who could replace him. If he wasn't doing something, if he wasn't being productive, solving problems, keeping people happy, then what was he?

And then he heard of a man with a miracle cure, our good old Doktor Friday, and the fact that it worked. Naturally, Darius paid him a visit, already having used his infected status as an excuse to let him do a bit more hands on assistance wherever he could. And Entrati indeed did give him a cure, listening and nodding along to all the reasons Darius gave as to why he would likely be a good test subject, especially if it meant that if it worked, Darius would be in an excellent position to grant Albrecht significant funding for expanding his cures to the greater populous, who needed them desperately.

Well, it sure didn't fucking do much, did it, leaving him visually better, but when word got out that the others who'd taken the cure had become super-spreaders, you bet your ass he started panicking immediately. He'd been in rooms for extended periods of time with everyone in command, just his presence might have been enough to entirely destabilize the local government, or absolutely gut the ICR. So, once more, he claimed a stomach illness to take some time off. This was a very big problem, so back he went, livid as all hell, to hunt down Entrati.

He got the whole spiel about unforeseen mutations within the techrot responding strangely, and although he didn't believe it, he already had nothing left to lose. He wasn't a soldier, sure, he had training in fencing, could handle a gun, but he couldn't help like the others could, and he could not go back to the one thing he'd been set up all his life to be. And Entrati had a bit of a twinkle in his eye when he said that there might be something that he could do, but it would take time, and multiple tests, to be able to make it all work. There was another strain Dr E was experimenting with that, as he was shown samples and heard the explanations, seemed to be able to nullify the techrot almost entirely. (It was actually just subsuming it, but visually, the two outcomes were nearly identical.)

So he said yes. Like a fucking idiot.

The initial dose laced him with the helminth strain, preparing his body, granting him strength, even though it hurt so very much, the pain leaving him borderline insensate, unable to do anything but lay there and cry as he felt his very flesh twisting and saw Entrati approach with the second dose after a few hours.

Number two was a low dose of the sentient strain, modified, following Caliban's biological approach, and the reaction between the two was violent, techrot subsumed with a rapid hunger and made to serve a new master. Darius's body quite literally began tearing at the seams, and Entrati took his time with the process, utilizing several more small injections, so he wouldn't die of pure blood loss.

When all was said and done, his twisted body was held together by a scant few threads of power, and he was very much unconscious, having fallen into a coma that would last multiple days, fed with an occasional battery set into the new cavity within his chest.

Wisely, Entrati was not there when he awoke, starving, terrified, and in great pain. All he could focus on was the hunger, that pulsating desire that screamed at him to consume, create, consume, create, consume, create, his human mind utterly overwhelmed by the twin techrot and sentient desires. It took him some time to figure out how to move again, much less walk, and the hunger only got worse by the second.

When the Hex found him, they came across a crying, shattered man, tearing into mounds of freshly killed techrot with his bare hands, stuffing wires and flesh alike into his mouth with an inhuman voracity. He was guarded by bizarre automatons, whos' origin was quickly made apparent by him reaching into that glowing gash that bisected his entire body and pulling out another, his own form splitting and reshaping as he dragged it free.

It took quite some time for him to regain his humanity. Quite some time to mediate the new desires of his reformed body with his own. The urges have not left him, but at least he's got a choice, now.

Prince of both worlds indeed.

[de4thpunch]

[veryloovy]

Pointing this out because it somehow escaped me that organic Solver matter color is actually dependent on the host it manifests from. It's usually red with yellow eyes/accents if not directly connected to a host, but if it comes from a host it's a different color:

Worker V - white flesh with yellow accents/eyes (I suspect the yellow is from her being Solver-controlled and that her "natural" look would be white on white since white is her set color)

Uzi - dull purple flesh with purple accents/eyes

I do actually think being Solver-controlled changes accent/eye color to yellow. You actually see it happen to Uzi's tail head when she's being controlled.

Though possible error? The eyes on her wings stay purple during this.