#rufus oc

[wolfhidewinter]

A big illustration for a client of their character tearing Rufus a new one (literally). Rufus is one of my oc's and can heal very fast, although I'm not quite sure how he'll get out of this one haha. I've tagged as much as I can think of, so let me know if I missed something. I know a lot of people here saw my cuter pieces of Bastian and his coo, but I am primarily a werewolf horror artist first haha

[whumpsoda]

Just A Little Something!!

This is for some old ocs that I had a dream about and got some inspiration for!! I just really wanted to write this :3 lemme explain a little bit!!

cw: mentions of cannibalism, death

So this is Rufus and Elodie! Basically they live in a post apocalyptic world overtaken by creatures who inhabit dead bodies and are zombie like in the way that they have the constant urge to eat humans :] Rufus gets killed and taken over by one of these monsters, and this takes place with Elodie coming to visit him :3

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Elodie did her very best to walk as straight as possible, following the security down the maze of hallways, but the reality of the situation seemed to have begun getting to her. Sweat was seeping thick into pools on her clothes, relentlessly she was gnawing on the inside of her lip, and she almost believed to be getting lightheaded with her worries.

The air was sterile, filling her nostrils with the scent of a chill and cleaning solution. Licking her chapped lips, she counted the doors as they made their way past each one.

One.

Ten.

Fifteen.

She swallowed, gulping down thick saliva that rolled over her throat.

The door they stopped before was tall, much taller than her - and fairly thin. Metal, shiny, and reflective, too.

They were speaking to her, the guards, most likely warning her of how dangerously stupid this all was, and she nodded along ignorantly. Better to do that than get further caught up in her own anxieties.

A moment later, the door shut swift to the floor with an audibly striking click behind her, sending her into the tiniest of a flinch.

Clearing her throat, she met her son’s gaze. His eyes weren’t their deep, hypnotic brown anymore, rather a sparklingly unnatural yellow that worked to put you on edge. “Hey there, sweetie.” She began, taken aback by the crack of her voice, gritting it back. “How are you feeling?”

Eyes twitching, he shifted in his seat - at least, the most he could manage to with all of the restraints - his breathing audibly heavier around the sort of muzzle strapped around his mouth. Some sort of mask stemmed from it, straps criss crossing every inch of his face, save for his eyes.

It was the most important aspect, him getting any chance to even come close to biting her would hinder any chance of her seeing him ever again, but the fact that they had him kept like some wild animal did nothing to ease.

“It’s okay, honey, I know you must be a bit nervous.” Could he even understand her anymore? “I guess I am too, which is pretty silly. I mean, it’s just you.” Was she that stupid or just doing her darnedest to convince herself of it?

Flashing him a gentle smile, she did her best to ignore the fact that he gave not even the slightest of one in return. Without any speckle of recognition in his face, a slick, guttural growl slipped from his throat.

“I brought you something.” Stealing another step closer, she almost missed the hitch of his heavy breath as she presented him with his gift. “They almost didn’t let me bring it in. I fought them on it though. You know me.”

She chuckled, just a bit, and he cocked his head. Almost in surprise, she thought, but also more like he was inspecting his prey.

To her disappointment, he only stole a second of a glance at the book in her hands before staring wide-eyed back at her. A spot of drool dribbled out from the bottom of the leather over his face. She winced.

“It’s a book, you see? You’re favorite, from when you were little.” Dramatically, just as he enjoyed when he was just a mere few feet tall, she showed off the book to him with enthusiasm.

Furrowing his brows with a look of desperation, he rattled the metal strapping him in place with a strangled whine. A glimmer of a craze was evident beyond his sideways, slit like pupil, a spark of insatiable hunger.

She held out her hands to him, as if there was anything she could have done to ease his suffering. “It’s okay baby, you’re okay. It’s just mommy.”

Elodie made the foolish mistake of getting far too close. Saliva plip plopped to the tile, running down his neck furiously. Breath swiftly heaving in and out, he gargled a ravaged snarl, sending her stumbling back.

Rigid for a moment, she watched as he soon calmed, even if only by the slightest.

One breath in, one breath out.

“It’s just me, honey,” Elodie hardened her iron grip on the book in her hands, knuckles clammy and cold. “mommy.”

A croak, gritty and scratching a crawl up his throat began, deep and eerie, not at all Rufus’ voice. As the sound twisted, curling over itself, it almost sounded like something. Almost as if he parroted her.

