#most sentimental oc

[storytimeokami]

Storytime and his three different forms. The regular husky one is how he would look in real life, the blue husky without markings is how he normally looks and the last one with the markings is how he looks as he gets older and gains more power. I created him nearly ten years ago this October.

[frenchfry99]

Little Lilly redesign and some doodles of her hanging out with her bestie Loona 🐯🦋 ( @dxkjf haii‼️🗣️) (HWIEGFJSBGFJHD I LOVE THEM BOTH SM)

Didn't change much in Lilly's design, just the shapes mostly (circular baby yay)

[premamelody]

but what if i just rip out your throat and eternity slide right down the hole?

lore doc

[inexplicably-spookified]

diversity win! this witch is bi... lingual?

[ehlnofay]

Summerfest Day 4 - THIEF

It’s been so very many months, and still Arabella can’t come into the Bee and Barb without arousing suspicion. It’s a dreadful shame – of all the rickety wood buildings standing topside it at least had some variety. Before she’d even joined the guild, the innkeeper had let her behind the bar to cook her own meal when she’d wheedled (bland cheese, and meat bought off a street butcher, and beef bones, full of soft rich marrow) and the drinks they served had been interesting to look at, even if none of it was by any means fit for consumption. (Not even the mead, which was a nuisance and a half – all Black-Briar, here, with its spices and berries and inedible little extras.)

She pauses near enough to the door, for politeness’ sake; one hand resting lightly on the back of a varnished-smooth chair at a small table, a flat yellow cushion placed on its seat. The seam at the side is splitting. Talen-Jei sees her almost instantly from where he leans over a long table unloading a tray (he is well used, by now, to her sporadic appearances) and his face droops into blankness almost comically fast. She throws a smile at him – an easy quirk of the lips – and waits, patient, as he finishes with that table; he doesn’t look away from her even as he speaks to them, and then he’s coming over, empty tray tucked under his arm, tail held unnaturally stiff, to say quietly, “There is no-one here to meet you.”

(Arabella is very obviously not welcome in the Bee and Barb, but Maven Black-Briar is welcome everywhere; and it is known by all who frequent it that this is the inn she prefers to conduct business out of when it is business she doesn’t want to take into her home. Arabella has long since become the sort of business that is taken home, though of course she enters through the back way, and only at rare invitation. But of course a city-centre cupbearer has no way of knowing that. And of course he assumes that this is her purpose, when it’s been the only reason she’s ever appeared here ever since she threatened the innkeeps and their families for money and for sport.) (She really can’t blame them for their dislike, can she? Yet another way in which she must pick up after herself. Mend all the things she never expected to need unbroken.)

She smiles, all teeth. “I know,” she says, sunshine-bright. Talen-Jei’s gaze slips from her eyes. He pins it on again.

His tail lashes, once. “Then,” he says, word bitten off like it cracks against the sharp little ridges of his teeth, “you should take your business elsewhere. Underground, perhaps.” He’s holding the empty tray tight to his side as if she might try to rip it from his grasp and hit him over the head with it. (She really hasn’t made this easy for herself, has she? Oh, well. She’s always liked a challenge.)

“Harsh,” Arabella replies. She tuts, still, of course, smiling. “No need to be hostile, Talen-Jei, I’m only making a social call.”

The tail lashes again, sharply enough that she can almost hear it; his shoulders twitch sharply in an irritated almost-shrug. “Only – you can take your social call and –”

Frustration – that’s better than the inscrutable wariness; there’s so much more to do with it. “I hear congratulations are soon to be in order,” she cuts in smoothly, and he stills, eyes flicking toward the cluttered noise of the tavern before he brings them back. He’s doing an admirable job of holding her gaze; people tend to struggle, these days. Arabella unhooks a leather pouch from her belt – burnished to a reddish shine, the ends of its fraying wool drawstring hanging – and drops it, with a little flourish, on the table between them.

Talen-Jei looks at it. He does not touch.

“I feel we got off on the wrong foot,” Arabella says, the words smooth and rote. She clasps her hands. “You’re a businessman, yes? You understand that every company has its rough patches. Ours has lately been going through some – growing pains.” When he still doesn’t move, watching her with the sharp-eyed scepticism a bird might direct at a cat, she reaches out to loosen the string herself. It catches on one of her rings, and she wrinkles her nose as she works it free; goes back to smiling brilliantly once it’s done. “Water under the bridge, yes?”

When she lets go, the little bag flops onto its side, and three raw purple gemstones the size of knucklebones tumble free. Talen-Jei’s eyes do something very interesting.

(Karliah is a one-woman intelligence force, when she wants to be; it is immensely useful.)

