#the oc is not mine

[the-artist-fox]

well, I made this drawing of a friend's oc and a character from cult of the lamb kissing, the ship was created as a joke in many of the RPs that me and my friends make, I hope you enjoy this pain ;)

This is probably the only art that has to do with cotl that I do.

the oc is not mine, it belongs to a friend

[fluttershyflores2]

Can you draw my oc? I don't insist, feel free to ignore it. 🤗 I just like your art-style so much and I was curious how my boy would look in your style.

I'm a little ashamed, because he doesn't have a name- Just «Water Alpha». He is the leader and General of the rescue team. 😋

@tanya-shiza

I had fun drawing it, now if you'll excuse me I'm going to sleep (;v;)

[thebottomfromhell]

If it's okay can I please ask for a platonic yandere daki

With a kianna reader

Like say she meets her as one of her hairdressers like say she does her makeup and hair and brings her kimonos but she clearly sees the little girl doesn't trust her and it simply doing as she's told

And at first she doesn't think much of the little girl other than she's pretty and useful but over time she starts to isolate her from everyone else except her brother and well get angry when the little girl isn't right by her side or is separated from her without a reason

By the way thank you for tagging me and she's an OC of mine you can find more information about her on my page here on Tumblr and I hope this request doesn't sound weird and you can add anything to the request if you want

Ok, this was a long time ago. Sorry for the wait.

This was a hard one, not gonna lied. I can't see Daki really liking a child around, much less wanting to keep one to herself.

Platonic!Yandere!Daki for requested child OC

Warnings: Mentioned child prostitution, Child labor, Child abuse/bullying (with Daki depends on perspective), Implied child molestation/grooming (it's actually something else but I understand the way it comes off), Yandere behavior, Open ending,

Kianna is young, way too young to actually be here. It's not weird that other courtesans dislike her for that. She doesn't have the experience, nor enough training, to be here, even as a hairdresser. The second she gets handed to the main Oiran of the house, the motive is clear, it's not a raise, they want to get rid of her. But what could they do? Nobody wanted to take care of her, everyone was to busy. To think she was actually found by a recent Kibuki actor, who lesft her here thinking her face and obedience would be enough for her to stay. After all, he found her not so far of the district, homeless, and she hadn't said anything when he brought her, bathed her, clothed her with proper robes he had from when he was younger, ate what he gave her... but he couldn't take care of her. What if some clients thought she was his? That would ruin him! No matter how much pity he felt, it was not worth their career. Every woman and man so far has been thinking the same.

That woman, Yatamahime, is famous for having her servants and hairdresses mistreated, to the point some even leave the household to beg on the streets, others dissapear without a trail. But Kianna is too young to leave as well, the same way she is too young to actually be useful, they all know that.

But why would they care? She is pretty and has some sort of potential, but she is a child in a world where the least mouth to feed the better. "What is a child doing in here? I have no business with this brat!" The Oiran herself despises kids, she only lets a selected group of both extremely beautiful and extremely talented to get around her things without repercutions, and most of the time that is only during festivals, if not, she can't stand them. Kianna can tell she is already disliked, she can tell nobody wants her around, but she doesn't show any reaction to it, beside grinding her teeth under her closed mouth.

A servant explains to Yatamahime that they would be leaving the child under "her care", and the eyes of the experienced courtesan change of color from the rage for a second as she leans her head to the side, frowning. She looks disgusted, about to kill someone, she looks at the servant first "Get out!" The servant does, relieved of both getting rid of the girl and getting out unharmed. "Now you give me a reason why I shouldn't just discard you right now! What does a little girl like you has to offer to someone like me?! You barely make a snack. Too old to train and too young to serve! You are nothing but a waste here!"

Kianna just looks at her, she reminds her of the monsters at home, for some reason. The scoldings of the church, the ones she always wanted to leave so badly. The thirsty yet cruel eyes of the nobles who smelled like dead, who looked as her as if she had some cake in her hands. Yatamahime is awful, Kianna hates it, but she doesn't know what to do about it. So she frowns frustrated, eyes wet and red, but not crying. She can't. "Oe....What's with that face? Is there something you want to say, brat?" The girl doesn't answer the Oiran, the knot in her throat doesn't let her, even when she sees the taller figure raising her hand to hit her. "You DARE disrespecting-" she stops before actually hitting Kianna, who braces herself for the impact.

