#OC-Tober Rework

[a-child-turned-monstrosity]

Bad End

It wasn't the solitude that brought the child to this fate, nor was it the way his heart continued to break from the constant strings of betrayal from those whom he believed he could trust. No, what caused him to break and turn into the monster they painted him out to be... was the rejection of those he shared blood with.

It didn't happen randomly, he was guided there, a foolish being from another plane believing that he was aiding the child by pointing out where those he could call his blood lived an sending him in the right direction. All it would've taken was one of them, just one of them, to accept him... and this wouldn't have been his fate. A long voyage from Ionia to Demacia, the journey alone would've been worthy of praise and any with an ounce of humanity in them would've acknowledged the bravery and will it would've taken to have traveled as fair as he did, all by himself too. Yet... what he got was more of the same from his travels. Screaming. Fear. Threats of violence and to have him thrown away. You could hear his heart shatter.

Even despite those on his mother's side choosing to treat him as a monster, he still held onto hope. 'Momma's momma and papa might be bad... but... b-but not Papa's right?' He'd murmur to himself as he traveled to Noxus. Even as he discovered the horrible truth, that the Noxians were the ones who took everything from him... he still believed in the hope that his grandparents from there would be different... they'd be like his father... right?

Maybe if he just waited a day so his aunt would visit and he'd have someone to look out for him. Maybe if someone treated him like a child and looked past his appearance and powers. Maybe if he only had someone to love him... what happened next wouldn't have set him down this path.

Lief would enter his grandparent's home, a soft and small 'Grandpa... Grandma...' Coming from his mouth. At first, the two old Noxian warriors were startled from the sudden noise at their door, however, they didn't seem upset by it. 'Grandpa? Last time I checked, I didn't have any grandkids. Who are you child?' The old man responded. This was better than with his Demacian side of the tree, though the child had become more guarded since and decided to approach in a different manner than when he'd met his mother's relatives. "U-Um... P-Papa... papa used a halberd an-" That's when the old man shot up. 'I'll be damned! Garkas managed to do something right! C'mere 'cmere! Oi! Fornas! Garkas had a brat and the boy has actually decided to visit!' //Bit of a content warning here. I do keep things vague-ish, but just to be safe. Keep reading past this point to see how Lief's Bad End turns out and what happens, for those who can't handle reading the rest, here's a TLDR; Lief is rejected by his grandparents, becomes a true 'monster' and goes looking for his blood-relative cousin Jack. He finds Jack at the lab, frees him, and the two wander around Runeterra. Also, Bonus Bad End Jack

//His hair has been cut, his clothes changed to be more assassin/soldier styled, and his eyes have been modified, plus he's been given proper weapons rather than his training ones.

Perhaps he was just in shock from being invited in the caused his guard to drop and his hope to rise. Had he paid more attention to the tone and the words his grandfather used, he'd be able to tell what was going to happen next. From another room, shuffling could be heard as Fornas, the old man's wife, rushed into the room to see what her husband was talking about. That's when Lief walked in. At first, his grandparents were smiling, staring at the door, and then they saw their grandchild. The way he looked didn't bother them, they were still smiling and that's what brought about the end.

The relief from the smiles on their faces, the joy that he'd found a home, the feeling of all that weight off his shoulders, it caused him to tear up while smiling. That's when it happened. Their expressions changed from joy to disgust, the old man rolling his eyes and the old woman shaking her head. 'That's what you called me in for? Another weakling who sheds tears over nothing?' 'Tsk, I thought the brat had some more spine than his good-for-nothing father or his old man's miserable brat of a brother. Both of them disappoints so I shouldn't have expected anything.'

His heart broke as the tears streamed down faster and the color almost faded from his eyes. "G... Grampa?" His speech barely able to utter before he was barked at 'I ain't your 'Grampa'!' He mocked before spitting at the ground near Lief. 'I didn't accept weaklings of my own damn seed, I sure ain't gonna grow soft and accept the seed of those even weaker than me! Get out!' The child began shaking as he reached out, barely able to see through his tears. "G-Gramma," He'd try to call out as the old woman shook her head made a shooing gesture at him.

