#oc: multi task

[remight]

Babe wake up, we are redesigning old sonas and making them into a Greek mythos DnD party.

Also try pronouncing Whyenne's name, it's funny when you realise she's the protag.

[that-rand0m-pers0n]

ENA!!

I've been needing to share this since friday but I kept forgetting gulps

ANYWAYS

Silly billy

ENA ENA ENA!!! I chant

I was gonna make her a clown but I settled for a ring master instead! Still kept the collar though I love those collars giggle :3 her old design was...a little different and omfg the speedpaint for this was showing the stages of grief I went through I messed up so many times

I'm drawing her a silly work partner right now!!(she works in a circus obvi so I'm drawing a juggler right now!)

FIRST PROPER DRAWING ON MY IPAD?? Lowk proud I've never drawn on procreate before and I was so lost omg

The titles aren't really locked in for her yet(will probably keep the ringmaster but debating changing irritable to smth else)

[glassrowboat]

Michi X Baizhu

Reca X Simone

The dichotomy

[sparklyslug]

POST DATE UPDATE! CHAPTER ONE DROPS DECEMBER 29!! And boost of this playlist in case ya need a break from Christmas jams. Another excerpt below, also from the record store scene because I love it there. This fic draws from several sources as inspiration, and High Fidelity is a not insignificant one when it comes to Steve’s part time job:

Steve grins, like a shark. “Oh, Eddie. Did I hurt your feelings?”

The expression that crosses Eddie’s face then is one that Steve knows perfectly, as it was part of the more annoying background noise of his high school career: the look of The Freak. It starts with a manic gleam in the eye and grows into a wide grin, picking up the challenge or answering to some internal logic all his own, incensed and about to make a scene. 

Part of Steve is a little meanly gratified about it. That’s the guy he used to know. 

Before he can start throwing things or climbing on the shelves though, Eddie is pulled up short by the jingle of the door bell. Which wouldn’t have drawn that much notice, maybe, if not for the accompanying roar of “what is this, what is this? PB, DO YOU HAVE AN ACTUAL FRIEND?”

They both turn to look at the front, where slender Lilith is trying to entirely block the sight of a short, kind of chubby guy around their age, who is pointing an accusatory finger across the shop at Steve. A finger he keeps moving, as Lilith tries to dart in front of it again and again. 

Steve sighs. “I have friends, Ned.”

“Ned,” Lilith hisses. And then says something Steve can’t quite make out, but it sounds suspiciously like “–it was just getting good!”

“You do not have friends, PB,” Ned says, tossing the plastic bag over the side of the counter and not reacting noticeably at the ensuing crash as his lunch spills, presumably everywhere. “You’ve got your shrimpy roommate and maybe a stream of sycophants and sociopaths who seem to think your ability to tolerate their appetite for Wall of Sound pop makes you a god, but friends? Buddies? Pals? No way.”

“Yeah, so he was just telling me,” Eddie says, with a totally different gleam in his eye now, though not one that bodes any better for Steve’s peace of mind. “PB? What’s PB?”

“He’s PB,” Lilith interjects, a little breathlessly, possibly even blushing a little under her ghostly foundation when Eddie looks at her. She points at Steve. “Ned called him that his first week working here. It’s short for Peanut Butter.”

Eddie turns slowly on his heel. It looks like Christmas morning all over his face, and Steve briefly considers trying to barrel roll out of the section, out of the store, out of the city of Chicago maybe even. “Peanut?” Eddie croons, delighted. “Butter?”

“The choice was clear,” Ned says, preening under all this attention from what is clearly a kindred spirit. “By the end of my first shift working with this disturbingly symmetrically-faced yuppy I knew exactly what he was: a little tasteless. A little bland, you could even say. But undeniably smooth, even a bit crunchy at times on certain mornings, and most disturbingly: pairs well with even the most bizarre customer request. And we have to keep him around, because the people do keep coming back for more.”

“That’s why?” Lilith asks, a little thrown. “I thought it was because he likes that easy listening crap.”

“Well, that too,” Ned allows. “If we ever let him control the shop music, it would be all aural Jiffy, all the time.”

“Except for his weird metal moments,” Lilith says. 

“I did say he was occasionally crunchy,” Ned confides in Eddie, who has gone utterly still, and has turned back to Steve. 

“Very occasionally,” Steve says through gritted teeth. “Don’t read into it.”

“Read into it,” Ned says solemnly, even though he can’t possibly have any idea what they’re talking about. Not that that, of course, stops him ever. “Dive into the thousand-page epic, the hidden pages of our dear, boring, bland PB’s heart.”

“It’s a picture book,” Lilith says. “Small words, big font.”

“See Steve sell,” Ned agrees. “Sell, Steve, sell.”

“Someone has to,” Steve sighs, shouldering past the three of them and making for the door. “Not like you assholes are so great with the customers. I’m taking my break.”

“We don’t get breaks,” Ned calls after him. 

“You’re an hour and a half late,” is all Steve hears Lilith says to Ned, as the door jangles shut behind him. 

THE MONSTER-HUNTING SHOP AROUND THE CORNER: FIC PLAYLIST

(Listen on Spotify)

@steddiebang fic by @sparklyslug With illustrations by @ahhrenata & @boiiko

Posting starts December 29!

