#oc: vincent craft

[wombywoo]

inventory 💼

[sheyshen]

Playing with Blue through ARR on Vincent and starting to work on Nhea through the MSQ made me take a little time to figure out some class glams for them so they can look snazzy and I can put together a to-do list of gear i want to keep an eye out for while I play. They each got one for each role (i'm doing this for you unkalhai) and a casual set >:3

Nhea: (casual, monk, paladin - his canon clases)

(machinist, red mage, white mage - just for the role quests)

RIP to his cowboy hat not making an appearance in any of these.

and Vincent: (casual, dragoon, white mage - canon classes)

(gunbreaker (also technically canon class), dancer, red mage)

bonus for what i wish i could do for Vincent for that little headcanon I have for him during his time in Garlemald in EW (and why gunbreaker is technically a canon class for him even if he doesn't actually know how to use heirsbane correctly) since he can't have that blade in game he just got one i thought suited him lol

[creepo8]

My family tcm oc, Otis!!

Savagery- 32

Blood Harvest- 13

Endurance- 29

6’3, 27 years old. DOB ??/??/1946

Otis was raised by the Vincent’s. who are mutual with the Slaughters. He is best friends with Johnny as they are very similar but also very different from each other.

Otis is extremely quiet and cold. he doesn’t really talk to anyone unless it’s with Johnny, Sissy or Nubbins. He doesn’t like socializing or being around people unless it’s a hunt.

Otis would always play with Johnny and Nubbins when they were younger and their bond grew to almost an older and younger brother relationship.

Otis has a problem with stealing family/friends belongings, such as Johnny’s work gloves, Hitch’s taxidermy crafts, and Cooks belongings as well. The reason why he steals such random items is unknown, nobody really seems to pay no attention to it.

I can’t wait to share my other ocs, along with victim oc’s!! ‼️✨

[elvenbeard]

⯈ Elven (he/him), 30, from Germany, queer 🏳️‍🌈 ⯈ Artist, Writer, Virtual Photographer, available for commissions! ⯈ Current Obsession(s): Cyberpunk 2077 ⯈ Technically a multi-fandom / personal blog, most things are tagged accordingly ⯈ 18+ content tagged with #nsft

Currently 90% I'm posting / reblogging about is Cyberpunk stuff! But also expect a dash of Dragon Age, Mass Effect, The Elder Scrolls, Gaming in General (video games and tabletop gaming), German Memes, Lord of the Rings, Mental Health, and History and Language things!

Main OC / V: Vincent Ezaki (#vincent ezaki) Main Ship: To Bad Decisions (Kerry Eurodyne / V) (#otp: to bad decisions)

Current Long-Term Project(s): Fanfiction "Love is Stored in the Olive Jar" Other Current Interests: ⯈ I'd like to get into / learn more about Cyberpunk RED ⯈ On-and-off working on Cosplays and other crafting projects ⯈ Dabbling in Modding Cyberpunk (focused on content for Masc!V, but mostly personal projects) ⯈ Drawing drawing drawing too many ideas all at once! ⯈ I always have some VP projects on the backburner too

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[bungiri]

ask and you shall receive....

ANYWAYS question for your oc wren uhh just give me any facts abt her, i mean anything, as much as you can actually (i will eat it all up)

(you can probably guess who i am, maybe not, who knows 😜)

HELLO 👁️ i think i know who u are AND THANK U FOR ASKING 🫂

omg idk where to start with her cuz i've been brainstorming a whole backstory (the wreniverse if u will) and her relationships w everyone IT'S BEEN FUN

before i start w some random facts, here's a doodle of her cuz i felt like i needed to draw her idk

ANYWAY, my rambling is under the cut RAHHH ‼️

— she is a half witch on her bio mother's side ! it's assumed that her bio father is a human that her mom had a summer fling with while traveling

— she's always been able to use magic ever since she was a little girl, but has very little control over it due to not having anyone to learn from + just not being able to practice it whilst growing up in the city

— however, she Did encounter a woman who claimed she was a fellow witch and was given a spellbook from her. she doesn't understand most of the spells inside though and hasn't attempted any besides the very basics

— her natural hair color is dark brown, but she uses her magic to change it to orange (á la that one scene in the craft)

— wren was adopted at 4 years old by two Very Loving and overprotective dads. she also has a brother who has a career as a well known street artist in the city

— she has reason to believe that she's related to mr. qi in one way or another DON'T LAUGH...DON'T LAUGH...SHE TAKES IT VERY SERIOUSLY (he neither confirms or denies it and his extreme vagueness frustrates her)

— before moving to pelican town, she used to work at McJoja (u can't tell me joja wouldn't have a fast food chain like...) but was fired due to a conflict with a customer and the manager was rly just fed up with her antics in general

— when she moved to the town, wren avoided haley and alex for a good week because she recognized them from high school. she was on the cheerleading team with haley, they weren't too close in hs, and alex was obv a popular gridball player

— her farm's name is deergrave farm and it's believed to be haunted. although she doesn't believe it herself, she likes to use its reputation to entertain the kids with spooky stories or creep abigail, sam, and sebastian out

— she has a big fat crush on lance who either returns or rejects her feelings depending on which route i take her story in 🤔 if she's rejected, they stay very good friends and something else happens with someone else i'm Sure u can guess who

— another route is the Vanilla route where stardew expanded is disregarded and in that route she ends up with haley !

