#never post oc things here but 🤷

[allocrest]

bad sleep

[einzfics]

okay here I am for a request !!

my oc Harp/Bow is on my pinned post. They/them, lesbian, ourgh personality…kinda slightly mischievous around people they trust. This is a snarky queer !! /sillay

most of the time they can ignore it but they have social anxiety and also random nervous system anxiety - the latter is more prominent.

idk 🤷 flirty but like a wet cat at the same time.

as for the actual request ,, can it be a comfort fic? In this case Harp is the one that needs comforting anddd I forgot to say the pairing is with scythe from phightint hello. but no do whatever or don’t do it it’s up to you !!

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A SALTY SNAKE'S SWEET SIDE

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requested by @phishyyphishphish Oc belongs too: @phishyyphish Fanfiction written by: @einzfics/@v3noumouspyth0n Fandom: Phighting

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Harp was lost in thought once again.

It was always so easy to escape reality, just being there without fully being there. But, sometimes it was always at the wrong time, since people always got so annoyed with that. Especially Banhammer, the demi-god had his nose so high in the air he'd drown if it'd rain.

Maybe today was the final straw for that.

No more Phights, maybe they could work at Vinestaff's cafe... I mean, no one could possibly get mad at them there... right? "What's with the sssssour face ssssugar~?" a familiar voice hissed, it was Scythe. The most dangerous Phighter in the west.

Harp looked at Scythe, a miserable look on her face.

"You're ussually ssssmilin' so brightly, you beat the sssssun in a ssshining contesst," Scythe chuckled at her own little joke, but quickly stopped when Harp's mood didn't change. "Odd, you're never this down. What'sss wrong?"

Harp sighed, "Scythe, am I annoying?"

Scythe blinked, "ain't we all? But you are aren't asss annoying asss that purple bastard, I'll give you that." That comment itself made Harp smile a bit, but they still felt bad.

"Maybe if I find a job with less people... Phight's stress me out as they are, so many people... eugh, people..." Scythe laughed, "now you know how I feel. Why do you think I only work with Medkitsss and Broker? People are the worst things you'll ever encounter."

"Well, you're not that bad," they said, smiling at Scythe. Scythe hissed a little, pink blush coming onto her face.

"You're also never this nice... are you a doppelgänger?" Harp asked, looking suspicious. Scythe laughed, "no darling, but I am sincere."

Scythe smirked, "but if you ever tell anyone about this conversation, you're head is going on my wall."

Harp could only laugh.

[pigeonsandbananas]

Currently thinking of writing an oc x cannon One Piece fic because I had a oc wanted to use him for something.

if I do, I'll probably end up posting it here (at least bits of it).

The thing is, while I do write and love writing, I've never written fanfic and I fear it'll be extremely cringe with how it turns out... (probably will)

But I've been very fixated on One Piece recently.. and I like this oc a lot so 🤷

Anyway if I do end up writing it, like I said I'll probably end up posting it here because I like tumbler better than Twitter and I feel like I can mange this better...

[senthefen]

OK SO, Scintilla or Scinty(what her close friends call her) is my Hazbin Hotel OC.

Scintilla was born in 1921 in a low class family so her and her parents had to work a lot to get by. Because of this she had to work as a child. However when she turned 18 her parents found her a rich suitor to marry, if you couldn't guess, she didn't care for this but she did what she had to do to provide for her family. But, it wasn't all bad, her husband may have been a royal dunce but she put up with him, she had money, a gorgeous house, fancy clothes, and the maids were nice. After a few months of this new life, she met a maid named Elise; she was beautiful, kind, and knew how to make Scintilla laugh. They got close rather quickly. People noticed, yes, but no one could've guessed how close. Before Scintilla even knew what was happening, she had had an affair with Elise. This continued for three years. They loved each other with every ounce of their bodies. But Scintilla had enough; why should she have to sneak around with the love of her life? Sure, maybe she was getting a little ahead of herself but living in that house with that man, pretending like she cared, was driving her crazy. So she decided they would leave. They would run away together and they could live the life they knew they could never have in this world. To say Elise was ecstatic over the idea was an understatement. It was decided then. They'd run away and live in the woods somewhere where no one would find them and everything would be just perfect.. only it wasn't. Because who were they kidding? Of course they would be found and where they go and with what money? There was no way Scintilla was gonna let some inferior, trivial things like that get in the way of her life with Elise.

So she killed him.

Her husband couldn't stop them if he was dead. She'd get his fortunes and they'd have all the money they needed. It was perfect. Why wouldn't she kill him? It's not like she ever cared about him. Sure, Elise might be a little upset at first but she'd understand, right? Then again, she couldn't be upset if she didn't know. Then she hears the sirens. Why were there sirens? There shouldn't be any sirens. No one saw. Right? She didn't mess this up, she couldn't mess this up. If the police caught her she'd be killed and she couldn't live with Elise. They couldn't happen. Scintilla ran. She ran as far as she could, letting her adrenaline take over. It's fine. It'll be fine. I'll just say I was at the market then I'll be excused and Elise and I can continue with the original plan. Yeah, it'll work. Once night came Scintilla went back to the manor to clear things with the police and find Elise. When she got back there were police everywhere. She went up to them and asked what was going on. Next thing she knew she was in the back of a police car. Where's Elise? The ride to the station couldn't have felt any longer. [pretend there's a trial and what not here, idk legal stuff. btw Scinty and Elise had separate trials] Elise didn't have anything to do with this. Why won't they listen to at least that?! Who was she kidding, of course no one would listen to her. Why would they?

