#original characters donut steel

[hypodermicfroggy]

Juliet loves the beat and the lust it commands Drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands, Romeo I've really been, on a bender and it shows So why don't you blow me A kiss before she goes?

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So I was playing LobCorp, and while it has been HELL and I'm only on like Day 23, of course I've been populating my employee nuggets with OCs and friends, and since I was feeling inspired, I drew my Svarog and @bethne 's Elane together!

(Pose was originally referenced from a Rodigor art piece by @ notree05 on Twitter by the way!)

[psuedofolio]

Last week I decided to make "Cringey OCs from different fandoms" and it was some of the most fun I've hard drawing in ages.

Moonglow the pony says, "Kill the part of you that cringes."

[clairefable]

blasphemy

[fribblr]

had an hour between work + school so i doodled a bit

[rocketchoochoo]

Emperor Bellius

[idkflover39]

this is my bugbo oc eugbo

he's bugbos human brother and hes a psyhopat bug who kills and is twistet hihi, he has a sad backstori becos his parents ded in a car crah and then he got supr powurs and he turnd into a bug, and hes also in a relationship with renbowdash from mlp, and hes secretly a demon, and has wings, and uses dark magic, and is a princess, and a werewolf, and a unicorn, and he's actually jeff the killer in disguise

[metalchocobo21]

She's a "Down" Bad Girl!

My semi-ass take on this meme that's been doing rounds as of late with one of my OC couples. Kiboto scolding Asuka for her questionable ways of keeping him in harms way from other girls. In her defense, a good number of them were just gold diggers that just wanted bits of his company's money for their own means.

[pinkwanderer]

Hi, I'm Kagome Alfonsi! Born in New Jersey, living... all over the place, honestly. I like to live on the move, but never like to be too far from home. Most people with this impulse get an RV or something, I guess.

Being able to teleport absolutely rocks. I see all kinds of places nobody else ever has before!

I wonder when I should start worrying about how many versions of Earth I find where the world as we know it basically ended.

OOC:

Indie OC RP Blog open to canon characters and OCs alike. Kagome can move arbitrarily through time and space, so she likely ends up visiting other characters in their native worlds most often. She's native to a comics-inspired modern supernatural setting called Spookzones I hope to write, so I hope you enjoy the lore you see!

My main blog is at @exuberantoddity if you want to check out a blog that primarily consists of random bullshit I collected via reblogs.

[dynamocha]

Happy Sinhala and Tamil New Year! 🌞🪔

[litepk-art]

always addicted to drawing my ocs :)

[hypodermicfroggy]

Iconoclast

A good tragedy begins, like so many With the shadow of an eagle Cast over an old sailor's home.

His faith had been lost ages ago Beaten out of him By father and fatherland both

Despite the scars of wars fought With enemies both home and abroad He tries to find peace anyway

For what can all of the finery And all the riches of Olympus compare To the simple joys of love and family?

And his wife is not of this land or its gods She is bronze-skinned, her features proud She is not one to be made to bow

To be so brazen, so content without the gods Of course there would be a punishment Because to err is human, but jealousy is divine

The daughter that grows within his wife is not his But neither of them know That she was conceived by a reflection

At least, not until the day When he would be brought back to memories Of bloody and burning battlefields

The bird that soars over his home now It casts no shadow, for it is a beast Of jewel-like feathers and brilliant flame

It screams, echoing them as they burn The hundreds of unblinking eyes in its tail A hateful accusation amidst the mocking sound

And the sailor is left with nothing But the ashes of his life and love Carried away on the rivers of Phlegethon

Any other man would have simply been broken Fallen to his knees and wept then and there Begged the gods for forgiveness

But the sailor, though he weeps He does not prostrate and debase himself She did not bow, and neither would he.

As many tragedies as there are People love the stories of heroes just as much Men who fight back against monsters and tyrants

And the sailor knew, since his own youth There has been a whole host of tyrannical monsters Ruling over this place for many years

He speaks not to oracles of what to do He does not raise an army He does not beseech gods of other lands

Instead he walks alone Fixated on his skyward destination Cloud-hidden Olympus, home of the gods

And in that home, drunk on their ambrosia and power They laugh with such confidence Amused by this one mortal's determination

Obstacles are put in his path Some natural, a great deal not Things to liven up the entertainment

Only one of their number does not laugh She is the eldest, the wisest, and closest to man And knows what they've brought on themselves

Is it her protection that lets him make his journey? Or is it his fury that pushes him on The way a storm, fittingly, pushes ship to shore?

The answer is unknown But beasts and barricades do not deter him Pain and punishment do not scare him away

Until at long last, the sailor is there Standing where no mortal has before In the hall of the gods

They could have cast him out easily But instead he is kept among them A fool to dance until they tire of him

And it is on that sacred mount That he meets the others Who have also been 'blessed' by the gods

The heroic Heracles Who never asked to be his father's son And lost his own family for it anyway

The youthful Ganymede Kept eternally beautiful by his immortality With eyes that betray his millenia of service

The wandering Callisto A maddened beast pacing the skies Forsaken by the ones she thought loved her

The sweet Europa, and outcast Io Neither can bear the feasts of sacred beef But for very different reasons

And so many others, children and consorts Playthings of the powerful Kept in beds and prisons both

There are those who claim That man was crafted In the image of their gods

This is meant to imply, of course That there is a trace of divinity Within all of us

But the sailor sees the true nature of the gods - When he is subject to their tumult, Their moods, and whims, and vices

He knows now, it is not a compliment He knows instead it is a damnation Of his kind and themselves

To be cast in their image Simply means being just as corrupt and contemptible As the most wretched of mankind is

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When he walks off the mountain His hands are drenched in ichor And he is no longer alone

Behind him walk ten, a hundred, a thousand All those who the gods claimed as theirs Once again free to live without fear

And he whispers as he bares his gold-stained teeth Feathers caught between them Like a feral wildcat glutted from one of its hunts

'Long live the king of the gods For the king of the gods is dead.'

[maxmorkson]

I think I peaked as an artist

How do I top this

[clairefable]

Finally felt like drawing *something* for the first time in what feels like months. Have a Cybil doodle that went too far.

[omskivar]

Thinking about an anime featuring a sentient breakfast pastry, first of his kind, who becomes a wandering ronin dedicated to wiping out the evils of plagiarism and claiming other people's ideas as your own.

He is: Original Character, Donut Steel

[real-duck-bacon]

Good Morning, time for some Sonic OCs

Penny is a clone of Sonic created by Eggman who later struck out on her own and found a new Identity for herself after being shown kindness by the man himself.

Drillcat is a Resistance fighter turned mercenary who won't *ever* stop fighting against the forces of evil wherever they appear.

[rocketchoochoo]

Colin Doodles