#oc: grace

[iwoszareba]

first time designing a nossie

she is beauty she is grace~

[seraph-incarnate]

do not stare at it too hard or u will notice the 1000 mistakes i made 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[rollofleaf]

Wasn't tagged by anyone, but I love this picrew so uuuh, here!

Arueshalae/Hilde, Ethyn/Nyrissa, Minthara/Grace, and Yrliet/Arethousa.

I tried my best with Arue and Nyrissa's hair, and I love how covered in blood I can make Minthara and Grace.

If you see this, consider yourself tagged!

[scourgefrontiers]

this is a little old now (drawn last year) but i forgot to post it so here it is: hero and their family!

i wonder what happened to them...?

[abominandus]

finally. the elusive ocs i blog about sometimes

grace (left, she/her) and maxie (right, he/him) augustine are siblings. neither knew this until very recently. maxie is a trans man and ran away from home in his teens for multiple reasons. instead of looking for him, his parents decided to simply have another child, name her what they named him, and pretend like they never had a first child. their second child is grace.

these versions of them are for my friend vinny (@/goblinkingvinny)’s campaign, where i play grace & maxie is an npc. there’s another campaign where maxie’s the pc and grace is the npc, but that’s for another day! (that campaign also came first lol)

grace is a cleric & barbarian, and gets both strength and rage from her god, a dragon called the red overseer. she tries her best to be the perfect daughter, but nothing seems to be working.

maxie is a rogue & illusion wizard. he is a con-man with a shady past, but a heart of gold when it really comes down to it.

[thethirdvoerman]

goretober day 5 — "behind you"

dying, dying, dead

grace and her archnemesis xavier, the eighth generation sabbat lasombra diablerist, from @ast1lb3's odessa by night chronicle. dude was the boogeyman who was kinda out there committing atrocities that i didn't necessarily care about but it became very much personal when it turned out that he both dated (headcanon) and prepared to eat (canon) grace's dad. both were criminal offenses punishable by death.

[hungry-blue-dragon]

In the little description for Grace, you wrote that its safe to be inside her (unless she has good reason not to keep you safe)

How do you imagine it feels to be safely inside her? Ive thought about slimes a bunch and i arrived at the idea that even tho they are liquid, i prefer if you can breathe inside there somehow; perhaps through some magical kind of osmosis? On a similar note, i also find it fun if the slime gets somewhat into the prey's mouth, so they also get a taste of whoever is tasting them...

Also also, i like to imagine slimes having the ability to change their chemical makeup somewhat, so that sometimes they can touch things harmlessly and other times digest/absorb them; is that the case with Grace as well?

(Sorry if the ask is too long..)

It's basically like floating in a viscous liquid, probably 80-something F in temperature. Breathing starts difficult, but her slime adapts to your lung strength and soon is not much worse than a particularly humid day. You technically don't need to actually breathe; she's perfectly capable of directing air to your body, but basically everyone's body freaks the fuck out if she doesn't let the lungs inflate and collapse normally.

For a similar reason, when she lets people out, their face is usually the last to leave, so she can carefully reintroduce air. Grace usually hides this as either a kiss, sitting on their face, or reaching an arm in - it's all functionally the same (if she wants, you could even just find yourself stuck to a "feather" on her wing until she's detached), so it tends to depend on her mood.

As for the chemical makeup thing, Kahudra is a little more directly magical: her chemical makeup remains the same, and it's how she's conducting her innate magic that determines if what's inside her is going to get turned into slime or just float there for a bit. She finds that even unreasonably violent adventurers can usually be persuaded to talk things out if they watch their recently-yanked-away sword visibly corrode and vanish in a matter of seconds. Sometimes she doesn't even have to bodily restrain them!

[superdummymags]

drew some moms

[breadcrab]

Enough art of bitches just standing around we need to get stylish with it

[thegreatobsesso]

Word find tag (smile, cry, laugh)

Thanks for the tag, @winterandwords​; oof, these are doozies. 😅🤩

smile

Simon POV

“Keys, of course.” Grace held her own up from where it dangled around her neck; the blue stone flashed in the daylight. “What else?” 

Flora still looked unconvinced. “How many are you planning to make?” 

This was the best part. 

Arguably, also the worst part. 

“About five thousand?” he ventured, pressing on through the sound of Ken nearly choking. “Enough for everyone at all six schools to start using them all at once. Imagine: suppression, nationwide, simply stops working, with no explanation. If that doesn’t make a statement, I don’t know what does.” He allowed himself a smile. “No one gets hurt. There’s no war. All that happens is, the world sees we’re not going away. That magic’s insuppressible.” 