Had the one who told him where to go seen this, he might've been able to... 'persuade them' against mistreat of Lief, or if he'd told them to witness the boy's strength, things could've been different. Instead, the child collapsed to the ground and sobbed. His wails were loud, neighbors were growing confused and beginning to peek at what was happening. Despite the sad scene, the old man and old woman had hearts of pure stone. 'Great, now I gotta clean up ANOTHER mess. Go on and get before I chase you out you loud brat!' The child couldn't hear them, his crying too loud to make out their voice. He wasn't even attempting to wipe his tears, his sorrow was just too much to bare.

That's when their last mistake took place. The old man meant what he said, rising from his chair to make the noise stop, reaching for his weapon and marching over to Lief. Perhaps if he'd noticed the magic bubbling beneath the child, or felt the ominous aura of the boy's guardians, he'd have though differently. At this point, onlookers were beginning to either gather or try to block out the commotion, those who choose the latter were the smart ones...

Just before the old man reached Lief, something fell behind him as he raised his arm into the air to try and strike the boy. His wife screamed in horror as he didn't seem to notice the fact that what had just fallen... was his arm. In front of the man was now a skeletal figure wearing Ionian garb, but unlike every time before, this creature was now much more sinister looking, and just as the old man noticed what happened, the skeleton screamed, mirroring the child's distress, though there was a rage behind it. Draw it's weapon, the skeleton slashed and tore apart the old man. 'Garnansol! No! You bastard of a bastard!' The woman reached for her own weapon, a battle axe that was slightly taller than herself. 'I'll-!' She was cut off as a large skeletal beast began to appear before her, a low growl coming from it before releasing a ear-piercing scream, similar to both the child and the other skeleton. She barely had the chance to retort before she was mauled by the beast, being torn to pieces while the child continued his weeping.

Despite his own flesh and blood being slaughtered before him, he didn't react. Anyone who could've gotten close enough would've seen that his eyes were entirely clouded with dark magic, he couldn't see right now, he didn't know what was going on, all he knew was that he was so terribly sad, and he couldn't stop crying. His constructs, mirroring his emotions, would then turn their attention towards their master and shriek out with him as they huddled around him. It was then the first onlooker peeked in, only to be met with the third guardian, a massive floating skull that reached down and bit the person in half. It would then emit a similar noise to the other two constructs which caused everyone in the area to begin to panic. A civilian was slain, a monster was on the loose.

The child was taken away by his summons, the creatures understanding the importance of not allowing him to be taken away by those in charge of Noxus. In a forest, who knows how far away from Noxus, the boy continued his weeping. The guardian who killed his father's father was holding him, the beast who killed his father's mother was curling around the two of them as best it could, and the skull hovered over to protect the three. It would be a few hours of uncontrolled sobbing before Lief, emotionally fatigued, finally collapsed and passed out.

When he awoke, he sat up, stared at the ground, his eyes lacking any emotion behind them. "<< They call me a monster... so I become a monster... 'He' said I have a cousin in Zaun... I find cousin... I find family...>>" He'd say to himself before taking the blade from his skeleton summon to help 'make him a true monster'.

Ever since that day, people who ventured near that forest would report sights at night, of a creature wandering around. It's mouth was jagged and wide, it's eyes black with hints of red, large clawed hands hovering near it as skulls could be seen flying close to it. In a slow and sorrowfilled tone... if you listened, you could hear the creature say 'Find... Family' over and over.

It would take five years before the boy was found by the man who tried to guide him. Horrified from his mistake, he vowed to help the boy find his cousin. With a little bit of scouting, he managed to uncover the lab where the boy was kept. The experiments on his mind and the machines in his body were a success, he was the perfect soldier. However, nothing could've prepared the scientists for when Lief attacked. To call what happened a massacre would be putting it too lightly. In the time between being cast out of his blood family's home and wandering, he's grown much more cruel and cold. At least... that's what was believed.