— even though she adores jas, vincent, and kids in general, wren doesn't want any of her own. she's very adventurous and a kid requires a lot of attention that she feels she won't be able to provide. she's more than content with her dog and krobus who she eventually gets to come live with her as her roomie

THIS WAS A LOT IM SORRY i just love her already‼️

[characternerdocs]

💭 - Which muse of yours do you wish to write more with?

I enjoy writing with all of them. and I wish to continue to write with my whole cast. But I wish I write more with Ramiel.

If I can ever get through writing the fight between Vincent and Samael, I'd eventually move onto the part in my book where Ramiel is introduced.

I'm rather ... questionable about Ramiel because I don't feel like I've really gotten to write with her yet. Not like I have with the majority of my other characters, who more or less have been crafted via "trail by fire." A lot of them came from my old high school RP which was essentially rapid fired reply in a ongoing setting. Or some like Artair were fleshed out in D&D, where I learned he identifies as Ghoul, used bricks as a secondary weapon, and has something similar to Pseudobulbar affect, where he laughs even if he isn't intends too.

Ramiel is a bastardized version of my RP partner's main character. Unlike Emery or Samael, who also are versions of that person's other characters, I could never get a good grip on what was going with my partner's main OC. I couldn't identify what drove her as a person, and my own feeling towards how my friendship with this real life person ended made me twist my idea of her character into something I don't believe the actual character was/is.

So I made Ramiel, who is NOT my ex-partners character, inspired by, yeah, but I KNOW this is not how they original character would have acted or behaved. My partner's character was flawed but I think deep down did want to do good, be good, but it seemed like it was nearly impossible to do so without hurting others. While Ramiel is a bad person who has the luxury of being seen as a good person, a great person in fact. And Ramiel abuses that, constantly, religiously, she uses it to excuse her bad behavior.

But with a character that I want to get across as being so deplorable yet somehow gets away with it, I worry I can't pull it off. I have build up this character that is supposed to be so covertly vile I fear I can't deliver on what I imagine.

I wonder how different plot points in the books will work with her. as when the reader needs her, she's already Heath's ex and has greatly harmed him - yet in the second book she plays the part of an "ally" to the main group, and I don't know what excuse she could possible provide that would make Vincent agree to even begrudgingly tolerate her presence.

Anyhow... those are my ramblings. Thanks for the ask and I hope that was at least somewhat coherent, @icybreaths

[thewardenofwinter]

Character Inspo Tag

Tagged by the wonderful Nopal over at @writernopal! Thank you so much, here is their post with some absolutely insane character combinations lol

(also some of these are not characters but real people but I wanted to include them anyway)

Rules: List your OCs and the characters that inspired them!

Very gently Tagging: @sam-glade @elshells @zestymimblo @crowandmoonwriting @captain-kraken @indigowriting @rownanisntwriting and @eurydicefades

Give No Quarter

Circe

Circe of Aeaea (Greek Mythology)

Gamora (Guardians of The Galaxy)

Golsifteh Farahani (Actress)

Wonder Woman and Talia al Ghul (DC Comics)

Sypha Belnades (Castlevania TV show)

Yennefer (Witcher)

Aya/Amunet (Assassins Creed: Origins)

Mix together mommy issues, witchcraft, and ancient knowledge in large bowl with a gilded dagger you get Circe.

Adam Bonny

EDWARD FUCKING KENWAY (Assassins Creed: Black Flag)

Trevor Belmont (Castlevania TV show)

Charlie Hunnam (Actor)

William Thatcher (A Knight's Tale)

Jack Sparrow (Pirates of The Carribean)

Westley (Princess Bride)

Flynn Ryder (Tangled)

You let a BLONDE MAN speak to you like that??? Ceo of 'maybe if he were a little less fuckable we wouldn't be in this mess.'

Henri Bellamy

Ichabod Crane (Sleep Hollow TV Show)

Chris Cornell (Musician)

Julien du Casse (Assasins Creed: Black Flag)

Dracula (Bram Stoker's Dracula 1992)

Armand (Interview with the Vampire 1994)

The only Frenchman to ever exist, the rest are fake. Don't let anyone lie to you.

The Resurrectioners

Samara Dombroski

Isabel Dodson (Constantine 2005)

Selene (Underworld Series)

Victor (Umbrella Academy)

Sidney Prescott (Scream)

Sarah (The Craft)

Pretty much the human personification of what happens when you gain too much Insight in Bloodborne.

Nazriya Akkineni

Theodora (The Haunting)

Morana *gasp* (Castlevania TV show)

Zoya (Leigh Bardugo's Grishaverse)

Satine (Moulin Rogue)

Nancy (The Craft)

Jennifer (Jennifer's Body)

God only made her 5 feet tall because was afraid of her being too close to him.

Zekiah Rush

Chyna Parks (ANT Farm)

Janella Monae (Actress)

Belle (Beauty and The Beast)

Rachel (The Craft)

Karen (Blade)

Resident walking encyclopedia. If you give her a bookmark she might propose to you on the spot.

Dmitriy Mikhailovich

Dmitri Pisarenko (Actor)

Morpheus (Sandman TV Show)

Levi (Attack on Titan)

Viktor (Arcane TV and for his design ONLY that weird mix of a czech/russian accent fucking kills me)

Men with big noses and dark hair>>>>> Frequently pretends he doesn't speak English so people don't talk to him.