They both look surprised, Kianna because not matter the abuse she has gone through already, she has never hit before. Yatamahime on the other hands has slightly softer, but also annoyed, eyes as her hand trembles. "GO OUTSIDE! YOU WILL SLEEP IN THE CORRIDOR TONIGHT!" The Oiran screams at the top of her lungs, and surprising herself the girl runs to the corridor, hugging her legs on a corner, as she listens, wanting to know what happened. And what will happen now.

As she falls asleep due the exhaustion caused by the stress, she can hear two voices from Yamatahime's door. "Ne... she is so young, she is a girl. She is younger than you were before.... ne..." It's a disgusting voice, sick and tired, but Kianna can kin to it for a moment, so she can't even think it's weird there is a second voice inside. Maybe she is dreaming it. "Before I what?! I don't want her! Why stopping me from getting rid of her?!" Yamatahime's voice sounds a bit more childish, but again, she is tired, she is probably imagining things. "Just... don't kill her, ne... don't let her burn, ne. Please." And Kianna doesn't hear anymore.

The next weeks she stays with Yamatahime, who constantly scolds her, berates her, for not baing able to pick the best robes, the best haircombs, to not be able to do the knots correctly. The Oiran even left her help her at her hair once, something pretty, she was told, and stopped her before she got the pompadour hairstyle, the older figure knowing it would lead to some curly hair later. It was clear that Kianna did not know the japanese esthetic, not knowing the symbols, cultural etiquette, or the expectations. Of course she doesn't, she is from Europe! She barely knows the language, how is she supposed to know everything? To change her style?

Yatamahime got angry easily, way too fast, it's a miracles she hasn't hit her already, when the Oiran clearly wanted to several times. But she always stopped, even though it looked mostly as if something was physically doing so for her, as she always got annoyed when it happened. It's a nightmare to be with this woman... but, unlike in the streets, she has a roof over her head, is well fed (even if the food tastes weird for her, always sticky rice with some over-seasoned or under-seasoned protein, depending on the case. Not that she ever complained about it), she has a futon where she sleeps (she hates sleeping on the floor. Where are the beds? She has seen all the rooms Yatamahime goes during her shift and not even the bosses have any) and has a good set of robes (again, not right in her taste, but not complaining at all).

It takes her some months for her to start learning correctly, the Oiran is not impressed with the time it took, but it is ok, she guesses. Kianna buyed enough time to reach her 13 years old, so getting rid of her was pausible. Due her pretty face, Yatamahime actually was offered to take her off her care... only to realize... "What's the point? I'm already used to have her here. She works for me. You didn't want her less than a year ago? Don't come begging to use her now that you can make profit of it."

Now, Yatamahime was never... nice, exactly, on the contrary, she kept Kianna on a leash, controlling her every move. Doesn't let her talk with others (not that Kianna wants to, but she would like to at least feel like she has a choice) or work with anyone else, not even her favorite hairdressers and maids, doesn't let her go outside, not even at night when the Oiran herself basically banishes from thin air and comes back with that same smell those nobles always came with. She doesn't try to hit the girl anymore and scolds her a lot less, even praises her from time to time, but... but it's still not what she wants, she is still not free at all.

"Why?" Kianna asks one night as she is helping the Oiran with the knots of the back of her kimono. She can trust the older figure won't be harming her for it, so she asks. ""Why" what?" The girl doesn't know how to explain herself further, but everything is just so odd. Yatamahime sighs tired before turning her hand to pet, rather violently, Kianna's head. "Don't go around wasting words if you can't ask a question correctly. Now finish quickly, I have an important client today. I want you here when I come back." Kianna still hates it here.

She doesn't want to go home, never home, but she would at least like to be back to Europe, back to the climates she knows, the foods she likes, the style she adores. Not here, where no matter how long it passes she can't bring herself to trust her surroundings or anyone in it. Maybe it is for the best that she is left alone in the dark room (Yatamahime never let's the sunlight even touch her personal chambers) and only taken out when needed to do something, she wouldn't know what to even do around others.

