#wendigo oc

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Anywhere, anytime

Don't look so scared, we'll treat you just fine

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[silky-silks]

COMPLETED. WELCOME HOME OC CHALLENGE BUT-

Silky: Now i call this one...the campfire song song. Let's gather around the campfire and sing our campfire song-SING WITH ME FREDDIE-

It has been completed after two days (I think). I made a little twist on the oc challenge, how about we all make em hang around the campfire and sing! Silky seems quite pleased, hopefully her singing is good. I had tons of fun with this, and I hope you all enjoy it too.

Now for the people who had to endure the singing of Silky!

Sapphire @eve-pie

Freddie! @night-light-artz

Stacy! @dreamdragoness

Mono! @1mono2-2possum1

Allie sweet! @orphanpuppet

Rosie! @autisticartist321

@annelostshoe Rainbow Monster Oc (still couldn’t find her name im very dumb)

And the guitar!

And to end things off, here is a little peak of my super old art. First one I ever made on the page (the first campfire song song).

[smallturtlebomb]

‼️‼️TW: CANNIBALISM, GORE, BLOOD DRAWING UNDER CUT‼️‼️

she was forced to eat many species ever since she was a baby, even her own species.

this is a drawing of her eating her enemy when she was a teenager

(sorry 4 the bad quality, it just does that sometimes ☹️)

[sami-guinea-arts]

^ SM style: As there's no canon characters in the series that are buff women, I took Aaron for reference. I mainly made this as not everyone can (or wants to) draw muscles like in the other ref, which is totally fine, but I still hope to get art of her in the future. :D

I saw werewolves, demons and vampires (was pending to make her a werewolf at first), but went with a wendigo, as none did that before and it fits with a human eater theme.

She's also a witch of the coven!

TW: Autocannibalism

Finally redid her ugly ass old ref, oof. (She's 32, not 35.) Took me the longest, but worth it.

Very confident (unless around Bob) and STRONG, inhuman power even. She works at El Peludo's next to Boys n' Grills! Wendy is into big people, like Frank, Rick and Fat Thief...but crushes hard on Bob.

As a wendigo, she has the urge to eat human meat, but eats her own to not cause crimescenes. She does not actively hunt down people as she doesn't want to either. Only exception when she eats others is when she's transformed or lost control.

She can not feel pain, unless enduced by sacred tools (crosses, a bible, holy water etc.) or silver. She can only be killed with a silver blade through the heart. Otherwise, when injured, she can just eat human meat to regenerate injuries. If others eat her meat, they can regenerate too.

[trippin-chippin]

The three siblings again :D

Also here it is without the flowers

[ionlypostmymeemocs]

I used to be human...

Until my 40s...

My skull grew out and stretched out my skin...

Horns came out my head...

The pain... The pain...

I am not human anymore...

My body... isn't human anymore...

My body isn't the same anymore...

They all see a monster...

But truly...

I am a victim of a family curse...

A family curse...

(I did it)

[mistresskayla-blog1]

A Superior Find

Lyn's Writing Event Day 3

May 3rd : Week 1:  Wendigo 

Characters: Dr Scott White & OC (Mika Awi-Mino Deh D’eh) Aka Mika Deer-heart       

“Deer with a strong heart” (Ojibwe)

Fandom: Richard Armitage – Sleepwalker

Word count: 1.0k ++

Location: Gwinn, Ontonagon (MI – US) “Superior State”

OC Character based off a real Ojibwe metal sculptor Louise Solomon “Likeness”

Warnings: nightmares, dark content, dreams, hallucinations, tremors, fear, native american lore,

Deep in the forest of the Superior state, Mika tossed and turned on her pillow, fighting off the sweating and trembling sensations in her limbs as a large glistening black skinned creature is chasing her in her dream. The deepness of the winter had sunken into the cabin and she was alone again, the fire out and her thoughts swimming as she sat up in bed panting and clutching her chest. A frosty breath resounded from her mouth as she tried to claim the fresh air into her lungs. She looked at her hands and they were shaking uncontrollably. Was she shivering or still coming out of that dream? Her skin was cool and clammy, and she peeled off her shirt and padded to the shower to start it up hot. She reset the pilot on a potbelly furnace and started the peat for an ignitor.  Smoke gushed out of the vent; she stepped back coughing. Waving her hands and covering her mouth with her arm, the taste was ashy and acrid. She heard the shift of the water heater and walked away from the stove allowing it to warm the space, flipping the haft toggle bar to make sure the flew was open to the chimney.

She had had enough sunny days to go without a little bit. Residual heat from the other space heaters was enough, but today the chill was there, and it clung to her like her shirt had, a deep embrace. Mika stepped into the clawfoot tub and pulled the shower curtain with a scratchy noise against the metal bar above her. The water hit her skin and flayed off a layer, she cursed out loud and turned it down, letting the steam seep into her lungs, and the water finally to warm her, but not burn her. She checked for marks all over her body, again, this creature came to her, and she did not know what it meant, her great grandmother had said that such a creature meant famine long ago, and she certainly didn’t need that omen.