What We Undertake

Dolores Clive

Dolores O'Riordan (Singer)

Mina Harker (Bram Stoker's Dracula book)

Edith Cushing (Crimson Peak)

Lydia Deetz (Beetlejuice)

Being the village freak isn't easy but someone has to do it.

Charles Morrison

Alan McMichael (Crimson Peak)

Hercules (Hercules)

Thor (Marvel Franchise)

Milo Thatch (Atlantis)

I wouldn't call Charlie a himbo per say because he's actually quite clever, so I guess he's more of a 'golden retriever nerd with really weird interests.'

Vincent Karloff

Thomas Sharpe (Crimson Peak)

V (V for Vendetta 2005)

Jason Dean (Heathers)

Edward (Edward Scissorhands)

Victor Frankenstein (Mary Shelly's Frankenstein)

Voted most likely to disappear under mysterious circumstances in high school.

Reading some of these combinations is giving me whiplash.

— M. Warrin

[calronhunt]

OC ask: 1, 5, 11, 15, 50!

Answer as many as you want! I hope your day gets better. Here's cats.

first of all, these are such cute kitties oh my god. When i first saw it I thought there was only one and then i went OH. OH 2!!!

and since no oc is specified I'll just answer with whoever I think would fit that question the most!

Do they have any crafting hobbies?

I often don't think about oc hobbies, just because I don't think about them unless they come into the plot HOWEVER, my special grimwalker boy Vincent chisels little wood sculptures.

He's autistic because of course he is, and doing little repetitive motions with his hands helps him calm down in most situations!

5. Do they have any tattoos? If so what are they and do they have any special meaning?

I was about to say I think I have any ocs with tattoos when I've just completely forgotten about my boy buck.

The Tattoo's don't have any meaning though! I did put them around his wrists and his neck though to kinda, give the impression that he's chained and collared by something. Primarily by his father, who was not a good guy but who he believes in totally and completely.

11. Do they have any addictions?

nothing harder than smoking cigarettes! Fable, Raphael and Pascal are all heavy heavy chain smokers (I would say Fable is the worst)

15. What kind of sense of humor do they have? Or do they have one at all?

I'll answer with Raphael, but he honestly finds made up words or weird butchering of real words incredibly funny. He would find the stereotypical tumblr humor to be top tier shit.

Lionel on the other hand, I think it's a bit harder for him to laugh. Though I think he would get a kick out of well timed puns.

50. What is your favorite thing about them?

Gonna go through my big favorite ocs.

Alex - His personality has shifted to more of a guy who's kinda grumpy but really cares, despite not being able to feel happiness and that like. it does something to me

Pascal - After years of putting them through hell, I've finally decided to give them a happy ending

Tracy - First oc of modified bliss I made, has changed so so so much and I love that for her. Is probably the closest to my issues that I've portrayed in a character. She's my fail girl kill girl

Fable - Hot Biker Chick. They're also I think, one of my older characters and I love how much they've changed

Raphael - My special guy I put all my fucking issues onto. Also he's hot and sexy.

Theron - His arc makes me incredibly happy and sad. This dude helped me through a really bad time in my life.

Lain - Newest baby to this list. His arc, like Theron and Fable's, makes me incredibly emotional to think about. Act 1 Lain to Act 3 Lain makes me so happy with his growth but also so sad about the horrors.

[mikuchan]

Nine People I'd Like to Know Better

I was tagged by @littlelordalphinaud, thank you!

Last song: All My Stars Aligned by St. Vincent, from one of my OC playlists

Favorite color: I think evergreen in general, red to wear

Last movie/TV show: Gone Girl (movie), I Think You Should Leave (TV show)

Sweet/spicy/savory?: ✔️ all of the above

Relationship status: every day I log into Tumblr dot com and gaze longingly at Tetoman's blog and sigh dreamily and reblog all his posts

Last thing I googled: 'check mark emoji' for reasons two questions up

Current obsession: after clocking sooo many hours in Baldur's Gate 3 and still not finishing a full game, I'm back to FFXIV LOL. Leveling up Kjrn's Scholar and Dancer classes, trying to get Starbird as Black Mage or Reaper.

and also writing, reading, thrifting, crafting, coffee, costco seltzer flats, original characters! so many good things to obsess over in life!

Tagging nine others: @tetoman | @flavorblastedcheesetits | @emcapi | @fair-fae | @alannah-corvaine | @f-ckingawful | @ooeygooeyghoul | @hydaelyns-bitch | @cloudofdarkness

[wombywoo]

MRE 🩸

[devil-doll13]

Inspirations Behind OCs Tag!

I already did something for Abigail here and for Max here but I’ll add stuff here anyway. Thanks for the Tag @flower-crowned-lady!

Tagging (No pressure): @solmints-messyocdiary, @soupbabe, @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better, @goldrose-star, @texaschainsawslvt and anyone else who would like to participate!

Rules: List the biggest/main inspirations behind your ocs!

