#ocs based on real characters

[snipdoodle]

I bought a skirt. I like how it looks.. but I'm embarrassed to go outside with it on.

Should I feel bad that I enjoy wearing this as much as I do? Am I allowed to like wearing it as much as I do? Will everyone judge me?

I want to wear it regardless.

[thinkingabout-girls]

oc drop wow so cool so epic who cheered i did

name pending; they/them. i have a disorder where all my ocs are they/them lesbians

[filurig]

Insane guy popped up in my mind (more info below). going to make more friends of them later...

tussilago is a member of a group of basilisks who call themselves "the flowers", an artist collective of sorts, who took a particular interest in intra-species artistic collaboration, currently in talks with a human artistic collective in stockholm. a big fan of the emerging expressionist movement (which hasn't really been coined as a term yet), tussilago values personal and individual expression in art highly, often combining it with the "shapeform" movement in basilisk culture, an artistic movement investigating how different forms interact with different art forms. their favourite artistic means is through fabric, but gained an interest in painting as well after trying it with humans.

tussilago is... a bit unhinged. they talk before they think, but don't like coming off that way - often ending up saying out of pocket things only to further elaborate into infinity about why they said it and how it truly touched upon something profound underneath the initial outrageous impression it gave off. despite their impulsive nature he does enjoy to ponder esoteric things and can get very philosophical, and isn't actually unintelligent - just a bit... socially impaired!

[m0sspile]

guess who dug up some old ocssssss

these were all supposed to be in shows at some point. maybe I’ll remake them if I’m bored

these are from last year and earlier this year

[zurenie]

some simple sillies before bed

[sparklecarehospital]

Ehem. Scuse me Kneebs, I hate to be bothersome but I have one question in particular.. Who is Beth Ical? I am trying to learn about her after seeing multiple posts about her and seen her in the "You Belong With Me" Animation. Last thing I know is that she use to be Eve's girlfriend... And I am asking... Who she is, who she is based on, and what happened between her and Eve?

Eve's Toyhouse page explains who Beth is under story events (book icon on mobile)! She's Eve's ex. And I never said anywhere that Beth was based on a real person! Even if she was it's a little strange to ask that about an oc that was bad to my self insert, I mean the story is probably personal somehow even if she isn't "based on" a person I knew or something

[demigod-of-the-agni]

A DEVIL REBORN

Happy Halloween!!! A detailed ID will be placed under the cut (it's close to being 1K i could literally post this to Ao3)

p1. ड्याम्म (dyamma) - Nepali for "(feeling) full", "hitting something"

p3. Chutiya - Hindi for "idiot", "moron" and other related insults

p5. க்ரீச் (kreech) - Tamil onomatopoeia describing scraping/screeching sounds

[Extended Image ID: DYAMMA! Slamming his hands on a table, Achanba Okram finds himself in the darkness of his laboratory. He is wearing black clothes and a white lab coat on top, and has a bowl cut with rectangular glasses.

His thoughts whirl within boxes that are coloured gold and are outlined with red; they put a voice to the uneasy feelings Okram knows are stirring inside of him. The thought boxes read:

With Pavitr gone, I finally have time to string my thoughts together. Half-drowned answers bleed out of my pores. Coalescing like some great, abysmal creature of unknown origin.

Bracing his hands against the table, Okram is acutely aware of his body, of the gaping holes in his back that bubble with demonic energy. His thoughts narrate, My body quakes when I begin to question, wracked with paranoia. With dread, as if the idea of what I had to face was unbearable.

The holes in back — four of them, spaced evenly from each other — begin to ooze golden liquid, hot like fire and viscous like tar.

And yet, Okram thinks, I felt it all the same: that crawling, scintillating horror of my reality. Of my tainted flesh and blood. My being here is the work of demonic forces.

Golden arms, fluid yet bony, powered by some otherworldly thing, unravel from the void in his back. They flounder and expand around him, filling the lab with a cold glow. The fingers are tipped with talons, and, if he looked hard enough, Okram swears they are edged with blood.

I died years ago, Okram thinks. I lost my humanity to the fire of the devil's madness. Thus, the question remains: what is the future of Achanba Okram, a DEVIL REBORN?

The lights of the lab suddenly brighten, and Okram hears him before he sees him. His arms register the presence of the other person, immediately unraveling and slipping out of reality. Just outside, Pavitr Prabhakar's voice calls, "HEY, DOCTOR OKRAM! Sorry I'm late! Traffic was abysmal today."

Pavitr's entrance catches Okram by surprise, and he stutters out, "PAVITR?! You- ah- you have one of your shifts today?"

His thoughts reprimand him, You CHUTIYA! Pavitr always has his shifts on Tuesdays!