When Lief saw his cousin, now named Jack, he was overcome with emotions, as was the genetically altered soldier. Though he didn't know the blood relation, he knew the person before him saved him, and after speaking with the 'Guide', he discovered that he did actually have family left. However, the shocks would continue to come. The once feared myth of the forest returned back to a small child as he wept before his cousin and begged for forgiveness for killing their grandparents.

Despite the 'tests' done on Jack, the young Noxian still had his emotions and would embrace his little cousin. "It's okay... It's okay Lief... They weren't our family... they just had our blood. We will be a family... I'm your big brother now... and I'll make sure to protect you, so you never have to be alone again." It might've been the years spent wandering and repeating his sole goal, but with so much of the weight being lifted from his shoulders, he collapsed. Tears would stream from his eyes while he remained unconscious in his new sibling's arms.

Despite the rampage, no one seemed to know what happened in that lab... just that the scientists within were killed, the project they were working on had escaped, and the chem barons were now paying for any information on what happened there. The only 'good intell' that was obtained was after the slaughter that took place in the lab, two young boys could be seen wandering the streets of Zaun. Yet, one day, those two just disappeared and haven't been seen since. Rumor has it that, somewhere out there, two monsters are roaming Runeterra, wearing the guise of children to lure in victims. For anyone who dares to approach, it's also been rumored that they give you a chance. 'Treat us as you want us to treat you.' It sounds like a riddle or a trick, but there was a tale from a drunk traveler, who swears that it's literal, as the man had treated the two as children, and he was not only left alone, but given trinkets from their travels. Normally no one would pay mind to the ramblings of a drunk, but after seeing that one of these 'trinkets' was actually the weapon of one of the ones who had answered 'wrong', there might be some truth to the rumor...

[the-nyan-cat-x3]

First day of @stormyth-art ‘s OC-Tober list! (I won’t ping them every time but just this first one yk)

First OC was the prompt. Oh boy. Kiaishi is so violently edgy and I NEED to redesign her for my own sanity LMAO I’m not gonna go into detail but she was,, ugh. Just such a Mary Sue, no shade to Mary Sue creators I think they’re cool and healthy even, BUT SHE’S JUST SO UNCOOL IN MY BRAIN NOW LMAOOOO might post the redesign when I inevitably do it.

[lemonbrows]

OC-tober Day 3: Old Finn! he's come so far from the 600 pages of melodrama i wrote about in middle school to now being a sopping wet single father in surveillance hell

[appsartstash]

OC-tober Day 26: Fear

Beasts like the one here are created when a soul is over-exposed to the energy of the void between worlds while also not being tied to the rules of a specific world. The soul is still aware, but the void energy latches onto whatever it can to manipulate them into lashing out and spreading the corruption.

(Souls that have experienced a traumatic death are especially prone to this, so while Mira there is not having a good time, the Fool is doing worse.)

[devilmeows]

day 7: first meeting - ryden and ana

[prompt list]

It was strangely cold for the middle of June. The sky was bright blue without a single cloud to be seen, but the wind gave him goosebumps. Granted, the reason he was cold may have been because he was in a tunnel. The slightly humid stone walls surrounding him did not make the air any warmer. Maybe it was also because he’d forgotten to take his trusty coat with him and was wearing clothes that hardly kept him warm, even though he’d known he’d be sitting here for a while. Sometimes, he made stupid decisions.

But those weren’t the reasons why it was cold. Because for everyone else, it was a perfectly season-appropriate temperature. He was the only one who was cold. And he was cold because someone was coming.

