#Midnight Shadow OC

[galaxicalsart]

Midnight Shadow :D One of the main/secondary characters of Perfect Flare and such the blorbo ever

(Please don’t repost, but do reblog!)

@emmettverse

[sug01s3al]

self indulgent doodles for my birthday (which was yesterday but I was too busy to draw lol)

I'll 100% colour them in the morning but I needed to get the mha craziness out of me somehow :p

[voxvaughn]

first time i properly draw them together and it's a meme redraw i put way too much effort into

(original under the cut!)

[tdaywasamaritale]

alright kids, new game

use this for all of your ocs. i do mean ALL of them. then share the just the ones that are accurate

since my sleep deprived ass came up with this spin, i’ll go first:

and an honorable mention for malachi, who tortured a 17-year-old monarch for six months:

tagging @yaboieif, @princeteeb, @jingledbell, @demyxdancer, @rainbowsandwhumperflies, @whumpsoda, and anyone who wants to join in!

[nathanbeloved]

When thinking my oc relationship with canon character i just randomly though

"what if i make em shadow milk mom"

So that's her role

Their name is midnight rose :3

They use She/he/they pronounce

His lore inspired by the first cookie from Witch castle trailer

+her other children are

[soaringcompassion]

Angst Art of my oc x canon🌹🌹

(Btw her family is in the orb thing (my oc x canon and their fanchild))

[ciranetyart]

I think that it's fair to say that these are my top favourite works so far

Without cheating, can you guess who these book characters are? (one of them is an oc🤫)

[monerelluvia]

picking berries at midnight

[galaxicalsart]

Listening to Open Up Your Eyes and it kinda reminds me of Star so I wanted to draw a semi-experimental thing of him confronting Midnight Shadow

And I ended up drawing a whole scene whoops—

Featured characters: Midnight Shadow (he/him), Starstrike Splendor (he/him)

(Please don’t repost, but do reblog!)

@emmettnet

[profound-imagination]

A Whole New World - Fenrys Moonbeam

A/N: So this could potentially be the start of a new series if people want it.

In which our O/C Rory wakes up somewhere she didn't know.

W/C - 3.1k

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What a terrible date. Awareness flared through her in boughts. She could hear people talking, they sounded panicked. "Miss? Miss can you hear me?" Her eye was pried open, a bright light shined into it and then the other. "No pupil response." Darkness again. Am I dying? She thought. How did I end up like this? It hurt to think. She couldn't move.

"She's losing a lot of blood! Miss? Can you hear me?" She tried to pry her eyes open but it was like someone had glued them shut, tried to ask the person to be quiet because her head hurt but she couldn't. "Found her purse, name is Aurora West, she's 20 and according to the lanyard in here she's a veterinary nurse." She cringed to herself, no one but her grandmother called her Aurora, she was Rory, she tried to move her mouth to tell them but nothing happened, she faded again.

The sound of a horn, a moment of panic and pain, then nothingness. It repeated over and over for she didn't know how long. Horn, panic, pain. Horn, panic, pain. Horn, panic, pain. And then she woke up and remembered nothing of the darkness or what had happened. Had she been kidnapped?

Rory had two emotions flood through her as her eyes opened. Relief that she was alive and breathing. Confusion at the fact she'd woken in the middle of a lush forest, the sun shining down on her face, the mossy ground was soft on her back and she wanted to curl into it and fall back to sleep but she needed to figure out where she was and how she'd ended up here.

She pushed herself up to her feet and realised then that she was barefoot. She was also wearing a light linen dress that looked like something from a storybook. What was happening? She owned nothing like this, if she wasn't in her scrubs she was in leggings and a big t-shirt. Nevermind that, no one wore dresses like this unless they were in some kind of play or TV show.

A branch snapped behind her and she span. She saw no immediate threat as she scanned the trees around her but she didn't know where she was or what would be considered as a threat. Were there bears in this area? Wolves and Mountain Lions? She didn't know but she pushed down her rising panic and picked a direction and started walking. She was a city girl, no one had ever taught her to follow the sun or how to identify which way was North, she couldn't identify constellations or survive in the wild so she had to find civilization quickly.

She'd been walking for hours, the sun was setting and her feet were essentially torn to ribbons as she stumbled through roots and brambles. Rory fought hard against the panic that was slowly gripping her like a vice, what if she was walking away from safety and further into the woods? She was cursing herself for all her late night scrolling about creatures that supposedly lived in the woods, ones that preyed on humans when they strayed off the trail, well she was so far off any kind of trail she wasn't sure one even existed. She was tired and cold, hungry and thirsty when through the trees she saw the flickering of a fire. Fire meant people right?

