#offbeat's ocs

[offbeat03]

Yo, I have ocs and they're both Sapphic trains teehee

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

something about SPLITTING YOURSELF IN TWO. something about BEING SOMEONE WHO YOU'RE NOT when you can barely be WHO YOU ARE.

halfbeat version of the gif and also some stills under the cut

[agnerd-bot]

Fate Fanservant: The Morris Worm, Destroyer of the Internet

Ascension Stages:

First Stage: The Morris Worm takes the form of a young woman dressed in ragged pink prisoner’s clothes. A worn pilot’s jacket rests on her shoulders, and on the top of her head is a pair of broken and cracked goggles. Broken cuffs are on her arms and legs, but she offers the player an uneasy smile.

Second Stage: [REDACTED]

Final Stage: [REDACTED]

[eli-little-workshop]

Disco dance trend with my two current sillies!!

[petite-pearlgirl]

☆Some of my books 📚 ☆

[anoffbeatalbatross]

I am not prepared for anything other than a nap

[ashistrash580]

i coloured an old sketch i did of @moonsscared's oc cyan :) (not my oc!!)

she's one of my favourite moon characters, which there are heaps of! would definitely recommend checking out their work and her webtoon comic, offbeat! (which features cyan!).

[cecilysass]

Y’all, I am really enjoying this odd, wildly creative WIP X-Tropy. It kind of reminds me of old school fic from back in the days when XF fic in general was more into offbeat sci fi plots. Strong writing, well-developed OCs … and I really think it’s going to be MSR, even though the “major character death” premise would seem to rule that out lol. (Don’t let that tag put you off. All sorts of things are possible in this fic.) It’s riffing on Tithonus and Scully’s immortality.

Give it a try if you have a chance — I think more people should check it out. Author updates everyday. No clue what’s going to happen, but it’s so fun.

[deletarius-draws]

Memaella 'Star-Shattered' Axia

A portrait piece of Memaella and her personal assigned pixie, Sparknix. This is a oc of mine from the originally created Feywild world of Rubellyn of the Forgotten Realms. A separate realm in which her story and many others take place. She has little relation to Solus Aximand, my Tav from my Baldur's Gate 3 playthrough, but he is part of their lineage. Memaella does know Solus' father Lucaulrhus Aximand, whom I'll cover more on whenever I have more on him. But for now, here is some character lore, ending with a bit of dialogue for Memaella.

(You have my sincerest and humblest thanks for reading or just glancing at the illustrations.)

Memaella ‘Star-Shattered’ Axia – An albino Axia, wielding her golden great axe with green gems crested within and maroon wrapping decorated with gold accent embroidery. She is often said by Jhulqira himself to be one of his proudest projects and successful specimens, her pain was one of his most memorable pleasures. Often stating, “Ah Memaella…She was exquisite indeed. Now, she is perfect.” 

 Memaella was born into a respected Aelvaren family known for their valor and dedication within the Astral Spaces and Rubellyn Feywild. From a young age, she exhibited an unyielding determination and an uncanny knack for combat, quickly rising through the ranks as a soldier. Driven by a desire to protect her people and prove her worth, Memaella volunteered for the Aximand Axia project. She entered the process with optimism, excitement and bravery, ready to face any trial. Her past as an Aelvaren soldier is marked by countless battles and sacrifices. 

Transformation and trials - During the mind-scraping process overseen by Jhulqira, Memaella’s psyche was irreversibly shattered. Her mind, already tested by countless battles, succumbed to the brutal treatment. Yet, unlike the others, her spirit remained unbroken. She continued to press forward, driven by an inner fire that refused to be extinguished. The trials left her with an offbeat, cracked psyche. Her unpredictability and the sense of whimsy mixed with an edge of madness earned her the moniker, ‘Star-Shattered’. The stars in Aelvaren high elf culture representing the minds of the many. Despite – or perhaps because of her fractured mind, she emerged as one of the most formidable warriors of the Axi warriors. Even with the permanent mental scars of Jhulqira’s mind-scraping, Memaella’s determination to protect her people and her realm never wavered. 