Then again, complaining or expressing her opinion would only get her in trouble, would it not? Sometimes she thinks about attempting to leave to the streets again, but... she can't bring herself to it. She is just not built for that kind of life. This one, where is is well taken care of in exchange of making sure she looks pretty and quiet, like a doll, is more fit for her. "You should be grateful I took you in, you know? With this fragile body, easily sick and hurt, anyone could kill you and take advantage of you." Yamatahime's soft voice told her one day she was in good humour, and decided to do Kainna's hair. "You barely know how to make yourself look presentable, how were you supposed to survive in a world like this? Even outside the red lighted streets you would have only being able to be prey in a world of hunters. It's only a matter of time for humans to meet their place as such. The ugly ones, worthless and useless, are discharged. The pretty ones will find a place within the powerful ones. You are lucky to be a pretty one."

Kianna lives her life, not minding when other girls and even some boys go missing, including those who also work under the main Oiran. She doesn't mind those days there is red ink on the walls or floors even knowing what it is and where is from. She doesn't mind when Yatamahime decides to make a change on the routine. "You know, you are very lucky indeed. To think you will have a chance like this, of not dying old, ugly and useless. I will not be able to keep Yatamahime's rol for much longer, and I plan to take you with me." Her hair gets loose, flower-like marks appear in her face, her eyes become green with kanji over them. Because of her distance, their size and her lack of experience with the language, Kianna can't tell what they mean. "How many humans can say they belong to the Upper Moon Six without being their dinner? Make sure to thank Onii-chan for letting you live and stay for so long."

Kianna still hates it, though.

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[b-for-my-name]

[ladysantos]

everything u want

[cityandking]

oc asks: not-so-nice edition

alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?

betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?

bound: Has your OC ever been imprisoned or captured? What happened? How did they get out? Did the experience leave any scars?

break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?

desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

failure: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?

fear: What is your OC's greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?

future: What's the worst possible future for your OC? Are they taking steps to avoid that outcome? Are they even aware it's a possibility?

ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

guilt: What is your OC guilty about? How do they handle their guilt? Do they try to avoid guilt, or do they accept it?

hate: What does your OC hate? Why? How do they act towards the object of their hatred?

heartbreak: Have they ever had a relationship that ended badly? Experienced some other kind of heartbreak? What happened?

hide: What does your OC hide? Why do they hide it?

hunt: Who or what is your OC hunted by? A person, a feeling, a past mistake? Is your OC able to let their guard down, or are they constantly alert?

mask: Does your OC wear a mask, literally or figuratively? What goes on beneath it? Is there anyone in their life who gets to see who they are under the mask?

midnight: What keeps your OC up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping?

mistake: What's the worst mistake your OC ever made? What led to them making it? Have they been able to fix it? How have they moved on?

monster: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it?

nightmare: What does your OC have nightmares about? How do they deal with their nightmares? Do they tell people, or keep it to themself?

pain: What's the worst pain your OC has ever felt? Do they have a high pain tolerance?

secret: What's one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?

skin: How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they grapple with anything that lives inside them—a beast, a curse, a failure, a monster? How do they face the smallest, weakest, most horrible version of themself? Are they able to acknowledge it at all?

torture: Has your OC ever been tortured? Would your OC ever torture someone else?

wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?

[wis-art]

deadname

[spicymotte]

patiently waiting until I get to kiss the dragon

[copkicker]

posting this home-baked ms paint meme for public use :)

[plasticarton]

Shenanigans

[fluttershyflores2]

@monsterartts

[thebottomfromhell]

ONE-SHOT

Requested OC Reuniting with Sekido and making up for lost time (smut)

From and for @serenesaku

Warnings: Sexual content, Implied cannibalism, Degradation kink, Oral sex, Vaginal sex, Rough sex, Slight BDSM. Clothed sex, fingering (anal on Sekido, vaginal on OC), slight edging, Slight vouyeutism (no other party included).

Damn her if she doesn't hate Hashira. Ever since she and her sister got separated Akeno stopped worriying about being killed by them, it was relieving at first. Then she had to actually start facing Hashira alone... it was not as relieving. Don't misunderstand, without being able to die from decapitation she was more than able to kill humans, slayers included, take a bite or something, by her own. The thing is that she is built to have someone watching her back, it's part of her Blood Demon Art, that's it.

