#rosa (oc)

[officialspec]

expression practice w the boys

[byuniart]

It's been like two years since I've drawn Pyanny's best friend. A little pinup and slight redesign for Nat

[adrianasunderworld]

Idk

@mangacupcake @fair-night-starry-tears @the-weirdos-mind @writing-heiress

[tomahachi12]

Day 22 - Pick an OC - Rosa Belongs to @nitethekitten

[taffypointby]

recent ocf refs...... my artfight btw if anyone is wondering

[bathylychnops]

doodley comicsss IM TRYINGG to draw stuff that happened in our games but theres somuch to draw 😭i DID redraw the peanuts thing though & i drew a funny interaction from a game that we. didnt record. and tothis day 2 years later me and murphy regret it somuch we just DECIDED not to record the waterpark game & it turnedout to be the funniest one aauuu...

(he was joking bc he IS sonar who became radar & hes trans, kyle's theory was SPOT on but. at this early point in time kyle didnt know ANYTHING abt jett so jett just looked like a total asshole 😭 like dude thats not funny if you makethe joke to a mild acquaintance who doesnt. know you're trans 😭and specifically the person kyle was talking about😭)

hesays alotof stuff inthe games that are like. WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUTTT (the 'maaaybeee who knowss!' was said inlike a playful voice and itslike a bit that came fromthis game we didnt record... remnant of a game lost to time... hubris..

thisone from wayy in january 2024 theyare working at tje bowling alley this bit was murphys idea forme to draw teeheee

[daughter-of-sapph0]

drawing my OCs being gay again

honestly my main goal with these characters is to make a bunch of horny lesbians say "wish that was me"

[foxyd101]

*slowly slides a bunch of whiteboard doodles*

(Note: Ena wally belongs to @eechytooru )

Also here's some oc doodles I did with @koifsssh a bit ago :3

[girlnextvore]

This is the last time I will change Rosa's Reference I SWEAR. Anyway she is a Nagloper now cause i think thats neat!

[lexezombie]

Good morning! (it's 2am)

MORE GRAVITY FALLS SHENANIGANS! Mostly Bill now oops,,, Funfact: I have over 30 images of Cluhsandra now : )

bonus: shitty dancing Rosa <3

[officialspec]

What if you draw your favorite oc ever eating a bag of offbrand skittles

[rosapexa]

I LOVE HER!

[ask-lock-shock-and-barrel]

The Saga of Your Brightness!

Part 12

[adrianasunderworld]

I continue to meme when bored

@mangacupcake @marrondrawsalot @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind

[humanmorph]

15 Days of FatT - BRANCH

KEITH: Phrygian tells [Saffron] that when people are war-weary, they go home.

when "Once the War’s Over" got introduced I got really excited about the possibility of hearing about Phrygian's home - the Golden Branch, the places and people they cared about... I really love what we got instead, but I do still think about it sometimes.

(Branched ideas crowdsourced from @podcastingpineapple, @violentandmagnificent and @banneduser-on-cohost)

(+ just the lines)

[xxnashiraxx]

With Stars to Fill My Dream (12) - You Know How Much You Broke Me Apart

LOOK!!! I CAN FINALLY SHARE THIS!!! ❤❤❤ I commissioned this absolutely BEAUTIFUL art from @ritzeldraws of the dance scene in this chapter! It's so beautiful- it captures their expressions and feelings perfectly and it's been my iPad background for months waiting to be unveiled! It's so lovely and I'm beyond happy that I got the opportunity to request this. :") Thank you again!! (They're dancing to Duvet by Boa btw, just in case you thought it was a happy dance)

Prepare your tissues for this chapter 💕 It's sad, and my song choice is awful (sarcasm) but you'll recognize it if you've watched Cyberpunk Edgerunners. No happy endings in Night City 💔

Please enjoy!

Chapter Summary: A brush with death leads to denied realizations from Astarion when Ofelia suffers a fatal wound. After she recovers, the party takes a group photo with Ofelia's revived phone- courtesy of Gale- and they all dance the night away trying to forget about their next objective: taking down the goblin leaders. The unlikely pair's slow dance leads to a drunken confession, and further torment appears in the form of a dream visitor wearing the visage of a former friend from Ofelia's past...

