#swallow (oc)

[feymaid]

I could get the clink for life, or the electric chair. But I don’t want to die a virgin.

[emthimofnight]

Introducing the adopted son of Jet the Hawk, Rocket the Rooster! 😁

Some info:

Was found as an orphan by Jet when he was very young. He was taken under Jet's wing after being caught trying to steal from the Babylon Rogues. Despite initially being seen as an apprenticeship of sorts, Jet and Rocket eventually grew to see each other as father and son.

He is rivals with Stellar the Hedgehog and is love rivals with Camellia the Cat. Stellar thinks he is super cool, and she has a crush on him. Camellia hates him with a fiery passion. 😂

When he came out, he chose the name "Rocket" to cement his place among the Babylon Rogues.

He was raised to view Sonic (and by extension, Stellar) as rivals/competition. Jet is very happy to get under Sonic's skin by having his son outdo (and potentially romance???) his daughter.

Flirts with Stellar when they compete to try and get the upper hand by distracting her. She is too gullible to recognize he is just doing it to win.

Affectionately called "Rocky" by friends and family.

Both Sonic and Shadow don't like him being around Stellar.

Less of a showboat than Jet, but still has an ego.

Doesn't actually catch feelings for Stellar until she realizes what a dick he is and wrecks his shit. It is the second she kicks him so hard he sees stars that he understands why she is named "Stellar". By that point, of course, Stellar has written him off (much to Camellia's delight).

[choccy-milky]

✨ pokémon AU! 🔴✨ clora is mainly fairy & psychic (bc shes sweet but also smart) whereas seb trends towards fire/dark (even tho i only ended up giving him 1 dark pokemon...shhh) i originally gave him a houndour, bc dark + guard dog was such a perfect combo for him, but arcanine ALSO suits him and is way cuter so i had to go with that 🥹 and i had to fit in a raven and a snake pokemon somewhere bc...cmon🥰 BAHAHA

TYSM to the anon who inspired this!! it was so much fun

[everchased]

🐦♥️🦇

[dizzybizz]

mostly jrwi riptide but also @bardace's oc forts is here

[merletka]

Just feel like sketch dumping some garbage with my oc

[limesquares]

the mice at petsmart hate me for my snakeperson swag 😔

[cursed-and-haunted]

your hands are instruments of god and you can put them inside of other people

[m1nsur0]

[JTTW OC: 智平] monkey fuck around, monkey find out

[pampanope]

UH OH

7-11: “Excuse me while I bang my head against the nearest surface.”

[frayedcircus]

she swallowed a calliope and her bones look like a cartoon

[sewermageboy]

I don't think I'll ever be normal about meeting Inquisitor Ameridan in the Jaws of Hakkon DLC. Especially not as an elf mage.

Here's this guy, and he's just like you! He's an elf, and he's a mage, and he was in love! He was made Inquisitor against his will, and he gave his life to save others, and they thanked him by burying his true identity under a sanitized, fictitious history. His best friend didn't come to his aid, and his best friend's son invaded the Dales and killed his people. His attempts to turn the Inquisition into something good were corrupted and misused to control mages.

And you think: is that what's going to happen to me? Will they forget I'm an elf, a mage, that I'm in love with a man? Will they turn me into a mindless figure of worship like Andraste, and use me for their own ends however suits them? I've given the Inquisition so much, will what is left of me be erased, too?

"Take those moments of happiness when you can. The world will take the rest," Ameridan tells you, and you know that he's right.

[moonverc3x]

(gosh I hope that comic is at least readable- Ignore all the inconsistencies, I've never drawn and colored a comic before 😭) Anyways- meet the heroes of yore! sort of... you get to know what they look like at least!

Im finally getting around to publicly sharing some tidbits of lore with yall! Originally the "heroes of yore" spiel Galacta reads was going to be just text but I thought people would probably like it a little better if there was a comic to accompany it!

and im. not sure how to end this post?? I suppose I can say that Meta and Galacta Knight are open for asks!!! Im hoping I can keep the energy to keep this thing going, but only time will tell!

[hydaen]

❖ Swallows ❖

[hooter-n-company]

Some more recent art I made of Bubba for @twistedtummies2's birthday, starring his 'sona Rochak in a rather precarious position. He's rather fond of the giant swamp beast (in his own timid, blushy way), and Bubba feels the same...albeit in a much, MUCH more possessive sense. Blame the lil' guy for being such an amazing cook...and for tasting so damn good himself. XD

TT2 also wrote a wonderful little blurb to go along with the image, which I have attached below. Go check out the other stuff he's written, he's got a TON on his page!

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“Mmmmaaaaaaaahhhhhh…”

Rochak blinked his green eyes a couple times, as light stung them and saliva dripped onto his lids. He watched as the long, slimy, sticky, serpentine tongue that slathered and slithered under his chin stretched out, its goopy tip dexterously clamped around the brim of his beloved top hat.

He whimpered; he tried to wiggle, but the powerful peristaltic muscles that held everything from his chest downwards didn’t offer much room to move around. He was cocooned in rippling, pulsing flesh; slippery enough to let him slide downwards without much issue, but strong enough to keep him from going anywhere they didn’t want him to go.

A keening, flustered, frightened sound left the human. Hot, damp breath that smelled like a dead marsh flowed up and around him; they only intensified the blush upon his face, even as he felt himself trembling impulsively in the craw of his consumer. He tried to speak a couple times, to no avail. Either the words just wouldn’t come, choked in the back of his own throat, his lungs working overtime to keep him from passing out…or, when they DID start to leave his little lips, the tongue would roll and buck under him, slicking his face and making him sputter, and very nearly pushing him down the gullet that greedily waiting to gulp him down completely.

Bubba rumbled with pleasure, his grin wide and jagged. To any random observer, it would have seemed truly wicked…but it really wasn’t a look of evil. Simply of mischief.

Of course, you had to know the river beast well to know that, and the swamp-dwelling predator typically only got people acquainted with one part of him: his endlessly gluttonous guts.

Rochak would be one of the few to go down into those guts and come out again alive…but the carnivorous amphibian didn’t need to TELL him that, did he? After all, feeling his scared little heartbeat pitter-patter against his insides was just MUCH too entertaining to pass up.

With a deep, devilish chortle, the swamp swallower stretched his maw just a tad wider. He rubbed his upper belly with his webbed forelimbs, as he allowed his little pet one last look at the world outside.

The human WOULD see it all again…but not for several long, dark, smelly, sludge-coated hours.

Rochak let out a soft “meep!” as the glutton’s belly bellowed needily below his toes. Bubba could feel his heartbeat kick up a notch, and sensed more than simply fear in the little man’s heart. Deviously, Bubba wondered: by the time he got out of his belly…would the squeaky little swamp mouse even WANT to be free?

He shrugged. Ah, well. It really didn’t matter, did it?

The jaws finally snapped shut…and down the hatch the little rodent went.

GUUULLLP!

“BEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLCH! Ahhhh…tastes like Mama’s chicken! Heh heh heh…”