She is fighting TWO damn pillars right now, looking for her head as her neck was cut from behind, what are they even doing here right now? She just arrived, but they seemed to already know there would be a demon in here. But who could be here, without her being able to sense it and yet strong enough to send not one, but two Hashira? The answer comes with a laugh and a strong blow of wind making the slayers fly away, making her crash with some trees, thankfully having already her head in her hands. "Hahaha, they throught they were already done with us and went to attack some other demon! Now that is rude! I also want to play! Wait up for me!" Karaku? Does that mean that-

Akeno can't even ask as Karaku jumps to follow after the Hashira to deal with them, ignoring her for the sake of some fun. She hear some steps coming up her way as she puts her head in place, though. She sees Sekido, sharing both eye contact, surprising of meeting each other. Hantengu is good keeping his presence hidden, too good for her liking, and Karaku seemed to have done it too to make a "stealth attack", if anything that clone can do could be considered stealthy. "Akeno? What the fuck are you doing here?! What the fuck were you doing fighting two Hashira alone?! You could have died!" Akeno rolls her eyes, same as always.

"It's that really the first thing you will say to me after, what? 30 years or so? C'mon, you can do better Sekido." He walks over her to grab her wrist, forcing her to step into his space "Don't make me angry, you could have been left at the sun. Then what? Your useless sister being home won't save you from that." She also grabs his wrist after that to throw him to the ground, back against the grass. Don't misunderstand, Akeno doesn't care too much of what Sekido can say about Yorumi. Too weak, too human for her liking, but she's still her sister so she might as well defend her a bit. Besides, it's been over thirty years, Akeno wants to play a little rough. She doesn't know when she will be able to see him again after tonight, so having Sekido scold her it's not how she wants to spend the time Karaku will use to toy with some slayers.

"Sounds like someone is desperate for me to shut him up, being so hurtful to me. I should make you regret it." He frowns slightly less than before, lips parting a little in a confused face. He is used to taking the lead in the relationship, Akeno keeping him calm while he takes care of her, sometimes in ways she can appreciate, sometimes not. Still, as she starts to set over him, her thighs keeping him in place as she grabs his both wrists over his head, staff aside. He could make a new one, force her off, but... "Just try it." He likes where this is going.

She smiles, it's been a long time, too long. She understands why the guys can't be separated all the time, and is well aware Sekido can't be with her as much as she would like, but that doesn't stop her from loathing it. Sekido is hers, he is forced to belong to Hantengu and to the master, but he gave himself to her willingly. Over and over and over. She bends to be able to kiss his lips, biting the other's mouth, causing him to growl against her fangs. He bleeds into her, letting her drink the red warm thick liquid, painting her lips red as she also uses a finger to spread the color as if with a lipstick through her mouth. Akeno chuckes at the intense stare of Sekido focusing on her own lips.

"You ahould make me feel good, you know? To apologize." She says as she moves her underwear, exposing her sex as she shifts to sit over his face, grabbing Sekido by the hair as she tangles her fingers with the strands, forcing his mouth and nose into her scrotch. "Work for it and I might forgive you." She can feel herself getting hot and wet against Sekido's breath, specially as he groans when she pulls to handle his face, making his mouth vibrate against her, making her sigh, almost moan, of pleasure and anticipation.

Sekido goes with it, not really having much choice with the clitoral hood against his nose and his mouth against the vulva, pressing his lips into the woman's skin, sucking it as it slowly lubricates itself naturally, as the liquids add up to his saliva. He starts using his tongue to lick the en entrance, making Akeno's spine tense a little from the sensations, starting to rub herself against him. His face is getting dirty on the process, which makes her laugh a little, already wanting to see him all messy.

Sekido pushes his tongue against the entrance, pupils dilatated as the smell of sex make him get hard, cock standing up against his robes, having Akeno moan softly, low and satisfying sounds, and panting as the wet organs hits against her insides, making her move more violently against her lover, slurping sound getting along with some groans as it becomes a bit unconfortable how her clitoris hits his nose. She still has not let his wrists go.

She suddenly stands up, though, stepping on his hands to prevent him of using them to clean himself, face all messy. She chuckles when a combination of her juices and his saliva slide down to his throat, Sekido knows how to eat her up good, "I forgive you, you are too good of a whore to stay mad at you." but she wants more than that. "Shut up! As if you didn't jump into me as the slut you are! Hungry for my cock, nothing else!" She loves this, she can insult him without him feeling hurt, call him a whore, a mess, a toy, and he will do nothing but bounce back to her with that same energy.

