#oc: Short Order

[localdeerwoman]

I realized I've never posted art of my OC's before

The characters on the left are the main characters on my anthology series Vermillion Pond

And the doggo on the Right is Milo and their from a Horror short I'm writing called Running on Fumes.

Art by @tuvvin and dandydingo

[blaithnne]

Local big sister experiences emotions, more at 6

Been wanting to do one of these with Lauren for AGES, but I never got round to it. Then I saw the Lydia and Phinium expression sheets on @littledigits’ website and I felt inspiration like never before.

The funniest struggle I have with Lauren’s design right now is that she nose too big for she got damn face. Literally, Hilda characters noses take up a fairly small portion of their faces, and her’s took up WAY too much, leaving little room for her to make facial expressions. But I struggled to find a fix because when I made the nose smaller it just didn’t look like Lauren anymore, so I took this as an opportunity to work on that!

She still has a larger nose than most characters, starting higher up (like her grandad!) and ending lower down (but not quite as low as before). I also made her eyes a little smaller and with a shape similar to Lydia’s (though you can see in some of these I hadn’t quite landed on that yet and her eyes are a bit too big), which works both as a nod to her parentage and because I think it makes the nose look bigger. This still doesn’t leave as much room for the mouth as most other characters, but that’s okay — Lauren is a very private person who keeps her feelings close to her chest, I think it works for her to have subtler expressions, adds to how guarded she is! Oh and I also updated the shape of her hair slightly, just to make it a bit more style accurate.

These changes are pretty small on their own, but I think combined they work well to make Lauren feel a lot more…alive? Far less stiff, anyway. I think she also has a more unique facial structure now, instead of just “what if Johanna was 90% nose”. She’s still got a big old nose and I love it but now she can emote, yay!

This is really all just concept stuff, I’m hoping to get a new fullbody style-ref for Lauren out soon! Now that I’ve improved the main issues I had with her face in the last ref, now it’s onto the silhouette! I want her to read as more of a strong character (though it comes across decently in her current ref, I wanna push it more without being as exaggerated as Ahlberg, which is. A challenge for me lol), streamline her silhouette, and finally make her taller than Johanna like she’s always meant to have been <3 I made her shorter for so long because I thought it would help her read better as her daughter but you know what? That’s dumb actually, she’s tall.

ANYWAYS, thank you for listening in on the annual Lauren redesign, and to the artists behind the show for posting so much amazing inspiring show stopping concept work for free because it makes my autism worse /pos

[inkopolis-connection]

Agent 8b Nate and Smollusk in a nutshell

[aakipple]

oc art from the past month ish

[thedeadthree]

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[miss-conner3]

I just noticed that Ando's only 10% sheep, what happened to him to only be 10%?

To answer this question, I have to ask another question: do the cult followers remain 100% of their species when resurrected?

The simple answer should be no, since in most cases the lamb uses bones that are collected during his crusades or bones that his followers themselves bring during their missionary journeys.

Of course, I'm talking about cases where a follower died outside of the cult and, for reasons A or B, their body couldn't be brought back, so this is where bones from other species would be used to bring them back to life.

But for some reason, these are still considered 100% of the same species (whether cat, cow, dog or something else), demonstrating that no matter what, the living being remains as before death without being affected or physically altered by the unknown bones that were used during their resurrection.

Thinking more deeply about this point, and how I see it, there must be some kind of requirement, such as perhaps that to carry out this type of ritual successfully there must be at least one bone of the same species as the deceased follower.

Whether it's theirs or someone else's.

Although this is more of a headcanon of mine, I think it works for what I'm trying to explain here.

So, returning to your question, it is not that Ando had something happen to him physically speaking that made him less of a sheep; it is that the process that his body had to go through had certain complications that the lamb had to overcome on its own.

You can imagine how (ouo)

[juliaswickcrs]

OC STAR WARS DAYS CHALLENGE :: MAY THE FOURTH ( I am one with the force and the force is with me )

the legacy of Zoya Onasi and Rey Kestis

tag list: @bisexualterror @foxesandmagic @iron-parkr​ @thatmagickjuju @camiemendess @a-song-of-quill-and-feather @arrthurpendragon @villain-connoisseur @starcrossedjedis​ @drbobbimorse​ @noratilney @stanshollaand @kingsmakers @astarionbae @darth-caillic @mystic-scripture @aliverse @misshiraethsworld @asirensrage @eddiemunscns

[spotaus]

Posting this wip incase I don't get around to coloring it anytime soon, but here's my take on my silly Shape-shifting Monster oc Pretender in a universe where the Shape-shifting is too op and so I had to nerf him! (It's my own au, I do what I want- It's great for Worldbuilding-)

[hearts401]

siblings 3/4

[sappylemons]

FINALLY DONE WITH THESE!!! sharkbait already had a serviceable ref sheet i promise he's not my least favorite child the illustrious crew of The Coincidence, the half of the crew that are my characters anyway. hopefully more on the way for the rest of the foxhunt cast?