Abigail:

Maleficent from Sleeping Beauty (1959)

The Evil Queen from Snow White & The Seven Dwarves (1937)

The Wicked Witch of the West from The Wizard of Oz (1939)

Nancy Downs from The Craft (1996)

Morticia Addams (All versions)

Type O Negative’s ‘Black No. 1’

Mercyful Fate’s Melissa Album

‘The Dunwich Horror’ by H.P Lovecraft

Max:

James Hetfield (when he was younger)

Ozzy Osbourne’s ‘Bark at the Moon’

Paul from The Lost Boys (1987)

An American Werewolf in London (1981)

Gingersnaps (2000)

KISS’s ‘Detroit Rock City’

The Cramps’ ‘I Was A Teenage Werewolf’

80s Metalhead Culture

Jude:

The Beatles’ ‘Hey Jude’

Fleetwood Mac’s ‘Gold Dust Woman’ & ‘The Chain’

Faithless’ ‘Evergreen’

Laurie Strode from Halloween (1976)

Sidney Prescott from Scream (1996)

Susan Snell from Carrie (All versions)

The Bell Witch Hauntings

Southern/Midwest Gothic Aesthetic

Zach:

Kyuss’ ‘Demon Cleaner’

Oscar Isaac (for some reason I just saw him in my head while making Zach lol)

Ash Williams from The Evil Dead series

Witchfinder General, Matthew Hopkins (an historical figure that actually did exist and prosecuted ‘witches,’ look him up)

Roberta from Black Lagoon (his mom)

Zombieman from One Punch Man (again my inner weeb showing)

Noir & Southern Gothic aesthetics

[monthofsick]

Nightmare before Halloween

Nov(emeto)ber 2022, Day 11: Unconventional receptacle

OCs: Thien, Tiago, Isaiah, Luka

This was the prompt that made me rack my brain for weeks. I really wanted the receptacle to be unconventional, but no idea seemed good enough - until Halloween came to the rescue. Finally, Thien has the dubious honor to get his own story after only being the designated sympathy puker twice.

TW: Vomit, severe ear infection, side effects of medication

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Thien was determined. Frustrated, unnerved and tired, but still determined to make the most of this evening. He had been looking forward to Tiago’s Halloween party for weeks. His family was out of town, so the friends had an entire house as their private venue. During the spooky season, the cozy Almeida home turned into a dark and twisted witch’s cottage of unspeakable horrors. Painted wooden panels and countless decorations turned the facade into a gingerbread’s house evil twin. Human sized spiders, boiling cauldrons, treacherous witches and an entire army of skillfully crafted jack-o‘-lanterns both attracted and frightened every kid in the neighbourhood.

It didn't stop there – the inside was decked out with fake spider webs, bats hanging from the staircase, a skeleton relaxing in his rocking chair in front of the fireplace. Curtains and carpets were replaced with crimson and black velvet. Red window foil resembling stained glass transformed the living room into a haunting recreation of Prince Prospero's ill-fated costume ball from The Masque of the Red Death. There even was a mannequin dressed in a blood-stained funeral shroud and an ebony clock with an ominous chime.

Honestly, there was no better place to celebrate Halloween. Thien was a connoisseur of classic horror movies and he absolutely adored Vincent Price's performance as the depraved Prospero in the 1964 adaptation of Poe's grim tale. Watching it in a chamber that seemed to have sprung right out of the prince's abbey promised the ultimate immersive experience.

That was until Thien was struck with his very own horror story just a week before the long awaited festivity. He woke up in the middle of the night and scrambled out of bed to take a leak when suddenly, someone drove a power drill straight into his left ear. Thien doubled over, pushing both hands against his head in a desperate attempt to alleviate the sharp pain. When he finally managed to stagger to the bathroom, the floor under his bare feet felt unsteady like soft rubber.

The next morning, Thien woke up in a swimming pool of his own sweat. He wouldn't have believed that it was possible to drown in wet sheets, but his feverish body was determined to prove him otherwise. Freezing and sweating at the same time, Thien got himself some Tylenol and curled up on the couch with a fresh blanket. The fever wasn't impressed by the pill and neither was the stabbing pain in his ear. Thien was grateful that one of his flatmates changed his bedding, he was barely able to muster the strength to even get up again.

Dead tired, yet unable to sleep because of the red hot needle piercing his eardrum, Thien suffered through an unending night. Short fragments of fever dreams were more draining then restful. At dusk, he felt even worse than the evening before. An immense pressure had built up on the left side of his head, contrasted by sudden, intensely painful stings. Thien popped another pill, but it only hurt more and more. Overwhelmed by the certainty that his head was about to explode, Thien pressed his palm over the auricle and buried his face in the pillow. It was like an insane lobotomist hammered an ice pick deep into his ear until the pain reached an agonizing peak – and then, all of a sudden, it stopped.

At first, Thien couldn't help but sigh with relief as the pressure was released. A dull, indifferent earache remained, accompanied by a muffled buzzing. Then, to his dismay, Thien felt some kind of liquid dripping out of his ear canal. Teeth clenched, he struggled out of bed and was instantly hit by vertigo and nausea. Groping along the wall, Thien staggered into the bathroom. When he forced himself to look into the mirror, he saw a yellowish, mucoid substance leaking from his left ear. The sight was enough to make him gag.

It was probably the sign that a visit to the doctor was inevitable.

After shivering in the waiting room for half an hour, Thien was examined by an ENT specialist. She told him that he had a middle ear infection, which was rather uncommon in adults (not helpful) and had caused his eardrum to burst. At least it was a rather small tear that would probably heal up on its own. Thien was prescribed an antibiotic to kill the bacteria responsible for the infection and prevent them from spreading even further.

