#the house of the dead oc

[ladyvendetta]

My art is arting

Ft. Terrible at hands but can manage and that one rando in Fortnite

Btw the reference from Genderbend Solid Snake in MGS was from the MGS Audio Drama artwork from Shinkawa, Meryl is gud in stealth suit

Note: USE REFERENCES!

but don't copy/trace the references, just study and observe how it works till the anatomy is anatomy-ing a lil bit

[blackkatdraws2]

They like to visit their favorite human every once and a while. [Original Characters]

The building is haunted, but the ghosts get attached to the workers [specifically the older ones who work there.]

The new workers are afraid of encountering them [most probably don't even know they exist and think it's just a rumor] while the older workers are used to them.

They're especially fond of this one guy in particular. He's been working here for 30+ years. They treat him like your indoor cat and he leans into their affection because he's a lonely starved old man who everyone sees as strict and indifferent.

[Note: This affection only extends to the older workers of the haunted building. (New workers have been reported fainting around their presence.) Others will not be treated as nicely. Please keep your distance and notify guards during an encounter.]

[zivazivc]

I made a Trolls OC because of course I did. She is a bee herder and she's constantly covered in pollen.

[arthursfuckinghat]

The dialogue for the missions in red dead online are so fucking funny to me because 90% of them are like

Npc: Hey you, looking for work?

Your oc: •_•

Npc: Not much of a talker are ya? Well I need you to kill this guy, can you do that?

Your oc: •_•

Npc: Good, I'll pay you for your troubles. Come back and see me sometime yeah?

Your oc: •_•👍

[moonmeg]

Missing

[anotherlikeyou]

Fr fr

[slimey-wallz]

I had the biggest, chunkiest, art block I've ever had in my WHOLE EXISTENCE. So I scavenged through Tumblr to get inspo, for like 2 hours or something, and I came across this AWESOME person, @sketchquill, who just HAPPENED TO HAVE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL OC EVER, and so one thing led to another :) 💕

w/ long hair 💕✨

Can't forget the little guy!

When I finished this I realized that I could have been working on my inbox requests and refs. *Sigh*

[les-fleurrs-du-mal]

regulus black x original muggle character {enemies to lovers}

Regulus Black x original female character (muggle)

Inspired by WizardGod's 'dirty old town' on ao3 (and honestly, Pride and Prejudice)

This is an unfinished, ongoing fic! I update consistently every weekend and there are currently 27 chapters.

Read here on ao3 or wattpad (note: I have just recently posted to Wattpad and I'm slowly adding chapters. All current chapters are on ao3)

Summary:

Flora, the muggle half-sister of protective older brother Remus Lupin, is hidden away during the First Wizarding War for fear of werewolf attacks. It seems things cannot possibly get worse until Regulus Black, who has deviated from the fold of Death Eaters, also needs somewhere to hide.

Forced together by circumstance, their relationship is rocky from the start, but Flora won't be daunted by Regulus' arrogance and unpleasant airs. As they both slowly overcome their dislike of one another, mutual respect and understanding begin to grow, and their feelings start to shift from mere affection to something deeper and more profound.

"Touch me again and see what happens, you filthy muggle," he said. His voice was full of venomous, unbridled hatred, but he spoke in an even tone. It was too calm and for a moment it scared Flora.

But Flora straightened up, refusing to let herself be frightened by this boy. Because really that's all he was. Just a boy.

"Or what?" She challenged.

His surprise was obvious as she stood her ground. He blinked a few times, looking at her as he considered his next move. Flora was not very tall, or at least compared to Regulus she was not tall, as he completely towered over her; he stared fixedly at her face, enraged by the sheer audacity of this muggle girl.

"Go on," she prompted when he still didn't answer. "Or what? You don't even have a wand."

"I don't need a wand," he spat back. "I don't need it to deal with a little girl like you." He wanted to say something to terrify her, to make her back down and respect him as the superior, but he couldn't find the words. Instead, he settled for glowering at her like a shadowy spectre. This still didn't appear to have the effect he'd hoped for. Flora clearly was not afraid, or was otherwise doing a very good job of hiding it.