Pavitr is unaware of Okram's turmoil, sauntering into the laboratory while hefting up a white plastic bag. He's wearing a black and white flannel shirt, and he has circular earrings. Pavitr's eyes are trained on the bag in his hand. He answers Okram's question with, "Yeah, I do. I, uh, got a little hungry along the way (I'm always so hungry)." Pavitr whispers the last part as he lifts the bag up. He continues, "so I went and bought some vada pav, and—"

He suddenly pauses, his eyes locking onto Okram. He can't tell what is going beyond Pavitr's eyes, but the other man's analysing gaze unnerves Okram to a degree beyond description.

(In Pavitr's POV: his Spider-Sense was just triggered. Red and gold squiggly lines emanate from and surround his head in a halo.)

Pavitr lowers the bag slightly in concern. "Uhm," Pavitr says "are you okay, Doctor?"

Dread and fear floods Okram's system. Suddenly he is hyperaware of everything in the room, including the golden arm that has sprouted from his back and was lying on the workbench behind him, right in Pavitr's line of sight.

Play dumb! Okram's mind screams at him. Accordingly, Okram replies, a tad too tightly, "Of course I am, Pavitr! Why wouldn't I be?"

KREECH. The golden arm scrapes its taloned fingers across the table, no doubt giving away its location.

Okram chuckles nervously, sweating almost immediately, at which his mind howls, Not that dumb!

Pavitr narrows his eyes at Okram and at the golden arm on the workbench. "Are those...demonic arms?" he asks Okram, a shadow crossing his face.

(In Pavitr's POV: In the back of his mind, Pavitr sees a vague and faded image forming in response to seeing the arms. He remembers Doctor Octopus, the man with two extra sets of arms who had attacked him many years ago; he was one of the first villains Pavitr fought as Spider-Man. But... Doctor Octopus died a long time ago. Perhaps...?)

"Oh, Doctor..."

Pavitr's gaze softens as he asks, "Are you being haunted by demons? Have you been attacked by them? Why didn't you tell me? I'm so sorry this has been happening to you. I can't imagine how stressful this is for you." A moment, and then, "Do you want to talk about?"

Okram hides his face in his hands, quickly responding, "No, I'm alright, Pavitr."

Pavitr walks forward, placing his bag down and reaching down to place a reassuring hand on Okram's shoulder. "But, Doctor, men of your generation have ignored their mental health for too long."

"Yes, I know," Okram sighs.

"It'll be okay, Doctor," Pavitr promises, "we can figure something out!"

"And what?" Okram asks somewhat sarcastically. "You will be here with me 'every step of the way'?"

"One hundred percent!" Pavitr says.

Behind them, one of Okram's demonic arms reaches out to peer at Pavitr and Okram; if an arm could be happy, it certainly was. The arm is seemingly pleased with Pavitr's helpful and understanding nature. /.End ID]

[spoiledskullz]

Happy Halloween the first

They're walking through a haunt

[southern--downpour]

making fake magazine covers with your oc's is fun

[aliendxde]

started coloring this with the mindset of “im not gonna do the lineart so i might as well add some flats”

…thinking maybe i should’ve done the lineart

[bassicallymaestra]

My Hogwarts Legacy MC ✨Serena Kosmos ✨

[confusedmothboy]

me when i remember i have free will and can make a dungeon meshi oc

never let me cook again

[filurig]

various sketchbook doodles from the final school week for the spring termmm

[puppyeared]

Space girl

[black-ak9]

Hiiii Do you have an OC?

Yess I did a poorly done redesign

It's my version of Renfield like in Dracula's book

His name is Jack after the doctor who owns the asylum.

Renfield because he is obsessed with immortality, Dracula, vampires, narcotics, flies and spiders

Flies & spiders yumm

He has scars, because in his psychotic episodes he becomes somewhat violent

And there are more things but this is all for now.

[chloedoesart]

"Dr. Nickolas Juniper, but please, call me Nick."

With all of the Gravity Falls hype, I figured there would be no better time then the present to introduce my Ford Pines expy that I play in Toonkind D&D!

He is an Order of the Awakened Monk with strange hands (that have 5 fingers so that it's not a direct rip-off, I know I know, tragic) that seem to be made of toon ink, despite the rest of him being genetically Reelkind. He has claws can use to defend himself, as well as to write in his journal, since they're made of ink!

His journal often gives him hints about his current situation and seems to almost predict the future, although he isn't quite sure how. His life goal is to investigate the Toonkind race and the unique abilities they possess that make them unlike any other race in the world. Along the way, he finds himself drawn to odd creatures and anomalies at every turn. He has too many PhDs to count and I love him with my whole heart.