#big oc question

[bloo-the-dragon]

It wasn't by choice ;)

[chalkscrub]

they drawing

[vellichorom]

HERE’S TO 15 YEARS ~ !!! 🎉 #15YEARSOFWG

FINALLY after many months of hard work between the artists & zine team, I am able to show you MY piece for the official ( unofficial ) WORDGIRL ZINE, commemorating it’s 15th anniversary! 

this show has carried me the past couple years & is WELL worth the watch for anyone curious, & with it comes a BOUNTIFUL, extremely WELCOMING fanbase that MIRACULOUSLY flourishes even 15 years after it’s original debut ( goes to show you how good it is, you know! ), & thus, today we celebrate!

@wordgirlzine WE OWE IT ALL TO YOU TEAM! THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING! & to my fellow artists & contributors, I for one am SOSOSO PROUD OF ALL OF US! we MADE it! REJOICE !!! 

& HAPPY BIRTHDAY WORDGIRL!

[mintmoth]

I got off my ass and made quick refs for all my twst ocs lmao I'll be back to drawing comics again soon but this was a fun challenge

[betweenblackberrybranches]

Hi i love my oc

I think im actually going to color this one

[wolvesbaned]

one of these is a sona another is a pfp and another one of them is a fucked up people eating alien <3 and all three are going to be in a band bc i say so !!

[maybeitsalivescribbles]

TTD - And then They Were Roommates ™

Before Villain was their roommate, Hero never had any peculiar feeling about their apartment. They were grateful to have a roof over their head, but were not particularly picky about how it looked like under. It wasn’t like they had the kind of time to arrange the place. To be honest, with their working hours, they didn’t see why they would find energy left for this. As long as they had a bed and electricity, it was fine. The result was a reasonably clean room, but a rather bland place. The only thing that was really personal was the vanity in the bathroom, covered with hair products and beads of all colors. At Villain’s displeasure, Hero spent hours in front of it, because unlike some people whining from behind the door, they had their priorities well in order.

True, Hero had felt a bit insecure when Villain had entered for the first time, stopping in front of every furniture with such solemnity you’d swear they were staring at a masterpiece in a museum. Flustered, the not-so-proud owner had explained that they were not that rich, but Villain had seldom made any comment, and well, with their shadow covering them it wasn’t like their body language was readable. Maybe they were tired too, and after their place had just been destroyed by Supervillain it was understandable. They’d glistened towards the guest room and locked their door without a word.

The agency had called in the middle of that night for news. Hero, toying with their blanket, had assured their superior on the phone that yes, Supervillain had been destroyed for good, no they weren’t making it up, and oh by the way, Villain had reformed and changed their ways, hmmhmm, yep, definitively. On the other side of the line, that declaration was met by no little skepticism. After one hour of pleading, they’d at last convinced their interlocutor not to send a team to eliminate the threat. The next day, they were ordered to keep Villain under lock and key. Villain had stared when they’d shyly explained the situation to them, brandishing a padlock they didn’t really know how to use, and had only said:

“I could open this pathetic thing in my sleep.”

Given how gifted Villain was with building tools and machines, it was probably no idle boast. The good news, though, was that they’d accepted to stay in their room whenever they were left alone as long as Hero would give them an old game-boy left in a drawer for years to keep them occupied. As time passed, it became evident that Villain was an indoor creature who was delighted at the idea of not stepping outside ever again. In return, Hero had given them pretty much whatever they wanted, including scraps of metal and lots of tools. At first, they’d said nothing, but when parts of the room had began to be covered with sinister forms, they’d felt they had to put their foot down:

“You are not building a torture room in my place.”

“What else am I supposed to do, you oppressor ?”

“I’m the one paying the taxes.”

Villain had sulked for a moment after that, but then they’d suddenly asked:

“Aha, but what if my torture tools were also useful appliances?”

Hero had stared and said:

“No.”

“No as no or no as it can’t be?”

“Both.”

“You have little faith.”

Villain had immediately put themself to work. In an alarmingly short time, they’d built a tiny guillotine for the kitchen. It could cut even coconuts properly, in one strike. Hero couldn’t use it much, because it made them feel sorry for the poor vegetables (especially after seeing Villain do it, yelling “death to all of you, you feeble preys!” at a bunch a carrots), but they had to acknowledge it was a decent tool to slice a loaf of bread. Actually, Villain was good with the kitchen in general. Being disturbingly fond of cutting vegetables and fruits, it was no surprise that they’d fallen in love with the blender Hero had never used before:

“For what it is but a miniature death trap, where my innocent victims are trapped in a transparent prison and melted into oblivion by unforgiving blades?”