[feistyfox47]

Mattheo: I truly hate it here <3 Theodore: Now replace “it” with “women”. Not so funny now, is it? Lorenzo: Now replace “it” with “women”. Not so funny now, is women? Draco: Now replace “funny” with “women”. Not so women now, is funny? Pansy: I’m having a fucking stroke. Lorenzo: Now replace “stroke” with “baby”. Congratulations!

[dammarchy211]

Obligatory rocking House’s shit that I started in April and didn’t finish til July oops. The Joshua Graham fit was just for in game accuracy you’re never gonna see Gazer in that again.

[ladyvendetta]

K my HOTD OC in Shinkawa-esque style

Ngl she's gud

And actually there's two pics depending on your device whereas my laptop has brown but however it's pinkish (for my phone it's dark red)

Lemme know

[valueloyalty]

oh how I miss the vibes of the old tv shows, the intro, the scripts, characters development, how it was filmed and directed, the soundtrack….

what do u guys think?

[sailorgoon13]

Regulus Black

Basics:

Full Name: Regulus Arcturus Black

Nickname: Reg, Reggie

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: 28 June, 1961

Heritage: English

Blood Status: Pure Blood

Wand: Walnut, Phoenix feather, 11", Rigid

Appearance:

Hair Color: Black hair, natural curl

Eye Color: Grey eyes

Skin Tone: Light

Height: 5'9"

Body Type: Slender, lean.

Style: Tailored robes of rich, deep colors—charcoal black, midnight blue, and emerald green. Beneath his robes, he favored crisp, white shirts paired with fitted trousers. His hair, dark and tousled, fell effortlessly across his forehead. Around his neck, he wore a simple pendant

Features: His hair dark and possibly slightly unkempt. His stormy grey eyes. Stoic exterior

Personality:

Traits: Determination, Integrity, Compassion, Selflessness

Likes: Music, Art, Nature walks

Dislikes: Arrogance, Close mindedness, Prejudice, Injustice

Hobbies: Quidditch, Reading

Fears: Voldemort, What Voldemort planned on doing

Family and Friends:

Father: Orion Black

Staunch believers in the supremacy of pure-blood wizards and witches

Likely authoritarian parents who expected strict obedience and adherence to family traditions from their sons. Their rigid upbringing likely contributed to the conflicts and tensions within the Black family.

Mother: Walburga Black

Was infamous for her enchantment of the Black family tapestry, which displayed the family's tree.

She blasted off the names of any family members who were disowned or deemed unworthy, including Sirius when he left home.

Friends: Regulus upbringing within the pure-blood supremacist Black family, suggests that he may not have had many genuine friendships, especially outside of those who shared his family's beliefs. His relationship with his brother Sirius suggests that he may have harbored feelings of loyalty and affection towards him, despite their differences. Though strained by their ideological divide, their familial bond could have provided a foundation for understanding and mutual support.

Magic:

Special Abilities: Was taught Dark Magic at a young age

Boggart: Voldemort

Patronus: He could not produce one

Polyjuice: Would appear to be black with silver specks. Smells like old parchment and ink, mixed with earthy tones. The taste would be subtle and similar to dark chocolate with a hint of bitterness.

Amortentia: Subtle undertone of smoky incense or burning parchment, a faint scent of lilies and fresh air after a storm

Backstory:

From a young age, Regulus Black was groomed to uphold the traditions and beliefs of his prestigious pure-blood family. His parents, Orion and Walburga, had high expectations for both him and his older brother Sirius, expecting them to excel in their studies at Hogwarts and uphold the family's legacy of loyalty to the Dark Lord Voldemort.

As children, Regulus and Sirius were inseparable, bound by their shared experiences and the weight of their family's expectations. They dreamed of making their mark on the wizarding world together, fueled by their ambition and thirst for recognition.

But as they grew older, Sirius began to question their family's beliefs and rebel against their parents' authority. His defiance strained their relationship, leaving Regulus torn between his loyalty to his family and his affection for his brother.

Desperate to prove himself to his parents and earn their approval, Regulus stepped up to fill the role that Sirius had abandoned. He embraced the teachings of Voldemort and joined the ranks of the Death Eaters, believing that he was serving a noble cause and fulfilling his family's expectations.