I really should tweak that part of the spellwork, Ryden mused as he tapped the tip of his tail against the wall, the clicking echoing in the tunnel. Like, make me feel cold or hot but only when the person’s five minutes away from here. Hm. No, not five minutes, but like, an hour. An hour sounds good. It’s better than sitting here all day. He probably looked cool and all, sitting on this stone block in a dark tunnel, just far enough from the exit that he was cloaked in semi-darkness, but it got boring after a while. And he was still cold. He really should’ve taken his coat instead of rushing out of his room like an impatient idiot. 

His ears twitched. He picked up the very familiar sound of footsteps on the train tracks that led inside the tunnel, the same tracks that were only visible to a handful of people. Maybe he wouldn’t have to wait for much longer. Amazing, he thought, stretching himself then hopping off the block and unfolding his wings for bonus cool points. Sometimes, if you want something to happen, all you have to do is complain about it! 

Except his relief didn’t last for long, because he recognised the silhouette headed towards him. He hardly managed to stop himself from groaning.

“Nice to see you too, Ryden,” the man snorted. As he stepped into the shadows, Ryden noticed he’d already taken off his contacts: his eyes gleamed yellow and red in the shade of the tunnel. He eyed the demon as he took a small golden watch out of his pocket. “Someone coming?”

“Yep,” Ryden replied, letting himself dramatically fall back on the stone block, spreading his wings and bringing a hand to his forehead. “I am freezing, I am slightly hungry and most important of all, I was kicking Jade’s ass at Mario Kart before duty called. Truly, the universe hates me. Please tell me you saw someone walking around looking lost on your way here.” 

The man snorted. “I did not.” He unhooked a plastic bag from his shoulder with one hand, then extracted a packet of biscuits from it and tossed it at Ryden. “Here, that should solve at least one of your problems.”

“Oh, Dad, you are my saviour,” the demon said, enthusiastically tearing the packet open and flicking the strips of cardboard away. His father grunted, eyeing the trash pointedly. In response, Ryden simply shrugged and snapped his fingers, making it disappear in a puff of smoke. “So, how was work, Louvain Forna the completely normal human?”

Louvain set down his bag then leaned against the wall opposite of his child. “Uneventful, as per usual.” The werewolf worked a boring office job that Ryden knew little about. Partly because Louvain didn’t talk about it that much, partly because Ryden didn’t want to know about it. 

“Allow me to reiterate that I can just make the things we need appear,” he said, taking out the plastic container and tearing it with a newly-formed claw. “You don’t need to go out there and subject yourself to pointless human stuff when you could just…not.”

“It’s not as boring as I make it sound,” the werewolf replied. His tone was somewhat flat, in a way that had now become familiar, after having the same conversation so many times. “Watching humans bicker is actually quite entertaining.”

Ryden hummed noncommittally. He fished a biscuit out of the packet and took a bite out of it as he looked away. I’m worried about your safety, idiot. Louvain knew this. Ryden had told him exactly that when his father had told him he’d gotten a job in the city. He hadn’t believed it at first. It had been soon, far too soon after he had died. Louvain, of all people, should’ve been the one to want to stay away from the outside world after that. He knew how dangerous it was for people like them: after all, the Haven had been created for that exact reason. Having a werewolf running around, exposing himself to human as well as non-human threats was far from safe. 

Don’t worry about me, Ryden, Louvain had said. I can handle myself. I’ve survived worse than an office full of petty humans.

But I can’t lose you.

Ryden shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts before his brain went places he didn’t want to explore. Dad’s a big boy. He’ll be fine. The next sentence in his train of thought had a voice that was slightly different from his own. He shut it out.

“I bought some new fairy lights,” the werewolf said; changing the subject and taking out a mess of strings from his plastic bag. “Arwin said a few people wanted some.”

“Oh yeah, he did mention that. Ironically, I think it was one of the fairies who asked for them.”

