#what my ocs smell like!
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
crystallizsch · 3 months ago
Text
part ?????? of yuusha wearing jamil's clothes
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
525 notes · View notes
mysticalcats · 3 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
oc i've been cooking up in my brain. his name is wolfgang he's a greasy mechanic
274 notes · View notes
kankuroplease · 5 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
Sketch to get my thoughts out: I just love the idea of the Inuzuka’s strong sense of smell. Could make use of it for easy family tree building
116 notes · View notes
ryllen · 10 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
said wolf,
🐺
Tumblr media
141 notes · View notes
s4ndg3m · 1 month ago
Text
Tumblr media
50 notes · View notes
naralovesangst · 26 days ago
Text
Thinking about how my Courier Six and Benny really are just Bastard4Bastard
They both cheat whenever they play cards, Six goes out of their way to mess with Benny's hair whenever possible, Benny purposely walking just ever so slightly slower than he normally would, causing Six to slow down and causing them to be ever so slightly late to various things. Six stealing Benny's suit jacket and Benny stealing Six's duster.
Meanwhile Yes Man is in his last nerve trying to get these assholes to just do their jobs as co-rulers of the Mojave.
27 notes · View notes
agentark · 7 days ago
Text
been thinking of my ocs signature scents for awhile. Rose is the desert, just before a thunderstorm.
Mason has never liked the desert. Hates the inescapable sunlight, and the dust, and the way the chill of the nights is nearly as bad as the heat of the day.
But when Rose rolls over in her sleep, slots herself into the dips and divots of his side, when his senses are overwhelmed by the enormity of her presence, he can't think of anything else. Because as he breathes her in, suddenly he's staring straight up the face of a pillar of stone, and she stands at the top. Nose buried in her hair, he's reminded of watching a thunderstorm roll in; cracks of lightning and the smell of rain carried towards him on the wind. He allows himself to doze for awhile, lost in memories that are surprisingly less grating than they used to be, and too comfortable surrounded by her warmth to get up just yet.
Months later, when they're in Nevada cleaning up Unit Sierra's mess, he feels oddly at ease.
--
I think of this as...just what she smells like, figuratively, sans perfume, but if I had to pick fragrances I think she would wear:
High Desert
Yesterday Haze
16 notes · View notes
vaguely-concerned · 2 months ago
Text
obsessed with what we're meant to read out of rook's expression when taash starts to walk away in this scene. it feels like such an emotionally dense response from them, especially since they've only known taash or anyone else involved in these scenes for all of five minutes
Tumblr media
sorry about the abysmal gif quality one day I'll learn how to make gifs properly yet that day is not today. but hello. rook. rook hello. what is this about. what's up with that. what are you thinking about. (also taash seeing that reaction and turning around to clarify that it IS what they wanted before they leave because they're upset, not unkind. aww.)
Tumblr media Tumblr media
also flashback to this set of expressions rook makes later on, after the fangscorcher fight, if rook tells taash they're actually a lot like them beneath it all. taash apparently just consistently brings out some very tender rueful rook faces I guess haha
#for rye specifically I think that's the gently amused helpless '...well. I... don't quite know what to do with that'#the '...aw fuck. I'M the adult in the situation now huh. what the fuck no one warned me this would happen' of it all#and pained melancholy tenderness that he feels for taash all the way through#(they are way too similar to his younger self in some ways for comfort and he does not necessarily find that easy to deal with lol)#but like. if your rook has a Mother TM or general feelings about their parents (or lack thereof)#or even feeling like they're falling short in their role as leader... such fertile ground here#taash and rye have one of my favourite dynamics in the whole game it's so loving and supportive and also so fraught and nuanced#I joke that rook has a thousand ways to worriedly yet defeatedly say 'taash....' but is it a joke tho fhsdj#shathann really said 'you will keep them safe' and rye internalized that so deep it's a little bit unhelpful to everyone involved#dragon age#dragon age: the veilguard#dragon age: the veilguard spoilers#dragon age spoilers#taash#oc: Ellaryen Ingellvar#I think taash' feelings about rye are also a lot about like... 'I can literally see (probably also smell idk) that you're sad#why are you pretending you aren't. I don't know what to do to help you feel less like that if you won't even ever say what's wrong'#the mutual 'I wish you well with all my heart but I can't quite figure out how to be good to you the way you need me to be'#the way that's also inherited stuff from both of their childhoods and relationships with their parental figures. as well as#extremely high-masking autistic and cannot-figure-out-how-to-mask-to-save-their-life autistic navigating around each other vibes lmao#augh. I love this game. I'd say sorry for the taash and rye thoughts spam this fine monday but I'm not I love them both lol
13 notes · View notes
sefusneezed · 2 years ago
Text
silly little mechanicus ocs that live in my head :)
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
121 notes · View notes
grimulf-of-the-wilderness · 8 months ago
Text
Character HeadCanon Generator
Tumblr media
[ FIND IT HERE ]
Tumblr media
TADAAAA here Grims results with deets:
Grimulf uses two-in-one shampoo and conditioner.
