#original story

[liv-007]

Freaking love it 😍 Wish there was more parts 💜🩷❤️💖💕

When you got home from work, all you wanted to do was collapse on the couch and let yourself finally relax. However, as you entered your living room, you stop at the sight in front of you. A demon sat on your couch, hunched over sobbing as he pets your purring cat. As you slowly draw closer, you’re alerted by another demon leaning against the wall behind the couch.

“Forgive us, he got a tooth pulled and wanted ‘comforting’.”

[paintmosi]

Loa Redesign! Loa is an OC and the MC of my story concept “Otherside”.

[jigglypuff323]

" The doorbell rings, coming....wait a sec" says Nishtha. But whom she's kidding, she's so fat she can barely get up from her queen sized bed. She tries and tries, trying to gain momentum to get her torso up from the body but she's too fat and weak to do that without help " Fuck, she muttered to herself" Am I really too fat to move? This can't be happening" the doorbell is ringing impatiently

Somehow she got up from the bed, sweating and panting only to get pushed on the bed again by her husband as he says " Awwww where do you think you're going, my sweet plie or lard?"

He shoved the tube in Nishtha's mouth from the huge funnel he's holding and he switched on the bedside pump which will pour hus signature super fattening weight gain milkshake through the funnel to his wife's throat. He kissed her cheeks and play with her triple chins while saying This is your life now softie, and you're not soft enough so keep guzzling" as he slapped her enormous ass that send ripples over her enormously fat body as he went to answer the door to receive the order of mountain of the fast food orders he made to feed his wife after she guzzled down his milkshake

[nagidonburi]

New self-indulgent #OC for a cringe story I'm currently writing. It's about an ex-hero(♀️) who retired to a small village and became a farmer. Elion (El) is in her thirties and is around 180 cm tall. Risa's in her twenties and is around 156 cm tall, so yeah, Elion is pretty tall. Also Risa is Elion's secretary (kind of), just like Mashu-Amiya in FGO/AK. if you ever see those anime adaptations of Light Novels about OP MC having a harem then yes, this is just like that lol but I wanna see a slightly buff and older fem!MC.....

[pocketcicada]

sketch dump of stuff wips and stuff i won’t finish before i fall off the face of the planet again

featuring ocs from my original story ‘crystal’

some of these are from when i first got my ipad and was learning to draw with it

i do apologize for not really bringing much to the table. im trying to finish school without failing out

[thrytocilia-archives]

augusts character sheet is almost done! all thats left is the colour, so heres his side profile:)

hes the baby of the group(hes 20, not rly a baby but hes the youngest) i lobe him, what a cutie patootie

[greenapplespider]

Lil sketch dump of the character Jeffery from my story Blood in Moderation

[rocketyship]

New character alert :

Atlas the Beheaded

Plus a close up of his pretty face

[luluthespectator]

Loneliness and instinct

A human arrived on the ship. The crew didn’t exactly know what to think of this. They heard humans were wild, talkative, indomitable, sociable, flamboyant creatures, excellent liars and capable of taking down anything if they so wished.

When they saw the human however, it was different from what they expected. It was small, lonely and very quiet. It was competent at repairing anything in the ship but it would always do so in a corner, out of the way, if it could. When it finished, it promptly booked it before anyone could interact with it.

The crew didn’t know if it was a good liar since it never spoke more than two sentences at a time. They heard it say:  “Just passing by”, “I’m finished here”, “Excuse me, I need to access this”. From as far as they could tell it never lied with its words.

Some of the crew felt more powerful near the human. They could tell the human thought of itself as something weak and inoffensive and it gave them the feeling that they could crush it anytime. They knew to use this thinking to entertain themselves with the human’s fear.

That’s when Sak’ari intervened. They were from a very old and advanced species. A long white robe fell over their blue tern skin. They usually walked on their four legs and their tail. But when they stood on only two feet, with their tail helping to balance, with a straight posture, they looked majestic and wise. They were one of the last Ancient Ones.

They were the leader of the ship. They took decisions alone, as everyone knew how rational they were. There was no way to corrupt them and they knew to put the greater good before themselves, they didn’t exactly want anything. They longed for a connection, something…meaningful. But they wouldn’t have that by being a tyrant.

