#rufus oc

[ghostfacekickasshero]

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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.

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

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I am about to pass out

[kheprriverse]

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

[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

[imagine-notnatural]

COD n SPN have been running amok in my mind for some time now so here is a product of that.

Okay so reader, who years ago, was saved from a shapeshifter stalker who was obsessed with them and decided to terrorize them by killing and mutilating anyone who they’d date or bring back to their place. Bobby caught wind of the murders, and when he made it to the reader’s town finds himself in the presence of his favorite person,(sarcasm) Rufus. Begrudgingly they work the case together and quickly find the link between all the murders is you, the reader.

Rufus and Bobby who briefly think you’re the shifter, and nearly act on the thought but when they stake out your apartment and you remain the whole night there and another murder occurs , rule you out but know you’re at the center of it.

It only takes a day or two before Rufus and Bobby catch the shifter breaking into your home in the dead of night wearing your own face trying kill you. (Traumatized fr fr). After your stalker found out you were moving but was unable find out where, enters and tries killing you for trying to leave them. Your Shifter stalker doesn’t manage to do any mortal damage by the time Bobby and Rufus break in through your front door. Bobby who’s first in and tackles the shifter before it can deal anymore damage and Rufus who shoots it off him when the tables are turned. When the shifter screams in pain and jumps out of a window, Rufus begins to run out to chase it when Bobby yells at him to make sure he kills it.

“Im not an idiot Bobby, Silver bullet to the dome” Rufus yells as he rushes back out the door.

Rufus who had gone shooting the weekend before and forgot to switch out his regular bullets for his silver bullets.

Rufus who shoots the shifter in the heart and head, watching the shifter stop moving before heading back to your apartment and finding Bobby cleaning your wounds and getting you to calm down.

“Im leaving. I’m done. I can’t be here anymore. Not after tonight.”

“You got people?” Bobby asks you, finishing wrapping up your forearm.

“I was moving for college anyways. I’ll just have to move there sooner. Its across the country..”

Bobby who just grunts as he gets up, wishing you good luck and passing you a business card. They stay long enough to help you load up your already packed belongings into your rental car and let you say goodbye.

Bobby and Rufus who head back in their truck to pick up the body before daylight roles around and find the area empty.

“Well where the hell is it Rufus?”

“Now I could’ve sworn-“

“Rufus-”

Rufus who immediately checks his gun. Shocked to see his ammo isn’t what he thought it was.

Bobby who exasperatedly curses Rufus out before giving you a call. Letting you know to step on the gas and disappear. You, immediately doing so.

You, who stay gone for three years without issue. You find work soon after making it to your destination, which thankfully you never spoke to anyone ever about. You find work as a janitor at a military base in the state, establish yourself but never draw attention to yourself. Nearly perfecting the art. You make friends but not really more so like people you make speak to during class but not after, continue working while your study, but you don’t date or let people know where you live. You don’t trust, or let people pass certain walls, keeping everyone at a distance. You live in fear and paranoia that you’ll be found. You get quite good at disappearing into the background and making people believe they’re close when they really don’t know all that much about you.

You, who despite your best efforts to be ignored and fade into obscurity somehow manage to become popular(luckily limited to on base) after you make friends with Michael, your work bestie turned all around bestie and together manage to get into tons of random scenarios that are straight out of some sort of bad comedy.

Michael, who gives himself nicknames, once believed the earth to be flat but grew out of it, has a historically bad record with squirrels, “rat dogs”, and raccoons, but has managed to befriend the local murder of crows and any hummingbird within his home, is simultaneously slow and as quick as whip. Making you question how he managed to get into all the Ivy Leagues he’d applied to( to which yes, you ended up asking for proof), and somehow manages to rope you into his “great ideas” which often end up not being so great. He’s a bit of a nut, but he manages to truly get past the distance you desperately try to maintain and becomes your best friend.

Back to you. The incident that made people know of you was actually when Michael got attacked by a family of raccoons while on rounds twice in one day and you ran over to save him with a broom both times. While Mikey(one of Michael’s many nicknames) started getting clowned on by his on-base friends, people began to notice the two of you interact and eventually you began allowing yourself to make small steps to making true new friends. You slowly start to break out of the cycle you’ve lived in for the past three years and start to feel more like yourself with time.

That’s when the 141 come in. They get stationed at this base right as Michael’s influence truly works it’s magic and you begin to embrace the ‘chaotic good’ potential beginning to ramp up. With years of friend making to make up for, you manage to get to know or make friends with at least one person from every department, building, and branch.

You meet ‘Gaz’ while stocking the 141s assigned rec room/ kitchen of their private barracks. You guess being some crazy skilled soldiers gets you the privilege of privacy and convenience. Right as your finishing stocking up the fridge you bump into Gaz, who is unfairly good looking for someone who’s still waking up. Who lets someone be this hot so early in the day?! You bite your tongue to keep you from saying anything other than a good morning before regaining your self.

You quietly introduce yourself, purposely lowering you voice while doing so before letting him know you’ll be the one in charge of keeping them in stock and pointing off where he could find everything.

“Oh and here you’ve got your protein and granola bars in this cabinet. Unless yall want me to exact my pettiest of revenges please don’t eat them over the sofa-“

Kyle who cracks up at your well meaning quips, and makes sure to catch your name before you leave.

Kyle who later jokingly warns Johnny not to make a mess of the Nature Valley bar he’s going at or face the wrath of the cute janitor that maintains the place.

You meet the captain and the lieutenant in the same night.

You’re cleaning the last office of the night with music playing in your Non approved earbuds and as such don’t notice the fact that the motion sensor lights outside of the room have begun activating. You’re humming to the tune of the song playing, not hearing the two taps on the door before it opens.