However, as Regulus became more deeply involved in Voldemort's dark agenda, he began to witness the true extent of the Dark Lord's cruelty and ruthlessness. Horrified by the atrocities committed in his name, Regulus started to question his allegiance and the values instilled in him by his family.

It was during this tumultuous time that Regulus learned of Voldemort's Horcruxes—objects containing fragments of his soul that ensured his immortality. Fueled by a sense of duty and redemption, Regulus resolved to atone for his past mistakes by destroying one of the Horcruxes—the locket hidden in the cave.

In a daring and selfless act, Regulus defied Voldemort and ventured into the treacherous cave, facing countless dangers to reach the locket. Though he ultimately succeeded in retrieving it, he paid the ultimate price for his bravery, sacrificing his life to ensure that Voldemort's reign of terror would be brought to an end.

Regulus Black may have started his journey as a pawn of his family's ambitions and Voldemort's manipulation, but in the end, he found redemption in an act of courage and self-sacrifice, leaving behind a legacy of bravery and defiance that would inspire others to stand up against darkness and tyranny.

Academics:

Best Subject: DADA

Favorite Subject: Potions

Favorite Professor: Slughorn

Worst Subject: Muggle Studies

Least Favorite Subject: Divination

Least Favorite Professor: McGonagall

Student Life:

Regulus was quite active and had a love for being on the Quidditch team

Was in a few extracurricular activities such as Dueling Club and also Slugclub

He was one of Horace Slughorn's favorite students and excelled at potions

As Sirius began to rebel against their family's beliefs and traditions, tensions between the two brothers would have escalated

Template: @hazyange1s

[deadmenandthedivine]

dead men § the divine

table of contents

Lady Rhea Royce gave birth to a single daughter prior to her untimely death.

Princess Maetilda Targaryen was the sole heir to Runestone.

Her father, the Rogue Prince, kept her by his side, ensuring he always had a Keep to his name. Even after his marriage to the heir of the Seven Kingdoms, he refused to accept an engagement for her. Runestone was his castle. Princess Maetilda was his daughter. The Seven Kingdoms was his playground. There only seemed to be one small problem: the Greens.

The Greens occupied the Red Keep for over half a decade while the Rogue Prince and his future Queen raised their children on Dragonstone as tradition. It would seem having the King's castle and the Conqueror's crown plays an advantage when the dragons dance. It became apparent as the virescent cause does not suffer by delivering the first blows.

Despite only holding claims to one of the foundational keeps in the Vale, Princess Maetilda finds herself wrapped up in the center of the conflict. At the mercy of the men around her. Prince Aemond seeks to take what belongs to him, most especially the Rogue Prince's bronze babe.

trigger warning!!! this fic contains many graphic topics and depictions. such as but not limited to: dead parents, abusive parents, toxic family systems, incest, medieval misogyny, forced marriage, threats of assault (sexual § physical), actual assault, sexual situations, imprisonment, kidnapping, murder, blood/gore, uxoricide, familicide, PTSD and other neurodivergence. i will do my best to update as i go along, but please let me know if i have missed anything!

✧.*.·:¨ ✘♚✘ ¨:·.*.✧

✫ prologue — rumors from runestone

✫ chapter one — cold landings and green castles

✫ chapter two — a father’s praise

✫ chapter three — mysteries that muddy the keep

✫ chapter four — what the trees see

✫ chapter five — the maids that bloom in spring

✫ chapter six — bound in old magic

✫ chapter seven — the fate of wagging tongues

✫ chapter eight — dead flowers and garden bugs

✫ chapter nine — new leather boots

✫ chapter ten — an old man’s guilt

✫ chapter eleven — the tower tapestry

✫ chapter twelve — drowned in insignificant details

✫ chapter thirteen — the ghost of years coming and years past

✫ chapter fourteen — what the lady beetle does

✫ chapter fifteen — dragons have horns

✫ chapter sixteen — relearning from the same mistakes

✫ chapter seventeen — last suppers and sealed deals

✫ chapter eighteen — a father’s last words

✫ chapter nineteen — when the canary sings

✫ chapter twenty — (to be titled)

✧.*.·:¨ ✘♚✘ ¨:·.*.✧

A/N: i do bend the plot of hotd/tweak the lore of the vale just a lil bit for my own convenience. also i'm not well versed in historical outfits and stuff so my descriptions may not be accurate to the time. but it's gotta be like that sometimes, you know?

