#fantasy ocs

[petricorah]

Robin’s quiet life as an apothecary is plunged into chaos when he finds out he’s the Saint, a person blessed with the power to heal anyone he touches. He’s overjoyed to have the ability to help people—until he realizes that the king plans to limit Robin’s abilities to aid in his war.

What's more, the crush he once thought was hopeless is now starting to pay attention to him, just as his childhood friend, Cassian, returns from the warfront, pledging to protect him as he serves as Saint. With nobles vying for his loyalty, the king's restrictions, and constant threats to his life, can Robin find a way to stay true to himself and help people? Or will he be swallowed up by a world he doesn't belong in?

my first complete oc comic! [ids in alts] if you'd like to know more, i have some character sketches and notes here, and the first four chapters of their fic is here :) thank you for reading!

[queenie-the-court-jester]

A devil in disguise

Yandere fantasy ocs x gn reader

They're not really yandere in this fic, I'm saving that for later

Tw: none that I can think of, not proofread 🌺

⭐you were just an ordinary villager. Living in a cottage you Inherited, making a living by owning a bakery in the nearby village. You didn't think there was anything appealing about you. Nothing making you stand out. Well, the villagers thought differently. It was mainly filled with different mythical races, making you the only human.

⭐one day you were setting up shop like always, a suitor or two trying to get your attention when suddenly screams could be heard from outside. Rushing to see what was the commotion, a young.. girl? Man? Was fighting off a horde of wild goblins. Littering the ground with their little bodies. They fought valiantly, slashing one after the other.

⭐in the end they came out victorious, but heavily injured. You herded the other villagers away, a bar maiden helping you pick up the adventurer and taking them to your little bakery. She set them down and quickly left as you looked for your first aid, carefully cleaning up the blood and grime off their face.

⭐you did end up requiring to remove their clothing to better patch them up, sincerely hoping they wouldn't feel uncomfortable once they woke up. You stayed overnight in the bakery since your cottage was pretty far and you didn't want to leave the newcomer alone. The sound of fabric rustling woke you up.

⭐ lifting your gaze upwards, you were met with big green eyes staring into your own, faces inches apart. Their blonde hair was messy and a strand draped across their face. They reached a hand out, and booped your nose before pulling away. Intently observing the room.

"uhm.. thank you for fighting off those feral goblins. What is your name, sir or ma'am..?"

"Gideon. What is your name, lovely?"

"y/n. It's a pleasure to meet you"

⭐Gideon thanked you repeatedly and offered to help you out for a bit. You agreed, and with the time they spent with you,you learned they were a he. They didn't mind any pronouns, just that they were born amab.

"you see. I was on my way here to wait for my friends when I noticed those nasty green bastards hiding in the bushes. I couldn't just let those vermin attack such a lovely village."

"you're very brave Gideon.. I wish I knew how to swing a sword"

"I can teach you, if you'd like my dear"

�� Gideon shows you the basics of wielding a sword, he offered to show you how to hunt game aswell. The first hunt came out.. interesting. He'll have to make you exercise with him daily from now on.

⭐2 weeks have passed now, Gideon was helping you bring groceries into your cottage when you heard a loud yelling coming from not too far away

"GIDEON!? IS THAT YOU?"

⭐ turning around, you spot a girl who seems to be your age standing a few feet away. She seemed tired yet so elated. Gideon set down the basket carrying the vegetables and quickly rushed over to her

"darling! Oh there you are! Where are the others? Are you alright? You're not hurt are you?"

⭐the girl waved off his worrying, about to say something when suddenly she turned her attention to you

"Wow.. well hello there gorgeous~"

⭐the girl walked up to you, wiggling her eyebrows and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. You could only stare at her and laugh in mild amusement. After Gideon thoroughly disciplined her on why she shouldn't flirt with people she doesn't know, you learned that their entire party were on their way to recollect him.

⭐so now you had 2 roommates. It was pretty fun, they helped with chores and kept you company. Darling seemed to really like your bakery, helping every chance she could. They enjoyed being with you, you were so much fun! They knew they'd have to leave as soon as the others came, so One night, the two waited for you to go to sleep. Talking outside near a pond, a bit far away from the cottage

"I don't know Gideon.. they're not exactly built for adventuring with us.."

"yes.. but you weren't built for this life either. We trained you. And we can do the same for our little y/n. They already knows the basics, We'll just need to convince them before the others arrive"

⭐and that's what they did. For the next three days, they kept pestering you to join their party. So don't worry, they'll train you. Aren't you tired of this boring life? Don't you wanna explore? Just find someone to run your bakery for you until you come back!

