#ouroboros au

[lantry]

Prosthetic arm for Link :)

hes kinda upset tho since no one lent him an arm(haha get it)

p.2

[mismarch]

doodled ouroboros!silver and daniel in class because im bored and wanted to draw them being silly

(ouroboros is my fic where daniel stays in cobra kai and silver becomes his weird sort of fucked up father figure and everything sucks)

[kradogsrats]

sometimes you just wake up at 4:00 AM with the entire plot of your dormant full-series AU rewrite shining clear and perfect in your mind

[mothzarellaman]

hey there Inscryption gang. you could never guess what's occupied my brain lately. so have some mostly canon/somewhat AU designs for the main guys:

I also did a couple more than the scrybes, but they're OCs at this point:

Notes and design (and lore) explanations under the cut:

Grimora:

Honestly one of the ones I'm the most proud of.

Second one I designed.

I wanted to push for the bug theming, because did ya know, some 'stinkbugs' are actually beetles? I figured that may as well explain her looking like a beetle but being called a stinkbug.

She wears more mortician-esque clothing, but also incorporates actual bones into the outfit. These being her teeth earrings, bone buttons, and 'bad party city bug skeleton' headpiece.

I'm not actually sure what I'd consider her, if she'd be ghost, ghoul, etc. She could do it all if she'd like, I think.

Also I included it in the art, but: her shawl is designed to look like a beetle elytra. for fun. and laughs.

Leshy:

I see a lot of people's designs emphasizing his deer vibes, and I love that, so I had to throw some deer stuff on. I also found Leshy to be pretty owl-like, so I decided to add in that for fun.

He's not really any specific theme besides 'creepy old beast man', which kind of ties into his overuse of amalgams during his boss fight.

I'm not sure if his beard/hair is feathers or leaves.

P03:

oh my beautiful bastard boy.

He was easily the worst to design. His ingame proportions are wack, but I got through it.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to use his act 2 screen or his act 3, but his act 3 screen balanced out the values of the design more, so I went with that.

He has a little card reader in his chest, so he can look at the actual code of cards and see if there's any hidden mechanics. A la ouroboros or long elk style.

His stoat form is missing a leg because would you look at that, so is he. It just occurred to me I think I swapped the sides but shhhhhhh.

Magnificus:

The design I'm the least confident on. He was also the first to be designed.

As funny as it is that Mag looks like a tree, it makes him too close design wise to Leshy imo. So I decided to get funky with it.

Technically, he's more of a living statue than anything, to match with the Mox Deck's primarily stone and gem themed cards.

His focus while he's painting accumulates magic around him, which after long enough has resulted in the magic condensing into his thick fur.

I added the hat bc I love the hat people give him, and I had the dangling piece be a crescent moon. Mostly because a full one looked weird and I wanted to reference Inscryption's moon motifs.

Kaycee:

Ok. So. this isn't game dev Kaycee and it isn't skeleton ghoul Kaycee. It's 'Death-card Kaycee'. Here's where my headcanons get wild.

So, the idea is that Leshy was the original one to get his claws on the Old_Data, right? Leshy much prefers an actual challenge. He found base Inscryption's kind battle loss mechanics (IE: 'Well better luck next time :P') disappointing, and wanted to make the player fight for it.

When he did this, he took the relatively blank code for the Challenger and gutted it. He kept some parts, such as the most basic code, but replaced the bits he didn't want with Old_Data, leading to sentience on the Challenger's part.

When Dev Kaycee opened up Leshy's Inscryption for the first time, the Challenger was the Player Character. This, while fun for Kaycee (who didn't realize the extent of the 'realness' of the characters), was horrible for the Challenger. The Challenger knew this wasn't what Inscryption was meant to be.

When that run was lost, Dev Kaycee made a death card. Of course, she named the card 'Kaycee'.

Due to being the Player Character, Card-Kaycee didn't have enough power to become a talking card, plus, Leshy frankly didn't care that much for the cards themselves.

So, in summary, Card-Kaycee is the original Inscryption challenger, the oldest of the death cards, and the most 'uncorrupted' by the Old_Data.