(It’s been a very long time since Arabella’s had any use for her half-remembered knowledge in lapidary, if it were ever any good to begin with; but she was careful in selecting these stones, even though she wasn’t entirely sure she understood all the qualifiers for what would suit them to their purpose. They’re all large enough to cut down again, with the right tools, and unfinished, and each is a different shape. They’re all such a lovely colour, too; soft and crystalline, bright as plum-skin or snail dye.)

Flat-voiced, Talen-Jei asks, “What do you want?”

“I did say this was a social call,” Arabella reminds him. She pulls a face. “It would be a bit gauche to start making demands now.”

“What,” he says without the inflection of a question, “do you want.”

(Afraid; after last time, it reads as a threat. Like she’s taunting him. She isn’t offended – it’s an accurate interpretation of her character. What he needs is the terms laid out clearly. Which she planned for.)

(By Y’ffre, communication is such a chore. If she doesn’t think it all through ahead of time she talks herself into knots no-one knows how to unpick.)

Arabella nudges the little bag nearer to him across the tabletop; places her hands on either side of the chair-back so she can lean forward, pouting. “You’re ascribing to me an awful lot of malice, Talen-Jei,” she says, tipping her head. “Is it so hard to believe that I only want to be cordial? To be civil enough to make small talk about the weather, or the price of fish –” her tone is light, airy; she brings it down, just an edge under the chatter of the inn, “ – or, say, who’s commandeering common rooms of your inn without paying and who they speak to while they’re there?”

Talen-Jei looks at her for several seconds; his tongue flickers, for a moment, between his teeth, and he steps backward, looking almost as though it pains him. “No,” he says, voice like gravel. “I want no part of a power struggle.”

Neither unreasonable nor unexpected; Arabella smiles again, smooth and sweet enough to press dimples into her cheeks. “Quick on the uptake,” she remarks; “That would be useful. But there’s no hard feelings. You won’t have trouble from us again.”

Behind him, the inn is loud, smelling beautifully of food – most of it even edible – with the noise of the player in the corner half-drowned by the calling and chatter of people. Talen-Jei glances back at it all again, tail twitching; says, again with that watched-bird scepticism, “You speak as representative of the Guild. How? You’ve scarcely been here a year.”

(She had told him she was new to Riften when first she arrived, though she’s mildly surprised he remembered; the Guild is, for now, and quite famously, a Riften-only affair.)

Arabella cocks her head to the side. “As I said,” she says, with the air of one conveying a great and important secret, “we’ve been having growing pains.” He has left the drawstring bag open and untouched on the table; Arabella unbuttons the bag at her belt and pulls out a pair of neatly-folded sheets of vellum, tucks them inside the pouch without touching the leather. “A receipt of purchase,” she tells him without waiting for him to ask, “so you needn’t worry about ill-gotten gains, and a note, signed by me and stating in two languages that all accounts are balanced and I forfeit any right to ask for payment of any kind. Not Jel, I’m afraid, as I don’t speak it. Terribly sorry.” She isn’t. She leans back from the table, then – she’s been leaning too hard over the chair, and the position is beginning to ache – and clasps her hands; looks brightly at Talen-Jei, who is still watching her, either carefully inexpressive or at a loss for words. It can be hard to quite tell the difference, with Argonians. “A pleasure speaking with you,” she says with all the earnestness in the world, a sentiment she’s certain he quite emphatically does not share, “and best of luck with the engagement.” She starts backwards towards the door, smiling slick-sweet as honey. “And do keep me in mind, yes? I would so dearly love to be friends.”

[laidback-thrills]

Anonymous opinion: You’re one of the coolest artists i’ve ever come across in the entire internet. Everytime you post I do a lil leap of joy and dance across my room. Your aura is so fucking powerful tho that i’m always a lil scared to talk to you directly.Like I just comment using the reblog tags but that’s about it.

Anyways you’re really heckin cool ^^ :thumbsup:

(Also i really hope this is anonymous otherwise im gonna FREAK )

AUGH

When I reblogged that post I wasn't expecting for everyone to be so sweet.......My heart is seriously full!! You guys are all so nice. I'm so lucky to be surrounded with people like y'all.... You guys have always shown nothing but unending kindness and support and it just tickles me pink ... I'm so very flattered.

Also, teehee...taking a guess of who this is...I think I know ;D

but regardless...PLS DONT BE INTIMIDATED BY MY SIGMA (lol) ALPHA AURA.....I need friends..I want to Yap and hold hands and frolic forever.

[kibo-no-akademi]

//Man, can you believe it? It's been 10 years since i created Cateline... 🥺💚

[deepsixsquid]

Would you fuck with Splatoon the way that you do if you didn't have anyone to play/talk about the game with? No splat social media, forums, discord, or friends. Just you, Nocchan, and the solo queue

THAT is a really good question, had to think about this one for a long time For about as long as I can remember, I've been fine with enjoying a vast majority of things by myself, still kinda do even now. BUT, while I know that I would still enjoy Splatoon if I were completely solo, as I went into this series on my own in the first place, I would definitely NOT be as into it as I am now if I were on my own the whole time. A lot would be different if I didn't have places for clips/videos, talking with people, learning from people and, most importantly, if I didn't have my team. Honestly, without them, Nocchan probably wouldn't be here, I'd probably have an entirely different, and far less intense, squid being my main OC, and I definitely wouldn't be as confident, or as much of a fighter, if I didn't have all this.

