#reif ocs

[mooncollie]

FREEDOM AT LAST!!

my tfsona/main tf oc’s ref is finally completed… NYX MY BELOVED (ive been working on this ref for like 2 weeks)

[falliay]

🪼🕷️

[eatingyarn]

reunion for @ockissweek

some tender moments with reif and judith. @black-rose4 wrote a companion piece to this one and it's amazing, you should check it out!

[alisterghoulz]

guys I made ocs that aren't just Pokémon oc's!!!

this is Reif (IGNORE THE SHADOW OMFG) (AND HER HAT IS SUPPOSED TO BE WHITE WHY DID I SHADE IT IN)

she's a idol :3 and she's like uhh replacing Callie in my au

her shirt is white and her skirt is black sorta like a school uniform like Callie she has pink tights

her tentacles are the same colours as Callie's tentacles

the tie that looks like a tentacle but isn't a tentacle looks like Coral's

she's basically the same as Callie personality wise but instead of a roller main she's a blaster main and obviously her appearance is different

she's rlly nice to the agents and like a cool aunt to them :3

despite replacing Callie she doesn't lose the final splatfest she wins and becomes like more recognised than before

and uh this is Coral she replaces Marie

she's the same as Marie personality wise and she's still a charger main she just looks different

her outfit is basically the same as Reif's but just with like those uniform shirts with long sleeves but rolled up and has green tights like Marie

her tentacles are the same colour as Marie's and her tie is the same colour as Coral's tentacles

she's sort of strict on the agents but also in like a nice way(?) like she pushes you hard because she knows what your capable of

After losing the final splatfest she grew bitter and sour due to not getting as popular (she was still pretty popular but just not as much as Reif) as her younger sister this brought her to join DJ Octavio when he approached here

After agent 4 saved her from being hyponotised she reconnected with her sister again and started taking up small acting jobs and slowly got more well know and getting used to being back in the spot light and to not be a little brat

UHHH YEAH‼️‼️‼️ they're still called the squid sisters because I cba to come up with something else

[bonnieeldritch]

Immer her mit den Fahndungsfotos! Ein Picrew für deinen Case 143-OC bitte.

Ich präsentiere: links Pru auf der Arbeit, geduldig, wachsam, direkt, vielleicht ein wenig zu distanziert, dafür, dass sie helfen sollte. Rechts Pru im Privaten, sozial, unternehmungslustig, besserwisserisch und verwegen. Wer Pru neu im Ministerium kennenlernt, kriegt einen völlig falschen Eindruck von ihr, denn sie tut ihr allerbestes, so fokussiert auf die Aufgabe zu sein wie möglich. Alles muss konzentriert im Auge behalten werden, damit sie auf keinen Fall überrascht wird. Fälle wie die gute Mrs Naggington werden gerne an Pru abgetreten, weil sie mit ihrer geduldigen und leicht distanzierten Art gut mit jenen Hexen und Zauberern umgehen kann, die sich vielleicht ein wenig zu sehr in ihre Wahrnehmung der Dinge reinsteigern. "Wie kannst du so ruhig dabei bleiben?", hat ihre Freundin im Büro schon oft gefragt, und Pru zuckt immer mit den Schultern. Solche Menschen fühlen sich wenigstens sicher an, denkt sie, aber würde es niemals aussprechen. Wenn man Pru dann erst einmal kennenlernt und in lockereren Situationen, vielleicht gar privaten Treffen kennenlernt, der kriegt wahrscheinlich einen kleinen Schock, wie lebhaft und leichtsinnig sie sein kann. Plötzlich ist klar, wie diese Hexe jahrelang auf Ultraschall-Pferden durch die Lüfte reiten und sich um Bälle kloppen konnte, ohne einen Nervenzusammenbruch zu erleiden. Privat ist Pru einfach entspannter und zeigt ihr kämpferisches und warmherzigen Wesen offen, das auf der Arbeit unter ihrer Anspannung begraben liegt.

