#originalworld

[sal-thesalty]

Slay The False Gods characters GOOOO!!!!!!

[jamesthecomiccreator]

The Arkinghamverse Collection! (7 / END)

"At Arkingham Family Ltd. Co., we believe in honoring the past while pushing the boundaries of the present, and that can go as far as taking classic designs like the Beretta AS70/90 LMG, and refine them with cutting-edge technology and materials, ensuring reliability, precision, and ease of use in any situation.

We also work together to analyze and learn from the innovations and choices of weapons made and used by our competitors, such as the ARMACOT PMC Group, where we incorporate the best features and advancements to deliver similar, if not, superior products made with our fine skills and craftsmanship.

However, as part of Arkingham's extensive network filled with various companies to choose from, we believe that it is our commitment to provide solutions that enhance the effectiveness and versatility of modern warriors, if not, well-meaning consumers like you by ensuring we are equipped with the finest tools for any mission. Whether it is the Silver Family Archives, Generic Custom Arms, or the mysterious Ghost Weapons collection, we are here and we aren't leaving anytime soon!" - Arkingham Family Ltd. Co., 2024

A.F. Ltd. Co. - ARK-Crowd Stormer: A 100-round, belt-fed machine gun originally from Italy, it was later reproduced in Arkingham after the original model had failed to meet standards set by their alpine infantry; with improvements such as the ability to accept standard, 30-round magazines typically used on most assault rifles, improved parts to prevent jams and malfunctions, as well enhanced materials to lighten the weapon while maintaining durability, the Arkingham Insurgency Rescuers and the Arkingham Militarized Forces would later use this improved machine gun design.

A.F. Ltd. Co. - ARK-Pocket Rocket: A single-shot, break-action, standalone grenade launcher model typically used on ARMACOT's primary assault rifle, the ARMACOT-WVAR, unlike other grenade launchers that have to be opened by pushing forward, this grenade launcher uses a similar technique to the ARK-Lawkeeper, and the MBO-M40G by swinging to the side for easier reloading and changing grenade launcher ammunition type, with the alternative, underbarrel design capable of doing it as well to provide portable boom and inevitable ass whooping anywhere!

There is also the alternate model which can be attached to the ARMACOT-WVAR, officially known as the ARK-SAR4 by our factories, via an underbarrel attachment system, which also fits snuggly with the battle rifle version of the said rifle, better known as the ARMACOT-WVBR or the ARK-SBR8 respectively!

[tanukijay-official]

Prophetic Moons Chapter Two - Connor Nichols

9:00am

New York City, New York

New York General Hospital

“See you tomorrow, Doctor!”

“See ya, Janice.” 20-year-old Connor Nichols called to the receptionist as he left his work, heading to the parking lot and then to his car. It was difficult to find - he couldn’t rely on color. Instead, he had memorized his license plate. It was unique to others, so it was something that he could easily find among the cars. That, and memorize where he parked. That also helped. 

Connor eventually found his vehicle, opening the teal door that led to the driver’s seat and sitting down, getting his keys in and starting his vehicle. He then drove away, taking off his mask so he could see better. He had to get home. He had to tend to something. If he’s even okay. Connor thought as he swallowed back his worry. He should be okay. He will be okay.

Connor pulled into a parking lot, grabbing all he needed before he headed up to his apartment. He unlocked the door using his key, rushing a little. He had to be okay. He just had to be-

“You’re late.” Connor’s heart lifted with relief as he stepped in, looking over to see his little brother, 12-year-old Jackson Nichols. Jackson had pale maroon skin, with bright teal eyes and medium maroon hair. Connor knew those weren’t the real colors. He was colorblind - tritanopia. He was blind to the color blue. Most of what he saw were shades of red, or teal. Did it get annoying?

Absolutely.

Did he really mind?

No.

“I’m sorry.” Connor set his bag down and headed to the red couch, sitting by his brother’s side. “Late shift at the hospital. I did warn you what my job was like.” Jackson didn’t look up from his game.

“You said you’d be here when I woke up. I woke up at 8:00. An hour ago.” He argued. Connor knew his little brother was hurt. He hadn’t meant to be out that late. But duty calls, and Connor’s job as a surgeon was a busy one. He knew it was usually frown upon for cannibals to be doctors, but he was up for it. 

