#cheeri ocs

[certified-anakinfucker]

forget oc analyses. does your oc sleep in a pj set or in some random fucking clothes

[certified-hunterfucker]

Rank your characters from least to most likely to survive a horror movie. Show your work (offer explanations). Happy Spooky Month!

HI HELLO

dear lord okay lets go from my main eight. in celebration of finally having EIGHT OF THEM

Least

Ohah’veki [Smuggler] — Dude would think this was all a massive joke until he literally gets killed. Master of taking nothing seriously. The galaxy is a giant game and he is about to lose his winning streak!!!!!

Karsiyn Haxut [Trooper] — She may be a big buff cheeto puff but she got the nickname “Kote” (‘glory’ in Mando’a) for a reason. She is glorious! But not necessarily victorious!

Unihmawa [Bounty Hunter] — I’m sort of in-between on him, since he’s a bonafide survivor that will find a way even if he has to beat it out of someone. But he is very much practical and prone to moving in one straight line.

Dilieth Lawioh [Consular] — As we are learning now, poor girl has a terrible streak of getting scared of something and allowing that fear to convince her to lash out. She’s liable to overextend and expose that as an exploitable weakness, which could be Awful Since She Is A Little God

Chixo Kallig [Inquisitor] — Dude IS the horror movie. He is smacking on ghosts like Skittles. Somehow he’s not quite the eldritch horror yet, he tends to keep those at bay because he’s busy nose-down in a holocron he’s got no business touching.

Darrash Nealev [Agent] — Cryptid man. Sniper, likes to hide in high-up places where you’d have to go extremely out of your way to find him - would be most likely to split his time between burrowing and sneaking around to figure out what’s really happening, and putting a stop to it if he can.

Eikutyr [Warrior] — If it’s killable, she’ll kill it; if it’s subvertable, she’ll exploit it. There is no room for failure when success grants you freedom, and freedom above all is what she chases.

Cota Douaiou [Knight] — He is born of the Force. He is Force Incarnate. Good luck even trying.

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[cry-ptidd]

Thinking about human Laura, really hope nothing bad happens to her

[bigbadvv0lf]

My piece for @vexa-legacy as part of our discord/guild art exchange! Khano was a ton of fun to draw and getting to draw Theron for the first time was a great experiment! I hope everyone came out looking okay lol

[catlover4536]

For @ari-jay and their wonderful thing going on at @our-neck-of-the-woods !

[pepbirb]

A few Fakemon of mine! Most of them are from middleschool actually LMAO the only one that isn't is the topmost, called Huehuechi!

[propalitetz]

on their way to visit the cheery man's wife

[patchworkmelody]

Some Cheerie doodles in my notes. Did you know a small bee can bring so much joy to the world

[thecluelessdoctor]

do you like MY spooky month OCs and want to see more???

N..no?

WELL TOO BAD YOU FOLLOW THIS BLOG SO YOU GET MY ✨ HYPERFIXATIONS ✨

Silly dolly

Sad Dolly

Somewhat normal Dolly

The detective and the doll.

I kinda want to make a storyline of sorts for sunny. And so I did and made a detective character to go with. Which they kinda get this nimona and balastior relationship with each other so that's fun

[kemendin]

So I essentially keep to my own little sandbox when it comes to SWTOR, my own characters and stories. BUT, sometimes @certified-anakinfucker's Darrash comes over to play with Khel and Quinn. Thoughts happened, talks happened, sobs happened, and while the background circumstances are my fault, this scene is very much to be blamed on Cheeri!

Anyway, no polish here, just feels and word vomit. CW for mention of character death.

Darrash Nealev. The name dredges something out of the tangled mess that’s been steadily replacing Quinn’s once-orderly brain over the last few days. Muddied memories of a small, slouched figure, a cocky grin made wider by scars that split across warm brown cheeks. Green eyes flicking around, a gaze both distracting and distracted. Never keeping still, constant jittering, fingers fiddling with the settings of a sniper rifle long enough that it must threaten to trip him up - No. Not Darrash. Cipher Nine. An agent. An assassin. The thought catches in Quinn’s roiling brain, latches on, digging, twisting, so that almost before the door has closed again behind his unexpected visitor, Malavai has already moved - ramming the other man bodily into the nearest wall, pinning him there, as the business end of his blaster pushes hard into the hollow place beneath Cipher Nine’s chin.

For once, there’s no easy roll of a neck or shoulder, no cocksure remark dropped casually from the space between flashing teeth. There’s almost no reaction at all, and for some reason Quinn finds this infuriating, and his blaster bites harder, forcing the agent’s head back - the only movement Nine has made, save for the barely perceptible trembling of his lithe body against the wall.

Their eyes meet, furious blue boring into now-muted green, and Quinn actually sees it, for the first time - true fear fluttering in the other man’s gaze. And hell, he should be afraid, because the stubble is thick on Quinn’s too-pale jaw and the hollows of his eyes are burning with unsummoned tears and his teeth are bared as though he’s only a moment away from tossing aside the blaster and using his jaws instead to rend the life from Nine’s throat.

But then words croak from that throat, thin and terrified:

“You - you think I did it.”

And in these last few moments, in the wild rampage of his grief, that’s exactly what Quinn has thought. Because who better than the infamous yet unknowable Cipher Nine to carry out such an act - to peer through the scope of a prototype sniper rifle and drive a Force-rending bolt into the unsuspecting back of the Empire’s Hand?

A tremor runs through his own hand as the memory grips him again; he shoves it aside by jamming the blaster even harder against the underside of Nine’s chin, till the man’s head is clamped in the vise formed by Quinn’s need for retribution and the unyielding wall behind him. He should say something, he needs to say something, but it’s lodged in his throat as though he’s the one trying to swallow and breathe beneath a blasterpoint. So instead it’s Nine who speaks again, soft, scared, not quite a plea, but an entreaty nonetheless:

“Quinn, please think about this. If I killed Khel, would I be standing here unarmed?”

Rationality, logic - these things have not been heeded or welcomed in Malavai’s broken brain. All semblance of reason has given way to the tidal wave of heartbreak, rushing in to fill the terrible hollow left behind by Khel’s death. 

But now they nudge gently at him, circling, coaxing him to stop, and breathe, and think. Quinn stares at the agent, sucking in harsh breaths that tinge his tongue with the mud he can smell hanging on the other man. He searches the Cipher’s still stiffened face for any hint of deception, of guilt, but there’s nothing, nothing but fear and a fragmented pain, and slowly, wretchedly, realisation finally takes hold.

It wasn’t him. It wasn’t Darrash.

And yet, even as he feels the fury draining from his limbs, Quinn remains there for another moment, the blaster still pressed tight to Darrash’s tilted chin, because if it wasn’t Darrash he doesn’t know who, and now he has no outlet for the anguish still building unbearably inside him.

But then the moment passes. Quinn withdraws the blaster, steps back, pivots away from the terrified agent; a second later he hurls his weapon into a corner of the room, letting out a sound more akin to a wounded nexu than a decorated officer of the Imperial military; and then he buries his face in his hands, as though skin and flesh and bone might somehow be strong enough to hold the magnitude of the grief once more retching from his mouth.

[dessnotfromdeltarune]

alternate outfits for my regretevator oc... he actually wears the yellow suit most often because it fits with the whole cheese theme of the factory, i just drew him with the brown one because it's his favorite! he wears the orange one is for special events and such, and the swim trunks for vacation trips (he doesn't even know how to swim)

[certified-anakinfucker]

wip wednesday sunday but ummmmmmmmm @purgetrooperfox

woe. omura lore be upon ye all

tagging uhhhh hi kem @kemendin uhh @pentowrite-wingstofly @galacticgraffiti @gaeasun

[certified-hunterfucker]

I HAVE TO GO TO BED THIS IS ADDICTIVE AS SHIT (https://www.barbieselfie.ai/)

[cheery-p-art]

I don't usually make fandom OCs but?? Zelda games just do that to me idk.

He's from Kakariko and he hates cuccos.

[fagbearentertainment]

So I WAS gonna make two of my new ocs straight (literally designed them to be an obnoxiously sweet couple) but I was talking to my sister about one and she said, and I quote, “you should make him a fruit cake 💅 <- pretend that’s the hand” and now I kinda ship him with the other guy in the group…

[blackquill-inchains]

🍼 fuyuhiko and Peko

Or

🍼 korekiyo and kirumi?

sure! got both for you anon!:

Send me 🍼 + a ship and I’ll draw/make a fan-child