#crowsocs

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Here he is! My bird son!

Sabishi Karasu, the underground punk hero of Musutafu.

Currently, he goes by Mrder as his hero name and hasn't come to change it yet, but we'll get to that

Additional info and outfits under the cut :D

Sabishi's name is extremely literal. His father had it legally changed after a rough custody battle. The lone crow, left with no one to love him. How tragic. His name is very reflective of his quirk, as well!

He has large wings and tail feathers, and his 'human' based limbs are more scaled. His legs are full bird-like as well. Crows are great problem solvers and are able to make tools out of trash!

He can also mimic the voices of others and sounds he hears with ease.

Sabishi has an AB+ blood type, loves spicy food (birds can't taste spice easily, i don't reccomend sharing a plate with him), and has a newfound love of growing and tending to bonsai, succulents, and other small house plants.

Feel free to ask questions about him!! There's three other ocs me and my partner have that share the same AU as Sabishi, so hopefully i can get around to drawing them too!

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i suppose ill be nice and post some art without being prompted! here's a new, updated reference for my ICON character, hel-vyss athyov!

she'll be featured in a friend-ran campaign, as the stalwart demon hunter, with the bond "the elder" or "the mighty" depending how i go about it.

she's my 7-8 foot ~60-70 year old (though still very much kicking like shes in her prime) beastkin, a snow leopard with a giant sword

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have a tiny fourth-dragon breadstick bard for your viewing pleasure

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Character Sheet for my OC Marshall

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I'm back! But barely! I'll be working on my chibi contest winners tonight. Posting them tomorrow This is a werewolf OC I'm working on. #crowsocs

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Uhhhh wip more wips because i cannot finish things for the life of me lmfao

I will finish the past two wips tho i swear on my life cause i love them and my new son and now this zombie version of ghost and--

Would anyone want to actually see a ref sheet for my son? I have one sort of drawn but idk

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Haha!! Another OC!! Because I love him!!! I'll try to get my partner to post his wife so i can share her too but for now, This is Yamakaji Imori! Fire-breathing, pompous, and really damn pretty! He takes a lot of inspo from medieval knights and dragons, and has this weird thing about princesses. Probably better not to ask

I'm on Artfight! This is Team Fossil Propganda!! (It's under the same username as here :3)

And like last time! More information and alt outfits under the cut!

Imori is a bit odd. He grew up in a two parent home as an only sibling, has a quirk that doesn't match or relate to either of them, and looks virtually nothing like his father. Weird. Totally not aomething to be concerned about!

He's rich, gets where he needs to by flaunting out his name and wealth, using his prowess and skill is a secondary thought. His quirk only works on an exhale, and it gets stronger the heavier he's breathing. God forbid he starts hyperventilating, the whole place will go up in flames.

Hes not fire-proof, no one is, but he has good enough control over his quirk that he never needs to worry about setting himself or others on fire accidentally.

He's kind of a loner due to people being intimidated by his overall presence, which he absolutely minds but will never express out loud. He's charming and blunt, but not brash or abrasive. Always looks good dressed up, but when he dresses down, it's still hot even if it's your own everyday style.

I love him-- like-- a lot

My little freckled blorbo with a hot fucking mess of a family

I have one more OC for this group to draw, so look out for him if you like these two!!

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Silent and Still

Sir Simon "Ghost" Riley x transmasc oc/reader x John "Soap" MacTavish

Content: SFW (for now?), language, british people, mild transphobia? Sort of? More like old men half understanding in the way old men do,

THIS IS WRITTEN WITH AN OC, NOT AS AN X READER

Summary: The princess of a war torn kingdom was given a new... "pet". And it's a bit awkward since he doesn't like to speak to him specifically. Just a oneshot, unless you want more

This is a sort of Royal Au where Ghost is a knight, Price is a king, etc you get the vibe. I have two different versions for Johnny though:

☆ Just a no one from the city

Or

☆ Scottish King

Pls let me know if there's a preference :3

For ease of writing, I'll be using my OC Rin as the main pov. He's trans cause there's never enough representation for trans characters, so please be nice and enjoy :D

(He's half hispanic and half british, curly haired for those that want his visuals/voice imaginings)

Rin outright objected to the idea of having a personal knight. He fought hard with his father over the desicion, rejecting the prospecting knights offering their blade to protect him. He was the "princess" and "obviously" needed protecting.

