#schreibers ocs

[druckkugelschreiber]

My OC creation process in video games I play first time is like: mess around in the CC until I like the vibes and then build backstory and name upon the random vibes I get while playing.

No planning to be found. Only vibes. Except maybe name planning. Cause meaning is important to the vibes but that‘s usually after the CC so again vibes

[magnificentmicrowave]

songtember day 30: Arianne Schreiber - Komm, Süsser Todd

[schreibvibe]

Thought this distinguished gentleman looked familiar and

...my fingers slipped

[macabrecocktail]

assorted Warhammer 40k sketches

[krysztusmuvei]

Do you believe a bad man can change?

I always felt controversial about drawing my WW2 OCs and talking about them, it is a very sensitive topic indeed but I have always been interested in the psychological and emotional aspects of war, especially modern wars.

I imagined Albert as a young man born in 1912 in Munich, Germany. He was the second oldest of six sons but his physical abilities and looks made him stand out of the row of his brothers. As we know, young people are easily radicalized and he was not an exception. He sympathized with A.H.’s ideologies because it benefited him, as a young, healthy European man living in a traditional marriage.

He went to military school, training to be an officer - he was really successful, he got really close to higher ranking people after joining SS, so he thought he found his place in the society. But when the second world war started, everything turned upside down.

I am looking forward to tell more about him and Verona, his wife - who is also a character I had for years without even thinking about deepening her personality and story.

I am wishing you happy holidays y’all! I hope we can meet more next year!🫶🏻🩷

[eucharist-eulogy]

Pick your oc shitpost of the day (hi lupi)

[starpunchsteria]

🔮 Made a mock-up comic page for Nightmaiden and Batman!

Close-ups under the cut!

[aestheticallypleasinganimeboys]

Wolfgang Schreiber - H-Game: Dies Irae

[druidx]

Her Countenance was Light - Chapter 19

CW: None AO3 ; Chapters: 01. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16. 17. 18 Tag list (ask for +/-): @aquadestinyswriting, @hannah-heartstrings, @jacqueswriteblrlibrary, @babyblueetbaemonster

A cab ride takes her out to the Emerald Star, where she waits until the Icelandic contingent sweeps through the foyer. She watches, waiting for her opening to fall in step. His Majesty is wearing a fine velvet tuxedo in dark green with a sash of black and gold, ornamented with green ribbons and medallions. Behind him walks Merri in a combination tuxedo floor-length frock-coat. At her side, her husband Yoruk is similarly attired as King Storri. Elo counts an additional three ubiquitous black suits around the King and a further six around the foyer.

She falls in step with the group. The agent stops reaching for his weapon and blinks. "Apologies, my Lady, I hardly recognised you," he murmurs and allows her to step in next to the King. King Storri casts a glance as she does so. "You scrub up well." "Thank you. You're not too bad yourself." King Storri grins. "You seem to have taken Anderssen's advice." "Mhm. It was good advice. Please extend my thanks." King Storri inclines his head.

Then they are at City Hall, stepping out of His Majesty's limo to the startling flares of flash guns. It's unsurprising – this dinner is a Big Deal, and every journo and society rag in the city wants a piece of the action. Though, in the latter case, who is wearing what often overshadows the reason for the event. As they walk up the fan of marble steps, Elo finds herself missing Evie more than ever. Her friend had a talent for the crowd that Elo does not, something Elo could often hide behind as Evie flirted and blushed and gathered all the attention to herself. The King halts them at the top step, and Elo shakes away the past to position herself in front of his left as he waves to the crowds. She glances at Merri, unhappy with the King being so exposed and receives a nod followed by a discrete finger countdown. King Storri must have seen it too – the moment Merri's hand closes in a fist, he gives one last wave, presses a warm hand to Elo's shoulder, and they go inside.

Dinner is as tedious as expected. There are a lot of speeches; the High Priest of Galantanka before the first course is served, then the Acting Magister after. The Exchequer pontificates between second and third courses, various guild heads at other odd points, and finally King Storri gives his panegyric over the coffee. Elo is deeply thankful no one is expecting her to do one – she has visions of stumbling through a speech with something to offend everyone at the table. She eats quickly and in silence. Schreiber, the Master of Commerce and a dislikable little fellow as never there was, spends the whole meal attempting to schmooze King Storri; the King, for politeness' sake, has to let himself appear schmoozed. She can't even talk shop with Police Chief Andile to her right, who's ignoring her in favour of talking golf with the District Attorney, and the table is too wide to try talking with Nima Thayer, the head of the Broderers guild. She doesn't mind overmuch, even if it means she's bored and irritated, because it means she's less likely to accidentally offend by offering a snarky comment to the person with the least humour for these things. For all her talk of wearing her symbols earlier, she knows that's what her presence here is full stop – she herself is a symbol. She is just here to be seen, a notable female hero displayed alongside the King of Iceland to assure the other members of Congress that this series of negotiations is a good thing. She may as well be a china doll for all that anyone actually cares to have her here.