Behind him, Callie lashed her magic across the piano from left to right, sending an escalating cacophony of notes tearing through the room before jamming her pinkie finger into the thing’s rightmost key in joyous punctuation.

cry

Callie POV

The magic shifted almost imperceptibly, its taste changed; physical magic like hers, like Peter���s, but frightening in its precision, the way it clung to her muscles and left her brain free to cry in protest as Riley pulled her gently from the bed. 

No, she tried to say. No, no, no. She felt feverish; the robe clung to her clammy skin but whether it was from the bath or her fear, she couldn’t say. Riley took one of Callie’s hands in her own and held it out, away from their bodies; she took Callie’s other hand and placed it on her shoulder, smiling when it stuck there. 

“My mother made me take ballroom dancing lessons when I was a kid. Amazing,” she hummed thoughtfully, low in her throat, “how all that muscle memory sticks with you. Have you ever done it? Nod yes or no.” 

The bonds around her head and neck loosened a fraction but she didn’t use the temporary freedom, refused to give Riley the satisfaction until- 

“I asked you a question,” Riley said softly, her voice laced with a different kind of magic. “Answer me.” 

The answer was no and to her chagrin, her head moved side-to-side to indicate it. Riley smiled - just a hint, a subtle pleasure at a tiny victory. 

Acid rose in her throat and she closed her eyes. Even if she had to feel it, she didn’t have to look. Riley’s hand, soft on her waist; her own feet moving over the tile. Riley led, and she followed. 

laugh

Simon POV

“It isn’t like nothing happened,” he said calmly. “Everything that’s happened is always there, it colors every moment I spend with her, Rich. And so does everything that’s happened since then. I know this sounds trite, but it’s complicated.” 

“Are you fucking her?” 

“What?” 

“You heard me, are you fucking her?” 

“No, I’m not,” he said flatly, amazed at how quickly his brother’s tone changed back - mean and simple again. “And you know what? If I was it’d be none of your business.” 

“I’m just tryin’ to understand how you could be so stupid, bro.” 

“I don’t have to be fucking somebody to show compassion!” 

Rich made a noise on the other end of the line – somewhere between a cough and a laugh, a hard sound that signaled the impending shutdown of the whole conversation.

They weren’t going to fix anything this round. Maybe next time. Maybe not. 

Tagging @harps-for-days, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams, @diphthongsfordays and @cilly-the-writer with the new words fire, water, air, and user’s choice of any word that’s got to do with nature, earth, trees, dirt, or whatever’s in your WIP for the last element :D

[iwoszareba]

since Grace is pretty much normal body type wise i spent a lot of time thinking how she could cover her face and hands while bringing as little attention to herself as possible (so sadly plague doctor mask was a no-no) and then i had to draw it to visualise it properly. to explore further i added two more outfits and it's fun to see her in something that is not strictly functional (taking bets if that shirt pattern + colour will offend local toreadors).

[moremysteriesthantragedies]

Just Charles being extremely bisexual. Don't mind him:

“That detective sure was something, wasn’t he?” Grace said, Charles looking over. “What do you mean?” “He was just so handsome with that chiseled jaw of his, and he was so dark and mysterious.  I’ll miss him,” Grace said with a sigh, but Charles just scoffed.  “If you can get past those crystalline blue eyes and his, admittedly, well cared for hair, you’ll see he’s just some self entitled jerk that points the finger of blame to make himself feel powerful.” “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have a crush too, Charles,” Grace said with a snort. Charles let out a nervous laugh in turn. “D-don’t be silly. That guy hates me.”

Tag list: @perasperaadastrawriting, @caxycreations, @profoundlyhauntedclaws

[wizard-nishkii]

Grace got a redesign for art fight hehe, Shes the warrior queen of the forest, but shes retired. Lady loves her boba

[asirensrage]

Empty Halls to Echo - Part 4/Finale

Title: Empty Halls to Echo - Part 4 Rating: M Pairing: Billy Russo x OC Warnings: Stalking. Obsession. Suggested non-consensual voyeurism. Murder. Potential blackmail. Mention of manipulation. Breaking and entering. Blood. I wasn't kidding about the murder. Summary: Billy plans his next move...and Grace makes hers.

Notes: HEED THE WARNINGS.

previous / masterlist

He’s going to fire her. He has to. He can’t have her working at Anvil when every time he sees her he wants to either bend her over a desk or get her on top of one. So, he’s going to fire her…and have an NDA drafted and ready when he offers to take her out, to take care of her. He doesn’t know what she’s open to, but he’s ready for anything. If he has to pay to keep her, he will. 