[boywifesammy]

spn fic rect fest - 9

AUGUST 31 - all time favourites

we’re here, the big fest finale !! i tried to keep this list short but alas it got out of hand... pls go read them because they’re all wonderful and be sure to give the authors your thanks and kind words :) as before, i've tagged authors that have their tumblr public on their ao3. if you'd like me to remove the @, just lmk. @spnficrecfest for more info on the event.

dead dove & sensitive topics under the cut. TWs are given where necessary.

Touch Me Like a Razor Blade by ADeedWithoutaName (@a-deed-without-a-name) Sam/Dean, 18k, E [underage]

"For as long as he can remember, sins have caused Dean physical pain." in my mind this fic is in the golden hall of wincest fame. the idea of materializing dean's guilt is SO CRAZY and ingenious given he is THEE guilt character. especially in a story about the taboo of incest. dean's internal struggle in most wincest fics is already so delicious and painful but to make it a physical sensation that he is constantly aware of puts this perfect bow on him as a character. also because sam DOESN'T KNOW until so late into the story. are you kidding. also an actually GOOD example of bdsm!! a masterpiece, go read it and show the author allll the love!!

The Road Rhythm Outro by brokenlittleboy Sam/Dean, 50k, E [violence]

"A routine hunt goes horribly wrong. A curtain fic dealing with permanent injury, angst, and various types of trauma, and fluffy domesticity." this is my favourite permanent injury fic! the author clearly researched a lot to make it accurate and that makes it hit so much harder. there's not only the initial grief and pain, but also the recovery journey, and a thorough exploration of sam's struggle after his injury and how it effects his relationship with dean.

The voicemail by tattooalecki Sam/Dean, 3k, E [noncon]

Sam masturbates to the infamous S5 voicemail. #1 for hottest samdean smut fic. PLUS a voicemail fix-it! this particular niche of humiliation kink is my fav and i haven't found any other piece of writing that does it quite so well. it's hot and captivating while still feeling in-character. if this sounds like your thing as well then definitely check this out because it's insanely good!

snuff by chinablue (@mpregjohnwinchester) Dean/John, Sam/Dean, 5k, E [underage]

"There's nothing good on TV, and Sam's contemplating killing his father again." i had to control myself from putting all of china's fics on this list. she is SUCH an amazing writer and the way she writes johndean is my absolute favourite in the fandom. this fic manages such a delicious balance between hot, violent, possessive and horrific. i don't know how she does it! @-@

Tethered to You by lily rose/annabeth Sam/Dean, 32k, E [TW necro, violence, major char death, noncon]

"Sam wants Dean, but he'd like him even better dead." yes, this is necrophilia smut. BUT- it's also a character study and an insanely interesting look into the psychology of paraphilias. i firmly believe sam would be into something weird given the way he grew up, and the author really displays that in an accurate way. 10/10 most tasteful necrophilia i have ever consumed.

the one percent by deadlybride (@zmediaoutlet) Sam/Dean, 9k, E

Dean finds out that Sam's too big for most condoms. my fav take on the bigdick!Sam fanon. there is something soo hot about a guy being too big to be contained... it rolls perfectly into sam's gentle giant thing where he's sooo big and powerful yet quiet and unassuming. also sizequeen!Dean. whats not to love.

Brittle by thecapn Sam/Dean, Sam/Jess, 30k, E [TW ED]

"Sam Winchester has an eating disorder." so- i couldn't reread this fic when i was putting together this list. not because it's bad but because it is so beautifully written, raw and accurate that i couldn't read it again because it got me worked up. it's really that good. the ending manages to be positive without feeling preachy, and at the same time has that lingering pain of how difficult recovery is. massive tw for eds obviously, but if you can stomach the content then this is a must-read fic.

