#operator ocs

[holistichiatus]

finally got a good day to get pics of the charms i made for my friends of our operators :] names and who they belong to

top row; Casswyn and Grendel @slimyteeths, Makalii and Ocatavia @grimmble

bottom row; Kemuda and Gauss @sanchomps, Tamrisk and Vauban (mine)

i love this game for bringing me some of the best friends i've ever had <3

[yaksinhats]

2 sleeby elves trancing (astarion is falling in love)

[startheskelaton]

Peggy and her monster

I’m literally obsessed with them I’m sorry

[dvdexe]

many chapter 3 things......! mostly peter though. i need to write stuff down and organize it somewhere

[archiepelago]

New pressure oc came to me in a vision… his name is richie lazlow and he’s a janitor/former experiment under urbanshade (human spliced with leopard seal, orca, and flashlightfish in an earlier version of what sebastian went through with less desirable results, that being that he can’t actually breathe underwater, though he can stay under for much longer than a regular human) he’s trying ti clean up in the wake of the lockdown in the hopes that when urbanshade inevitably regains control of the blacksite, he won’t get punished or something

[egg-on-a-legg]

i had to speedrun this so its just a biiiit scuffed BUT PLEASE I NEED TO HUG HIM,,,,,

[psygull-arts]

pony that witnessed the pony assassination of pony jfk

[grubbin22]

character reference sheets for my fic smooth operator.

[popfizzles]

Despite their constant tired look, I think they'd be good at crowd work :)

Their jokes hit harder because they know how to blindside.

[bunnysnared]

realized i have neglected to upload my operator's reference sheet even though its been finished for months now! a couple of people have asked about drawing fledge, so i hope this helps if that was u! (´▽`ʃƪ)♡

or if you just wanna soak in all the sweaty details of my boy. . . here u are! lmao- he carries the comms for his taskforce he got nepo-baby-ied on to. eventually when he locks in and actually gives a shit he specializes in demolitions and disarming ♡

[mih4nn]

Welcome to the operating table 💖

[kxmpfflieger]

Drifter & Operator

[msn-04iinightingale]

Refusal

Kinship FOB Helios

"I'm just...concerned, sir." Colonel Bell said to her superior, Commander Owen McEvedy as the two walk down the hallway in the Kinship FOB medical wing.

"About what, Colonel?" He asks. He's in a good mood, all things considered. Not only has the Commanding General had delivered not only one of his people hge thought dead, but also, a great deal of good and...interesting news.

"...about Elenor, sir." she says, the taller raptor woman stopping infront of a closed door.

"Doc's say she'll recover fully. And Melissa mentioned that the SLDF has resources to help with the other scars." he says, stopping by her. "You worry too much." He says with a smile.

Bell blushes slightly.

"Eh, really should get a move on with that..." he thinks, remembering his conversation with Melissa earlier.

"Be that as it may, sir...I have concerns about what will occur should any of the clan based systems pick up on her...or indeed, any of our genetics." She look pointedly at Owen when she says this.

"Ah, that..." He says. She has a point. While Melissa at least...and others...are supportive, others might not be. Still, having a Commanding General in your corner counted for a great deal.

"...I don't know...maybe the word "Wolverine" won't be a dirty word someday."

Bell cocks her head slightly, confused. "Again, be that as it may...I am still concerned about what will happen if some of the more...zealous groups find out."

"I'll handle it, if it comes to that..." He says, reassuringly. "Besides, who's gonna know?"

"...I suppose you are correct, sir."

He smiles, and reaches out and pats her arm. "Like I said, you worry too much." he says, more softly. "Now come on, got some things I need to talk to you about."

The two begin to walk away.

