#introducing ocs

[hereticalhowler]

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Siniix Auctor

Limeblood ☆ Adult troll ☆ Playwright ☆ Historian

(art by asks-n-trolls)

Have you ever heard of Shadow Dropper of the Opera? Maybe Hadeistown? Then you're familiar with her work! Siniix Auctor is a renowned playwright, known for basing her scripts off the tales of ancestors. She mysteriously popped onto the scene around 5 sweeps ago, with most questions about her younger life being dodged expertly.

While Siniix poses as a jadeblood in present-day Alternia, in reality, she is a limeblood who was displaced in time by her latent psionics. She was known as Sapphone in ancient Alternia, a notable poet who sailed the world with her matesprit, Justicia Acropora Delahaye. The two were rarely seen apart, until Sapphone's mysterious disappearance during a fierce storm.

Now the last living limeblood on Alternia, she seeks to try and preserve the memories of those she loved in the ways she can. What better way to immortalize them than on the stage?

Introducing OCs

[nethertrolls]

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Pyroeis(Red) | he/him

Rust | Ignorer of Spirits, Arranger of Corpses, Assistant not not really assistant of Volknr, werewolf

(art by @/ptipi )

Pyroeis the seven foot tall werewolf who helps Volknr and his lot by putting the deceased in their final resting place, brings them what they need for speaking with spirits and making sure everything is in order. Compared to the other trolls that he works with, they are eggheads and he is the jock (although Volknr is technically both).

The reason he was hired in the first place was due to his sensitivity to spirits, one that was strong in his line but it was always seen as a curse and it was always ignored through out history and that includes Pyroeis himself. Very good at ignoring them. Sees it as more of a curse than the whole werewolf thing.

He is a frequent visitor to a currently unnamed gym where he met a very annoying friend who seemed to always butt his nose in and try to make Pyroeis meet other trolls. The most successful attempt came when Pyroeis was in dire need of somewhere to live before his current lease was up and his current roommates were moving on, he was introduced to Stilbon. While they were both completely and very different trolls with Stilbon being more open and energetic, they hit it off extremely well. They end up in a romantic relationship (red).

The whole Red/Bronze nickname came from the fact that his friend refused to tell him each others names as a form of entertainment and they sometimes refer to each other that way.

(art and design by pan_plantita (KoFi)

[rheas-typewriter]

ok heres our next oc :) quickly posting this before i go 2 bed

@cringelordofchaos tagging u incase u wanted to have a look!

[starchaser667]

Hey so, has anyone else like , , , thought about this??

Because I have,

And it's making me incredibly anxious

[jun-hug]

Decided this trend is a great occasion to introduce my old and new cat ocs . ݁₊ ⊹

prints | art gallery ✶

[galoogamelady]

Since y'all call any Dragonborn character "Dark Urge" now

[rust-berrie]

the concept of the farmer being a literal anomaly to the townspeople bc of their in-game features and add-ons will always b so funny to me. so heres a little silly doodle i made.

(edit: ermm... numba two)

[pinkiepig]

Girlfriend and the one she’s crazy for

[demaparbat-hp]

The Huntress huffed in amusement. Die by her hand or go back to the depths. The choice is yours.

The girl narrowed her eyes—so blue, so bright, so wrong—and spoke in the voice of an unleashed tempest.

“Who are you?”

Blue and bright and deadly, the South beckons. The truth bursts open in For the Spirits, Chapter XI: Into the Depths. For the first time, it all comes together, and marks the end of the Southern Arc.

Beware, dear traveler. Wolves don't ever play with their preys.

[jibberjibbsart]

Supernatural “Power Hour” Part 3

The mystery shack has a new part time employee. I’m sure he’s totally normal.

First | Prev | Next

[blueberry-blast]

some silly vanillys as I try and get more consistent at drawing him

[hereticalhowler]

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Awoole Fenrir

Bronzeblood 🐾 Mechanic 🐾 Rebel

(art by Mikkynga)

Known best for his work in causing highblood vehicles to explode, Awoole Fenrir is an expert mechanic and skilled blacksmith. While Awoole accepts work from all castes, he charges more to any highblood requesting services, while lowbloods receive discounts, and even free work.

Coffee maker broken? Buggy broke down? Your prosthetic isn’t moving as well as it used to? He’ll do it all, from welding to weapon crafting. He made the rifle used by his ex-kismet Anyaru Servus, from bone and metal.

A fierce protector of those he loves, even in death on Derse, he finds time and ways to help others. If you’re part of his pack, you’ll never have to worry again.

Introducing OCs

[nethertrolls]

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Atrata | he/him

Cerulean/Indigo/Violet (multiple IDs) | Master Assassin, Head of all the houses in the Organisation, Curator of national secrets, poison maker and excellent chief

(art by Pan/pan_plantita (on KoFi)

Atrata is a highly skilled assassin, a prodigy - a beast. Networked as a demon to strike fear and get jobs. He is now the boss. Charming in all ways except when it comes to actually flirting where he’ll flirt and then get beyond embarrassed or try to reciprocate and kiss them (that is not flirting).

His line is important and so he didn’t have much of a childhood except when sneaking away in the tunnels under the house used as escape tunnels. Atrata’s entire life was planned out to ensure that he wasn’t someone that did nothing with his gifts, it did make his childhood something not pleasant to talk about. Atrata uses cooking as a means to show others he cares but also because he doesn’t trust his friends to be able to feed themselves properly and is always one to take a note on their dietary restrictions so that he can feed them properly but comfortably.

