#agender oc

[alienclownguts]

POST MORE ART PLS

Ok! 😋 Here’s the deuteragonist of my story!

This is Kiss the clown! *goofy honk sound effect*

See!! I wasn’t lying some of my characters actually are clowns!!! I’m still clowncore!! More about them under the cut :o)

Kiss is the shortest of my characters, only an around 3 feet tall! (Small but knowing. I won’t yet elaborate.) He’s also the quietest, he rarely speaks and would rather watch. (She unintentionally comes off as a bit eerie, but she owns it!!) When they do speak, they like to whisper to whoever’s next to them. Usually Ronnie! Who he is very close with!

Here’s a low effort doodle! Just for you! 🫵How lucky you are! ♥️ (Oh also Kiss is agender and uses any pronouns! Just take your pick they don’t care!)

[mihimelolz]

🌊🦈NEW HAWAII PART II OC🦑🪸

🌊 • dream apollo the lemon shark and sweet apollo the vampire squid is based off of dream sweet in sea major, they’re living in sea and they have helped Simon when they found he’s drowning in stranded lullaby, (their lore is vip)

🪸 • dream apollo is agender lesbian and their pronouns is any pronouns/it/its, autistic & adhd sweet apollo is transgender woman lesbians and her pronouns is she/her/it, autistic

(They are canonically dating)

🌴 • Fun fact:

Sweet is actually taller than dream.

[lumens8ite]

For the first time, you start to feel alive.

[batter-sempai]

I drew Aeron from @catskets's visual novel Art Without Blood. Because the demon of delusion deserves love too. ^^

I'm so happy with how this turned out. ;w;

@artwithoutblood

((I do art comms! Please check out my pinned post for more info, thank you!))

[theunluckyvandalist]

i love t4t ppl

tammy[cat] is agender and just generally likes *any* ''opposite'' gender [in their case, anyone who considers themself having a gender]

while penny is kind of a mess and just ended up liking xem in particular

so i guess theyre straight /silly

[Top doodle note]

Penny got her people skills from TV shows, so she just assumed that's actually how you repay people for stuff they did, the duo went to get coffee after the awkward situation was dealt with.

[pls reblog if you like]

[angellongtail]

OC pronouns/gender identities

Jay FireSkull: They/He Demiboy

Tanzanite/Zanie: She/They/Love GenderQueer

Celeste: She/They/Star Agender

Fizz: He/They/Fae GenderFluid

[freakyferalcat]

little drawing of my oc!!

her name is Toshiko Hinode (She/it) !!

Her ultimate talent is SHSL toxicologist 🧪

[freneticsir]

if you’ve been thinking that I’m done with the Sexy Alien Queen supplies - you’re wrong 👁👄👁

just a couple more thirsty doodle pages of Isay

[2021] >> [2021] >> [2020]

while I’m struggling with finishing the promised post 😔🫶❤️❤️❤️

[magpie-masterpieces]

I’d imagine we’re all a bit exhausted from the chaos of the holidays. So what better way to wind down than with a redesign of Acedia, the Sin of Sloth! 💤

[imperator-titus]

Whoops I slipped and kept writing!

Following are some general tags/warnings so you can better judge if you want to read my stuff.

Tags: Astarion x Tav (Rowan, not reader, human, agender AFAB but lets the team refer to them as female), Canon x OC, Isekai, Angst, All the Vampirism Warnings (Blood, Biting, etc.), Sexually suggestive situations, Allusion to/Mention of Suicide, Memory loss, Gender Dysphoria

Astarion came back from his hunt early enough that everyone was either still sleeping or just getting ready, but late enough that Rowan was already halfway through making breakfast for the normal people in camp.

He thought about sneaking into his tent before she noticed him or pretending that there was nothing to talk about. She turned, briefly looked him in the eye, and went on with what she was doing. Her eyes were dark and dull, her movements conservative. No one was confronting him with torches and pitchforks, so it was unlikely she'd told anyone yet, but how long would that last? Astarion decided to join her at the little table she’d made into her kitchen.

“I suppose that we should talk about last night,” he said quietly, with a practiced glaze of charm to his words.

“I’d rather we didn't, if it's all the same to you,” Rowan answered leadenly. She kept her eyes on her work.

“Well, there are some practical issues that we should discuss.”

“I won’t tell anyone-” she started.

“That’s good to hear,” Astarion interrupted, relief sloping his shoulders.

“-and you’ll have to wait a few days before you do it again, so I don’t pass out with this knife in my hand,” she finished, carefully cutting a potato into precise cubes. Astarion stared in disbelief.

“I’m sorry, I thought I heard you say” he leaned in closely so that only she could hear him “that you want to do that again?”

“My job is feeding you people. I can't exactly make you a salad.”

“And you’re okay with that? Being food?” He asked incredulously.

“Makes the most sense,” Rowan answered flippantly.

“So we’re not going to discuss the whole ‘you asking me to kill you’ of it all?” Astarion asked, rotating his hand through the air to follow his tone.

“I’d rather we didn't.”

Astarion threw his hands into the air at about shoulder height with a disarming smile on his face. “Well, I guess that about covers it.”

Astarion liked to pretend that things didn't bother him. He got a meal, she got protection. It was a rather simple exchange. Rowan couldn't squash him like the others. He could make her completely dependent on him, like his own little spawn. Spawn. He liked teasing her with that word. Eventually she stopped scolding him, it was still fun to watch her squirm, but it made him a little sad when she didn't react at all.

