#tw lost ocs

[draw-the-squad-like-this]

Draw your OCs like this

[tangledinink]

swannie is trying to have good sleepies here. such a rude owl

no more sleepies for now.

(leo may be no match for odile. but odile is no match for swanatello.)

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[elderwisp]

𝔬𝔣𝔣 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡, 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡

[butterflyscribbles]

Some Donnie angst ? Pretty please? *Does the puppy eyes*

While I’m not necessarily taking requests at the moment, I went back through my old sketches to see if there was anything I hadn’t posted yet that would suffice.

Had an idea a while ago about Donnie getting injured pretty bad on a solo mission and having to stop off at Jeremy’s place for help. Brooke steps in too, wanting to help as the resident reptile expert…..but gets scared to let him jump back into other potentially dangerous missions long after he’s healed. Try explaining to a little third grader why you risk your life everyday to save the world❤️‍🩹

[hellishgayliath]

Clem’s Log

Hi big brother. Today’s March 10th I think? I’m not so great at remembering dates but Papa was dead set on it because that’s your birthday, it’s amazing how he’s able to remember stuff like that after all this time.

I know it’s been a while since we talked, ever since you left I had to take over bird scout duties and just never had the time to sit down and write. Everyone’s been on edge. Y’know I still hold onto that jar of cinnamon sticks you gave me. Started chewing on them out of habit whenever the anxiety and dread was getting to my head. They taste just like home..

…

Um..

Papa told me he saw you again.

When he and a couple of the others were out on patrol with Mr. Leo and big sis Luci I mean COUSIN SERGEANT Luci haha, I think she’d resent me calling her that but I know she secretly adores me.

…

They said.. they said when they saw you you were.. already turned.

You knucklehead I guess that’s why you left in the first place but to leave without saying anything to anybody?! You know Uncle Mikey would’ve helped you like he did with the others that were infected. Or did you already know that it would’ve been pointless? Don’t you at least owe your own little sister a goodbye?! Dummy dum dumdum..

…

…

Papa thought he could somehow magically get through to you, y’know make you remember who you were before life went crazy.

I heard from Mr. Leo that Luci tried to stop Papa from acting like a idiot and getting himself killed. But she ended up getting hurt instead.

Bad.

…

…

Next thing Papa knew, you and Luci were on the ground, with only one of you moving. Judging by Mr. Leo’s face when I saw him come in, he looked very torn and distraught about a very tough call he had to make. I can already guess what it was he had to do. Cousin Luci is in rough shape but insists on rejecting any medical help saying it’d just be a waste of time and resources. Doesn’t she know we’re just trying to help her? The dumdum… Don’t tell her I called her that. I just don’t want to lose her too.

…

Papa said he could’ve sworn he saw a little smile on your face when he cradled you. Maybe that’s you finally realizing you’re not being controlled by those monsters anymore and can now be at peace knowing you can’t hurt anybody else. At least that’s how I see it. It must have been terrifying to go through that alone.

…

It’s not fair it’s not fair it’s not FAIR IT’S NOT FAIR

They said they couldn’t even bring your body back because of safety reasons and that it would put the base at risk of being tracked so I couldn’t even get to see you one last time!

I miss my big brother, I miss your dumb goofy smile, I miss us having bug eating competitions and laughing at you nearly choking on a beetle, I miss falling asleep on each other while watching tv, I miss seeing you chase after the raccoons with a broomstick whenever they raided our trash cans, I miss the dogs, I miss the taste of fresh fruit, I miss our HOME! I just want this nightmare to be done with. I’m just so.. tired..

…

Papa told me they at least gave him the chance to make a grave for you and to say his goodbyes. I should’ve been there with him saying them together.

He just looks so defeated and sad. I insisted to him that we at least put together a funeral service for you so the rest of us can say our peace.

…

It was nice.

Uncle Mikey and Bao combined their powers to transform the room into a beautiful recreation of a lush meadow full of butterflies and yellow daffodils while Mr. Tello played some lovely music he still had saved recorded in his tech. It was so tranquil it almost makes you forget for a second you’re in an apocalyptic hell scape.

I think you would've loved it.

…

…

Talk to you again soon and happy birthday you numbskull. I love you.

I miss you..

[clownpalette]

This character's name shall be Ikari!

