#oc sludge..for me

[zombieapocalypse666]

Bros rocking the Fistula shirt

[juggalogojackerbox]

Hyperfixation currently beating me up into a bloody pile of slop right now its so over you guys every time I blink I've drawn another of these things and I'm gonna make it everyones problem

Top left to bottom right we got Kaboom, Kasmo, Split, K1TTY-B0T/Emiel, Flowerbush, and Objet

[givemedamage]

omw to go eat more black sludge

[direwombat]

OC INTERVIEW

tagged by @carlosoliveiraa, @aceghosts, @finding-comfort-in-rain, @cassietrn, @g0dspeeed, and @simplegenius042 for a little oc interview! making this kind of a part 2 to this oc interview i did a while ago.

“Jesus Christ,” Sybille hisses, sinking into the folding chair set up on the other side of Wheaty’s desk, haggard and weary from six weeks of nonstop fighting. “Are we really doin’ this shit again?”

He regards her, equally exhausted, and sighs. “It’s for morale, Dep. People gotta remember you’re human too.”

“Why?” she scowls. “Aint’ it more inspirin’ if they think I’m Wonder Woman or some shit?”

“Yeah, well, Wonder Woman has literal super powers,” Wheaty says. The attempt at levity falls flat, as Sybille levels him with a glare. “Look,” he sighs, “I know it seems counterintuitive to you, but reminding the people that you’re a person, just like them, will help inspire them to keep fighting against the Cult. Normal life is almost back in the Valley, you know? We gotta remind them that the fight’s still going.” 

She’s silent for a long moment, before ultimately relenting. “Fine. Ask ya damn questions.”

WHEATY: Name? 

SYBILLE: Sybille Marie La Roux. 

WHEATY: Nickname? 

SYBILLE: Was “Sarge” for a while. Mostly just “Dep” or “Syb” these days. 

Editor’s note: Also “Sweetheart/Honey/Jackrabbit” if your name is Jacob Seed. 

WHEATY: Gender? 

SYBILLE: [Rustling of fabric as she shrugs] Female

WHEATY: Star sign? 

SYBILLE: Taurus

WHEATY: Moon and rising?

SYBILLE: What now?

Editor’s note: She’s a Scorpio Moon and Capricorn Rising. 

WHEATY: Personality type? 

SYBILLE: The fuck does that mean?

WHEATY: Y'know. Like. Uh. Your Myers-Briggs or Enneagram type.

SYBILLE: I dunno what any of those words mean.

WHEATY: Y'know what, here. Let me call Xander up and see if he has the quizzes handy.

SYBILLE: The what now?

[A painful half-hour of listening to Sybille take various personality quizzes live on the air]

SYBILLE: [Very slowly] “Lawful Neutral,” “ISTJ,” “Type 8w9,” and “choleric.” [Long pause] Wheaty, all these words are nonsense.

WHEATY: Height? 

SYBILLE: 5'9"

WHEATY: Orientation?

SYBILLE: [Muttering] Jesus Christ. [Louder] I’m bisexual and I ain’t lookin’. 

Editor's note: The rest of the county doesn't know she's taken by this point.

WHEATY: Nationality/Ethnicity?

SYBILLE: American. Cajun French. 

WHEATY: Favorite Fruit? 

SYBILLE: [Sighs wistfully] I’d kill for a mango or nectarine. 

WHEATY: Favorite Season? 

SYBILLE: Spring. But since movin’ to Montana, I understand the appeal of autumn. 

WHEATY: Favorite Flower? 

SYBILLE: Hibiscus.

WHEATY: Favorite Scent? 

SYBILLE: Fresh coffee. Pine. Frankincense. Shit, I dunno, it’s hard to pick just one. 

WHEATY: Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: 

SYBILLE: Coffee. Black. 

WHEATY: Average Hours of Sleep: 

SYBILLE: [Long silence] Not nearly enough.  

Editor’s Note: Between 4-5 on a good day; closer to 2-3 on bad ones. 

WHEATY: Dog or Cat Person? 