Louvain snorted. “Of course. Well, I hope they-”

He cut himself off, frowning, and sniffed the air right as a violent shiver shook Ryden’s body. Oop, there we go, he thought, making the biscuits in his hand vanish. He pushed himself away from the wall, stretched his wings and straightened up. Didn’t even take that long, in the end. He didn’t even need to shift his ears to pick up the sounds of footsteps. This time, unlike Louvain’s, they were slightly hesitant and uncertain, despite how steady their thumping sounded. This person knew where they were going, but they weren’t entirely sure it was truly happening. Louvain and Ryden shared a look, and the demon nodded. Their gazes then turned to the train tracks, where an unfamiliar silhouette finally appeared. They looked tall and strong, certainly rivalling Louvain in terms of size. They had fiery red hair, and he couldn’t tell for sure from this distance, but their clothes looked worn and torn. 

And then he saw the wings.

Ryden instinctively took a step back, holding back a hiss. 

What the hell was an angel doing here?

His gaze darted to Louvain, who clearly didn’t look as alarmed as Ryden was feeling. He hadn’t even started to shift as he usually did when a threat appeared: instead, he simply stared at the angel with wide, surprised eyes. Neither of them moved as the newcomer stopped a few metres away from them, at the entrance of the tunnel, where the sunlight still touched them.

“Greetings,” their voice was husky, as if they hadn’t spoken in a long time. “My name is Anathema. I come seeking shelter.” 

The angel’s face was a perfect mask of neutrality. Their lilac eyes betrayed no emotion, and their wings only shivered with the breeze. They simply stood there, neither menacing nor scared. Ryden squinted. Under his breath, he muttered the same spell he always used to probe the intentions of anyone suspicious. Louvain’s ear twitched almost imperceptibly as he did so. He waited, waited for the sour taste in his mouth that would indicate ill intent, but nothing came. Instead, he only scented a spring breeze and felt as if he were wrapped in the warmth of thick blankets: a silent plea for help and comfort. Ryden didn't move. For a moment, he thought he'd cast the spell wrong, so he did it again. And he got the same results, except stronger. How could this angel look so unbothered, so bored and yet be in such need of their help?

But magic never lied. Magic had no sense of morality: it simply obeyed its wielder and brought them what it found, regardless of whether they'd like it or not. Even if one begged magic to not give them a certain answer, it would not be swayed. One could not corrupt magic, or make it take a side, no matter how much people could try to do that. Magic had no mind of its own, it simply existed when it was needed. Ryden knew that: his magic had been a part of him his entire life, and he'd worked harder than anyone to understand it in its entirety, and that lesson was the most important one he'd ever learnt. Magic could not lie.

Besides, for this angel to have found them, they would've had to meet the requirements of the Haven's protective spells: the need for shelter, for protection from a world that wanted you dead, with no will to harm those who also needed protection. If they hadn't fit that bill, they would not have felt the existence of this place, would not have seen the train tracks leading to where he'd been waiting, would not have been standing there in front of them right now.

Admittedly, that meant the spells Ryden had just cast had been unnecessary.

His magic had spoken, so Ryden had to yield. This angel needed the Haven.

"Well, hi there, Anathema," the demon said, breaking out one of his charming smiles to try and dissipate the tension. "Mind if I call you Ana?"

The angel blinked. "I suppose not."

"Great! Well, Ana, I'm happy to announce that you've come to the right place!" He twirled, spread his wings and dramatically gestured towards the shadows of the tunnel. "Welcome to the Haven, where every monster on this planet can live without fear."

Ana still didn't react. Ryden was used to seeing people slump in relief, or seeing their knees buckle, or even crying at the news that they'd finally made it here, but a complete lack of reaction was new to him. Strange. 

But what was even stranger was that he was intrigued by it. Drawn to it. He wasn't frustrated or bothered. He wanted to know more, to scratch the surface of that person who wasn't even supposed to be here due to the very nature of who they were. 

Incredible that in only a few minutes, he'd gone from feeling hostile to curious towards this angel. 

"Well, we're not going to stand here all day, are we?" Ryden said, clapping his hands and turning on his heel. "Follow me!" 

