#mutt's ocs

[femboyhorror]

doodle dump of random assortment of characters!!! in order...

angel lenore: i haven't been drawing them as much but they're an old self insert of mine. made this drawing of them a while back but never posted it.

anise: even older gf self insert! this one was from back in like 2019/2020! back when i used to self ship w/ luigi. gave their design a bit of an update here w/ short sleeves and earrings and combining the older hair design with the emo bangs i gave him later on.

marvin: wanted to try and make a lamb fursona. came out w/ this lad, a candy themed demon lamb! their design is inspired somewhat by the collector from toh and spinel from su.

theta: an older fursona i made a while back. finally went over and gave them a more detailed design here. still need to make a proper full piece with xem!

dolores: a new oc i'm still trying to figure out the details of.

[everchased]

so, Astarion and Finch. which one of them watches the other fight and thinks "that's so hot"?

finch finds astarion's skill and deftness with a blade VERY sexy admirable but i think the person who has that immediate "HOT" moment is astarion himself.

there is probably something immediately attractive to astarion "technically not a murderhobo but only because he dresses nice" ancunin about seeing a man who (for the most part) tries to favor persuasion decide that a situation is bad enough to call for killing someone

and swiftly, effectively, and mercilessly

following through with that decision.

[stitchy-face]

[oc] Low Hum

[grzybjek]

A collage I made for one of the characters from my newest story. His name is Kundel by the way hes an absolute manfail and a menace

[zangerdanger]

KILLER COYOTE 🔪🩸

[zenniefox]

This is Kaylo Muttsie, with a touch of bad Italian grammar. If he were to talk, he would probably sound like a 60's New York teen ruffian or something like that. Think Robert De Niro's character in Mean Streets (if you've watched it at least... a few clips is worth it I say)... troublesome, blunt and care-free.

[briizer]

Trigun gang monster au again but this time they ALL adopt mutt here

I’ll never be off my nonsense au bullshit warcries

Next>>

[icebitezart]

a character concept art commission that i drew for @vanittle

actually really proud of myself for how professional this looks skfhnksfh

[honeycollectswhump]

He’d do anything for her, even crawl and beg if she wanted to. Maybe for her, it’d be okay.

[whumpsoda]

We Search For Stolen Personhood - Blue Walls

Masterlist

cw: pet whump, box boy universe/bbu adjacent, Institutionalized slavery, past abuse, conditioned whumpees

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Prince had awoken, same time as always, the routine mechanically ingrained in his brain. Now, lying in the old, twin sized mattress of the bunk bed the people had provided, he dared not shut his eyes, dared not to blink, dared not stop staring, fighting against the overcoming call of slumber that still had its hold on him.

The walls were blue.

He blinked, once, then twice, then three times.

Not white, not painstakingly, achingly white, but blue. A grayish sort of the color - or maybe that was a trick caused by the dim light of the room, he couldn’t tell - but definitely not white.

He sipped in a long, filling breath, hands laid over his chest and feeling along with the movement. He wanted to touch it. He wanted to dance around, to jump and sing and cheer. To rub his whole body across it, to smoosh his entire face against it, because maybe it wasn’t real at all, maybe it was false. Prince didn’t want to be dreaming.

Ever so carefully he picked up a hand, watching with innocent fascination as it neared the wall. Then, he hesitated, pulling back and lingering in the air before the two could meet.

What if it crumbled beneath his fingers in an instant? Disappeared the moment he made contact? What if they were simply a trick of his mind, fake and never to be true?

But the woman was real. He’d heard her speak, heard her converse with Mutt. The stuffed animal she’d brought for him, a bright, vibrantly pink teddy bear, sat over his belly, fur tickling him along the rise and fall of his breathing. The toy was real, she was real, and so was the wall.

They had to be.

Carefully, jaw working, he forced himself to press one finger to the wall. No crumbling, no disappearance, no reality warping magic that he could have thought up. Then another, then another, then the rest. The touch was slightly cool, bumps of plaster scratching gently to his skin as he grazed his hand over it in big circles. 

The blue wall was real.

And he was out. 

A short gasp slipped through his lips, realization finally dawning, jumping along with the beat of his heart. The contorting churn and quease of his belly was evident, an anxious feeling overflowing, spilling and seeping into each and every crevice.