“I understand Jackson, but my job involves late nights. It’s not like I have a set schedule.” He headed for the bathroom. “I’m gonna get clean. Did you have breakfast?” “Cereal.” Jackson didn’t look over. Connor nodded, as he set his medical bag down.

“Alright.” He headed to the bathroom, closing the door with a sight. He stared at himself in the mirror. He removed his dark teal mask, to reveal his looks. Light teal eyes, maroon skin, dark maroon hair. Similar to Jackson, but darker. He sighed, gripping the edge of the sink as he leaned over it. “Could really use some help, Bradley.” He admitted softly, He got undressed, heading into the shower. On his right pectoral was the marking of a bright turquoise moon, with icicles hanging off of it. When you touched it, you could feel the sting of snow in -7 degree Fahrenheit weather. 

Connor didn’t exactly understand it. Everyone around him in the Horror House often called him Young Moon or Moon - in reference to an age-old legend. 

The story went as such - 4 children selected at birth by 5 Gods - the Moons. One for Rage and War, one for Grief and Loss, one for Family and Duality, and finally, one for Longing and Singularity. When together, they would reset the world and everyone would be with their parents in their worlds of origin. 

While it was a nice story, it was just that - a story. A legend. Didn’t mean Connor was this great warrior - far from it. He was just a doctor with a birthmark that happened to carry a sub-zero temperature. Nothing more. 

Connor finished his shower, walking out. He felt a freezing pain on his chest, and he hissed in pain as he took a knee. “Ah-” He looked up, and spotted his phone. He grabbed it, going to see where the pain was so he knew who to call. It seemed to be originating from….

His marking? Oh jeez…. He knew who to contact. He dialed the number on his cell, staying on the floor. 

“Hey, Simon? We need to chat.”

[mistyrphillips]

The Tangled Mirror - Part One

Young Chase meets a new friend, but wants to be so much more.

The Diary of Chase Burke, age thirteen. Sunday, July 24th Dear Diary, My adventure began today. As always, whenever we went sailing, I was up at the bow, letting the ocean spray me and get me soaked. I wasn’t going to miss a feckin’ moment of this adventure below deck. The priests rarely took me out on their adventures ever since Ma died. I don’t know why. I hated being cooped up in that…

[the-cursed-temple]

I drew my boyfriend's oc cause I can. <3 #originalcharacter #originalworld https://www.instagram.com/p/CWL9qe_vx67/?utm_medium=tumblr

[corvocaotico]

Olá como vão? Hoje eu trago um dos desenhos que eu mais refiz, de um livro que não vai sair ,ainda sim foi muito bom dar vida a meu menino Robin de novo :3 Gosta do meu trabalho e gostaria de me apoiar? É só clicar nesse link lindão: https://apoia.se/rafaelmerce #originalcharacter #originalcharacters #ocdrawing #ocdraw #originalworld #originalwork #desenho #arte #ilustração #rasbisco #sketches #drawing #drawinyorstyle #drawdraw #drawdrawdraw https://www.instagram.com/p/CJBc3e3hyST/?igshid=1w54ek2wpsvki

[samdraws-stuff]

Coca-Cola brands as summer time characters. #oc #originalworld #originalcharacter #originalcharacterart #ocdrawing #occharacter #characterart #cherecterdesign #characteroc #characterdesign #mhaoc #bnhaoc #hermesdivision #dtiys #drawingsketch #drawthisinyourstyle #drawings #sketchbook #sketch #drawing #femalecharacter #cocacola #graphicdesign #graphicdesigner (at Atlanta, Georgia) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci2wHFDOUTK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[elenaleungz]

Amazon City Place: Amazon Rainforest #art #brazilart #amazonrainforest #futuristic #scifi #futuristicart #scifiart #fantasyart #cityart #redesign #explorepage #brazil #scifiartwork #futurism #originalcharacter #originalart #originalcharacterart #scificonceptart #elenaLocs #originalworld https://www.instagram.com/p/CZ4avtvOIcq/?utm_medium=tumblr

[heidies]

aerius

This is the first Tumblr post I’ve made about my original world. I’m going to post my Google Docs here where you can view it anonymously without requesting access. 

[novaris-adventures]

Episode VI- Friends

Ramza ran back to his cart, gripping the handholds and thrusting forward recklessly. Men and women and children dove out of his way. The curses that followed him were loud and plentiful.  He didn’t care. He had to get away from that mad man. Why

Praak was fully awake by now. Everyone was on to their days work already- for those who were lucky enough to have it, or were looking for someone stupid enough to be caught unawares. Lucky enough to have work, what a world he lived in. At one point he would have chided someone for having that line of thought even cross the threshold of their mind. 