Don't they look friendly?? 😍😍

And their story would be called Revenge's tears!

Tbh don't think I'll ever make their story bc i already feel like abandoning this project; °~°

[flowerakatsuka]

af attack for @girlymatsu! — ERINA MY BELOVED!! i'm forever obsessed with her and her royalty au design so i had to draw her in it!!

[leechlovely]

Prideful creature

[lostkitsclangen]

TW for blood and mention of murder

hnnnrgggh I'm gonna have another fanart tomorrow because Nettleclan is dragging me into the pit of hyperfixation and I can't escape /pos I swear.

Even MORE rambles under the cut

Anyways, this is Ambershard and Bumbletumble from @nettleclanstale. I wanted to include Bumble in yesterday's fanart but couldn't find a way for her to fit, but that ask about Bumble's conflicting feelings for murdering Hazelstar and how she did the right thing really hit me, especially the interaction between her and her dad that answered it </3

Devastating, I will never recover. I really wanted to draw it after reading that, it was so genuinely heartbreaking to see Bumble that broken, because Hazel hurt Bumble's baby, Meadowbreeze suffered because of Hazel. But even though Meadow was her baby, Hazel is someone else's baby. And if Hazel died for hurting someone's baby, then what does that mean for Bumble? What does it mean for the mother who killed another mothers baby? I will never stop thinking about this 💔

Little details! The background is the same colors as when Bumble murdered Hazel in her den at night on moon 80. Bumble's scribbly pupils are actually dual colored like how Angie usually draws Nettleclan cats eyes, with the top being black and bottom being the reddish color that Amber and Bumble share in their eyes. Ambershard has a little heart shape on his flank in his design, but it broke because of how devastated Bumble is at her own actions. Under the tears, Bumble has eye bags/wrinkles under her eyes because I don't think she slept very well after, uh, that. The white text is the only one that says "Papa" because the white is what she said, and the red is all in her head. It's all she can think about. The blood is glitching because it's not real, she's just stuck in the moment of killing Hazelstar.

[skyward-floored]

More with Lost (Link oc). The first time Zelda faces him :)

...

Zelda wiped some dirt off her brow, exhaling as she pushed open the final vine-covered door of the dungeon. It had been a trek to get through it, especially with all the monsters that had taken over the place, but she had sensed a source of magic inside that felt... important.

She could only hope it was one of the sages she was looking for.

...Though if it wasn’t, at least she had found a boomerang that was pretty useful.

Zelda looked around the large room, roots curling around the stonework at the edges, a shaft of sunlight coming in through a hole in the ceiling. It didn’t look like anyone had been in here for a long time, but as Zelda studied the room, she got the odd feeling she wasn’t alone.

Then the door creaked behind her.

Zelda jumped, whirling around and raising her sword.

A dark figure stood silhouetted in the doorway she’d entered through, cape rippling slowly with the movement. He raised his head, and Zelda’s breath left her as she saw dark markings on his cheeks, horribly familiar eyes stained an unnatural reddish-purple.

Oh no, oh no it can’t be, it can’t...

“Link?” she breathed.

He didn’t react to her voice, merely stared at her, his eyes narrowed. The scrape of metal rang through the room, and Zelda’s chest tightened as Link drew his blade, dark and cold, his eyes still staring at her.

Then he bolted forward, and Zelda had to grab her shield, barely dodging a swing that would have taken her head off.

“Link!” she cried, but he didn’t appear to hear her, pressing his attack.

Zelda jumped to his side to try and throw him off, but Link didn’t falter, whirling around to attack again. She threw up her blade to block his, and only barely avoided getting his sword to her chest.

Their weapons locked with a scream of metal, and Zelda stared into the face of her best friend, stained by evil nearly beyond recognition.

“Link, Link please it’s me Link!” Zelda cried, straining against his sword with her own. “Stop!”

Link didn’t reply, those horrifying all-red eyes narrowed, and he let out a snarl. Throwing his weight forwards, he knocked Zelda off-balance and lunged at her, which she only barely managed to parry.

Zelda was no slouch in battle, but Link had been training with a blade practically his entire life. His swings were swift, and completely merciless. It was all Zelda could do just to stay on her feet against the barrage of attacks, barely avoiding getting hurt, or killed.