SYBILLE: [Rustling of fabric as she leans over to pet Boomer] I like both, but overall ‘m more of a dog person.  

WHEATY: Dream Trip? 

SYBILLE: Shit, it really is a dream trip now, ain’t it? Woulda liked to’ve roadtripped ‘round Australia, but I doubt that’ll ever happen, now.

WHEATY: Favorite Fictional/Real Character? 

SYBILLE: Jesus, I dunno. Trinity from the Matrix, I guess. 

WHEATY: Yeah, I can see that. 

WHEATY: Number of Blankets You Sleep With? 

SYBILLE: Depends on where I end up sleepin’. ‘F I can find a cabin or bunker, then one or two. Otherwise it’s just my leather jacket. 

WHEATY: Random Fact? 

SYBILLE: Was on the track team my freshman and sophomore years of high school, before I had to drop out.

this one has been going around so sorry for any double tags, but, tagging: @marivenah, @corvosattano, @trench-rot, @harmonyowl, @fourlittleseedlings, @purplehairsecretlair, @adelaidedrubman, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @voidika, @locustandwildhoney, @testyfestyenthusiast, @strangefable, @inafieldofdaisies, @alexxmason, @deputyash, @josephslittledeputy, and anyone else wanting to do this for their ocs!

[oathofoaksart]

reupload bc i misspelled the extraordinary in 'extraordinary intellect' like mm wow they totally didn't get that from me

i made this post a while ago that was like 'all my ocs are idiots, even the smart ones...ESPECIALLY the smart ones' and i need yall to know i was referring to this one specifically

theyve been my brainchild for a week now but i kept wrestling with their design-- hopefully more info to come but the basics are they were once friends with kid flash (its complicated), is friends with cameron mahkent (also complicated) and their endgame is with cisco ramon (miraculously the most relieving relation to date).

template by they-bite

[pr4yerp0sition]

       Anyway,   I   know   Gakuganji   sent   Isamu   out   on   a   mission   to   oversee   his   potential   ranking.   Never   did   anyone   think   in   Kyoto   Tech   the   quiet,   shy,   odd   boy   would   end   up   bringing   out   a   long   staffed   war   hammer   &&   smashing   his   way   through   swarms.   Most   recognized   that   like   the   Jarvien   family,   the   summoning   of   shikigami   or   placing   cursed   energy   into   puppets   was   how   he   utilized   his   skills   not   athleticism   or   combat   that   relied   on   his   body.   Thankfully,   Naoto   was   the   one   to   instill   in   him   that   while   his   father’s   technique   is   valuable   he   needs   to   fight   solely   with   his   physical   being   as   Naoto   himself   was   aspiring   to   lead   his   family   when   they   were   teens.   While   sometimes   he   is   referred   to   as   Taniguchi,   it’s   important   to   remember   he   only   accepts   the   surname   out   of   politeness   to   tradition   when   he   leans   more   into   his   father’s   side   who   emphasize   an   importance   on   life   &&   striving   to   be   merciful.   He   is   an   interesting   character   since   due   his   nature   of   being   born   overseas,   he   is   an   outsider   in   what   should   be   familiar   though,   he   doesn’t   know   the   land   too   well.   Thus,   Isamu   grants   insight   in   how   the   audience   perceives   the   events   of   the   series,   so,   he   does   act   as   a   guide. 

     It   must   have   been   shocking   this   wraith   of   a   boy,   summoning   his   shikigami   &&   bearing   heavy   blows   in   order   to   utilize   his   form   with   utmost   proficiency.   Bonus   if   he   was   lazily   eating   chupa   pops   during   the   assignment   &&   couldn’t   be   assed   to   give   in   depth   details.   Why   didn’t   he   become   a   sorcerer   that   is   registered?   He   can’t   be   bothered,   he   hates   the   lifestyle,   finds   it   unbearably   cruel   even   if   he   has   admitted   plenty   of   times;   he’s   just   as   unhinged   as   Naoto,   don’t   think   too   much   into   it.   Isamu’s   crux   is   hearing   the   dead,   they   sing   to   him,   they   understand   the   empathy   in   his   heart   is   his   greatest   downfall   &&   weakness,   even   in   time   warning   him   that   he   will   be   thrust   into   an   inferno   that   forces   him   to   fight   where   he   takes   a   more   passive   stance   in   life.   