⭐and that's how you ended up here. Catching a ride on ogmund, the party's barbarian tank. You were happily chatting away, braiding his hair while you were at it. He told you all about his tribe, orc traditions, his past adventures. You nodded along, adding input every now and then

⭐darling was walking alongside you both, chewing on something, you don't know what, and holding ogmund's hand. The orc seemed use to the girls touchy nature. Darling was the party's druid. Specializing in healing and natural magic. Her little ears would twitch, with the occasional flick of her tail. Panther hybrids were so cute.

⭐Gideon was the party's paladin, you remembered they told you about their reasoning for choosing this life. As a boy his family was slaughtered, leaving only him and his younger sibling rougé Alive. Their mothers were brothel workers while their father was the owner. Don't ask them about their family.

⭐rougé was the party's bard. They were a half elf, like their brother and very flirty and touchy with whoever they deemed as a fun pick. Darling seemed to be their main target since she gets easily flustered. You had the sneaking suspicion they often slept together with how their physical affections towards her seemed too intimate. The only reason they didn't come after you so often was because they didn't ogmund to snap their spine in half

⭐mikal was the party's sorcerer. A stubborn little prick, proud and haughty. Just give him a good thwack on the head and he'll shut up. Once, you you were playing with his hair and he stood rigid the entire time. Simply nodding when you'd compliment his beautiful silver locks. It contrasted well with his near black skin. Who knew dark elves were so sexy? (Fucking everyone)

⭐venus was the party's cleric, and boy, darling had massive beef with him. For what reason? You don't know, they just really fucking hated eachother. Venus, out of everyone, was the most reserved. It'll take you a whole to tear down his walls but you'll get there eventually.

⭐from what the party told you, you were on your way to save a couple friends. You were practically buzzing with excitement, your first real adventure! Maybe you'd find a fighting class that suits you best while you're at it.

⭐ blissfully unaware of the pair of eyes staring at you from stop the trees..

[winterfoxo]

Wanted to draw my main fellas as The Breakfast Club poster for YEARRRS and I’ve finally done it yippee!

[ashtreegt]

a g/t story about touch

Sae’s Meditation on Touch, Freedom, and Warmth. 

Cutting through the churning waves of the Great Wine Sea is a ship, a merchant vessel ripped apart and rebuilt too many times to count. Her night-dark hull is one with the inky shadows, disappearing and reappearing from vision in great swaths of black wood, seeming infinitely large. She does not sleep through this night, nor does she any. There is no stillness that can be found aboard but in the air of the cabins below. 

Sae, residing down in the deepest bowels of the MS. Maelstrom, has never known total stillness. Their youngest years were spent in tree-bark houses that swayed in the canopy. Their oldest memories are heavy with the din of life hidden in the trees, the secretive whispering of leaves in the wind, the heavy flapping of wings, all of it now parodied and replaced by the lurching movement and unnatural din of the Maelstrom. 

It's not healthy to consider the past. 

But to forget… 

How long will they be here until they can't remember a time before they wore this chain? 

Sae’s feathers ruffle down his back, a prickling chill racing through him. 

May the world forbid it. 

Sae curls into themself, chilled despite the burning candle. They press their thighs to their chest and wrap their wings around their slight form. Their face stays uncovered, their gaze stays fixed on their newest companion. 

Melody sleeps in a canvas hammock, her head is thrown back and her mouth lays open, one arm hangs down, as wide and strong as an ash tree. Her hammock sways with the rocking of the ship, dragging her limp hand across the floor. There is only the sound of her breathing, of the gentle scrape of her knuckles over the floorboard. 

It is easier like this. To have someone in the room, alive, reminding Sae that they still live. Melody shifts in her sleep, humming a toneless note and turning her face away from the light. 

It will only last, Sae reminds themself, this facsimile of companionship, until the Maelstrom reaches Mailon’s ports.  

Then Melody will be free. 

Sae rises and stretches their pale, skinny wings, casting a shadow over the hammock. He hops into the air, gliding a short distance to land on Mel's foot, their claws digging into her thick woolen sock. Sae stares down at the being below them, her breathing long and slow, impossibly large, as most creatures on Red are. Her sock is warmed by the candle, but not much else. Hammocks don't do much for insulation, but this room is at least deep in the body of the ship, far from any night breeze that tries to creep through the hull’s cracks. Melody will be warm enough, large as she is, but Sae, slight and sickly from their years in the dark, cannot escape the chill that pricks them. 

They can only imagine that warmth. 

