#oc Horatio

[ghosttrolls]

dead drawing website doodle of a couple really old ocs

[envihellbender]

An immobile feedee starves their feeder

Rating: Mature (horror and kink)

Characters: Zachary Redvers, Horatio Ewart, Claud Ewart (OCs)

Content: Extreme weight gain, starvation, death

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“Thank you,” Zach said politely as he took the cup. He gave a warm smile to the terrified young man before him before he sipped his tea from the chipped ceramic mug. He delicately placed it onto the stained coffee table and resisted the urge to look up towards the groaning, wheezing noise that came from the ceiling above him. He was sat on the threadbare sofa and opposite him was Horatio Auclair (now Ewart), someone he’d been trying to track down for weeks. He was a missing person who Zach was convinced was connected to the latest in a string of disappearances. He was convinced the terrifyingly skinny young man opposite him was the answer to everything he needed to know. However, one look at him and it was clear he was a victim, he was as pale as paper with sharp edges poking through his skin. His silver eyes were half lidded and he shivered even underneath his several layers of clothing.

“Who’d you say you were again? Are you a detective?” Horatio asked shakily, he was looking around the room as if trying to avoid Zach’s gaze. Where he didn’t look however was at the yellowing ceiling where strange snorting noises were emanating from.

“Yes. Apologies for not formerly introducing myself,” Zach smiled, folding one leg over the other. “My name is Zachary Redvers. A private detective, I was hired by a Mister and Missus Hector McCarthy to investigate the case of their missing son. Theodore.”

“I- I haven’t lived here very long,” Horatio rambled, he sounded terrified, a tremor in his throat with his eyes growing wet. “I don’t know anyone especially not anyone who’s-”

“Oh, I’m sure you don’t,” Zach interrupted. “I’m dropping in on everyone in the area where the boy was last found. Maybe you’ve seen something peculiar lately that seems completely unrelated.”

“Um. Well. Alright. What does he look like? The boy who’s gone missing?”

“He’s seventeen, white, little short for his age, a few pockmarks on his cheeks, curly brown hair, green eyes, and a snaggletooth. He walks with a limp on his right side,” Zach repeated from his notebook. Or at least he was pretending to act as if he was reading, in reality he was watching Horatio and studying the dawning recognition on his face which he was trying to hide.

“Sorry, doesn’t sound familiar,” Horatio mumbled. He began chewing on his nails.

“Ah, I thought it was a long shot-” Zach hesitated as obscene, squelching noises rang down the stairs.

“I apologise, my father is extremely unwell, I take care of him. It’s why I moved here,” Horatio interrupted, his skeletal cheeks burning a deep pink in embarrassment.

“Oh your father, that would be Claud Ewart, yes?” Zach knew that was the only declared tenant of the house, and also that no one knew him to have any children.

“Well, yes it- it would-” Suddenly there was a loud banging and a shout of something wheezing and garbled that could have been ‘Tio’. “Excuse me, I have to see to him.” Horatio got to his feet and hurried to the stairs without a second glance and before Zach could reply. He noticed that Horatio was struggling for breath, he definitely seemed like a victim in all this. Would the Courts see it the same way? Zach waited until Horatio reached the top of the stairs and then quietly got to his feet, now he was alone he could get to the real reason he came.

It didn’t take him long to find the cellar, the house was small, it was tidy and clean, but the wallpaper curled away from the wall and the furniture seemed ancient. The kitchen was filled with barrels and crates, it smelled like an old butcher shop but no where near as appetising. Behind an old, barely used ironing board was a door to the cellar. Zach was expecting to need to pick the lock but as soon as he twisted the handle it opened, so suddenly he almost lost his footing. He snuck down the rotting stairs, worried that his boot would go through one as he heard a wheezing, furious yelling from above. When he reached the floor he coughed and spluttered, he took out his handkerchief and covered his mouth and nose. He recognised that smell.

The cellar was badly kept, the floor was damp and there was a strange substance congealing on the floor. If Zach had to guess he’d say it was liquified organs, blood, and waste that had been left to rot. There were two rooms in the cellar, one that was filled with rubbish and clutter, that had scurrying noises filling the air with the distant shouts from above. When Zach entered the second room he froze. This is what he’d been looking for, he was a mixture of horrified and relieved. Before him was a large pile of bones, bigger than he’d ever seen before. When he inspected them further the several rib cages confirmed they were human without the need for any testing. They looked as if they had been sucked clean by animals, or something. As he rummaged through them he deduced there would be at least twenty adults worth, perhaps more. He was so focused that he didn’t notice the shouting had stopped. It when he was holding a collarbone and studying it that the voice interrupted him.