So it was back to bed with more Tylenol and his new best friend Amoxicillin. Thien had four days until the party to recover and he wanted to make the most of it. Like a model patient, he made sure to drink enough water and tea, took his medication exactly as described in the package leaflet, rested and slept as much as possible and even bribed his flatmates to provide him with healthy meals. The fever did, in fact, go down and after the third day, Thien's temperature was back to normal. A diffuse pain lingered in his ear and sounds were strangely muted on the left side. But overall, he felt a lot better.

Too bad that his stomach didn't like its microbiome-killing visitors. Nausea became Thien's constant companion, but it wasn't so severe that he couldn't keep the pill or his food down. Everything was somewhat tolerable, it just wasn't good. After bemoaning his fate for an hour or two, Thien decided to kick his own butt and went straight into determination mode.

Halloween was his night. So what if things weren't perfect, it wouldn't stop him from having fun. He could rest again the next day.

-

As impressive as the decoration had been in broad daylight, it paled compared to the spectacle revealed after dark. Flickering candles brought the jack-o'-lanterns to life. Smoke rose from the witch's cauldron and the bubbling brewage emanated an eerie green glow. The giant spiders were looking for their prey with menacing eyes glowing deep red. It was truly a sight to behold and instantly lifted Thien's spirits.

"Damn it, I thought you had to stay in bed", Tiago grinned while he greeted from the doorstep, right next to a large pumpkin with a particularly dreadful grimace. Upon closer inspection, the two of them could very well be brothers.

"Are you scared because I'm bringing the creepy stuff?" Thien raised his bag that was jam-packed with all kinds of horror movies, from cult classics to notorious shockers. "Don't blame me if you wet your sheets!"

"Ugh, leave me alone with your weird fetishes!" Tiago rolled his eyes, then stepped aside to let his friend into the small entrance hall. The lighting was dim and a huge spider web covered the entire coat rack. Thien left his jacket at the tiny bench next to the shoe shelf instead.

The only light source in the adjacent foyer – affectionately known as the batcave – was a blacklight that revealed grisly details hidden in seemingly harmless pantings. Another surprise that had been invisible by day. And then they finally entered the main attraction: the black chamber, formerly known as living room. Everything was draped in black velvet – the couch, the chairs, the table, even the walls. LED torches cast flickering scarlet light through the blood colored windows. The Red Death figure lured in the corner and the sinister ebony clock was about to toll the hour.

It was incredible.

"I… I don't even know what to say except that I ab-so-lute-ly love it!" Thien clasped his hands in excitement. The adrenaline rushing through his veins made him forget about his earache and the queasiness for a minute. "This is just perf-ohmygod!"

Thien jumped as he was suddenly grabbed by the shoulders from behind. Someone let out a distorted scream that turned into laughter just a second later. As Thien whirled around, he looked into the delighted faces of Luka and Isaiah who had been hiding behind one of the velvet tapestries.

"Why are you guys such assholes?", Thien coughed, but couldn't hold back a laughter himself, both as an aftereffect of the scare and relief that he could actually be here. "I'll make you regret this! Especially you, Isa, your stomach is so weak when it comes to gore."

"Hey, I'm not that squeamish… anymore", the redhead objected.

"Well, good luck while you're munching on this." Tiago twisted his lips into a malicious grin and gestured towards the dinner table. It was, quite literally, a feast for the eyes. There was black bean stew with a sour cream spider web drawn on top. Round slices of pimiento-stuffed olives turned deviled eggs into eyeballs. Hot dogs were carved and decorated to look like severed fingers, ketchup blood dripping all over the buns. Cheese bread puffs were wrapped up in strings of dough like mummies and chocolate truffles wore bat wings. Black caipiroska was served in erlenmeyer flasks.

"That is honestly so freaking cute." With glowing eyes, Isaiah grabbed one of the bats.

"No, it's not!" Tiago was visibly shaken by so much ignorance. "It's scary and disgusting! Whatever, dig in. And don't blame me when someone gets poisoned."

The friends loaded their antique plates, then made themselves comfortable in the TV corner. Thien wasn't exactly hungry, but how could he resist such a variety of both mouth-watering and gross looking dishes? At least he wanted to try everything. He had even double checked if alcohol would clash with his antibiotics, which it didn't. However, Thien had no desire to get drunk. It wasn't an enticing prospect when he already felt dizzy and nauseous to begin with.

Just like Thien had hoped, the black room's ghastly atmosphere did wonders for the atrocities on screen. After reveling in the gloomy ambience for a while, Thien brought himself to start eating. He didn't have the strong aversion against food that came with a stomach flu, but his palate was definitely more picky. The bean stew was hearty and flavorful enough to intrigue his tastebuds. The deviled eggs were a bit much though. There was a spicy kick to the yolk paste, probably Tabasco sauce, that irritated Thien's upsets stomach. The small piece of olive was enough to leave a lasting aftertaste that curbed Thien's appetite significantly.

Nothing bad could be said about the mummy bread per se – it was gooey, soft and packed a cheesy punch. Thien couldn't put his finger on what exactly was off-putting about the small round of dough, but it left him with a nagging unease in his belly. Maybe that was the source of his sudden reluctance to try the bloody finger hot dog. The gloriously disgusting design was right up Thien's alley and he wasn't put off by fake blood, no matter if it was in a movie or on a bun. The smell of meat and nitrate, however, didn't exactly appeal to him.

This was perfectly normal food, he told himself. This was food he liked. But the beefy sausage didn't go well with the overly sweet ketchup and even after Thien had swallowed, it left an oily film in his mouth. Thien couldn't bring himself to finish the whole thing. He hoped that the chocolate treat would help him get rid of both taste and mouthfeel, but the gooey fudge mixed with the meat grease in a highly unpleasant way.