Her transformation into an Axi warrior was painful, physically and mentally taxing, but her spirit remained indomitable. Her quaint, fractured mind became both her strength and her shield, allowing her to embrace the madness and turn it into a weapon. 

Memaella’s skin is of pale ivory, with reddish flushed joints, cheeks and rosy nose on a freckled face. Her gold-blond coiled hair is streaked with white stress strands. Her slightly slanted, vibrant silver eyes with a hint of blue, wears a wide and crazed grin or widely closed smile. Her ears chipped from past battles, sporting abnormally sharp canine teeth. These characteristics add to her intimidating and demoralizing presence on the battlefield for the opposition. 

Memaella is taller and leaner than other Axia, with muscle fibers that are among the most adaptive, enhanced and hardened quirks of her anatomy. Despite her lanky stature, she moves with an almost maniacal precise and rapid grace, making her a fierce and unpredictable fighter.  

Combat Style – Memaella wields her golden great axe with green gems encrusted within and maroon wrapping decorated with gold accent embroidery. Her combat style is a blend of whimsy and hyper amusement, mixed with a menacing grin that demoralizes enemies. 

Her occasional clever taunts mid-fight, along with her maniacal grace, serve to psych out her adversaries. She is known to laugh and jest even in the heat of battle, unnerving foes, giving her a psychological edge. 

Memaella’s Interaction with Sparknix 

Memaella’s pixie companion, named ‘Sparknix’, mirrors her wild and crazy nature. Sparknix is a tiny whirlwind of chaos, with a name that reflects her electric personality and penchant for causing sparks of both trouble and amusement. Sparknix acts as a wild card and ability buff support familiar for Memaella, constantly recharging Memaella’s Alkanine essence, amplifying her damage output. Sparknix can also stun enemies by electrocuting them, placing a status effect that shocks them over time. Sparknix is a nuisance in battle for their adversaries, acting as a distraction zipping, zapping and giggling across the battlefield. 

Sparknix: “Did you see the look on that Ogre’s face? I swear, he almost wet himself!” 

Memaella: “He did more than that. I Think he might have lost his lunch too with all the viscera leaking from his belly. 

Sparknix: “Oh, we do make a delightful mess. Onwards, to the next Victim – I mean, Target!” 

Memaella’s Interaction with other Feywild Allies 

Memaella’s interactions with other members of the Feywild alliance are marked by a playful respect. Her eccentric nature and fractured mind are both a source of amusement and inspiration for her allies. 

Dryad Ally: *Light giggles* “Memaella, your laughter is infectious. It brings a strange comfort in these dark times.” 

Memaella: “Laughter is the one of the best weapons, my dear Dryad. And if that doesn’t work, there’s always the axe!”

[gertritude-art]

just wanted to say you are a huge inspiration when you post about your games and OCs! the way you blend humor with deeper and personal themes is refreshing and unique to me and i just love to see your journey as an artist.

Thank you so much! It feels like every year, I get better and better at telling the stories I want to put out into the world. I hope you are excited to see more of my offbeat stuff in the future, because there is more to come :^)

[offbeat03]

Actual new art that I recently made rn :]

[actuallysaiyan]

I Still Want You Around(Masterlist)

Meet Karin Futaki, a nineteen year old who's failed her entrance exam and lives in an aging boarding house with little to no drive to make her life better. While kindhearted, Karin allows herself to be taken advantage by the offbeat tenants of Maison Azimu. In walks in Kento Nanami, the new manager of the house and a widower. Is this the new love of her life or will someone else try to take advantage of the newly widowed man?

pairing: Nanami Kento x Fem!OC

The Meet-Cute(Part I) Karin is fed up with living at Maison Azimu, and she wants to leave when her flatmates go a little too far. Everything changes when she meets the new manager, Kento Nanami. He's a like a dream come true to her. Mr. Ide offers the idea to throw a party to celebrate his homecoming, to which Karin begrudgingly accepts.