   Shibuya   always��  redefines   an   OC   I’ve   felt,   with   him,   the   severing   of   half   his   hand   along   with   the   onslaught   of   dead   &&   watching   his   beloved   friend   fall   into   a   catatonic   state   showed   his   resolve   &&   merciless   status.   The   open   disgust   &&   bitterness   when   he   speaks   of   past   students   who   have   died   for   nothing,   the   constant   cycle   of   eating   the   young   without   a   care,   how   nothing   truly   changes   as   the   cruelty   breeds   another   cruelty.   After   the   Zen’in   Massacre   he   is   one   to   admit;   it’s   what   was   willed,   they   were   full   of   pride,   hubris,   thus,   their   curse   came   to   a   violent   end   as   it   once   began.   It   was   indicated   in   past   prior   whenever   he   was   found   at   the   Zen’in   estate   he   never   quite   fit   into   the   conventional   roles,   sarcastically   speaking   with   Naoto’s   mother   or   openly   avoiding   Naobito,   he   was   not   designated   as   their   attendant   but   Naoto’s   -   everyone   else   is   null   in   his   life.   IDK   WHERE   THIS   IS   GOING,   except,   he’s   in   conscious   a   good   man   that   surprisingly   breaks   through   the   standardized   barrier   of   what   makes   a   sorcerer   due   to   his   cultural   upbringing   &&   he’s   not   afraid   to   show   his   teeth   like   a   guard   dog   ready   to   pounce.   

[lightningfilledsaber]

SPIDAHMAN UNMASKED???

[dawnleaf37]

if you’re going to follow me you have to know that I’ll be posting about sludge much more than I am posting about minecraft and bugsnax

[shadow-the-hedgehogs-cartoon-gun]

Ohhhh listening to this Cosmo Sheldrake song and feeling so many feelings

It makes me think of two of the stories I'm working on, and they both wound me soooo bad ;–;

One is about a dead fae from Millennia ago and a different world(connected to earth by portals) who exists as a ghost now and watches over a human boy he's fallen deeply for, but refuses to ever reveal himself to him for fear of rejection or burdening him. And I just think of the human having a dream in a forest with the fae, with this being his first and only glimpse of him alive and warm and full of breath and life, everything's too real and not real enough and I AUGHHHH

[little-eye-guy]

btw here’s some thoughts i’ve had about fletcher:

the Sludge does not have a consciousness of its own. but it was developed to consume—specifically stuff like non-recyclable trash but in practice more than that. so when fletcher fuses with it, it influences him in a similar direction. it doesn’t directly make him do anything or tell him to do anything, but it affects his thoughts and such

so he does experience a particular Hunger.

also he was already an environmentally conscious guy which the Sludge elevates to cause him to more specifically want to, for example, kill people who litter and stuff. he doesn’t always act on this but sometimes he has a really bad day and, well,

[atomic-sludge]

Whatever. Sludge's pet ghost cat.

[juggalogojackerbox]

Maybe I'm just Sleepy but something seems a bit Twisted here

[Terrible puns aside, Onycraft uses he/him only]

[anchov3i]

only the best deals at this store, run by the one and only potions pete. no refunds.

revenge on ~sirskurb (no tumblr)

[sivon-acidwyrm-collections]

A little tar-like fella who takes the form of Hungover Ena? A big yes for me

Especially while making two comics of where this sludge was formed, and manage to escape the Tar Beach where the rest of it's kind are!!

-- >

(Gonna make this colorful birdy an oc at one point, pretty much the guard of the Tar Beach just to make sure none of them try to escape their containment)

And of course, this little info sheet for the sludge!

This thing is impulsively made because I couldn't stop thinking about a character mimicking Ena herself, and try to live off its life as her hungover form... With varying results because it really doesn't know how to be properly social or act normally, since it is... A sludge. A literal sludge that lived most of it's life in a dark containment area, packed with hundreds of other sludges into an ocean.