I could ramble A LOT about this one, it got me thinkin about so many things But, to sum it up, nah, I wouldn't be as into it as I am without everything else, especially my friends It'd be more like "Man, this game's fun~" instead of "This series has gone on to have a profound impact on my life and changed me, as a a person, on a fundamental level"

[lemonmatronicsart]

First character made for the revamp era of my purple bitches

Chat, do we fw Dante

Some character info below \/

Name: Dante

Age: 32

Pronouns: He/Him

Gender: (Ft)Male

Sexuality: Open for HC :3

-Brother of Boogie and cousin of Tumble

-While Boogie moved to the cityscape, Dante stayed and continued living in the outskirts

-Dante is a hybrid, hybrids being more common in the outskirts

-Dante and Boogie do have different dads but same mom,, Dante was not planned but hey his mama still loved him all the same

-Both of their fathers are still around, Dante’s dad visiting often and being around when he was young. Despite his conception being a fling they did stil co-parent

-Dante and Boogie basically had 3 parents despite them not all dating

-Is related to Tumble through the mother’s side, if course

-Despite presenting a very fem aura he loooves getting muddy on the farm

-Loves to help ship food to the nearby circus, has been offered a job there before, wasn’t sure how to feel about that

[creativebrainrot]

names is such a fun oc im so glad i thought of nicknaming him names and started actually designing him mentally

hes basically just me but idealized. thats my love yourself therapy. if i come off as confident and secure that is true but its also a "mood" that will fade FAST if i encounter any kind of trigger. names is my therapy because he doesnt have that <3 hes an immortal shapeshifter hes been around for yEAARRRRRSSSSSSSSSSS he can travel dimensions if he wants and his home realm he has a bunch of friends who are as fucked up cryptid as he is because feed yourself!!!!!!!!!!! its an oc!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! use XD and :3 in 2024!!!!!!!!! world is fuck make that sparkle dog buy that hellokitty rice cooker get that barbie makeup palette buy the iron man figurine you always wanted live bitch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[optiwashere]

I am still catching up on kinktober forgive me 😭

but i've been reading the shadowheart and asheera fanfictions first because I love how you write them and the breeding kink one was so good. it was hot but also you wrote that part about shadowheart having a fantasy and how it sometimes jumped around in her head to different characters she was enjoying the fantasy with but also asheera was always where she ended up with in the end and that asheera was into it and thought it was harmless fun. that is so REAL and its one of the ways you make their relationship feel so honest and idk... real? I don't have a better word lol. not that shadowheart's WIFEY has to"approve" of her fantasies, but when asheera says it i dieeeee

sorry for the ramble i just love d asheera saying that fantasies are just fantasies it's so real and if i talk to ppl about ships they're going to be so confused when i say shadowheart and asheera are my #1

Aww anon! Don't worry about "catching up" to Kinktober. Those are for whenever now, there's no need to rush. I'm just glad they're being enjoyed 💜

And I really appreciate you mentioning that detail. That's something that I think is incredibly important in real relationships, and yeah I'm writing a high intensity, fantastical type of relationship that's even further amped up for the sake of good fiction, but a dose of reality mixed in helps make everything better IMO.

All that said, thank you so much for the lovely words because they're all supremely flattering. That anyone would call my lil OC/Shadowheart ship their favorite in the fandom is just 💜

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

🎒 If your OC had to pick three things of all their belongings to keep, which would they chose?

[ask game]

Heya, thanks for the ask! :)

🎒 If your OC had to pick three things of all their belongings to keep, which would they chose?

Neira: the Warden's Oath, her herb pouch, an experimental draught

Kala: her best dagger, Alistair's rose, her favourite dress

Liam: Bethany's bandana, Leandra's locket, Malcom's belt

Noya: Adaia's boots, Nelaros's ring, her blight-era sketchbook

[goldenboikuvasauce]

man I literally tossed out my ivara prime cos I didn't have the sentimental desire to rebuild and forma her when I spent a lot of my early warframe gameplay (accidentally and naturally) farming her normal version, and made my Ivara build with that.

[bonetrousledbones]

tbh i miss when this fandom was just really fucking weird

[husband-steve-cortez]

Despite being a renegade "ends justify the means" type of soldier, I think Ashley has to have her black and white feelings towards Cerberus as a sort of, she has to have lines even she won't cross. She has to have something to point at and go, at least I'm not that.

[listentothelittlebird]

thinking of the quizup app