#oc: immor

[narcolphanom]

Woah LORE

[dawnlighthours]

I was told to check on you. What happened?

( @drpercival )

*She looks at him, new hair cut and dye job, red eyes from crying, actively putting on lipstick like she's going out somewhere*

...was it Wren? Did Wren send you? Look, I'm fine-

[pipermintz]

Just drew a fucked up evil mouse.... just a small glimpse into my sick and twisted mind..........

[spacedoutflowers]

We love an original character moment! This guy is one of my older ocs who I've been cleaning up for official references! Perhaps he may show up again soon!

[sealyselkie]

Marin when Murphy was being gross and creepy when he had them captive: 😑

Marin when Falk kept hitting on them and sneaking into their apartment: 😒

Marin when Anwir put them in a dress that made them uncomfortable (after somehow getting their measurements): 😠

Marin when Li-Sar took one look at them and decided they were going to be his partner, whether they wanted to or not: 😡

[jksnrabbit]

late night talk

i wanted to make another lil johnny doodle sheet . then i got distracted. have some sweet close boys hurt

nick and johnny i love you boys i hope youre okay

[princepv]

Btw, i have one OC

His name Vincent. He is a man under a curse that has made him a silkworm to some extent.

[the-toybox-general]

@asimplechaos HELLO !!! Tysm for requesting my White Night. hes insane

Finally gave me excuse to make a digital drawing of this guy, I've got a few sketchbook scramblings of him. In my au he just decides to take this form every now and then, reminds him of his past life.

[tunanoodlesoup]

goobers for your goobering today because heheeheheheeehehehehehehehehehehITSNOWEEEED ITSNWEOEED

extra goober who i havent had a chance to draw yet but i want too

[narcolphanom]

More of this Immoral fella.

[wheredidalltheusersgo]

The Judge, Jury, and Executioner.

[fanvoidkeith]

diversity win! the mad scientist who got corrupted by an immoral god-like being uses he/they/it pronouns and is nonbinary!

they basically went from a Regular-ish Guy to Has the Magical Equivalent Of Brain-Eating Worms

[mylove-thresher]

I have an idea ahh thresher

[haharuspex]

suddenly got fallout brain worms, so here are doodles with my sole survivor - altana winter! she's an angry vault-tec scientist who was vault 111's overseer and didn't like how her experiments turned out. didn't like it at all :)

and ofc they're bickering w/ nick all the time. they're divorced and have insane sexual tension. to me

[ghostwise]

ZevWarden Week 2023 - Day 2, Secrets Kept and Told

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Death From Head to Foot :: 721 words tags: guilt, ptsd, canon-typical violence, zevran arainai/male mahariel

It was bound to happen eventually.

Zevran does not know the man, but the man knows him, and that is his own error. An Antivan Crow never blows his cover. A Crow should strike from the shadows, vanishing after a swift and lethal blow with none the wiser. No witnesses. But here he is, and here the grieving stranger, bent on his destruction.

Had he not come to this city, Zevran would have never known that this particular iteration of Vengeance stalked the world, with his name upon its lips.

Worse still, Hamal meets his would be assailant first.

Damn it all.

"Do you regret his death?" Hamal asks him, days after the fact.

An easy question. Zevran is alive and his attacker is dead. The Warden is safe and unharmed. All should be well. And yet…

Zevran gives a terse shake of his head. "It was him or me. And you were quicker in dispatching him than I would have been."

Hamal observes him for a moment. "What's wrong?"

He doesn't immediately reply.

It's true that the incident bothers him still. It does him no good to brood over it, however; he should have put it from his mind straight away. Such childish moping helps no one. Now Hamal is concerned, and Zevran knows better than to try to insist everything's fine.

Experience has taught both of them how to navigate these fraught moments of conversation. So he gives.

"It was his right," he says sharply. "I killed someone dear to him. He reacted accordingly."

"As did I," Hamal returns, carefully.

"I know that," Zevran says. "Thank you, by the way."

Hamal's brow furrows. "Creators, now I am worried. Zevran, what's the matter?"

"It is going to happen again."

In the resulting silence, Zevran lets out a sigh, and explains.

"In all of our travels together," Zevran gestures in a wide arc at their surroundings, "How many times do you think we have passed through a city or town where I have killed someone? In truth, it happens more often than I care to comment on."

Hamal hesitates before answering. "This troubles you."

"No, in fact," Zevran replies. "What troubles me is that you cannot understand how much I am guilty of. Not because I would ever keep it from you—but because if I listed off my every sin we would never have time to discuss anything else! And then things like this happen without warning, and it—damn it all. How can I expect you to answer for so much?"

Perhaps it is a testament to how long they have been together, that Zevran no longer glosses over his emotions, his anger, his sadness. He doesn't need to. Not with him.

Hamal looks away for a moment. Through the muddle, it clicks.

"You wanted to kill him yourself," he says gently.

"I was the target. I should have handled it."

"How is this different from any other time you have killed to protect me? Or I you, for that matter?"

The question knocks a bitter laugh out of Zevran. He looks away. Worse still, he realizes that Hamal is right; this was different. And now Zevran can only remember every stupid, cruel decision he made when he was an angry and lost young man.

It had not been a contracted killing.

It had been a simple murder. A common fight gone wrong, bravado and his cunning Taliesen egging him on. A version of himself Zevran cannot think about without his stomach turning. No wonder the man had been so bent on killing him. No wonder.

"Shit," Hamal murmurs, and sets a warm hand on his shoulder. "Zev, you do not need to talk about it if you do not want to. I don't mean to pry. Just tell me what I can do to help you right now."

In an instant, the feeling swells and fades. Zevran shuts his eyes. His shoulders slump minutely; he is grateful for the escape.

"Just… forget I said anything," he says. "Please, amor, forgive my bad mood. I will be fine. Really."

And I will tell you later, he thinks, as Hamal gives him a reassuring squeeze, what a horror it is you have married; and you will love me all the same, I know; and I you, more and more all the time…

[mandatoryshorts]

How long can it be since someone writes about their OC before, like, someone else coming and writing about them is allowed to steal them? Or is it more of a word count thing?

Like. if you haven't written anything about your guy in over a decade, I should be allowed to have your guy. Or if you've written maybe 50K words about him in your entire life and I write 200K words about him. He should be mine.