Als kleinen Bonus für jeden, der bis hierhin gelesen hat, noch zwei weitere Picrew. Das erste mag ich sehr, ist aber wegen des fehlenden Hintergrunds rausgeflogen. Pru sieht so reif aus, hihi. Sollte sie mit 31 wohl auch langsam ein bisschen sein. Und das zweite ist ein Blast from the Past, denn es entstand für die erste Version von Prudence, die vor einem Jahr bei einer MMFF antrat. Schön, dass sich manche Dinge nie ändern. 😂✨

[sammyboiocs]

I was dealing with some troubles organizing my thoughts regarding the fashions of each nations I'm dealing with in this world/story. I have plenty of Pinterest boards that I was relying on but I wanted to organize my thoughts more properly so these explorations were created!

I'll add some elaborated thoughts under the cut since it's a lot

The first two pieces are depicting the fashion of the Winter Court. If you know my more recent OCs, this is where Kaerrfuar and Faruaill are from. The first piece is meant to be general daywear. The focus in on robed/dress looks with lots of ties/fastens like belts or strings.

I want to revisit the Winter Court fashions and dissect it a bit more because while I think that what i did here isn't bad it is limited. I want to include more furs into their outfits, get a clearer distinction between outside wear and inside wear. The Winter Court (and Courts in general) are the type to have different outfits for all occasion and I think breaking that down more would be very beneficial to me in understanding the fashion culture.

I also want to revise the fastens because I think i need a LOT more lacing. Semi corsets and fashionable belts, LOTS of jewelry. I didn't even touch on the gloves the shoes the accessories. I made a note about patterns and then didn't do any patterns. A lot to be revisited!

The second photo is depicting Winter Court nightwear and undergarments. They do a lot of layering and because I do draw Kaerr a considerable amount in their pajamas i wanted a good reference. Especially since a big part of Kaerr's transition in marriage is finding clothes they arent overheating in after they move lol.

I think generally the pajamas/undergarments are straightforward and remain a reliable source.

The next picture depicts Wetland fashion. That is where Neirin was raised, as well as where his (adoptive) mother Reka, and much of his friends like Lage, Keel, and Reif are from.

The Wetland fashion has a lot more variety in longer shirts and functional layering. Lots of sashes and netted accessories because they are both a land and water based mer civilization. getting in and out of the water means they have more options in how the fabric is going to lay on them in motion and the functionality of it especially for the small fishing village where much of my characters are from will focus on wearing things that can be refashioned in various ways.

I largely think my exploration here is reliable. I'd like to do more in the way of jewlery and potentially feet and hand wrappings, since the mer don't tend to wear shoes, but overall I think I'm happy with it!

Lastly is my exploration for Coreilmar. This is where Neirin was born and where Neirin and Kaerr live for much of the story. Importantly, it is where Neirins family; Mairenn, Taran, and Manon live and I desperately needed to figure this out for styling them.

Guys,,,, its SO hard... Coreilmar was the one I needed this for most because it was the most difficult and I still think I have a lot to do for it.

Coreilmar has two main things I needed in their fashion, brighter more colourful attire. And armour inspired looks. This includes lots of junky body jewelry, pauldrons, and Bracers. I was struggling a lot with the chest and neck areas since at the time I was worried about the mer wearing anything over their gills. I am now at a place where I can imagine they do wear stuff over their chest at least, but it would have to be looser fabric or jingly jewelry. This is something I haven't figured out how to style yet and I really wanna do more work on it.

Coreilmar I also dearly want to figure out more of how fashion might differ between class levels, as well as identify how their marital jewelry might be significant from their other jewelry.

With all of these countries I want to test out more of how children are styled. How similar it might be to the adults and how much it might not. Would a child in the Winter Court put up with all the belts and layers the adults wear or would the court find easier ways to fashion children to be less bothersome. Are kids in Coreilmar eager to put on their bracelets and run around or would that be considered a waste of resources?