I have to live here by Goshen/applecrumbledore (@goshen-applecrumbledore) Sam/Dean, 30k, E

An angel erases Dean's memories, but only the ones about his relationship with Sam. silly amnesia fic from the one and only applecrumbledore. there's some angst as well where we get to see sam's grief over losing his relationship with dean and dean working through all the roadblocks they had to overcome to finally get together. as always the characterization is perfect and the writing is so engaging and witty.

Lima Syndrome by guestwho (@guestwho) Sam/Dean, 20k, E

Sam has extensive facial scarring from the fire. John locks him away, and Dean is as usual, not normal about him. holy SHIT i cannot rave enough about this story. it's one of those fics where you read it and wish there was more or an actual book about it because the author's writing is so compelling. it's an interesting take on the whole sam/dean codependency thing with an angle that's less supernatural focused. also freak!sam in this is sooo captivating and the smut gave me shivers, just go read it, i promise you won't be disappointed!!

hello by allwellandgood Sam/Dean, 4k, T [major chara death]

Dean's dead but his ghost lingers. Sam struggles to reach out to him. this is such a depressing but hopeful fic. it broke my heart the first time i read it, especially considering how dean dies in the finale. in my mind if dean ever died he would refuse to pass on and stay with sam just like in this fic.

With A Bit Of Spit And Luck by elsi/Prince_of_Elsinore (@prince-of-elsinore) Sam/Dean, 7k, E [underage]

"Teenage boys cooped up in a cabin in the dead of winter with nothing but each other and an ancient porno on VHS to keep them warm." weecest smut extravaganza. i loveeee the trope of dean being sam's sexual awakening. the idea of them in a little cabin together while dean shows sam scratchy low quality porn is amazing and the execution of it in this fic is perfect.

lay my bones beside his bones by adastreia Sam/Dean, John/Dean, 6k, E [TW CSA]

Dean has a rape fantasy. Sam indulges him, and things come to light. a perfect mixture of smut and hurt/comfort. i also love how sam & dean's hell trauma is integrated into the johndean CSA. the scene where dean says 'dad'- i genuinely felt my stomach drop. haven't had a reaction like that from fanfic in a LONG time !! very well-written.

[the-heartlines]

{cregaemma} for @lambsblood

cregan x aemma velaryon (oc little sister of jace velaryon)

dd:dne | 1.1K | underage drugged somno cunnilingus feat. size kink & period kink (ALL the bodily fluids tbh)

“and since he couldn’t fuck her with his cock, he’d take what he could with his fingers, his tongue, his teeth.”

Aemma was finally his, unmoving, unconscious, the drugs he’d snuck into her drink working their magic. He wanted just a taste, to sample his little girl’s sweetness, before her brother got a chance to steal it from him, corrupt her virgin cunt, her untouched womb, with his cum leaking out of it. Because Jace was possessive of his little sister, even more so than her uncle Cregan.

And Jace would kill him with his bare hands if he fucked her before he did, before he asked permission. For Aemma belonged to her brother, her actual blood relative, before him, a feral, mangy wolf who was taken in by Jace’s family when Cregan had lost all of his own.

Cregan laid her small body across his unclean, unmade bed, that stunk of him, his sweat and semen—wanting her soft, innocent smell to dominate it, to linger and stay forever. For he’d chain her to his bed forever, never let her leave his sight, always full of him, his cum, begging him to put a baby inside her.

Cregan palmed his huge erection through his jeans, eyeing her dark hair fanned across her face, rosy freckled cheeks, concealing her lovely plush lips he wanted to kiss, to feel wrapped around the thick head of his meat, while he ruined her throat, robbed her of every ounce of innocence and childhood still rooted inside her.

“Sweet little Aemma,” he brushed her hair from her gorgeous face, smiling big and wide, a wolfish one to match his inner beast that lurked beneath his flesh—dangerous, daring, the devil incarnate. “My little princess.” He kissed her forehead like a father, affectionately, but his lips lingered longer on her skin, like a lover’s, his nose inhaling her scent, savoring every bit of her. 

“My Aemma.” Cregan groans, kissing her fully on the lips, wishing she were awake, wishing she didn’t have to be drugged for him to have her under him like this. He wants to hear her words, her little moans and gasps, her groans and whimpers—her begging him for more or to stop—he didn’t care. He just wanted his Aemma to know that it was him who would corrupt her, taint her, take away her girlhood from her. And since he couldn’t fuck her with his cock, he’d take what he could with his fingers, his tongue, his teeth.

