#cals ocs

[hayconrisa]

this is basically hayden and felicity btw. in case you were curious

[cal-the-imp-artist]

Tumblr loves Bullying me and wouldn't let me @ Melody so..

HERE ARE THE BLOGS

Darla: Zeuss-polish-daughter

Melody: Lucky-Melody

Jackie: JackieBuildingWarrior

Go be goofy

[anxiety-problem]

OK so if the Tiny Trio were human they'd be. OK they wouldn't actually be human I don't think. If they weren't robots, they'd probably go full fantasy and be borrowers!

[jijio0]

Cal & Bd-1 🧡✏️

[jackzarts]

Quinn and Cal 🫐✨ Cal and Quinn!! THEM!! Drawing them together cus I want and can 🥺

Quinn is my drow-tiefling chronomancy wizard and Cal is @kered555 's tiefling glamour bard!

[catsharky]

Well this took ages. I wanted to get one more page done for this but the next page has uh... 14 characters across the panels and I'm going to be away for 4 days. So a smaller update, but the next one shouldn't take almost 2 months.

Part 1 • Previous Part

Full page format under the cut as always:

[noramsblog]

Daily routine at Luke's jedi school 💥

they don't know what they are doing

[beckyofthevalley]

"Yes, it is indeed quite different than mine. It is soft. And warm."

based off of this dialogue :) wasnt able to screenshot the first part of it but he is comparing their hands!!! oughhhh caldarus 😭

[hayconrisa]

HEY. you. you’ve opened your asks this is a win (was contemplating sending you a DM at this point. you cannot just go through my blog and compliment mari and NOT expect to be bothered!!!)

ANYWAYS. hey. tell me about that oc idea you have. this is a DEMAND!! (silly)

- @kodak-2-percent

YES I REALIZED I DIDN'T HAVE THEM OPEN. because im fucking stupid. u should totally send me a dm anyway we can be ill together. anyway HIIII thank you for submitting an ask hello hello.

OKAY. sitting down and taking a deep breath. i just figured out her backstory AND drew her so drum roll please....

here she is! first pass of her design it'll probably change, but. felicity "cici" lapointe!

bare with me this is going to be LONG. for your convenience i will put the rest under a cut.

so, she's a version of my OC/sona thing that i put in basically everything. her whole deal is that she's unlucky. she's obsessive over four leaf clovers, she's got this belief in her head that she's Doomed By The Narrative when really she's just doing it to herself, but she believes in it because it gives her an excuse for why her life is so shitty.

she's a stork. she believes that her lifelong curse of having bad luck started when she was storked as a baby, so even though her adopted family was never horrible to her, she was horrible to them. she held a grudge and belittled any affection they gave her because she's incapable of believing that things can be good for her. eventually her family has enough and signs the triplicates.

she kicks AWOL because even though she believes unwinding is the most logical end to her story, she doesn't want her curse of bad luck to be passed on to anybody else. she escapes unwinding not to help herself, but to prevent the rest of the world from being cursed. she literally believes she is cursed. she's a little fucked in the head i would say.

when she's on the run she falls prey to a parts pirate's trap, and as she's trying to escape them her left foot gets chopped off (rabbit's foot, lucky charm, do you get it?) and she almost dies bleeding out in an alleyway after she escapes. by some miracle someone from the underground resistance finds her and takes her to a safe home, and she can't believe that she managed to evade death twice. she wonders for the first time in her life if the universe might actually be on her side.

when she gets to the graveyard she meets hayden and they become really close friends because he entertains her fucked up narrative of being unlucky and no one else ever has. she becomes part of the combom team, and also hangs out with the stork club on occasion. risa also takes care of her leg and helps to make her a better prosthetic than the one she ended up crafting for herself while in transit to the graveyard.

there's more but this is already insanely long. this is all first - pass stuff and i would like to make her not so tied down to the canon plot but hey... i literally just birthed her an hour ago i think i get a break.

oh! also! she's always associated with the number 7 (sorry i had to do it) and she has a four-leaf clover necklace that she bought for herself on her 15th birthday that she never, ever, ever takes off.

So fucking sorry if i just yapped your ear off. more of her to come... i hope you all like her !!!!!❤️

[biohazrat]

I will take good care of you.

[basketobread]

there are TWO kinds of tavs!!! but really, i laughed so hard when lunara clapped because idk... the clap animation is just so... joyous?? genuine?? there was a sense of child-like wonder?? meanwhile, lotus is just... a meanie!! you'd think a bard would be enthusiastic for a show... i hate u lotus ur so mean. i really love all the dialogue options in this game HAHA

[rocko-newjeans]

Doodle Dump ft. That Guy

[nots-27]

It is incredible that this comic is already 15 years old.

I'm still relatively new to fandom, but I'm very fond of this comic.

(Btw the last 2 illustrations are my trollsona both in my style and in sprite.

yoy will never guess which one is my favorite troll)

HAPPY 413!

[ariadnes-elixirs]

thinking about a yandere forgotten god...