Bullshit, is what it was. He'd gone unwed for years due to war tearing their kingdom to an unprospering halt, and no one wanted to marry a twenty-four year old princess. And because of this, and his own insistence, Rin was set to become the ruling Queen when his father felt it time to step down. But gods know when the hell that will happen.

Every single knight was turned away, mostly politely. Rin at least let them show their strengths off first before turning them away. The idea came that he'd just learn the ways of the blade himself, sneaking down to the stables and armoury in the night to train himself. It hadn't been long into this venture when his father called him to the main hall.

A group of merchants passed by as he walked up to his father, chatting up something fierce about their permit to sell and how excited they were. It made him smile a bit. Rin made it a point to get to know the merchants and townsfolk.

What made him lose this smile was the sight of another damned knight, standing eerily still and adorned in a full set of plated armour down to the helmet that hid his face. No house colours or banner were with him, which while unusual, just made the boys stomach drop.

"Rin, darling," His father started, the smile on his face warm with worry. "This is Sir Riley. I've appointed him to be your personal blade." The king stood from his seat and stepped down to the floor.

"Father." Rin didn't bother to hide his annoyance or keep his tone in check in front of the new man. "We agreed that *I* would be the one to pick out who takes up this... role. You can't just choose for me." His father grabbed his hand and held them tight, his smile just as firm as his grip.

"And you, dear, have rejected every single knight that's come to our doors. I cannot keep worrying about you, so Sir Riley is your last — and mind you— Your *only* option." His father didn't let go of his hands as he tried to pull away.

Brown eyes met the quiet steel of the man's helmet, a quiet huff coming from him now. Utterly ridiculous. Just another choice being ripped away from him. It was only a matter of time before his father would try to marry him off again. The knight didn't move even a centimeter. Was he bothering to breathe at all? The fact that he almost refused to move made him seem like it was all a joke, a set of armour his father set up to scare him.

Rin pulled at his hands, gently this time, and moved in front of the knight. First, with his arms crossed and face screwed up in scrutiny, Rin looked him over. Nothing was odd, besides how hollow the suit seemed, but how could he just accept this?

It was finally when Rin reached a hand up to the helmet did the man inside move. It scared him how fast his wrist was grabbed and pulled off to the side, almost pulling him upwards. He let out out a gasp and stared up at the mask as it tilted down to "look" at him.

"Do not do that."

The voice was low, threatening

Rin couldn't tell if the slight growl was on purpose to scare him or if that was just how he sounded.

"Well, how am I supposed to accept a knighy if I can't see your face?" He really thought he had a "gotchya" moment with that one, chest puffed and shoulder back while his hand was still being held hostage.

"Ah-I've already arranged for him. He'll be your personal knight and that's final." His father chimed in in an attempt to de-escalate. Rin turned to him, brow furrowed, and gestured to the man.

"This one?"

"Yes. Now, i have a meeting with the duke from the south to appoint resources. You're free to do as you please, but be mindful that he'll be hoing everywhere with you."

"What? What are you, a dog?" Rin scoffed, looking up at the man again. His arm was dropped unceremoniously and the knight went still again, not even acknowledging that he was spoken to.

"No. He's your knight. Your personal protector." His father came around and put a hand on Rin's shoulder to lead him to the stairwell. "You just need time to get used to him, so I've instructed him to not leave your side. Why don't you show him the town square? You look like you need some air."

Rin stared at the open door ahead of him ehile his father darted off. *Coward.* He didn't even want to stay for the verbal lashing he was deserving of? Oh, that man was going to never hear the end of it. Yes. He was the King. Yes, he was *technically* his daughter. But that did not mean he was free of his wrath.

With a sigh, the boy turned to the knight, long skirt twirling gently in his anger.

"Wait here, then. I have to grab something."

He mounted the stairs with a huff, only making it halfway before he paused. The soft clank of metal shoes on stone came from below him. They both had stopped, staring at the other.

"I'm just going to my room. You can wait there in the hall." He rolled his eyes and began up the stairs again. With every soft tap of his feet followed a slightly louder thud.

"You. Are not. Coming with me. *To my room.*" Rin stopped again, at the top of the stairs, and looked down at the knight with a frown.

The knight said nothing. He just. Fucking. Stood there.

Rin felt his hands grip the long sleeves of the dress. Inahle. Hold. Say nothing. Please say nothing. With a sigh, he turned on his heel and made way for his room. Hopefully with enough speed to lose the man in the long halls.

But who was he to be so lucky? The man was surely quick. And quiet as one could be in full plates.