You’re still cleaning, lost in the music when you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder. You instantly spin around with a gasp, ripping out your earbuds out. You make a sound of relief when Price quickly apologizes and introduces himself as temporary owner of the office. Heart still racing, you laugh it off and apologize.

“I’m so sorry about that, I’ll be finished in just a moment- AH!”

Your mouth is quicker than your common sense, you somehow didn’t notice the giant behemoth just steps away from Price, leaning against the doorframe wearing a black balaclava.

You slap a hand over your mouth, eyes wide.

“Good of you to introduce yourself Lieutenant,” Price jokes, Ghost stays quiet as his response

Price goes to give you another apology when you start laughing through your breaths.

“No,no that’s uhm- my bad. I’m so sorry, uh- I’m just going to get you a new trash bag and I’ll be out.”

You quickly step around both men, exiting the room briefly to take a trash bag from your cart. You make quick work of it, and step out apologizing to Ghost before you leave.

You quickly clock out afterwards.

Johnny meets you, one late evening in the gym. There’s not many people around this time, he’d decided to workout. It coincidentally turns out to be the same time you start your shift and start your rounds. You walk in having a conversation with your coworker, the two of you steer away from the more crowded area.

Johnny was one of the last few people in the gym that night. He ready to finish his last workout when something told him to lower the volume of his music when the two of you began wiping down nearby equipment. You’d initially entered a bit quieter, but after seeing no one was paying you any mind you started speaking a bit louder just so the two of you (and he) could hear.

It obviously wasn’t the start of the conversation, but he immediately caught on to the topic. He watched on through a mirror that gave him a full view of the two of you.

"I'm telling you, I'm freaking the fuck out man, first it was just some of the guys saying they'd seen me across base. At first I thought these guys are running on less sleep than me, hell if they're thinking right' but then that happened. I'm starting to get paranoid…" You paused as you stared down at your rag and disinfectant spray.

Your coworker leaned over the equipment to make eye contact.

"Imagine it's your evil doppelgänger trying to take over your life or like kill you or something"

You reacted instantly. Swatting him with the rag in your hand and getting up to get another hit in.

"You did not! Mikey! Never in your fucking life put that shit on me again Mikey. I'm being so serious. Don't say that. I rebuke it, I don't claim it-"

"No but think about it, at least five people have said they'd seen you around-" Johnny watched as Mikey continued to taunt you with a smirk.

You made the effort to collect yourself, seeing as you gotten a few looks from the remaining people.

Johnny watched as you soundlessly clapped your hands together and began to harshly whisper at your coworker.

"Mikey, Mike, Michael, I'm desperately trying not to crash the fuck out right now. I've told you like three times this is my worst fear, do NOT make me spiral dude. I have not found a good therapist yet-“

“I’m mean I’m just thinking out loud,” he shrugged. Turning to clean off another machine. By now, it was just John in the area you were working in, with three others in another across the room.

You too moved on to another machine, one closer to him than the last.

“Well don’t, think silently. Keep your crusty chapped ass lips closed-“

“Hey wait, follow up,” Mike stopped in his tracks turning to face you.

“No, no follow ups, I don’t want to talk about this anymore.“ You froze briefly as you spoke, then continued cleaning.

“No! Please, I want to know-“

“Whatever it is, the answer is no.”

“Just let me ask and I’ll drop the topic I promise, on our friendship, I will.” Mikey made a crossing motion over his heart.

Positioned in a way where both John and Mikey could only see your back, you respond with a sigh“…Fine. What?”

“Okay. Now, don’t hate me.”

“You’re making it hard not to, hurry up.”

“Say you got over your fears and past all the crazy shit…would you fuck your doppelgänger?”

“…”

“…”

Johnny could hear the deadpan look.

“Are you fucking kidding me Michael?”

“On our friendship! (Name), on our friendship”

“I’m rethinking that shit Mike…” you take a breath, then another, Mikey and John both patiently waiting for an answer.

“Probably not.”

“What?! Weak.”

“Why ask me if you’re just going to shit on my answer Mikey?! No! I wouldn’t fuck my doppelgänger!”

“But like a doppelgänger is like someone who genetically has no connection with you but just the physical appearance of you, you know?! Like, they’re not genetically related to you like a twin. Maybe a clone-“

“Michael, I’m going to stop you right there, I told you I was done after that question. No follow ups to the follow ups. I’m not going to go into the intricacies of the differences between clones, twins and doppelgängers. Not right now.”

“Right. Sorry. “ the two of you split ways then and worked in tandem to clean off equipment efficiently . John wouldn’t admit he’d been holding back a laugh or two, or that he’d purposely added in a few reps to listen in on the conversation.

When he’d made it back to the barracks, Gaz greeted him in the common room.

“Took your time, didn’t you?”

John just nodded, debating whether or not to tell him why he’d taken long. Ultimately deciding to do so

“Weird question mate, would you sleep with your doppelgänger?”

“Wha?”

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Various oc doodles over the last few weeks :) +oc ref for a new doggy oc i got on TH that im making friends with my other chef doggy Frank

[Commission Prices][Etsy][Buy me a Kofi]

[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

[thechaotichorselord]

”CHEAT ON ME?! THIS IS MY D A D”

[ghostfacekickasshero]

"One day, I'll have to tell all of you everything. It won't be for a few years, or who knows how long it'll be. And it won't be easy for me either."

[snifsnoof]

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

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

Rufus and Percy when Percy says something mean 😋😋😋

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Oc Wip I think I should finish

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Does Missy Houndstooth know any of the Howling Aces?

honestly, now...