Hero had asked what kind of blade would be forgiving, and they’d got lightly tapped on the head with a cardboard tube for their trouble. But the outcome of all of this was a fridge always filled with bottles full of drinkable food that never got Hero’s stomach upset. Villain had even made a damn acupuncture chair which spikes looked deadly, but were in fact quite soothing. After that they’d stood up, and Hero just knew that they were puffing their chest behind their shadow:

“So, have I succeeded in my impossible task?”

And Hero could do nothing but answer:

“Yes. Completely. It’s genius.”

And it was. Really, the biggest beef they had was the time when Villain had stolen their two favorite magnets on the fridge. They’d stopped dead in front of the aro and ace pride flags that fixated the to-do lists of the day, declared that green, purple and black were traditional colors for villains and so they were “bound to have them”, had yoinked them and flied back to their room before Hero had time to react. And as much as they were for people exploring their own identity, how were they supposed to keep their groceries list in sight now?

But none of this was the weirdest thing. It was the fact that whenever Hero returned to their place with all these strange additions, it didn’t feel bad or crowded. It was the strange new and warm feeling that finally they were home, they were home, they were home.

(Though they still wanted their magnets back.)

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Check the These Two Dorks Masterlist or Tag for more snippets with this Hero and Villain. This is how they met and now they’re roommates.

Or back to Hero x Villain Masterlist.

[illuteridae]

reposting old oc art/some new stuff for my ocs jo n sadie :P they’re storm chasers!

[molabuddy]

that star creature species of mine again :] ive decided they can become Big & Strange after a long time

[gooopy]

LOOK AT MY SELF INSERT BOY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! cringe is dead i can do whatever i want FOREVER and that includes making a character to beat scout tf2 to death with my own two fists

[mlady-magnolia]

@i-am-a-fan and I stayed up too late and were being stupid about PJO and this is the result <3

Introducing Ophelia Pham, the daughter of Hecate, and avid supporter of the second amendment (/lh)

[ratwizz]

Jinny and Jun kin Ryan and Min-Gi Respectively

Jinny belongs to @squirreltastrophe

[honeynclove]

if you’ve been on my blog any time recently you have seen the drawing above… BUTTT I wanted to make a post for him bc he’s my hcs for Ace’s older brother whom me n @localanimeidiot named Felix :D

some doodles of him + one of the crackships he’s in

[mavibonghostexpress]

Your Gordon is very handsome 🥺💖

Is he in a romantic relationship or is he with someone?

(Edward💙? Henry💚? Rebecca💛??)

He could be with anyone :D

[delphi-dreamin]

The Power of a Touch

The Avatar of Lust takes it upon himself to teach his human master about the connection they share through their pact.

Word Count: 1186

Pairing: Asmodeus x Delphi

Warnings: fem!OC, magic use, pet names used (kitten, darling)

Part 1: Mammon

Asmodeus

Number of pacts: 4

Asmo has her in the bath before she realizes exactly what he has planned. Rose-scented clouds of steam and warm velvety water surround her like a hug as she sinks in to her chin, sighing as the tension and apprehension she’d been carrying fall away into the depths of the tub. She lets her eyes slip closed, just relaxing into the humid heat.

The Avatar of Lust has other plans, though.

He takes her wrist and pulls her gently to him, settling her onto his lap facing away from him and guiding her head back onto his shoulder. He traces the line of her jaw with a single slim finger, down her neck and over her collarbone, smiling as she shivers. He takes it as permission to continue his ministrations, his lithe hands slipping below the water’s surface to massage her breasts.

“Asmo,” she groans, arching into him, “what are you doing?”

“Just getting you comfortable, kitten,” he croons. He places a soft kiss on her shoulder, giggling at the way she relaxes into him, going almost boneless already. His hands wander down her sides to her legs, spreading them so that they rest on either side of his own. Satisfied with her position, he squeezes her thighs lightly.

“Now, I want you to touch my pact mark,” Asmo whispers in her ear. “Just like you did with Mammon’s earlier, okay?”

She nods and lets her right hand wander to her inner thigh, tracing the lines of the delicately glowing pink mark there. She doesn't need to see it, she realizes as Asmo places sweet kisses beneath her ear and down her neck. She can feel exactly where it is by its warm, gentle thrum.