But she is fancying to have him inside, so still stepping on him she starts to finger herself only to pent him up a little more. "Beg for me to touch you, I can just cum having you like this." As if he could beg for his life! Know, Akeno knows this pretty well, but it's just hot to see her beloved get frustrated, dick pulsating against his cloth, probably in a painful erection, as she massages her clit and inserts two fingers, there is a bit of resistance at first, but nothing painful after having a tongue playing around. "Fucking- don't make me take things on my own hands or you will regret it!" Someone is getting sensitive. She laughs as she takes her fingers off mofore moving with her feet Sekido's lower part of the kimono, before kneeling to move the fundoshi.

The erection is red, painfully so, and she always though he had a delectable size. Not the biggest she has seen, with the amount of bodies she has come across in all her years (not that she slept around, but nothing wrong on checking out for dinner), but definetely one that fitted her perfectly. She sits on it, grabbing Sekido's to force him at her level as she rides him, letting him into her heat, filling and rubbing just the right spots as she bounces up and down.

It's hot, wet sounds appear with Sekido groaning and growling as she pants and lets a high moan out everytime the tip brushes the g-spot. "F-fuck! Argh! Woman, slow down!" Akeno presses one hand on his throat as Sekido grabs her naked thighs. She doesn't listen to him, grabbing him to make sure he doesn't bite her (she doesn't mind when he does, but right now he doesn't want him to delude himself thinking he got any power in the situation), choking him as both lengthen parts are squeezed tightly. When the groans get faster, a pitch higher, she knows he will cum. It's normal for him to cum first, even if that wounds his pride. "Aww, -hah- is my -hah- love -mnn- about to cum? Eager... argh whore -hah- you are!" With that he tries to force himself to last more than her... in vane.

She can feel his hot, thick seed in her insides, making her stand up. "Look at the mess you made. Better clean up." But... just make him eat her out again would be boring, would it not? And Akeno is sure that, being Upper 4, Sekido can cum again. And he will is she wants him to. As she feels the white liquid slide through her thighs she grabs and pulls her lover's hair again as she forces him over her, gaining a hiss as she handles him. She is facing his, now softer dick and he is facing her vagina. She moves the clothes to expose him completely.

"You know how I like it, love." She basically purrs against his scrotch as she grabs his ass, squeezing his buttlucks in her hands. Sekido groans but still bends forward to lick his own cum slipping put of her entrance, grabbing her hips to position her in a way she has better access. Akeno runs her own tongue through Sekido's balls and lenght as she feels him pressing his lips against her clit first, before sucking it a bit. She trembles at the pleasure, due the previous stimulation she doesn't think she will last that long a second time, so she gets creative.

She interrups Sekido a bit, who growls when one of her hands takes a bit of his seed from her pussy to bring her hand again to his ass. "Hey, what do you think you are- Urghahh~!" He is a bit loud due the surprise when she inserts two "lubricated" fingers into his anus. "A-Akeno..." It's not the first time his lover shows interest in his ass, but she has never done nothing so bold before. He is hard again, the pain and the irritation exiting him besides the sensation of her slender yet strong fingers hitting against his walls. "Did I say you could stop?" For a second he must remind himself that he loves this woman, or else he would not let her treat him like this.

He slurps against her cunt, licking and sucking the most amount of cum he can off her, groaning because of the stimulation in his hole and cock, as she is also licking him there, making his mouth vibrate against her vulva. Then there is an actual moan, gagged against her as Akeno found his prostate. She smirks againts the dick before hitting that specific spot over and over again to the point she can feel his tears drop into her legs as he keeps moaning into her clit and entrance, how could she not moan too?

She cums first this time, even though she doesn't stop until Sekido releases his seeds into her mouth, letting her go as he gets off her.

They don't say anything for a while, not because they are tired but because they are relaxing a bit. Now that they are in silence they can hear both Urogi and Karaku at the distance, having fun with the Hashira. Good, thinks Akeno, they deserve it for ganging up on her and cutting her head. Now she just focus on her lover as she leans her head over his shoulder. "I missed you." She says casually as she looks at the moon, it's a very nice night. "..... Yeah... me too."

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[swordmaid]

back to the shadows 🌑

inspired by the storm by pierre auguste cot, shri’iia and astarion running away from the sun bc he’s a vampire and she has sunlight sensitivity.

please zoom in to see the details! 🥹🫶

[shmunter]

some miscellaneous trolls drawings yippee