Rory approached the group, fully prepared to beg whoever was there for help, for water, she didn't care. The hairs on the back of her neck rose but she ignored it. As she grew closer she noticed something wasn't right about these people but again, she ignored it. "Excuse me? I'm lost and I need some help." All their attention turned to her at once. The orange glow cast upon their faces made her shudder. Their faces were sewn together as if they were wearing masks of skin. the more she took them in the more stitches she noticed, something really wasn't right with these people.

The one closest to her gave her a sickly smile, his teeth all wrong, sharp and jagged with pieces of what she assumed was flesh stuck in between them. Rory took a tentative and involuntary step back. A female approached his side and took her in. "She's pretty." Her voice was terrifying. "I want her." She said, the male looked down at his female counterpart and said in almost a lover's voice, "Then you shall have her." And he lunged.

Rory fell back another step as he lunged for her and then froze at the roar that came from their right. A flash of white launched through the air between them as the male swiped at what should've been her chest with claws that he shouldn't have. The wolf as she now realised it was, yelped as it went down, claws meeting its side instead of her and then it stood, shook itself off and growled. Rory's blood ran cold at the sound, it promised death she thought and prayed that it didn't promise hers.

Her assailants seemed to know this wolf, their panic and excitement was palpable. "The White Wolf!" The leader smiled that horrible smile again, "What a prize!" His female counterpart smiled an equally disturbing smile at him. "We'll both do well today."

A wolf. Rory had never seen a wolf in real life. Big dogs she'd dealt with plenty being a veterinary nurse but never a wolf and she knew through her training that wolves shouldn't be as big as this one was, not even the biggest wolf of record was as big as this one was. She couldn't stop staring as this magnificent beast stood between her and them. It turned its head once to look at her and huffed. "Run." Is what it seemed to say with that huff and its onyx eyes. But she didn't. She couldn't move as she watched the wolf tear into these people and them tearing back at the wolf.

It was over as quickly as it began. The only ones left standing were the male and female who had spoken to her originally and the wolf. Now bleeding in multiple places and his fur now more red than white. Still it stood it's ground between her and them, it had never once given them any ground to get closer to her. "This isn't over!" The female hissed, "I will have her!" The wolf sunk into a defensive stance, one she'd seen dogs make time and time again. The pair made no move to attack and the wolf continued to hold his ground as they backed away.

It wasn't until they were out of sight that the wolf turned and looked at her. Part of her was screaming at her that she should've run while he was distracted, the other part seemed convinced that she was perfectly safe with this apex predator walking towards her slowly, as if she was a deer about to bolt. He'd give chase if she did, she knew that. Deep in her very being she knew that this wolf was no threat and that it had chosen her to protect. "Thank you." Rory breathed out when it was stood directly in front of her, the words shakier than she wanted. "You saved me." The wolf seemed to understand her well enough as it dipped its head once and she couldn't resist the urge to scratch his ears while his head was down.

The wolf's head shot straight back up and she withdrew her hands. "I'm sorry!" She started to ramble, "It was a reward, like with dogs, when their good you scratch their ears and give them loves, I was just trying to thank you and obviously I know you aren't a dog, well you are kinda, like a really really big dog-" she was cut off as the wolf huffed again and Rory would swear for as long as she lived that it was laughing at her as it lowered its head again and nudged her hand. She started up her scratches again and the rumble that left the wolf's chest sounded content as she brought her second hand up to fuss him as well. "See, I knew you'd love this, you're just a good boy who deserves all the pets aren't you?" She asked in that stupid voice that everyone uses to talk to their pets.

"You're hurt!" She suddenly remembered and the wolf's huff sounded annoyed this time as she stopped her ministrations at the top of his head and around his ears. "Will you let me have a look?" She asked as its onyx eyes met hers once more. Instead the wolf walked past her a few meters before stopping and looking back at her expectantly. Rory didn't move. The wolf looked back into the forest and back at her and huffed in annoyance. "Oh!" She gasped, "You want me to follow you?" He lowered his head once more, his way of telling her yes she assumed.

With a quick consideration that she must be out of her mind to follow a wild wolf into the forest once more she moved to follow him. He waited until she was level with his front legs and started to walk again. "My name's Rory." She told him as they began to walk, she didn't know why, it's not as if he could use it, it just felt like the right thing to do. He kept pace with her, never once leaving her behind, he even allowed her to have a hand in the fur of his back to keep herself steady. She wasn't sure how long she'd walked for before they came across a shallow river. The wolf bounded forward and splashed happily through the water, rinsing the blood from his fur and his maw. Rory laughed at him from the bank, "You really are just a big puppy aren't you?" He bound towards her, the intent clear and she took a step back, "Don't you dare!" It was too late, he'd caught the end of her dress in his teeth and had dragged her into the river with him.