The princess held his face steady, well aware how his emotions liked to speak loudly through his expressions. This was going to be absolutely infuriating.

He was quick to grab his bag from his room. The knight standing in the doorway made him feel cornered, and very, very small. He couldn't let him know or see his hands shaking with rage. He didn't need a knight! He was on his way to being perfectly capable of protecting himself. Eventually...

Rin looked at the black strip between the helmets plates where the man's eyes should be. In theory. Why couldn't he see his face at all? How was he supposed to trust him in any capacity? Didn't he know it rude to not show his face? Or did he not care?

Either way. It was foolish and he just wanted to be away from his father and this damn statue. Rin hummed as he walked back to the hall. Sir Riley backed away to allow him through, even closing the door behind him. How chivalrous. It made him nauseated. He was old enough to not have men doing this.

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They got outside, finally, and Rin took the first full deep breath since his father called him to meet this man. The sun was warm on his skin, highlighting all the tight brown curls of his hair. Sir Riley looked at the stable boy, the light coming off his armour almost bloody blinding Rin and the poor worker.

"Fetch the carriage." He spoke with that growl again, leading Rin to believe that it was just how he sounded.

"No, no need. Just a couple horses will do. As always." Rin stepped closer to the boy as he stared nervously between the two of them. Could the princess be intimidating? A little. But the man behind him was way more terrifying. The stableboy dashed off to grab the personal coachman. No one was hoing to disobey a man that looked like they could slice them in half with a greatsword they could weild with one hand.

The knight pulled the door open for Rin, gesturing for him to get in without a word. The princess glared over at the stableboy as he pulled himself inside while avoiding any extra help the knight was offering.

Little traitor. How could he listen to some stranger over *him*? Absurd.

It wasn't all that far to the town square either. It was a large city, but the palace sat fairly central to everything. Rin hated the confines of the carriage, especially since he was fully alone inside it. Sir Riley had his own steed. Of course. Why wouldn't he? Where did his father even find this man anyway...

Rin went about this trip in his usual way, fully ignoring the imposing figure that shadowed him to every stall and listened to every conversation with a sharp ear no matter how mundane it was.

He heard many nonsense stories of the people's lives that didn't make sense with no context, but Rin listened to everyone with a smile. Perhaps not the most even tempered royal he's met, but he cared.

Or was really damn good at faking it. That's what the knight would put his money on.

After a couple hours of mingling and trading objects and stories, the sun began to dip low and the knight began to usher the princess back to the carriage. Rin protested and tried to ignore him to continue his day, but this man was clearly insistant.

The knight had rules he was instructed to follow to a t, and he would do just that. Starting with getting the princess home before dusk.

He didn't put up much of a fight, though he didn't want to admit he was getting tired anyway. They made it back to the palace in one piece. It just really cemented the fact that he felt that he didn't need protection. And if he did. Well... he could learn to do it himself just like everything else.

Dinner came and went, his father weaseling his way out of another conversation by inviting the duke and his entourage to eat with them. Rin *was* going to talk to him about this.

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The princess sat himself on the edge of his bed in a nightgown, hair still damp from the bath. The handmaids had left his room for the night and the room was silent. Silent enough that the door thudding shut made him jump.

Sir Riley now stood in his room, silent and still in front of his door. Rin stared at him over his shoulder. He was way too exposed. His nightgowns were comfortable. Perhaps a bit much for a man he wasn't married to to see him in. His tanned cheeks turned red as he pulled his arms across his chest despite being turned away from the knight.

"Why are you in here?"

No response came from the man.

"Hello?" Rin's brow furrowed deeper. "You don't need to be in here."

Nothing came from him again.

Rin faced the window across the room, trying to gather his thoughts in the gentle candlelight. Sir Riley didn't move a muscle. Seemed like a trained thing. Had to be.

The princess sighed as he pulled the covered back and over his body, trying to ignore the presence behind him. Staring at him. Standing inside his room. Just... watching him sleep--

Absoluetly not. He could not do this.

Rin whipped up and faced the knight who seemed to straighten up a bit at the sudden movement.

"You cannot be in here while I sleep." He clenched his jaw as he stared at the faint moonlight shining off of the man's armour. The air of an expected response once again went unfilled.

"Gods, okay. You. Need to be somewhere else. Not in here. I can't sleep with you in here. So *please*, get out."

