#ocs stuff

[astral-monster]

Loka Jinnai - info

Fun fact- he will eat anything you put on a plate infront of him!!

[starriebug]

nightmare 🌼

I really just wanted to draw Korey In a sunflower Field since I’ve always say the song for Amoro is Girasol

it also is gonna be a bit of a teaser for my plans for Amo’s birthday on June 15th

Tagging mutuals and friends:

@oya-oya-okay @mxsternobody @harryinramshackle @goofsillyfunnygoober @djchik @karaageandtarts @skibidibabygirl

@localtboy-ivan @mello-bee @vivisypopsoda @onegianthotmess

@stormyscrapez

[little-miss-of-the-sky]

The real death is when the livings forget you

This was supposed to be a simple writing training but this turned into so much that i count it as lore for my ocs. 

Words : 2,1 k

The ocs presents are :

Malina

Hope

Victoria

Hinata

The oc who is talked about is :

Tsuki

When 9-year-old Hinata had an idea in mind, nothing could stop her, even the protests of her two older adopted sisters, whom she happily dragged along in her mischief. While sweet 16-year-old Hope always gave in easily to the young girl's pleas, cold-hearted Victoria was harder to convince.

One balmy summer afternoon, when the sky was turning gold and orange and the clouds were turning pink, Hinata found Victoria sparring with another saint, trying to get the upper hand. The teenager's pale features were dirtied by the dust of her battle, while her armor reflected the last glimmers of the glorious daylight. 

"Vickyyyyyyy!"

Hinata's sharp voice made her stop her fight, her eyes filling with boredom and the faintest curiosity. Victoria beckoned her training companion to wait before moving towards the girl who had called her, running a hand through her sweat-soaked hair. 

"What is it, Hinata? And stop interrupting me all the time. "

"But Vicky! I want to tell you to come with me and Hope! "

"Is this more of your nonsense? "

"Yes and....no . We're going to find out what happened to Tsuki! Even Deathmask told me that a spirit from the sanctuary library could help us! "

"And you believe him? "

"Aphrodite was there when he told me, and he doesn't dare talk nonsense when Dite is around."

Victoria took time to think for a moment, because deep down, she was also interested in Tsuki's story, even though she knew it only through Hinata's words. And if this mysterious spiritual source could be true, it might be worth a try. 

"Okay Hinata.....when are we going?"

"Now! "

Victoria barely had time to greet the apprentice she was facing before Hinata had already run off, her amber locks dancing in the warm breeze.

"Well, you can see her Italian genes..." mused Victoria, before swearing quickly at her tired legs and dashing off in pursuit of the little girl. 

Hope was already waiting for them in front of the Pope's palace, examining an ancient book with some interest, turning each yellowed page with delicacy. She barely had time to react before Hinata threw herself onto her back, wrapping her arms around her neck in an embrace.

"Hope! What are you reading? And you're beautiful! "

"Thanks sweety! And this is a very very old book I found in a corner of the library. Some pages have been lost to time and insects, but I think it was an archive of all the saints from the previous holy war. "

"Oh....and did you find Tsuki? And the ghost we're going to see?"

"Yes, don't worry. Tsuki's here. Apparently, she would have been the holder of a Vulpaca cloth, the Autumn one, which has disappeared today. And our ghost is called Malina. She was an apprentice who appeared in Athena's place at the sanctuary, without being the goddess. According to what's written, she was too mature for her age and had a certain.... detachment from people. "

Victoria frowned when she spotted an almost faded note at the corner of the page, bending down to examine it better. 

"Malina Ennigbar, born March 12, 1741, died May 26, 1749. The little girl didn't live long - 8 years. At least, in the context of her life, that's enough. "

Hope glanced at Hinata, glad that she was too distracted watching the solitary buzzard soaring in the sky to hear this morbid detail. Then she stood up, gently putting an arm around Victoria's shoulder and ruffling Hinata's hair. 

"Well, shall we go?"

Hinata scrambled to her feet, almost tripping over one of the wide marble steps in her enthusiasm, clinging to Victoria's gloved hand. She let out a sigh, but made no attempt to push the younger girl away. 

One of the first things that disturbed Hope when they entered the palace was the heavy silence, filled with something that almost resembled fear. Guards, typical of the sanctuary, were present, but tension was written all over their faces, and none of them sought conversation. Victoria had stopped complaining and gave Hope a questioning look when she saw the Pope's empty throne. This didn't reassure them. 