When they heard about what happened to the human, they knew it would affect everyone negatively. They first took measures to prevent some of the crew from seeing the human. Usually, they would stop here and focus on other issues. But this time, they listened to their instincts, and watched the human closely.

Sak’ari saw that these measures were practically useless, it was clear that the crew was deliberately malicious towards the human. So, they did something they have never done before, they made new laws to protect the crew and secretly, to protect the human.

Sak’ari had hoped the human would use those laws to protect itself. But it didn’t say anything to anyone and thus the laws were useless.

And so, Sak’ari decided to talk directly to the crew. They didn’t appear in public often however when they did, it was important. They were sure, the crew would listen, willingly or not.

Sak’ari told the crew “You might believe that a frail creature, weak physically, is below you. But no. If those creatures could survive their planet long enough to be civilised today, then, they are not weak. They have strength no one else has, they have a mind no one else has. Respect those species like you would respect anyone else. If you don’t want to do that, at least, acknowledge that you too have weaknesses.”

Everyone knew what Sak’ari meant. The toughest ones of the crew listened. Begrudgingly, they did. They apologised to the human who said nothing in response. After that, life continued its course on the ship.

——

Until pirates attacked them. Everyone knew the procedure. The more resistant species would protect the offensive ones in fights. The ones who had neither were requisitioned in a room to heal the wounded.

Sak’ari fought well. With their powerful bottom legs, they propelled themselves on their enemies before promptly shredding them with their claws. They were covered with fluids, they basked in these even.

It was one of the only moments where they were not the rational, stoic, collected Ancient One. They were back on their planet, they were wild, they were predators, they were free, they were feeling. How thrilling!

And then, they felt like they forgot something. They stopped for a moment, going back to their rational thinking. In their “infinite wisdom”, they didn’t tell the human the procedure.

They rose on their four legs, gave the commandment to their second and left in the corridors.

——

The human was running in the corridors. They were sweating, they were breathless but if they stopped they would die. The stomping behind them merged with their erratic heartbeats.

They knew they were not as fast, not as resistant, not as strong. They were all alone. They were a prey. A prey that needed to run fast. How long? Tears were falling down their cheeks. They didn’t want to die.

They saw a door on their left. It was the one to their workshop. They took it and closed the door. Claws made their appearance, ripping through the door. The human screamed. They took a crowbar on their shoulder and booked it.

They couldn’t hear the stomping anymore, so they walked fast trying to catch their breath. Then they heard it, closer than before. They turned around. Their heart dropped. They screamed. The mandible-claw-thing was right there!

Without thinking, they bashed its “head” with the crowbar and ran. They ran fast and whimpered. They took another door to save themselves…they trapped themselves. There is no second door here.

They turned around and watched as the door was torn apart. They backed off into a corner. As far as they could from the monster that was entering. They begged, they begged as much as they could. It cliqued its mandibles in rhythm. Was it laughing? 

The human felt dizzy. It was so big. The creature approached, slowly, already victorious. The human felt their thoughts fleeting, eaten away by terror. It was right there, it was right there, it was right there! They tried one last:

“Go away! I beg you.”

Before the creature could touch the human, it was hit by a crowbar, again. 

The human entered a frenzy. They hit the creature with all their strength. The creature was disoriented. Then its carapace started to crack. It’s only then, that they felt the shift.

There were no more whimpers, no more sounds coming from the human. They were just wide eyes, almost angry-looking. The fear subsided, there was only instinct. It was hit, after hit, after hit.

The carapace was broken, legs were destroyed. The creature was lying on the ground, fatally wounded. Now the creature was the one begging, it screeched uncontrollably, miserably. It was as if the human didn’t hear.

The screeching subsided to clicks. Then its mandibles were damaged. It only left it with a low and weak rumble. Then it didn’t make any sound anymore. Finally, it didn’t move. It was completely disfigured, damaged beyond repair.

The human kept going, mind blank. It was mechanical at this point. It is all they did for who knows how long. They only stopped when they felt their arms hurting.

——

Sak’ari chose this moment to approach the human. Only to swiftly dodge a crowbar. Upon seeing them, the human backed off, tripped on the carcass, fell down with a whimper and managed to hit itself with its own weapon.

It crawled toward a corner and stayed there. Tears streamed down its face. Sak’ari knew it meant it had too many feelings or one very strong emotion. They approached the human, making sure their movements could be predicted.

