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Gay little commission for lovely @pip-n-chips bonking our little guys together <3 I'm very happy with it so I thought I'd Post it...........
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be comfortable in your own skin!
i rewatched nightmare before christmas for this event hehfheheh this just me projecting jack skellington's impulsive but well meaning personality onto twst gojo-skellington, he encourages yuulis to embrace their stitches for his halloween plans/the halloween spirit!! or holiday spirit?? depending on how the event goes HAHASGDHAHA yuulis gets one halloween npc friend... as a treat....
#not ship#doodle bin#twst halloween#twst jack skellington#twst oc#twst yuu#twisted wonderland#skully j graves
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MIKE MYEM!
Second welcome home OC spotlight! This is Mike!
#welcome home#welcome home oc#welcome home howdy#howdy welcome home#welcome home arg#welcome home puppet show#welcome home puppet arg#oc welcome home#welcome home mike myem#mike myem#mike Myem welcome home#shipping an oc with a canon character? cringe#anyways#howdy x oc#canon x oc#oc x cc#[ Jace Draws Sometimes ]#[ The Critter Bin ]
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Snowstripe's eyes swept across the gathering spot, snagging on the familiar black and white pelt of his colony's healer as he sat very cozily next to a stocky tom with thick grey fur. He squinted, trying to recall if he'd ever interacted with this cat, let alone what his name was.
Who but Robinswoop would hop by to sit next to him, chirping helpfully when he noticed Snowstripe's confused expression, "Oh, the grey tom is my brother's mate. Sootear."
"Hm?" Snowstripe blinked, getting Robinswoop's full attention now. Sootear... He sniffed thoughtfully, remembering how he'd been the first to pick up the scent of the cove near their borders. A sandy, salty scent, with something akin to seagulls mixed in. Then Mallowcloud had a large shell in his den and feathers in his nest, and he knew that Mallow, with his limp and preference for mice, was not one to be high-leaping for seafaring birds. "...Explains why his scent is familiar."
Being deputy and not much of a talker, Snowstripe had a reputation for being a stoic, closed-off character. Robinswoop, who had a way of making friends with ease, had known better. It was nice, actually, to just have someone to casually talk to. Robin had a tendency for making others comfortable around him, so happened upon all sorts of information by chance. Having family in charge must've made it easy, though his family was... eccentric, Snow had come to realize.
"Between my brother and your sister being... terrible parents..." It was a harsh way to put it, but he wasn't sure of another way. Smokestep was always a fool, and Honeysnap... well that wasn't his place to speak, but he'd noticed how Hallowpaw would stare after her, while Honeysnap blithely ignored her existence. Mallowcloud and Sootear were probably better parent figures to her. "And your brother being with a cove cat, that sounds--"
"Like quite a life, huh? Hahaha!" Robinswoop laughed, finding it funnier. He looked up at Snowstripe with sincerity. "But really, Snowy, I think you'd be a good dad. I see how Stormpaw looks up to you, and you're so gentle with him."
Snowstripe was taken aback. He knew about Stormpaw, that he idolized him from kithood, always talking about how he wanted to be deputy someday just like him. But he had never considered parenthood himself. Kits, huh? It didn't sound like a terrible idea. But there wasn't anybody... "...Thanks." After a moment of sitting with it, he figured he may as well be polite and return the conversation. "What about you?"
He thought he saw Robin's whiskers twitch as the small tom laughed again. "Me? No way! I'll stick with being the fun uncle!"
#warriors#warrior cats#fanclan#cove and quarry#warriors ocs#cats#cat ocs#I thought about these two being friends since Snow doesn't really talk to anybody and Robin talks to everybody#so Snow got his 'adopted by an extravert' moment#not intended to be shipping#though... I kinda like the idea of these two being in a qpr#recycle bin
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Chat I need to draw B/eetlejuice g/t or I will DIE this little freak is haunting me
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Can i get a hug i just kill myself today 🤠 yeehawwwww
POV: You meet an idiot before you commit suicide
#mocha cuppy#bin#platonic ship#osc#object show community#object oc#objectsona#not my oc#tw: blood/lore#tw: mention of suicide#osc art#cuppy art#cuppy asks
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Klee’s first club day
~ Mountain Lover’s Club ~
This is part two of @tokamiart 's, @berribabyyy 's and my MCs in their respective clubs at Night Raven College. All of them are first years experiencing their first day at club.