He wanted to be happy, he really did… but was that not enough? What was with the sore in his chest, coiling around, suffocating his lungs and making it hard to breathe? 

Hm? You want some outside time as a treat for being so good? Is that what I think I’m hearing, ‘719?

N- no! Ms., um, Handler Reeves, sir, please, no, no outside, please.

Really? Are you sure? I could’ve sworn you loved the outside… always asking about it, always dreaming about it, all that ugly fucking crying…

Please, Handler Reeves, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, no outside, please, I’ll do anything, I’ll be so good just no outside, outside is bad and scary an’ and horr- horrible an’ no outside, please-

That’s what I thought, ‘719.

Prince swallowed, hard, shaking his head of thoughts as the pulse of his heart picked up pace.

No outside for you, Princey, you know that. Don’t tell me you forgot your training? Forgot all those things they taught you back at the facility… do I really need to send you back?

No, sir, no, of course not. I- I remember.

Good, good. They did wonders for you, did you know that?

Oh, he knew.

Prince slowly shuffled to a sitting position on the edge of the bed, carefully avoiding the mistake of nudging Mutt from his much needed sleep, who was collapsed in a heap on the floor. He must’ve been horribly exhausted to allow himself sleep, Prince couldn’t recall how many nights he’d stayed up to ensure his safety. Prince then stood, walking around to the drape covered window beside the bed. 

A window, just like his sir’s, but at the same time not at all. He gently drew the drapes aside, letting the early, faint, cloud concealed light filter over his face. Six o’clock, he guessed, familiar with the look of that time considering he’d woken up then for as long as he’d been with his sir. Except, the new view of a plain, dew dripping, cream colored fence took him off guard, being so used to the look of his sir’s neighbors’ front yards.

He swallowed, sucking in the flesh of the inside of his cheeks and softly gnawing on it, clutching the drapes tight. 

He was out, he was out, he was out. 

And he still hadn’t been hurt. So when was it coming?

If he looked close enough, focused his eyes in just the right spot, Prince could make out his own reflection in the window. Hair oily and undone, frizzy too, no more maids to get him prepared for his master before he even woke.

There was a cut, small but there, scratched over his upper lip, gradually scabbing over. He licked his tongue over it, feeling for the ridges and bumps and ugliness.

I can hurt you, Princey, any way I want, but I never leave any marks, do I?

Isn’t that just generous of me?

Who would want to ruin a gorgeous face like yours?

His gazed dropped, just a smidge, to find there was no lock on the window. He stared, just for a pause in time, debating. Would he? Would he not? Would sir allow it?

Breathing quickening, hand trembling and gradually pressing the latch, he shoved it over to one side, leaving half open. He looked back, as if his sir would jump in at any moment and catch him, yell, and anger, and hurt him-

The foggy, morning air blossomed over his face, a slight chill that worked to wake him further. Letting his eyes flutter to a close he sucked it in greedily, a large breath that filled his lungs with cold.

He smiled, still trained and never meeting the eyes, but a smile nonetheless.

Maybe one day he would be able to smile for real.

Soon enough, as the nerves overwhelmed him and grasped upon his brain Prince carefully and quietly shut the barrier once again, room filling up with silence.

Flopping back in bed, Prince would wait for his sir to wake, just as he always did, except he wasn’t in his sir’s bed or inside the white walls, and there were no maids who dressed him up, and no sir beside him.

With his sir unaccounted, he failed to realize what exactly he was waiting for. He waited, anyway.

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Masterlist

Taglist - @softvampirewhump @ivymyers @taterswhump @octopus-reactivated @tippytappytyping

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[nyoxt]

My giiiirl!!!

I guess that's the first time y'all see younger Mutt :) Enjoy

That's a design for a swap card, and I tried to make something simpler and sharper than usual, ignore mistakes, work fast and only do things that spark joy. And yeah, I like the result a n o r m a l amount🥰

Also here's a version with a border

[femboyhorror]

i found an old gaming magazine stashed away. looks like it was from 1995. this page in particular is very interesting!

[mwolf0epsilon]

The good thing about animals is that they don't judge you, which Captain Carno definitely needs more than anything...

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[seabashedz]

Morning Coffee

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[cloverlambs]

smile!

if u like my art, i greatly appreciate reblogs! ty :]

[ellzilla]

I love these silly oc templates