The Peeping Rōnin(Part II) With the party planned for the new manager, the new tenants begin to wonder what he'll do to help fix up the old house. Kimiko makes Kento believe terrible things about our poor Rōnin. The party begins, leaving poor Karin nowhere to go as they take control of her room. Kento confesses something to Karin, making her realize they are more alike than previously thought. Kindred spirits, perhaps.

a/n: Here it is! The amazing Maison Ikkoku x JJK fic! This is dedicated to @beneathstarryskies, who really helped me be inspired to post this fic! The picture of Karin was made by a picrew by @kureihii There will be a taglist, please comment if you'd like to be tagged!

[marleyelona]

Mending the Rift

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Synopsis

HAPPY x OC had a fight and he wants to make up for it by surprising her with a little camping trip to the outskirts of Charming, which is something they love to do.

BEFORE CONTINUING, PLEASE READ: I've never written for Happy before, and I don't really know his character all that well, so if I wrote him completely wrong, I am so sorry.

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ : Smut will appear at the end of this chapter.

MENDING THE RIFT | (meet the oc)

EVELYN "EVE" BLACKWOOD

(KRYSTEN RITTER)

THE QUIRKY GOTH

Age: 27

Appearance:

Eve has long, jet-black hair, often styled in loose waves or in a messy bun, which often displays dyed streaks in vibrant colours like purple or blue.

Eve has dark brown, almost black eyes that carry a hint of mystery and depth within them. Often accentuated with heavy eyeliner and dark eyeshadow that goes well with her smooth porcelain-like complexion.

Eve is slim and petite, standing at 5'4". She has a few tattoos, including a prominent one of a raven on her left forearm and a crescent moon behind her right ear.

Eve is often described as the quirky goth from many of her friends. Her style could be described as gothic with a modern twist. She frequently wears black lace dresses, leather jackets, band t-shirts, ripped jeans, and combat boots. Her accessories usually include silver jewellery with occult symbols, chokers, and various rings.

Personality:

Eve has a unique and unconventional sense of humour, often finding amusement in dark or offbeat topics. She’s known for her witty and sometimes sarcastic remarks.

Eve is also highly intelligent, which comes from her love for reading and learning. She enjoys delving into the occult, mythology, and gothic literature.

Eve describes herself as a artist at heart. She enjoys painting, drawing, and crafting. Her creativity also extends to her fashion sense and the way she decorates her living spaces.

Despite her tough exterior, Eve is deeply caring and empathetic, always there to offer a listening ear to her friends and family. She is also fiercely loyal to the ones she loves.

Eve is strong-willed and independent. She values her independence and isn’t afraid to stand up for herself and others. She has a rebellious streak and dislikes being told what to do.

Backstory:

Eve grew up in a small town, feeling like an outsider due to her unconventional interests and style. She often found solace in books and art, developing a love for gothic culture and the occult.

She has a complicated relationship with her family, who never quite understood her. Despite this, she maintains a distant but respectful connection with them.

Eve works as a tattoo artist, a job that allows her to express her creativity and connect with like-minded individuals. She also sells her artwork online and at local fairs.

Relationship with Happy Lowman:

Eve met Happy at a local bar not long after he patched over to SAMCRO. Their initial connection was sparked by a mutual appreciation for dark humour and a shared sense of alienation from mainstream society. They have now been together for three years.

Their relationship is passionate and intense, marked by strong emotions and occasional conflicts. Despite their age difference, they share a deep bond and understanding. Happy’s rough exterior and Eve’s quirky personality complement each other in unexpected ways.

But like most couples, they occasionally clash due to their strong personalities and different coping mechanisms. However, they always find a way to reconcile, often through heartfelt gestures.

MENDING THE RIFT

THE EARLY MORNING SUN FILTERED THROUGH THE THIN CURTAINS OF THE SMALL BEDROOM, casting a warm, golden hue on the rumpled sheets where Eve lay alone. She was curled up under the covers, her raven-black hair splayed across the pillow, eyes red-rimmed and puffy from a sleepless night. The argument with Happy had been fierce, their words sharp and cutting, leaving emotional wounds.