Music for 1998, Chicago in the fall, something special waiting for you in your inbox, unexpected reappearances, untraceable IP addresses, a mystery man who knows your heart even if he doesn’t know your name, and knifing up an extra-dimensional monster or two.

SOMEWHAT THEMATICALLY-RELATED EXCERPT BELOW!

Steve is alphabetizing the discount records pile. It’s Thursday, and Steve is alphabetizing the discount records pile, and Lilith has her Angry Piano Lady record of the day at a suitably loud wail. Steve would never say this to her, because any such confession would have her reeling back and clutching her four (or five, depending on the day) rosaries to her chest in horror, but: he fucking loves her Angry Piano Lady days. 

Somedays, especially on grimly gloomy Thursdays, especially when he’s alphabetizing the discount records, especially when Dustin has been weird and squirrely– somedays Steve suspects he is, at heart, an Angry Piano Lady. 

“Permission to come aboard?” a now familiar-for-all-its-strangeness voice comes from behind him. He turns to see Eddie, leaning against the banister of the four-step stairs that connect the secondhand section to the new music section. Lilith is leaning out over the counter, almost fully horizontal in her attempts to get a look at Eddie. Which is more interest than he thought her shriveled and cynical teenaged heart could manage in anything, but–it was a long time ago, sure, but he remembers the effect Eddie Munson could have on a shriveled, cynical teen heart. 

He wonders for a second if the effect would be lessened if she could see Eddie as he was then. Not so suave and in his all-black business ghoul getup, dark curls carefully maintained and pushed back off his forehead. The gleam of sunglasses tucked into his collar, dragging the fabric of his black t-shirt down, exposing collarbone and what might be a tendril of tattoo ink. 

Steve personally finds this glossy, reserved, polished version of the kid he used to know a hell of a fucking turnoff, but. Maybe it works for angry record store goth chicks. He wouldn’t know. 

“Granted,” Steve says finally. 

“Oh,” Eddie grins, faking a little shudder at Steve’s tone. “Maybe I won’t. Might be a little too chilly for me up there.”

“Don’t come up, then,” Steve turns back to his records. 

He hears the squeak of the top step, and Eddie’s voice comes a little closer.

“Come on, Steve,” Eddie says plaintively. “Play ball. At least a little.”

More sincere, though who can trust that. He had sounded sincere in that creepy theater closet too. 

“Ball, huh?” Steve addresses the Ds, runs his finger over the top of a Sunshine Superman, where it’s been torn a little. He loves shit like that. Devalues the record, sure, but he likes to think it’s because someone was once too excited to get the album out of its sleeve and into their ears to bother being careful about it. Loved it too much, and wasn't afraid of that love leaving a mark. “So we’re playing a game?”

There’s a pause. “Uh. We could be,” Eddie says slowly, and Steve can feel his ears going a little pink before he’s even consciously processed Eddie’s actual words, reacting purely to that shift in his tone. The way, when Eddie speaks again, it sounds like he’s even closer, close enough for Steve to imagine he can feel the warmth of him at his back. “What’s my prize?”

[west-brooke]

Me having a sonic oc? More likely than you might think.

Kicks the Caracal (he/him) is a goalie and his little bug pal Punt (he/him) are a dynamic soccer playing duo. Kicks has the ability to essentially multi jump/double jump and uses said powerful ability to go up to angel island to hang out with (annoy) Knuckles. His defining character trait is being kinda stupid and also the number one Knuckles stan. Being a goalie, he understands the importance of protecting an objective, which is essentially what Knuckles does with the master emerald, right? Knuckles is basically the ultimate goalie if you think about it!!

Despite lacking most anything that would be considered common sense, he’s genuinely reliable when Knuckles does give him a task and is very happy to help protecting the big green rock. But other times he gets dropped off the sides of the island.

[moon-creates]

Touchstarved Updated Demo Review

(Spoilers, obviously. You have been warned!)

I love the new Demo!

Obviously, after a whole year of knowing the old version and loving the characters in it, any changes will take a bit to get used to.

Now that I have given myself 24 hours to digest it properly, I can fully say the new version feels less like a demo and more like a great Introduction to a intriguing story. It almost felt like a "Chapter 1" of a multi-chapter story but I will reserve that title for the real chapter one (once we have chosen which route to follow).

Right off the bat we see that The Hound is no more, replaced by the new backstory "The Exile". But fret not, dear reader! Nobody is forcing you to take your blorbos out the back of your local seven-eleven and shoot them in the back of their heads. Your Hound blorbos shall continue to live on. It seems pretty easy to adapt the Hound MC's to the Exile. And if that is too much of a task, there is an ancient tradition of fan fiction, to scratch the itch that canon cannot scratch for you!

(My personal Opinion: Writing a Main Character that everyone will be happy with is already impossible. Every OC will have a trait (or multiple) that canon just cannot accommodate without alienating other readers. I understand the upset over the change, but I don't think that means its a bad change. I do hope to see more fanart and fanfiction from people, to highlight what exactly makes your MC special.)

Lets move on to the Pacing of the Demo. I really liked that they cut the old demo into two parts, making our MC experience the Intro over the span of two days instead of one. It does give us a pause to breathe and consider our options.

What are our options? Lets talk about the Love Interests!