Eventually, the dinner is over, and the guests are herded into the ballroom to mingle. She and King Storri waltz around the room a few times, just to drive in the point that the King of Iceland is open to making amends and that she, Lady Freeman of the City and beloved hero, approves of his presence.

After their third turn, Acting Magister Clayrmantle graciously cuts in. "I thought I told you to wear a gown?" he says as they spin around the floor. "You told me to find a dress I could fight in," she snips back, though her heart isn't really in it. "Mm," he says, his tone lightening. "I rather suppose I did, didn't I? It does suit you, you know. An elegant outfit for an elegant young lady." They take another spin. "Your Aunts would be proud of you, you know." "Acting Magister, after what happened at lunch, you have lost the right to talk about my personal affairs." Another spin. "Then allow me to express my regret at my poor choice of words and for permitting the stress of our unprecedented situation to have overcome me. I swear on my office it will not happen again." The problem, Elo thinks as they spin on, with having this conversation on the dance floor, is she cannot see his face very well. He stares over her shoulder, amber eyes melancholic. There are bags under his eyes that maybe weren't there a few days ago. The light changes, and all at once the mask shifts and she sees him for the tired, middle-aged man he is, who didn't really want to be Acting Magister but will, regardless, do the best he can to serve his city faithfully. "You stepped over a line," Elo says, "and there is no taking back what was said. But I will agree, the situation we find ourselves in is unusual. With one-third of the Triumvirate out of action, I… appreciate things are more difficult for you. And I… may… have made myself to be one of those difficult things." Clayrmantle's gaze shifts down to her, and his face changes from forlorn to hopeful, gaining a light smile. "Maybe. But, my dear, you are not nearly the biggest problem I am dealing with." Clayrmantle leads them in a half-turn, out of sequence of the dance, and King Storri hoves into view. Elo gives an indelicate snort. Thazar grins. And just like that, any remaining tensions have gone.

––– The night wears on. Elo spends most of it introducing the King to people who remember her as a child; interspersed with regular conversation is a host of "gosh, little Elo, all grown up". At some point she excuses herself to use the bathroom, leaving Yoruk to accompany King Storri. A flock of people descend upon the two men as soon as she steps away, but Elo thinks little of it. When she returns, Merri accosts her, and they melt away to where it is quieter. "I'm… glad to see you're wearing it. My Thor's Hammer, I mean," Meredith says, her fingers running little patterns on her thigh. "I had thought perhaps you'd gotten rid of it… along with my letter." "Never, I would never." Elo winces, her words spilling too fast. "It went around my neck the day you left and has been off only twice since." Merri's head snaps up, eyes wide and mouth a little 'o', which Elo hopes means she wants to continue their friendship as badly as Elo does. Then Merri frowns. "You don't take it off to bathe?" Her eyes narrow. "You don't have to be dramatic around me." "Alright, yes, I take it off to bathe. But that doesn't count." Merri rolls her eyes with a smile. "Fine. What was so special about those two times then?" "I fell into a canal that had been emptied for maintenance. Got plastered with thick, stinking black mud. I had to get it professionally cleaned." Merri snorts. "You and bloody canals. What about the second time?" "I showed it to Lord High Commander Bloodvein, as evidence of my right to guaranteed safe passage through the Northernmost wastes of your kingdom." "And he bought that?" Merri asks, her eyebrows raised high. "Yes and no," Elo admits. "We were locked up the entire time we made the transit, but we were also safe." Merri barks out a laugh.

They chat for a bit longer – the missed years dropping away – until Elo realises she's been absent from the party for too long. She needs to keep up her political doll duties, and relieve Yoruk; and – to Merri's indignant squawk – make sure the two lovebirds have some time of their own to coo at each other. She finds Yoruk and His Nibs out on the terrace. Yoruk is observing from a distance and looks relieved when he spots her. Two of the ubiquitous black suits are making themselves visible and both look as relieved as Yoruk. Concerned, she turns her attention to King Storri and the crowd around him. It's high-profile business people and similar toadies, headed by Schreiber, the Master of Commerce. Elo rolls her eyes. Schreiber, ass that he is, will be milking King Storri's polite indifference from dinner for all it's worth.

