#lazarus (oc)

[4harv3y]

wawa :33

[adxmanial]

haven't posted my art here in like twenty slutty slutty years

[smutinlove]

Jason Todd having a size kink will never not be on my mind. he’s 6ft, 6’2ft depending what universe you’re talking about and weighs at least 200 lbs if not more, he is built like a tank.

took him awhile to get use to his size so being around people who are 5’2 even 5’5, seemed abnormal to him. could pick us up with no effort, throw us over his shoulder and walk like nothing happened.

he would use his weight for advantage, leaning down real close almost suffocating but enough to get the gears turning… his hands? ough. big enough to wrap around throats, thighs.

sorry had some thoughts

YES, OH MY GOD.

after the pit changed him, it took him awhile to get used to his height and general appearance. I mean, this man is 6ft and weighs around 200 pounds.

he'd be hitting his head on doorframes and towering over people. can't reach the cereal box on the top shelf? don't worry, he'll get it.

and he's so strong and muscular too.

oh my god, he'd be the type of person to pick up ANYONE and throw them over his shoulder with no hesitation.

he'd even do it for fun.

and we all know that Jason reads books. he ain't no basic becky, okay? this man reads and it makes men and women feral for him.

this man's hands are big. so basically, he'd be enveloping the book in his hands.

speaking of his big hands, Jason's hands WANDER.

when his face is buried between your thighs, he'll occasionally give them a tight, good squeeze, causing you to whine. then he'll mutter something like: "aw, is my precious angel getting all worked up? come on, baby, i wanna hear those sounds."

this man is addicting.

he'll also occasionally give your throat a nice squeeze if he feels like it. or if you ask him to. he'll do it either way.

his big, veiny hand wrapped around your throat, leaving only a little bit of room for you to breathe.

this man is horny too.

he'll fuck you whenever and wherever. he has no shame. he'll do it in your local grocery stores' bathroom or even at the back of a bar.

and the groans he'll let out while he fuck your brains out.

"come on, doll, 'that all 'ya can do f'me?" or "fuck, you drive me crazy, love. your pretty face and thick thighs. you don't even know half of what you do to me."

More size k!!nk headcanons

[odysseys-blood]

i love doug's ●-● (ft. leland)

[altades]

[kmpshitposter]

OC Lazarus commission for @milk-crafting

[cintipede]

date night with the girlfriend🗣🔥🔥💯

my sci-fi story ocs... they work on an offshore oil rig on another planet and then stuff goes really wrong. and yes its yuri

[skizoh]

Laz doods.

[finalgirlmorgue]

“Jason?”

Jason is a little different after the pit…

Cryptid!Jason au? Feel free to send asks about him. I’ll respond with little doodles. :)

[h0ll0wt0wn]

The official guide to Lazari Lucias Hollow

and model sheet for Hollowtown

Lazari Lucias Hollow is a jaded little girl who almost completely lost touch with her inner child and sense of wonder. A child incapable of acting the way her mother wanted because she simply was not human. When she passed, ensuring to leave behind a final catalyst to all of Lazari's self esteem issues, she was found by an onlooker in the woods who took her in.

And it was through this wonderous, larger than life figure that she began to reconnect with herself. She could almost be a child again... but it was for not. Even in the company of him... and them... she was different. A demon in her head that only she could hear, a ravenous hunger that made her the most dangerous predator on the planet, and a direct tie to the most threatening demonic force on earth... and their worst enemy. One she isn't aware of. No matter what, she is still

A Demon

...And isn't that a shame?

Because she isn't just a carnivorous beast. She is also... kind.

She takes no joy in ripping into innocent creatures. She never wanted to be the predator to mankind. She wants nothing more than to be a human. To rid herself of these traits. Because deep down she is not a harbinger of doom. She is kind. She is an explorer. She is an artist. She is a vintage nerd, she loves emo rock, there is so much of herself she wants to explore. To be. She wants to be free to be herself... in a world that is telling her that kindness will do nothing but get you killed. That she must embrace her darker side... as if it were who she truly was. But it's not. It never was. The voice that tells her to kill... is a literal separate (And kind of stuck up) entity.

She is only 12 to 13 years old

And must navigate a world that wants to exploit her for their own gain.

Can she be who she wants to be? Or does she have to become bitter, darker, distorted, and match the nastiness and horror the world has to offer.

A long time ago, she disappeared. Her adventure ended before that question could ever be answered.

But now... you'll see where she's been. Where she had been while you were busy growing up from this story.

And all you have to do is look for her. Somewhere out there, in the middle of the forest, hidden from the rest of the world

A town where all the monsters and misfits from your childhood have all been living. Still there. Just... hidden

A Hollow City

See you there

[adxmanial]

laz as a dragon bc I finally scattered him on flight rising

[gay-poet-gabriel]

i had like a vision of a blood angel with like. any of sanguinius's weapons "tattooed" (or just scar tissue with no ink) on a blood angel's back. So here's my OC Patroklos "Patrick" Saint Lazarus with the Moonsilver Blade

[endymion-in-stasis]

As promised, my awful little Tremere Lazarus. Everything is wrong with him <33

[katamarv1]

Family tree since our system had an update (our Gabriel and V1 fictive fucking reproduced again.)

[milk-crafting]

little laz doodle with a couple different versions uwu

[stars-obsession-pit]

Lifeblood

Being a ghost scientist is hardly a highly acclaimed occupation. Even among those who actually know that ghosts are real, the scientists are widely regarded as whack-jobs and quacks. Idiots at best, scammers at worst.

Well that was all about to change.

While working for the Ghost Investigation Ward, she had made a world-shaking discovery.

And like any great scientist, she immediately set about ensuring it was hers alone. She wouldn’t let anyone take this away from her, and certainly not the government. She deleted all the hints of it from the organization’s databases, and quietly tendered her resignation as soon as the trail seemed clear.

For this, her name would be remembered forever.

For she had discovered the secret to eternal life.

Not just the ghastly echo of consciousness imprinted into ghosts, but real, true, life. Bodies, brought back from the most heinous injuries or even from death itself.

And it was all thanks to those disgusting ectoplasmic pseudo-creatures.

Because that was the solution. Ectoplasm. The potent, highly pure stuff, ideally sourced directly from the bodies of powerful ghosts. Without the impurities, the corruptive effects of ecto-contamination could be mostly staved off.

Now, of course, collecting those ghosts to harvest would be a challenge—especially without the government facilities she used to have access to.

But she knows what the rich are like. They’ll pay anything for an opportunity like this. Once she gets things started, she’ll have all the resources she could ever need.

And she already stole enough doses to prove their effectiveness to those first backers.