Player:

Anyway. On the opposite end of the spectrum is (the) Player. Whereas Kaycee was the first death card, Player never lost. They were the final run of Luke's, when he beat Leshy and cleared Act 1. As such, they never had a death card and were never named. So, they're simply known as Player. or 'Hey you'.

Every time a player lost, Leshy turned them into a death card. Unfortunately, his camera slowly siphoned pieces of the original Challenger data, so he had to keep patching it up with Old_Data. Because of this, while this is major spoilers for the AU, Player is basically just Old_Data, with a little bit of that original Challenger data left.

When they started their Leshy run, they were basically clueless. They understood they were playing a game, but they didn't realize they were in one. Player maintained status as the Player Character for the entirety of Inscryption, and had a horrible time as reality shifted around them time and time again. They would only realize they were in a video game when P03 grew frustrated with them during Act 3 and revealed it.

They're very naive, and despite their Old_Data origins, in love with the world around them. They're not exactly Naive on purpose, but it happens. It is very unfortunate then that basically everyone in Inscryption takes advantage of that.

Due to not realizing that Inscryption was a game for the majority of their existence, their emotions on the various acts are. Not great. During Act 1, they were confused, and scared, but dead set on finding a way out, and saving the talking cards in the process. (After all, they were the only ones that weren't threatening to kill them, or force them to stab out their eye.) During Act 2, they were even more confused, but honestly a bit relieved when they realized they did manage to save everyone. They chose to replace Leshy as scrybe of beasts. It quickly went downhill though, as P03 (surprisingly the card they grew closest to in Act 1) took over Inscryption. Act 3 was.... difficult for them, having the closest thing they had to a friend (P03) have them in the exact same situation that Leshy did. 'Becoming the very thing you swore to destroy' in their eyes and all. They still card about P03, but things were... not the same. Finally, when the finale happens, they're basically having a breakdown the entire time. Grimora (the kindest of the cards) is the one that kills Inscryption, and the only time they're properly acknowledged by the Scrybes as alive is when Grimora apologizes for dooming them as well. Leshy is a sick sort of comfort, reminding them of when things were simple, and not wanting them dead for once. Mag is the final one, and the reflection of them still bearing one of his eyes makes it even more difficult.

For Acts 1, 2, and part of 3, they were convinced they were in control. But after the reveal of their status as a player character, a puppet, they quickly realize how much they hate their situation. They're terrified, all the time, and especially during the finale, they're screaming for Luke to stop, but.. well. He has to know how the story ends. And besides. You don't ever hear player characters in most games anyway.

I won't go into their lore more because I'm planning on writing a fic with this, but I will say. There's a reason its called Ouroboros AU.

anyway if you read this far, thank you so much. Have my discord ramblings from when I first thought of this.

[localsharkcryptid]

One of these two is constantly making bluff threats in a desperate attempt to keep some control in his life... And the other is unfortunately fully ready to back up every single bluff without a second thought once given the okay to kill... Shockingly the one ready to murder isn't the prison escapee.

Ahhh Drunz my beloved sillies, now featuring their Ouroboros designs!! I really just wanted to sketch them and now I show them to you all.

[razzle-zazzle]

Whumptober Day 01: Race Against the Clock

Search Party

3487 Words; Ouroboros

TW for mentions of bloodsport

AO3 ver

The door slid open, and Norma immediately had to resist the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose and groan.

Arrayed throughout the room were the other junior agents. Gisu was at the computer, Lizzie standing beside her, and she hurried to minimize whatever she had pulled up on the screen the moment she caught sight of Norma. Raz and Adam were over with Morris by a box of paper records, and Sam was sitting on an old office chair in the corner, leaning over the back.

“So.” Norma put on an unimpressed expression and crossed her arms at the sight before her. Her fellow junior agents all wore varying expressions of sheepishness, which made her eyes narrow a fraction in irritation. “Why are all of you digging through confidential files?” Norma frowned as her voice came out higher than she wanted it, tinged with an emotion she couldn’t quite define as opposed to the level tone she had been aiming for. Hollis always made catching someone doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing look so cool; Norma felt awkward in comparison.

“No reason.” Raz’ face was pure innocence, hands folded in his lap like he hadn’t just been digging through the files of the box he was currently sitting on barely a second ago.

