#oc: fine

[daemon-in-my-head]

Okay, lemme ramble about my lovely little gremlin for a short while (this is basically a chronological list). Fair warning though canon is a challenge and I intend to win with my '40 years post epilogue, gort never died trash fire of a durgetash bit'.

Suppose I should start simple. His name is Fionnlagh, his nickname Fine, his old alias (yk the one from Gort) is 'Elli/Ellifain'. Atp he goes by Fine. All of these names have meanings cuz I'm insane.

Hes ~200 years old.

Was originally created as a failsafe by Bhaal, in case the original Bhaalspawn fuck up. When yoinking a soul, Bhaal however, did not anticipate this one could fuck up as well.

Speaking of, you remember the throwaway line from Scel in Act 1 regarding a certain bet that is never eluded to? Yeah so I decided Corellon and Bhaal made a bet pertaining a particular stolen elven soul (they are finite after all). The winner is yet to be decided.

Regarding how the gremlin fucked up; got locked away in the Shadow Fell aka Shars domain for a hot century there. Pros; no Bhaal or Scel. Cons; it's the shadowfell.

He's a shadow sorcerer but not by creation. Rather he just acquired that while being exposed to the shadow curse for so long. Titans don't hold up well against curses of higher deities.

He knows the Flymms. He had encounters with one way back before Gortash was even a possibility. He's also not aware Gortash is one of those Flymms.

Upon eventually making his way out of a place that is death and decay in physical form he immediately dipped to Calimshan. Tis where the fucks first met, without knowing obv.

Cue a few decades of cult indoctrination, projecting his dead adopted sister onto Orin and the usual durgetash shenanigans. Except this Durge has a very twisted relationship with Bhaal and worship.

The reason for said relationship is that he remembers. He actually had a nice childhood and adopted family. Until he came of age, which, for elves, happens rather late. He's fully aware of how messed up it is what Bhaal did to him, but he is also his creator.

Shit with Gort is about as messy as you'd assume. He's the first person in over a century who sees him as an individual, a monstrous individual but something greater than just Bhaals creation nonetheless. People stuck in solitude and forced to kill everything they ever adored will quickly ignore all red flags to devote themselves anyway.

Gorts view on him is... Something. It's not soft or lovely, it's something between gaining a rare specimen to study and having someone who understands whatever little remains of your humanity constantly waging a war.

Oh right I should mention the miserable gremlin has a martyr complex. Losing countless people may result in you willingly destroying yourself over harming just another person you don't outright despise. He's exceptionally protective to the point it's nearly possessive.

Massive nerd too. Has ever since loved studying the arcane, medicines and poisons. You gotta know what can heal in order to kill and vice versa. Also comes in handy if you can read draconic script thanks to your Netherese creator.

Have your situationship pick up on your unique skills and absolutely exploit them for the Absolute Plot but go along willingly cuz of aformentioned issues.

Cue some bg3 shenanigans, Bhaalspawn loosing their memories, defying Bhaal but still having this slight flaw of a complex and deciding to spare the obviously horrible person but the person who knows you nonetheless.

Find out that person found you after being brutally tortured and experimented on by a mad necromancer and leaving you for dead.

On top of that find out the only reason you clung to the remains of your awful life and begged a god to spare you just a little longer was for the person that left you for dead.

Decide to leave the city after saving it and wander aimlessly for a few years, thinking a monstrosity such as yourself should've never existed in the first place and that a dull weapon without anyone to wield it is better left to rot.

Get discovered by the Drow you saved and who truly understood you when you couldn't even make sense of yourself and decide to join her cause, if only to repay her.

Develop some sort of closeness with said Drow as you continue to fight in the civil war she instigated for a decade or two. New career branch unlocked; warmonger.

Forget that you're a monstrosity created by a god with weird kinks and accidentally continue a legacy of bloodshed and guilt by means of having a happy little accident with the Drow you've come to like.

Continue to have a mental breakdown over what you've just done and condemned them to while the marks left by wielding a curse, becoming closer to a mortal by defying your godly creator and decades of fighting start to show in your failing body.

Lose the drow. Cut away the thing she adored and lose one eye. Swallow your agony because you still have a singular, precious thing left to protect.

Return to the city and roots you barely remember hell-bent on exploiting them to keep your treasure safe and happy and finding ways to keep the curse gnawing away at you at bay for just long enough to see it through.

Meet the man who accomplished a great deal of his ambitions and grew somewhat restless over the years again. The only man who remembers how you were. The one who loathes you for abandoning him and what you had.

Oh also his adopted family was part of an elven house. A fallen house. A house of traitors who fucked around with Mythals. He does not remember. He goes back to using that name.

And from this point onwards, a lot of shit happens, and all of it is his fault. And he knows. Oh God does he know.

[bearvverine]

me and gang at the haunted house

[beebeedibapbeediboop]

Oh he down bad

She wanted her blood pouch

[sketchytea]

look someone's gotta test the fall damage of this place

[thepixelatedcactus]

flying the original character artist flag with pride

[bynineb]

CHOOSE YOUR FIGHTER II

GERTIE GREENTHUMB

COSMO THE RAY

CROSSING GUARD

MISS BONEALONE

[blackkatdraws2]

[Toon x Mobster] Chapter 1: First encounter.