Also the pale yellow ring on it's center isn't glowing, it's just patterned like that to mimick Ena's form. It also can't do that transparent hungover Ena thing through it's chest, which should be more than obvious that it's a mimic.

The Sludge will pretty much follow behind Ena because it tries to study her, to understand how she works and not because it wants to travel along for an adventure. Totally.

[xxepherr]

.ೃ࿐MRS HOLLYWOOD

summary — in which hasan is caught in the loop of a cyclical relationship with hollywood’s biggest star

pairings — hasan piker x fem!unnamed!actress!oc

pronouns — she/her

word count — 736

note — based on mrs hollywood by go-jo. just a small little thing to get me out of my writer’s block — its nothing special

ON AGAIN, OFF AGAIN.

how many more times was he going to respond to another text? how many more times was he going to leave the key to his house under the doormat?

hasan knew better. at thirty-three he had enough life skills and knowledge to avoid things that used to rope him in a decade ago. perhaps that was why he had matured to a certain extent, but that didn't seem to extend to her.

she was glitz and glamour, a pretty picture splashed across a canvas and decorated to the brim with jewellery. the centre of so many hit films, it seemed that being the centre of hasan piker's world was the only one that mattered.

hasan knew better than to keep letting her back in. she was the same toxicity of a drug, and twice as addictive. she was never around, always departing to go star in the next big thing, never sending a text or bothering to call unless she wanted something.

“you’re always MIA,” he mumbled, the stars shining through his window as the moon kept watch. “where do you go?”

“not everyone works from home,” she mumbled back, closing her eyes as she tucked herself into the large arm he had around her.

“when can we go back?” he tried again. hasan’s fingers tangled in her hair, soothing against her scalp. “this is killing me.”

she remained silent. she couldn’t settle down, running away was all she’d ever known. long-term never worked because then she couldn’t escape, but the excuse of work was wearing thin. she knew hasan didn’t believe her anymore. for fucks sake, most of her filming locations were maybe thirty minutes from his house. it’s not like she was halfway across the fucking globe or anything.

“i can���t,” she answered in a dull fashion, “all you do is work, i’m the same—“

“but you’re not,” he cut her off. it was hard to be upset when they were skin to skin, kept decent by a thin sheet. “it’s been five fucking years.”

“you can forget about me,” she tried to roll out from his arms, but he only tightened them in response. “let me go, has.”

“you can’t keep running,” he said calmly, refusing to raise his voice at her. he used to years ago when things were rockier and her tendencies were dripping with toxic sludge, but it was never the solution. she would just disappear for longer, surfacing in milan or some other foreign place for a day or two before she fell off the map again. “there’s nowhere left for you. this can be your home, too.”

home for her was an apartment in the heart of hollywood. she owned a smaller one in malibu, but neither were home. it was just a place to sleep on the nights she wasn’t staying in hasan’s large bed. there weren’t family memories in the walls like the walls in his house, or the smell of home cooked meals on the occasion that his mother was around and willing. it was just empty — grey walls and white couches, picture frames scarce unless it was one that had been gifted to her after a successful film.

there's nowhere left for you. where hadn't she gone? travelling wasn't just for film locations, it was to get away — to escape things she didn't need to anymore, to continue to feel something by doing all she ever knew how to. packing a few things and fucking off was so easy, running never got tiring . . . but she was nearing thirty. soon enough she would have to settle down somewhere to keep herself grounded, to keep herself afloat.

hasan was offering that. could she take it? it was the easy way out, a way to find that stability that she never could seem to take before.

"just . . . at least stay until morning," he tried one last time, rolling onto his side to press closer to her as if that was the solution to her constant disappearances. "i'll try to make you breakfast."

"mhm, maybe," was all she could mumble, succumbing to the warmth of his body heat and falling into a peaceful slumber.

HASAN woke up the next morning to an empty left side of the bed, the blankets neatly made where she had slept as if she had never been there to begin with. just like always.