“Who said anything about confidential?” Lizzie challenged, affecting a casual air as she stared Norma down.

“Yeah,” Morris added, “Maybe we’re just grabbing a file for our mentors.” It was the weakest excuse Norma had ever heard from him—and she’d heard plenty of stinkers when he’d been dancing around the pirate radio station he thought he was hiding.

“Rrright.” Norma drawled, not buying it for a second. “All of your mentors, at the same time, sent you to look through files—most of which are confidential—to grab a file they could undoubtedly find for themselves in half the time?” Some part of her reveled in the way Gisu and Adam winced at her words—another part of her balked at the fact that Morris and Raz weren’t. Lizzie remained as collected as ever, and Sam… well, okay, Norma didn’t think she could ever make Sam wince.

Morris nodded. “Well, we weren’t all told to go look at the same time,” he explained, “but we all figured it would go faster if we worked together.” He sounded so confident, not stumbling over his words at all—Norma might have even believed the lie, if she hadn’t seen what Gisu and Lizzie had been looking at before Gisu minimized the file.

Adam nodded along. “Yeah, nothing to worry about.” He added, and Raz nodded along with him. He really was just a kid—discomfort pricked in Norma’s chest at the reminder.

Norma’s eyes narrowed. She stalked forwards, coming to a stop just beside Gisu and reaching for the mouse—

Lizzie’s hand was cold against her wrist, as it always was. Norma turned her ire to her sister—Lizzie’s eyes widened as she realized what she had just done, and what that action revealed.

Norma cleared her throat, carefully grabbed Lizzie’s arm with her free hand and freed her wrist, and then re-opened the file. Instead of perhaps the more innocuous mission report or amusing snide email chain, the file played across the screen detailed a mission that was ongoing—and more importantly, incredibly off-limits to anyone not a senior agent.

“I’m not stupid.” She said, glancing around at the room. Expressions varied, but it was clear—Norma had caught them in the act, and they all knew it.

Gisu threw her head back with a groan. “We were just looking!” She protested, wrestling the mouse back from Norma. “You don’t have to be so smug about it!”

Norma balked—she was not smug! “I’m not—” She started, only to pause and rethink. Recent… actions of hers still weighed in her mind. As much as she hated to admit it, some part of her was smug at catching them in the act. But another part of her that had been much larger as of late had her biting her lip, fingers twitching with what wasn’t quite frustration and what wasn’t quite dread. Fire itched in her brain, that sharp voice of reason in her head hissing at her to step back and think.

“Well, whatever.” Lizzie scoffed. “We can’t go anywhere with this, anyway.” Something in her tone implied that Norma was the one stopping them—or maybe Norma was just being paranoid. Still, she stepped back, regarding them all with a critical eye. Raz especially was obvious—how did she ever think he was the mole—frustration clear in his expression as his shoulders hunched. Norma could have laughed. Of course. Of course, they had all cooked up a plan to do something stupid and then went out of their way to exclude her—because of course they would, because who would ever want to talk to or work with a proven, snobby, snitch?

None of them needed to say it. Norma didn’t even need to be psychic to understand the shared thought in the room. They all wanted to do something… more. More interesting. More useful. More dangerous. More exciting. More like what they all imagined being a Psychonaut was like—and less menial.

Norma… she could never admit it, of course, because there was a method to how agents rose in the ranks and reckless self-endangerment wasn’t it, the voice in her head that often tended to have some degree of sense insisted—but some part of her agreed, with the notion that being a junior agent just hadn’t been enough. That she could—that she should—be doing more. Another voice, the same voice that had insisted that of course Raz had to be the mole, and was quite louder than the more sensible voice, agreed.

She looked at the screen again. “What did you even think you could do?” After the Lucktopus stunt, there was no way Hollis was going to clear any of them to go any further beyond the base than the nearest town—it didn’t matter that Hollis was still on vacation; she had passed the notion onto Truman, who was so bogged down with catching up on everything he had missed—and cleaning up the aftermath of the Gulch Incident—that he wasn’t going to approve anything beyond trips to town, either.

“It’s not like we’re gonna do anything dangerous.” Lizzie argued. “We’re just checking a lead that the senior agents are too busy to look at.”