“I had hoped you wouldn’t pry too much,” Horatio said causing Zach to drop the bone and spin on his heal, his cheeks burning red when he saw two genuinely sad grey eyes looking at him.

“I- I apologise. But I had a job to do,” Zach answered, had he been found by the killer he’d have lied. As it was he thought the truth might win Horatio over. “You don’t have to be afraid. If you come with me, I can tell them your father made you do this-”

“What- no. I can’t-” Horatio swallowed and his eyes looked up. “No. I can’t leave Father. I’m sorry. I’ll have to bring you to him.”

“Why don’t we go back upstairs for a chat? Or perhaps we could go somewhere, I could buy you something to eat?” Zach offered. Horatio’s eyes widened in desire, something primal and desperate to be fed filling him.

“I- you- well- I erm-” He spluttered, his skinny arms wrapping around his torso. “I- you- really? Like what?”

“Well, what’s your favourite?”

“Baked potato?” The absolute desperation that Horatio showed at such a simple food made Zach’s chest ache.

“Absolutely.”

“I- okay. Well, erm,” Horatio paused. “Father wanted me to bring you upstairs anyway. So I’ll have to. But. Erm. Maybe we don’t tell him who you are. And then you leave?”

“We leave,” Zach corrected.

“Yeah. We leave.” Horatio’s tone was uncertain and he gently took Zach’s wrist and pulled him firmly towards the stairs. The detective wasn’t convinced he’d gotten Horatio on his side and this wasn’t a trap - but he was out of the basement and that was a step-forward. Horatio wasn’t strong, and even though his grip was attempted to be firm it wasn’t. He was too weak and hungry and to do so. When they reached the kitchen Horatio stopped and turned to Zach. “I told him you had just moved in to the boarding house next door. Said you wanted to know some directions and we got talking.”

“Oh, I- yes. Thank you. Really, that’s really brave of you, Horatio,” Zach said, his rich brown eyes blinked a few times in shock and his lips parted as he found himself truly stunned. “Can I ask about the cellar-”

“They… were the others. He’s not-” Horatio swallowed. “He’s not my Father. He- I’ve only lasted this long because I kept bringing him- there were twenty five before me. Twenty five that fed him until they starved. And I brought him eight. I didn’t- I didn’t want to die. I don’t want-”

“Hey,” Zach interrupted as he saw Horatio getting more and more panicked, he placed one light brown hand on Horatio’s shoulder. “I believe you.” There was a wheezing loud shout from above that made Horatio wince. “So what’s the plan?

“If you pretend to be the neighbour then- then he should be- he should let you go. And. And I can-you’ll protect me?” Horatio asked. His voice was a whine, almost like a lost child’s. Zach forced a smile, attempting to seem stronger and braver than he was.

“Yes. Absolutely. What- what would he do if he doesn’t let me go?” He couldn’t help but ask.

“Let’s… You don’t want to know.” Horatio didn’t say any more and took Zach’s wrist again, pulling him upstairs, and he realised they Horatio just desperately needed some human contact. Zach followed dutifully, repressing the urge to cough and vomit when he felt the intense, overwhelming smell of sweat fill his body as he climbed the stairs.

“Papa,” Horatio said, his voice softer and more submissive than it had been downstairs. “This is Zach. From next door?” He spoke as he opened the door and pulled Zach inside, and the detective for the first time in a long time after years of cases froze.

Before now, the biggest person he’d seen was the five hundred pound police chief, but this creature could have swallowed him whole. The upstairs seemed to be predominantly flesh, mounds of sweat and filth covered adipose that was at the top a grunting, groaning, wheezing head that was just a thick appendage sinking into a huge neck tire. Zach felt his blood and organs turn to ice and then water, he began to wonder if either him or Horatio really would ever leave.

[littlevioletart]

More wholesome content to balance out the angst—

I feel like such a scene could actually happen in canon X) I find it so adorable

Like of course the two rat lovers have to meet at some point 😌

[kelvinthegoatt]

This was supposed to be a doodle

[forests-fabled-stage]

5/?? — Turning the full cast of the Forest Fables AU into goobers

Next up, Oro Clever!

Sister of horatio and the one who helps lead the practice of different shows, a special episode character beloved by certain people in the audience of the forest fables show.