"Is the Pope out of his mind at the moment, or is it just me? Maybe he's going senile, but that's a bit quick. "

Without stopping, Hope beckoned Victoria to lower her voice, to which the teenager gave an annoyed pout, without ceasing to look around her. 

"Me, I think he's weird....sometimes he's nice, but sometimes he's mean. It's as if they were two different people...."

Hinata's voice had lost its usual vivacity, her icy-blue eyes riveted to the floor as she fidgeted with the sleeve of her jacket. 

"Once, I was playing with Asterion and Ptolemy when....we heard the Pope arguing with someone.... in the baths. So we went to see..."

Hope interrupted to exclaim in a slightly shocked tone:

"Hinata! You know very well you don't have the right! "

"I know! But when we went, he was all alone! He was arguing by himself! He didn't even see us! Well, we didn't see his face because his blue hair hid everything! "

Victoria suddenly felt as if her brain had just short-circuited. In her memories, the Pope didn't have blue hair, he didn't seem crazy, and all this was mixed up with a lot of coincidences. 

Hope seemed just as confused, while Hinata's hand clutched her bracelet. 

"Well, it's cute conspiracy theories about the evidence of 3 little snoopers, but I thought we were supposed to be talking to spirits . Besides, we've arrived. "

Victoria pushed open the heavy library doors, letting Hope and Hinata through. 

The air was filled with dust, the rows of books looking older and older as the floors stretched into the library. Hinata, still on guard, tugged lightly at Victoria's hand before murmuring:

"What do we do now? What do we call her? The ghost. "

Hope took her in her arms, smiling gently before replying: 

 "Apparently, she's in a corner she frequented when she was alive. But she won't come if you don't smile! "

"Right! Do you think she likes ABBA? "

"Maybe she does! "

At her words, Hope put the little girl down, letting her bolt among the rows of shelves with the ardor of a wild horse. With an amused smile, the oldest of the three girls followed her, while Victoria stood back for a moment to examine a cut on her forearm. As they advanced, the leather covers cracked and dust covered the old pages. Rounding a bend, Hinata stopped abruptly in front of a corner with an old wooden desk whose chair was beginning to mildew. 

Victoria approached the book lying there, a thick volume with a gray cover that time had not erased. 

"Staring at strangers' belongings is rude. "

At the sound of this unfamiliar voice, Hinata screamed, running to hide behind Hope's legs, which made Victoria escape a light laugh. 

"It was the ghost who knew Tsuki, you coward . "

Hope stepped forward cautiously, before extending a hand and asking: 

"Miss Malina? Could you reveal yourself

 to us?"

"I'm already visible, narwhal saint. To your left. "

Hope turned, and all saw her. A little girl with an expression of silent analysis, her fine ebony locks framing her sickly-hale face. Her green eyes were the color of the moss that grows on trees, but they were keen and attentive. When she spoke, her voice was calm, controlled:

"What do you want, narwhal saint, winter Vulpaca saint and future kelpie saint? "

"We want to know who killed Tsuki.... because she was your friend....."

Malina seemed surprised that Hinata was the first to ask this question, but was quick to return to her usual detached expression. 

"It depends. Do you consider the one who condemns the killer, or the one who takes the life?"

"The one who condemns..."

"Right. It was the actions of Dohko of Libra that accidentally condemned Tsuki, but it was the reincarnation of Hades that killed her "

Victoria let out a deep sigh before pinching the bridge of her nose and declaring: 

"Super...... it was the old master who accidentally killed her and who was therefore the saint of Libra. "

The silence that followed was so heavy that Malina sincerely believed that Hope and Hinata were in apnea. Suddenly, this was broken by Hinata who exclaimed: "I knew it! ", and Hope whispered: "can you.... explain your thinking Victoria?"

Victoria, looking quite pleased with herself, sat down on the musty chair, inspecting her nails. 

"Well.....Tsuki says she's spent 250 years protecting someone, who's the old master . For this person to be 250 years old, she must have been between 16 and 20 during the previous holy war. That leaves us with two survivors of the holy war. Except that one has gone to sanctuary. You've got your solution. I just can't figure out how he survived. "

"Excellent. All that's missing is knowledge of an Athena technique that slows the heartbeat. "

Malina seemed slightly more open, her eyes slowly emptying of their initial contempt. It had been a long time since she'd addressed people. 