Eve paced back and forth, her combat boots thudding against the wooden floor. Happy stood by the kitchen counter, his arms crossed, his face an impassive mask that displayed the storm brewing inside him.

"You can't just shut me out every time things get tough, Happy," Eve said, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and hurt. "I know the club is important, but I'm here too. I deserve to know what's going on."

Happy's jaw tightened, "It's not your business, Eve. Club matters stay within the club. You know that."

"Don't give me that crap!" she snapped, stopping in her tracks to glare at him. "I'm not asking for details. I'm asking for you to talk to me. To let me in. You can't keep treating me like some outsider."

"I do it to protect you," Happy replied, his voice low and measured. "You don't understand the shit we deal with. It's better if you don't know."

Eve threw up her hands in frustration, "That's the problem, Hap!" You think you can protect me by keeping me in the dark, but all it does is push me away. I love you, and I want to be there for you, but I can't if you keep shutting me out."

Happy’s eyes flashed with anger, "You think it's easy for me?! To balance everything?! I’ve got enough on my plate without worrying about you getting caught up in it."

"So, what am I then?" Eve challenged, stepping closer. "Just another thing on your plate? Something to be managed?!"

"No, that’s not what I meant," Happy said, his voice rising. "But this life…it's dangerous, baby. And I won’t risk you getting hurt because of it."

"I'm already in it, Happy!" she shouted, tears of frustration welling in her eyes. "You brought me into your world, and now you want to lock me out? That's not how this works."

The room fell silent, the only sound the ticking of the clock on the wall. Happy took a deep breath, trying to rein in his temper, "I never wanted to hurt you, Eve. But sometimes, it's better if you don't know everything. For your own safety."

Eve shook her head, wiping away the single tear that fell, "You don't get it, do you? I don't need you to protect me from everything. I need you to trust me. To let me be a part of your life, all of it, not just the parts you think are safe."

Happy looked at her, the realisation of her words sinking in. He opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't find the right words. Instead, he turned away, his fists clenching at his sides, "I'm going out," he said finally, his voice cold and distant. "I need some air."

Eve watched him go, the door slamming behind him with a finality that made her heart ache. She sank onto the couch, burying her face in her hands, feeling the weight of their unresolved issues pressing down on her.

Eve stretched, reaching out instinctively, only to find the space beside her cold and empty. A pang of worry mixed with residual anger from the night before settled in her chest.

Rubbing her eyes, she sat up and glanced around the room, their fight replaying on repeat in her mind, leaving her feeling both frustrated and guilty. She slipped out of bed, the cool floorboards chilling her bare feet as she made her way to the living room.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, leading her to the kitchen. There, she found Happy, his back to her, his movements slow as he made himself a cup of coffee. The sight of the couch with its rumpled sheets and pillows tugged at her heart.

"You didn't come to bed last night," she said softly.

Happy turned, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes, "I didn't think I was welcome," he replied, his tone flat but laced with regret.

Eve crossed her arms over her chest, a mix of anger and sorrow in her expression, "I don't care how mad I am at you," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "I still rather have you next to me than tossing and turning on that thing," she said, pointing to the couch, and Happy's gaze followed, lingering on the makeshift bed he had used.

"I'm sorry for what I said last night," he said, his voice sincere and raw. "I didn't mean it. I was just...frustrated, and I took it out on you. That's wasn't fair."

Eve sighed, her shoulders relaxing a bit as she took a step closer, her eyes softening, "I know this life isn't easy, Happy. But we need to find a way to communicate better. I can't keep feeling like I'm on the outside looking in."

Happy nodded, setting his coffee cup down and taking a deep breath, "You're right. And I want to make it up to you. I know we haven't had much time for us lately, and I want to change that."

Eve shot him a tight-lipped smile, almost like she didn't believe the words coming out of his mouth, "So you keep saying. But everything still stays the same," she said sadly, a raw vulnerability in her voice.