It was a few nights after the trial ended. She had been found guilty of 1st degree murder. She was set to be put to death via electric chairs in a matter of days. And she couldn't do anything about it. Finally it was the day of the execution. Scintilla sat in the chair as they strapped her in and prepared everything. It was time.

I never got to say goodbye to Elise..

aaaand I'm too lazy to write more. ANYWAYSS that's how they died. Elise was also executed but she got sent to heaven cause she's a sweet heart. Scinty didn't, obviously. and if It wasn't obvious Scinty is based on an electric eel, a play off her death. I didn't expect to actually make this a story so, who knows, maybe I'll post this on ao3 or somethin 🤷 HOPE YOU ENJOYED <3 (side note the ending was longer and frankly better but I forgot to save it and it all got deleted 😭)

[lu-dao-writes]

❝ [𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓗𝓲𝓰𝓱 𝓛𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝓜𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 (𝐖𝐈𝐏)] ❞

【𝒜/𝒩】: This is a work in progress that I started months back and just came back and looked at. I’m bored and wanna post something 🤷 lmao. In this one of my ocs is introduced and you get to see a bit of her personality. I’m hoping I’ll do more with this but I won’t push. Writing is hard and my job works my ass 🙂🥲. Also sorry about my grammar that shits hard too🤧🍷.

���Well, well if it isn’t the infamous shadowsinger of the Night Court~.”

The shadowsinger wasn’t expecting a voice to startle him the moment he landed on Dawn Court soil, his large body swinging to look behind himself and there stands a short faerie woman with dark ebony, plum tinted skin with light patches all over her body. The two things that catch Azriel’s attention is her pretty, fuchsia colored hair, and then his hazel eyes are drawn to her feet.

They’re large and deadly and match the color of her hair with large ivory claws idly tapping and lightly scraping the warm, smooth stone ground. The woman is a bit plump and curvy and dressed in a rose petal red shawl-like garment with gold threading that hangs off her left shoulder and gold colored cloth plants. The Illyrian warrior caught a glimpse of a tail swaying eagerly behind her and tried to find her eyes but found that he couldn’t with her butterfly locs in the way.

The woman has a mischievous smile on her face, full lips shiny with gloss. “I would ask why you’re the only one here, but I already know why, and I assure you that nothing is going to happen to you or your family.”

Azriel remains quiet, body still stiff as a board while his shadows swarm around him, nearly shielding his face from the short fae woman as he contacts his family.

She only continues to smile, it’s all too knowing and it slightly aggravates him.

“Are you the Emissary…?” he finally says, his voice quiet and smooth like velvet.

“Indeed, I am,” she replies with a small grin splitting her face, showing off her pearly white teeth, her canines being almost like fangs. “Also, it’s quite rude to spy in my home when Dawn hasn’t done a thing to you, you know?”

“My apologies… It's just precaution is all.”

“Right, of course~!,” she replies, hands resting on her wide hips.

The brown skinned man knew she didn’t believe him and that’s fine. “They should be coming shortly.”

The moment the words escape him the rest of the inner circle appear behind him, and he steps out of his High Lord brother and High Lady’s way, moving to stand beside Morrigan.

The grin that’s on the woman’s face grew, it looking a bit unsettling. “If it isn’t the High Lord and…,” she catches a glimpse at the crown that rested on Feyre’s head and a giddy giggle leaves her, “and I’m assuming High Lady? Welcome to the land of Dawn,” she says with a playful bow. “To all of you.”

Rhysand gives the ebony woman a charming smile and so does Feyre, but the fuchsia fae woman can see the twinge of nervousness.

“Ah, yes, you’re Noo, correct? It’s nice to meet you.” Rhysand offers her his hand, and they shake and Feyre and Noo do the same thing.

“Feyre, very nice to meet you as well.”

“Yes, charmed to meet you all, but let me take you to where everyone is. Day and Winter are already here, and there’s plenty of snacks and refreshments in there for you,” Noo informs them, turning her back towards them and guiding them into the mountain palace.

The sight of it all never gets old to Noo. Dawn palace is magnificent and graceful, truly a neutral force. Feeling the warm ground on her feet had her relaxed and feeling toasty, and smelling the many roses and peonies they passed by made her smile. This is home.

“Hope you all don’t mind the workout!” she calls over her shoulder with amusement as they climb up the spiraling stairwell.

“It’s no trouble!” Rhysand replies before going back to his silent conversation with his lady.

Soon they’re inside passing many rooms that were filled with tons of silk pillows of various sizes and plush carpeting, the smell of incense filling the long hallway.

“It’s just up ahead,” she explained, gazing at the pretty wisteria that decorated the archway in the meeting area.