At this point, Thien was fed up with anything edible. He placed the plate on the floor next to his chair and sipped on the pitch black cocktail instead. The crisp and tart flavor was enjoyable, until Thien's tastebuds betrayed him again and reported an intrusion of nail polish remover. Thien frowned, put the flask away and hugged his abdomen. His insides felt raw and a burning sensation had taken hold of his stomach. Even focusing on the movie didn't make him feel better anymore. It was like half of the bites he took had been stuck in his throat, pushing against his uvula with every bobbing gulp.

Thien's saliva carried a faint aroma of beans and cheese and chocolatey hot dogs, which would have been repulsive even if the fluid hadn't flooded his mouth like it did. He couldn't help but wonder if his belly was scolding him with angry growls – the TV was loud enough to drown out every other sound, but Thien felt it rumble and churn under his grip. His body was moving towards a direction he didn't like at all and maybe it was already too late to turn back.

"Damn it, I'm about to burst!", Isaiah groaned, taking the words right out of Thien's mouth. "'xcuse me for a minute, I gotta make room for more."

"Open the window when you're done!" Luka demonstratively held his nose. Thien licked his lips nervously. Hopefully, Isaiah wouldn't take too long.

Except that he did. Of course. At least ten minutes passed and Thien's stomach was bubbling like the witch's brew in the garden. He sank deeper into his armchair, only to have the shift in pressure force a burp out of his overboiling gastric kettle. It tasted as bad as it felt, sour and acrid. Thien's sore throat constricted in sync with his contracting abdominal muscles. The abundance of alkaline spit left a bitter taste in his mouth that didn't go away as he swallowed frantically.

Thien had to admit that this wouldn't end well if he stuck to his strategy of watching and waiting.

Careful not to send an unintended evacuation order to his stomach, Thien pushed himself up and left the black room. He teetered through the batcave towards the guest toilet door in the entry hall. It was still locked and Thien heared Isaiah humming inside. He took a deep breath and knocked.

"Aren't you done yet?"

"Uhm… no? I would have left if I was, wouldn't I?" Isaiah wasn't wrong, but that didn't help Thien with his emergency. Hot bile crawled up his throat, burning it like a sandpaper scrub.

"Can you hurry up a bit?", he croaked after forcing the rancid fluid back down. "…please?"

"I can't, especially not if you rush me. Or listen." Isaiah let out an uncomfortable groan. "Privacy, please?"

"Sorry, but I really need to…" Just as Thien was about to explain his dire situation, he was cut off by an unannounced surge of vomit rushing up his esophagus. He tried to swallow it back down, but the stuff just kept on coming. Desperately, Thien clutched his mouth with both hands. There was no way to contain the flood, he needed something to be sick in, and he needed it right now.

The kitchen sink? Too far away, Thien would probably explode on the way and splatter the entire foyer floor with his undigested stomach contents. The umbrella stand? It did look kind of expensive and Thien hadn't forgotten how Tiago had freaked out about Isaiah barfing in his mother's car. Family possessions were serious business to him. In an act of sheer desperation, Thien ripped open the entrance door, fell on his knees and lifted the lid from the big jack-o'-lantern.

Gentle warmth caressed Thien's skin as his face came close to the candle. Then he parted his lips and extinguished the flame with a jet of puke spraying from his very own fire hose. He had not expected the sheer force of the expulsion. Every single muscle from his neck down the chest to his abdomen cramped spasmodically, causing his body to jerk with a violent recoil as more of his dinner gushed from his mouth. Thien caught his glasses just in time before they could fall into the fetid mess bursting out of him. With trembling fingers, Thien put them aside – he had no intention to take a closer look at the cascade of sewage water he spewed into the pumpkin.

The violent heaves made him even more lightheaded, which in turn increased his nausea. One of Thien's hands held on to the jagged edge of the jack-o'-lantern with such strength that his knuckles turned white. The other one pushed against his aching belly that was gripped by a wrenching pain with every single retch. After the first spontaneous projectiles, expelling the remains of his meal became a more arduous task. Each gag pushed the thick mush just a little bit further up his esophagus. The physical strain brought tears to his eyes and pierced his left ear.

Suddenly, Thien felt a hand patting his back.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry!" Isaiah's bad conscience couldn't have been more obvious in his facial expression than it was in his voice. "I should have let you in."

Thien was unable to reply, but the thumps on his back helped his body to push the sick over the threshold. He tensed with another heave before he finally threw up a chunky blend of beans and dough and truffle and sausage bites. It tasted absolutely vile as it pumped up his throat and spurted from his mouth, plopping into the vomit pool below him with moist splats.

"Yeah, get it all out, you got this", Isaiah cheered him on. His closeness and touch did make Thien feel better. He wasn't used to someone taking care of him when he was being sick and he had expected it to only add awkwardness to the physical discomfort. Actually, it helped him to relax a bit and just let things happen. As Thien's body punched itself in the gut again with a vigorous muscle contraction, he leaned into it and bent closer to the jack-o'-lantern. More of the food he had forced down against his better judgment made a noisy return through his gaping mouth.