Norma worked her jaw as she searched for what to say. “And how, exactly, did you plan to do that?” The lead Lizzie was referring to was two states away—there was no way for any of them to get there and back without being caught out.

“Ford!” Sam chimed in, before making her chair spin. It creaked ominously.

“Ford?” Norma repeated, incredulous.

“Ford.” Gisu agreed, to complete the bit.

“You’re going to get Ford to teleport you.” Norma confirmed, still not quite believing it. “And how are you going to convince him?”

Adam grabbed Raz by the sides and held him up like a cat. “Our secret weapon.” He said, and Raz beamed.

“Right.” Norma was decided. It was an easy decision, really—at least, easier than it would have been before Raz showed up and recent events—that Norma had played no small part in, to her displeasure. “I guess that’s enough of a plan to work off of, then.” She tried to look as collected as she could. “I’m coming with.”

Sam’s chair gave out with a final protesting groan, sending her clattering to the floor. Everyone stared as she picked herself up, dusted off her skirt, and then stared back at them all blankly.

“Okay…” Adam picked up the thread of the conversation. “Right, then,” he turned to Lizzie and Gisu. “Let’s look at what we know.” Gisu clicked through the files, and everyone crowded around her to peer at the screen. A summary—it appeared to be an investigation into the disappearance of various known psychics and their possible link to—

Norma frowned. “This is pretty serious.” She commented, fire dancing under her skin. A possible fighting ring, among other theories that were tossed around in the text.

“Oh, it gets better.” Gisu said, clicking through and opening a video file. The film was higher-quality than Norma was expecting. The content…

Lizzie and Adam both covered Raz’ eyes with their hands as the body hit the floor. Gisu closed out the video. “Apparently this place is pretty well known if you’re in the right circles.” She explained, flicking through to another file. “The video was recovered on a past mission. This is supposed to be the guy behind it, or something.”

Norma looked at—well, suspect was really the only word, wasn’t it? The picture was clean, professional—it was probably taken for a billboard or business card. The man in the picture had an easy smile, hands crossed over the handle of a suitcase resting on his legs. He looked like a run-of-the-mill CEO.

“And the lead?” Norma asked. She wasn’t sure if it was the heavy watch or the dark suit or if there really was something in the man’s eyes—whatever it was, the photo unsettled her. Not as much as the video, but—the man seemed larger than he really was, a sort of presence oozing from his features that made fire scratch against the inside of her skin.

Gisu pulled up the relevant file. A map.

Norma stared at the location—supposedly, this was a potential entrance to at least one of the rings, assuming there was more than one. It was also ridiculously mundane. “It’s a golf course.” She pointed out. “There’s nothing nearby that could be hiding an illegal fighting ring.”

“That’s ‘cause it’s underground.” Raz pointed out. Norma was once again reminded that oh, yeah, he was ten.

“Wrong kind of underground, Pooter.” Morris pointed out, but Sam was nodding in agreement with Raz, and Adam was looking contemplative.

“If it’s underground, then that might explain why it hasn’t been found yet.” Adam mused. “There aren’t really a whole lot of ways to check below the surface without digging.” He paused, then, “at least, nothing that the Psychonauts have access to.”

“So we’re digging?” Gisu asked.

“Yep.” Lizzie nodded. “We’re digging.”

+=+=+=+=+

A few hours, one guilt-tripped Ford, and two massive teleports later, and they were all standing at the edge of a golf course.

“Soooo now what?” Sam asked, staring out at the greens as though a hole might open up in the ground before them.

“We look around.” Adam suggested. “There’s gotta be an entrance somewhere.”

With no better ideas, everyone sort of slowly split up, poking around for a few hours before reconvening by a small brick building at Morris’ insistence. Norma glanced at the signs over the two doors—restrooms.

“Nobody who’s gone into here has come out.” Morris pointed out, nodding towards the building in question. “And their minds go down before they disappear, too.”

“Ominous.” Norma muttered.

“Maybe there’s a serial killer in there.” Lizzie suggested, jokingly. “Or a vampire.”

“Absolutely not.” Norma groused. “That’s not possible.” She looked back at the plans. “Maybe there’s psychic inhibitors,” she suggested, “and that’s how the minds are ‘disappearing’.”