But now, he was one of those working people who forewent the daily pleasures of just living - for the opportunity to not have to worry about what may come next. The only catch was nowadays he worried just as much as he used to about where he was going to be able to sleep, or eat, or shit. Some days he worried more. His stomach twisted, finally releasing from the knot of adrenaline into a thick rope of anxiety. The call of nature would sing like a bird soon, and he’d have to find a place to relieve himself sooner rather than later.

Ramza eyed tattered business after tattered business. What used to be tailors and blacksmiths were now the homes to squatters and vagrants. They eyed him back like a hawk spying a pigeon. The border city had certainly seen better days. But who hadn’t? He decided it better that he move on.

At the end of the unnamed dirt road was a lone, tall building. Unmarred by the dirth of the Praak, it’s painted yellow walls glowed like a beacon. Everyone knew of the lady Elise, and the loss of her husband Rafiq. The two merry merchants had done what the could to preserve the life of Praak. But the continual presence of the imperials, and eventually The Golden Hand had been too much. Rafiq died handing out reserves and food at a charity line. Ramza wiped away a wanful smile, remembering the day. Almost all of Praak was there.

The pain in his jaw was an instant reminder that those days were gone. Ain’t nothing to do, but to do it, he told himself. Ramza looked around before kneeling down and opening a hidden compartment on his otherwise normal looking cart - revealing two delicious looking strawberry tarts. His stomach grumbled and he had to refocus himself. These were for Alisae!

Ramza rapped twice on the door to Lady Elise’s house.

“Who is it,” Elise called. Ramza could hear her movements on the other side of the thin wooden door.

“It’s me,” Ramza voice caught in his throat, “I’m here to see Alisae.”

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea...”

“Come on, please...” Ramza plead, “I’ve had a hard day.”

There was a moment of silence, and he could hear a pair of latches becoming undone. The door and the wall split for an inch and a woman’s eye appeared in the slit. An alluring emerald green eye, hard and sharp. Elise could size a man’s intentions with just a look. “Ok, but i’m watching you the entire time.”

Ramza blushed, “I apologized, Elise. It won’t happen again.”

The door pulled open revealing a tall slender woman, draped in age old fineries. The faded purple silk doublet was cut and twisted and stitched back together in innumerable ways. Elise had more grey than brown in her hair nowadays. She wasn’t much older than Ramza’s own twenty years old - but stress would do that to anyone.

“I’d dare not, or else I’ll kill you myself.” Elise said cooly. Ramza tried to feign a smile, but it had too many teeth. In his heart, he told himself Elise was harmless. But a woman like that didn’t survive merchanting for as long as she did without sticking at least one person with a knife, or worse. Elise adjusted to his passing, rotating with an easy elegance. “She’s up in her room.”

Ramza hurried with his eyes downcast, not sparing a glance at anything else. He followed the once red carpets like a forested path to Alisae’s rooms. As he neared her door Ramza paused. Elise not a step behind. Ramza forced a smile and knocked on the door as quiet as a whisper.

The door exploded open. Standing in the remnants was a young girl whose mouth was split into a grin as wide as the ocean. “I heard you talking with mum.” Alisae was a blur of white and blue tunic as she rushed him. Before Ramza could compose himself, she wrapped him in a tight hug.

Akwardly, Ramza tried to return the hug without squishing Alisae’s treats. The strawberry tarts were her favorites, and he was reluctant to see them damaged. “I’ve brought you something.”

“What! What!” She shrieked in excitement. Alisae reeled back looking up at him with too close eyes. Her wide-set face framed a small button nose, and a too big smile. “what did you bring me?”

“Alisae, darling - remember your manners!” Elise reminded from outside the doorway.

“Yes, mommy.” Alisae grinned, deep auburn hair falling across her face.

“Well... It wouldn’t be  a surprise if you didn’t have to guess.” Ramza guided, “My how you’ve grown, Alisae. Soon you’re going to be taller than me and your mom!” “Oh shut up,” Alisae said bashfully, a slight blush creeping up her innocent cheeks. She shrugged her shoulders, hiding her shortneck.“Um, um. It’s. Sweets? It’s Sweets!” Alisae said the last as Ramza maneuvered his hands revealing the strawberry tarts in front of his face. “What happened?”