The messy slop Thien hurled into the pumpkin wasn't the only pattering sound anymore. His vomit had reached the jack-o'-lantern's razor-toothed grin and poured out of the creature's mouth as well. When Thien was finally able to catch his breath, shakily wiping his lips, the ghoulish pumpkin he had infected still kept on barfing down the steps.

"Damn it", Thien croaked. "I didn't think it would be so much."

"It's not your fault." Isaiah still rubbed Thien's back, even though he had stopped puking. "I had no idea you were going to be sick. Sorry I took so long."

"You couldn't have known. Just when I tried to tell you, it all came up." Thien spat out to get rid of the horrible taste sitting comfortable on his tongue. "By the way, did you happen to see cleaning supplies in the bathroom? I'd really like to destroy the evidence before Tiago finds out about this."

"Before I find out about what?"

Both Thien and Isaiah spun around, startled. Tiago was towering over them, arms crossed. Luka peered through the foyer door, curiously watching the scene unfold. Thien sighed in defeat and buried the face in his hands.

"I – I'm so sorry about this", he mumbled against his palms. "It's the antibiotics. My stomach wasn't great the whole week, but I swear this never happened before. Maybe the food was too spicy… or it's getting worse. I just couldn't hold it in."

"So… technically it's Isaiah's fault again because he's the one who was blocking the restroom", Tiago concluded.

"Hey, that's not fair!", Isaiah protested. "Don't make me clean up again."

"Don't blame him, he's not a clairvoyant." With a deep sigh, Thien put his glasses back on and got up from the ground. He was barely standing when a loud scream from the street made him flinch.

A tiny scarecrow pointed at them, then waved at her friends Chucky and Pennywise.

"You gotta check this out!", the little girl squealed. "There's a puking pumpkin!"

"It looks so real!" Pennywise stared at the front door in awe. "Not just dumb seeds and that stringy stuff from inside."

Wide eyed and a bit bashful, the illustrious trio crept closer. Scarecrow raised both her sickle and her tin bucket.

"Trick or treat!", she screeched with a voice resembling nails on a chalkboard. That kid had definitely practiced the grand entrance. While Tiago grabbed the candy bowl that had been strategically placed in the shoe rack, Chucky leaned over to his killer clown friend and whispered:

"It even stinks. This house is the best."

Thien had to bite his lower lip – not because he was embarrassed or nauseous, but to desperately hold back a hysterical giggle. The pint sized horror creatures thanked their chocolate donors with some well-rehearsed poses that were definitely more adorable than scary, then they moved on. As soon as Thien and Isaiah had entered the house and Tiago had closed the door behind them, the friends broke into laughter. Even Tiago couldn't contain himself, although he didn't roll on the ground like Isaiah did.

"That was honestly the funniest shit ever", Luka spluttered, clutching his belly. "Ti, you know that you have to leave the stuff there. They're going to hype up every kid in the neighbourhood."

"Guess there's no need to fear monsters when you have friends like you", Tiago snorted, trying to regain control. "So what. You gotta do anything to one-up your neighbours. Now get your lousy asses back into the living room, we're gonna clean up later."

"We? Did you just say… we?" Thien smiled warily. "So you can be nice if you want to."

"Don't tell anyone or I make you wipe up that barf with your tongue. Understood?" Tiago shoved Thien in the direction of the guest toilet. "Now rinse out that mouth, your breath reeks of puke. And by the way, the only things you get for the rest of the night are tea and saltines."

Thien swallowed down the thank you he had on the tip of his tongue. But the fact that, of all people, Tiago headed to the kitchen to prepare some tea made him feel a little warm and fuzzy. Even though Thien hadn't quite forgiven his body for acting up at the worst time possible, at least it had made this Halloween a night to remember.

[nerd-chocolate]

Hello I’m back with some headcanons about @artzychic27 ‘s ocs but this time it not about the class or the Austins. It instead for the most disgusting and hated, Lucien and Emani. And you can already tell I don’t these characters and I’m going to have trigger warnings and if the creator aren’t comfortable with these headcanons, I can and will delete this post.

Tw for: Abusive relationships, dog death, mental health, and stalking

Lucien Rebois:

He lives with his Mom, Melanie Rebois since his dad left them when he was 3

He had Great Dane dog name Sapphire based on the color of her eyes but died because of bone cancer and felt like he needed to keep things close so he won’t lose them

Lucien was on the soccer team when he was little and loved the sport ever since.

Lucien fall in love Marc just because of his looks alone and doesn’t really know him as much he claims to know (just the based level)

Lucien really cares about his reputation and wanted to be perceived as perfect as possible and already thought he was. So he tries to fix Marc’s ‘flaws’ to him as much as possible.

The collar that he gave to Marc was his sapphire’s collar before he recolored it and put emerald jewels on it.

Lucien is very controlling to the point where he treats certain people as dogs.

Lucien is surprisingly good at making Arts and Crafts.

Lucien’s necklace was from his grandmother.

Emani Pulateur (My least favorite out of the two):

Emani lives with his mom Evelyn Pulater and his sister Brooke Pulater.

His parents are divorced (because they both agree they don’t work as a married couple but they are on good terms) and his dad lives in North America.

His sister, Brooke ( probably near the age that Jalil and Nora are) is very kind, a bit competitive and a perfectionist. She worries for his brother’s mental health and wants him to get better but kinda knows that he is a bit too far gone at this.

He looks up to his cousin , Vincent aza (yes that dude), from a very young age and wanted to be just like him and he thinks he didn’t do anything wrong and only wanted to be close to his passion and joy (Jagged Stone) just like he does.