Sae’s chain hangs to drape itself over Mel’s ankle like grim jewelry. It's stupid to approach another creature, a sleeping creature. Stupid to come even this close. 

But Sae doesn't leave, stupid as it is. They take another hopping step towards the flat expanse of her sleeping chest, lured and soothed by the gentle rise and fall of it. It's just out of sync with the waves that rock them. Sae’s chain drags behind him, trailing up Mel’s leg, clinking gently as he moves. To her, the sound would be insignificant. Hidden beneath the noise of the world. By the scraping of her knuckle on the floorboard.  

It's loud to Sae. 

They step onto the solid plane of her hip bone, flexing their talons in the fabric beneath, warm with life. The living ground shifts as Sae crosses onto the soft stretch of her stomach, rising and falling. Sae's balance isn't shaken by Mel's breathing, they've earned their sea legs many times over. They stand steady just below her navel, gazing up at her face as he is lifted up and down. Sae can feel her pulse beneath their talons, can hear the deeper, stronger pounding of her heart only a few inches deep. To join her, Sae needs only to kneel, to lower themself to lay atop the life-warm coal of Melody’s heart. 

They do. 

The cotton of her nightshirt is warm as if it was laying in the sun, and beneath the fabric, seeping through to melt the chill from Sae’s flesh, is living heat. Sae spreads his wings, letting the strained muscles lay flat and slowly, bit by bit, relaxes into the tender warmth. A shaky breath escapes them, unbidden. He can do nothing but close his eyes and listen to the heartbeat that pounds a beat against their slim form.  

They won't fall asleep here. It wouldn't be safe, not at all. But it is nice to doze, to bask in the heat and the rhythmic beating of her heart. Sae keeps their self made promise. Their eyes stay cracked open, gazing out to nowhere, basking in the heat below them, infinitely warmer than the meager fire of the candle. 

Sae does not weep, but something tender and vulnerable unfurls in their chest, making their wings droop a little further. His eyes are closed now, savoring the momentary sweetness, and they are closed still when an unyielding, warm swath of thick skin presses them to Melody’s chest. Sae flails reflexively, their wings flapping, legs lashing, but the heat that surrounds them saps their fight the longer no harm comes. Mel’s hand does not come down to crush, just lays over top of Sae, palm slightly cupped to give them ample space. He could slip out if he tried. 

It's for these reasons that he doesn't. They stay beneath Melody's cupped hand and rest, contented and calm. Her hand is massive above him, though nothing at all like the violentsailors who would grab at him. Her fingers are long and delicate, the skin of her palm soft but for her calloused fingertips from her years of plucking strings. Sae turns their face into the crook of one of her fingers and sighs at the peace and darkness there. She does not move to hurt him, just holds her warm heavy hand over his form. 

Slowly, the chill abates. Their tiny tremors cease, ones that Sae had not noticed until they were gone. Their wings buzz with life, prickling as the cold flesh reawakens, and Sae stretches deeply, an unwitting coo welling from their throat. Melody hums in response, a deep, warm rumbling trembles through Sae's body like rolling thunder. 

When was the last time they felt like this? Safe and whole. Warm. 

The heat stretches its generous fingers through the whole of Sae's body, and continues even then. Sae’s brow furrows, their wings twitching with an energy they should not possess. Then, like a cup overflowing and spilling out, Sae feels it. The rush of energy, of power, of life- the burning familiar feeling of their body being overrun with vitavi.

It is not their mind but their body that tears out of Melody’s feather-soft grasp. He flies across the room, nearly burning himself on their candle, and lands in a heap, leaning forward and gripping the damnable collar, pulling the iron band as far from his chafed throat as he can. The chain swings pendulously from their neck, glinting like a weapon in the dimness. Power prickles through their wings, but it isn't… it isn't… 

Sae chances a glance up. 

Melody has awoken, her enormous form sits in silent stillness but for the rocking of her hammock. She watches Sae, her dark eyes reflecting the candlelight. Sae watches her watch him, and breathes. It was Melody, and she wasn't trying to hurt him. It really doesn't feel at all like the chain’s enchantment, now that Sae is focusing. It doesn't hurt. It doesn't leave their body trembling almost too hard to stand, burning with an unnatural energy. 

“Are you alright?” Melody asks, her voice whispered and rough with sleep. “Did I hurt you?” 

“No.” Sae manages to choke out, still clutching the collar. “You didn't. I'm not hurt.” 

“You left in a hurry.” Mel mumbles, lying back down. “Why were you sleeping on me?”