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Jack Desmond was running under the heavy rain with a bag over his head, as he had given his umbrella to an old lady on his way home. It was an act of generosity that wasn't out of place in the whimsical place of cartoons.

He almost missed the dark shape sprawled out in an alleyway. Nothing too unusual, maybe some ne'er-do-wells or a goofy character caught in some mishap, but somehow, his gut told him that it felt different. Disturbingly out of place.

Faintly, his nose picked up on a worrying scent. Hesitant yet worried, he trudges closer, his shoes being tainted with red as he knelt down beside the dark figure. “Hey, buddy, you alright?” he called out, voice full of concern. His fingers tentatively touched the man’s shoulder.

Jack gasped, pulling his hand back quickly. His fingers were smeared with something deeply red and thick. His brain slowly processes what he's seeing, unbelieving. With the scent being washed down by the heavy rain, he pulls his palm closer to his nose to take a sniff.

His spine crawls and he jolts up, confused eyes shaking yet staying transfixed on the injured person as he stumbles backwards. He takes a closer look at the man's face- or, just his entire self for that matter. Staring back at him was a foreign face twisted into a harsh scowl, unconscious. Deep scars crisscrossed his face, making him look rather villainous.

This guy wasn’t a Toon. The thick dark coat, those scars- the blood. This man was from another Genre, one that didn’t belong in their streets of lighthearted fun.

His eyes caught sight of the gun tucked into the man’s coat, confirming Jack’s fears.

He's a Grim… perhaps a Guktav member?

The Guktav is one of the biggest and most influential criminal syndicates in the Grim genre where this gloomy-looking person probably came from. These men were dangerous, he'd better make a run for it just in case the assailant of this scene was still nearby.

Unsettled and too riddled with uncertainty and fear, he'd planned to just mind his own business and skedaddle… but his foot stayed planted where they stood, eyes transfixed on the wounded Grim man.

The more he stared, the more the puddle of blood spread.

The rain made the blood travel to the soles of his shoes quicker, and Jack’s stomach churned. He’d never seen anything like this before, not in this city. Life here has always been peaceful and non-life threatening despite the slapstick gags of silly violence people were hit with, but this? This wasn’t funny. This sight made his innards twist.

Jack glanced down at his palms, still stained with blood. The rain hadn’t washed it away, no matter how hard it came down. Starting to get a bit dizzy, he slowly starts to walk away.

Authorities… He should go call the authorities.

…

His feet stops not too far away, and the rain comes down harder than before.

"…Oooh-! Applesticks!" Jack curses, turning back with a huff and stomping back towards the man. “This is a bad idea.” He muttered to himself, shaking his head as he bent down again-

Jack's heart nearly leapt out of his chest when the man's gruff hands grabbed unto his arms and pulled him down, bloodshot eyes glaring straight at him. Jack's legs felt weak, his knees buckling and harshly hitting the bloody floor, terrified as the man's stare told him all he needed to know.

Do anything bad and he'd kill him.

The man's eyelids twitched, pupils rolling back. His large body collapsed on top of the smaller man, making Jack stutter as he fell on his bum, unable to balance himself. Jack lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding, staring at the unconscious man lying limp on his stomach, staining Jack's suit with his blood.

Jack Desmond swallows hard, his heart wavering. Should he really do this?

[This chapter has been edited.] _

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[demaparbat-hp]

Hey, Spitfire! Try not to kill your brother ahead of time!

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Looking for Ursa right after being banished had some...wildly unexpected results. One: Zuko actually found her. Two: she wasn't alone. Three: leaving her children behind in order to protect them was, apparently, just something she did.

Looking at the bright side, Zuko now had a three-year-old younger brother to look after. Looking at the dark side, Zuko now had a three-year-old kid he needed to parent while also keeping him a secret from his father because—may Agni help him—the Fire Lord would have to go through Zuko first if he dared to even look at Lu Ten II.

(AKA an AU in which Zuko is a good big brother and doesn't want another kid to grow up like he did.)

[danijaci]

CHILDE X OC COMMISSION (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

[cardo-de-comer]

Oh Lyra, I know you meant no harm

[daemon-in-my-head]

Anyway, progress.

I'll probably do smth else with the gem I'm not sure what yet but probably smth more translucent nd slightly bigger. For my sanity's sake.

[blasphemoushaze]

[gauldframes]

some more ink stuff cause it's been a minute

[elbdot]

New Years Ball

MERRY SHIPMAS and a happy new year everybody!! :D After designing a new Lumineon-based dress for El and barely getting to show it, I simply HAD to draw another piece with the whole dress on display :D And you know. It's been 8 years, what the heck, let's throw Guzma into something fancy for once as well >:) hehehehehehihihihihi...

ALSO there is an exclusive fanfiction to this piece on my Patreon! A special gift for all my Dusk-and Latias-patrons for Christmas :D (especially for the shippers lmao)

Thank you for your continueous support this year, I'm eager to upload new comic updates (and hopefully at a faster pace for once) this upcoming January ;w; Hope you guys had a wonderful holiday!!

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[happi-dreams]

Woahza!! Spongbob critterpants?! (Again?!)

As well as huggy hassleholf

And another art because im insane

[bynineb]

CHOOSE YOUR FIGHTER III

GEMINI

VERMIN KNIGHT

GODDESS OF GARBAGE

MOCHA