KURAS

Mr. "So rude to ask about the surgery I performed on you". His introduction isn't much different to Version 1, though I enjoyed the evening route with him! I mean, he bought us food! (Honey Pistacio cookie YUM!) The new background is fucking beautiful and it fit the more calming, quiet vibes that Kuras has. (I cannot wait to see the monstrosities this man has committed.) I wished we actually got to touch his hand with the red option but maybe that would've been too much of a spoiler? It did gave me major Jesus vibes (and, weirdly, I don't mean that in a negative sense). It makes me wonder if he actually could cure us.

LEANDER

Leander got the most changes compared to his V1 counterpart. While he is still the Leander we mock and fear love, he has gotten so much better at manipulating us. All of his new expressions also show why he is so good at what he does - He seems so earnest. I had a hard time distrusting him at some points, even though I knew he wasn't to be trusted. He is so suspicious and I love that the MC can voice their suspicion and be so professionally and elegantly manipulated back into a place of trust and comfort. (Also I would've absolutely ridden that fucker on that bed. RSS why did you clitblock me so much-)

I like that the Adderstones (rip Bloodhounds) seem more like an organized network now rather than a street-fighter gang. Leander being more busy and access to him being restricted also adds to show just how important he is in Lowtown. He always seemed like a threat but now the danger has been dialed up a significant amount and I am SO here for it.

VERE

That blush was very cute! Personally I find Vere to be the hardest to decipher. His personality and what he actually wants from us is harder for me to place with him than with the others. He is playing with us, sure, but I wonder if he himself knows what he wants with us. Maybe I should take Ais word for it and pay more attention to his ears than what he is actually saying. I might understand him better then. But either way, he is a very intriguing character and I hope we get to see him fight in the full game! I also like that the Dev's are fully leaning into him expressing thing with his tail and ears. It's weirdly endearing for such a bloodhungry menace like him.

AIS

I just love this man. I love that the red-eyed woman got a name and much more personality now. She feels like a full character. I am fucking DEVASTATED that we didn't get a Princess sprite and I refuse to believe that she is not important enough for the story to get a sprite of her own. RSS, CHOP CHOP! His was the first 'route' in the demo I played and I just know it will be the first full route that I will play once the full game is released. Not much to say about him because he was already perfect to begin with and I thank RSS daily that we get to bite him [insert praying hands emoji].

MHIN

The changes fit them so well. Talking to themselves is such a fitting thing to do for someone who has no-one to truly talk to. You get more of a sense of their social awkwardness around others. Not in a shy sense but in a sense of struggling to connect with people. I love that we got to hear their inner thoughts about how the soulless body functions, wondering if they could see out of all the eyes and so forth. This time they told us they grew up in Eridia! So I am very curious to see what their story is and how our path with them might look like. Every time they glare at us I just wanna smooch them.

I feel like the Demo fulfilled its purpose fully. It introduced each Love Interest to us, showed us a peak of who they are and what might be in store for us down the line, without telling us too much. We get a feeling for our Setting (Eridia) and I hope MC gets to settle in more over the course of the story. We have great lines, beautiful art, expressive characters and Intriguing stories to follow. The amazing new music tied it all together perfectly.

So in conclusion: Good Update. Almost perfect! However, where is my girl princess, tho?

[queenharumiura]

"Ah... that's really unfortunate. At least the public bathhouses are still available. It's not the same, but they're still nice places to frequent." There is a sense of bonding with your fellow locals.

"Oh, and you have to drink milk right afterwards. Stawberry milk, banana milk, coffee milk, whatever you have available. That's what hits the spot." Trust her, she knows.

Chrome nodded. "It sounds like a win-win situation," she said.

"Ah, yes, baths are a good place to read!" Chrome noted the change in the subject but went along with it. "Although, the baths got destroyed by Ken when we had an intruder."

[lonewolfinthetardis]

Wait what's that? Oh that's right, I'm also a Ghost blog!

My Ghoul headcanons! With a few I've picked up from other posts. Also, spot the Avatar (James Cameron) inspired hcs. Basic hcs

Ghouls are pack creatures. They love being together, whether it's laying around together in a Ghoul Pile, playing games, or just doing tasks around the ministry.

Packs seem like giant polycules to outsiders, but they're much more complicated than that.

The Ghouls love teasing the Siblings of Sin.

They're extremely loyal to their Papa.

When on tour, they will wear enchanted amulets that shift their appearance to appear human. This has been named "glamour".

Sometimes packs will sleep in "piles". This is usually to keep bonds strong or simply for comfort.

Ghouls mate for life, partners basically bond their life forces together.

Ghouls can mate and bond with more than one individual. This can include other ghouls and humans. Biology hcs

All Ghouls have varying shades of grey skin and spaded tails (although Water Ghouls normally have fins on their tails). They also have claws on both their hands and feet, toe pads, horns, rough forked tongues, and sharp teeth.

Their tails and ears are very expressive.

Their tails are prehensile.

Water Ghouls have "ripple" or "water like" markings, usually a shade of grey darker than their skin. They also have webbed hands and feet, finned ears, and gills.

Ghouls have a superb sense of smell, sight, and hearing. Each Ghoul has their own specific scent, that all other Ghouls can smell and recognise them by. They will also memorise smells from their favourite humans (this can include human mates).