Not to mention the fact that every clash of their blades felt like it was driving a dagger into her chest.

“Link,” Zelda gasped, throwing her shield up against another of his attacks, “Link, fight this, please, I know you would never—”

His sword caught the edge of her shield, wrenching it from her grasp, and as Link swung at her neck, Zelda drew on her magic and blasted it at him in a panic.

An unnatural scream ripped from his throat, and Link stumbled backwards, clutching an arm to his chest. Zelda scrambled back to where her shield had fallen, and she stared at Link, both of them breathing heavily.

Smoke drifted from where her magic had hit his arm, and horror ripped through Zelda as she looked at the mark she had left on him.

She’d managed to score a hit right where there was a gap in his armor, and his skin underneath was nearly blackened, charred from her light. And while Link's expression had only barely changed, she could see the way his breath shuddered as he held his arm to his chest.

She’d hurt him, badly.

And if that was what just a small burst of her power did, what would happen to Link if she kept using it?

It's not worth the risk.

Link bared his teeth, pain creasing the corners of his face as he caught his breath. Before Zelda could get her knees to unlock, he was back on his feet and lunging at her, and she didn’t have time to fully dodge.

His weight hit her full-on, and Zelda cried out as she was thrown to the ground, her shield and sword flying from her grip. Link lunged, and Zelda closed her eyes as she fruitlessly held her arm up to defend herself.

But no blade pierced her.

Zelda’s eyes shot open, and she looked up at Link, frozen above her. His sword was mere inches from her throat, but he made no move to attack, staring at her blankly as his hair hung in his face.

His arms shook as the blade hovered by Zelda’s neck, and she stared up at him in shock as a bead of sweat dripped down his forehead.

She... wasn’t dead.

Zelda quickly scrambled out from under him and stood, retrieving her sword as she watched Link continue to shake in place. His lip twitched a little as the rest of him shook, and as Zelda watched him, she realized it looked as if he was trying to say something.

“Link?” she breathed, cautiously stepping closer.

His arms shook even harder, and his expression flickered for a mere second, pure horror cracking through.

Zelda sucked in a breath and extended a hand towards him, but before she could do anything further, Link lost whatever battle he was fighting.

He lunged at her with a shout, and pain exploded across Zelda’s face, a cry escaping her as she stumbled back. She fumbled with her shield as she tried to ignore the white-hot sting cutting across her nose, but It was too intense to ignore. Link had slashed her right across the middle of her face, and she could already feel blood dripping down her cheeks.

He pressed his attack while she was still reeling, and Zelda struggled to focus past the pain making her knees weak. She’d barely been keeping up before, but now it was impossible, blood streaming down her face, pain fogging her senses.

She only had one option now.

Link, I’m so sorry.

Zelda focused past the pain and gathered her magic again, her hands lighting up. Tossing aside her shield and sword, she thrust her hands out in front of her, Link’s face lighting up with the glow.

His expression turned to one of rage, but then it was obliterated as she blasted her light at him again.

A scream equally enraged and pained rang through the room, and Zelda dropped to a knee as Link reeled backwards, smoke drifting up from his chest.

Even with his armor blocking it, her magic had hit hard, knocking him backwards and sending him to his knees. He turned his eyes on her, panting heavily as smoke drifted around him. Zelda looked desperately for any sign of Link in them, but nothing but pain and rage shone through, a twisted version of the determination and warmth his eyes usually held.

Then he lifted a hand and twisted something on his wrist, and before Zelda could do anything, a burst of dark magic rippled over him, momentarily blocking the sunlight from above.

Then he was gone.

Zelda waited a few tense moments, waiting to see if he was truly gone, then collapsed to the ground, her breath hitching as she tried to catch her breath.

It was true. Link was the shadowy knight who’d been seen leading monsters, terrorizing villages, fighting against her men.

Any hope that she’d had that somehow it hadn’t been Link who was corrupted was gone, and as blood dripped off her face and began puddling on the floor, Zelda fought desperately against the urge to cry.

Link.

Her loyal knight, her best friend.

A voiceless pawn of the enemy.

Zelda bit her lip, pain still throbbing across her face. She desperately missed Link, his advice, his companionship, his steady presence at her side. The way he'd look at a problem from angles she hadn't even considered, how his stoicism melted over horses, the little wry smiles he'd send her over meetings and the pure kindness that was in every little thing he did...