"And Tsuki died breaking most of the bones in her body. She almost defeated Hades in his palace.... but he pushed her from the height of heaven. She remained conscious until the end, then ... Crack. "

Hope looked horrified, Hinata seemed to be still recording the new information while Hope simply asked Malina: 

"Who was it who had the lovely mission of announcing to the Saint of Libra that his actions had led Tsuki to her doom? "

"I don't know, I was already dead. It was a surprise to find him alive. Tsuki and Haru believed him to have been legitimately killed by Hades. "

Suddenly, Hinata, who had been simmering an idea in her brain for a few minutes, knocked on her knee and exclaimed: 

"That's why he's all old and purple! It's karma! "

Hope tried hard to hide her laughter, her shoulders shaking, while Victoria simply looked dismayed. However, it was Malina who seemed the most surprised, her eyes widening slightly. 

"Dohko is....violet now? "

"Well yes! All old, all purple, like Gollum! Wasn't he like that before? "

"If memory serves, no. Tsuki didn't have such bad taste. "

"Tsuki was in love with him? But she said he was just a friend! "

Hearing this, Malina let out a little laugh somewhere between amusement and desolation, smiling for the first time since she'd met the three girls. 

"Oh yes, she did. Even if she denies it. I suppose they're getting along just the same today? "

Hinata looked at Victoria, who gave Hope a pleading look, seemingly accepting her destiny to be a counsellor to hearts and explaining that to Malina. 

"Long story short....she avoids him like the plague. She's not going to get closer than 5 meters to him . I think she's angry with him for banishing Ohko, for putting up with that child...Saori like Athena. And 250 years alone hasn't helped Tsuki's mental health. Were they really close before? "

"Yes . Both loved each other but both were each a beautiful idiot in their own way. I think Tsuki knew her love was reciprocated but her depression, and the war paralyzed her. But then, Adalhia would have been sad to see them like that now. "

Hinata approached Malina slightly, turning her head like a curious owl, trying to pat the spirit's hand. 

"They didn't kiss? "

"Tsuki would rather have fought Hades' specters plus Poseidon's marinas than this. "

Suddenly, Malina let out a cry of pain, clutching her head in her hands as she nearly lost her balance. 

"Shit.....one's using his cosmos again to try and send me back to the underworld..... always the same person."

She finally steadied herself, straightening up with a certain dignity, smoothing the folds of her brown skirt, the color of the earth.

"I won't last long here. Saint of the Narwhal, tell Dohko that Malina told him to stop pretending to know all the answers, that he'd do far worse if he weren't nailed to Rozan and to stop contradicting Tsuki or I'll come and haunt him."

Hope nodded solemnly, as if Malina had just delivered a mission that would save the universe. Malina hadn't finished her recommendations for her part: 

"Hinata, ask Tsuki why she fell out of her tree. Don't ask me, you'll see her embarrassed, that should be enough for you. In fact, don't go back the way you came. For your own safety. "

The two older girls nodded, teleporting away as the ghost's intangible form disappeared. Once outside, Hinata scurried off, having probably annoyed Deathmask about what she'd found out. Hope and Victoria stood still for a moment before separating, each going back to their training. They both knew who was trying to make Malina disappear, and why their safety would be threatened if they passed through the corridors again. But it was a truth no one was prepared to admit to themselves. 

[kazuww00]

I don’t have twst content right now :(

Just silly oc designs me and my friend made.

[jjuniewizzy]

The Young Wizard Isn’t So Young Anymore…

Hard to claim in a game where everyone has called them Young Wizard for YEARS, but there WAS a day where the Young Wizard truly grew up! It was when we graduated that fateful day after Morganthe was defeated and we dawned the title of Child of Light & Shadow. When we graduated everyone that got us there was there to celebrate, seeing for the first time in a long time to result of perseverance the birth of a legend to last all time. The savior of the spiral; a hero.

So what happened after we grew up? We were whisked away to Polaris to aide Bartleby yes, but we found ourselves entrenched in an expanse of the spiral we never knew existed. Ambrose guessed we’d end up there, the Arcanum, but if he suspected such things why never mention it? Perhaps we’ll never know, but regardless it always felt like the natural next step in our journey. We are still a legend, a Savior of the spiral, but now these Scholars are not just teachers or mentors… They’re *peers*, colleagues, we don’t answer *to* them we work *along side* them.