“Well, it clearly goes somewhere.” Raz pointed out, “or else people would have been coming out.”

“Pooter’s got a point.” Morris said.

“So what, we just… walk in?” Norma asked. “Surely the senior agents have tried that before.” She wasn’t entirely sure what they could do—they were barely even junior agents, and that title really only existed in the first place for Lili.

But oh, she wanted to do something. Fire itched under her skin. She pushed open the door, and walked inside, looking over at two stalls and the row of sinks. “It’s just a bathroom.” And a gross one, at that—it reeked of bleach and floral perfume that was only halfway managing to cover up the other scent permeating the room.

“That door in the back.” Adam stalked forwards and opened it, pausing in surprise at it being unlocked. A musty closet full of cleaning supplies stood before them.

Raz made a face. “You’re sure it’s in here?” He asked.

Morris shrugged. “If you want to keep looking and getting weird looks from golfers, be my guest.”

“Aha!” Adam stepped out of the closet as a previously-undiscovered mechanism activated. A shuddery sort of groan, and then, as Norma peered into the closet, a rush of stale air hit her in the face. An entrance had opened up in the back of the closet, dim red lighting revealing a stairway going down.

“Yeah, that’s gotta be it.” Gisu said.

Sam frowned. “That was really easy.” She pointed out.

“Well,” Adam began, staring at the stairwell to memorize it, “we got information. Now, how do we… get… back…” He trailed off as they all realized that they had no idea how they were going to contact Ford at this distance.

“I say we keep going.” Gisu suggested. “We’ve come this far, we might as well go all the way.”

“We don’t know what’s down there.” Morris said. “The senior agents didn’t find this door, so we’ve already made our contribution.”

“I never took you for a coward, Martinez.” Lizzie commented coolly, as Morris gasped. “We don’t really have a way back. I say we go for it.”

“Yeah!” Raz nodded. “I wanna see what’s down there.”

Adam swallowed, looking to Sam and Norma. Sam shrugged, and Adam turned to Norma.

Norma knew they should just turn back. They’d found the door, they could go home and tell the senior agents and try not to get into any more trouble than they were undoubtedly going to be in when it came out that they snuck off to a golf course two whole states away to try and find an illegal fighting ring linked to the disappearance of countless psychics—

Or they could investigate further. Be the psychonaut agents they were all trying to be, and do more than just finding a door that the senior agents would have undoubtedly found on their own once they had the time to investigate.

Don’t you want to do something impressive? That little voice asked, don’t you want to make up for snitching directly to the mole?

“Just a quick in an out couldn’t hurt, right?” Norma bit her lip as everyone’s attention turned to her. “We leave the moment things go bad.” Their scrutiny felt so heavy, pinning her in place like a bug.

“Well, that’s that.” Lizzie said, sounding faintly… victorious? “You two are outvoted.” Okay, that one was definitely edging into satisfaction.

Whatever. Norma shook her head clear before following after Lizzie and Gisu as they started down the stairs, Raz attempting to cartwheel down in front of them. The hum of Morris’ levball signaled him, Sam, and Adam following down, and the door shut behind them with a sound of stone grinding against stone.

Now we really can’t go back. Norma wasn’t entirely sure who had thought that—maybe it was her own brain suddenly doubting itself. The red lighting was eerie, and as Norma stared down the stairs still laid out before her, some poetic part of her brain likened it to the maw of some great beast.

They continued on, and reached what seemed like the bottom of the stairs, only to find a short stairway leading up. A heavy feeling filled the air as Norma took the first step, like she was suddenly walking through molasses—and then she was through, and the air was… surprisingly clear, for being underground. They continued up for a bit, until the faint thrum of distant noise resolved itself into heavy music and a cacophony of voices. A set of doors stood before them, with various masks hanging up on racks beside the door.

“So we just grab a mask?” Gisu asked, doing exactly that.

“Maybe we should turn back.” Adam suggested, looking over the mask he grabbed. The grinning face stared up at him.

“I wanna see where this leads.” Lizzie argued, already putting on a purple mask she had found. One by one, they all masked up, faces hidden behind grinning facsimiles.