She could've sworn the wolf was laughing at her again as she resurfaced, hair plastered to her face, dress floating around her waist and completely see through. "I can't believe you did that!" She swept her arm across the water, splashing the wolf. "It does feel nice on my feet though." He lowered his head once more as if to say, "I know." She pulled herself out of the river and wrung out her hair. "Will you please let me look at your injuries now? You've started to limp, you must be in pain." He shook his head slightly and instead looked up the hill on the other side of the river, a cabin stood atop it. "We're going up there?" He lowered his head. "Will you let me look and help you when we get there?" He lowered his head again. It was getting dark and the temperature was dropping quickly so Rory scratched behind his ear and agreed.

Rory pushed the door open to the cabin, relieved that that had made it. The wolf was struggling now, despite the fun they'd had in the river, she knew he'd over exerted himself and he then helped her up the hill, walking behind her and pushing on her legs and lower back to support her up the steeper parts. The wolf limped in behind her and a fire roared to life in the hearth as soon as he entered. "Okay that was weird." Rory mumbled to herself. The wolf had curled himself in front of the fire and was closing his eyes to rest when she interrupted him. "No, no sleep, let me check!" He huffed in annoyance but let her fuss over him. There wasn't much she could do, she realised, not without any kind of kit. She tore open cupboards in the kitchen and bathroom looking for any kind of first aid or sewing kit as he watched her through the one eye he had open but she came up empty. The only thing she could do is wait and see.

"I think you'll be okay to get some sleep, I'll keep an eye on you." She told him gently, her hand scratching behind his ears again. It wasn't long until he was asleep. She considered running, but it was the middle of the night now, where could she run too? Besides, she was completely safe with the wolf beside her, she knew that in the very marrow of her being. He'd keep her safe, she thought as she drifted off to sleep.

When she woke, she was warm. She could see from her spot on the floor that the fire had gone out so why was it so deliciously warm. She cracked her eyes open and let them adjust to the light but as they did, something tightened around her middle. She looked down to find arms wrapped around her, keeping her pinned to a big, warm chest. Someone was curled around her and the wolf was nowhere in sight.

Rory screamed, as loud as she could, hoping the wolf would hear her. Instead the man behind her shot up, dagger already in his hand and moved in front of her into a defensive position quicker than she could comprehend. She scrambled backwards, as far away from him as possible before her back hit the wall and she had cornered herself.

The man turned to face her, "Rory, what is it? What's wrong?" She paled, "How do you know my name? Have you been following us? Where is the wolf? There was a wolf here!" He lowered his dagger, then dropped it completely. "I know your name because you told it to me, I wasn't following you, I was walking with you, it's me Rory, I'm the wolf." He told her gently, hands up in surrender and he took one small step forward as if she was a skittish animal. "That's impossible! Men don't turn into animals!" She threw back at him. He took another step. "You're right, men don't, but some Fae Males do, and Females."

This man was insane, she needed to leave, to find a way past him and out of the cabin but still, that feeling of safety remained. "Fae? What's a fae?" She asked. "You're not from around here are you? I'm a fae, see?" He showed her his pointed ears and his sharp canines. "We're faerie folk." He told her, she snorted, "Like out of story books?" He shrugged, "I'd say you're the one who is out of a story book, I'm Fenrys by the way." She couldn't believe it. "Fenrys? Like the wolf? From Norse mythology? And you're telling me I'm the one out of a story book."

"I don't know what that means," he told her, "but yes, like the wolf, see?" And with a flash of white he was the wolf from yesterday again. "It really is you?" She breathed and the Male as he'd made it quite clear that he was, stood before her again. "Why did you help me?" She asked, he flashed a flirty grin at her, "I love a damsel in distress and you're too pretty to be worn by a skinwalker." This was all too much. "How did I get here?" She asked him, "There's no Fae or Skinwalkers where I'm from, it's all just legend, folk lore, no men that can turn into wolves." He sat in front of her and crossed his legs, his hand grabbed hers gently, "I don't know Rory, but I think I know someone who might be able to help you. Besides, we don't all turn into wolves, Rowan turns into a Hawk. Dorian can be whatever he wants, so can Lysandra but their powers are vastly different." He stopped suddenly, "This is a bit much right now isn't it?" She nodded and he seemed to be thinking, "Okay, so let's take this one bit at a time, one question at a time, breakfast? Let's start with some breakfast? Sound okay?" Rory nodded at him and he gave her a gentle smile as he pulled her to her feet and steadied her by her waist as she tripped forward.