There were shallow scratches on her arms and hips, but she didn’t remember it getting that close to her. The thought made her shiver under the hot tap, and once she felt clean, she stepped out and toweled off, heading back to the bed. She pulled open a wardrobe hutch, a squeak of the hinge on the door let her know it was still unearthly quiet in this space for morning. She looked up out the paned glass of the windows, the sash was open, so what light was here poured in. The wind was still outside and the snow was crisp, white and calm. Nothing was stirring, not even the birds or squirrels, and that gave Mika an uneasy feeling. This deep in the woods she could always count on the animals to tell her when things were safe.

Mike got dressed and yanked the phone charger out of her phone, scrolling to find the clinic number. Finding Dr John Whitehorn on her “recents” gave her a pause. Maybe she was crazy. She knew he wouldn’t treat her that way, but still, it niggled in her mind, that something was off.

The phone rang as she waited, “John Whitehorn” Mika paused, “Hey Doctor, “ He responded immediately, “Mika, my dear, how are you feeling, did that tea work at all?”

Mika looked over towards the kitchenette, “Sorry, no. I forgot to try it. He came again, or it. And I think it is getting closer. I woke up with scratches.  How does that happen?”

John, “Well, that is a progression, (frowns audibly) we should have you come in. I know a specialist in California that can help. I’ll call him and then we will schedule time for you to come in, alright? Try to eat and do some activities that remind you on being awake, get outside, its supposed to hit the 30s today”.  Mika hmm-d against his tone, “Yeah I will try that. Thanks Doc”. 

“My pleasure. I will call you soon”, Dr John said, hanging up the call and immediately placing a call to Dr Scott White at the Henderson Sleep Institute in Los Palos, California.  

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Scott was at his desk when his cell phone rang, it startled him a second, he was lost in thought about a client, and sipped his coffee for the morning. It was early, but late for his shift was nearly over. When you work in a sleep clinic you rarely have the night off. Scott picked it up, “Scott White”, Scott said, a male voice on the other end spoke immediately, “Dr White? This is John from the Sacred Heart Clinic in her in Gwinn,” Scott nodded, “Sure, yes, John. How are you, how can I help?”

“Look, I have a patient, Mika and she is having some very strong somatic responses and I was wondering if you had some time to come out and see us here for, maybe a week?” Dr John was hopeful sounding as he paused waiting for Scott to answer.

“What sort of disturbances? What are her symptoms?" Scott asked. John paused, as if looking at notes, Scott heard shuffling, “Sweating, nausea, tremors, and now she has visible scratches on her arms and hips” Scott’s eyes dilated slightly in the resounding pause, “I see. That is quite a unique disturbance. And she is where exactly?”  John answered, “She lives up in the woods here, about 20 miles from the towns. She’s an artist so she likes seclusion, but I think it is getting to her. Our winters up north here can last 6 months or more”.  Scott looked thoughtful, scribbling some notes on a pad in front of him, “Right, well that certainly can’t help matters. How long has she been having these disturbances?”  John, blew out some air, “Oh gosh, Id have to check my notes, but since last year I suppose, its been building. Off and on. She really doesn’t contact me too often. I go up and see her at least once a month, or have her come down” Scott cleared his throat, “I’m sorry are you her primary physician then?” 

John responded, “Yes, here on the reservation, there are only 4 of us accredited in the Western way, so I specialize in psychiatry, sleep, and general practice”.  Scott nodded again, taken in the information. He opened a calendar on his desktop, “I could be there in a few days, if you think she will hold until then”.   John, “Fine, fine. I will make an appointment to have her come down from the hills, no problem. She maybe be a little skittish, but its just the Wendigo spooking her. We’ll see you on Friday then?” John was about to ring off when Scott stopped him, “Did you say the Wendigo, like the lore of the Deer man?”  John smiled proudly, “Yes, you know of our native stories?” Scott spoke carefully, “He appears in dreams and in the flesh haunting people in the wood. I remember reading something back in college. Sleep myths are kind of a hobby of mine, (smirks)”.  “Well that’s great, then she will be in good hands, we will see you on Friday. Pack heavy we’ve got 8 more inches expected that night. Ill send you an email with details on how to get here from the city (referring to Marquette)”. John chuckled and hung up. Scott looked at his computer and down at his notes, “tremors and scratches” he mumbled to himself, “Hmm”.

(More to come... stay tuned.... )

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Prompt 3: Wendigo! :]

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Jessi Wendigo!

[1nfinitears]

New pfp of a 5 yr old oc :D

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Wendigos

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for the big scary women enjoyers in chat

[silky-silks]

Cooking with Nina!

(Rushed, I have a cold but wanted to fret the ideo out.)

Silky burst into Nina’s bakery one random day and demanded to learn how to make a cake.

Silky: “MRS.VESLEB! HOW DO I MAKE A CAKE?!

Why does she need a cake? Dunno, Silky must be planning something.

Nina belongs to @night-light-artz

Yeah I have a cold and I’m tired as well, so I might be out a bit just to relax myself and my nerves.

And yes, Silky can literally extend her neck like crazy

[twistedjackalope]

[littlemissgloomexe]

NEW OCZ OMG!!!!

Bonus ;3

[trippin-chippin]

Totally not using this for anything…..👁️👁️