Packmates are connected to each other via telepathy. They can tap into each other's emotions, and can talk to each other through this strong connection.

Their eyes glow in the dark. They usually have a slight glow normally, but at night they're pretty bright.

Each Ghoul can tap into the magic connected to their element, or elements.

All Ghouls have a thin layer of fur on their chest, back, biceps, and down their backs to their tail.

They all go through a type of cycle, no matter their gender.

During the colder months, the thin layer of fur they have will grow thicker. It's very soft and fluffy, but dense. Although Quintessence and Air Ghouls have a thicker coat of fur all year long. Air Ghouls have the softest fur, almost cloud like in a way. While Quintessence Ghouls have coarse, stiff fur. Ghoul Scents (Prequelle and Impera Ghouls, including my OC)

Dewdrop: Wood smoke

Aether: A soft, pleasant incense. One that doesn't tickle your nose or cause you to cough

Rain: Petrichor

Swiss: Crushed rosemary

Mountain: He smells like a greenhouse: That delicous wet warmth smell

Glacier (my OC): A warm, windy day with a hint of orange

Cirrus: Ozone

Cumulus: A cold morning wind

Sunshine: Eucalyptus

Aurora: A sea breeze

Phantom: Slightly like sweet beeswax

Teeth hcs (featuring art by me)

Water Ghouls have backwards facing serrations on their fangs, making it extremely difficult for prey to escape. This is also why they don't tend to bite their partners or pack mates.

Earth Ghoul teeth are the most similar to human teeth, the main difference being their overall strength and much longer fangs.

Fire Ghoul teeth have long fangs with sharp teeth on either side of them.

Air Ghoul teeth have a lupine appearance, with sharp incisors and sharp first molars.

Quintessence Ghouls have very sharp, strong teeth that have a sort of "classic monter" look.

Multi Ghoul teeth are a mix of the elements they are connected to (symbols are a mix of all their elemental symbols).

----------- So this is my Ghoul hc master post! I'll most likely create a post about my individual Ghoul headcanons at some point. I'll also be talking about my GhostxTF2 crossover at some point!

[mirthfulmoonshine]

Hellsing OC posting 🩷🖤

I’ll do a master post one day but uhhhh top guy with the wings is Malachi, have posted Perpetua and her plebeian haircut before, and Janie belongs to @daffostemmy

Malachi is basically Perpetua’s operative best friend, using the Archangel Apparatus (wings) as his main mobility and attack method and was crafted as a specific counter to Hellsing’s now full fledged Seras. He is a retired fighter pilot for the US Air Force and after submitting himself to a life of God, he saw something he shouldn’t have — resulting in a contract under Iscariot that he doesn’t know is permanent. The Archangel Apparatus is bolted into his body and is a heavy, multi man assembly before battle. He is known for his quick thinking, dive bombs, and excellent usage of an AR 15. Though violence is not his prerogative, Malachi wants to earn his freedom from his contract.

He is one of the Inquisitors, a unique branch of Iscariot tasked in both eliminating and litigating the messier issues of Iscariot. Perpetua, Janie, and their boss Aurelio make up the rest of the four seats in the Inquisitor division. Malachi and Perpertua are the two combative Inquisitors while Janie and Aurelio have solely paper jobs.

Uhhhhh more to come at some point 🥸🥸

[pearlsinmyhair]

₊ ⊹ the price of the name.

synopsis: reader has had a hard life, and now she’s an orphan. but someone just as lonely comes into her life to take her under his wing.

warnings: angst. lots of hurt, very little comfort. miguel is a hardass who pushes people away. death.

platonic!miguel x daughter-like!reader. no seriously, reader is eighteen and young. this is found family, not romantic.

the intention is for this to be multi-part. how many parts? idk.

word count: 1.3k

pt i : fate

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being a spider person was always unfair. mercy from whatever divine being that controlled their universes was hard to come by.

you were no exception.

your father died early, shot by a man who ran with someone’s purse. you didn’t know him well, you were only three after all. but your mother fought hard to teach you about him, to make sure you remembered some semblance of him.

and all was well for a time. you went to school, made some friends, started working for some extra cash under the table.

you were reaching up into your attic when the sharp sting of a spider bite zinged up from your hand. you killed it with a slap, but nothing could stop the venom that now traveled through your veins.

the rest was history: you became your universes one and only spider woman, learning her trade as she went.

the cannon event hit later, and it was different from the others.

you had no uncle to find dead on the street.

but you did have a mother.

she was working the late shift at the hospital when a spouse of a dead patient burst through the doors and demanded to see a doctor. apparently, the man wanted revenge for the hospitals failure to save his wife, and he had come to instill justice.

your mother had raised her hands and tried to plead for him to stop, to calm down, to lower his gun.

the shot made your spider-senses go haywire, and you practically flew to the trauma center. the security guards had no idea what to do, so you just ran past them to find your mother bleeding on the cold white tile.

it took everything in you to remember that behind your mask, no one knew you were this woman’s daughter, and you’d have to respond carefully. you watched as the officers called the next of kin, and you were thankful that you had had the mind to put your phone on silent that day.

no one noticed the tears streaming from your eyes behind the suit. you swung back home as fast as you could, answering your phone when they called you again.

pretending to not know what was going on was the second worst thing you had to do that day. you had to fight from chocking on tears as you answered the call.