Elo takes pity on the King when she spots under his carefully controlled expression a hint of an emotion most folk get when speaking to Schreiber – that of wanting to beat some sense into him with a baseball bat. "Your Majesty," she says, interjecting herself into a conversational lull, "might I request you come inside? The night is chilly, I would not wish you to come down with an illness." "Lady Toreguarde," he says in greeting. "Of course, you are quite correct. Gentlemen, please excuse me." "You wish to keep him warm then, Officer?" Schreiber says. There is a smattering of guffaws from the surrounding merchants. Elo feels her hackles rising as the King takes her offered arm, but she tamps down on the irritation. Undeterred, Schreiber begins his insult, "Perhaps you should–" "Perhaps you should consider to whom you speak, before making such crass remarks." King Storri turns back to the group. "Your Majesty, this is not necessary," Elo murmurs, reclaiming and putting pressure on his arm. "No, I rather think it is," King Storri says, pulling his arm free. "I will not have you disrespected in this manner. This is no gentleman that stands before me." He steps into the Master of Commerce's personal space. "This is nought but a cretin and a rampallian. Are you so obtuse as to consider her naught but a lowly officer of the law? Are you such a pompous, self-serving, poisonous black-backed toad that you would attempt to demean her worth in front of me, thinking perhaps I should be pleased with your wit?" The King takes a step back, looking down his nose at the Master of Commerce, and for all that he is shorter, Elo thinks she has never seen someone look so lordly in her life. Then he spits on the ground at Schreiber's feet. "You are nothing but a worm, unfit to crawl in the dirt at her feet, you wretched, misbegotten–" Elo can feel the wind-up coming; surges forward to prevent the inevitable conclusion. "Alright! Yes, thank you, Your Majesty! I rather think he–!"

All at once, rather a lot of things happen.

[therainjumper]

Yes, they are the same idea.

[druckkugelschreiber]

Fun Lucanis x Rook dynamics I'm contemplating for future playthroughs and or writing:

Warden Rook who eats absolutely everything. They don't really care what it is as long as it doesn't give them poison sideeffects, coincidentally, they are practically impossible to poison and have a stomach of steel. They are like the HoF, finding a bottle on the battlefield, sniffing it, 'yeah that's okay' and then chugging it. Yes they will drink you under the table in any drinking competition.

Lucanis sees what they eat (and sees them cooking once) instantly gains a couple of grey hairs due to stress and bans them from cooking permanently (and bans them from eating anything he hasn't prepared for them).

Basically the person version of a labrador.

Mourn Watch Rook who likes to annoy Lucanis by reanimating people he killed just for fun. Or creeping him out. And or talking to Spite. They are a brat, also don't let them cook because they might try a recipe a spirit suggested to them or let a skeleton help. Will argue with Lucanis (and Spite) about everything for fun.

Veiljumper Rook who has major bambi energy. Similar to Bellara, they just want to explore fun artifacts (maybe blow something up accidentally), they can fight sure, but like not venatori and monsters and everything else the world throws at them.

Lucanis just stresses the whole time keeping them alive and swooning about them being cute basically.

This one is getting major, huge, monumental trauma all throughout the arc. Innocent baby OC basically. Probably... when I write them it might shitft.

Anyway, feel free to play around with them on your own if they inspire you in some way or form.

[idv-news-boi]

C3 for Elaine or Liam because why not :3

// no context here/ih

[ravennaortiz]

Everything on this list is incredible!

Masterlist💗

Started: 10/22/2020

Last Updated: 08/25/2024

Angel Reyes

"Hungry and Hormonal"

"Disastrous Deception"

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

"Out of Control"

“Get Your Act Together”

Odell Beckham Jr.

Gif credit: @objs13

"I Got You"

Chris Evans

Gif credit: @capsgrantrogers

“This Thing Called Life”

“Here We Go”

Rio

"Gang Friend and a Gentleman"

“Are You Listening?”

Daily Struggles Series: "Keep Me Posted"

"Are You Listening?" - Part Two: "The Breakdown"

“Gimme Some”

“Are You Listening?” - Part Three: “Bad Idea”

“Through It All” - Part One

“Are You Listening?” - Interlude - “Drinks On Me, Yeah?”

“Are You Listening?” - Part Four - “My Little Rider”

"Tempting Limits"

"Balancing Acts"

Rio Ask/Headcanons (In Order):

(I don't take requests, but sometimes I give in 😆)

Rio and Wifey on Vacay w/ baby girl.

Rio, Wifey, and All Girls.

Baby Mama, Four Times Over.

Built In Babysitter. Evolution of a Mini Hustla.

Valentine's Day and a Wedding Anniversary.

Rio’s Mini-me.