Happy sighed, a sad smile crossing his lips as he notcied the unshed tears welling in his old lady's eyes as her gaze found the kitchen counter, "Go get dressed. We're going out," he declared.

Eve frowned slightly, "Hap, I don't really feel like going out right now."

Happy sighed, stepping closer and taking her hands in his, "Please, baby. I promise you're gonna like it. Just let me make it up to you."

She studied his face, seeing the sincerity and hope in his eyes. With a soft sigh, she nodded, "Okay."

The slightest smile tugged at the corners of Happy's lips as Eve left the room, "Bring a change of clothes!" he called after her.

Eve paused at the bottom of the stairs, turning to look at him with a raised eyebrow, "Are you going to tell me where we're going?"

Happy's smile widened into a playful grin, "That would ruin the surprise, wouldn't it?"

Eve groaned in annoyance, making Happy chuckle. As she made her way upstairs to get ready, the tension of the previous night began to fade away, replaced by a sense of anticipation and excitement.

As Eve got dressed, her curiosity mingled with excitement. Whatever Happy had planned, she knew it came from a genuine place of wanting to make things right. She quickly packed a small bag with a change of clothes, wondering what kind of adventure awaited them.

Downstairs, Happy finished his coffee, his mind already on the road ahead. He wanted to show Eve that he was serious about making amends, about finding their way back to each other. And he hoped that this surprise trip would be the first step in mending the rift between them.

☆ 《 》 ¤

The drive out of Charming was quiet but not uncomfortable. The tension from the night before seemed to melt away with each mile they put between them and the town. Happy kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting on Eve’s knee, a silent gesture of reassurance. Eve looked out the window, the familiar landscape bringing back a flood of memories from their early days together.

It wasn’t long before they reached the outskirts of Charming, where the dense forest stretched out like an emerald sea. Happy turned onto a dirt road, the tires crunching over gravel as they made their way deeper into the woods. The trees grew taller and closer together, creating a canopy that filtered the sunlight into soft, dappled patches.

“Remember this place?” Happy asked, glancing over at Eve with a small smile.

Eve nodded, her eyes lighting up, “Of course I do. We used to come here all the time.”

Happy pulled the truck to a stop in a small clearing, cutting the engine and stepping out. He moved to the back of the truck, unloading the camping gear while Eve stretched her legs and took in the surroundings. The air was crisp and fresh, carrying the earthy scent of pine and damp soil.

“This spot looks exactly the same,” Eve remarked, a nostalgic smile on her lips. “I can’t believe it’s been so long since we last came here.”

Happy set up the tent with practiced ease, his movements efficient and precise, “Yeah, too long,” he agreed. “I figured it was about time we changed that.”

Eve helped unpack the rest of their gear, setting up a small camping stove and laying out their sleeping bags inside the tent. The familiarity of the routine brought a sense of comfort, the act of working together rekindling the connection they had always shared.

Happy spread out a blanket and pulled out a small cooler, "I thought we could have a picnic," he said, a bit shyly. "I got your favorite - PB&J and those weird vegan chips you like."

Eve laughed, a sound that warmed Happy's heart, "You really do know me," she teased, sitting down on the blanket and patting the spot next to her.

They ate in comfortable silence, the peaceful surroundings helping to heal the emotional wounds from the night prior. After they finished, Eve leaned back on her elbows, gazing up at the sky, "I missed this," she said softly. "Being out here with you."

"Me too," Happy agreed, lying down beside her. He reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers. "I'm sorry I messed things up, babe. I just...I get scared sometimes. Of losing you."

"You won't lose me," she replied, squeezing his hand. "We just need to talk more. Like really talk."

Happy nodded understandingly, "I promise I'll try," he said. "I'll do better, baby."

They laid there for a while, listening to the sounds of the nature that surrounded them, feeling every bit of tension melt away, and eventually, Eve rolled onto her side, propping her head up with one hand, "So, what now? Any more surprises?"

Happy grinned, reaching into the cooler again, "Actually, yeah. I brought marshmallows for a campfire. Thought we could make some s'mores tonight."