Please enjoy and feel free to share your thoughts ☘️🐟��
A nervous smile was painted on Klee’s lips as he made his way to the main street. The hiking backpack felt heavy on his shoulders, but it was a good kind of burden to carry. He had made sure to pack everything he needed: his camera, notebooks for all three - flora, fauna, fungi - as well as a few older books in case he wanted to add anything to his herbarium. He had prepared a nicely arranged lunchbox for the club especially and was looking forward to eating it in a quiet corner within nature.
Klee took another peek at the information paper he had printed out for today. The group would be navigated by its club leader, namely a “Jade Leech”, through the Mirror and into a forest Klee hasn’t been in before. That fact alone had Klee excited all day, he had made it his personal quest to investigate every forest there is in Twisted Wonderland.
Truth be told, however, Klee was a bit unsure about going there with many other students that he most likely didn’t know. It might turn out great, since they must be fellow nature lovers like him, but also, he couldn’t think of a time where people had actually… supported his hobbies. Shared his fascination. Other things had always been considered “cool” and “interesting”, like sports, theatre…
Klee shook his head to ban the thought from his head. He shouldn’t be worried either way. After all, people would usually form their groups to hang out with sooner than Klee could even consider joining any of them, so he was sure he would be fine.
Stepping onto the main street, the Ignihyde student was surprised to see… no one, except for one tall figure in similar attire as himself. Since that student was looking around curiously, he was quick to spot Klee, approaching him immediately.
“Ah, there you are!”
Klee couldn't identify his dorm in that getup, instead mustering the male's appearance as a whole: his hair had a teal colour, except for a darker strand that cupped his left cheek nicely. His getup matched his hair, dressing him in earthy colours that here and there took on marine tones – was that a tiny mushroom dangling off the zipper of his jacket?
As the student came to a stop in front of him, Klee also noticed his eyes were heterochromatic, one yellow, one olive.
He also was REALLY tall. Klee had to throw his head way back to acknowledge the smooth, pale skin of his opponent.
“Judging by your equipment" The student spoke up, mustering Klee himself. "I take it that you’re Klee?”
His odd eyes were decorated with a polite smile… that however began to fade as he somehow didn't seem to receive a response. He blinked in confusion, seeing as Klee was definitely staring at him, his mouth slightly opened but not answering. "... Hello?"
“... Beautiful ” Klee breathed.
“Pardon me?” The student tilted his head. “Did I perhaps mistake you with someone else?”
Klee flinched out of his stare in a sudden.
“NO” Klee blurted out. “You are sorry, I am beautifu- I mean, YOU’RE beautiful and I am right-'' His face contorted into a stressed mess. “I… I am Klee, yes” he finally said, breathing quite heavily from the inner stroke he just had. Nodding a few times as if to reassure he did make clear what he wanted to say, Klee then looked up, surprised to see a grin on his opponent's face. “... And you are?”
“‘Beautiful’, as it seems” his opponent grinned deviously, flashing his pointy teeth that had Klee’s curious eyes widened once more. “However, you may refer to me as Jade, your clubmate.”
"Ah… okay" Klee mumbled, not hiding at all that he was still attentively analysing him, which Jade on the other hand mustered in amusement. "So you are the club leader?"
Jade chuckled. "Seeing as I am the club's founder, you could say as much, yes." He straightened the backpack on his shoulders. "Shall we get going, then?"
Klee tilted his head. "Aren't we going to wait for the other members?"
"We're the only members," Jade explained, his smile now curling bittersweet. He moved his head to point at the way ahead, so now the two of them started making their way to the hall of mirrors.
“Oh…” Klee didn’t quite know how to feel about this. He assumed he was happy about having more privacy, yet his heart was beating faster somehow…
Wasn't that… kind of…
… romantic…?