eighteen and orphaned, standing over your mothers open casket. a part of you thanked that you were older, because it meant that you didn’t have to go into foster care. but nothing could truly quell your grief.

and then the universe decided to send you a big middle finger in the shape of a Doc Oc right after the funeral ended.

you knew that you couldn’t keep going like this. no one should process grief this fast. but as the villain sent a tidal wave through the streets of new york city you relized that you didn’t exactly have a choice.

with great power comes great responsibility.

and saving these people was your responsibility, no matter what mental state you were in.

this Doc Oc looked to be from some other dimension. instead of mechanical tentacles like that of your Doc Oc, he had real ones, and he apparently threw actual octopi at people when he was pissed off.

it was no easy task, and at one point he had thrown you against the wall and knocked your head. as your vision swam, he picked you up with one of his suctioned limbs and squeezed.

it all happened so fast.

a flash of orange and yellow swirling at the edge of your vision. orange silk shooting into your captors face. and then someone shot forward and sliced the tentacle that held you.

you sank to the ground as you caught your breath, vaguely hearing someone say “Lyla, run a diagnostic. what’s the best way to take this guy down?”

as you wheezed, a large hand rested against your shoulder, and a soft voice greeted your ears.

“Sit tight, kid. I’ll handle this.”

you didn’t have time to argue when the hand vanished, and you peered up just in time to see a large spider-man in a blue suit throwing himself at the villain.

you stood as you caught your breath, rushing right back into battle to help the man that had saved you. the Doc Oc dragged you both to the bay, sinking down into the water. it was advantageous for him, being a water dwelling creature, and you and the man struggled. it took another spider, a woman on a motor cycle, showing up to help defeat him.

but it was you who dealt the final blow, wrapping the villains limbs to a nearby pier to keep him underwater. when the pair of new spider people got him all tied up and prepared to take away, you just…collapsed.

everything came down on you at once. your exhaustion, your sadness, your loneliness. everything.

you barely heard the spider woman murmur to the brash man across from her, and it was only when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around you and pick you up that you snapped back to reality.

but just as quickly as you zeroed in on the feeling, your brain whispered sleep in your ear, and you passed out.

₊ ⊹

you woke to a strange bare bedroom and an odd watch that flickered with light on your wrist. noticing the glass of water on the bedside table, you chugged it, coughing when you got too eager.

“You’re awake!”

you screamed, a small voice coming from right beside your head unexpectedly. you turned to see a small woman illuminated in the light from your watch.

“no need to be afraid. i’m lyla.”

lyla. that rang a bell.

“where am i?” you asked as you noticed the clothes folded in the corner of the room. you cast a sideways glance at the projection, and lyla turned to give you the illusion of privacy.

“miguel will answer all your questions. i’ve alerted him of your new condition.”

you slipped on the black sweatpants and top gratefully, relishing the feeling of soft cotton against your skin. as your hands moved over your body, you quickly noticed various cuts and bruises.

that’s right, i passed out.

“where is this miguel?” you asked as you studied the watch, noticing the flickering ‘EARTH-928’ across the screen.

almost immediately, little glowing footsteps were projected from the watch, making you whip your hand away from your face.

“i guess that’s my answer?” you asked lyla, and the woman nodded.

you sighed, figuring you might as well follow them.

fantastic survival skills from the one and only spider-woman.

well, you thought, not the one and only.

₊ ⊹

the man before you seemed almost nothing like he was when you were fighting Doc Oc.

he seemed…infinitely tired. his shoulders hunched, head ducked down. you supposed that you were distracted during the fight.

but his expression revealed much more than his body language. he had deep eye bags, and his cheeks were sunken in a way that expressed not just natural bone structure but also a lack of eating and sleeping properly.

miguel looked drained.

you were still processing what he had told you, about the cannon and the ‘Spider-Society’ and the ‘Arachno-Humanoid Poly-Multiverse.’

you had actually openly scoffed at that one, and he looked dejected by your reaction.

“but i can’t just send you home now. i’m pretty sure jess would actually web me for all eternity if i did.” he was saying, rubbing his brow.

“so what exactly am i doing here, then?” you asked, curious but hesitant.

he turned his back to you, looking forlornly at his screens.

“i’m going to train you.”

“why?” came your response, surprised and uncertain. you may have only known miguel for less than an hour, but you could already tell that taking on a young apprentice wasn’t exactly in his character.

he didn’t turn to you. he just kept looking at a picture of a young girl on one of his screens.

“because you remind me of someone.” he said quietly. then he looked at you, and you were struck with the amount of guilt and suffering that lived in his eyes.