Once they'd eaten a breakfast of porridge with plenty of honey and some tea, Fenrys hunted through the cabin for something more suitable for her to wear, he came back with a pair of leggings, boots, wool socks and a loose shirt. "It's all I could find, the leggings and boots should fit but the shirt will be too big as it's mine." Rory nodded, "Thank you, is this your cabin?" That was her first question since they'd made the agreement to take it bit by bit, question by question. "It belongs to the Court, we all use it when we travel or hunt, we have them set up all around Erilea." She nodded and moved into the bathroom to change out of her dress.

He was right, the leggings did fit, very nicely in fact and they were so soft. With the thick socks on the boots fit nicely as well. He was also right about his shirt, it was huge. Rory rolled up the sleeves several times and did up half the buttons on the shirt, the other half she left undone so she could tie a knot in the shirt to shorten the length. She then tackled her hair, scraping it up into a bun on top of her head and securing it with a scrap of fabric she found on the side.

Fenrys stopped moving when she re-emerged from the bathroom and he was staring. "What's Erilea?" Rory asked, deciding to ignore his stares, but she couldn't hide the blush that stained her cheeks at the attention of such a beautiful male. She'd been subtly staring at him since this morning. "Is it where we are?" She continued her question. Fenrys pulled himself back into the room and stopped staring at her, "Yes, that's the continent you're on."

He approached her and wrapped a green cloak around her and secured it at her neck. Rory danced happily as she squealed, "I look like I'm in Lord of the Rings, like I'm part of the Fellowship! Are we off to destroy the one ring?" She asked him and Fenrys just looked confused, "I don't know what that is." He told her and she laughed, "I get the feeling we're about to walk a lot, I'll tell you the story of Lord of the Rings as we go." He nodded once and shouldered the pack he'd been putting together while she got changed.

"Ready?" He asked, smiling down at her, god he was tall and beautiful. Rory nodded at him and she took the hand he offered her. "Where are we going anyway?" She asked him, his smile broadened. "To see Aelin."

[cirrusskyanimations]

Midnight Bluebell cookie!

Since both Burning Spice cookie and Mystic flour cookie get lackeys I thought it'd be fun creating one for Shadow milk cookie.

Formerly Bluebell fairy cookie. On the fateful night of Shadow milk cookie's attack on the fairy kingdom, Bluebell fairy cookie just so happened to be out away in the woods. When she got back, all she saw was the fairies in clown costumes and "partying". She was a bit dense and assumed they were just being silly and joined in of her own volition.

After Pure Vanilla cookie and the others left, Shadow milk cookie decided to mess with the fairy cookie who he noticed was happily joining in without much prompting from him, Bluebell fairy cookie, who missed how much fun that "party" was, agreed to help Shadow milk cookie break free to bring back the fun.

Once the other fairies caught wind of Bluebell stealing some very bad dark moon magic books from the restricted section of the library, they had a hunch she wasn't up to anything good, so they promptly banished her from the kingdom, and in the process Bluebell fairy cookie, Now Midnight Bluebell cookie, lost her wings.

Now on a quest for vengeance, Midnight Bluebell cookie will do anything it takes to bring her "friend" back from his imprisonment in the silver tree.

(bonus Bluebell fairy cookie art)

[voxvaughn]

i needed to get across their dynamic in the only way i know how... overly detailed meme redraws (original under the cut!!)

[stealingpotatoes]

painted some deathloop style posters for my ocs!

(commission info // kofi)

[tarnishedbloodhound]

"The Count is currently unavailable." Jolán said, before Ludwig even opened his mouth. He merely blinked at her. In his raspy voice he asked, "When will he be back?" "When he is good and ready." The birth of new fingercreepers is rarely a straight-forward matter, especially when the mother eschews nearly all help and a Tarnished roams with impatience outside. It didn't need to be that way, Jolan reasoned, but then Ymir could be just as stubborn as the Tarnished was.

Chapter Two of Newborns - A Little Gang of Fingercreepers - is up, read it here!

[whyiliketitantvman]

thinking about remaking Queen banjoa midnight in the The shadow Moon motorcycle gang Au✨

[sweet-beezus]

Recent practice scraps, the Sonic brainrot crept in for a short visit as you can see