Jade kept throwing his new club member curious looks. “It is sad, truly” he let out a sigh. “No one seems to appreciate the abundance and the beauty of what surrounds us. The nature on land has miracles to offer like I have never witnessed under the sea, yet neither of my childhood…” Jade’s voice drifted off, seeing that Klee’s sparkling pair of eyes had been glued onto him again. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. “You’re quite the gazer, aren’t you?”
Somehow, the teasing tone in Jade’s voice completely missed Klee. “You’re a merman?” he asked instead, gasping in awe when Jade gave a nod. “I’ve never met one before…” Several thoughts crossed Klee's head, so many that he ended up not voicing anything of that fascination within him.
The two had reached the hall of mirrors, where Jade opened one of the mirror’s gates to their destination for today. When he turned around to make sure Klee had read the flyer and knew where they were headed, he was surprised to see the freshman rummage through his stuffed backpack.
“Is something the matter?” Jade asked, impressed to see the plethora of equipment peeking out of Klee’s bag. Finally, the Ignihyde student pulled out a small notebook and got back on his feet.
“Here” Klee started. “This is my forest to-do list. It’s not completed, but I remember the places I haven’t visited yet, and a compiled list might be more useful for you.” He handed Jade the notebook. “Since you probably haven’t been able to see that many yet. And since you’re merfolk and… I’m not. Y-you don’t have to take it, but… yes.” he gave a shrug upon having realised he said all he wanted to and kept quiet afterwards.
Truly surprised, Jade skimmed through the pages. In addition to the forests’ names and locations, Klee had made an effort to note especially rare sights to look out for in each of them. Some plants or animals were highlighted with exclamation marks or little hearts, and next to a few fungi, he noted a reminder to bring enough bags to collect mushrooms for dinner.
Jade’s odd eyes jumped between this remarkably organised list and that boy who could barely see between the messy strands of hair cupping his face. Who seemed like he was both, overly aware and attentive of his surroundings, but also so far, far away, somehow.
Another smile creeped up Jade’s face. This one was genuine, however.
“Thank you,” he said. “I will take only the greatest care of it.”
Klee’s lips curled into a tiny smile of his own. “Okay, that's good.” He peeked at the mirror. “We can get going now, I’m ready.” He didn’t notice that Jade’s eyes were holding onto him for a little longer. Then the Octavinelle student gave a nod before he turned to the gate, too.
“Splendid” Jade hummed. “Then, hereby, I would like to officially welcome you into the Mountain Lover’s Club. I am looking forward to venturing through nature’s beauty with you, Klee.”
It took a moment, in which Klee’s expression was unreadable, pondering…
… then, he flashed a wide grin.
“I am looking forward to it, too, Jade.”
#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland oc#twisted wonderland jade#jade leech#twst jade#klee#tricolouredwristbands#your honour they're in love#ok maybe Jade isn't quite developing any hard feelings yet but#but klee will definitely have dreams filled with fish tonight#wait... is that what they call... a wet dream?#... ok I'll guide myself out sorry#back in the trash bin i go#but please do support my babies#their ship names kleeeech
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same ship different font
Rey/Kylo and Darkling/Alina
One side is an orphan who lived in poverty and is plucked out of nowhere and elevated to Chosen One status. They are mentored by an older figure related to the other partner in the ship, who is an established leader of the opposing side. Thematic mirrors with emphasis on light/darkness.
#same ship different font#reylo#darklina#enemies to lovers#kylo ren#rey skywalker#darkling#alina starkov#kylo x rey#darkling x alina#bin bons#adam driver#ben barnes#oc
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Taking Our Time
Author: FriendofCarlotta
Artist: Witchy-Worm
Primary Ship: Dean/Cas
Other Ships: N/A
Length: 12,649
Warnings: Potentially Dubious Vessel Consent
Tags: S4E13 - After School Special, Post-Canon, Post-15x20, Heaven Fic, Porn With Plot, Top Cas/Bottom Dean, Possession Kink, Grace as Lube
Posting Date: November 23, 2024
Summary It took getting into Heaven for Dean and Cas to finally express their feelings.
Or did it? When Jack frees all the deserving and penitent angels from the Empty, Uriel reveals that there’s a significant gap in Dean and Cas’ memory: the first time they found their way to each other. It happened all the way back in 2009, when Dean was fresh from Hell and Cas was just beginning to have doubts.
