#oroginal characters

[lostkitsclangen]

Moon 6 - The sooner you can be safe.

CW: minor animal death

I am not strong enough (yet).

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⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ father and son ✨ looks like rishen got a lot more than just his looks from his papa <3

presenting 781 javier ( top left ) and rishen herrera ( bottom right ) ꒱

rishen: oh, spare me the drama

[adorabledummy]

Happy holidays guys! 🎄🎁✨️🍷

[molkers]

they are just girls that are best friends (fuck friends) you see...

the blonde one is Iris and the curly hairs one is madalena. they really love each other

they are dating, kid of...

[mgenchanted]

Original characters

[silktulip]

OC! :D

Here’s one of the OCs that I have for one of my WIPs, Absent Gemstones. Enjoy ^-^  https://docs.google.com/document/d/1fytkG1QvhQxDpyCH-MIotVorejyJlfyQ/edit?usp=sharing&ouid=112937085423831111479&rtpof=true&sd=true 

[facelessmime]

Some fun facts about my Oc Schrod just for funsies!

Poor Schrod has a really big fear of boxes! Can't function once they take notice of one. Basically they become a big old shakey pile of metal. Take the box away and it was like it never existed!

Their team members like to mess with them about it on off time. It's a riot to one of them in particular.

[skylinx2o]

Second and last batch is done! Hope you all like the art of your OC's! ^ -^

(now it's time I'll disappear into the abyss again hfhdgfgdjgs)

Ming Xia - @androenda

Diana - @0xxjustdianaxx0

Yi-Nuo - @m00nlight-mexican

Li-mei - @sin1039

Qiu Zi - @tiredghostness

Chen - @monkiart

[tagzpite]

prowling loneliness

[spiderpupware]

[manob]

Here's Tikka, my latest DND character!! He's a warrior goblin who is a FAN of ninjas, and he wants to one day be the best ninja in the world. Unfortunately, he is very, very bad at it. And also very dumb

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⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ jingyi verseless / fem sacrificial reader ꒱ your village has a tradition of picking the flower maiden, a woman to be sacrificed every so often to a demon of the abhorration. this year, it seems that you are the lucky flower

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imagine being born to a village that sacrifices their most beautiful, most dutiful, most splendid maiden - as a bride to a demon, they always say.

the decade’s flower maiden. quite the title. both feared and revered.

but when you stood there with a crown of flowers feeling like a crown of thorns, the former shone true. your heart racing as though it wished to tear through your chest and flee from your body. run far - far away. what would it matter? your chest cavity would surely be ripped into two once the demon got his hands on you.

as you stood amongst the diagram drawn with nectar and rose petals. you inhale. bidding one final glance to the deranged villagers who only looked at you with sympathetic smiles and sorrowful eyes.

they could stop this. any time they wished.

who is to say the demon would come knocking on the door?

was there even a demon?

the question would crumble away once you stood before him. tall, dark. an accumulation of ebony mist framed over where you assumed his eyes should be. long claws you can only remind yourself are for tearing. razor teeth for the same.

“another?”

he sounds unimpressed. you are certain the flowers wilt when met with his dry tone. nevertheless you stand straight. fingers twitching as you shakily fiddle.

“are. . . are you -”

“the demon your people obsess over? take a guess sweetheart.”

a chill rises goosebumps in your skin when the demon circles around your far smaller form. while the fog obscures his face, you can almost feel the look of judgement. you could not help the thorn of irritation poking through your chest.

you were the prettiest lily of the valley, what critique might he hold?

the thought is drowned out by the screams of your logic. why were you upset over such a thing? it is not as though you will see the light of day with him to bask in his judgement for much longer. it matters not. you are prey.

and yet his fingers extending those dark claws, adorned in several silver rings — they caress your face as though you are not.

like a flower indeed. one to be put on display in a pretty, golden vase. treated with the utmost care and shown off to all entering one’s abode.

“well I typically release all the pitiful sacrifices your people send my way,” your heart sinks. he stills it by leaning down. a pale face only a breath away. “I must say that this decade’s sacrifice is . . . certainly stunning.”

those claws find your waist instead of your chest. an effortless tug flushing your body to his.

how might a demon feel so soft? like silk. . . wrapped around a bouquet of roses. it is what you felt like when the crux of his finger raises your chin.

“while I hold no interest in your incessant little village. . . I am quite the greedy being. when something catches my eye - well,”

a sharp thumb nail pokes at your lower lip. the first threat of a tear. so close - yet the distraction of mist dissipating to reveal pools of maroon. a face of a demon, that should surely belong to an angel. . . all fear leaks through your pores.

“I take it.”

the middle of your spine arches. the cotton of the white dress your village had clothed you in hangs, as the being leans over you. his height quickly making itself known once more. his hand finds place between your shoulder blades.

“I am sure you would not mind. after all. it is what your people sent you here for, is it not?”

“b-but -”

a chuckle. deep and dark. it strums a chord in your heart. a burst of butterflies flood your tummy. you practically see them venture out into the marble halls of what you can only assume to be his abode.

“your attempts to denial will certainly be cute. but I see it in your eyes,”

the hand glides down to the small of your back. claws tracing, yet never scratching. never tearing.

“you search for an escape. do you not, wild flower?” his thumb strokes. his body flushes to yours. perhaps it is the eyes of a demon. the essence of staring into them. drowning within his stare - that makes your mind echo his words in fervent whispers. desperate agreements.

“I -”

“now, don’t fight it,”

the demon croons. a curl finding his red lips. they set beside your ear and fan a breath lingered with a thousand promises, you can only imagine.

“I shall treat you like the most delicate of roses. the most revered of blossoms. my sweet, sweet wild flower.”

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[candysweetposts]

Here she is.

She's not really part of the MCL universe, I just used mcl assets to make her. :((

Her name is Moth. That's all. She's basically a genetically modified human whose power is... moths (I know those are butterflies, but let's just pretend they're moths). She makes them, she can talk with them, she grieves them when they die and all of them have names. As you guessed, they're like her children.

The scar on her face was part of a series of injuries caused by her and her people being attacked. She lived in a poor area where crime was the usual. Also, there were sort of mini-wars between the city gangs.

She's part of a bigger story that I'm too lazy to write, but the idea is that there are these humans who have been taken by this organization since they were children. The organization modifies them and uses them as war weapons. I have at least seven other OCs, two of which are women. One is Moth, and the other is Heart. Maybe I'll make it as well.

[zaireetoo-draws]

Made OC's I write about in my free time

Radi the vampire and Crystal keeper "Stal"

[small-sketch]

The brain gang looks at the stars

[fawntastic]

I now have an almost life-size cutout of my oc in my house