#what my ocs smell like!

[kankuroplease]

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

[ryllen]

said wolf,

🐺

[crtastrophe]

long time no ink drawing! this was fun

[guthrie-odonto]

So, remember Chonery Carnery, that little cowboy I made as a chapter 3 secret boss? Yep, gave him a revamp and honestly I’m prouder of this design than the first one I made! Going photonegative instead of photoshop, adding a bit of hidden lore that brings forth the other Undertale character suspiciously absent from Deltarune that isn’t Flowey proper or Papyrus (not so subtle if you’re fluent in the font that Woody-style writing on their bottom shoe is written in😉).

Also included the Gaster hand holes from @right-brain-left-brain’s Sonic theory I said I should’ve included; and by coincidence, having most of the colors be inverted (get it? Going from photoshop to photonegative?) turned the dullish yellow of a dried-up, dead, golden flower into a serendipitously sonic-like blue

Petaly (bottom right) belongs to Rattel_M_Bones (don’t know if they have a tumblr

[sefusneezed]

silly little mechanicus ocs that live in my head :)

[grimulf-of-the-wilderness]

Character HeadCanon Generator

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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!

[smalldumbpigeon]

.that bitch Ryosuke Kurosawa

[tumblweeds-omegaverse]

somewhat random thought:

If people in omegaverse can identify others based on scent, does that change how certain things are done?

Imagine playing hide and seek with friends as a child and knowing that you can hear and smell them as you near their hiding spot. Is part of the game to see how well you can find them with just visual cues? Does it tap into some kind of ancient hunting instinct? Do you need to find places to hide where other scents will mute or muddle yours, as well as visually hiding? Or is it cheating to literally sniff out your siblings in every round?

Would people in a modern day setting have a list of approved pick-up people for schools or other locations? Would it only come into play if it was an out-of-household individual? Since the assumption of "it's fine for your parents to pick you up from school" could easily be extended to others who smell like you?

When it comes to places like apartment buildings or dormitories, would there be guidelines or expectations based on people's scents? For example, if an omegaverse species had specific scenting or territory marking instincts, would there be places where this isn't permitted? Could the decision on who's assigned to a dorm, or people's choice of housing, be affected by the scents of the people already present? Is cleaning up between residents even more of a thing in order to remove any lingering signals? Would there be laws against (or encouraging) specific dynamics living in the same buildings?

Is the purpose of deodorant in omegaverse to prevent body odors, as it is in our world? Is it to repress personal scent for logistic or propriety reasons? Is it meant to be complimentary to one's natural scent instead? Is wearing deodorant / perfume / cologne that clashes a faux pah on a similar level to wearing clashing patterns?

(I guess a lot would depend on if scent is a personal identifier, similar to a name...or if it's more of a secondary characteristic, where it says more about a person's body than about their individual self...)

Would twins be mistaken for one another in an omegaverse setting where everyone has unique scent markers? Since identical twins can have different fingerprints, their scents would likely be different too.

Huh, are there verses where scents are coded in DNA? In a far future omegaverse, do people alter themselves to make their scent different? Is it something people do for self expression, like getting a tattoo, or would it not be allowed because of identity theft? In a fantasy setting, could people use magic to change their scents permanently? Or would it be a temporary thing, like a spell?

(my brain: hey, if you had an omegaverse with shifters, that's also in a fantasy setting...does a werewolf in wolf form smell like "a wolf that also smells kinda like this person." or is it "this being, for some reason, looks like a wolf right now. but smells like a person." or do they just smell like a wolf? if an ancient creature, like a dragon or a unicorn, transformed into a human, would people instantly know because they smelled weird? oh oh oh, what about illusions? would illusion spells be based on visuals and scents? would disguises not work if you were fleeing people who knew you because they could smell you on yourself? and what about--)

Might there be different processes around trying on clothes in shops or if shipped to you? Normally if you put something on and it doesn't fit, you can take it off and put it back / return it. Would people be expected to wear some form of scent blockers while trying on clothes, so the merchandise isn't messed up by sitting right on top of scent glands? Could you wind up with some policy where you don't get the full price back on a return if there's too much residual smell?

I'm really curious how different settings have dealt with these, if they have...

also this was supposed to just be "haha it's so cute to imagine the ov version of playing hide and seek with a little kid, where you pretend not to know where they are yet, but you can easily smell them, but dont go for it because that ends the game too soon"

...whoops.

[shezky]

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 👀

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 ✨

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 😔

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 ☠️

[beefarrn]

if i dont draw my ocs in cinematic shots i die

[cimicherrychanga]

being a catboy is so hard when ur. autism.

[new-austin]

NEED to build orzammar in Minecraft

[thiscatiscreepy]

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.

[yea-baiyi]

does anyone else have extremely strong visual/sensory imagination and therefore have a ton of highly specific individual headcanons for every character in every piece of media you consume that you can’t justify and can’t talk about without sounding utterly insane

[butter-on-ghost]

I drew my friend @kextvo’s little slug Herbert as a Snyail!!

super proud of this and super happy to show it to my friend :]

Alt version with just the outlines and black background AND

Herbert!!!

[a-drama-addict]

dorian saying ‘you smell different btw’ after tanwen became a templar is so funny to me actually