❌ No stinky, lazy hilichurl here. His humanity is still semi-intact therefore he realises the importance of hygiene. Keeping diseases, ailments and certain health conditions away. From a social standpoint, if he's trekking into town to do trades, no one's going to want to, if they can smell him a mile away, so there is a social need to be clean. He is particularly meticulous when it comes to the 'do'. HIs wild hair and mane are maintained. He uses a pine tar soap, shampoo and conditioner. Grimulf smells like a campfire. Pine accepted a light burning wood scent, a pleasant earthy aroma.
Grimulf can hug you if deserved.
✅He is super affectionate and harbors empathy for many beings. If your muse is having a bad day, needs a cuddle or a dash of comfort, he is your first hilichurlian responder. Grimulf is highly affectionate towards beings he cares about. He is very nurturing, in a fatherly way however most would pass on a hug from a hilichurl in Teyvat.
If Grimulf likes someone, they will give them a pretty rock.
✅Accurate. He enjoys lurking in Teyvats caves, tunnels and hidden realms that most have forgotten about. As for rocks, he's got a magpie eye. Anything shiny catches his eye, a color or even curious shape will trip his curiosity. Could be worthless to many but amuses him so. He can be a bit of a hoarder, but it's organised collecting to him. And if he LIKES someone, it's not just rocks. Tokens of affection are shared generously by this hilichurl, just ask that beautifully handsome one who got a rose a while back. Heh.
Grimulf needs a nightlight to sleep.
❌ He prefers the night. Content to move about within the shadows when ever reconnaissance is needed. It's easier to sneak into a town at night and dark alleyways become the hub for quick and easy trades. He favors the night, there is no fear there. He is borderline nocturnal, prefering to nap during the day and tends to be more active late afternoon, evening.
Grimulf wears Hello Kitty socks.
✅ He would IF it made your muse laugh. If your muse made them or bought them for him, he'd sport them but they better be toeless because he has claws. He actually wears a type of leather leg warmer/ shin guard armor on the daily but like on a day off, lounging around being lazy. Yeah, he would just to see you smile and or crack up.
I hereby Solemnly Tag: @amireallythelast @pleasenosmashme @rcseadorned @glacialswordsman {For Capi} @vahrutasgrace
AND Anyone who'd like to do this!
11 notes · View notes
smalldumbpigeon · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media
.that bitch Ryosuke Kurosawa
35 notes · View notes
shezky · 1 year ago
Text
Man, I love drawing with markers, I started recently and it is definitely prettier than with colored pencils (I love colored pencils just the markers are more vibrant), The only problem is that they stain too much!, but I know that with the passage of time I will learn to not get so dirty with them, aniways, here are drawings that I made in a sketchbook that I bought recently 👀
Tumblr media
Okay, so good with this one but I really think I ruined it a little with the trail that the star leaves, but other than that very fun to do, I had wanted to draw Reach for a while now, and I finally got around to it ✨
Tumblr media
I was on my way to not uploading this one since I didn't really like the final result, it's like, it just falls into the "it looked better in the sketch than the final result" category, but at the end of the day it's something I did and I'm proud of it, plus I love Armo a lot so I just want an excuse to be able to show everyone about him 🥴. By the way, I ended up realizing that I really like it when he has leather gloves on, so now I regret not having put some on him 😔
Tumblr media
And finally, this one makes me laugh so badly, I am a person who usually gets quite distracted when doing something, and this time it was no different, I was just going to try the draft of the new pencil that I found somewhere in my house, seriously, I was just going to scribble something quickly to see if it erased correctly on that type of sheet, and from one moment to the next...I just created a little OC 😭, I present to you Rain by the way, he is a sad and tired little man who enjoys... watching the rain (pardon the redundancy) and playing the electric bass that he got on sale at a local music store ☠️
53 notes · View notes
beefarrn · 2 years ago
Text
Tumblr media
if i dont draw my ocs in cinematic shots i die
48 notes · View notes
cimicherrychanga · 2 years ago
Text
Tumblr media
being a catboy is so hard when ur. autism.