When Uriel returns those missing memories, Dean and Cas have some reckoning to do. Excerpt “The handprint is a mark,” Cas says, and maybe he can sense the snarky ""yeah, I got that"" gathering on Dean’s tongue because he doesn’t let the grass grow under his feet before he says, “A mark of… of my grace. A bond. A connection.”
Dean struggles for understanding. “So what? It’s like a heavenly tracker chip?”
“No, that’s not—” Cas shakes his head furiously. “It doesn’t help me locate you. I wasn’t supposed to mark you at all. I don’t… completely understand why I did.”
Cas is still standing so damn close. His proximity is the burn of good whiskey: warm inside Dean’s belly, making his head swim.
To distract himself, Dean says, “Take a guess.”
Cas’ eyes dart back and forth in their sockets, unable to settle on anything, like he’s flipping through all his many millennia of memories as he searches for an answer. “I suppose I…”
He sounds uncertain again. Just a guy on a park bench, hands folded between his knees, telling Dean he has questions. Doubts.
“My orders were to simply leave you in the place where I had raised you. Buried in that shallow grave. But I had spent so long fighting my way to you and then I— I’d cradled you as we rose up from Hell together. Your soul. Inside my grace. And to abandon you like that, alone in the darkness…” His eyes finally settle, and when they do, Dean almost wishes they hadn’t. Because Cas’ eyes are looking right to the heart of him now, just as they did the night they met in a barn in Illinois. “The thought was unbearable.”
Cas straightens, his chin tipping upward ever so slightly to bare his throat. Inviting punishment. Asking for it, maybe.
“And so,” he says, “I gave you a piece of me to keep.”
“A piece of you.” Dean repeats the words slowly, rolling them around on his tongue. Then it hits him. “So when Anna touched the handprint… it was like she was touching you?”
Cas doesn’t answer. “It won’t be there forever. The handprint. It will fade with time. It’s possible some residual grace will remain inside you, but the amount will be infinitesimal, less than a molecule of salt in the oce—”
“I’m right about this, aren’t I?” Dean has the craziest urge to grab one of Cas’ hands, hanging uselessly at his sides, and press it on top of the print, just to see. Just to know what might happen. How it might feel. “When she touched it, you could feel it. Like she was touching you.”
And then he gets a better idea. A worse idea. Who even knows — the fact that Cas is so close, still so close, has Dean’s thoughts jumbled up like a bargain bin.
He raises his own hand again, and this time he does touch the handprint. Gently, but with certainty. His fingers slot against the raised oblongs. Palm rests against palm.
In the dead quiet of the locker room, Dean has absolutely no problem hearing Cas gasp.
Dean tightens his grip.
There’s no mistaking Cas’ reaction. His lips part to let out unsteady breaths he shouldn’t even need. His blue, blue eyes have gone the color of spilled ink.
He’s into this.
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"gamble" or "quiet"? kissing out where nobody can catch them? - for Jo & Egan, of course, because I live the life of an enabler handing you another juicebox 🧃
You are the best, Killy, and thank you to you and @mercurygray for helping me break my little sick-time writer's block ♡ Bucky Egan/War correspondent OC, also on Ao3!
close to you
She’d gone with Kay back to London for a few days. Enough time to catch herself up, wire the stories she hadn’t already, knock her head against the wall a few more times over what did and didn’t go through. The damn blue slashes. Black ones too. Hell, a woman at the corner newsstand had showed Jo a letter from a boyfriend, cut into the RAF’s version of a paper snowflake. It fluttered strangely in the humid breeze, in the young woman’s hand.
She’d seen Bill March’s broken arm, sustained in some manner during an air raid, though the correspondent still had his usual cheerful smile for her, and the pallbearers carrying a distant cousin of Kay’s out of the church in Marylebone, all of twenty when his ship had been torpedoed off the coast of Italy.
She’d gotten back to Thorpe Abbotts on a Friday afternoon, the air still soupy, her suitcase with a half-broken latch and her bitten nails, a growing hole in her last pair of stockings.
It wasn’t raining. Maybe that counted for something.
