#dare oc

[blackberry-bloody]

Ignore this! Posting some refs so I can link them for my app the @whump-art-exchange >:3 (thank you for the tag to my main @cepheusgalaxy!)

[safespaceshapes]

Whumptober Day 5

Debris | Pinned Down | “It’s Broken.”

Characters: Dare (She/Her), Orius (He/Him)

The ringing in her ears died down after a while, far too much time passing for her to properly judge. Dust and smoke filled her lungs and she fought against it for precious air, her breaths coming out in wheezy gasps.

Only the more air she took in, the more apparent it was that something was pinning her chest down, teetering on the edge of breaking her ribs.

Did they make it out? They had to have, right?

“Guys?” Her voice was barely a whisper, pathetic and meek. Unlike her. “Guys!”

She was loud. Brash. Daring. She was Dare, for heaven’s sake!

So why was it so hard to get up and running?

“G-Guys?” The girl’s lip trembled and she screwed her eyes shut, trying to keep the tears in. Goddammit, it wasn’t supposed to end up like this.

Dare tried to move, only for the sound of concrete grinding against concrete echo in the space.

Right. The base. She—She’d helped them! She warned them! They didn't... They wouldn't leave her after that, right?

So why was she here?

Something sharp pressed against her back and Dare grunted, her free hand scraping against the floor.

No… No, she… She didn’t want to die alone. Not like this.

“Guys?” Her voice was barely audible now, strained.

It all went black.

.

.

.

Until she was woken up by voices and movement.

“…ful. On my mark. And… hup!”

In an instant, Dare gasped for breath only to choke on the fine particles of debris. Something held her head up, keeping her steady as she cleared her lungs. Tears freely flowed down her face.

“There ya go. Easy, now. Orius! She’s living.”

She leaned her whole weight against the woman, aching for any warmth. Any comfort. Damn it.

“M-My arm, I—I can’t…”

“We know. It’s broken.”

She coughed, but a bitter smile snuck onto her face.

“Figures.”

Orius gently placed his hands under Dare, who hissed, trying to move.

“Don’t do that, you might hurt yourself further. Steady…”

She couldn’t do more than suck in a sharp breath.

“You’re all right. You’re okay, there we go. You’ll be fine.”

[ask-my-ocs-please]

Richard, if you absolutely HAD to choose between killing Dare or killing yourself, what would you choose?

"If I had to choose, with no other option -" Richard pauses a moment before continuing "- I would kill myself."

"I simply could never bring myself to end the life of my darling Darren."

[willfullwanderer]

deceptively delicate

[evelyn-and-art]

Who in the world gets entertained by this stuff? Hey, won’t you tell me? With a smile—up, pull, pull. (MoeChakkaFire by Issey)

[capitan-copi]

[ask-the-pioneer]

Do you remember your mother’s face?

Marbles stares into the distance, trying to recall everything she can from when she was very, very young. The blue slugcat nods, her eyes betray a hint of sadness.

"I do... I see her in my mind. It's more of a feeling rather than an image. I think of all the fun adventures outside the shelter we lived in, and mom is always there, watching over. My brother is there too. I am small, and I am safe..."

Marbles' ears perk up.

"Oh, that's funny, I also remember something else... how bored I was in the shelter during the rain. There was little to do once we all scurred inside. I would play with my sibling, or draw in the dirt, or inspect little trinkets I gathered outside. I remember mom going to sleep almost immediately, out like a light. She slept a lot. Because of that, me and my brother couldn't frolic and make too much noise."

She scratches her cheek, her eyes still unfocused, staring at something far away.

"Huh... mom must have been exhausted. Funny how it makes sense now."

[ganondoodle]

Empress and her Bodyguard.

(OCs, grey haired lady Zaphira she/her, demon Shargon he/they)

(also some details up close)

and this guy bc i find him funny

[foresttt-png]

ladies, gentlemen, and everyone in between... i present to you, them. Then tomorrow I shall present you with them again.