He kisses his way down her throat towards her breasts, teeth enclosing around the first button of her plaid shirt he let her borrow, one her tiny body was swimming in, ripping it from the front of it. He spits it out on the floor, tearing the forest green fleece from her body with his hands, revealing her bare small tits to his starving gaze. 

“Fuck, all for me, huh, little princess?” His hands grope, squeeze, calloused cracked fingertips twist her puffy nipples, gauging her reaction, seeing if she will wake from her sweet dreams. Her long lashes flutter gently against her cheeks, concealing her pretty sparkling doe amethyst eyes from him.

Cregan sucks one hard peak into his mouth, his hands traveling to her waist, unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts, pulling them from her body, his fingers finding the front of her pure white underwear, surrounded by dark pubic hair, soaked through with something warm, messy, red. “Oh fuck, little Aemma, you’ve ruined your pretty panties,” Cregan growls kissing his way down her petite stomach, one he imagines bulging with his wide cock deep inside her guts, with his thick head hitting her cervix, even penetrating the entrance to her tiny womb, giving her all his cum, every ounce, making her take every inch. 

“God, I wanna fuck you so badly, sweet girl. But for now, I’ll just have to taste you.” Cregan takes a deep breath in and out through his nostrils, rubbing his nose along the crotch of her scarlet stained underwear, before licking a wet across her covered pussy, her coppery musk exploding across his taste buds like spectacular fireworks, awakening the beast once and for all. Sliding her panties to the side he begins to lap at her sticky, hairy, bleeding pussy like a hungry wolf, groaning, growling in the back of his throat low and guttural. Undoing his jeans and yanking his veined, uncut dick out, Cregan begins to stroke it with every quick filthy lashing of his tongue against her folds to satiate as much of the creature that wants to rip, ravage, and ruin this sweet young heavenly angel below him. 

And then he hears his princess utter a sigh in her sleep; a quiet soft vulnerable noise that makes his blood sing, heart drum, veins alight with fire. He wishes she’d moan his name, scream it out, sob it for him. But Aemma doesn’t, uttering another’s, one that makes Cregan green with envy, but makes his cock ache unbearably and throb harder.

“Jace,” she whispers, eyes still closed, her hips humping against Cregan’s mouth and he fists his cock faster in his calloused hand, sucking on her clit angrily, wanting to bite into it, use it as his chew toy, because he’s so goddamn furious, but so goddamn aroused. And close, so close.

“Mmm, ahhh,” Aemma moans and Cregan slips his thick middle finger into her hole gingerly, careful not to pop her succulent cherry, her brother’s name on her lips reminding him that Aemma won’t ever be wholly his, that’ll he’ll forever be second to her own flesh and blood, her big brother. 

But as her honorable, loyal dog—wolf—her predator on the prowl, the girl he’s searched for his whole life, he’ll always be there to please his princess, bring her pleasure.

“Mmm, yes sweet princess, come all over your uncle’s face, mark me, claim me! Aemma!” Cregan pants and hums around her pretty clit, beard completely sopping wet with her slick and beautiful blood that he never wants to wash from it. Always smelling of her. His calloused finger crook cruelly into her, anchoring into her like a hook, luring her orgasm from her fast and brutal.

And then his teeth bite into her hardened swollen rosy bud, like a bear trap catching its prey between its sharp steel, sending a shockwave through her drugged out, overstimulated, unconscious body. 

And she’s watering his parched throat, squirting, pissing cum and blood, feeding him and Cregan feasts, lapping up all Aemma’s secretions, grunting, gutturally groaning, spurting all his pent up semen into his own rough hand, wishing he could plug her up with it. Breed her with a litter of pretty pups that would be half his blood and half hers. 

But Aemma is private property, belonging to her elder brother, who dangles his ownership of her around her throat; a collar linked with rusty barbed wire leash, that says: trespassers beware. And Cregan is a trespasser, only allowed to steal his prized possession away for a little while, until they’re both caught, entrapped by the hunter. The master of them both.