#oc: grace

[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).

[seraph-incarnate]

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

[nikatyler]

Grace’s Looks ✨

Links

[thegreatobsesso]

Alright, well, first off: I'm still here. I'm not great. As an American person with empathy, I am very, very not okay. My heart hurts. My body is torn up from the aftershock; muscle aches, cystic acne, trouble sleeping, the whole deal. And I don't really have words for that first week. That, um, fathomless sadness and anger and fear that took art away from me. And I'm under no delusions that it's upward from here. I truly haven't read the news since November 6th, and I know when I do, it's gonna hit again. And in January it's gonna hit again. And nobody can possibly guess how many other times it's gonna just... be terrible. Right? To try and process the damage that can happen in four years is... Well. Right now, I'm in a sort of denial and I'm letting that feeling settle in and take root. The brain can't sustain a crisis state for too long, or, maybe my brain can't, and so when it says let's pretend nothing's wrong, I don't have the heart to deny it.

And when art came back - when I was able to engage with it again without what is even the fucking point overwhelming me to an inevitable stopping point - first I did some writing and then I started this, and it has sustained me for days. Being finished with it is a mixed bag of emotions, because it's basically been saving my life. I set out to do something that would take a long time, knowing I needed it, and boy did it ever.

This is all my point-of-view OCs - Electra (/Callie), Eve (/Riley), Simon, Grace, Octavius and Milo. Yes, it's in my magic school, but Delaney can accommodate a couple of normies. And I asked them how they were all feeling and got a range of responses. Electra just wanted to be casting cool magic, Octavius was interested in watching the show, Milo decided to play a tabletop game with Grace, and Eve finally, finally, allowed Simon to comfort her.

I think this is my most personal piece to date; I needed to create a safe space for my OCs to mirror the kinds of spaces we all need to create with the people we love right now. Accepting a wide range of reactions from blissful, hopepunk awakenings to funereal sorrow. This is the epitome of making the art I needed to exist, and it's given my mind a place to go that's not despair, and that means something.

[breadcrab]

One of the big big things I want to do is make some very information-rich reference material for all my "main" ocs so I'm starting with Grace who up until now was feeling very lacking between my vision for her and what pictures exist of her. Now I can better fuel my obsession with annoying ojous

[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!

[sxbxb8]

Grace 🍏 it was for a tiktok collab with my friend with a set pose reference, but it also kinda fits her lore so 🙏🏼

[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!

[iwoszareba]

first time designing a nossie

she is beauty she is grace~

[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

[superdummymags]

drew some moms

[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. 

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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

[breadcrab]

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