@the-clawtake

[kalivasquezart]

weird cats

(made in wigglypaint)

[zedleaked]

WHAT IF THOMAS' LITTLE OFFICE PLANT WAS A COG,, [BONUS CATHAL DOODLE]

PUTTING THERE ARTFIGHT HERE TOO TEEHEE https://artfight.net/character/4525654.bubby-ttcc-oc

[tipsynight0]

Through the rain we find colour

Paring - Toby rogers x female reader

Word count - 800

Synopsis - aurora lights and dancing in the rain

Tw - literally just all fluff

Author's note - well, first time writing Toby so bare with me. I also saw the aurora lights last night so you guys get to as well. Enjoy <3

A soft chill filled the hollow forest, the wind whispering between trees as dark clouds blanketed the sky. Toby and (y/n) walked the narrow path, their steps in sync, each breath tinged with the cool autumn air. It was the night, the one (y/n) had eagerly awaited. They had come to witness the aurora lights, though with the heavy cloud cover, it seemed like an unlucky chance that they’d be able to catch a glimpse. Still, (y/n) hoped. Toby walked beside her, his bandaged hand held tightly in hers.

“I-I don’t th-think w-we’re g-gonna s-see them,” Toby stammered, his fingers twitching in her grasp as his neck cracked with one of his usual tics. (Y/n) had long grown accustomed to his tics—both physical and vocal. They were just another part of him, one she embraced fully.

She gave his hand a soft, reassuring squeeze and frowned slightly, her determination unwavering. "We’re gonna see them, Toby. Just you wait," she murmured as they finally reached a clearing. The forest opened up, and despite the thick clouds, a sliver of hope glimmered in the night sky.

Toby’s tics continued—his body jerking lightly, lips twitching with the occasional uncontrollable grunt. He often bit down on his bottom lip to stop a verbal tic, and tonight was no different. But (y/n) never flinched. Instead, she pulled out the camera she had borrowed (or more accurately, stolen) from Tim, her hands steady as she focused it on the sky.

Toby leaned closer to her, resting his head against her shoulder, trying to get a better look at what she was capturing. His breath was warm against her neck, despite the cool air. “Y-you’re h-hogging it,” he grumbled, a frustrated tic causing him to bite his lip again. His voice held a playful edge, though, a sign that he was more comfortable with her than anyone else.

“Shh, just look closer,” (y/n) whispered, her lips curving into a small smile. Together, they peered through the camera lens. Beyond the clouds, faint streaks of color—purple, pink, green, and blue—began to fill the sky, swirling in gentle arcs.

Toby’s eyes widened in awe. He lowered his mask just enough to press a soft kiss on (y/n)’s cheek. The gesture was tender and sweet, something intimate he rarely allowed himself. His hand found its way to the small of her back, pulling her closer as they both stared up at the fleeting colors above them.

“I-it’s s-so beautiful,” he whispered, a popping sound escaping his lips as another tic took hold. He quickly followed her guidance, pressing the button to snap a picture. “N-now we w-won’t forget it,” he added in a low voice, his gaze locking with hers.

Before either could say anything more, (y/n) leaned in, closing the gap between them. Her lips met his, soft and warm against the cool night air. Toby’s hands slid up to her hair, fingers gently tangling in it as he kissed her back with all the affection he’d kept bottled up for so long. It was a moment of quiet magic between them—just the two of them and the fleeting aurora.

As they kissed, rain began to fall, soft droplets at first, trickling down their faces and mixing with the remnants of the aurora’s glow. A soft shiver ran through (y/n) as she opened her eyes. The rain started coming down faster, steadily soaking them both.

“We should go,” (y/n) said with a soft sigh, pulling back just slightly. The aurora lights had already started to fade, and the sky was dark once more. But Toby shook his head, his expression both serious and playful at once. His hands found hers again, holding them firmly.

“D-dance with m-me,” he stammered, his body jerking slightly as another tic passed through him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her close, despite the rain that was now falling in sheets. The world around them seemed to disappear, and all that remained was the sound of rain and the feel of their bodies moving in sync.

“J-just l-like in y-your r-romance movies,” he teased, brushing her wet hair out of her face. They swayed together, their movements slow and deliberate, their laughter the only sound filling the rainy forest. The water soaked through their clothes, and their shoes squelched in the mud, but neither of them cared. For this moment, it was perfect.

As the wind picked up, whipping through the clearing, they finally made the wise choice to dash for the mansion. The mud squelched underfoot, sending water splashing as they laughed together, drenched but happy.