[tildeathiwillwrite]

June of Doom Day 21

"Let's play a game." / Stairs / Pressure Points / Trapdoor

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Fandom: Original Work

Words: 900

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@scaewolf

CW: prison escape, starvation, thirst, knives, headache, nausea, pushing through the pain, frustration, swearing

A/N: Made it to a part 3! Honestly didn't think I'd have the inspiration for more than the one part but here we are.

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For a prison, there was a remarkable lack of guards.

Draven led the way through the winding corridors that seemed to twist and turn at random, lit with torches that had to have been kept burning by magical means because they saw no other living being as they made their way through the prison. Their pace was slow, frustratingly so, with many of the former prisoners weak from hunger and thirst, walking with support from their healthier comrades.

Reprobus walked alongside him on his right, and the woman Draven had given one of his knives to, Gratia, on his left. The man with the remaining knife guarded the back of the group, watching the passage behind them with keen eyes.

When Draven had opened the door leading out of the chamber where he and the others had been imprisoned, he’d expected a fight. A couple guards, perhaps, the one whose boots he’d seen at the very least. Instead, the stone corridor was empty. So he had cautiously led the way out, listening for shouts or footsteps ahead.

Even now, several minutes later, the only sounds he heard were those made by his group. This section of the prison must've been left alone except to add new prisoners and remove the dead. What sort of insane person would think of trying to scale the ropes?

Clearly they hadn’t accounted for Draven’s particular breed of insanity.

The throbbing in his skull was getting worse by the minute. He gritted his teeth against the pain and continued walking. How much longer is this damned hallway?!

As it turned out, not much longer.

The corridor made one more sharp twist before abruptly ending at a blank wall. Draven stared at it, probing his aching mind to make sense of it all. “How… where… this was the only damn way to go!”

He punched the wall and immediately regretted it as his fist connected with solid rock, jarring his arm and shoulder painfully. Cursing, he turned around in a slow circle, eyes searching the walls for something, anything out of place. The group of prisoners whispered to each other, murmured explanations and muttered curses as the news traveled to the rear.

“Draven…” Reprobus touched his arm. Draven turned sharply, a few choice words on his tongue, but the other man simply pointed up. His eyes flicked to the ceiling, finding a wooden square that certainly did not belong with the stone blocks making up the corridor ceiling and walls. A trapdoor.

“Ah. Thank you.”

Gratia eyed the trapdoor critically. “I think I can get up there if you lift me.”

Draven opened his mouth to argue, but the simple act of looking up for more than a few seconds was making his head spin, so he snapped it shut and nodded. She motioned for him to crouch, and he did, interlocking his fingers together as a sort of platform for her to use as a boost to reach the trapdoor.

She wobbled on one foot, free hand firmly on the wall, the other tightly clutching his knife as he slowly raised her, keenly aware of how nausea began to curl in his stomach on top of the headache. The exertion was beginning to get to him. He didn’t know how much longer he had before his body just decided to give out.

Gratia carefully pushed on the trapdoor, displacing it and pushing it out of the way with barely a sound. “Little more!” She hissed, and Draven gritted his teeth before shoving her upward with all his strength. She made a strangled-sounding yelp at the unexpected thrust but managed to scramble through the opening. 

As soon as she was through, she vanished from sight. Draven’s stomach turned, not only from nausea. What if she leaves us behind? What if the guards get her? She can’t properly defend herself. What if she betrays us to the guards? What if—?

Gratia’s head appeared back over the trapdoor. “Found a ladder!” She called softly, the words followed by a scraping sound from above. 

Where in the depths did she find a—?

The ladder slid through the opening without warning and narrowly missed striking Reprobus in the shoulder. He jumped back, cursing.

“Sorry!”

Despite his body’s protests, Draven quickly ascended the rungs, ready for an ambush. It never came. Gratia was alone in a small room that appeared to have once been some sort of storage closet, the shelves long empty and coated in spider webs. “Where’d the ladder come from?”

“It was leaning against the wall outside,” Gratia said by way of explanation as if it was perfectly normal for a ladder to be left lying around unattended. Perhaps it was, here. Draven didn’t know and he certainly didn’t care.

“Alright…” he said softly as Reprobus came up through the trapdoor, the rest of the prisoners soon to follow. “Anyone around?”

Gratia shook her head. “No. But I think I know where we are now.”

Draven raised his eyebrows. “And that is…?”

“We’re inside the keep.”

“…where?”

“The keep? Where the king and his family live?”

…oh. Right. The big stone castle-like building at the center of the fortified walls of the city he and Octavian were visiting. The most secure place in the entire city, the entire country, even. 

“Well… shit.”

[strawberri-draws]

Concept sketches for a horror comic I have in mind lol ✌️ based off the terrifying experience of having to wait/getting lost in a really big storage facility lol

[stellarwaffles]

Sunfall siblings :)

[guardian-andi]

Chapter 5. Sister

Robyn didn’t know what to make of him.

