#gremlin's ocs

[precuregremlin]

I finally drew a quick one of Cure Flip in his precure outfit. Yes, he’s very normal compared to most precures... that’s the point. Lol. Skater boy ain’t got time for frills and bows, they get in the way of his sick moves.

Anyway, maybe I’ll draw cure Twirl next. She’s a bit more... precure styled... than him.

[stinkys-messy-reblogs-page]

DOOODLE DUMP TIIIIIIMMEEEEE ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

I did these doodles while I'm on vacation rn so of course the colors are a bit limited .

[gnawingaikatsugremlin]

I got bored and attempted a Sa-chan. I’ve been working on a non-AIkatsu project since October, so I haven’t had much time to draw anything else.

Quick sketch of the idol, post 30 day trial. She is still so unaware of the hell she stepped into...

[mlarty]

Love is...

speaking of their relationship

[notherpuppet]

Omg I forgot to share my hellaverse sonas with you all. I couldn’t decide between the two. They both represent me LOL

I like the idea of being a sheep demon because bighorn sheep are my fav animals 🐏 and I’m also an Aries ♈️ ♥️

They would both work for alastor but I think their jobs would be different

Left: electrical engineer/designs radios (I like the idea of her being a craftsman)

Right: marketing/publicist (I like the idea of all her ideas being shut down by alastor)

[choccy-milky]

(ominis is already on his family's plan but he's there to annoy seb anyway)

[heartfullofleeches]

Brie [🌽 Star Yan]: Do people like the real me? Do they care what's behind a pretty face?....Am I even that pretty to start with?

Gremlin Reader, sitting in Brie's lap holding a bag of shredded cheese: Another fistful of cheese for you, my liege? Only the best for the Lord of cheese.

Brie, hugging Reader to his chest: You're the most important thing in the world to me. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you....

Gremlin Reader: ...Are you talking to me...or the cheese?

[paracosmicessence]

nuclear bomb sneeze

[pocket-dragon]

Computer, show me BG3 post game seven year timeskip convos

[ariakey]

Finally I can show off the fanart of my fav gremlin in TwinRunes you're welcome! Have the tomato devil 🍅 🍅 🍅 @akanemnon

[hakugin0]

Say hello to number 2 and then start praying since you thought about someone else in front of them

I swear I'll soon be done with my father levi agenda... eventually... probably

[spoopywhiskers]

At the mercy of tumblr compression for this one, but attack on @snippit-crickit

Im really proud of myself on this such a fun goober to draw!

[stinkys-messy-reblogs-page]

RANDOM DOODLES TIME!!!!!!!

[caemidraws]

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[dudethatsmyundeaduncle]

DP x DC AU

Danny's gonna adopt all the Halfas in Gotham whether he wants to or not, and it's gonna start with the little dead girl he found after crawling out of that portal in the league base.

Pt 2 here. My Au Art

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There's a dead little girl sitting on the rug in front of Danny's coffee table curiously eating Cheetos.

Well, she's not all the way dead, only half, could even be a little less then that, Danny would know he's sort of the leading expert on being half dead.

Her skins blue, like comic book mystique blue, vibrant and impossible to miss. Shes got these big black eyes and a nasty split going straight through her upper lip to just under her right eye.

She's also missing her nose, it's just gone, no cartilage left over just the gaping nasal cavity like skulls have.

The little girl looks dead, she is dead, or she's at least as dead as Danny is which is almost exclusively in name only.

Her name is Curaré, Danny only knows it because it's been branded into the skin of the little girls neck, just under the curve of her bald skull.

Curaré is terribly thin, the little toddler sized T-shirt she has on hangs loose around her torso where baby fat should fill it out.

She's horrible to look at, a tiny nightmare, her corpse like coloring doing nothing to mitigate the appearance.

Curaré was neither a healthy nor normal little girl, there was no way Danny could have left that league facility without her.

Oh and she almost exclusively spoke in Spanish which made finding her dinner hard.

Not that Cheetos are really dinner, little kids need to eat more then that Danny was pretty sure, like 89% sure. Although they did have a lot of calories...

Danny tilts his head absently as he looks at her, the little demon being illuminated red and green by the glow of the TV. She's enraptured by the Scooby doo rerun Gotham's only spanish language channel is playing tonight.

As if she can feel his eyes she turns to him and tilts her head the same way.