[bendableperformer]

Ranking Popee The Performer Ships!!

(Also a “what your favorite ship says about you”)

Please don’t kill me.

Popee x Kedamono: 1/10

If you ship this, you’re either a child who doesn’t know better or a maniac who will only settle for the most toxic, acidic sludge of yaoi.

Firstly, there’s an age gap between 7-10 years. Secondly, Popee’s a minor and any sort of sexualization of him makes me deeply uncomfortable so all ships involving him get docked points. Thirdly, there’s a beastiality argument floating around but that doesn’t count because Kedamono is definitely sentient so…. No. My answer is still no. Fuck you.

You get a 1/10 because it is a perfect setup for some toxic yaoi it’s just the wrong characters and the wrong context.

Also, if you want the concept of two guys killing each other over and over again in the desert forever and they have this crazy forbidden fucked up toxic yaoi relationship, AND they’re both legal adults? Have I got the fandom for you. (It’s TF2)

…as for shipping them in chinchirukin only? *dissapointed sigh* fine. But I’m fucking watching you.

Popee x Eepop: 3/10

You wanted a “cleaner” Popeemono.

It’s quite literally the same dynamic as Popeemono but it’s straight and also they’re the same age and both humans. So. That’s cool I guess.

I really don’t care though. Like I said, any sexualization of Popee makes me deeply uncomfortable.

“What if it’s only romantic?” you ask. To that I say: Yeah right. As if you’re only shipping them so they can be in a stable, loving and healthy relationship. I know you want yandere Popee so bad. I know you want that fucked up boy.

Also this ship does tend to be depicted in a very binary-gendered way. Almost all art depicting Popee and Eepop force the two of them further into their gender roles (ex: Eepop has boobs and eyelashes and a skirt or something) even though they canonically look FUCKING IDENTICAL.

Kedamono x Pink bitch Wolf: 4/10

God I do not care about these fuckass genderbends. Same as the above ship.

A little better because we love a girlboss but man. I just do not care. Kedamono deserves better I think.

Popee x Pink bitch Wolf: 0/10

You want to see this twink get ravaged so bad. WELL GUESS WHAT?? He may be physically ALMOST 18 but MENTALLY. HE IS A CHILD. HE IS NOT A TWINK HE IS AN ANDROGYNOUS CHILD PLEASE LEAVE HIM ALONEEEEEEE.

Kedamono x Eepop: 0/10

You want the weird fucked up age gap and human/furry relationship but you don’t want the toxic yaoi. You pathetic wimp. At least commit if you’re gonna be a degenerate.

Papi x Alien: 7/10

The fandom was so desperate to pair characters off that I’m sure this started as a joke. But honestly?

It’s really fucking funny to me. Especially if it’s one sided. Papi is absolutely enamored with this random fuckass Alien and said Alien does not give two shits about him. It’s just so silly.

Papi x Kedamono: 4/10

….Honest to god I don’t hate this one. They really seem to get along sometimes. They’re both legal adults. In the context of my headcannon backstory it becomes weird, but in cannon material? I dunno. I kind of like it. It’s a little silly.

Especially when you realize what Popee’s reaction would be. That boy is gonna be Third Wheeling FOREVER.

Papi x Popee: 0/10

If you ship this please get therapy.

Popee x Marifa: 0/10

You really like fucked up sibling incest, don’t you? You fucking loser. Go touch grass

Kedamono x UFO girls: 10/10

Ideal PTP ship. You KNOW Kedamono wants this. I think Kedamono needs some forehead kisses from these lovely ladies.

Kedamono x Alien: 9/10

*Cough* *wheeze* I don’t even know what to say here…. Um…. Yeah.

Papi x OC/Self Insert: 9/10

No comment.

Popee x OC/Self Insert: 8/10

*takes drag of cigarette.*

I was like you once…..

Kedamono x OC/Self Insert: 9/10

Yeah. I get it. I understand. You just want good things for this dog.

….Honestly this fandom is just….. Not good for shipping.

(Unlike TF2 lol)