Eve's eyes lit up, "You remembered!" she exclaimed. "I love s'mores."

"I know," Happy said, his grin widening. "And I love you."

Eve leaned over and kissed him, a sweet, lingering kiss that promised better days ahead, "I love you too, Hap. Forever more."

They spent the rest of the day reminiscing, sharing stories and laughter as the stars began to twinkle above them. The connection they had forged in the beginning, built on shared experiences and deep understanding, felt stronger than ever.

As their makeshift fire died down, casting long shadows through the forest, the energy between them shifted. Happy’s gaze lingered on Eve, his eyes darkening with desire. Eve felt a familiar heat rising within her, her breath quickening.

Without a word, Happy moved closer, his hand cupping Eve’s cheek as he leaned in to kiss her. The kiss was slow and tender at first, but quickly deepened as their need for each other took over. Eve cupped the sides of Happy's neck, pulling him closer as the world around them faded away.

Happy’s hands roamed over her body, pulling her into his lap as their kisses grew more urgent. Eve could feel his heart pounding against his chest, mirroring Eve's racing pulse. Eve moaned softly as his lips trailed down her neck, sending shivers of pleasure through her.

“Eve,” Happy murmured against her skin, his voice rough with desire. “I need you.”

“Then take what's yours,” Eve whispered, her own need evident in her voice.

With a growl, Happy stood, lifting her effortlessly with her legs wrapped around his waist, and her arms secured around his neck, Eve wasted no time capturing his lips with her own, the kiss was far from gentle as their tongues danced together in a fiery tango. Happy's hands slowly moved down her hips, before finding her ass and giving her cheeks a hard slap, which echoed through the trees, causing a squeal to leave his girlfriend's lips as his strong hands squeezed her ass-cheeks so tightly, she knew she now had big red hand prints on her butt.

Carrying her into the tent, their lips never parted, he laid her down on the sleeping bag, his body pressing against hers as he deepened the kiss. Eve’s hands roamed over his back, a hiss leaving his lips as her nails dug into his skin. Eve could feel the tension in his muscles as he struggled to control his predatory instincts.

Clothes were discarded in a flurry of movement, their skin finally meeting in a heated embrace. Happy’s touch was both gentle and demanding, his fingers tracing every curve and contour of her body as if trying to memorise her.

His lips then moved down her face and neck as he reached her chest, he started to squeeze her breast in his hands. With practiced ease, he unclipped her bra and tossed it over his shoulder.

Breathless moans escaped the raven-haired girl's lips as she felt her nipples harden when Happy's lips easily wrapped themselves around them. Eve could feel her panties dampen, her skin flushed as he started to flick them with his tongue, making her squeeze her legs together, her head snapping back in pure pleasure.

A animal like growl escaped the back of Happy's throat as his lips moved down her body, finding her pelvis, and immediately grabbing hold of Eve's black lace panties and pulling them off, catching her attention. She assisted by lifting up her bum so he could easily remove them. The soft material sliding down her legs sent pleasure tingles down her spine.

Happy stood up, removing his boxer briefs and kicking them aside, Eve wasted no time cupping his neck and pulling him on top of her, their lips colliding once more.

Eve moaned at the feeling of Happy's hard boner poking her very sensitive area. Her moans got louder and more frequent when his lips were once again travelling down her petite frame.

"Spread your legs," he ordered, his voice demanding and husk. "I want to see that pretty pussy."

Eve didn't agrue and immediately followed her boyfriend's demand.

Happy lay himself down on his stomach, his face positioned between his girl's outstretched legs, gripping her thighs tightly as he pulled her closer.

A gasped escaped Eve's lips as Happy's tongue slid inside of her very juicy pussy. A raspy hum of delight left his lips as he ate her out, his tongue flicking her clit, causing her breathing to pick up, her moans catching in her throat as she tugged at her own hair, her toes curling at the feeling of pleasurable shivers running up her spine. 

Eve whined when Happy pulled back, a cheeky smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, "Happy, please, don't stop," she pouted like a five year old who was told she couldn't have ice cream for dinner.

