#oc tidbits

[cybernomads]

btw i've spent all afternoon shopping around for mods that help me get close to my v's looks on the "fem" frame because in reality maddox is about 5ft tall, lanky and has legs like a spring foal and default male v is simply too hunky (twunky if you're lucky) for that. maddox is a non-op trans man and on homebrew testosterone, so his looks on the "masc" frame are what COULD have been if he'd ever had the desire to change anything further about himself, but he doesn't. it took him a long time to reclaim and be comfortable in his body as it is (and despite all odds being stacked against him and having to do it all on his own).

i'm pretty happy with what i have fo far, but i miss the touch of roughness, muscle and body hair to his skin. i'm also not sure what cyberware i want to work with yet and i do want to mod his actual tattoos into the game (instead of the ones i settled for back then):

now that i've built my new rig i'm looking into modding cyberpunk myself (i'm a veteran elder scrolls mod creator so i'm confident i'll get a grasp of it quickly), and so far my list of things to do is:

convert the hair he uses on the masc frame to the fem frame

do something about the way too curvy hips/waist (hip dysphoria hello holy hell)

create or port body hair textures

create or port a more athletic/lean muscular body texture

create or port clothes (just as with his HRT and gender expression being very DIY, he mostly dresses in his old clothes (being poor does that to you) and tries to wear them as masc presenting as possible, and gnc stuff is (except for a few modders who are an absolute godsend) very rare on the cyberpunk nexus)

most of this is modelling/ texture work so it might take me a while until it's done, but at least i've written it down somewhere so i don't forget what i wanted to do.

btw: originally he used to be my fnv courier (beloved saddle tramp) actually! i came to terms with my own trans identity through him (shocker, i know, who around here doesn't have That One OC that kicked it all off).

and for everyone curious, he's biracial (afrolatine brazilian mother with surinamese roots, american father with german roots).

i'm not sure which frame i wanna use for him at the moment, there's pros and cons to both of them (but what i have on the fem frame is a good start for sure). we'll see we'll see.

[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.

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[thelavendersquid]

I reblogged this initially because yeah true 💖, but now I’ve remembered that I have an entire novel WIP built around the idea of laughter magic and a character who makes people laugh in order to activate his magic…soooo now I mean it in an even more literal sense 😆

magic is real you fools it happens when you make other people laugh

[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.

[fossilizedalien]

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.

[puppyeared]

these two are so interesting to me

characters belong to @canisalbus

[wombywoo]

inventory 💼

[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.

[akidachi]

i have been rotating them around in my head for months

[aliettali]

no such thing as "downtime" when all of your brothers are idiots

[little-demy]

Well um,

Big thanks to my friend who invited me to watch old men robot yaoi divorce, I've been casually enjoying the series (mainly aligned/prime) so uh yeah

Introducing Voidscreech! And of course a self indulgent canon x oc too

[lustrous-dreams-art]

Skating Queen and her cringe fail husband

Alfonse designed by @littlemissdash 💙💛

[puffpawstries]

is honno self-conscious of their height?

Honno isn’t that much really self-conscious of their height most of the time, just very much aware! From when they were a little kid to teens, it wasn't too bad!

But since moving to Akatsuka Ward, they have managed not to be too bothered by their height much, though they tend to stay home a lot, so that's also a reason.

Of course Honno has other struggles dealing with their height, like buying clothes that fit them, but they manage, but if she’s lucky by getting her stuff tailored, most of the time some of the clothes are shorter, so she kind of just lives with it? Honno fashion is a mix of being mostly comfortable and simple, which they're the most happy wearing!

Though sometimes their height can be a problem with random people commenting about them behind their back or pointing them out and coming up to them out in public.

and sometimes even having their picture taken without their permission, which she tries to ignore because she doesn't like causing a scene and rather continues on with her day not thinking and worrying about that stuff.

Though when Honno does get in a relationship with Ichimatsu and actually starts to hangout with his brothers and gets to know them the matsunos have their own way of watching out for Honno...

Which includes either scaring or chasing off the person, though Honno does appreciate the sentiment....

[temtamtom]

On the topic of Heta OCs, I'm finally getting around to exploring this idiot gooner Vatican (Feli's greatest opp)

(Design still not final!)

Please excuse the OC stuff recently, I just got through a major deadline so I'm indulging myself as a lil reward <3 Alternative version under the cut:

[puppyeared]

doodles of my fav sillies

anton belongs to @poicyss

[shiningqueen]

I'll say everything and nothing. / NSFW Mihawk x afab!reader

WELL, I turned my sad thoughts into smut. Lowkey this is definitely just Fay-coded because I'm a simp. Just written in second tense for practice, also for inclusiveness for others to enjoy.

rating: NSFW / explicit / MINORS DO NOT INTERACT cw: PinV intercourse, not many explicit terms used otherwise. characters: Mihawk x afab!reader

You have never said I love you.

It is not for a lack of wanting, or the absence of such ardent feelings. You loved deeply, fully, with everything you could possibly give.

There is something to those three words that stick in your throat. The depth of their meaning and implications, the almost taboo nature of uttering them openly to your beloved. You cant say them. Not yet. Not yet.