“What do you mean what happened?”

“To you,” She pointed, her mouth opened slightly. Her swollen tongue hanging onto the top of her bottom lip. “Your face, it’s red.”

“Oh it’s nothing,”

Elise pulled his face to the side and inspected it. “I thought you said you were done with that lifestyle. You promised me that you were done with that if you wanted to see Alisae anymore.”

“I am! I haven’t done anything! I ran into a damned fool on my way here.”

“Language!” Elise and Alisae said in unison.

Ramza couldn’t help himself from laughing. Handing Alisae the sweets, he explained, “A man ran into me and I confronted him and he did this. It’s nothing, really.”

“I’m sure I could find something to help it.” Elise said, her soft touch turned into searing pain as she pressed her fingers into the swelling.

“Where have you been?” Alisae asked around a mouthful of pastry.

“I’m fine. I promise.” Ramza reeled back and reiterated, “I’ve been working! Someone has to supply Praak with food! I’ve been working my tail off. Waking up before the sun, just to make it here by noon so I wouldn’t miss our day again!”

Alisae stopped eating and smiled. A smile worth a thousand crummy mornings. Alisae was the type of girl who could make your heart feel warm just by opening the door. When Ramza was allowed to visit with her, it didn’t matter what trials he faced. She could always make him happy. To her, Ramza could do no wrong - a point Elise had made several times. No matter how many times he would disappoint her daughter. There was no keeping the two separate.

With Alisae, Ramza’s heart was full.

Stay tuned next week!

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[devkrusedraws]

Some sketches of Sobee the barbarian of the dungeon buddies, and based on my good friend @jaksenlane #oc #art #artistsoninstagram #artist #sketch #sketchbook #sketching #watercolor #originalworld #characterdesign #characterart #characterillustration #characterart #dnd #dndart #fantasyart #webcomic https://www.instagram.com/p/CCrMOP3DiHd/?igshid=2059vu79c2r5

[natalia-dinodrawer]

Young Archorasaurus. From my sci-fi universe: Dino Odyssey. Archorasaurus are known for being the toughtest species of dinosaur civilization. Their militar culture, fortify cities and big body-size guarantee none other species dare to enter in conflict with them. They are respectful members in the dinosaur societies. Although they have such as military legacy, they are not agressive at all. They are kind and polite. Years taught them to control their strength. Hope you like it. #dinosaur #dinosaurs #dino #dinos #dinoodyssey #male #young #animal #life #scifi #world #oc #originalworld #art #drawing #sketch #sketchbook #traditionalart #artist #artwork #illustration #quickdraw #pen #pendrawing #dinodrawer #badass #story #universe #feathers

[jamesthecomiccreator]

The Arkinghamverse Collection! (6)

"The Silver Family Archives Co. began as a small artisan workshop in the early 1900s, dedicated to the meticulous restoration of historical firearms founded by the visionary Silas Silver, which quickly gained a reputation for his unparalleled craftsmanship and an unwavering commitment to preserving the integrity of classic arms at the time.

With the onset of the Cold War, the company expanded its operations, transitioning from a modest workshop to a key player in the production of essential equipment; recognizing the need for innovation and style for some customers, the company began integrating modern technologies to create 'combat-ready artworks' that were both reliable and revolutionary. Over the decades, our expertise spans military, law enforcement, civilian, and private security sectors, ensuring that everything we produce is tailored to meet the rigorous demands of the 21st century and beyond. The company stands as a beacon of excellence, transforming the landscape of armament production and preserving the spirit of innovation that defines the specialized and human intrigue of the Silver Family legacy." - Silver Family Archives Co., 2024

Silver Family Archives Co. - "Gate Guardian": A 6-round, integrally-suppressed, double-action/single-action, .454 magnum to .410 bore, shotgun-magnum revolver hybrid originally designed for high-ranking officials and officers during the Reign of Anarchy under the United People's Arkingham Republic; while its origins tell a dark story, it made its comeback with the mercenaries that carry it, alongside new features from the original model such as a crisp trigger action, rails for attachments, rubberized grips, and improved sights that predicted its bright future. Silver Family Archives Co. - "Soviet Redhook": A 25-round, select-fire, magnum-caliber carbine based on the AK-47 family of weapons, this model, in particular, uses the under-folding stock commonly seen in the Soviet Union Type 3B; while this carbine packs some serious punch when in use, especially considering it uses an overall lightweight construction, rest assured that the folding stock is designed to not only handle the recoil of its powerful load but also, its super-powered performance when used in full-auto!