[crownedinmarigolds]

I am sorry but I needed to draw them doing this. In my brain the context of the scene is "something is going down at some sex club in Atlanta and Ralph and Khlo are going under-cover." da;ljfkjdsl;f they're def into it and SO AM I!

[vampbloodbunny2]

Annabeth: So what did the paper in your fortune cookie say?

Percy, eating the entire cookie: the what in my what

[blackberry-bloody]

Reunion

Putting here bc of the context- (context under the cut)- even though this itself is wholesome.

Ok so- Dare, the shorter of the two, is Ian's forcefully estranged parent. This is their reunion.

Dare's husband took Ian away and made it impossible for Dare to visit except for special occasions. Then eventually any contact at all. Before Dare was then imprisoned for almost a decade.

Ian grew up with little to no memories of Dare, and what precious few he had were also altered by his father. Leading to Ian growing up resenting and hating Dare for abandoning him. Not knowing the situation they were in.

This is their reunion. Ian having finally gotten free from his father and Hell. And Dare finally freed from imprisonment and their awful marriage.

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@emmettland

[tsuutarr]

Yandere! Assassin x Noble! Reader

Spencer has always disliked people. They’re too loud, too annoying, too cruel. Even then, it’s not as if Spencer disliked people enough to kill them. It’s just that being an assassin is something that he’s good at. It pays his bills and he doesn’t really have to talk to a lot of people. What’s not to love?

Well, sure, maybe the murder part is a little… morally questionable. But all of Spencer’s targets have been morally questionable people anyway. 

So many people have heaps and heaps of skeletons in their closet – they really don’t have any room to judge him.

Speaking of skeletons, Spencer is pretty certain that his newest client has a few. Geoffrey Cullen, the Head Butler of the Arrington Estate… on the surface, he looks quite put together, but Spencer can’t help but find Geoffrey’s smile suspicious. But money is money and to be honest, Spencer could really care less.

Or, that’s what Spencer would like to think, but this assignment is a little… different from his other ones. This time, he’s being commissioned to be the personal assassin of the Arrington Estate on a trial basis. If his work is satisfactory, he’ll be hired full time. It’s… not a bad deal, really, but who has this many targets? Especially a butler of all people?

Spencer quickly finds out that he was hired to protect you, the heir to the Arrington Estate. Spencer isn’t entirely sure why you need all this protection and while he wouldn’t really care normally… he can’t help but be curious. He ends up watching you throughout the day when he’s not working. You’re… surprisingly fun to look at. You seem to be a hard worker and very kind. He likes looking at the various expressions that cross your features. He likes watching you banter with your workers. And, well, it’s weird to say, but… he kind of just likes watching you in general.

In some ways, he thinks you’re kind of… different from other people. A lot less annoying and loud and definitely not… cruel. Even in spite of your Father’s viciousness, you never seem to stoop as low as him. Spencer finds that admirable.

And well, maybe he finds you a little cute. And pretty. He’s never really thought that way about another human being before, so it’s all so new. But Spencer doesn’t dislike it – no, he actually rather likes finding joy in watching you and thinking you’re cute and all that. 

So, he really can’t help but put his best foot forward so that he can continue watching you for years and years to come. Maybe if he does good enough, he’ll be the Arrington Estate’s personal assassin long term, which would then allow him to watch you as much as he’d like. And maybe, just maybe, he’ll be able to talk to you (and maybe you’ll even know his name)!

Sure, he’ll stutter the entire time and he probably won’t be able to meet your eyes. But just imagining your smile directed at him? Oh, it makes butterflies swarm in his belly even as he slits the throat of one of your potential suitors. 

As Spencer leisurely cleans his bloodsoaked blade while sitting on a tree, he can’t help but think of how exciting his future looks when you’re there. 

Really, it’s just all so exciting.

[za0mbie]

Julie n Debbie outfit swap!!☁🌸

Plus some other sketches weee 🎸

[styxxsyringe]

in my dark room alone

[capitan-copi]