All blotted out, or twisted into something unrecognizable.

The cut on her face stung sharply as a tear leaked out, and Zelda breathed in a shaking breath, fishing in her bag for a cloth. She'd already used the healing potion she'd brought with her, so all she could really do was try and stop some of the bleeding.

She dabbed at her face, tears coming to her eyes for a more painful reason, and she thought back to the brief moment Link had paused in his attack. A tiny flicker of hope rose in her chest as she remembered the horror on his face, how he hadn't killed her even though he easily could have.

He was still in there.

She had to believe that.

Zelda looked at the blood on her hands, and exhaled, feeling utterly exhausted. She got to her feet anyway though, and looked up at the shaft of sunlight coming in through the ceiling, bright and warm.

I'll get you back Link, I promise.

No matter what.

[catsockpuppet]

chat did i cook

[painfully-unoriginal]

HERE THEY ARE.... THE HALLOWEEN OUTFIT REQUESTS !!!

outfits designed by @/donutdrawsthings! (with some occasional tweaks by me)

Lupin D4 & Fujiko F4 (both rq by the same anon)

Wolf 2A (rq by anon)

Skwisgaar D4 (rq by @doomednarrative)

Pinky E3 (rq by anon)

Roni E4 & Dan D4 (both rq by the same anon)

Alex B2 (rq by anon)

Germ C2 (rq by anon)

Mikey A1 (rq by @disney-n-stuff)

Rocky C1 (rq by anon)

[legodragonkid]

I’m sorry for not posting but I just got the worse news…my great grandmother just died recently on October 14 this year…I thought I’d let you know that I’m gonna need some time alone…

I thank you for your patience…but I just need a breather…

[serickswrites]

Ruined

Warnings: abandonment, heat stroke, lost

"If you can make your way back to the city," Whumper had said as they shoved Whumpee out of the car, "I promise I won't hurt you."

Whumpee had opened their mouth to beg and plead with Whumper not to abandon them here out in the desert, but Whumper had tossed a folded map out the window and sped away, cackling madly.

That had been hours--days?--ago and Whumpee had been wandering ever since. They had unfolded the map quickly, reasoning the sooner they started the sooner they could get home. It was still dark out and perhaps they wouldn't have to wander under the hot sun for long.

They were wrong.

Not only was the map missing a piece on the top left corner, but it was badly stained and worn in the middle. It was completely ruined.

Whumpee had lost a lot of time sobbing. How were they going to get home without the map? Would Whumper come back for them and hurt them? How were they going to survive?

They weren't sure how long they cried for. They only knew the sun was high and hot when they stood up and began to trudge along the dirt road that Whumper had taken. They could follow the tire treads back, they reasoned. They were embarrassed it took them that long to figure that out.

As they walked for hours--days?--they tried not to lose hope. Whumper had driven for a long time to bring them here. They just had to keep going. The heat was getting to them, they realized as they stumbled. Their mouth had long dried out and their body was beginning to protest the heat. They needed to get out of the sun's brutal heat. They needed somewhere to rest before they got heat stroke and couldn't continue on.

But as Whumpee spun in a circle looking for anything that could bring them respite, they realized there was nothing. They were so completely alone in the middle of nowhere with nowhere to go or hide except along the road.

Whumpee prayed they could push through and make it back to the city before they collapsed. I twas the only thing they could do.

Tags: @mousepaw @jumpywhumpywriter @knightinbatteredarmor @hufflepuffwritingstuff2 @anightmarishwhump

@steh-lar-uh-nuhs @celestialsoyeon @st0rmm @ay5ksal @pedro-pedro-pedro-pedro-pe

@artisticdemon

[meeks-just-wants-to-scroll]

“What if we make two men who hate each other and an unfortunate rich boy travel across the RDR2 map while avoiding an apocalypse-level monster invasion?” - Doeiika, at some point.

Go read The World by @doeiika / SourApplechips on AO3.

Under the cut is art involving blood / gore… also a brief reference to Blood Under The Snow by Amras.

To be the protagonist is to be changed (physically and or mentally).

[cartoon-leafe]

"Here's information for: How to splat yourself"