He started walking towards the shadows, his ears twitching when he heard two sets of footsteps follow him. He lifted one hand, the air humming with magic in its wake, and as he traced an oval shape in the space in front of him, a purple light flashed. The shadows distorted, then split into a portal. He turned to look at Ana, smiling, but there was still no change to their expression.

"After you."

They blinked at him, then looked at the portal. They stood there in silence for a moment, staring at it, before deciding to step through it. Ryden watched them disappear, but before he followed them, he turned to Louvain.

"They're a banished angel," the werewolf answered his question before he could even ask it. 

[crispy6usiness]

OC-TOBER DAY 2: new oc 🏰

💖💖💖💖WISARD💖💖💖💖 Minerva and Hazel were a duo for a long time and then Wis emerged when I decided to rework the whole story (~dec 2022). And he was truly the missing piece of their dynamic he's a silly little fairy guy. he's a death penalty advocate. he haunts the narrative. he's simply my multifaceted little man 💖

[banana-pancake5]

Oc-Tober Day 7: Oc and their Fav thing

Trauma’s TMNTober day 8: Sunset

Vita has a lot of favorite things so I just drew a few of them! She adores sunsets/sunrises (her first time ever seeing one was after she escaped the Prison Dimension), her favorite thing she owns is the giant purple dragon Frida crocheted for her, and, of course, her two favorite siblings are Frida and Leo!!

Also I reworked Frida’s design, color palette, and uh… like most of her character

Prompts under the cut!

Oc-Tober prompts:

@traumas-tmntober-2024’s prompts:

[jadetheblueartist]

OC-Tober Day Three: Song

Soooo like yeah this is based on The Well by The Crane Wives, mainly just in color palette and like the lyrics suit him. I was supposed to create a character and I kinda did in a way… his character design was in a random sketchbook and I liked it but it needed more so I reworked him for this. His name is Reuben and he sort of has the habit of hurting the people around him, one of them being his brother who ended up dying. Right now, his brother is a ghost who’s haunting him and just hanging out to try to help him figure his stuff out and get over his guilt. That’s all I really know about him right now and like, if you have an idea that you think would be cool, please share bc they need something and you guys have such good ideas you’re so cool

Here’s the prompt list I used

[madlificent]

OC-tober Day 9: Relationships Well, I've missed a few of these, but I was not going to miss this one. Recently my partner and I have reworked the relationship of Sorochi and Aurora. Their previous iteration, where they were a happily married couple working on settling down, just wasn't working well with the themes and overall story beats of Crystal Heart as a whole. So, we reworked what that relationship looks like. The end result? Sorochi and Aurora attempt to have a romantic relationship, but it is unfulfilling for Sorochi and she and Aurora agree to be platonic life partners because their idiosyncrasies compliment and support their neurodivergencies. Sorochi ends up dating Evelyn, a decision Aurora fully supports. This concept is, effectively, what my partner and I want our relationship to look like should we ever split. Currently we are happy with our status as a married couple, but should that ever change, both of us have expressed our desire to continue to be a safe support system for the other and care for each other however we can. I initially intended for this to also celebrate International Lesbian Day, but alas this prompt was the following day.

[adrienwick]

bweird's OC-tober Days 4 and 5: Under appreciated OC and Redesign OC (I actually didn't mean to combine prompts again but here we are asdgfhdf)

As I was thinking on which of my OCs was kind of underappreciated, I realized I hadn't used my OC Avis in years, which kinda sucked bc she had been one of my favorites for the longest time, but her story was one that just didn't work for me anymore so I decided I would rework her a little and that's how we ended up with a full re-design for day 5 !!

So, introducing Avis Luna

Avis is a mostly normal woman just doing her best all while she lives with a sentient tattoo that she has a symbiotic relationship with. It's capable of shifting off of her body in order to take physical form, but most often lays dormant and will twists and change shape on her body.