What Sak’ari didn’t predict was that the human would jump into their top legs. It held on to them for comfort while sobbing. It reminded Sak’ari of what they did when they were younger.

They passed their tail around the human. Their species are not so different, they thought. In fact, in some ways, they looked alike: they both came from death worlds and convergent evolution made their bodies similar; they were wild but knew to keep it for themselves and harbour a calm look, until danger was near.

Perhaps, that was why Sak’ari was so keen on defending the human against the crew. Maybe, it was because of these small links.

After this incident, the pirates were successfully defeated. The crew discovered what the human had done. The ones who hurt the human felt like they had dodged a bullet, or a crowbar in that case. The crew thought that humans could indeed take down anything, that the rumours were true.

The human was now respected by the crew. However, it was all the more terrified by the tough ones. It found comfort with Sak’ari and stayed with them as much as it could. In the end Sak’ari and the human were inseparable in their time off. Sak’ari found solace in finding someone just like them and the human wasn’t as lonely anymore.

[hightailily]

Lucia Blatt oc!

A young and diligent spirit medium

[roseetum]

DnD alternate universe for some of my OCs <3

rundown of the story? i'll try to make it more of a blurb or something lolol<333

: an island characterised by its royal society - pirate society divide is wrecked by an all-consuming storm, causing mass casualties on both sides. a single pirate survives the brunt of it, with all of his crew and all pursuing enforcers falling to the depths. well, 'survives' is incorrect. many pirates flirt with Death, it is clear Claeg's father succeeded.

he is tossed and stolen from ship to ship -- is he representing fortune or a deep curse? until a certain crew steals him away, lead by bombastic fighting strategies but strong values, offering safe passage back home in exchange for tales of his survival that they can sell.

the gunsmith of the ship is tasked to keep an eye on him, though his constant half-drunk stupor makes it hard to decipher the attempt at comforting ramblings. he's warm, at least, Claeg finds. the chime of gold against gold marks their days, until the threat of enforcers and royal clutches grow nearer.

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i'd call the story 'Forbidden Gods', but this is purely a passion project, originally so i could mess around learning how to draw a broader variety of people. i'll still post little sketches every now and then ;)

[iv-vi-art]

Sometimes salvation is not heroic deeds, but a timely story told under the light of a lamp.…

The walls of the former church school, which has become a shelter for lost souls, are silent at night. Under the soft light of a kerosene lamp, Gracal Jerome bent over a notebook, rereading his pharmacy work. But at one point he was distracted, his gaze fell on the armchair where Bernie was peacefully snoring.

Until recently, Jerome had been annoyed by this penniless tomboy loitering around the Sanctuary. But everything changed when Bernie, desperate to find money anywhere to pay for his stay in the Sanctuary, began helping in the garden: loosening the ground, planting flowers, helping to clean up. But every night the kid was plagued by nightmares and insomnia, and the more he helped Jerome, the more noticeable it was. Jerome found him in the hallway last night, shivering after another bad dream. But instead of reproaches or grumbles, Jerome offered little Jarler a soothing herbal tea. While Bernie was drinking, Jerome told the boy the legends of the peoples of the Moon: about the celestial dances of the gracals, about the stars that shelter the souls of the departed. Jerome's voice, usually harsh and stern, was soft and calm, and Bernie, for the first time in months, fell asleep calmly and without worries.

[softlyartsy]

as you lose someone, don’t be afraid to lose Love.

Love blooms inside of you

you are the water, the hand that cures, the spring that opens, and the life that persists.

[masterfuldoodler]

If I play a song from her playlist immediately I'm thinking about her again. the power

[feather-sapace]

( During L'manburg/ Main Dsmp )

Why can I imagine Tommyinnit stealing Eret's glasses by sneaking up behind him and running way from him. Every dsmpian would be looking for him, since Eret is now king.

Dream would be asking Wilbur were he is and he would have no clue. Tubbo wouldn't had ever but would have some ideas.

Sapnap would be walking down prime path like normal and Tommy would be walking the other way. Their eyes would meet and Tommy would just be wearing the glasses.

They would just stare at eachother and then suddenly Tommy would run away and Sapnap would chase him, shouting at him to come back.

Should I Make A Longer Story About This?