#rinnies ocs

[ewitsrin]

pmd au anika bc i haven't drawn her in this form forever yeehaw

[ewitsrin]

nat im worried about you.

being a fan of a friend's ocs is actually so humiliating....... like yes my favourite character rn is tragically doomed and a pillar of humanity who i think is relevant to the current world. you can find information about them on discord dot com and sometimes in late-night conversations with this guy i know. what the fuck

[rinhu00]

just take this idk💀

[basileusdraws]

Rinny,,,my daughter

[ghostwise]

not entirely satisfied with it but I had to get it out of my system... hamal veilguard <3

[ewitsrin]

WHY WOULD YOU SAY THIS

I'm his little omaga pookie bear

[aura-morgenstern]

I tried to mimic those gacha illustrations but I guess it’s more a little bit of background practice now.

[cickle-is-in-pain]

pb

Got recommended a prettyblood edit on my tiktok fyp and I stood no chance at escaping it's clutches.

I have like 8 ocs and I keep wanting to make more plz save me

Also yes I drew on a cardboard box 😭

[wytheriing]

pretty blood doodles ft. vi sarah

[yuckyicicles]

Umm yeaaaa…?

[inkats]

^-^

[ewitsrin]

pony oc redesign! im sorry for the post spam im just getting all of this out here so i can start posting regularly as i draw again

[ruushes]

The World: What does happily-ever-after look like for Rook? Is it attainable, or just wishful thinking?

ahhhh this is a much tougher question than it should be haha, ive sort of been putting off thinking abt what i want to happen for them after the game bc the situation is kind of irrevocably fucked in an unsolvable manner and i think subconsciously they realize this too lol

they grow disillusioned with the crows over the course of the game but never really expect to survive the game so the whole time they're just like at least i'll die before i ever have to deal with that 🤷 but then they DO have to deal with that. they don't want to be a crow anymore, but everyone they love most in the world is still very much caught up in that system, so they can't just leave it, but it would be uh extremely challenging if not outright impossible to change for the better in any meaningful way for obvious reasons

so leaving would mean losing a lot, but staying would probably also mean losing a lot, bc those people they care about will likely either die or become increasingly dehumanized versions of themselves 🤷🤷🤷

they have a fantasy of a future where they're just a regular person who goes to the market and works with their hands and has a modest little apartment and never has to worry about anything more important than keeping track of their finances, but they try not to think about it too much

[rinhu00]

it's been a whole while since I've drawn her at all

my queen, ya zha🙏🙏

[rinnysega]

One Autumn Night - Encanto OC Short Fiction

I started this last year, hoping to finish by Christmas, but now that I’ve got deadlines on other projects, I won’t be able to expand on it as much as I wanted to. It’ll live as a short piece ❤️

Ozzy - @thebiggestnope

Elena - @prophetic-hijinks

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The Autumn celebration was still in full swing well into the late November night. Music and laughter poured from every bar room in the alleys that branched out from the plaza, and the main event in the Encanto’s town square was the star spectacle, explosive with more lively accordions and free flowing drinks among the townsfolk. Children weaved through their parents’ legs, holding up toys and sticks to chase one another, and fireworks lit up the night sky that complimented every bold and colorful skirt and ruana that danced along with their owners in the breeze.

Just off the main path, Elena Madrigal and Ozzy Pinheiro-Gomez sat on a bench near the church. The grassy knoll behind them acted as a cradle for the young lovers of the city, curled up in the arms of one another to kiss beneath the colors of the night sky.

It wasn’t that long of a time ago that both Elena and Ozzy were latecomers to the Encanto, finding their own pockets of the city to be in the arms of their beloveds. Although that night, those beloved ones were not with them on the bench, but instead at the top of a steep hill between the church and the knoll. Gustavo Pinheiro-Gomez in his wheelchair with Bruno Madrigal trying to find a way to keep secure on the back.

Elena sipped her wine while Ozzy waved back to his husband before their descent. The two then watched as their husbands screamed with either laughter or adrenaline on their way down the hill. At the last second, Bruno turned the chair to keep the two from crashing into a tree. A foot closer to their mark of trying to go between the short gap.

“One more time!” Bruno laughed, hiccuping from his drunken stupor. Gustavo meanwhile tossed back the last of his twelfth drink he managed not to spill.

“Be careful,” Elena called. She’d long since given up trying to talk him out of it. Same as Ozzy who poured her more wine from their bottle.

“Ozzy, did you see that?” Gustavo shouted. “We were this close!” He pinched his fingers together to prove his point, although it was heavily exaggerated.

“Yeah, you’ll make it this time!” Ozzy encouraged.

Bruno huffed through his laughter, pushing Gustavo in his chair back up the hill to try again. When they were out of earshot, Elena let out a snicker.

“You know, there’s days I think the two of them are joking with me about how they grew up.”

“The bullying?” Ozzy clarified.

Elena nodded. “They’re like two peas in a pod. I couldn’t imagine a world where the two of them didn’t get along.”

Ozzy nodded. “Makes me wonder if maybe Bruno looked into the future to see how the two of them would turn out.”

Elena shrugged. “Worked out for us, but I don’t think he was keen on looking into his future as a kid. That’s what he told me anyway. Besides, that’s the fun of life isn’t it? To not know how something will turn out?”

“I suppose, but the alternative would have been nice. It would have made my years with Nairo a lot better to know they were numbered, although I shouldn’t say that.” He smiled. “We had our good moments, but without that relationship, I wouldn’t have had something to compare my marriage to. I couldn’t imagine these past few years without Gus or the encanto. I guess things work out the way they’re supposed to in the grand scheme of things.”

Elena nodded, understanding to a certain degree his sentiments. “I hope Carlos is well too.”

Ozzy matched her nod of understanding, a beat of silence between them.

“So,” Ozzy started, “when are you and Bruno going to join us on our cruises?”

“Not until the kids are older. Pedro’s still a bit clingy, and Catalina’s always getting into something when we’re not around. Your vacation stories sound nice, and we appreciate the souvenirs you bring back in the meantime. When’s the next one?”

“Probably after the holidays. My patients have family visiting who will take care of their medical care while Gustavo and I are gone. It’ll be nice to relax with him a little longer.”

“We’ll check in on Anne, so Gustavo can relax too.”

“Thank you. I know it’s short notice.” He paused. “I just want to take advantage of the time. I don’t know how many good years we have left.”

“Bruno could…”

Ozzy shook his head, and Elena rubbed his arm.

In their silence, their husbands whizzed by again, finally making it through the gap before the wheels hit a rock, sending both Bruno and Gustavo flying into a nearby bush near the statue of Our Lady.

[carsaadi]

Local isopod meets bear. What'll happen?