Trousers then, and maybe she was optimistic, thinking she felt the air cooling a bit around her. There were small scraps of blue sky, like she’d found them in the bottom of her mother’s rag bin. Calico up in the firmament.
The coffee’s warm, if bitter, she hardly pays attention to that now. A few Clubmobile women cleaning trays in the kitchen take pity on her and sneak her a donut. She dips, sloshes, remembers the good old days of milk and cream, and wanders back outside, wondering if she’d made a mistake in coming here straight from London. Her room is still hers in Norwich. Mrs. Fitzgerald had made sure she knew that. It’s a kindness she doesn’t quite have the words for.
She’ll stay in the Clubmobile quarters tonight, on the extra cot. She’d left a book in Crosby’s care last week and he’d returned it to Tatty Spaatz, a piece of stationery stuck in the middle with neat, if hurried, observations. His handwriting reminds her of Evie’s, the block print of a planner.
“Major Egan will be happy to hear you’re back,” Tatty says, and there’s almost a smile playing at the corner of her mouth, her lipstick the color of red wine.
Jo hardly keeps stone-faced, a little scrunch somewhere between a question and an acknowledgement, distaste and curiosity. “I haven’t seen him,” she says.
They yawn, the seconds between the conversation outside and when he’s walking, seeing her, redirecting his path. His eyes look like he’s been squinting in low light, the mask-marks raw across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. He’d come out of his office. Post-mission administration, she thinks. Letters home. He writes them longhand, someone had told her. He’s never spoken about it. She’s never asked him.
And she’s not sure happy is the word she’d use, right now. But Tatty knows what she said. Happy is on the ground. A girl smiling at you. The smell of her hair, clean.
The question comes on an exhale, the tie loosened around his neck. “You wanna go for a walk?”
It feels faintly ridiculous, the way she’s not used to being asked. And it’s faintly ridiculous too, the way propriety and a respectful difference between his boots and her lace-up shoes becomes a sneak-around, a glancing journey to the far edge of the airfield, the side of an outbuilding backed by trees.
Maybe he wants something else, she thinks. Another jigger of whiskey, playing cards on the table, chips or dice or jacks. Someone else. Someone who lets him forget.
He kisses her before they’ve even stopped moving, as she rounds the corner in the half-tall grass.
She hasn’t snuck around like this in — god — she can’t remember. Years.
She can’t remember the last time she’s been kissed like this. A sunlit kitchen, softer. Before the leather interiors of fancy cars and class rings. She never thought it could be dressed like this, callused hands and muscle. The flutter of tiny wings falls still. A fly buzzes around their ankles; she can hear it between the sounds of his mouth, breath hot between them.
She can feel that little swatch of damp at the small of her back, the feeling of her hipbones beneath the wool of her trousers. He breaks away to kiss the side of her mouth, the short hairs of his mustache brushing her upper lip.
John, she wants to say, but maybe she can help it, the desperate act of naming him. It all sticks in her throat, like a glob of too-soft caramel. Hardening. John, John, John. “Afternoon, Major.”
He looks like he’s trying to decide something, kisses her again by her nose while he does. She’ll do the same if he’ll let her, the cuts of the oxygen mask and the freckles she can see in the light. “Afternoon, Captain.”
#masters of the air oc#mota oc#john egan x oc#bucky egan x oc#title from listening to the sinatra vdiscs while writing#not to be confused with the carpenters#i mean. you could. it would be fine also.#i've had a really fun cold for the better part of a week so this may be a little....interesting. but i'm feeling a lot better!#hope people enjoy <3#motaverse#jo's tag#anyway!#shoshi writes
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Wildly self indulgent OC Shipping Doodles with mine, @pip-n-chips & @asylumdweller 's lil guys!!!!! There will DEFINITELY be more tbh I'm unstoppable. I'm SO NORMAL about our fucked up little oc ships and it gets worse by the fucking day.
#my art#Lettie (DoL AU)#Lettice the Heavensent#Koizumi twins (DoL AU)#Edin the Elder#OC Shipping Bin
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Oh oh oh Imma request something 🤔🤔
How about.... female character/reader who is unsure about how she fits in with the bad batch and Tech reassures her?
