#offbeat's ocs

[offbeat03]

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

[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]

[somelegobird]

doin' my little dancy dance

HRNAGHF SPARKBIRD

[eli-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.

[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!

[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 :]

[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

[marleyelona]

Mending the Rift

REQUESTED BY: @samcrosfaith

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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.

[grapecaseschoices]

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:

[nostalgiachan]

I totally didn't realize I didn't post these guys after they were done almost a year ago, but we're back on the 100 OC Challenge train!

As always, new designs up top, old below, and character info below the cut.

#61: Sirno Idea: Queen of the BONE ZONE Story: Dragon Tavern

Sirno is easily the least developed of the Seekers, and quite possibly the least developed out of all of the Dragon Tavern characters period. Seriously, I never got her beyond "She's a Bone Lord," even with the 2016 redesigns. Luckily, the Idea Machine got chugging while I was working on this sketch.

Growing up, Sirno was a military brat; both of her parents were enlisted in the Deadlands military, and her father became a recruiter after his first tour through the swamps. Thanks to them moving between garrisons every few years, Sirno was frequently a new kid in town, so it was difficult for her to make friends and nearly impossible to keep them. On top of that, thanks to her permanent new-kid status, her offbeat looks, her imposing height even at a young age and her quiet nature, she was frequently the target of bullying; she particularly remembers kids either asking her out or trying to set up their friends with her as a joke. Eventually, once she reached adolescence, if anyone approached and asked her to "say something funny" or if she wanted to go to the ball that weekend, she'd cut the bullshit herself and whip the asker's ass.

Of course, all this did was turn the direct bullying into exclusion and get her kicked out of more than a few academies. But at the time, it made her feel a little better that she could kick the ass of anyone and anything.

By the time she was sixteen, she decided school was for losers and she wanted to join the military like her parents; she enlisted and soon went on a few tours through the swamps. About five years into service, it was determined she'd be a perfect candidate for Bone Lord training.

Bone Lords pilot ten-or-so foot tall constructs of bone and alchemically-treated gore, their bodies ensconced in the torso and connected to the construct via magical wire. This connection allows the pilot to control the construct through conscious thought alone, as though they are one organism.

Sirno took to the program with flying colors; when she was first interred into her armor, she felt as though she had finally become what she was always meant to be. When she wore her armor, she was no longer some lanky, awkward walking target for people to start shit with, a fragile creature of blood and meat and feeling; she was a towering, terrifying monstrosity, and any dumb enough not to treat her with the respect she was due would feel her might. The more time she spent in the suit, the more she wished she never had to take it off.

When the search for the Champions kicked into high gear, she jumped at the opportunity to see the world outside of the Deadlands and show new people she was not to be fucked with.

#62: Vermire Idea: Transing Your Gender Through Superior Alchemy™ Story: Dragon Tavern

19yo Nost wanted her own version of Gren from Cowboy Bebop and had no notion of transgender issues, so cut her a little slack on this one.

Vermire is the first of the Seekers of the Steel Empire, and was built around the fact that I accidentally set his gender to "female" when I meant to make him "male". Vermire is a sanctioned alchemist - in short, he can craft potions without getting branded as a heretic and put to the sword because what he's doing is definitely not magic, it's science. One day, he was trying to craft a potion to improve his eyesight so that he wouldn't need glasses anymore. He succeeded, but there was a serious side effect - the potion acted as a massive dose of estrogen and gave him curves. He was already a fairly androgynous looking man, and he didn't want to have to explain his downstairs mix-up, so he started presenting as sexually ambiguous, female leaning.

Over the years, as the Dragon Tavern characters sat in the box, I kept revisiting his character; in his first major revision, I got rid of the silly "comedic gender bender" aspects and turned his story into more of a commentary on male privilege and sexism. Vermire adopted a female presentation to protect himself while he searched for a cure, taking on the role of his own sister as his sudden development of a more feminine form would very likely be seen as heretical magic. However, while the quality of his alchemical work didn't change, the perception from his peers absolutely did; colleagues were far more harsh to his "sister", critiquing "her" work far more than they ever did his and overall treating "her" with much less respect.

Between his work being severely hamstringed by his sexist colleagues and the danger of his physical situation being potentially found out, Vermire was quite eager to take up the hunt for the Champions of the Steel Empire; it would be much easier to hide his body with heavy coats and field wear, and besides that, even in the rare chance some foreigner was to see his body, they probably wouldn't try to immediately execute him for it...right?

Overall, the gender story will need quite a bit more workshopping, especially to make it interesting, but not exploitative.

#63: Maer Idea: a very big steam powered giraffe what smokes The Steamest Punk Story: Dragon Tavern

Maer only slightly ranks above Sirno as least developed of the Seekers, and the worst part is I didn't have the big flash of inspiration to retool him like I did her. Thus, poor Maer's stuck in development hell at the moment.

What I do know about the fellow is he's a Steam Crafter, an engineer that builds steam-powered machinery. Steamworks are seen as the more reliable scientific field in the Steel Empire compared to Vermire's sanctioned alchemy and the "mad science" of the Outcast Engineers, being responsible for the Empire's rapid industrialization. In recent years, the reach of steam power has expanded to the military, and a subsect of crafters have gone to work building various walking suits and automata in the hopes of supplementing - and possibly replacing - the likes of the Cavaliers as defenders of the homeland.