It feels different from Mammon's pact. His felt tingly, almost like an itch in her fingertips. Asmo's is a warm pulse that spreads with every feather light stroke along its graceful curves. She follows its spiral around and down to its point, then back up to the second spiral. She finds a rhythm easily, her eyes fluttering shut as its gentle pulsing grows into a steady throb that seats itself in her core. Beneath her, the Avatar of Lust’s moans are high and whiny, his own eyes shut and head fallen back against the edge of the tub.

“Asmo?” Delphi whispers, turning her head to look over at demon reduced to putty beneath her. His cheeks are rosy with blush and his breath is heavy as he looks back at her through his lashes. She turns in his lap to face him and asks, “What just happened?”

“You know that we can feel when you’re indulging in our sin, right kitten?” Asmo breathes. At her nod, he continues, “Well, we can feel when you or even another demon touches our pact mark, too. That’s why I don’t touch my brothers’ marks on you.”

“What does it feel like?” Delphi asks. She already has some inkling about what her touch feels like based on his moans and his hard shaft resting between her legs. But what about another demon?

“When it’s you, it feels like your hands roaming my body,” Asmo sighs, taking her wrist and moving her hand back to his mark on her inner thigh. “The longer you touch the mark, the more solid they feel. It’s all very, oh, sensual.”

“But if it’s another demon?” Delphi breathes, relishing the way the avatar’s hands caress her skin beneath the water’s surface, how cool his touch feels compared to the heat of the water.

“Another demon touching our mark isn’t pleasant,” he explains, eyeing his older brothers’ marks on her neck and chest. “It depends on the demon, of course. But it can feel like a shock, or like ice being poured on you. I’ve even heard of it burning.”

“That really doesn’t sounds pleasant,” Delphi muses, her fingers trailing over his mark once more. She grins at his sharp intake of breath and the low groan that follows it.

“Oh, darling,” Asmo moans as she drags her fingers along the pulsing mark, his hips bucking involuntarily while she watches with wide, fascinated eyes. His hands rest on her hips as she continues to caress his mark on her thigh with one hand, her other drifting to his chest and sliding up to his soft shoulder.

He shivers under her touch, his delicate ivory skin flushing pink under her fingers, both physical and magical. Delphi finds herself cupping his cheek in her hand and leaning forward to press a kiss to his glossy lips. He parts them for her easily, allowing her to slip her tongue inside as he uses his grip on her hips to shift her so that she’s on her knees, hovering over his cock. He guides her down gently, his groan matching hers as she takes him to the hilt.

“Fuck, Asmo,” she breathes against his lips, resting her forehead against his. She rocks her hips gently, the sensation of being so full nearly enough to make her drool.

The Avatar of Lust smiles hazily, the apples of his cheeks rosy. He nudges her face to the side, nibbling her earlobe before he whispers, “There's one more thing your pact marks can do.”

“Oh?” Delphi breathes, leaning her head further to the side to accommodate him. He trails kisses down her neck, stopping just above the junction of her shoulder to nip and suck a beautiful purple mark there, delighting in her moans of pleasure.

Asmo knows exactly which buttons of hers to push to have her coming undone in his hands, and she’s already nearing the edge by the time he gently moves her hand from his pact mark and replaces it with his own. The warm shockwave that reverberates through her entire body makes her head fall back and forces a cry from her. She bucks her hips involuntarily, high-pitched whimpers falling from her lips like rain.

“Asmo,” she gasps as he continues to stroke the mark on her leg, the tension in her core coiling tighter and tighter until she feels she could burst.

“Keep going, kitten,” Asmo murmurs into her ear, guiding her to keep moving, to keep bouncing on his cock despite her legs shaking so badly she can barely support herself on them. He presses into her pact mark harder, flooding it with his magic. “I can feel how close you are. Show me how beautiful you are when you come, darling.”

With those words and one final bounce, Asmo sheathing himself fully inside her, Delphi feels the coil within her snap. She clings to him as her orgasm washes over her, whiting out her vision and making her head spin. Distantly, as she rides out her high, she feels Asmo let go as well, painting her walls with white.

Both out of breath, they giggle to each other, Asmo pushing a strand of pink hair from Delphi’s face as she rests her forehead against his. Still giggling, Delphi sighs, “I love you, Asmo.”

“I love you, too, darling,” the Avatar replies, placing a kiss on the tip of her nose.

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[decoloraa]

Talk shit get hit 🫵

I like to think that they train together quite regularly to hone their skills. Some days they’re just sparring together and on other days they go all out, a spectacle that other Briggs soldiers like to watch.

This was mostly an exercise to improve my full body drawings, that’s why Thea is wearing historical inaccurate sportswear. But hey, military uniform inspired training clothes would be neat!