#weaver (oc)

[skekbi]

Silly lil weaver oc doodles. I love these spiders sm (even though if a real spider were to exist near me I would instantly cease to exist). Widow is the older cousin of my other weaver oc Ovata (red cloak). The only one concerned for Ovata’s sanity (what can I say she likes the orange juice). Ovata actually was made first but I have yet to make decent art of her.

I actually made this a long time ago and forgot to post it NDANND

[beebundt]

(non-sexual nudity) accumulated doodle page with charlie and her gf i never talk abt that she's so in love with. both she/her

[gambeque]

updated my spidaman oc

[pleiades-cabin-talk]

// open rp, anyone is welcome to join!! //

Rose was on his way to deliver the books he had brought to London for the Magnus Institute. He wasn't sure if to be excited or really, really unhappy about having to pay that place a visit.

For one, Rose remembered the way things went in their own, old timeline. Where this all as just some silly podcast about horrible things. One someone very dear to them had shown him. A person that didn't seem to exist anymore. Rose took a breath of air, trying to ignore the ache that came with that particular set of memories. That time was gone. Rose is pretty sure that it technically never existed now, considering he'd found exactly 0 people who remembered any of what he did. All his old friends, the people that had been like a second home they...didn't know him. Didn't remember him. Didn't seem to have an interest in doing so. Rose wasn't too keen on repeating their path as exact as possible, and so...after thoroughly making sure they were all okay, left them be. But there was one person he couldn't seem to find, as if erased as much as everyone else's memories. Memories that, Rose reminded himself sternly, didn't exist to begin with.

Either way, Rose had liked the podcast plenty back then, and a part of them was excited to meet some of the people they'd grown to love by listening. Another was pained with the knowledge that the Fears and Horrors were now real and these people were suffering.

Given Rose remembering forgotten things, their Eye Mark weighs heavy on their shoulders at times. So, they are not afraid of being seen by It, watched by It, in the Institute. They're a tad bit more worried about being Seen by others.

They're just down the road now, seeing the building creep into view, growing larger with each step he took towards it.

Clutching his bag tight, he made his way inside, pushing down the shiver that threatened to race across the entirety of their body when they stepped inside, feeling watched from all sorts of corners.

Time to head to the reception, he supposed. Wondering just who they'd get to meet during his visit.

[lastnightstoryart]

This is the first page of my comic that I'm starting. This is essentially functioning as a way to sort of set the tone and look of the comic. It will be fully colored, and I'm expecting each chapter to be around 10-20 pages.

The current title is : Saelith: Weaver of Memories

This may or may not change, once I publish the 1st chapter. As previously stated, it will be a story about a witch, who lives in a peaceful, post-cataclysmic world. The genre would be Slice of Life, and I'm very excited to finally make this happen!

[mewguca]

strawpage dump, oc-themed

[raintailed]

First batch of Art Fight attacks yippee!!

Blorbo list:

SkywardSaint's Doug and my Weaver

@friskdreemurr00's Armed and Dangerous

mamaboy's Shi Xuan/Little Slugbot

@nitromethane's Filament

@stille-nox's Dreamer

ABirdNamedBirdie's Starlit

@soaricarus's Slupgup with my Inv headcanon/au design

A design attack for Story--Story

Fun fact: the attack with Slupgup and Inv is my 100th attack!

[kirazvasili]

Catra and her mom by phixie II: fuck Shadow Weaver

[kupahdraws]

hk oc moment

Shovin was once apart of the moth tribe, but when the infection arose, instead of facing his tribe in their collective crime of forgetting the radiance, he ran away and hid. He now passes as a Mosskin in Greenpath, and worships Unn. He is quiet, and finds shame with himself

Melphissa is a weaver who remained in Hallownest after the infection appeared. She makes garments enhanced/enchanted with weaver loom patterns that she spins herself. She is vain and prioritizes physical appearance, taking great pride in making garbs for those who ask.

Bieter is a Honeypot Ant who came from another nest. he gathers exotic or hard to find food (usually honey), and sells it to others as he travels. Bieter has a short fuse and doesnt entirely know when to back down, willing to take on foes or challenges far too big for him.

Hoggin doesnt remember their past. All they know is the Grimm troupe they've joined and their role as a performer. All they desire is to make people happy. They are cryptic and jovially antagonistic (but are truly joyful and carefree)

[ask-mobile-iterator-project]

heck yea, first ask!!

so, a for all, what do you think of the slugcats?

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[weaversthread]

The Afterglow 🌙☀️

the pose reference

[beebundt]

(2016 ➡ 2024) i wanted to compare my first colored drawing of charlie (my oldest active OC) to now for fun but damn. this is kinda fucking me up rn and thought it might be interesting to share my embarrassing kid drawing with you all too. i think it's always cool to see where we start from and i always forget how much ive changed since then

[gambeque]

never fuckin posted this srry lol

[pleiades-cabin-talk]

((open rp!!))

Rose, just before the preparations for the Feast were completed, decided to take another, short visit to London. It'd been about a month since their return home after ridding himself of the Leitners he no longer wanted around and, thankfully, they'd state away.

All but the one he knew not to even try disposing of, that is. It had continued following him. Back onto the Andromeda, across the seas onto each and every sister ship of hers, and right back into London, too.

He wasn't sure if he'd pay anyone a visit just yet, book oddly heavy in his bag.

Rose had never been one to sit alone in a bar. He'd never been one to do much alone in the outside world to begin with. But...well. Today was one of those days, he supposed. It'd been a while since he last entered a bar without tending it himself or being otherwise kept busy with work. He watched people dance together, shout over the music and have fun. He watched as a few people flirted with one another, while there were some girls looking like they were having the time of their life. Rose smiled, oddly content in the solidarity he'd brought with him, despite how active and loud his surroundings were.

He turned, taking a peaceful sip of their drink, before continuing to people watch in silence.

[hubrislover]

Weaver (alternate outfit)

[patchworkmelody]

A peek of many little doodles I did for @flame-shadow