“I wasn't sleeping,” Sae defends, rising to their feet and folding their wings behind them. The initial rush of magic has abated by now, leaving nothing but a buzz of pleasant warmth. “I was getting warm.” 

“Ah.” Mel intones with an air of understanding. “We can share my hammock, Sae. If it's too cold here.” 

“You don't worry you'll crush me?” Sae asks skeptically, rustling their wings and gliding closer, landing on the barrel on which their candle burns   

“I'm a sound sleeper, I've been told.” Melody says, sounding as though she were already slipping back into sleep. Sae almost thinks she has when she speaks again, sleepy and low, her voice rumbling deeply through the still air. 

“Why did you fly away?” 

Sae stands in silence but for the slight rustling of feathers for a few moments, as if Melody might forget her question and fall asleep, but her eyes stay open and fixed curiously on him.

“You… put your hand over me. While you were sleeping,” Sae says slowly, swallowing past a strange lump in his chest. “And channeled your vitavi into me. I didn't realize what you were doing until it overflowed. It…” 

“I'm sorry,” Melody says, stronger and clearer now. Sae raises his head to see Mel risen up on her elbows, her eyes still fixed on him. “I hope it wasn't like with-” 

“It wasn't.” Sae says, firmly enough that it surprises themself. “It… didn't feel anything like the curse. It wasn't unnatural.” 

Melody relaxes, sinking back into her hammock. Sae hops up onto the canvas edge, 

“Did it stay?” Melody asks in a whisper. “The vitavi?” 

Sae pauses, staring off into nothing as they look inward. They can feel the warmth being pulled away, drawn into the iron collar. He can feel the prickling cold pushing in at the edges, snarling to reclaim him. 

“The curse is siphoning it,” Sae admits quietly. “But it's… slower. It doesn't hurt as much.” 

“Good.” Melody breathes, closing her eyes. “I didn't intend to send my magic into you, but I know why I did it… I can sense it, how depleted your vitavi is. It feels like a cold spot that I’m drawn to fill.” 

“Yeah.” Sae sighs. “That's what it feels like for me, too.” 

They spend a few seconds in silent stalemate as Sae wavers on the edge of the hammock. 

“Come lay with me?” Melody asks, the raspy whisper like leaves in the wind. 

They do. 

[celestite-caroline]

golden ink

[laplaces-angel]

dos idiotas ❤️

i've had these ocs since i was like 11 (they have been redesigned and rewritten countless times) and they're very dear to me lol

(you know the drill click for better quality)

[lemonadier]

medieval fantasy oc explorations

[paperwattle]

working on some samples for commission sheets and accidentally created yet another fuckin vampire oc. the lore expands ever onwards.

the actual commission type this reference is for is greyscale headshots, i just made a coloured version because he became an Actual Guy in my head and i needed to work out a palette for him for personal reference.

[evil-cryptile]

A small comic/illustration of my ocs Tav and Zuza :]

Some exposition and concept art under the cut vv

Tav is a species of human, their pronouns are they/he. He has never really used makeup because of his upbringing and the value of vanity is very new to them. Zuza is a rusałka, or freshwater siren, she goes by any pronouns. Her species is based on the rusałkas in slavic mythology. In this piece she is in her human disguise, one she based off of her first love after she passed, making the act of sharing parts of her appearence- like makeup, something intimate and affectionate.

When she isn't in her human form, she will look like any other Rusałka, for which i have made this concept art sheet:

[petricorah]

redrawing memes as my ocs from my fic [id in alt]

[circusballoon]

Semi-annual tradition of drawing my OC Elcycinu (any pronouns) being dramatic for Friday the 13th~ No specific rules to it besides relax and have fun

I highly recommend making a tradition of drawing something with the same themes, it's fun to see a collection of different approaches to the same idea over the years

[winterfoxo]

Covetous Equivalence

A playing card-inspired thing with Feliques (he/him) and Jess (they/them) from some months ago! :P

[crowwery]

been meaning to post more art on tumblr so here’s a castle i made :-) click 4 better quality !! and follow me on ig @ crowwery if u like my art i post more there :3

[IMAGE DESCRIPTION: three versions of a digitally painted medieval stone castle covered in snow with blue banners hanging from the windows, a green garden, and two stone wolves out front. in the first image, the garden is covered with a blue translucent forcefield, keeping the snow off. in the second image, the forcefield has been removed to better show the garden. the third image is a closeup on the stone wolves, which both have little piles of snow on their heads. END ID]

[architectpoet]

[ashtreegt]

melody and sae having a secret covo in one of the closets on the MS. Maelstrom