Danny blinks at her, Curaré blinks back.

" Uh- " Danny starts, trying to remember anything from his Spanish elective from sophomore year. God, his teacher had been right he had needed to study more. " The Cheetos, you like them? They're uh...bueno? Oh! Son Buenos?"

He points his finger down at the snack sized bag in her grasp, her fingers are tiny , they must be so fragile, looking at the desperate grasp they have on the bag makes Danny's chest hurt. How could anyone be so small? Had Danny ever been that small?

Curaré blinks again, long and slow, processing Danny's words. She looks down at her Cheetos and back up at Danny then she carefully holds the bag out to him.

" Oh no that's ok they're for you kiddo" Danny insists.

Curaré shakes the bag at him, like enticing a stray cat with treats but he only shakes his head again.

She gives up after that, shrugging and turning back to her cartoons.

Inside her chest Danny can feel her ghost core vibrate placidly as Scooby and Shaggy run across the TV in a panic.

Danny's own core can't help but try to match it's frequency, a low contented humming echoes between them, safe it seems to say.

Curaré can't be older then 4, which means she was resurrected young and that she died even younger. Danny doesn't know how any of it happened, halfas aren't created easily, the amount of energy needed...

She's so small.

He hopes it was fast, whatever it was that did this to her, made her like him.

Danny also hopes that her injuries aren't permanent. Some ghosts keep the carnage of their corpses well into the after life but as a Halfa Curaré should heal, even if she got those injuries during her ressurction. For her sake it'll be much easier to find some sense of normalcy if she isn't always actively bleeding, even if the blood itself is just an ecto-echo of real blood.

Danny curls his knees up to his chest and hides his face for a moment just trying to breathe. He's too young to be taking care of a toddler, he's still six months away from turning 18 and hes got school on Monday. His eyes burn and his throat constricts as he tries to swallow.

No one else but Danny would know how to take care of Curaré, and she's got no family to try and stumble their way through it. Danny can't take her back to the league and he sure as hell isn't going to search for whoever put that brand on her neck.

Even if he dropped her off at the fire station Gotham only has one Meta focused orphanage, it's state run and all the kids in it have to wear little prison style jump suits. And the food sucks, Danny can personally vouch for that.

She doesn't have a home, she's just as out of place here in Gotham as Danny is. Danny really wishes, not for the first time, that he had an adult here. Like Jazz or hell even Mr. Fuckin Lancer.

Just anyone. Anyone who could tell Danny what to do about this. Who could help him out with the child he's suddenly acquired.

He wishes anyone else was here so it wouldn't just be him and Curaré. Two dead kids sitting on the floor of a studio apartment in the Bowery watching cartoons.

What a pair the two of them will make, oh God. Danny laughs as a few tears stain his jeans.

Curaré makes a curious little noise that has Danny forcing his head up. She's reached the inevitable end of her snack sized bag and she looks absolutely devastated. She turns to look at him, tilting the empty bag towards him as if to say ' can you believe this shit!'

Danny can't help but give her a watery smile, no more crying Fenton, and wipes his nose on the back of his hand.

" Okay, one thing at a time." Danny tells himself. " You finished your Cheetos and now it's time for dinner, right? Stop me if I'm wrong."

Curaré just looks at him.

Danny's not worried, they're gonna have all the time in the world to teach her to appreciate humour and also English.

" I'm going to take that as a yes. " Danny hops up off the floor and goes to find his phone, nobody does dinner like the local Batburger.

Little foot steps follow him into the hallway, he'll have to get used to that sound he's going to be hearing it a lot.

Food first, everything would be better after they ate.

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For BG I imagine he's been living in Gotham for a few months and found Curaré while popping in and out of different portals in Gotham. (Who woulda guessed that some portal in Gotham leads right to the lazarus pit)

Note: if u wanna see cool art for this AU it's all in the Danny and the little dead girl au tag on my pg!

[cosmicwhoreo]

.... Okay, so I might have made a ahit oc during my downtime. Based on the idea of "yeah the idea of hat kid being a little space orphan doing a job is sad.... But what if they were separated from their family and needed to get back home instead?"

And what if their worried mother came to the planet they were on, looking for them after they'd JUST LEFT like a month ago?

SOOOOOO HERE'S SUMMER!

I may have gotten carried away with myself on this idea-