Happy tilted his head to the side, seemingly amused as he watched her squeeze her legs together, thrusting her hips slightly, desperate to feel any kind of friction.

"You better fuck me right now, Hap, or I'll take care of myself," she said, trying to sound demanding, but it only came out as a desperate whine.

"Go on then," he said, unaffected, motioning for her to do so. "I'd bet you'd love it. Get off on me watching you pleasure yourself, you dirty girl," he said as his eyes and tone darkened with lust.

"You want to see your dirty girl touch herself? Hmm...?" she whispered seductively as she started to gently caress her thighs.

Happy watched her closely, his smirk widening, but as her fingers moved closer to her folds, Happy lunged forward with a growl, pinning her wrist above her head, eliciting a cheeky giggle from the girl.

"What's wrong?" She tilted her head to the side, feigning confusion.

"That's my job," he hissed in her face.

"Ooh..." she said, a lustful glint in her eyes as she bit into he lower lip. "Then take care of me, baby. The way only you know how."

That same growl left his lips as Happy placed himself on top of the love of his life, kissing her lips with a hungry desire as he positioned himself at her folds.

Eve’s breath hitched as he entered her, his body moving in a rhythm that spoke of years of experience. Eve's legs then wrapped around his waist, moving her hips along with his with uncontrollable passion.

They made love with animal like intensity, each touch and kiss fuelled by pure hunger and need.

Eve gasped as Happy's hand wrapped around her neck, before he captured her lips in a wet and agressive kiss, his teeth piercing into her bottom lip, drawing a small amount of blood as he pulled back, "I want to hear you, baby. Come on, I want to hear you scream," he grunted as his thrust got harder. "Say my name! I want everyone to know who's fucking your tight pussy."

Eve's breathing picked up as her loud moans echoed through the trees, "Fuck, Happy! Harder!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

This boosted Happy's ego as he quickened his pace, "You look so beautiful under me, taking my cock like the good little slut you are. What are you, baby?"

A whimpering moan slipped from Eve's lips as her head continuously whipped from side to side as she tugged at her own hair, feeling Happy hit her g-spot hard, over and over again, "I'm your good little slut," she croaked as Happy's grip on her neck tightened.

"That's right," he seethed, his hand moving to grip her face as he pulled her into a hungry kiss, making sure to stick his tongue down her throat, not bothering to ask for permisson. He could taste the linger flavour of Eve's metalic blood on his tongue, which only fuelled his desire more. "You're all mine," he murmured on her lips, a sinister smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "This pussy belongs to me. You understand me?"

Eve lifted her head, cupping her man's face with both hands, "I'm all yours," she whispered, before placing a lingering kiss on his lips.

"I want you to come with me, okay?" he breathed out, his chest starting to heave as he rested his forehead on hers.

All Eve could manage was a nod as she felt herself clench even tighter around him. Reaching down, she started to rub her clit to help herself reach her release that much quicker.

"That's right, baby," he whispered, his rhythm was smooth but affective. "Touch yourself. Get yourself nice and wet for my cock." A grunt left Happy's lips as he felt her pussy clench around him even more. "So fucking tight," he said, unable to help the moan that slipped from his lips. "I'm close, baby, so fucking close."

Eve moaned sweetly, biting her bottom lip, "Me too."

"Yeah?" Happy grunted, his pace firecely quickening.

"Ah-ah," Eve nodded, unable to form words as her whole body heated up. "F-Fuck, H-Hap!" she screamed, feeling her release approaching.

"You ready?" Happy asked, knowing his was not far off.

"Please, baby," she whimpered as she tried desperately to hold it.

"Let it go, baby," and as soon as those words left Happy's lips, they both reached their peak, leaving them breathless but satisfied. "Fuck, you are such a good girl," he breathed out, keeping himself pressed inside her, feeling his load leaking out of her, before bringing her in for one last kiss, and dropping down beside her.