“and because you remind me of myself. and i can’t let you become like me.”

masterlists | part ii

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

wibta if i asked someone to adjust how they’re writing a blind character?

this is also rp related 👋 i’m 24. you can use any pronouns for me. i’m legally blind and use screen readers to navigate the internet. i work from home which gives me a lot of freedom, so i fill my time in multi fandom rp servers. they’re a lot of fun, usually

in one server i’m in, there’s someone (28nb) writing a blind character. it’s not an oc of theirs, and the source the character is from is sort of… bad at handling the character’s disability. not offensively bad, it’s just obvious the writers didn’t put much thought into it

i know the person writing the character is not blind. here is my problem: the way they write this character concerning their disability is just… it’s really uncomfortable. the first thing i noted was that they went out of their way to mention the character is blind at basically every opportunity. most conventions the character is in they end up bringing it up, like it’s the default topic they turn to when roleplaying the character. and obviously, as a blind person, i understand it’s a big part of our lives, but to bring it up every single conversation? they had the character make an offhand comment about how they would probably struggle to learn the names of the stores in the area (??? i assume because they wouldn’t be able to read the signs, but there are plenty of other ways to learn store names?) and in another instance the character asked another character to do a google search for them, claiming they couldn’t do it themself. there are just a lot of instances of them obviously over exaggerating how difficult some mundane tasks would be for a person who is blind, in a way that comes off as belittling

the thing that really got to me though is the fact that - despite writing a character who uses a screen reader - this person clearly as no idea how screen readers function or what they do. ic, their character (character a) fussed at another character (character b) for having a slightly erratic typing style. character b does make a lot of typos, but their messages are by no means unreadable. screen readers can be pretty smart and often know how to sound things out. but character a was making a stink about character b saying things like “oki” claiming it was unreadable. any actual, decent screen reader wouldn’t have a problem with that. my screen reader doesn’t have a problem with it, i can interact with character b fine and i always have. i was literally sitting there listening to them complain about messages being unreadable by a screen reader and using a screen reader to understand those “unreadable” messages

it’s so, so obvious that this person has but no work or effort at all into understanding the disability they are trying to write here. it’s extremely uncomfortable. i don’t think it’s done out of malice, but it is lazy and, i’ll say it, reeks of ableism. on one hand i feel bad for trying to dictate how people write their characters, but on the other i feel justified in pointing it out, as someone who is blind. but also this is a casual rp server for fun so it’s… maybe not a big deal? wibta if i asked them to maybe do some research and fix their writing accordingly?

What are these acronyms?

[redlerred7]

Relaxing Multi-tasking

Commissioned by Llammissar as a birthday gift to her friend, Addaline

This is Momiji, an orb-weaver jorogumo from Addaline's game, Blade Sight. She's wearing modern clothes at Llammissar's request, but she normally wears a kimono.

Go check out Addaline's game, Blade Sight!

Want your own OCs/your friends' OCs drawn in my style? My commissions are open! DM me if interested!

If you don't want a comm but still want to support me, you can also tip me on Ko-fi!

[bowties8glasses]

Two commissions made for @daroachie, both being his OC becoming real (designed)

One is Fabian, a smeargle whose tail lacks the fluid the species use for paint, he pursued making cooked and baked goods, using his dry tail almost like a food brush instead!

The other is Erena, a glaceon who is the main antagonist of Daro's story, you can read it here! c^^

Creative Process:

First commission is of Fabian (done in may), most of his lore was already set before, including his outfit which Daro had already doodled (left) which before starting I drew while pretending I didn't know what a smeargle looked like (right)

then came my genuine attempt

I choose to give Fabian a lil' red nose (like Rudolph) based on Daro's sketch (something he said was just him misremembering the pokemon)

I wanted the piece to involve Fabian doing some kind of multi-tasking, his hands on one thing while the tail is busy with another

it took a few drafts before landing on the version that became the final pic

Second commission was of Erena (done in august), it's been a long time coming considering her role and the fact her gf became real first

Daro notes for the design were just that she has a ice arm, and that she had "gremlim energy"

I started by drawing not her, but Sio and Cerys first (the main Daro OCs) so to use them as reference of how she'd contrast with them, especially Sio, who has something in common with her

designing process went by smooth, since Sio has more angular features than sylveons usually do, I thought Erena could then have more curled and rounded parts

most of my focus was on the face, I wanted her to have a meanine kind of look, using Jessie TeamRocket as reference for the eyes, plus I was dead set on giving her mouth a little "Lupin the 3rd"-type curve, Daro wasn't sure on it at first but now he considers it very important c^^

alongside a render of her standing on all fours, I wanted to do a pose that showed her "in action" of sorts

I first did the sketch that became the render, but before deciding on it I wanted to do another attempt, for a pose that also showed her back, which I thought could have unique markings kinda like a tattoo, unfortunately that pose wasn't working out

(unshaded version)

last detail was adding a black spot in Erena's ice arm, the arm was made after she got wounded, that spot is then is a trace of that wound

bonus cerys:

[vacantgodling]

a guide to: hyacinthus shrapnel

thank you to anyone who's expressed interest in my favorite asshole man--at some point i'll do this for more ocs, but i am not immune to favoritism. gently tagging those who i think would wanna see this:

@henrike-does-writing-sometimes @outpost51 @void-botanist @jezifster @mjjune @sergeantnarwhalwrites @ink-flavored @astral-runic @calicohyde @kk7-rbs @foxys-fantasy-tales @inadequatecowboy @sarahlizziewrites @multi-lefaiye

transposed under the cut!