A hand cupped her mouth, tears pushing at her eyes. “Mommy? Is that- is that what you said?” She couldn’t help but sink to a kneel, reaching a hand to correct his hair.

Snapping, Rufus nearly cracked through the cuffs keeping his wrists stuck to his chair. He roared wildly, growling with a starving desperation that sunk into the walls around them. The rests grunted as his nails dipped and curved into the metal, grip inhumanly strong.

The guards were quick to rush in this time, practically carrying Elodie out the door by her shoulders.

She couldn’t believe it. He’d said something.

Maybe Rufus wasn’t all gone.

[sodasoapsanta]

I completely ditched this account for forever!! :DD Hello again!!! Have some art

[soapsodasanta]

I am about to pass out

[greenjellybeanfish]

This is Simon, a D&D Tabaxi character who is HEAVILY inspired by Herbert West. He has some differences in personality but his motivations still revolve around raising the dead (necromancy wizard). It was just a fun way of injecting(lol) some of my current fixation into one of my current campaigns.

[justdavronthings]

whoops my finger slipped

[kheprriverse]

Finally finished this doodle! Hydahlla and her strange (dragon) children.

[popfizzles]

Does Missy Houndstooth know any of the Howling Aces?

honestly, now...

[lobotomisedsims]

Played around with poses too hard and now I think Rufus broke his neck-

[gabbertrapmix]

Alola doodle dump!! Some of my old OCs I've revamped plus my recent shiny Nihilego, Haribo :D

The Prisma one on a dark background cuz I thought it might look cool

[ramlightly]

What is Morgan's backstory??? Also, baby Morgan looks like they might be in need of hug, and I am willing to risk the coins in my pocket to do it

Once upon a time, there was a crow that liked shiny things very much and particularly like stealing from the local wizard's collection. One day, however, the crow picked a bad time to visit as the wizard was in the middle of a ritual that went completely wrong. The walls distorted, rocks turns to gems, the vegetables in the garden grew to size of small houses, and the crow turned into a human.

The wizard (his name is Rufus. Well, technically it's not, but Morgan just calls him Rufus) couldn't turn the crow-turned-human back, so he ends up raising the boy, teaching him how to act human and magic. They developed a father and son dynamic, with the crow becoming quite fond of old Rufus.

But the crow, who eventually chose the name Morgan, never felt completely at home as a human. He yearned too much from his old life, things like flying and his flock. He wanted a way to change from crow to human and back again as much as he pleased, to always have the choice that was originally taken from him. So Morgan left the tower and Rufus to journey the world and go on adventures.

Morgan, uh, mostly used the magic he learned to become steal a lot lol. He's become rather well known for being a very effective but also very odd thief.

And yeah, baby Morgan could use a hug. He did not take the sudden transition from crow to human very well. He doesn't remember very much of the first couple of weeks other the overwhelming emotions of confusion and fear.

[snifsnoof]

our hearts lay still and cold, under ice and frozen soil

[cosmiconix]

Hi Frollo, I have a question for you! I've seen from previous questions that you have cats, so how many do you have and can we see them all please 🙏?

(Cosmo: I decided to color this one for you stars, that way you can see what the cats look like in color! 😆✨)

[sodasoapsanta]

First post of these two on the new blog >:]

Rufus and Percy when Percy says something mean 😋😋😋

[soapsodasanta]

Oc Wip I think I should finish

[amerricanartwork]

It's kinda crazy to think that my latest sketchbook — the one I've been working on for around two years now — is finally finished. Even more so since this is technically the first sketchbook I've actually finished all the way through! I've had others in the past, but most of the ones I still have are barely even halfway completed.

I didn't want to stress too much about making something super big and elaborate to finish it off the way some sketchbook artists start and finish their sketchbooks, but at the same time I wanted there to be a sense of closure and satisfaction with the last page. I decided to finish off this sketchbook with a simple, yet nice colored pencil drawing as a way of both leaving off with a fun and relaxing drawing and showing how much I've developed from the quick and messy Feryn pencil scribbles I began this sketchbook with. And looking back on it, I really did grow in a lot of ways as I made this, in my interests as well as the processes I used, knowledge I gained, and even mediums I found enjoyment with.

I'm so glad I managed to finish my first sketchbook, and so thankful to have gotten so much fun art and useful skills from working on it. Now, it's time to see how I'll keep moving forward with my next sketchbook...!

P.S. Here is one of the draft pages I made to figure out the lighting of this piece: