#cow answers

[thatoneweebsworld]

Belphegor vore is a rare, hard to find one. It’s always Beel or Lucifer (not that I mind lol). Picture the scenario where MC was accidentally swallowed by Belphegor while he’s sleep. He might sleep for hours while a frantic MC is squirming, trynna wake him up. Then he wakes up hours later dazed, but confused why he’s full.

It be awesome if you could write a fic about this prompt. Thank you 😩🙏

Greetings anon, and I am actually going to write this one when I started it. While I 100% see this specific situation as more something Beel would do, but I think I can make this work so here we go

You could not sleep for the life of you. No matter how much you tossed and turned it seemed as though you could not find peace in your room. Even though you had seven of the most powerful demons in all of hell ready to protect you at the drop of a hat, you still had your worries. There was only one thing left you could do: snuggle up with some company. You had seven options. Lucifer would likely notice you and send you back to your room immediately. Mammon would also notice your arrival, teasing you to no end. Levi sleeps in a bathtub. Satan should not be disturbed while asleep. Asmo insists on having his beauty rest, but also would not pass up any opportunity to have you alone with him in his room. Beel was already up and about getting snacks, you could hear distant rummaging in the kitchen. That left Belphegor, the youngest. He can sleep through literally anything, even being dragged up a flight of stairs. Surely he wouldn't notice you sneak into his bed.

Upon successful infiltration of the twins' room, you climbed into Belphie's bed as quietly as you could. On the far side of the bed, cast away from previous movements, was a rather large pillow. This did not immediately cause any alarm, but the moment you made physical contact with Belphie he curled himself tightly around you. There was no escape, not even your small wooly body could slip away. You dared not make a sound or try to move away, fearing possibly alerting Beel if he were in the room with you. Thankfully, so far as you could tell, he was not. Breakfast tomorrow might just be an issue. As the distant rustling and scrounging continued, you could feel yourself being pulled closer and closer to Belphie's face. You thought he was going to kiss you the way his lips were so close, but instead his mouth opened and he pushed you inside. Instantly you started to panic, letting out small scared squeaks and yelps loud enough for him to hear but soft enough to not awaken the rest of the household. Belphie's grip was tight, both around what little of your body was not in his mouth and his jaw. You feared he was going to bite down on you and began squirming. This only hastened your apparent fate. Even though your pact with the demon you were being eaten by would protect you from any physical harm, fear still took control. Belphegor swallowed. Hard. It was as though you were being pulled down into an abyss. He swallowed again, now purring a bit contentedly. A soft growl rang out from below you. One more gulp, despite all your struggling, sent you down into the demon's stomach. You yelped and kicked and rolled and tried to maybe orient yourself but in the darkness it was of very little use.

As for your original sleeplessness, it seemed as though kicking up such a fuss expended any remaining energy you had in you. You were panting, lying on your back. Now that you were still and quiet, the space seemed... peaceful. You could clearly hear your captor's heart beating above you, his each and every slow breath, and... what was that? Something pushed in on you just a little from the outside. The wetness and the very soft ambient gurgling of the organ now snugly surrounding you suddenly seemed... soothing. As the tissue around you massaged your wool coat and surrounded you in warmth, the restlessness that previously baned you seemed to slip away. That sensation on the outside began to move around a little... circles. Belphie was rubbing you from the outside. You reached out curiously and attempted to do the same with your little hoof. The moment you made the tender contact a very contented sigh sounded from above. The very gentle little snores indicated that Belphie was indeed still asleep, but his reaction was more than enough to confirm that he did know, somewhere in his mind, what happened. Between the mindless caresses from outside, the steady breathing and pulse, and the wonderful massage you were getting, the only thing you could do was sleep.

You weren't even sure what time it was or where you were when you awoke to a sudden jarring shift in your environment. "Mmph... Did I eat breakfast and go back to sleep...?" a very confused Belphie mumbled. His hand instantly went to his stomach as he slowly sat up. This prompted you to resume your struggling in an attempt to inform Belphie of your presence. The moment you yelped you could hear the heartbeat above you go from slow and lethargic to a sprint. "M-MC! How did you... when..." While there was a hint of urgency in Belphie's voice, it was far far less than a respectable reaction. He was likely still sleepily fogbrained. "You swallowed me whole last night!" There was a long moment of silence, Belphegor racking his brain for why. "Beel must've been super hungry last night... and I wasn't sleeping well. Maybe he was fending off a rampage." The yelling from farther away muffled further by the many layers of tissue and muscle around you confirmed this. "Well, at least Lucifer isn't yelling at me. I'm not planning on getting up any time soon..." A yawn. "And having you right here is sure fun." Belphie patted his stomach contentedly. "Looks like you're gonna be staying right here with me for a while." He chuckled and laid himself back down. You couldn't deny the fact that this was one way or another relaxing. Besides, you could benefit from some more of the best sleep you'd ever had.

Tags (new feature! lmk if you want added): @akitothemightydorito

[im-cow]

Hii :o) hiii cow hii,iiiiii -🐽

why hjello there :))

[derryonair]

But you are too attractive to be a Fire Emblem villain!

Unless I’m somehow the incarnation of Venus herself you’re fucking insane if you think they’re not hot

[rintoki]

moo moo milk

characters: gepard x dom!reader

cw: gepard’s giant tiddies

a/n: he sent me the one message about what drinks i’d like to try. yea that’s all. i want to suck his tiddies that’s all. sorry if bad haven’t written long time

“ah, geppie, remember when you asked me what other belobogian drinks i’d like to try? i think i know what i want to try now.”

“right, right now?” the blonde man stuttered out, his face a crimson red even just after a few kisses.

“yup,” you smiled joyfully, one hand resting on the table behind the man you have trapped against you, and the other resting on his broad chest. now stripped down to just his undershirt and pants, gepard’s defined body was much more visible. the thin material of his undershirt stretching to cover his chest, even then it was still very much exposed to your hungry eyes.

“uhm, sure. what would you like to try? i’ll be sure to get it for you.” the kind-natured man smiled, ready to oblige you despite the state you have him in—breathing heavily and needy for you.

and with a smile, the hand that rests on his chest begins to drift downwards, feeling the curve of his pecs, before resting on the underside and cupping your hand against his breast. gepard stiffens under your motions, his adam’s apple bobbing nervously as the heat of your hand begins to seep through the fabric, warming his now hardening nipple.

his lips tremble slightly, unsure of how to act now as his breathing gets heavier under your touch and his pants gets tighter. you smile even wider, pleased by his reaction to a simple touch your hand gently squeezes around his tit, relishing in the way his hard nipple brushes against your palm.

“i want…” you began.

gepard let’s put a staggered breath now, unable to contain it any longer. his cock strains in his pants, finding it rather embarrassing how worked up you’ve got him from a few touches. he shuts his eyes, trying to keep a handle on himself before he completely crumbles, but your quiet voice beside his ear only pushes further to the edge.

“… to try your milk, geppie.”

it takes him a moment to register your words, still too caught up with your touches. “my… my milk?”

“from here.” you give his chest another squeeze, this time letting your thumb roll over his protruding buds. gepard sucks in a sharp breath, his abdomen quivering as you began to tease his nipples.

“i can’t—i don’t, i can’t …lactate… i don’t have m-milk.” he barely gets the words out, unable to help how his chest unconsciously pushes out, as if begging to have it teased more.

“are you sure? i think we should try.”

and before he knew it, you’ve already pushed his undershirt up, resting it on the tops of his chest with both his tits exposed to you now with his hardened nipples poking out at you, asking to be sucked on.

gepard can’t hold back the gasp he lets out, nor the low whine when your warm mouth envelops one of his nipples, slippery tongue massaging his sensitive buds. his hands gripped the table behind him, knowing it was taking his all and the table to keep him from falling to his knees.

you alternate between flicking and sucking on his nipple, your teeth biting down gently on the flesh around it, as if urging his milk to come out. and on the other side your hand continues to stimulate his chest, massaging and rolling his nipple between your fingers, getting it ready to be taken into your mouth.

“a-ah! wait..! that’s too…n-nngh.. s’ sensitive there, p-please…”

you looked up from your position, and with lips still wrapped tightly around his tits you took in the view. gepard’s skin was flushed all the way down his neck, he had leaned his head back, mouth hanging open as quiet whimpers fell from his lips.

so gorgeous, you released his nipple, watching as his body jolts with every lick you give it. his hitched breath as you sucked on the other side, warming it between your lips, you could feel it between your legs, an aching need beginning to pool.

even the way the bulge in his pants pressed against your belly, you know he isn’t even aware of how his own hips buck against your tummy, begging for some kind is stimulation. but you leave it be, knowing it isn’t long for his release. you can hear it in his voice, in his breath, even in the way his grip on the table tightens further.

you know it better than him, when you roll his sensitive nipple gently between you teeth, swollen from all the sucking. that his body would go completely stiff, hips and abdomen trembling from the intense pleasure as his mouth hang open with silent moans.

a damp patch begins to grow on the crotch of his pants, seeping into the fabric of your shirt. “you came a lot.”

gepard flinches slightly, cheeks growing even redder at your observation. “i… i apologise, i didn’t mean to dirty your clothes. forgive me.” he whispers, still a little out of breath.

“hm, don’t apologise, i don’t mind it one bit. it seems like you enjoyed that a lot, huh?” your fingers roll over the swollen buds, watching how he jolts with every touch.

“y-yes, it was quite… it felt good.” gepard smiles, moving to wrap his arms around you now.

“i didn’t manage to get any of your milk though, i think we’ll have to try again next time,” a cheeky smile forms on your face, “and next time, i think i have just the tool to help us get it.”

the silvermane captain sighs, a furious blush on his face as you mention wanting his milk again. for whatever reason it causes him to be aroused as you spoke about it, he didn’t want to think about it now.

[calciumdreams]

If you're making requests, sooo...can you draw the Cross x Farm ship?

I don't know, I think they would be cute together.

Like: An easily embarrassed guy who isn't used to affection x A chill, goofy guy who gives him all the affection he needs

Cross helps around the farm because he feels like he's being lazy and taking advantage of Farm's kindness. Saejun appreciates it but he just wants Cross to relax.

[canisalbus]

Your art tastes like aged paper, sugar, and chocolate to me, with a hint of salt every so often

Machete looks like white chocolate, and Vasco's like buttery caramel

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[b0tster]

non-animal leather is actually worse for the environment. Since animal leather generally comes from animals that also bring other products (meat, milk, etc), the enviromental impact of leather as a single product is much lower than the alternative. n-a leather is most commonly made up from plastics like pvc and has to be fully constructed. So it's per product more energy intensive and even aside from that has a longer negative impact due to micro plastics. I hate that it's like this. I want lab meat and sustainably created envo-positive leather and lab cheese that tastes good :(

like i said in the previous post im not doing this for environmental reasons. us individuals reducing our carbon footprint isnt going to do shit because an astronomical percentage of the carbon footprint can be traced to like 100 corporations. going vegan to save the world isnt it, and judging vegans because of that is silly. im not doing this to be a beacon of morality. i just dont like animal cruelty.

[puphoods]

cow furrsona....

ya

[mamawasatesttube]

number 81 for the writing prompts: "It's cold, you should take my jacket."

(mostly cause I wanna see Tim wear Kon's leather jacket and Neither of them being normal about it but do what you want with it it's your fic <3)

“Here.”

Tim looks up as Kon waltzes back into the living room, two enticingly-steaming mugs in his hands. Hot spiced apple cider sounds absolutely divine right now—the blustery Kansas day outside is reaching its icy fingers into the farmhouse despite the fire blazing merrily in the hearth, and Tim has to admit, he maybe should’ve packed warmer for this trip.

Kon presses one of the mugs into his hands—the nicer one, Tim notes, without the chip in the rim—and Tim accepts it with a grateful hum. The warmth seeps into his palms immediately. “Thanks.”

“No problemo, Rob-lemo.” Kon plops down next to him on the couch, his TTK keeping his cider perfectly still in his mug as he makes himself comfortable. “It’s pretty chilly out today. Gonna be a good night to go skating—the pond down by the McAllister’s place is frozen over, and this time of year, they string up lights ‘n’ invite all the neighbors to come by in the evenings. Wanna go?”

Tim hums in consideration. “Could be fun, but just warning you, it’s been a hot minute since I did any skating, so I’m kinda rusty. And I didn’t bring any skates.” Mmm, the steam rising up from his cider smells amazing. “Did you make this?”

Kon’s eyebrows shoot towards the ceiling. Then he puffs out his cheeks in mock offense, folding his arms across his chest. “You don’t have to sound so surprised! I’m good in the kitchen.”

Yeah, Bart keeps calling him malewife material about it. Tim grins into his mug; it’s not his fault it’s so easy to ruffle Kon’s feathers, or that it’s so funny to do so. “I guess it is Ma’s recipe, so it’d be hard to make it bad.”

Kon politely waits for him to lower the mug from his mouth and then swats him on the back of the head. Tim does appreciate the pause, even as he ducks away, laughing. The cider tastes like apples and cinnamon and honey; warmth spreads through Tim’s chest.

“You’re rude,” Kon tells him. “Just for that, if you fall on your face when we go skating, I’m not helping you up. I’m just gonna laugh.”

“Oh, it’s a when we go skating now?” Tim quirks an eyebrow at him in turn. “I just said I didn’t bring any skates.”

“We can get you some, that’s no trouble,” Kon says, flapping a dismissive hand. Tim opens his mouth to ask where, exactly, in Smallville, can they get a pair of new ice skates in a matter of a couple of hours, but then closes it again when it hits him that even if there isn’t a big sporting goods shop in Smallville, geography isn’t really a concern to someone who can crisscross the entire globe in a matter of minutes.

“Yeah, okay, sure.” Tim lightly elbows him. “Don’t tell me you’re actually good at skating. I bet you just TTK your way through it.”

Kon elbows him back. “Yeah, right! I’m pretty decent, no powers required, actually. Been going plenty with Jon. He particularly loves this one roller dome in Metropolis that always has Super merch in the arcade claw games.”

Okay, Tim has to admit, he’s melting a little about that. Kon loves his little brother. The image of him taking Jon skating is really cute—he can just picture Jon wobbling along, holding Kon’s hand, and rambling about his day like he loves to do. He bites back a truly sappy smile; his toes curl instead, where they’re tucked under a cushion to stay warm.

“Lemme guess. The claw games are where you TTK it up.”

Kon snickers. “They’re rigged as hell, but the kid wants his misshapen Superman plushies, so obviously I gotta win ‘em for him.”

“Obviously,” Tim agrees. He curls his fingers around his mug a little tighter, soaking up its warmth; he’s got an actual winter coat for when they go out, but he really wishes he’d brought some thicker sweaters or hoodies for hanging around in the house itself. He’s used to the damp, creeping cold of Gotham; the blustery Kansas winters might be about the same temperature, but the wind out here blows right through him.

Kon shifts next to him, setting his cider down on a coaster on the coffee table. Tim glances up just in time to see him unzip and shrug out of his hoodie—it’s fleece-lined and light pink with a strawberry cow printed on the front breast pocket, very cute.

And then Kon leans over and wraps it around Tim’s shoulders. Tim’s face heats.

“It’s cold,” Kon explains. “Take my jacket. I don’t really need it that bad, anyway, so you may as well get some use out of it.”

It’s still warm from his body, and Tim lifts one hand from his mug to pull it more tightly around himself like a blanket. His nose brushes the collar when he turns his head a little. The jacket smells like Kon’s cologne.

…It’s the citrus-and-spice one Tim bought him last Christmas. He’s wearing the cologne Tim picked out for him last year, the one Tim definitely didn’t spend almost an hour agonizing over as he imagined tucking his face into Kon’s shoulder and inhaling this specific scent from his collarbone. He’s…

Tim’s face gets even hotter. Abruptly, he takes a gulp of hot cider, hiding in his mug. Kon’s jacket smells like him, and it’s warm, and it’s big and cozy and soft, and…

Kon is staring at him, Tim realizes belatedly. He didn’t notice because he was busy, uh, processing, but Kon’s looking at him like he’s…

Like he’s the last morsel of dessert on the table, and Kon has a ravenous craving for some sugar?

Tim swallows hard. Deliberately counts to eight on his next inhale and exhale. If he lets his heart rate pick up, Kon will definitely notice.

“Thanks,” he manages, finally. “That’s, uh. Yeah. That’s nice.”

“I’ll say,” Kon mutters. He drops his gaze, his cheeks a little pink, and then reaches over to ruffle Tim’s hair. “Bring warmer lounge clothes next time, dumbass. The farmhouse is kinda old. Gets drafty in here.”

“Yeah,” Tim says wryly. He shifts his weight, rearranging his legs so that instead of leaning on the armrest, he flops himself against Kon’s side, dropping his head to his shoulder for a moment. “I noticed.”

Kon leans his cheek against Tim’s hair. “At least you got me to keep you warm,” he sighs, slipping his arm around Tim’s shoulders. “What would you do without me, huh?”

Tim bites back the first response on the tip of his tongue (“Go into a huge depressive spiral?”) and goes for something a little less insane. “Freeze to death before you even get to laugh about me falling on my face at the McAllisters’ pond?”

Kon snorts. He’s comfortably warm against Tim’s side, and Tim snuggles a little closer, relishing his warmth. “Yeah, that sounds about right,” Kon agrees. “I hope I can get it on video.”

Tim just smiles to himself and raises his mug for another sip of cider. The honey and spices are heavenly on his tongue, but if he’s being entirely honest, he can think of something sweeter.

[thatoneweebsworld]

I must say I loved the hc’s you did with my request!! I was wondering what if you made a oneshot of the Satan one where they play cat and mouse?

As always have a wonderful day/night!

-🌽

Omg corn anon hi again I actually caught this at a reasonable time lol, sorry about the wait. If I do wind up doing that (which I might it I get bored) it probably wouldn’t be the most accurate. Satan has to be second least accurate only to Asmo for me unfortunately (and the newest wave of side characters because I haven’t met them in game). However, if you dm me a tag I’ll ping you if I do so. You know what, fuck it. I’m writing this tomorrow. Corn anon, you’re getting your damn cat and mouse game.

The following day for That One Weeb:

Literally about a week later: fuck o have to write this. Uhhhhh ok

Two weeks later:

At least I actually noticed this was something I should write and actually checked my inbox. Satan cat and mouse coming right up!

Being trapped in the body of a sheep was bad enough while milling around with demons. But the body of a mouse in a house with not one, but three demons turned into felines by a magical mixup? That was just too much. Sure you had the protective amulet gifted to you by Solomon but that didn't really fit all that well now. You sighed, still stuck on the floor and unable to get up onto your bed. Your door suddenly opened. You suspected Mammon, likely trying to do something like snatch you up and swallow you while you were smaller than usual. However, Satan was the one staring down at you, his tail flicking. "Lucifer should've known he could never hide your wonderful scent," he purred. You squeaked, certainly loud enough for him to hear. "Awwww MC is a little mouse... no wonder Lucifer wouldn't let anyone near you. You look absolutely delicious." You scurried under the nightstand your hosts had supplied in fear. "Don't worry little MC. I'm not gonna hurt you." A green eye peered at you. "I'll keep you safe from all of them. Just come on out and let me take care of you." You pushed yourself flat up against the wall. "So we're doing this the hard way... MC, you know I would never truly hurt you, right?" You slowly crawled out from under the nightstand and sat up on your back legs. Your tail was still twitching nervously. Surprisingly, Satan did not make a move on you. "I'd love to eat you right now. Play a little game of, well, cat and mouse. But if you don't want to that's fine." You weighed your options. If you allowed Satan to paly with you, at the very least you'd wind up in the most unexpected stomach and the last place anyone would likely look for you. That far outdid the idea of being mindlessly grabbed by Beel or teased to no end by Mammon. At least Satan was being courteous. "Fine," you decidedly stated. "Only because nobody would really expect it to be you who ate me." Satan's tail started weaving behind him, his ears and tiny whiskers forward. "In exchange, you'll be a good little mouse, run and hide, right?" You agreed and the moment the words were out Satan crouched down, about to pounce on you. Instinct kicked in and it was off to the races. You darted under the bed, now somewhat genuinely afraid. "I know you're under there, MC. And you can't hide forever." A hand reached for your tail and you squeaked, sprinting out the other side and running along the wall. "Silly little MC, don't tell me you're actually scared. This might just be too easy." You hid yourself behind a pile of books and watched as Satan stood to full height, towering above you. "Hm, I wonder where MC went?" His tail twitched, then pushed cleanly aside the books you were behind. "There." Next thing you knew, you were in the air, dangling by your tail above a familiar yet far far more terrifying maw. You went down in barely a single gulp. Satan started purring, satisfied. "You aren't the most filling right now MC, but I can feel every single time you move." In a slight panic you scampered about the dark, warm and dank space. "You're mine for a while MC. All mine."

[im-cow]

Do u make milk

i do not like this quesion very much

[queenie-the-court-jester]

Hi queenie, here Is your Male Ocs lover, I saw your post so I'll Make you a question about the reactions of your male Ocs, when they find out about Cotton mating with The Reader.

How do you think the boys would react to that? Could Cotton escape the wrath of The Boys? I leave it in your hands.

PS: You know how to do your yanderes very well, I loved Benny's, Kisses

-👍

YAYAYAYA HI 👍!

So cotton wasn't originally supposed to be apart of the yandere farm but this is an au where he is! In the original story he's supposed to be a solo yandere but in my oc kink list 2 I added him there since he's a hybrid 💀

Lmao so here's a Tiny list of who would rock his shit: (all the OCS that are amab)

Brutus, bubba, Coachella, kiki, Kim, tancho, Gabriel, king, prince, sweet pea, Timothy, harmony, Roxy and Johnny

The ones who would be pissed but wouldn't do anything:

bladviba, big daddy, Casper, Miguel, foolish, Simon, Sydney, tsu, koromo, mason, wehrner, poka, Silas and Milo

The girls are all over the place, most of them are insane

But all in all, they're all pissed to some degree so if cotton doesn't want his shit rocked, he better stay hidden in his burrow he's not going to hide, he'll follow y/n around with a shit eating grin

[fanaticalthings]

Imagine the batkids using incredibly absurd objects as units of measurement to confuse the people around them:

Jason: Oh wow! The closet space in this room is huge!

Jason: You could fit like– three average-sized male bodies in here.

Bruce:

Jason, tearing up: It's perfect.

____

Damian: I think this watchtower room is inadequate. If you multiplied Batcow's surface area by 16, she would not fit in here.

JL: ???

Damian: It is unacceptable.

____

Dick, at a crime scene that took place inside a mansion: The infrastructure of this place is impressive! Especially the main hall. I'd live here!

Cop: Uh-why?

Dick: It has enough space to fit Batman's dinosaur at least 4 times!

Cop: His-his what? Batman's what??

[shiftythrifting]

PUNK COW!! Currently in the window of the second-hand shop in Ettelbrück. IDK, I would get her, had I any idea at all what to do with her after that.

I think that's a poodle cow. Moodle?

[cvbullshit]

Is no one going to talk about the possibility of Ollie being that Smiling Critters Cow character that people found way back when?

Everyone is saying either they're a normal kid or they're Hoppy Hopschotch(my angel bunny <3)

And while Ollie's name being green and the voice matching Hoppy's a bit, I will admit, I don't think it's Hoppy.

Ollie says themselves that all the (Bigger Bodies) Smiling Critters, apart from CatNap, are gone, unaware about DogDay's tortured state. While Ollie may not be a Bigger Bodies version, it's still odd that they wouldn't count themselves, though then again they didn't count the mini Critters, if they were aware of them.

The Cow is not apart of the line up of Smiling Critters, so this could explain that.

The way they talk is way too cartoony, specifically child cartoony, more like how the Smiling Critters talked in the show. There's no way a real child would talk that way, all slow and drawn out as if trying to teach children, unless they got a bad voice actor lmao.

The Cow, being Smiling Critter-like, could explain this again, they're just talking how the Critters possibly would've talked to kids or in the show. Though, the only issue would be the present state of everything, because why on god's earth would Ollie keep speaking like that when everyone is dead and the other Critters are definitely... Not child friendly.

The Cow also hasn't been given a name yet, leaving it open to be something relating to Ollie, though idk what full, clever punned, name could have "Ollie" with it for a cow.

Though, I could be looking into this way too much, as the cow wasn't even stated as an official character by the developers, for all I know, they could be a scrapped Smiling Critter.

However...

Take a look to PickyPiggy's cutout, with the button. She lists different foods that come from the same species as her friends, then offers for you two to be friends, implying she'd willingly eat her own friends. Interesting thing to note though, beef was one of those foods. And I doubt you get beef from a bear, a cat, or a dog.

[tag-that-oc]

All of my OC's are fandom OC's. Does that make them bad or less original? I personally don't think so, but I'm curious to see other people's Input since I was told that one of my OC's was unoriginal once because she was related to a canon character from a T.V. show I love

no! not at all! there's nothing with making fandom ocs and theyre no less creative than any other ocs. all ocs are welcome here!