Maer is part of that subsect, having been inspired to take up the sciences after learning about Paz's success as a young teen, though he wasn't fast-tracked to academy like she was. When he learns about the reward for Paz's capture, though he's still enrolled at the time, he packs up his primary automaton, Twiggy, and heads into the field, hoping to meet her for the first time and learn what the hell she's been up to.

And unfortunately, that's all I know about the man at present. We'll get there.

#NINTENDO64: Terinelle Idea: Badass old knight woman Story: Dragon Tavern

Terinelle, much like Arlein, was the subject of a massive overhaul back when I first redesigned these characters back in 2017; she was originally a much younger woman, like most of the other characters. But during the redesigns, I became much more interested in representing older characters, and in particular, older women; badass old men, after all, are pretty common, but badass old women, much less so. She also underwent an ethnic update, being changed from vague "anime" ethnicity to specifically inspired by Armenian women.

Terinelle is a Cavalier, the classic knight in shining armor atop a noble steed. When she first began her career fifty years prior, she was the lone knighted woman, fighting doubly hard as her compatriots to rise in the ranks; now, she stands among the upper echelon, and has inspired other young women to join the knighthood. Unfortunately, even now, she and those who joined in her wake still face discrimination from their male peers and superiors, and on top of that, younger knights tend to question her competency due to her age.

Of course, those brazen enough to attempt to duel her to increase their prestige or "put her in her place" quickly learn their lessons. See, among Cavaliers, rather than displaying their rank and prestige through medals or armor decoration, they display it through their hair; a Cavalier only cuts their hair if they are defeated in battle, with the cut-off locks becoming a trophy for the winner.

Terinelle has not cut her hair in fifty years.

After putting her boots to another whippersnapper's throat and it still doing little to shut up her detractors, Terinelle had finally had enough of Imperial society. She had pretty much everything she could possibly want - a rich estate, a loving husband, children she adored and a litter of grandchildren on the way - but she wanted to seek glory in new lands. So, when the call went out for people to seek out the Champions of the Steel Empire, she jumped at the opportunity. Sure, she would miss her family dearly, but surely, she wouldn't be gone for that long. There were only so many places those kids could be, right?

[oathbreakerapologist]

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Thanks for the questions!!

2. What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them?

The degree to which he's motivated by deeply mundane feelings of fear and disgust. His relationship to fear is, I think, somewhat surprising based on how physically powerful and often menacing he is; his relationship to disgust is surprising given how happy he is to be covered in gore. But in practice, fear and disgust are significant features of his rather limited emotional landscape—he just feels them towards an unusual set of things.

One could fairly describe Ghost as eccentric, superstitious, and in modern parlance, obsessive-compulsive. The things to which he feels fear and disgust are, to an outside perspective, often somewhat bizarre. He is profoundly disgusted by feeling dirty (a state he considers to involve actual dirt, dust, mud, standing water, or food materials, but notably not blood), so he takes great care to remain clean. Remaining clean doesn't just involve bathing, though he washes just about as frequently as possible; it also involves eating only what he thinks of as clean foods (fruits and vegetables that grow off the ground; seafood; people). He's disgusted by the prospect of eating land animals, as he thinks of them as too dirty for consumption.

He has a variety of unusual beliefs about natural phenomena (rain is a bad omen, especially if he's barefoot when it starts to rain; morning fog is a good omen, which can be made into a better omen by wearing only white clothes; to cross a river in the daytime risks bad luck). He rarely verbalizes these beliefs, yet they weigh heavily upon his mind. Between these powerful superstitions and his intense fear of dirtiness, a lot of the minutiae of his day-to-day life are shaped by fear and disgust.

7. What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?

Sometimes I feel like he's changed a lot. Other times I feel like he hasn't changed at all. His sense of style has changed a bit, or rather I've changed how I dress him when I draw him. Well, really, it took me a long time to figure out his sense of style. I spent a long time not really sure of it (convenient, isn't it, that he's a bit of a nudist). In the beginning I drew him mostly in traditionally masculine clothing, usually button-down shirts open at the chest with the sleeves rolled up, tucked into a pair of trousers. Nowadays I'm inclined to say that his casual-wear wardrobe is not nearly as masculine or as normal as that. I think he prefers a shawl wrapped around bare shoulders, rather than any kind of shirt.

10. What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC?

I have this campaign setting in which I've run continuous D&D campaigns for a group of friends for about four years now. This world occupies a much-beloved place in my head, though Ghost overtook some significant chunk of the mental real-estate devoted to this setting back when I created him last January.

Sometimes I imagine him in this setting. It wouldn't work very well, as that world has a very different relationship to gods & divinity than the Forgotten Realms, so it'd be a bit tricky to create a clear place for him there. But because that world lives vividly in my head and Ghost lives vividly in my head, I think about him there sometimes. Weirdly, I find him scarier there. Perhaps that's because I'm just a bit more invested in the lives of the people of that world than I am in those of the Forgotten Realms, and, well, Ghost is generally a threat to life.

That's the more offbeat answer. There's also the fact that he's got at least two different canons (life with Astarion vs return to Orin) and another significant AU (him as a BG3 companion). Outside of that, I'm not sure I think of him in any other AUs. But I love it when people suggest AUs or otherwise theorize on the possible alternate paths on which he might've ended up.

14. How does your OC want to be seen by other characters?

The full answer to this one is here! But the gist of the answer is that he rarely cares enough about what other people think to be particularly invested in how they see him.