SLIDE 1: A GUIDE TO HYACINTHUS SHRAPNEL -- the meanest, prettiest, and most emotionally constipated man ever. by @vacantgodling, yours truly

SLIDE 2: BASIC INFORMATION pt. 1

FULL NAME: HYACINTHUS SHRAPNEL (nicknames: HYA (by amon), CINTHY (by aloe, lovingly, and tagetes, degradingly), CINTH (by narci))

AGE: 31

BIRTHDAY: he hates talking about his birthday, so you won’t get the exact date. just know that it falls during the galerian form of “christmas” which is the two weeks of may 12th — may 24th. its somewhere in there :)

GENDER: TROIBEMME (HE/HIM PRONOUNS ONLY)

the galerian equivalent to our nonbinary; an entirely separate gender denomination that blurs the line between masculine and feminine; encompassing everything inbetween, nothing at all, or outside of a binary frame altogether. its considered a ‘third gender’ by the galerian people, and has been observed in galerian history for centuries. old galerian even features multiple pronoun sets, but they have been lost in the modern age. nowadays, those who present as troibemme usually use “they” “he” or “she” but this does not negate their troibemme status. gender =/= pronouns etc.

SOCIAL STATUS: WIFE OF THE KEEPER OF CHATEAU AUX AISLES D’OR

husband and wife refer to the specific social hierarchy in galere. “wife” and “husband” respectively refer to the role of being a breadwinner and connection maker (husband) versus the manager of the house and finances (wife). wives do occasionally lead the way in organizing at home balls. child rearing (in upper society) is usually left to maids and nanny’s—not a responsibility of either parent. traditionalists believe wives should take on this task as children are part of the “home”, but in actual valerian society children are usually pawned off. all of the gunn clan, sans aloe (as he is part of the clergy) are wives.

SLIDE 3: THE GUNN FAMILY TREE

a family tree that showcases the main gunn family tree. lonicera gunn and clematis gunn are crossed out because they are deceased. they were wed first and had 3 children, tagetes gunn de beneaux (40, they/them), iberis winch (36, he/him) and narcissus spokes (33, she/her). while it is not indicated by the chart, clematis had a relationship with moxie shrapnel in lonicera's twilight years, giving birth to hyacinthus shrapnel (31, he/him) and his name is in bold lettering. then, clematis finally married belladonna anvil (who hyphenated her name to anvil-gunn) and had 2 children, lavendula caldern (28, she/her) and aloe anvil-gunn (24, he/him).

SLIDE 4: BASIC INFORMATION PT. 2

SOCIAL STATUS: aside from a wife, hya is also a BASTARD. this is not a well kept secret.

bastards, as per the definition, are illegitimate heirs. hyacinthus is the 4th child of the dodgy businessman, CLEMATIS GUNN, who had an affair with a prostitute, MOXIE SHRAPNEL (where hya gets his surname), during his first wife’s decline in health. 

bastards have no claim to family fortunes, so when clematis passed, hya would’ve been shit out of luck if he wasn’t essentially adopted by tagetes. hya has also never met his mother to his own knowledge as she fled the situation when clematis started getting more abusive.

in order to marry the keeper, tagetes had birth certificates forged. whether or not the keeper knows of this deceit is questionable; but the large dowry tagetes paid to facilitate the marriage has seemed to placate them enough not to question it.

MISC LIKES: coffee (misted ivory geisha is his favorite in universe blend—its imported from the northeast country i have yet to name), fashion (dresses, shoulder pads, and embroidery are his favorite things), gold & white (for jewelry, dress, and aesthetically), MONEY (he’s extremely materialistic), reading & literature (he’s very critical however—in a modern au he would probably be a pretty well renowned critic).

in general however, hya is easily annoyed.

SLIDE 5: what annoys hya, you may ask? FUCKING EVERYTHING. thank you for being polite because he's not :D

SLIDE 6: GENERAL APPEARANCE

HEIGHT: 5’11” (~180cm)

EYE COLOR: dark brown

HAIR COLOR: black, with hime bangs (square bangs in the front with short, square cut side bangs that frame the face and chin), and long hair that reaches to his mid back.

BUILD: broad, girthy👀, and imposing. when he finds time to work out is a mystery to most, but his physique shows he clearly does.

there are 2 photos of hyacinthus to display his looks; a broad shouldered, dark brown skinned man with fox-shaped and narrow eyes, multiple piercings (nose, ears, and lip), and two beauty marks under his left eye. he is wearing an intricate white and gold outfit in the picture on the right. in the one on the left he is wearing an intricate white and gold choker. there are 2 thought bubbles over each. one says "RBF STRONG AF". the other says "even though hya is so well manicured he hates showers bc #childhoodtrauma. he does take baths though!"

SLIDE 7: everything on hya glitters like gold -> here’s a map of hya’s piercings and notable features

the picture shows various arrows pointing to hyacinthus (who has his mouth open to reveal that his canine teeth on his upper row of teeth have been replaced by sharp, solid gold). they point to his beauty marks, canines, and various piercings.

SLIDE 8: IMPORTANT RELATIONSHIPS

as an aside, hya didn’t have friends growing up because he literally wasn’t allowed to leave the estate his father trapped him in until he was 19… and that was bc his dad died and tagetes ‘adopted’ him.

TAGETES ⟶ despite the fact that tagetes basically raised hya, the two of them hardly see eye to eye. tagetes views, treats, and exploits hya (as they do everyone) as a means to their end goals—though what those goals are is anyone’s guess. hya doesn’t trust tagetes as far as he could throw them. yet, at the same time, they have a strange sense of obligation and “care” (if it can be called that) towards one another. tagetes was definitely the main influence into why hya is Like That.