He got jealous when she got along with the others. Karlach took a shine to her, an almost big-sister type of protectiveness. They would sometimes do a little dance together, the only source of genuine happiness that Rowan seemed to have. She listened to Wyll’s stories with sincere interest and soaked up Gale’s knowledge like a flower standing out in the sun. Astarion couldn't understand how she could bear it. Probably something to do with her soft and compliant nature. Perhaps, in addition to the meals, mending, and washing, it was her own way of securing protection from them.

Lae’zel did not take kindly to Rowan, and made her opinions known on several occasions.

“T’chk! Someone like her should have been crushed in the egg,” the gith had remarked in annoyance after Shadowheart voiced concern that Rowan still seemed tired and out-of-sorts after several rounds of minor healing.

At first, Astarion thought it was his own special meals that Rowan was providing every couple of days, but that didn't seem to be the case. The woman functioned perfectly fine, but the life appeared to slowly drain out of her. She even stopped reacting to Lae’zel’s threats to put a sword through her heart, either because of her uselessness or illithid potential.

Astarion didn't know why he got a little jealous of the others, or why he felt a surge of protectiveness when Lae’zel decided to revisit her distaste for the human. She wasn't particularly pretty, he wouldn't have noticed her, and while she didn't strike him as dull, she didn't exactly provide deep conversation. As much as the others annoyed him from time-to-time, they were very interesting and had their own unique looks and quirks. Rowan was more like an automaton than a person these days.

But even still, he gravitated toward her sometimes. Rowan’s blood in his veins made her stand out. He could've easily found her in a mass of unwashed peasants. When they sat around the campfire, her heartbeat rang above the rest. At night, with his fangs in her soft neck, it filled his head. It was always so fast, her breath shallow and strained like frightened prey. With his body above hers, it slowed. It slowed when Gale would go on some long tangent about magic or ancient cultures. It slowed when Karlach got excited about something or Shadowheart would touch her arm in concern. It actually slowed when Lae'zel would talk about her imminent death.

Astarion could hear it now, thrumming along, as she washed Gale’s leisure clothes. Rowan was singing to herself under her breath, something he didn’t recognize. They all wondered where she was from; she asked questions with obvious answers and treated everything like she’d just seen it for the first time. Maybe the tadpole was scrambling her brains the worst.

Did that mean it was cruel to tease her? Most likely. But it was fun. The harder it became to get a rise out of her, the more fun he had.

So when Astarion saw her there, gently working the dirt and sweat out of that purple monstrosity Gale insisted on wearing, he simply had no choice but to be annoying.

“I could think of a few activities more exciting than that, darling.” It used to be that Rowan would roll her eyes at the word ‘darling,’ but it now rolled off her without acknowledgement. He pressed his fingertips to his chest and leaned in as he continued. “Shadowheart says you’re too stressed. I have the perfect remedy. You’ll forget the past few weeks have even happened!”

Rowan got to her feet, and he almost expected her to respond, but she simply went to hang Gale’s shirt to dry. Astarion laughed playfully as he prepared the latest addition to his arsenal of teases.

“You know, whoever owns the left side of your neck has probably moved on already. They do that, you know. Great loves? They find a way to disappoint.” Rowan ignored him, focusing her attention on the seams and embroidery of the shirt, looking for anything that needed to be fixed. He sidled up behind her, practically pressing himself against her back. His mouth hovered inches above the left side of her neck, and his hand ghosted over her waist, not out of hesitation, but as just another layer of tease.

“Besides, no one could compare to me,” he said low and sultry in her ear, his cold breath ruffling the wisps of hair at the base of her neck. “Everything I have to offer could be yours, if only you’d forget about him.”

The time between his last word and Astarion finding himself in the dirt on his ass flashed faster than he thought possible. Stunned, he was for once speechless. Rowan glared down at him, her blue eyes impossibly icy and hard. Dangerously calm and commanding, she simply said, “Stop.”

Astarion gaped, trying to formulate a response, but this exact scenario hadn’t exactly occurred to him when rehearsing it. He could hear the strain in her body, like a bowstring about to snap.

Rowan didn’t argue further. She closed her eyes and took in a shaking breath that she held. When she let it out, her body relaxed but the strain remained in her chest. Without opening her eyes, she turned to the clothes on her drying line. Astarion took this opportunity to flee.

[magpie-murder]

old oc art dump. she's my husband

[onefriendeveryday]

Soop - 2/11/2023

The two hundred and seventy second friend. A goop creature. He is a creature made of a thick slime. His form isn't constant. It changes as the liquid he is made of flows. The slime is thick though so he can remain somewhat stable. If he concentrates, he can form simple shapes. If he stops, he'll slowly shift into a singular clump. He cannot split himself. When part of the goop is separated from the main part of himself, he no longer has control of it. It is no longer a living creature. Gender means little to him. He has none, as far as he can understand. All he knows is who he is and how he works. He is always curious about how others work. He wants to understand them and their rules they way he understands himself.

[hydri-ibn]

More OC concept drawings. Unsure yet how to finalize their designs so I will just keep playing around. Most of my demon/monster OCs are sexless

[tobytheeggo]

By the way!

Orin is Agender, but they don’t mind masculine terms :3

Such as: Nephew, son, boyfriend, brother, etc.

But of course you can still use gender neutral terms with them!

[eternalshiningstar]

Redid my Glitchy Red reference sheet!

I wanted to improve their design, draw it in my more improved art style, and make them more original from other Glitchy interpretations out there. Also wanted to emphasize that my Glitchy is kind of a goober tbh.

[theunluckyvandalist]

More ocs for encrypted

Behold tammy

Soft fluffy creature, rarely wears pants because they're uncomfortable and pants suck.

They like collecting rocks, shells, random shinies xey find outside and more.

[Pls reblog if you like]