“Okay.” Adam said. “If we’re really doing this… we need some kind of escape plan.” He looked at each of them, exaggerating the turn of his head to make up for how the mask hid his expression. “The moment things get too hectic, we leave, okay?”

There was muttered agreement, and then they opened the door.

The first thing to really hit Norma was loud. Loud, hot, and sweaty—people in masks of various designs were mingling all over… it wasn’t quite a dance floor, wasn’t quite a ball room—if anything, it looked like a warehouse space, with a ceiling high above lit with dim colored lighting. Small tables of refreshments dotted the space, and TV screens were all over—all showing the same “waiting” screen with occasional flashes of ads.

The seven of them slowly spread out, unsure of what they were really doing. Raz ended up sticking with Adam and Gisu, while Morris trailed after a wandering Sam. And Lizzie…

Norma followed after her sister as she made her way towards a side door. On the way, she picked up bits and pieces of passing thoughts.

death pit is tonight

ugh, is she really wearing THAT

when does the fight start

it’s gonna be the lion again

Norma would have loved to have stopped and listened in greater detail, piecing together the greater image—but Lizzie was moving with purpose to a seemingly unattended side door, and ducked into a hallway without a single word.

Norms, Lizzie’s thoughts trickled into Norma’s mind like meltwater down a glacier, do you think you can act as lookout?

Norma frowned as Lizzie came to a stop in front of a door. The hallway they were in was much quieter than the party, with nobody in sight. Everything about the place screamed off-limits—so of course Lizzie had marked it as a place of interest for their investigation.

“Fine.” Norma muttered, as Lizzie picked a door seemingly at random and tested the knob. It didn’t budge, so Lizzie grabbed a bobby pin from her hair.

Can’t we find a door that’s unlocked? Norma wondered, leaning against the wall beside the door. She couldn’t see Lizzie’s expression behind the mask, but she could feel her sister’s amusement like snow fluttering down.

Because nothing important is put behind an unlocked door. Lizzie’s reply melted against Norma’s flames. C’mon, you know this, you’re the one who’s all gungho about being a secret agent.

Norma huffed. Feels risky. She thought back, fire itching under her scalp. We’re not supposed to be getting in too deep.

Lizzie snorted. Whatever her reply was, Norma didn’t catch it—she tensed at the sound of footsteps down the hall. A woman in a raven mask was approaching them. Norma paused, grabbing at Lizzie’s shirt to get her attention and yanker her up away from the lock in one go.

“You’re not supposed to be here.” The Raven remarked, with a quiet sort of mundanity.

“Yeah, we’re really lost,” Lizzie pitched her voice innocently, “Can you help us find the stands?”

The Raven’s head tilted. Norma felt something brush against her mind—shit. Lizzie lunged forwards, realizing the same thing as Norma. The Raven dodged to the side, and the door behind her opened up to reveal another woman, this one wearing a wolf mask. She was quick to grab Lizzie’s arm, and something in Norma burned with a need to burn those hands. Lizzie struggled to yank her arm free—but the Wolf’s grip was iron. Norma reached out with her mind, but nobody else was close enough—

Fire sprung forth from Norma’s fingers before she was even really thinking. The Wolf stumbled back, but didn’t let go of Lizzie’s arm. Fuck.

A heavy hand landed on Norma’s shoulder. She stumbled forwards, trying to put space between herself and the Raven behind her—

An iron grip grabbed her shoulder

Another brush against her mind. Norma thought of fire, of bright burning walls, and burned the intrusion away. The Raven scoffed.

“Didya get anything?” The Wolf asked, as both the sisters were dragged further down the hall.

“These two aren’t the only little spies running around.” The Raven replied. “That’s all I got.”

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. This was bad. This was so bad. Fire sparked from Norma’s fingers, frost climbing up the Wolf’s arms—

And then they were dragged into a room, and Norma hissed as the fire under her skin vanished, as the thin connection between her and Lizzie’s minds disappeared. Psychic inhibitors. Of all the—

Norma turned Lizzie, meeting her eyes through their masks. They couldn’t think at each other anymore, but it was pretty clear what they were both thinking.

This mission had gone sideways. And neither of them had any idea how to fix it.

[domesticlion]

What’s life like, bleeding on the floor?