26 notes · View notes
new-austin · 1 year ago
Text
NEED to build orzammar in Minecraft
8 notes · View notes
thiscatiscreepy · 4 months ago
Text
So I'm rewriting The Smell and I thiiink I just finished the first (and shortest) chapter. I might post the next chapters of the fic here as I progress (the red fanfic website is blocked over here and i don't care enough about it to use a vpn)
I would really appreciate feedback on pacing and word choice and stuff like that, but if you just want to read about Marius having a weird one, you're more than welcome.
Anyway, Chapter one, A Dream.
Sirens wailed and gunshots sounded as Marius approached an immense concrete building. In that moment, he wasn't driven by murderous glee, morbid curiosity or even basic boredom, but pure, unfiltered hatred. There wasn't a single thing or person that made his jaw clench or his hands curl into fists like that crumbling edifice. And for the life of himself, he couldn't explain why.
Inside, the air was hot and thick and made his head swim. The lobby was empty, its occupants either cowering, dead outside or retreated downstairs. That's where he was heading as well.
Someone was beside him. He glanced at Raphaella with a rifle in her hands. Strange, he thought, she didn't favour firearms, the recoil didn't mix well with her habit of flying everywhere.
They found a door that led to the staircase. Looking over the railing, the descent seemed endless. Marius proceeded regardless, with Raphaella closely behind. The ground above them rumbled from an explosion, dislodging dust in a grey snow. They passed dark labs and empty offices until they reached a library-like server room with its tall stacks of powerful processors.
Cautiously, they entered, and were shot at. Raphaella took off while Marius ducked behind an overturned table. He fired at the assailant and it fell to the floor. Hearing shots from above, he looked up to see Raphaella press against a wall as she fired at more armed things. Worry rose in him, she was too exposed. As he opened his mouth to shout for her to fly lower, a shot sounded from below, and the scientist gasped and fell, her metal wings making a horrible clutter. Marius jumped from behind the table and ran to her, shooting the gunners in his way.
Raphaella lay face-down in a pool of her own blood, limbs splayed, a wound through her chest. As he reached for her, a bullet hit his shoulder. He swore and shot back, then dragged her behind a cover and continued shooting the creatures. His shoulder stang. Warm blood spread on the floor.
After some time, the armed beings stopped coming. Marius sighed and turned to Raphaella. She was still lying face down, still motionless, still bleeding. He touched his own shoulder, the gunshot wound had already stitched itself up.
How much blood did she have?
He shook her by the shoulder. She was cold and rigid.
How could she still bleed when she was already so stiff?
He whispered her name, then repeated it louder, and louder again. She lay bleeding. He withdrew his hand, it dripped with blood.
How was she still bleeding?
His heart beat wildly in his chest. He reached to turn her over, to look at her face, but stopped his hand short.
How was she still bleeding?
Fear seized him. He felt - knew - that whatever had happened to her face would be too awful to witness. Still, curiosity and urgency pushed him to see her monstrous image.
How was she still bleeding?
As if possessed, his shaky hands moved to the woman's unmoving body on their own. One took her shoulder, turned Raphaella of her side, and held her so. Blood gushed freely from beside her breast.
How was she still breathing?
Blood-soaked hair clang to her face. The other hand reached to move it away and see the horrible face at last. Marius was powerless to stop it.
How was she still bleeding?
He couldn't breathe as his fingers touched the dark red strands of hair and- "Attention crew."
The doctor jumped out of sleep at the booming voice of the ship.
"Attention crew," she repeated, as Marius rubbed his eyes, "inhabited planet located in the nearest system, landing in approximately four months. Take stock of supplies. I repeat-"
Marius tried to recall what his strange dream had been about, and why it made his stomach turn. But as the Aurora recited her message, the dream slipped from his mind until all that was left of it was an uneasy tightness in his throat.
The ship concluded her announcement, and Marius' quarters fell into the comfortable ambience of machinery whirring quietly behind the walls. Soon, he drifted back to sleep, and dreamed of birds.
4 notes · View notes