Design notes and how I got here below

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I don't have the original drawings I did of her but she started as a very simply designed character (blue t-shirt with a moon design, jeans and sneakers) with a very rough and abrasive personality, but after years of writing her I revamped her design (the design you can see in the concept page) and gave her a more reserved vibe. Very tired and snarky librarian with an attempt to lean into an owl vibe. I'm not sure how successful I was with that, so this time around I wanted to be more deliberate with her silhouette and shape language

Her features are more rounded, from her face shape to the glasses, and the simplified hair flips that are meant to resemble stylized wings

Her clothes are meant to look more casual and fall of off her frame, in her original iteration I imagined her being much more grunge so I looked to that for inspiration regarding her outfit

I wanted to keep the moon motif as well as the necklaces so I turned the shape into a pendant to keep the chest area from being too cluttered

Her colors shifted a bit, when I started coming up with new lore I wanted her to have a more mystical quality so the blue shifted a little closer to purple and her hair tinted to a warmer color to match

As for her wings and the tattoo uhhh

In both stories she was placed in, hybrid traits/features were something that were common or fit with the world building, but since those have been scrapped I was very hesitant to keep her wings until I got to my last concept sketch with the black wings and suddenly the solution worked itself out. "What if she still had wings, but they aren't always there?" And since I had sketched them in in black it reminded me of ink so the next thought was "Well what if they were ink?" And that's how we got here

[buttery21]

OC-tober day 3 - Old OC

You can see my grey marker was dying as i tried to shade this😅

Amyways, this is Nova. I first created her almost a decade ago when i was still at school, she was supposed to be a fallout oc but years later i reworked her and changed both her design and lore to fit into an original story. Instead of a tough wastelander she's now a infiltrated lovecraftian shapeshifter alien who acts like your average mpdg.

Harbinger of doom :3

[a-child-turned-monstrosity]

OC-Tober Reworks!

//One more as a lil side-bit, a path that wasn't chosen, but could've been his future. Had the dice been thrown a different way or fate's coin landed elsewhere, this could've been Lief.

Not much has changed from the verse this is in (Kolkai/Gisha) but this is Lief had he been unable to summon up the courage to ask Kolkai to perform the ritual with him. If he choose his Aunt to restore him to life, this would've been the outcome. He'd also lean heavier into his magic rather than the slight balance he has between using some physical and magical when it comes to sparring.

[fluffyhellspawn]

OC-tober Day 5: In the Future

So i actually went a cooommpleetely different route than what i assume the prompt originally meant. Instead of drawing a "before and now" sort of thing (which i think is age orientated), i decided to do a redraw! Augh....the original 2021 one is. something thats for sure LMAOOO.

Anyways; this is Heaven Nebula (amazingly creative name). She was a super old Outertale OC for when I was in the undertale fandom years n years ago. Her whole story was a little confusing but It's being reworked heavily! (hahsa. heavenly. that was unfunny ill stop)

This is the original image. The angle was uhhhhh.............simething. LMAO. also massive jumpscare from where i went by NCX....

[appsartstash]

OC-tober Day 28: Trick

Went the meme route today, since it seemed like the easiest way to show just how chaotic Julian is around their brother. They're very much the type to act aloof around most people and then seem like a completely different person around anyone they're actually comfortable around. Plus, Julian would absolutely love Halloween.

[saikkuart]

I'm slowly continuing my OC-tober challenge that went unfinished last year.

OC-tober 24: Remia

So here's Remia! She's being reworked so I don't have much to say about her for now, except that she's cool and has Big Wolf Friends 😌

[rubynymphyy]

OC-Tober Day 18: Fav OC ship [for pokemon gijinkas]

Bergamot/Clove... double Zoroark. I loved Bergamot on sight so I am biased towards it out of all Clove's admirers... Clove can be extra attracted to him.

almost every interaction they have is inside Bergamot's office in the Reservoir Archives so... inappropriate workplace conduct.... definitely................ possible

accidentally merged the 'line' and 'sketch' so this is definitely going to be... reworked.... later.

Bergamot on Toyhou.se - Clove on Toyhou.se - StormythOC-Tober