ALOE ⟶ since aloe turned 10 and learned that he had an older brother whom he hadn’t met yet, he began to try and write letters getting to know hya. despite being generally brash, crass, and a pain in the ass, hya really cherishes aloe’s letters and companionship, and they actually meet for the first time in person during the events of paramour. 

AMON ⟶ y’all knew it was coming. i feel like i don’t even have to explain this one they are obsessed with each other in the most toxic of ways lmao. amon infuriates hya down to a molecular level, yet he is also the only man—only person—hya has ever been attracted to. (and he will not EVER admit that)

SLIDE 9: HIS OPINIONS ON...

… Narcissus ⟶ she annoys him and he can’t understand why she’s so obsessed with trying to ‘fit in’ with other people. also he wished she wouldn’t try to talk his ear off every time she saw him.

… Iberis ⟶ he literally doesn’t have one. the two of them avoid each other like the plague.

… Lavendula ⟶ avoids her like the plague if he can help it, but she actually looks up to him in a way, especially based on the things aloe has told her about him. they aren’t close and don’t really speak until her book but that’s a whole other thing.

… Clematis ⟶ #daddyissues. hates the man’s guts and is glad he’s dead.

… Lonicera ⟶ she died before he was born, but even if she lived, he would’ve never met her regardless. no opinion.

… Moxie ⟶ he’s never met his mother to his knowledge, so he has no opinion of her. she loves him very much and there’s more to that story that we won’t hear about until empire (tagetes’s book)

… Belladonna ⟶ the loathing is mutual

… Erecia ⟶ he doesn’t gain an opinion of her until lavendula’s book, and even then it’s mostly just “that’s amon’s friend” territory

… Viola, Barbatus, & Rumex ⟶ he’s not good with kids so he tries not to interact if he can avoid it

… Helianthus ⟶ finds him EXTREMELY obnoxious

… Terian ⟶ no opinion, they’ve never met.

… Miss Shanin ⟶ she’s always in his way and he’s generally annoyed by and suspicious of her

… Vira, Tamhas, Asahel ⟶ no opinion at all. they’re just servants.

… The Keeper & The Bishop ⟶ finds them genuinely disturbing. distrusts them HEAVILY.

SLIDE 10: ASSOCIATIONS

alcoholic drink: white russian

food: steak bechamel

colors: white & gold

flower: yellow hyacinths

animal: leopard

zodiac: taurus

tarot: six of swords

song: lyin’ to myself — todrick hall

[dreaming-hibi]

Hi! This is Serena B. Libertà, another KHR OC! She's a secondary character in my Katekyo Hitman Reborn fanfiction series: REBORN x Legacies.

“If I can take a bullet for someone, then they can get out of the way. I’ll compromise thought, and patch them up if they do get shot.” Serena is Lucia’s Sun Guardian and the local mad scientist, though she's more widely known for her love of animals. She is excellent in multi-tasking, she's both the current vice-Leader of GENIUS and an important member of Remedio's Right Wing within the Mare Famiglia. Her hobbies include: horseback riding, watching documentaries, sewing plushies, experimenting with poisons and the like, projecting and building innovative technology and medicine. Her dream is defy biology.

[the-pianist-from-accumula-town]

🥤The OC Café 2: Electric Boogaloo🥤

The cake wasn't a lie after all 🍰

In order from left to right!

Hopper Huntsman - by @ok-i-draw - Super Secret Multi-cake wielding technique!

Carrie Caramel - by ❤️Yours Truly❤️ Gyrret or @the-pianist-from-accumula-town - Runs the café and hosts these events.

Asher Roth - by @freakmexdraw - So strong he can carry a whole cake by himself.

More under cut!👇

Silvie Line - by @theknifeclown - Messy eater, she got cake all over her face!

Amelia Airheart - by @cupophrogs - She will DIVE into that take!

Rainy - by @koifsssh - Making sure Amelia leaves some for the others.

Rory - by @kiki-dohedo - Has found a new friend to chat with while enjoying her piece of cake.

Nellie - by @sheriffopossum - "Horsie wants cake too!" < Nellie, probably.

Dr. Stone - by @clownsuu - Cake so good he forgot to be angry.

Luna Lightheart - by @starstruckvega - "Autistic As Fuck" <Textual words from their creator. Well, then! Get ready to be Infodumped!

Lucy Literature - by @sebwritesstories - Is happy to learn more about Luna's special interest. Both of them love books!

Scare D. Crow - by @angel-alistary - Doesn't mind the infodump. Is just happy to be here :)

Michelle - by @marugreent - Classical music and and Metal make a rare but enjoyable mix. Who could have ever told?

Marcus Death - by @maddiethehatter2192 - 🤘🤘🤘METAL🤘🤘🤘

Daisy Fields - by @chimeracarnival - Dances along the music! Looks like we got a nice performance for the guests to enjoy.

Mathilda Mothia - by @sinistaart - Helped decorating the cake, so sweet!

Bitz - by @roseombre - Helped building the cake! Thank goodness Carrie had these two around! Feeding so many people is a great task.

Thank you all so much for letting me draw your OCs once again! Now it's time to sit down and enjoy a nice piece of chocolate cake 🍰🍰🍰