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.

Word Count: 7,811

Have some dance pics below the link!!! ❤ (peep the accidental cursor lol)

✧˖Tag List: @khywren

Opening under the cut!

Astarion tries not to think too hard about the way her eyes had been so sweet one moment, and the next had snapped like someone had wrung a child’s neck in front of her. She’d been very successful hiding her tone, but the eyes never lie, and hers were like cold dead stars. Empty and black.

He watches her come out of the broken mill, face impassive, before her brows twitch and a sheepish frown pulls at her lips.

“Lae’zel… I’m really sorry. I should have listened… you know way more about any of these things than me.” 

“No matter. It is normal for warriors to exchange furried words in the heat of battle. Apologies are not necessary, but I will offer mine as well. What were you retrieving?” Ofelia lights up and holds out the little rectangle she’d pried off the goblin.

“My phone! I found it! It plays music!” She grins at Lae’zel earnestly and the gith looks at her a moment before turning away.

“I take it back.” Ofelia sticks her tongue out at Lae’zel’s retreating back before gathering the rest of them close. They disclose the identity of the gnome they’d pulled off the mill, the man walking away towards the treacherous temple ahead- nothing they could do to stop him.

“Okay, we’ve got what? A bugbear behind that building?” She asks, keen eyes darting to the left. Gale nods. “Three trolls in that building there, another four goblins around the back of the old apothecary. Then it’s the road down to the temple. And that sounds like way too many for us to tackle with sunset so close…” She presses a finger to her lips, deep in thought.

“We could break into groups, at least take out the rest here a little at a time?” Karlach asks, her eyes flashing towards the trolls.

“Okay… let’s balance the teams. Karlach, Gale? Trolls?” The two specified nod, though the wizard with less enthusiasm. “The bugbear… Lae’zel and I.” Astarion tuts.

“What about me, darling? I hope you’re not considering pairing me with these two?” He jerks his chin at Wyll and Shadowheart and the latter rolls her eyes at him and graces him with a rude hand gesture. Ofelia flicks her eyes up to him, darkness flaring in them, before she turns her chin away.

“Okay. Come with Lae’zel and me.” He grins, and though they can do without the wet blanket, he’ll trust Ofelia’s judgment. He slides next to her, brows creasing when she stiffens, but she flashes a warm smile at him and his concern ebbs. She’s started behaving like a timid little thing around him and it’s sweet, almost as sweet as her usual red cheeks and tender warmth. What a lovely thing she’ll be to indulge in when she finally lets him devour her whole.

Ofelia lets him pounce on the passed-out bugbear and he preens at the opportunity to show off, lodging his dagger into the neck of the beast as it roars in anguish. He dances out of range of its angry swipes, leaping away gracefully thanks to the meal she’d provided him this morning. Ofelia strums a little tune to embolden Lae’zel and with a final cleave of the githyanki’s greatsword, the creature collapses into a puddle of blood and sour ale. Vile smelling, at that.

“There are lots of supplies lying around, would be good to take them back to camp after we’re done here.” Ofelia murmurs to Lae’zel and the other woman grunts in acknowledgement.

“Ahh yes, moldy cheese wheels and old brandy. Hardly a feast,” He drops said bottle, her eyes meeting his again and he can see that razor-thin edge beneath like a yawning abyss, void and unseeing. He blinks and it’s gone, replaced by dry humor. When she looks away towards an old barn, he frowns. She’s behaving strangely. At least something useful had come from his centuries of torment- the power of observation. And he’s very good at it.

Had it been what he’d said? Perhaps it was a little… cold. Not that it matters, really. But it does now, and he’ll need to remedy it once the opportunity arises. He rolls his eyes inwardly, breathing out a sigh. Why is it so hard to win her affections? She’d even admitted the first time he’d drank from her how much she likes vampires, that should have won him some points, surely? All he needs is for her to agree to a gods damned night with him and he can take the rest from there. It’d be easy to pretend to care at that point. Clinical, even.