Was even thinking about my oc Raven and maybe our female character/reader is unsure of her relationship with Hunter and seeks out Tech for (brotherly) assurance 🤔
You can do it however makes sense 😊 also no pressure 💖
Female reader x Tech (platonic)
Summary: You're unsure about your role in the batch and you talk with both Raven and Tech.
No warnings. Fluff and stuff
Word count: 863
a/n: Raven is the lovely oc created by @hellhound5925 ! Go check her out! Sorry Raven doesn’t have a huge role but she’s here! I hope I did her justice 🙏🏻
You sigh, bending over to pick up another piece of mantell mix.
These things are everywhere! Wrecker, I swear…
The light chatter from the cockpit reaches your ears as you discard the snack in the small trash bin in the corner of the Marauder. The squad, excluding Tech, are talking about the latest mission.
Hunter, sitting in the pilot's seat, smiles gently at Omega as she exaggerates how she hustled a man on the last mission in a game of dejarik, earning enough credits to fix the ship.
“Oh, and then I took out his Ghhhk! He said he’s a ‘Top Tier Player’ but he wasn’t! Hunter, you wouldn’t believe how he put himself in a bad position. Backed himself in a corner!” Omega rants with a grin, making big gestures with her small arms, imitating the game characters.
Wrecker gives a big, hearty laugh as she continues. Echo sits back in the co-pilot’s chair, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his pale lips. You watch as the girl keeps proudly going on and on about her victory.
You joined the Batch a few months after they began working for your employer, Cid. Ever since that day where you accompanied them for a mission, you were essentially adopted into their merry band of clones.
Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you sigh again. Although you’re “one of them now”, you still feel as if they have their own little circle that you’re not a part of. How long will it take for them to see me as one of their own? I’m more than capable…
“Hey, you okay? You don’t look the greatest…” A familiar voice says.
“Raven, hey. I’m fine, don’t worry about me. Just… contemplating things, I suppose.”
“K’olar,” Raven says, pulling you to the nearest bunk. Lowering yourself onto the bunk, you pick at your nails. “What’s up?”
“I don’t know. I feel like I’m… not 100% a real squad member. I’m the last addition, not romantically tied to anyone, and just… here,” you admit. Raven has been your lifeline ever since joining the Batch. Both of you are non-clones, even if she did train them, and you related to her the most.
“Vod… I… I felt that way, too, when I first came along.”
“You did?” Raven nods.
“Mmhmm. This tight knit group with a very good looking sergeant-”
“Okay, okay!” You both laugh, easing your nerves. This is why you’ve always liked Raven, she knows how to cheer you up. Always.
“Cyare, c’mere for a sec,” Hunter calls from the cockpit. Raven gets up and sighs, mouthing the words, so needy, making you giggle once more.
“Why don’t you go talk to Tech? He listens,” she suggests, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze as she walks past you.
You watch her go and you see a foot dangling from the ceiling panels. Tech…
You push yourself off the bunk and you stand beneath the opening in the ceiling and watch Tech tinker with the ship’s innards.
“Tech?”
“Hm? Oh, hello, vod’ika,” Tech replies, leaning over a little to see you better.
“You don’t need to call me that. I’m older than you are,” you say with a quiet giggle.
“Well, given the fact my brothers and I age twice as fast as the average being, I am technically older than you, vod’ika,” Tech says with the faint trace of a smile, emphasizing the nickname.
You scoff with a smile, climbing up into the ceiling with him. He’s slightly hunched over because of his height, but it doesn’t seem to bother him.
“Can I ask you something, ori’vod?” you ask, fiddling with one of his tools. Tech hums in acknowledgement.
“I’m not sure if I… If I exactly fit in with you guys. You’re all brothers and I get that but I don’t feel-”
“Vod’ika, you’ve been one of us since the moment Hunter asked you to stick around. Omega especially felt that you would make a good friend, and I agree,” Tech cuts you off, looking away from his tinkering and directly into your eyes.
“I…I’m a good friend?” You ask.
“We may not have known each other very long, but you are an adequate fighter and an even more valuable member of our squad.”