And as they lay entwined in the sleeping bag, their bodies still humming with the afterglow of their lovemaking. Happy pulled Eve close, his lips pressing against her forehead in a tender kiss, before he simply looked into her eyes, caressing her cheek ever so softly, “Marry me?” he whispered, his voice filled with so much love and affection for this woman beside him.

A/N: @samcrosfaith I thoroughly enjoyed writing Eve, so if you want me to write more one shots with her and Happy, or even another pairing, let me know. But I do hope you enjoyed this, and I hope I did Happy and your OC justice.

[littleplasticrat]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by the lovely @coreene and thought I'd share a little bit of the smut fic I've been writing this week. This section is Haarlep x F!Tav and is lightly suggestive.

The first thing Tav noticed when Haarlep came through the door was the fussy little bag hanging over the incubus’s bare shoulder. Although the ornate runework inscribed on the leather matched his usual underwear (did he ever put on clothes?), the effect was offbeat. And when it came to Haarlep, offbeat was unsettling.

“Is that your new bag, Haarlep?”

The incubus stretched himself luxuriously against the doorframe and gave her a theatrical pout. “No pockets, little mouse,” he said, running a hand down his unclothed flank.

Tav relaxed back into the sofa, which was deep and soft, befitting the kinds of visitors to the House of Hope who might wait in this room while Helsik opened the portal next door.

“Ever heard of nature’s pocket?” she asked, her eyes lingering on his rump for emphasis. It was the kind of joke that Raphael would sneer at, but Haarlep would like it. Wouldn't he?

Haarlep tilted his chin downwards and eyeballed her as he began to snicker. Tav met his yellow gaze and started chuckling. Although his smile was widening, the mirth was seeping out of Haarlep’s laugh at an alarming rate. Tav’s pulse rate began to pick up with anxiety, and then it spiked when the incubus lunged at her suddenly. Her hands came up to try to stop her attacker with an eldritch blast, but she was too slow; she found herself pinned with Haarlep straddling her, a faintly salty finger pressing down on her tongue.

“We’re having fun,” instructed Haarlep. “Lower your hands.” She could feel his thick tail flicking slowly back and forth over her knees. Her hands came down, each finding a warm, leathery thigh. The muscles were hard. He was heavy on her lap.

I just want the big red slut to sit on me, OK?

Tagging @magedanger (thanks for the OC music/fit tag today mate!), @flamemittens, @pentuppen and @omgkalyppso

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edit: im actually really into this list. and how dalian's list is big hearted characters who want more. and sybil's are just a bunch of weird little freaks with poor impulse control 345643

i mean it's more to both than that but roflmao.

oc as characters

I was tagged by @grapecaseschoices to take this quiz and answer with my ocs in mind. So this time I just choose the ones which I didn't use in the music tag lol

Dalian:

Sybil:

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Ramone!!

This is, naturally, a general sentiment for ALL of your blogs rather than just your multi. I LOVE your offbeat FC choices! Sure, you have one here or there that's more "normal," but by and in large you bring a lot of interesting facial features, ages, body types, and gender identities to the RPC that is absolutely excellent to see. My favorite thing about the "I cooked with this new idea" DMs I get is seeing the aesthetic choices you made to bring the new OC (or twist on a canon!) to life. I hope you take pride in knowing that this is noticed and makes you stand out in a great way!

I love the care you put into describing your character's body language, even in replies that are more "static" without too much physical movement going on. It sets a scene in a very theatrical way, and it always encourages me to reply in kind. It's such a small thing, but you pick up on interesting details that keep me engaged while I read the reply and these things very much keep me locked in. It's impressive, and I hope you never stop!

As for you? You're hilarious, you're brilliantly creative, and you're the person I KNOW I can send that kind of off-kilter joke to without any worry about judgement every time LMAO. I appreciate your stories and view about Gender Things and Sexuality Things, as someone else on the fringes/not quite Neatly in the Traditional labels (tm, patent pending). You understand the nuances and it is a relief to have someone else around who I can bring it all to and know you'll understand. I'm very thankful we met, and that we can on occasion be judgy bitches together when the time is right for it. ❤️

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