Even now, bare flesh and tangled in sheets and skin with the hot luff of mingled breaths between you, impassioned and thrumming with ecstasy; you do not speak them. You mouth silent words against his sweat slick collarbone, vision lost to darkness as your mind swam hazy with euphoria. It is never those words but you imagine imprinting synonymous phrases on his flesh. Admissions of adoration and praise, terms of endearment that meant so much more beyond 'lover' or 'darling.' Secrets scarcely given oxygen to be formed as your lips grazed up along his throat -

Until a firm hand gripped your hair and pulled you back, forcing your eyes open to meet the piercing stare of Dracule Mihawk.

"Eyes on me, starling." The rough drawl of his voice is thick with wanting, eyes eclipsed to the first dark ring with a thin rim of gold remaining. His fist in your hair is firm but still gentle and the steady rhythm of his hips grinding between your spread thighs slows to an almost torturous pace. A groan tearing from his throat as he savors the slick drag of your bodies together.

Mihawk is ravenous for the way you come apart for him, so raw and desperate are the hitched sounds you make and the earnest expressions on your face are forever ingrained in his mind. As you whine and writhe beneath him in wanton throes, he leans down to taste the salt-sweet sweat beading along your throat and pinches his teeth into your pulse point. The resulting full body convulsion that tears through you, paired with the strangled sound caught in your vocal chords, has him growling.

"Beautiful," he sighs with reverent indulgence, gaze flickering to your flushed face and parted lips in time to catch them utter some unknown phrase. He kisses whatever breath remains in your lungs away, errantly thinking about all the other instances he'd caught you mumbling phrases and words in another language. He never heard them, it was only your mouth forming consonants and vowels but never giving them actual voice.

He keeps his thrusts languid and unhurried, slides his free hand along your thigh and hikes it up higher against his hip, so he can sink deeper into the warmth of your core. "Tell me," Mihawk murmurs against your mouth, "what is that you are trying to say, querida?" The endearment slips out like honey, laced with his deep seated affection for you.

You choke on a sound, a word, you aren't certain. Every nerve is firing off with endorphins as you lay there trapped beneath him, feeling the shift of his muscles beneath your hands as they wander over him. "F-feels good," you manage to stutter out, because those other words are still glued onto the back of your tongue. They wont dare come forth, even if he tormented you all night, pushing you closer to the edge of oblivion but never over it.

"Mhmm," Mihawk hums his agreement, relishing in the pleasurable throb at the base of his spine every time he sinks into you, still in absolutely no hurry to chase his end. He knows you're lying to him. The tangle of his fingers in your hair loosens and he glides that hand over the curve of your jaw, along your neck and down to your clavicle in a doting stroke. "What else, songbird?" He prompts, palm cupping your breast with his thumb circling the peaked nub of your nipple. You keen at the touch and eagerly roll your hips up against his, eyes rolling to stare blankly at the ceiling.

"Mihawk," his name is a whimper, wanting to drown in the pulse of euphoria but damn, the seductive husk of his voice is threatening to unwind that damned confession from its prison.

The swordsman makes another wondering sound, "Yes, mi vida? Let me hear you."

Your thighs spasm when you feel his hand drift further downwards to start rubbing tight circles against the bud of your arousal, a desperate cry making your lungs hurt from the force behind it. When your sight returns to his face, the intensity of his expression makes your navel clench in a delightful way. "Stars," you gasp and dig blunt nails into his bicep. Finally you dare to utter just one of the phrases you'd long been using in place of 'I love you.'

"[You are my everything.]"

It was nonsense to Mihawk, as he didnt fully understand the foreign language you spoke but he could gleam the sincerity in them, the raw ardor in their shaky pronounciation. He doesnt let up on touching you fevrently, the pace of his thrusts quickening just enough. "And what-" he trails kisses along your jaw to the shell of your ear, "does that mean, dear?" His breath is warm and damp as it rushes out from between his lips.

"Hah," you chuff, squirming as your climax rises up with every passing moment, "it means, exactly what is said."

It wasnt the answer he was looking for, but he couldnt deny enjoying the clever way you had with words, even in bed. However, any further attempts to coax honesty from you are abandoned for the moment, lost beneath the rising tide of orgasm that takes you both in succession. You tip over first- twitching and clutching at him fiercely, incoherent from the overstimulation. Mihawk groans in the wake of you clenching so tightly around him, hips stuttering as he spills inside you.

You embrace him when he settles his weight over your chest, tucking your face into the crook of his neck as your breathing and pulse slowly steady. Letting the haze of desire dissipate with every heartbeat.

Later - after you separate and clean up, wrapping around each other under the covers, Mihawk nips playfully at your shoulder. You giggle and pinch him in retort, but he surprises you when he repeats those same foreign words you'd muttered before. Not mimicked quite perfectly but the attempt is there.

"Do you.. Even know what you're saying?" You ask softly, throat tight.

He hums, repeats the phrase slower, a pensive crease in his dark brows. "I have an idea of their meaning." A pause and then, "Will you ever tell me?"

Mihawk stares at you imploringly, with an edge of knowing in his bright eyes, but you only smile secretly and lean in to kiss him sweetly. "One day, I might be persuaded." You tell him impishly.

"Persuaded?" He echoes wryly and squeezes you closer to him, "As you wish, starling."