He was in a photography club before getting kicked out because they said it was ‘inappropriate’ (his words not mine) to take pictures of Nathaniel without him knowing.

Emani has internalized homophobia so he tries to make nath as feminine as possible so he feels and perceives as normal to people and himself.

Emani was always into making dolls and now he based all his dolls on nath and even sleeps with one.

Emani has dimples that are from his mom’s genetics.

Emani’s has his old dollhouse that is ridiculously fancy and he likes it to be his dream house for him and Nath.

Emani is a really good actor and if someone doesn’t know him, he can gaslight them for his own personal gain.

Emani is really good at chess.

Brooke is aware of her brother stalking nath but doesn’t know what to do or to talk to with.

[awkwardgtace]

🎨 and 🌌 for Delphia and the gods?

ty ty!!

🎨 Does your OC have any craft skill, as a hobby or profession? If so which?

Delphia: Scrapbooking and/or bookbinding. She likes to record things that have happened. It's all a hobby for her, but she treats it as part of her job.

Vitus: Woodworking and 100% a hobby. If we count writing as a craft skill then that's a profession!

Felix: Sewing. In AUs where he can he's a professional otherwise it's just a hobby and one he greatly enjoys

Dabria: Painting! In general she keeps it as a hobby but will sell paintings she makes when she likes the offer or her family needs the money.

Rhys: He likes tinkering with electronics so I'd say that's his craft skill. Robotics, electrical wiring? Idk something like that! He prefers it as a hobby.

Sola: She likes drawing and it's 100% a hobby.

Luna: He's a bit similar to Alessia and tries a lot of things, but he doesn't really have any he'd claim.

Ryder: Metal working! Because he naturally can make any weapons he eventually learns he can shape the metal itself He also paints minis when human. Both are things he'll do for a profession because he enjoys it, but not always

Ash: Floral design! They enjoy making beautiful scenery. It's pretty much their profession

Alessia: Not really, but mostly because she likes to try a bit of everything. They're pretty much all hobbies

🌌 If your OC has a nightmare, what’s it most likely about?

Delphia: She is back with the king, she'd never escaped. The gods were a dream so were her relationships.

Vitus: Fate determines the gods are a risk again, including Dabria.

Felix: The others see him as the former god of prosperity. Just as often he dreams he's caused those he cares about to be hurt or killed

Dabria: They failed to stop the old gods, this happier family has been fake. There's nothing she can do to fix it.

Rhys: Vincent and Delphia are sacrificed specifically to him. They don't come back.

Sola: Mortals attack her and Delphia doesn't defend her

Luna: He fails to keep monsters out of the dark and mortals get hurt

Ryder: He's forced to fight. The other gods and Delphia stare at him in fear because of the war he waged

Ash: Delphia is finally scared of them. The nightmare they'd had where they saw how they appear becomes real.

Alessia: She wakes up in her village as Ophelia again. The day she met Delphia. She tries to meet her and instead of the kindness she's met with anger and hatred. Utterly rejected.

[characternerdocs]

Happy Birthday Vincent!!!

Thanks for being the OC to kick off my years of crafting stories and building lore!

[elvenbeard]

1, 2, and 3 for Vincent if you'd like? <3

Yusss, thanks so much for asking!!! :D

1. How does your OC feel about their full name?

His first name, Vincent, he chose himself. There is no particular deeper reason, it was a name that he always liked and it did the job of having something to be called that didn’t make his skin crawl. Ezaki, his last name, his father’s, his conservative, traditionalist family’s name, he does not care for. In a handful of instances it had turned out to be beneficial to carry it, but the bad connotations and memories he associates with it outweigh the name’s usefulness by far by now. For security reasons, or so he tells himself, he keeps his full name a secret from most people. Also, Jackie gave him his nickname “V” in the night they first met, and now more than ever he prefers just V over any other name.

2. What do strangers notice about them first?

Probably his hair: very styled, very bright colours. He is not very tall but carries himself as if he was. Then they’d notice the large, dark tattoos framing his face, and finally that pair of intense brown eyes that give you the feeling he already knows more about you after a second of eye contact than you’ll ever figure out about him.

3. How does their social personality differ from how they act when they’re alone?

V is serious, but friendly, can be bold even, but he will always remain somewhat distanced, tense or guarded. He tends to hide or at least somewhat conceal his thoughts and feelings behind sarcasm.

Specifically during his time at Arasaka he crafted this personality, this costume almost, of a tough and maybe even scary guy who can ruin your life in the blink of an eye if you cross him – but who will stand in for you if you show him loyalty and respect and do what he says. His Arasaka-persona has slightly faded with the forced change of surroundings after he was kicked out, replaced with a slightly less scary, less intimidating mask – but still a mask he wears to protect himself. He is still more than able to recall is corpo-personality at will and put himself back into that mindset if need be, but usually only does so if it can grant him an edge in a tense situation.

It’s rare to see his mask lift at all when he’s around people he does not know well. If something happens that causes him to drop his guard, the next disaster getting out of control, someone he cares about getting hurt – you’ll get a rare glimpse of a more real, and much more vulnerable V than the way he presents himself.

When he’s alone or solely around a small group of people he feels a close connection to he is more likely to let down his walls, is more softspoken and allows himself to show weakness and emotions that he’d usually hide out of fear of them being used against him. He is a lot more goofy in private than in public settings, too.