Atrata is a very good gift giver, it will definitely be in the trolls interests. He has a weakness for knives especially the pretty ones, has used gifting knives as a means of flirting but he also has his own collection.

All his flirting moves come from those like trashy romantic novels in his families estate, the ones he used to read to pass time but if he even tries to like do that he regrets. But like I said a confident man otherwise, takes a job very very seriously, very knowledgeable about poisons. Very into coffee like a lot, has probably tried almost everything. Tends to attract trouble like a magnet and that includes trolls that others would consider broken or not worth the effort, he befriends them without question and in turn he ends up with powerful trolls behind him.

Someone from his past that was meant to be dead came back for trouble but unfortunately the troll that could have gave him some hint on why ended up dead, so he went to Volknr. Someone who had the reputation of being able to get the deceased to communicate and speak they did, this would start a future partnership.

(art by @/clockworkreapers )

[juniper-petunia]

Gwen shut the front door behind her with a bit more force than needed. It had been another shitty day at the diner and of course she had to stay over again to finish other people’s side-work and prep for brunch service in the morning. Looking at the microwave clock shining green into the otherwise dark kitchen she read 1:05AM. God, at least she was off tomorrow. She started trudging her way to the shower, passing Julie’s room in a stupor to get to the bathroom. Halfway through turning the shower on she remembered, shit, she told her sister she’d wake her up to let her know she got home safe. Julie always worried when her big sis got home later and Gwen… well Gwen appreciated her worrying, even if she would rather die than let her little sis know.

Gwen left the shower running, it would take a minute to get hot anyway, and made her way to Julie’s bedroom door. Considering knocking for a second at first Gwen double guessed herself and decided to just crack the door open. Lying in her bed, plush sage green duvet pulled up around her, splayed brown hair wildly spread over her pillows, Gwen couldn’t help but smile looking at her little sister. Even when she was a kid she always looked so peaceful and cute when she was asleep, nothing like Gwen, limbs all over the place, mouth agape, loud snoring, Julie had made sure to show her plenty of pictures and videos much to her big sisters chagrin. But right now Julie wasn’t trying to annoy her, no teasing or begging for attention, she just looked so peaceful.

Gwen softly stepped over to the bed and sat down on the edge next to her sister. Gwen hesitated, she seemed too peaceful to wake up, Julie’s face in a soft contented smile, stuffed dalmatian in her arms. Gwen cupped Julie’s soft cheek in her hand, thumb stroking her faces smooth pink skin.

“Hey,” Gwen whispered to her conked out sibling, “I made it home safe, Jules.”

Julie’s only reply was a series of soft grunts and a yawn. God, she really can be cute sometimes, Gwen thought to herself. She leaned over and gave her little sister a peck on her forehead and said, “Goodnight, Jules.”

Again the only reply was a soft, “hmm,” and Gwen felt satisfied to take her leave. As she reached the door, however, she heard a whiny, “waaaait,” coming from Julie.

“What is it, Jules?”

Julie’s arms lazily rose into the air, opening wide, hands grasping at air.

“Alright alright, fine,” Gwen said and stepped back over to the bed, “one hug, then go back to slee-.”

Before Gwen could finish her sentence she had been grabbed by Julie’s arms and pulled face first into a passionate kiss. Gwen couldn’t react, she was so confused, but god, were her sister’s lips soft, a sweet fruity flavor overtaking her mouth. Julie’s tongue began to prod at Gwen’s closed lips, and without even considering for a second Gwen granted her entry. Soft, half awake moans escaped Julie’s mouth, and Gwen found herself doing the same. Suddenly, as quickly as it began, Julie released her dazed sister and laid her head back on the pillows below.

“I love you, big sis.”

“I- uhhh… I love you too, Jules…. go to sleep.”

Gwen rushed out of the door, what the hell was that???

The next morning Gwen awoke to find Julie already halfway done with Sunday breakfast, the aroma of pancakes and bacon filling the apartment.

“Hey good morning, sleepy head!”

“Mornin.” Gwen replied, still shaken.

“Glad to see you made it home safe, still wish you woulda come to wake me up.”

“Wait,” Gwen said as she took a seat at the kitchens bar counter, “do you not remember… me coming in last night?”

“Oh you did? No I was, like, soooo out of it! I think I passed out around like 9 or so? Everyone got offline super early so I didn’t feel like staying up super late.”

Julie set a plate of pancakes with a smile of bacon and two eyes of sunny side up eggs in front of Gwen, and flashed her a sweet smile.

“You, however, look like shit, did you get in super late?”

“Yeah,” Gwen nervously prodded her egg yolks with her fork, “like 1-ish.”

“Ooo, yeah that explains it, you look like death, you’re so pale, maybe some breakfast will help!”

Julie brought her own plate, fashioned into the same smiley face but with over easy eggs, and sat down next to Gwen.

“Go on, eat up, sis,” Julie said taking a bite of her bacon.

“Sorry my stomachs just a little upset, i need to take it slow i think.”

“No worries, i can always make more if you want later!”

“Thanks, sis,” Gwen hesitated for a second, watching the golden yolk drip down the short stack, “You… you really don’t remember when i came in last night?”

“Hmmm…” Julie stopped to think, “no! All I remember is what a nice dream I had… you were there I think?”