Billy tries to think of ways to phrase it, of what will be the right thing to say to get her to agree while he watches her on the security feed. She’s in the same stairwell, and he’s tempted to go and see if she’ll sing but he doesn’t. He’s scheduled a meeting with her this afternoon. He can wait. He just can’t stop thinking of that night. 

It was one of the worst nights of his life, and yet one of the best. He killed Frank. He killed his best friend in order to keep everything around him running. He couldn’t lose that. Not when he just found her. Not when he needs it all to keep her. It was happenstance and luck that had him running into her later that night at a bar. Need for a distraction from the blood on his hands, need for her and to find out if she’d make those same sounds he’s practically memorized drove him and before he could even question it, he had her in his bed. It was better than he could fucking imagine…except the part where she was gone when he woke up.  

He pauses, watching as someone stops her on the stairs. There’s no one else there. Billy’s not stupid. He knows the men he hires. He knows what they’re capable of and this man looks angry. Before he can get moving, to help if the man grabs her, she’s already acting…and shoving him down the stairs. His mouth falls open. There’s no way that was an accident. She was too deliberate. His girl just tried to murder one of his employees. He runs for the stairs. 

He needs to get there before anyone else. 

When Billy arrives, she’s still standing in the same spot, watching the man at the bottom platform. She does not look surprised to see him when she looks at him. 

“He slipped,” she says, her voice deadpan. She’s watching him carefully, as if waiting to see his reaction. He stares back, his chest tightening as want floods him. 

“Is he dead?” he asks.

She glances at the body. “Not yet.”

“Hmm.” It’s too open. He doesn’t think she’d appreciate it if he fucked her where anyone could walk in. Even if it’s so tempting. 

The door below them creaks and he watches as she moves, rushing to the bottom where the body is. Her eyes are suddenly wide and he hears her as she calls for help before the door even opens. She looks like she’s about to start crying as she hurriedly tells the person how the man fell, how she tried to grab him but she couldn’t. He moves down quickly, slipping into business mode as he demands they call an ambulance. She turns, clinging to his chest as her shoulders shake as though she's crying. If he hadn’t witnessed the entire thing, he would think it was legitimate. 

He leads her back to his office once the paramedics are gone. Hand on her waist, he guides her up, trying not to give into the urge to pin her against the wall and take her in plain sight. He doesn’t care. She still has blood on her hands and looks like she’s in shock but he knows better now. He knows it’s a trick, that she’s a better actress then he ever would have believed if he hadn’t seen it for himself. She lets him take her so he does. 

When they’re finally in his office, after the door has closed and he signals his assistant to warn him if the cops show up to ask questions, he kisses her. She doesn’t hesitate to kiss him back, bloody hands on his face as she holds him close. His arm goes around her waist, pulling her tight against him as he moves her back, pressing her back until she hits his desk. He wants more. He wants to take her up against the wall, against the window. Something so he can feel her, give her everything as long as she doesn't leave. She can’t leave. He just saw her kill someone. The man was alive but he wouldn’t be, not for much longer. 

Grace shifts just enough that he can move closer between her legs. He should get her cleaned up. Make sure there’s no blood on either of them. He can’t let go though. He doesn't want to stop kissing her. 

“Billy,” she murmurs, pulling away just enough. It gives him access to her neck and her kisses the skin there, intent on leaving a mark. Something to show that she was taken. That she’s his. 

“Billy,” she says again. He ignores it. He slides a hand up her thigh, revelling in the feel of her skin. She’s so soft. Her hand goes to his hair and she suddenly grips it tight and yanks him back. “It’s time to stop.” 

“Why?”

“Because if we don’t wash the blood, people are going to get suspicious. We’re both covered now.”

He pulls back. It’s true. The blood that was on her hands transferred to his cheeks…and he smeared it on her face and neck as he kissed her. He groans. “Fine. But after–”

“After, we talk,” she agrees. 

He lifts his head and looks at her. “You’re mine,” he tells her. He needs it to be clear. He needs her to know. 

She just grins back. “No, Billy, you’re mine.”

taglist: @raith-way  @arrthurpendragon @veetlegeuse @chickensarentcheap @residentdormouse @endless-oc-creations  @stanshollaand @wordspin-shares @chrissymunson

Billy Russo tag: @wheresthesunshinesblog @muchadoaboutcj

[maladaptive-daydragon]

MY FRIENDS SAID I'M INSANE "THAT GIRL'S A MONSTER, AND SHE'LL CONSUME YOU!" AND SURE ENOUGH CHEWED ME UP AND SPIT ME OUT!

my character for a lancer oneshot my dm's running! none of us have ever played lancer before and i'm super excited to see how everything works :D

[kittipawsart]

redrew a character that i havent drawn since 2020 lol