Let’s Go Little Kitty-Kat

It Be Your Own Blood

"Like Father, Like Son"

Pablo Schreiber

"Mini Mediators"

Yahya Abdul-Mateen II

"Nobody’s Gonna Know"-Part One.

“Nobody’s Gonna Know” - Part Two.

Kevin Atwater

"Until The Cops Come Knocking"

"Loud and Wrong"

Jay Halstead

“Echoes of Redemption”

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

"Late Night Cravings"

“Under the Mask”

“Haunted Hearts”

🚨SNIPPETS🚨

"Feeling Flustered" - EZ Reyes SNIPPET

"Disastrous Deception: Part Five" - Angel Reyes SNIPPET

"Do Not Disturb" - Angel Reyes SNIPPET

"Are You Listening" - Rio SNIPPET

"Loud and Wrong" - Kevin Atwater SNIPPET

"When You Come Around" - Chapter: "Restroom Occupied" - Dave East - Kofi Siriboe SNIPPET

“Mini Mediators” - Pablo Schreiber SNIPPET

“Don’t Hurt Yourself” - Chapter: “Shot For Me” - Odell Beckham Jr. SNIPPET

"The Way You Move" - "Say What Now?" (song series) - Yahya Abdul-Mateen II SNIPPET

“Clear A Bitch” - Chris Evans SNIPPET

“Get Your Act Together” - “Say What Now?” (Song series) - Angel Reyes SNIPPET

"Late Night Flights" - Chris Evans SNIPPET

Divider Credit: @firefly-graphics 💕.

[krysztusmuvei]

Do it for the homeland | I.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬-𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘳.

The newlyweds’ early years of marriage was spent full of hope and anticipation for a child. Verona was prepared to be a traditional housewife, she learned to manage the household and later the children.

The hardships of war reached the young couple’s marriage as well, Verona felt lonely without her loving husband, who was with her every day before.

[starpunchsteria]

Drew Nightmaiden in the Harley Quinn Show!

[gr0wing-th0rns]

Da ich gerade mal wieder in der DB Odyssey verschwunden bin, schicke ich auch mal eine Frage herum! Gibt es irgendwelche Gemeinsamkeiten zwischen euren MMFFs Ocs, die euch so aufgefallen sind? Das können kleine und große Sachen sein. (Zb. Alle meine Mädchen sind über 1.70m) Gibt es einen Charaktertypus, den ihr gar nicht erstellt/selten erstellt? Warum? (Hoffentlich habe ich niemanden vergessen-)

Erstmal danke für die Frage und ich fühle es etwas zu sehr, ich war gestern auch schon wieder im DB Chaos! :'D

Was haben sie alle gemeinsam? Queer. Was würde ich nie schreiben? Straight.

Aber Spaß beiseite, bei etwas genauerer Betrachtung, sind mir tatsächlich ein paar Gemeinsamkeiten aufgefallen:

🦋 Die Girls sind alle verhältnismäßig groß (Irene ist die größte mit 183cm), während die Jungs alle unter 180cm sind (Vin ist mit 171cm der kleinste).

🦋 Beinahe alle haben Geschwister und selbst die, die keine haben, wachsen nicht als Einzelkinder aus, sondern haben andere Verwandte die für sie wie Geschwister sind.

🦋 Mit Ausnahme von Irene sind sie meist an der oberen Altersgrenze der mmff.

🦋 Alle haben (genau wie ich) Tattoos und Piercings, am häufigsten diverse Knorpelpiercings und Nasenpiercings.

🦋 Ich habe gerade mit Schrecken festgestellt, dass sie beinahe alle Raucher sind.

🦋 Meine girls (besonders auch die D&D Charaktere) sind beinahe immer etwas creepy/weird, während die Männer immer etwas pathetisch sind.

Ich hab mir ehrlich gesagt noch nie Gedanken darüber gemacht, ob es eine bestimmte Art von Charakter (außer dem offensichtlichen wie keine Vergewaltiger etc.) gibt, die ich gar nicht schreiben würde. Vielleicht dadurch das ich noch viel mehr D&D Spieler, als Schreiberling bin und seit mittlerweile 5+ Jahren Game Master ("hilariously" dubbed as ✨Dungeon Mommy✨ by my Players) für unsere Campaign bin, habe ich alle Arten von Charakteren gespielt und dadurch auch keine Reservations diese zu schreiben. Wenn man es gewohnt ist auf Kommando zwischen übermächtiger Feenköngin und kleinem creepy Kind zu wechseln, ist es plötzlich weitaus weniger scary Charaktere zu schreiben, die eigentlich außerhalb der Comfort Zone sind. (Dementsprechend kann ich allen Schreiber*innen nur empfehlen D&D zu spielen!) ☺️✨