Our squad… Our squad…
“You think so? Hunter… He’s nice and all but… We haven’t really bonded I guess,” you say with a small sigh.
“Vod’ika, Hunter has to put up with Omega and Wrecker, has to find us jobs, feed us, and still sees himself as our leader, our sergeant, our protector. I’m honestly astonished he hasn’t gone gray with all the stress,” Tech remarks, that little smile tugging at his lips. That little grin is so contagious, managing to make you smile as well.
You’re about to say something else when Tech continues, “Echo will come around eventually. He’s lost brothers and he’s distancing himself to save him the pain of losing a sister. I’m sure he’ll soon realize you’re not going anywhere.”
Not going anywhere…
“I guess I’m stuck with you, huh?” You say with a smirk, nudging Tech’s elbow.
“For the long run.”
Glossary:
Cyare = beloved [sha-rey]
K’olar = come here
Vod’ika = little sibling [vohd-eeka]
Vod = sibling
Ori’vod = big sibling [ori-vohd]
Ghhhk = character in the game dejarik
Taglist: @fionajames @sevdidntdie @will-is-silly @skellymom @dangraccoon (feel free to tell me what you want or don't want to be tagged in!)
Dividers by @saradika
#star wars#sha speaks#clone troopers#the bad batch#tbb#the clone wars#tbb tech#clone trooper tech#tech x reader#tech x you#platonic#raven skirata oc by hellhound#tbb echo#tbb hunter#tbb omega
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Ekon Akọmalu!
..i made another one
this is Ekon! He’s a big ol dopey man and i love him very much :3
Some doodles of em
#welcome home#welcome home oc#OC welcome home#welcome home ocs#shipping an oc with a canon character? cringe#part two#Ekon akọmalu#welcome home arg#welcome home puppet show#welcome home Ekon#ekon welcome home#[ Jace Draws Sometimes ]#[ The Critter Bin ]
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Hi! ৻(•̀ ᗜ •́ ৻)⊹。 Welcome to my tumblr page! I’m Ryn I go by they/them! And I’m pansexual/demiromantic
fandoms I draw for:
•demon slayer
•jujutsu Kaisen
•spyxfamily
•sk8 infinity
•Tokyo revengers(haven’t finished the show yet)
•httyd
•the owl house
•mincraft
•the Magnus archives(haven’t finished the podcast yet)
•DND
•hazbin hotel
•sky: children of light
•Ramshackle
•bungo stray dogs
•Sanrio
•Luigi’s mansion
•Pokémon
•Kirby
•Arcane
•splatoon
•doctor who
•the apocathary diaries (haven’t finished the show yet)
•yaeklore
•castle
•house MD
•bones
•gravity falls
•the outsiders
[REQUESTS ARE OPEN, no ocs right now sorry]
☀️I TAKE ART REQUESTS☀️I can’t promise I’ll get to them but if you have any do send bc my ass always has art block- ill be doing two at a time at most
I will draw your ocs or any characters I’m okay with ships but i can say no if I’m uncomfortable with the ship that also goes for any other drawing I can refuse if I’m uncomfortable
Things I’m ok with:
oc x oc
oc x canon character (no minor x adults)
Canon character x canon character (DEPENDING ON THE SHIP)
Chibi characters
Regular animals: parrots, cats, dogs, lizards, snakes, fish, tigers, chickens, anything like that
food
mild gore or candy gore
any of the things on that list I will draw :]
Things I’M NOT OKAY with drawing! You will be blocked if you ask for some of these things! (Also this is a DNI list for some things):
proshipping(minor x adult) -immediate block don’t bother following me
racist or homophobic or transphobic don’t follow me istg
NSFW
heavy and graphic gore
Anthro/furries (i don’t have a issue with them i just don’t know how to draw them)
mechanical or mecha stuff (idk how to draw this)
any depiction of ‘Yandere’ or unhealthy toxic relationships that shits not welcome here
‼️this should also be clarified i will NOT draw ANY nsfw or suggestive material i may make jokes but don’t ask it of me i don’t mind blogs with mildly suggestive material follow me along as its not straight up nsfw. I’ve seen a few blogs like that follow me but general rule of thumb here DNI if you are a blog that has graphic nsfw art or material it’s just weird I’m a minor it’s not hard to understand you’ll be blocked :3 Ty for reading‼️
this is my oc ryn!