If it’s not obvious, Arc 3 is my favorite Arc of this game. It shows maturity that comes with saving the universe twice and doing a third time as a grown adult. Spider even says it himself in the Sands of Time, “Look at you, all grown up!” The primordial deities even recognize we are not the bright eyed bushy tailed wizard heading down Unicorn Way. We are seasoned, we are experienced…

We are no longer playing games.

Perhaps that’s why Arc 4 shows us at our most irritated. As we continue to save the Spiral from impending doom once more we can’t help but get frustrated over the people around us arguing and taking and taking and *taking*. How dare they! We’re saving their sorry asses and there’s no even a thank you until the darkest hour?! How. Dare. They. But we can’t think selfishly like that, lest we do the spiral a disservice. After all we are Bartleby’s Scion, we can’t go disappointing now. So, maybe no longer with a smile, we save the universe once more and solve yet another crisis. The dust has settled and all seems well, but what happens when a new threat dawns the shores of the Spiral?

Where… Or *What*… Is our breaking point?

[jakethefurry]

listening some music

[ash-eats-film]

Okay fuck it I'm sharing my OCs and y'all have to deal with it.

(art by @suddenly-frankenstein) This is Father Elias D'Arcy, a Catholic priest who was forcibly turned into a vampire in the 1800s as a cruel joke by one of the excommunicated parishioners of the church he was raised in and eventually chosen to preside over. After he's turned, the church fears his power too much to cast him out, choosing instead to hide him and move him from church to church across the country whenever the parishioners grow too close to discovering what he is or when he fucks up majorly and they have to do a quick coverup.

(art by @suddenly-frankenstein) This is Jacob McCarthy, one of the parishoners of a church Elias presides over in the mid 1950s. He's gone his whole life convincing himself he can be straight, marries a girl he grew up in the church with, has a couple kids, ya know the heteronormative works. The oldest of four and the only son, he was expected to carry on the family legacy, take over his father's law practice, and overall be the perfect representation of a good Catholic. Then he met Elias.

(art by @suddenly-frankenstein) It was love at first sight for both of them, forever changing the course of their lives, and for the next few years, they have a passionate and loving affair. It's the happiest either of them is in their entire lives. Jacob finds out about Elias' vampiric nature and loves him despite it, and even admires him more for holding to his faith despite what he's become when others would've turned their back on their faith and blamed God for allowing it to happen. But of course...ya know something is gonna go wrong.

(art by @suddenly-frankenstein) Elias starts to neglect his hunger, finding himself drawn closer to his humanity again because of Jacob. Jacob gives him a little of his own blood every now and then, but never too much that it's harmful to him. Until one night Elias hasn't fed in a few days, and in the throes of passion he takes too much, putting Jacob on the brink of death. In his final moments, Elias begs Jacob to let him turn him, but Jacob refuses, knowing it would mean never seeing his family again and having to live as one of the walking damned. But he forgives Elias for what's happened to him, and even as he lays dying, only smiles and tells him he's happy to have experienced true love even if it led to his death. He dies in Elias' arms, leaving him alone and empty in his painful eternity once again, forced to flee in the middle of the night.

(art by @sarahp_draws on Instagram) As the years go by, Elias is haunted by Jacob's death, on occasion believing he sees the actual ghost of his lover, wishing only to join him and having no heart in his faith anymore. He only stays with the church because it's the only life he ever knew for nearly 200 years and he promised Jacob on his death bed he would continue in his servitude. In the era of the Satanic panic, he's moved to a church with another priest with sinful thoughts of his own, Elias only wanting to help the young man who sees demons and hears voices with a sexual fascination for the divine. But when he discovers Elias' true nature, he betrays him, outing him to the parish and claiming he was attacked. In the early hours of the morning, they find Elias before the church can help him escape, dragging him down the steps of the church and into the light of the morning where he's reduced to ashes, and in a way, finally free.

(art by @jalattes)

That's just a quick summary about them, if y'all would be interested in hearing more, I'd be more than happy to share. I literally love them both so much and have thought WAY too much about their back stories and their story together I needed somewhere to put this.