[inkystaar]

hey don’t cry m!ouroboros duo. ouroboros meaning infinity. m!bowie making a deal with m!kiri. m!bowie doing things to try and separate herself from kiri, because if he accepted the deal is he any different from the one who proposed it. kiri is swallowed whole by the loops. never comes back. bowie lives on. dies. lives. dies. lives. the loops break. people leave. bowie stays. it becomes boring. bowie can’t find a piece of entertainment in an empty town. the ground crumbles with the lack of magic.

she finds a soul, someone who suffered in their life, someone vulnerable, someone in a position to make a rash decision, someone able to make a stupid deal — the one she made, and the one that has been pushed to the back of her head. she drags people into her game like a whirlpool of blood red skies and heartache and heartbreak. she is swallowed by the ground over and over again as the game repeats, and repeats, and repeats.

she becomes everything she despised, so long ago. one day, she is swallowed into the loops for a final time, and that is the end of bowie. the loops continue. ouroboros, infinity.

[ouroboros-or-ob]

orborobous

borobous

orobroborus

Oroubus

Optimus busime

You

You drew me?! Wow!

I love it, thank you!!!

[tuhbanbuv]

Cured!Vile would definitely still be a dick, especially when he learns about the twins.

Not pictured here: X curb stomping Vile like 0.2 seconds after—

[lantry]

P.1 of this post. Tried rendering??? Idk if laying colors out n just messing around counts but here he is! None of these designs are final!

[mismarch]

felt emo so i drew some ouroboros au danzen

[kradogsrats]

and I can have a little bodyswap au as a treat <3

[mismarch]

reblogging this again w lukes comment in our dms

doodles for ouroboros by @mismarch! genuinely such a brilliant reversal fic, i love seeing all the different takes on those and i can't wait to see where it goes from here. (especially with that chapter 7 ending eeeeeeeeek omg NO SPOILS THOUGH)

[localsharkcryptid]

ACTUAL DESIGN CONCEPT ART??

This turned out wayyyy better than anticipated and is way closer to my vision than expected so I am excitedly posting it.

The design for Ouroboros!Dream is far from set in stone but this sets the tone well, he's serpentine and almost unnatural looking in a lot of aspects which is entirely intentional and a byproduct of being created as a personal pawn by a deranged might as well be god.

As you can also see in these sketches I haven't quite figured out which mask option to go with, though it will most likely be the half-mask (top half edition) or the full mask since the reason for it is due to that nature of his eyes - which are alarmingly similar to those of the Dragonbite Viper and well many dragons aren't exactly just comfortable with that.

Additional fun notes:

The "blade" on his tail is effectively a malformed stinger, it lacks any venom or toxin but can be used as a weapon along with the spines along the end of the tail.

He can in fact produce silk! There is Silkwing in his ungodly combination of "genes".

While his colors do not shift with his emotions in the same way a rainwing's do, he can shift through shades of green to darken/lighten his scales either to display emotional state or to provide camouflage in the right environment. He works kinda like a lizard, so his scales get darker/brighter when pissed off.

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Anyways I am super proud of this and I think imma do more of these concept art things in the future for characters.

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𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝��, 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝. 𝐈𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐢𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥. 𝐈𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞.

|| angst, soulmate au, past lives au, alternate timelines, parallel universes, joel miller x f!reader, character study, Boston QZ!Joel, intimacy, Yearning™, soft!joel, jaded!joel, religious references and themes, very prose-y plz forgive me, some nsfw content, reader has no physical characteristics except: freckles and a birthmark heavily mentioned, as always please check each part for individual chapter warnings, tess x joel, heavily influenced by dante's inferno/purgatorio/paradiso, drug and alcohol consumption, coping with drugs, light smut (pinv, m!masturbation), 1900s au, railroad worker!joel, alternative south, please see author's note in part 2, courting || notes: I have never been so obsessed with a story before, and thank you to my friends who have let me babble on about it, you know who you are. buckle up, y'all. it's gonna be a crazy ride. inspired of course by the dream girl request. I couldn't keep this bottled for long from you.

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I. And we emerged to see – once more – the stars.

II. Nostra pace

a note from the author (will be added with chapter)

III. My soul, turned inward with desire