[tanukijay-official]

Prophetic Moons - Prologue

20 years ago

9:00pm

New York City, New York

Horror House

Isaac Richardson was doing another lap around the house, trying to do a perimeter check. His current duty was to ensure the safety of everyone living inside the Horror House. As second in command of this particular house, he knew his duties varied. This was one of them. The son of Jane the Killer wasn’t unhappy about it. He took up his mantle with pride. However, he oftentimes found it…. Dull.

This was one of those nights.

Isaac stopped at the door, noticing his boot was untied. Whoops. He almost face planted. That would not look pretty. Especially with his current face of makeup? Pass. He took a knee and began to tie it, his black dress brushing the sidewalk. As he got back up, he felt a chill in the air. Strange… it was the middle of summer. He looked up, and his eyes widened at the sight. He had to tell Simon. And Antonio. He had to tell everyone! Isaac stumbled on his heels a bit as he rushed to the door, abandoning his combat knife on the ground. 

He flung the doors open, his fellow Imbalances already stirring from the sudden chill. They were murmuring. Of course they were. Something had happened. Something big.

Isaac bolted to the office, able to pick up on Simon and Antonio’s voices. “Simon! Anti!” He frantically called, rushing to their conversing tunes. Simon Man, House Leader of Horror House, and the Third in Command Antonio Woods, looked over at him, excitement on their face. They had already known. “The moon- It- You felt it too, surely?”

“We did.” Simon calmly but happily confirmed. “The Weeping Moon has been born. Check Helena’s art. Anti has informed me that before this Louis had his Artistic Vision.” Isaac nodded in understanding, going to find the girl Simon requested he check on. Artistic Vision - When the artistic or children of artists drew the coming Moons mere moments before the first Moon was born. These visions let them see who would be their future saviors. 

Isaac loved seeing them work.

Isaac soon found her, walking through her open room door. The room was covered in paintings and sculptures - full of various art. "Helena Otis. Simon requires an audience from you." He called her. A girl with raven hair and green blue eyes opened the door. Helena was the daughter of Bloody Painter, who expressed her emotion through her art. She was very skilled. It would be no surprise if Simon’s hunch had been right.

She looks up from her painting and over at him. "okay. Am I in trouble?" She asks in a monotone voice. Isaac shook his head no.

"No, but bring any drawings you had relative to the moons." He directed. She nods and starts collecting her artwork. 

"I might need some help." She says as she starts making a pile of drawings, paintings and clay models that represented the moons. "Oh and this." She says then rips off a white sheet covering her wall that has a mural of the new moons with their respective moons behind them.

Isaac's eyes widened. He knew Artists had visions about the moons and drew them, but nothing in his eternal life could prepare him for this. Especially since it showcased the moons and its owners. 

A man in an Eyeless Jack mask. 

A being with a strange suit with gauntlets.

A turtle girl with human traits.

A boy in halo armor. 

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He needed another pair of eyes.

"SIMON!!"

[mistyrphillips]

Beware the Dragon - Part 2/3

Friends are there to help you through the worst times in your life. Could Bones be one of those friends, or is something else afoot?

By Misty R Phillips << Read Part One Content Warning: Substance Abuse, Language Stormday. Some weeks it was better than others. Today was one of the bad ones.  My first hint that the storms were upon us was when my hammock dumped me out onto the cold, wet floorboards. As I snapped myself awake, I realized the cabin was empty. The men were already hard at work. Guess they didn’t bother to wake…

[corvocaotico]

Olá como vão? Hoje eu trago meu desenho do desafio do mês de março, que era sobre contos de FADAS, e eu me baseie em Alice no país das maravilhas/Através do Espelhos :3 Gosta do meu trabalho e gostaria de me apoiar? É só clicar nesse link lindão: https://apoia.se/rafaelmerce #maionatie2021 #aliceinwonderland #alicenopaisdasmaravilhas #alicemirror #originalworld #originalwork #original #originalcharacter #jojooc #desenho #art #ilustrador #fanart #rabisco #sketch #drawing #drawing #drawinganimes #drawinginyoustyle #drawdrawdraw https://www.instagram.com/p/CPao7EzBT5_/?utm_medium=tumblr