[yurrimoo]

Just some designs (and mostly dead girls)

Top (Left to right) - Samantha, Laurelle

Bottom (Left to Right)- Ryoba, Yanni

Tagging ppl :3 :-

@l0ve3na @randys-adventures @n7gg3ts0nmarss @ireva-iv @chzrieka @lovelyoliviasblog @i-am-xp-64 @penelopefoxofficial @ashmyself @anna-cute-049 @drakobloxxer-creature-bites-you @m00nsworldsstuff

[celaenoarts]

Hey yall heres my fur(feather?)sona... Owlsona i guess? lol anyways i hope yall like me :33

I made myself a western burrowing owl, because their native to where im native, and i genuinely love them and think i was one in a past life lolll and a Crow because i love crows, and have always found myself feeding them and saying hi ever since a small child so i just decided to throw it in there to "explain" my coloring (this was my color scheme anyways only her technical genetics and lore changed LOL)

Feel free to draw her with ur fursonas doing anything from partying to playing board games! [ONLY WHOLESOME AND SAFE FOR WORK CONTENT]

[gooby-boober]

Official height chart and references for my ocs!! Hopefully more consistent art to come!!!!

[astral-monster]

Kouji Okumara

Based of the king of hearts, Kouji has no issue requesting things from Riddle, although very meekly, he still manages to get people spared from riddle unique magic

Have them in a dress as well why not

[starriebug]

-Broken doll-

For @mxsternobody 🩵

their twst oc is so scrumptious would eat again

Tagging other friends! @oya-oya-okay @skibidibabygirl @goofsillyfunnygoober @vivisypopsoda @ukkikuro @djchik @redheadedsilly @raineondrugs @andminnequin

Bonus gift!

Love you spouse and I wanted to draw Jouet

[equius]

Hey man can I ask ab your OCs and the show you’re watching in your head

YOU CAN ABSOLUTELY ASK.

this is inure! she's from a species called the sajuna (personal species), and they are on the brink of extinction due to procreation severely dwindling over the last few hundred years; they struggle to carry to term, and most of their attempts at procreation often end in stillbirths. however, those in the royal bloodlines seem to have more luck producing offspring than anyone else, and thus, they're encouraged to take multiple partners and try to produce as many children as possible once they're able. inure was one such child.

however! while she was born to royalty, she isn't able to live a life of easy luxury like she might have had she been born a long time ago. she has no definitive ties to the throne or ruling system of her planet, though she would definitely be in the running if something horrible happened to the current ruling family and they all died or something. currently, she works as a model so she can travel intergalactically, and has a better chance of finding the descendants of other sajuna that left the planet years ago. not many sajuna leave the planet these days, so her presence in shows tends to be an attraction in and of itself, as the strange and exotic folk are always a notable draw in that sort of industry, and she takes advantage of it.

it should be said that she loves her people and would give anything to see her race brought back from its status as an endangered species, and thus, she is constantly wrestling with suppressing her own dreams and desires to simply travel and enjoy her life without feeling like she's chained down by the responsibility to procreate, which she will have to do in a few years, as sajuna are unable to bear children until they are nearly 30-40 years old.

though, i'm currently going off on a tangent and am having the ship she's traveling on get hijacked by space pirates who only wanted the valuables on it, and she gets recognized as a rare individual, so they decide to hold her for ransom from her planet's royal family, and maybe somewhere along the way there's some wacky found family hijinks or something. idk.

[the7thmartian]

lil art trend on Bluesky yoooooooooo

[jjuniewizzy]

✨️The Spiral Repository is OPEN! ✨️

After some VERY hard work from some of us over here in the Creative-End of the Wizard101 Community, we are proud to present the opening of The Spiral Repository Discord Server! The Spiral Repository serves as place to join and share lore, headcanons, characters, and more regarding your favorite aspects of Wizard101 and Pirate101!

Consider joining us today for fun aspects like- ✨️A wholly SFW space for everyone of all walks of life! ✨️Friendly staff who’ll be able to answer and help you with any questions or needs you may have! ✨️Engaging community discussions through character polls, art, and much more! ✨️Organized Threads for you to post all your OCs’ info in! Doesn’t matter how many you make, keep ‘em coming! ✨️Multiple roleplay channels that everyone and their OCs can play around in! ✨️Character/story competitions to shine a spotlight on everyone’s creative works! ✨️Monthly events where everyone can team up, quest, farm, and much more in-game!