Rin crossed an arm over to pull the blankets back so he could stand but the knight held up a hand. He grabbed the door handle and agonisingly slowly pulled it open before stepping back into the hallway. The door once again thudded shut and Rin flopped back onto his pillows.

.... he... didn't hear any footsteps. Even though he was quiet, steel on stone would always be heard.

Brown eyes peeled open, staring at the small gap under the door until his eyes adjusted to the dim light that barely came through. And two shadows sat still in front of his door.

At least he wasn't inside his room.

There was no way this was going to work out.

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Its also up on tiktok here if you want :3

I love Sabi. And i show him love by making him use sex as self harm and have panic attacks about it afterwards :D

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This shitpost took me 2.5 hours

I have a college au brewin on my brain so feel free to ask questions :D

Karasu is my child if anyone was confused lmao

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sketchpage featuring (left to right):

mirror (my partner's oc), aqua neos, mirror & scylla, and my sona kou

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its that time again.... :] https://artfight.net/~limbuscompany

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I wanted to create a hot dilfman for a little Fallout idea i have since people like it again and he

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Observe him

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Good morning (its afternoon) i have a Skyrim OC to share

Their name is Marin Wolf-Song, tiny Nord with big battleaxe trope will live strong through them

I will digitise them soon

And draw them with werewolf husband(s)

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Thank you so much for the last ask Kae. . .embarrassingly enough I did drop a few tears because this week has just been rough and quite frankly exhausting, today no exception. So with that, do you mind me telling you about the day I had ? No of course you don't

So, this morning was going pretty okay. Despite the parasocialness, of course, and then one of my teachers banned me from brushing my hair in her class ??? Because it made her uncomfortable ???? And what made me upset is the fact that I couldn't help it. My hair isn't by any means straight, my hair has texture because I am POC and so I have to constantly maintain it so I don't look like a mess. And then she says there's always hair balls on the floor ( not from me because many others brush their hair in her classes ) but everyone looks at me because I'm the only person in my class that doesn't have straight or wavy hair. It was just so fucking weird. But the rest of today was pretty chill, like I was singing and my friend said i had a jazzy voice ? Which i'm NOT complaining because Jazz singers ( especially the women coughs coughs ) are so beautiful and talented. So that made me giggle and feel a little better. Obvi it's the end of the school year so it's getting far more stressful and I have to prepare for what I'm going to do in the mean time in-between time but yk, life has just been going. Today has probably been the least stressful of all this week. I'm going to rest, play some games and read some of the books I brought to hopefully. But first and foremost rest, because a girl knows I'm tired and my abdomen hurts like shit so I have to chill out for a little. BUT I also want to say your CAIN OCs are just. . .woah. . .Nephel. My babygirl. . .like Carmine highkey I need you to move over 🙏🏽 /SILLY

THANK YOU I AM FED, AND LIKE EARILIER AS EXPRESSED I AM VERY CHEERED UP BY THAT ASK SO THANK YOU !!!

*Walks away with a suspiciously Kae art shaped lump in my throat*

-Ulysses loving anon

okay, first of all, i am SO sorry its taken this long to answer, i got some medical stuff done yesterday (just recovery stuff) and was just chillin yesterday and today i hate it whenever teachers are just so like. that, you know? i have my fair share of teachers that act like we're in middle school and it pisses me off each time. im sorry you had that experience, but at least you have time to rest! a small win is a win hehe, im glad you like nephel... i just love women. so i had to make 3 different kinds of lesbians just for CAIN

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Due to recent events, my paranoia is fucking me over. So humbly, I ask for any rants, infodumps ( about anything ), or any art on the back burner of your precious OCs to heal the soul. Kae, my goat. If no one got me, I know Kae got me can I get an amen

-Ulysses loving anon

here!! its a tad early for any proper infodumps currently, though i went and scrambled for some recent art of my ocs... here's a bit of food of my CAIN exorcists

^ pictured here: carmine heofai, nephel warhol, mylinus anagke (and her bound sin, quiet) + carmine and nephel

more of them because i was just doodling recently in an attempt to get back to drawing since i had been recovering from surgery

but here, i do have these on hand so have my other ttrpg character (still unused as of now, but the campaign will be ran someday)

hel-vyss athyov, once known in her youth as the anonymous cultist-driven, extremist, heartless mercenary "the crimson sun"

shes like 60-70 years old in human years but idk what the equivalent is in beastkin years.

i hope this suffices! and yes, you can always get an amen! though i do hope your paranoia dies down, since thats never a good feeling to have lingering around.

feel better, yes?