(male yandere x gn mercenary reader)

part 1 / part 2

tw: manipulative behavior, reader was lost at sea before the story began, reader also has self-worth issues

you felt soft, cool hands shaking you awake. your head felt like it was full of cotton, but you could faintly hear a masculine voice excitedly speaking, "good morning! sorry to wake you up, but i can't have you dying on your first day here!"

as you feel yourself waking up, you try to rack your brain to figure out how you got in this situation. you slowly become aware of the sand beneath your body and the feeling of waves ebbing and flowing near your legs. are you... on a beach?

you struggle to open your eyes, but you can feel those same hands prop you up into a sitting position. you feel a cool hand against your forehead, and you lean into the hand before you can stop yourself.

you hear the voice again, "you poor thing! you're burning up!" the voice sounded concerned, but through your muffled hearing you could also make out concealed... excitement?

you feel one arm move to support your back and another underneath your knees. you begin trying to open your eyes again, and as you do you can feel yourself being lifted off of the sandy beach. the voice pipes up again, "let me bring you inside! it's been so long since someone has washed up on my island!"

as you finally muster up the strength to open your eyes, you see the source of the voice you've been hearing and the person carrying you. he's a taller man with a dark, tanned complexion. he has long hair, with some strands styled into braids and gold adornments scattered throughout. one notable feature that stood out to you was golden, almost inhuman looking eyes.

a sudden wave of fatigue overwhelms you, as you feel the desire to sleep grow. you try to force yourself to stay awake, but you can only delay the inevitable for so long as your exhaustion catches up to you.

the person carrying you is still muttering, whether he's talking to you or himself is unclear, but it slowly fades out as you lose consciousness.

~

you wake up to a faint floral scent and the feeling of a soft, plush bed. you feel the silken sheets beneath you, nicer and cleaner than anything you've slept in within the past several years, possibly even your whole life. your head is resting on a downy, fluffy pillow, almost moulding to the shape of your head as you lay there.

during your years as a traveler and mercenary, you have become accustomed to the rough and scratchy sheets, rock-hard pillows, and damp musty rooms in whatever inn you could scrounge up enough coins to stay in.

you vaguely remember taking a job as a guard on a merchant's ship, but struggle to remember how you ended up in a bed that was definitely too nice to be something you belong in.

as your sleepy mind is processing as much as it can in your tired state, you hear footsteps approaching.

you start moving your arms and legs to sit up in the bed as you hear the voice from before. "oh! you're awake! i made some food for you, i'll be right back!!" followed by the sound hurried footsteps leaving whatever room you're in.

as you finally sit up and open your eyes, you start to take in the room you've found yourself in. it almost looks like... a cave? the walls are rocky and uneven, but still covered in ivy and lush vegetation. there are pieces of furniture you would expect to see in a normal bedroom, but there are also flowerpots all over the room, each filled with plants and flowers you've never seen before. you also notice a couple... bird nests? just... where are you?

you didn't even know who brought you here or how you ended up here. something about this situation felt off to you, and you start to process that this is somewhere you should not be and definitely don't belong.

suddenly you hear the sound of footsteps rushing back towards you and as he enters the room you can finally get a good look at the person who brought you away from the shore.

you vaguely remember seeing his dark skin and hair with gold pieces in it before, but you didn't remember much else. you immediately notice his clean, white clothes. which is typically impossible to attain and then maintain by people who have to dirty their hands for a living. a piece of fabric is draped over his shoulder, but most of his chest appears to be exposed. in addition to his hair adornments, his ears, arms, and neck are all covered in gold accessories. you also didn't notice just how long his hair was, reaching down to the middle of his back. you can tell that it is very well maintained and taken care of.

he walks over to you, carrying a tray of food. he smiles at you before stating "i found you washed up on shore, but i couldn't let you just lay there. you appeared ill when i found you, so you should definitely eat something healthy and rest as much as possible while you recover."

he places the tray of food on your lap as you process his words, "...thank you," you reply, "but... why would you help me?"

"well... it's not every day someone washes up on the my island's shores!" he giggles.

you think momentarily before replying, "so... how often does this happen?"

the question appears to catch him off guard, and his smile falters for a second as he looks away. "well... uh... this is... it's probably been... a couple hundred years, actually."

you process his response and start to pay closer attention to the feeling of unease thats been steadily growing within you as you interacted with the stranger.

if he was telling the truth, that would make him some kind of immortal being. a nymph? a god?

you were just some mercenary looking to make a living, and you certainly weren't strong enough to take on any kind of immortal. you feel more uncertainty creep in, there's no way he would actually care about some mercenary... he's... this has to be a trap, right?

he seems to notice your unease and anxiety regarding your current situation. he sighs gently and looks at the floor, "look, i know this must be scary for you. first being lost at sea and then washing up on some strange island. but... i really do want to help you," he smiles, "please, just let me take care of you, at least until you recover."

you still feel unsure, but what could you do? he has already helped you, he brought you into his... house... and let you sleep in his clean bed. which is... more than some mercenary deserves already...

you slowly shift your gaze down to the food on the tray he set on your lap. soup, bread, and some chicken. you pick up the spoon sitting next to the soup, submerge it in the soup, and sluggishly bring it to your lips.

it's... the best soup you've ever tasted.

he smiles at you as you eat and suddenly you remember you never asked for his name. "so uh, who exactly are... you?" you ask.

he giggles, "no one you would know, but i suppose humans do love their little names for things. now that i'm not alone anymore, maybe having a name would be a nice change of pace."

his word choice suggests the length of your stay will likely be... longer than you would have anticipated. but it's too late, he's definitely not going to let you go. he finally has someone to talk to, spend time with, embrace, love. why would he let this opportunity pass him by?

"you can call me cal, dear~" he chuckles to himself before continuing, "now eat up before your meal gets cold~"

a/n: yeah so he is definitely inspired by calypso from the odyssey eoriskwksla. i thought it would be a neat concept, especially if the person on the island did not have a significant other. he genuinely just wants to be around another person after being cursed and then forgotten after hundreds of years. he is super soft and sweet towards you though. however in classic yandere fashion, he also intends to make sure you never leave :)

[jijio0]

Cal Kestis ✏️🙌 I'm playing Fallen Order, he's so precious 🧡

[catsharky]

I got impatient and started on Rolan before finishing Astarion's colours, woops