my moots/freinds :]
@bin-s0 (lovely artist and very sweet :] and my bf they are literally one of my favourite people 🩷🩷🩷)
@boo-simplified (also a banger artist and a very wonderful friend i know them irl and they are so goddamn nice✨)
@mercurymaceo ( EDIBLE ART. Need I say more! And a very close friend ⭐️✨)
@kimetsu-chan (LITERALLY SO SWEET OMG 💖💖very pretty art and a good writer)
@thesilliersakura (ART IS VERY SILLY AND ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS and very silly freind)
@swisscheeselovers-blog (he is another close irl friend of mine dose some silly doodles once and a while. SO FUNNY ONG very goofy and silly friend 🫶💖)
@shycroissanti (some more edible art has one of the silliest ocs ever and is so nice!)
@clownpalette (ART IS SO SILLY AND CUTE!!!)
@aceofstars0 (so sweet makes some SCRUMPTIOUS ART- I wanna eat it please follow them :] )
@rion-isnot-an-ai (yet another underrated artist who is also very nice! Makes lovely art!)
@silas-png (bro im bouta eat your art if you’re not careful THE RENDERING THEY DO IS JUST 😭💖✨🤌)
@pearlymoonn (OMG they are so nice iv spoke with them before and they’re lovely fncndhshchvu they make very cute art!)
@scrimblyscrorblo (very silly doodles iv spoken with them a couple of times and i absolutely adore they’re art its so goofy and cute and are also very nice 🫶)
@delirious-dan (THE ART <3 so good and they are very silly and cool)
ANYWAY VERY SILLY MOOTS GO FOLLOW EM :D
thanks for reading and welcome to my blog :]
divider creds to:
@cafekitsune
my art tag is #Ryn’s art 💜
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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Three things tag game ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
I was bored so I came up with some questions for you guys. I'm giving my taglist a break and I'm not tagging anyone, but if you're still reading this consider yourself tagged!
Rules: answer with your three current favourite...
—characters: furina genshin impact, my oc veera luna falgrove, astarion bg3
— shows: crash landing on you, love by chance 2, extraordinary you
— games: genshin impact, overwatch, last epoch
— artists: twice, dreamcatcher, le sserafim
— flowers: roses, bleeding hearts, bluebells
— ships: furina x neuvillette, mammon x me, zhongli x lumine
— scents: petrichor, freshly cut grass, something sweet and fruity
— genres: romance, scifi, adventure
— movies: i rarely watch any
— celebrities: plan rathavit, shin hye sun, park eun bin
— saved/past urls: bunnyxavier, clotikissed, cove-holdens
— colours: blue, pink, purple
— aesthetics: cute/pink, witchcore, uhh.. academia?
— hobbies: gaming, writing, drawing (good at, decent at, suck at)
— gemstones: rose quartz, alexandrite, sapphire
— places: budapest, helsinki, podaca
#tag game#tag games#about me#oh i meant to type mammon x mc#(no i didn't)#divider by me#i feel too embarrassed to keep tagging ppl because i've done so many of these and like two ppl actually did them i fear i'm just annoying#and nobody's brave enough to remove themselves from it djfsdhsfjklds
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I HAVE FINISHED MY SATSSSS!!!! YAYAYAAAA!!!!
I just wanted to note here real fast that school has officially started for.me, luckily though I graduate early! (In December, normally it would be in like may or april) My courses this year aren't that bad either meaning I'm gonna try and post more often so if you would still like to see me draw something whether that be your oc, a character from a fandom (preferably rainworld related..) or a ship then feel free to leave a ask in my asks bin!!
And also heres a few doodles I did in between testing, I may or may not digitalize a few of them on a later date ;)
Featuring my lovely creature @colfy-wolfy 's character fsp!!!
#rain world#rw#willowsdump#rain world oc#rain world iterator#rain world slugcat#sats#sats finished#floatytag#fsp needs to brush his wires/hair fr#get that man a comb and some leave in conditioner
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