Art below by @novalizinpeace

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[tothechaos]

my five year plan involves turning into a little mouse and using a sewing needle for a sword and going on an epic adventure to defeat a great evil through the power of friendship and stabbing

[hoiiimari]

shakespeare release the hamlet beach episode

[itz-skyline]

Admiral Nelson and Marshal Dunard (OC)

This honestly came to me in a dream of pairing these two together as a joke lmao (just because they both lost an arm)

So about my time travel fic that I've been mentioning every time I post smth about my time travel oc I haven't started writing anything down which is a bad habit of mine I always let the story marinate in my head until I'm satisfied with the story that I've made

But to keep a long story short Leonard at one point in the story loses his arm to a cannonball I won't go into detail because the way he loses his arm is just sad as in very unfortunate and kinda stupid 💀

But Nelson in my story still dies in Trafalgar so this meet-up is kind of impossible

So I kinda made a fanfic to a fanfic just for them to meet. Nelson in this story Doesn't Die and peace between the French Empire and the British Empire becomes an early reality that would never happen but let's just pretend it will lmao

Anyways I just wanted an excuse to draw these two oldies together and yap more about my oc

[no1watchdogsfan]

hi chat its done

this transported as a fucking png its meant to be a jpeg because i forgot to add a white background behind the circuitboard okay. fuck. whatever. anyway his real names kevin btw. he doesnt hide it he just prefers keyboard. kay anyway fact time

was apart of dedsec's chicago branch but left because he couldn't stand them

met horatio while in apart of it. they clicked and have been together since

had a weird fascination with computers when he was young but only began hacking because he wanted to fuck with people

works as a mortician. most of his income comes through hacking

his leg pain comes and goes and its usually centralized in his hip

[house-of-mirrors]

Took this Freudian personality type quiz with my 3 most mentally ill ocs and got the following results:

Orsinio was classic hysterical

Horatio was anal retentive

Miles was oral aggressive

I'm losing it the results are so spot on for them. Orsinio, you have the terrible 19th century psychology version of ADHD. Horatio, you have the terrible 19th century psychology version of OCD. Miles, you didn't get love as a child. It's accurate. What the heck lmao

Running away from Dr. Schlomo

[dukeofwillington]

@kelvinthegoatt has invited @rulebaetannia to join us for the cards but somehow the story took a different turn...thank you for the plot twist!

The only historical inaccuracy here: Kelvin thought I was genuinely interested in hearing our reporter friend discuss naval strategies/j

(I would be interested!! I would!!!)

(But Kelvin just wants to gamble, and he patiently waits for Nelson and Hardy to go downstairs and relieve him from this game. He is always ready to sketch them again.)

🎨cr @kelvinthegoatt as always! 💯✨️

[ghostbroh]

self indulgent reio content cause I've been in a funk all day but this game makes me happy and my beautiful watchdogs oc makes me happy so doodle the guys I must

[dragonfoxstardesigns]

Finished artistic liberty flat color portrait commission for Horatio Pendragon on Discord of their Barabel-Trandoshan Hybrid Star Wars OC named Nat! 💚

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By the way! I'm still available to take on commissions especially for Valentine's Day so be sure to check out my Ko-Fi as well as Carrd for more information! Would love to have a few more slots so I can pay bills/rent for next month 👉👈

[laertesthelocalstranger]

Mort hears something moving through the graveyard. They cannot be called a someone, not with that light, unfamiliar tread, like an animal getting ready to pounce. But they are still a person, and he will treat them as such, even at a time like this.

He looks up from the grave he's resting atop and turns to them.

"Hello. Who are you?"

@residentsofhollowville

“Hello, gravedigger.” Horatio stops ten feet away. He may be softer, but they are not the forgiving smile that their counterpart is. They hold no grudge against this man. But Horatio will not treat him as someone who has never wrought damage before.

They’re only out here for a walk. An errand to the store, and she had been tired of the constant twitching anxiety that had started building again since the circus messages and the fight. It would be better to wear this face for the journey.

They also could’ve blipped, but being someone calmer for a while was an appealing idea he honestly was glad to have an excuse for, and Horatio enjoys walking places more than they do the quick route.

“I think you know me as Laertes.”

[forests-fabled-stage]

3/?? — Turning the full cast of the Forest Fables AU into goobers

This time up, Horatio Spectō!

The critic of the theater, often brought in to review the stage acts and let them know what to improve upon, this tired parrot has to sing a different tune to be listened too, but he's not one to change himself to increase his influence.

Art below by @novalizinpeace

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