She had failed in her mission. She was supposed to land on Empress Teta, retrieve the force sensitive child, and bring it back to the grand inquisitor. But now she had a survivor of the purge currently in binders and knocked out in her passenger bay. The jedi had surprised her, showing a shocking amount of skill for someone who couldn’t have been more than a padawan by the end of the order, like herself. She didn’t recognize him, not like there was that big of a chance of them knowing each other. The temple was a big place and the jedi were spread thin back then. As the ship left the atmosphere of the planet, she sent a message off to the Grand Inquisitor, informing him of her recent prisoner before jumping to hyperspace. With the blue tunnel of lightspeed filling her viewport, Robyn stood up from the pilot seat making her way over to the slumped over form of the young jedi. His clothes were worn out, ratty and filled with holes, a simple wool poncho draped over his shoulders. His face was obscured by a mess of brown hair as his head hung forward, the straps of the seat keeping him from falling to the floor. Robyn crouched down in front of him and held his head up by the chin, taking note of any remarkable features. His eyes were covered by an old cloth wrap, the edges were frayed, and fabric strained by time. The rest of his face was overall unremarkable with fair skin, a thin layer of dirt, and no scars as far as she could tell. Aside from the new bruise on his cheek from her final kick. She envied him, her own face was marked with the mistakes she had made in training, the lessons she had been taught by her superiors. 

Looking closer she noticed a marking poking from his collar, a bit of skin texture different than the rest. She moved the loose neckline out of the way and saw she was mistaken. There was a notable neck wound, ringing his entire throat as if he had been strangled. She winced at the marking, remembering her own pain. 

Standing back up she moved over to the control console and retrieved a datapad and bringing it back to the prisoner. She lifted his face up once again and attempted to take a scan of his face only to be met with a shrill tone as the screen displayed OBSTRUCTION DETECTED. Robyn scoffed and rolled her eyes, these cheap imperial toys never worked right. She grabbed on to the cloth obscuring his eyes and lifted it up, only to find nothing, not even eye sockets as it was simply smooth skin. Letting out a hum of surprise she put the cloth back. Grabbing his hand instead she placed his thumb on the touch pad and let the pad get to work searching all available databases for who this survivor could be. 

Suddenly an alert played from the front console, indicating an incoming call. She knew instantly who was trying to contact her. A jolt of fear shot through her, instinctively dropping to a knee and bowing her head as a tall blue hologram appeared before her. Even with her eyes averted, Robyn could feel his eyes boring into her, searching for anything he could use to instill even more fear within her. 

“Report 12th Sister, I expect you have completed your mission?” His cold voice sent chills down her spine, and yet she answered with the truth, knowing that if she lied here, he would respond with double the fury. 

“N-no Grand inquisitor, my attention was pulled away by another target…” She looked up at him, his eyes changing from calm to angered in a fraction of a second, forcing Robyn to spit out her explanation in a mess of words.

“… who turned out to be a survivor of the purge.” Her head shot down, quickly averting her eyes again. She tensed, bracing for him to loudly demand she returned to her assigned task, and threaten destruction as he had done many times before.

“I assume you captured this individual?” He said, a slight tint of intrigue in his voice.

She looked up, quickly rising to address him directly.

“Yes sir, he was attempting to leave the planet, but I was able to catch and subdue him.” Her eyes glancing at the helmet behind him, the crack in the visor reminding her the capture was far from perfect. How she only caught him due to a strange pulling from the force, calling her back to her ship in time to catch the boy trying to sneak aboard.

“I’ll transmit his profile to you now” She grabbed the datapad and quickly sent the information it had found, hoping it was accurate. The Grand Inquisitor’s image reached out of view, retrieving a pad of his own.

“Let us see here, Andime Endari, miraluka male, jedi padawan and aspirant of the…” He paused, the hand he kept always behind his back tensing into a fist in an almost imperceptible movement. But she had become adept at reading his body language, a survival tactic she had picked up as a way to best avoid his wrath.

“…Jedi Temple Guard” saying each word as if he had an individual vendetta against each one. He set the datapad down calmly, seemingly thinking for a moment before turning back to Robyn.

“Good work apprehending this fugitive, but I would like to see this one for myself.”

“Sir?”

“I will send you coordinates for a meeting location, go there and wait for me. Perhaps we can negotiate your place in the Inquisitorius once we have dealt with this one.” She looked up at him in surprise, could a single padawan be worth that much? Robyn bowed her head.

“It will be done”

With a nod from the Pau’an his form blinked away, leaving her alone with the unconscious Miriluka once more. She crouched down in front of him again, asking him a question in the front of her mind.

“What makes you so important?”

Maybe when he wakes up, he can give her an answer.

[puppyeared]

@poicyss SSORRY FOR SHOWING YOU TJIS INTHE MIDDLE OF CLASS DHGDKKFGS

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