There's a lot to be explored for both the variety of the fashion and the context of the fashions so I hope to do more of this eventually <3

[thomasfan666]

This one this is kind of like my train OC thing yeah but it's kind of like my version myself

And this is the one I made like in the past well it was like an in the past but this is like kind of like me and my best friend as trains

This one's at me and my friend we were just talking some stuff and on the on the left he's just talking about how fluffy he is

And on the right that's my friend just like being annoyed about just like be quiet stop talking

And on the middle that like the truck doesn't even know what is going on and he just scared out of his mind

This one they're just like having a normal day I'm so door that's Thomas with my friend Vivian and on the back that is me and Daisy just having an argument

I like Daisy a little bit but I don't like when she keeps talking about her swerve but I like her they're just arguing about something

So my friend and Thomas are just talking about having a normal day in the background you just seen that arguing like you just don't want to talk you just don't want to hop in just like do you know what they're doing so and just like let's sir topham hat deal with it

[lolarkive]

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　　 　❚　　𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍　𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚　⌵   　 　 　 jason morozov and juniper jacobs 　 　 　 　　 ᐟ　﹟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　

　 　«　volevo ringraziarti, jason.　» 　　«　e di cosa vorresti ringraziarmi, tu, meraviglioso petalo d’oleandro?　» 　　«　per aver dato un senso alla mia esistenza in questo mondo.　»　 　 　　«　ti ho solo aiutato a vedere le scelte che avrebbero potuto renderti la persona che desideravi diventare, meravigliosa alba d’occidente...　sei tu ad aver lottato, sei tu che hai resistito, tu che sei andata avanti, nonostante tutto, ché puoi anche esserti piegata al volere degli altri ma non hai mai perso te stessa. ( ... ) hai te stessa, quindi, da dover ringraziare...　io ho già ricevuto la grazia di poterti guardare mentre splendi dei colori che ti sono sempre appartenuti, che sempre sono stati dentro di te, anche quando ancora non riuscivi a vederli. 　»　　 　　«　tu mi hai rimessa a posto senza spostare nulla, jason, è un merito di cui non puoi privarti e questo è il dono delle persone speciali. ( ... ) se potessi tornare indietro rifarei tutto nello stesso modo solo per poterti incontrare. anche se non accetterai la mia gratitudine, mi basta che tu sappia quanto ti sia riconoscente. che tu possa riconoscerlo o meno, mi hai salvata e questo per me significa tanto, significa tutto. darei la mia vita per te e non c'è nulla che tu possa dire o fare per cambiarlo. 　»

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[bugsinspace]

everyone needs to look at my splatoon idol ocs right now (DON’T LIKE IF YOU AREN’T GOING TO REBLOG)

[mooncollie]

nyx posting

pt 2 bc shes been rotting my brain this week

this wretchet thing haunts my mind

OH AND I BRING HER DOG THIS TIME TOO

he’s based off the simfur rounded from this post with bull terrier and pitbull inspiration! his names apollo.. hems nyx’s trained medical assistant as well as her service dog!

[felleyan]

I forgot to post this but here is the lovely Warlock Reif for @black-rose4, as my half of a trade 🔥

[omg-kat]

                                                ⚡️ TEVS 🌙

                                             Fareinn’s Sorrow

                                     Fareinn ♥ WIP ♥ Intro Chapter

(TW: Grief)

    Sorrow is a river. With a violent current and dangerous rapids, it drags you under and leaves you gasping, fighting for air. A hole would be better. You can put things into a hole. Holes can be filled up. A river just carries away everything you try to place inside it. It all just floats away or sinks to the bottom, like it was never there at all.

    A part of Fareinn Frost died with his brother, and a river of sorrow began to grow inside his heart.

    The news came on an otherwise perfect evening. Twelve-year-old Finn had thrown himself into his summer holidays with a vigor and spirit that was fueled by the magic of childhood and the promise of mirth. The sun had barely sunk behind the hills, and the fireflies had begun to glow, their soft lights reflecting off the still surface of the lake like tiny stars. Finn sat with his feet dangling off the dock, toes barely touching the water. His mother had told him he’d really start to grow soon enough. Your little legs will grow, grow, GROW, until your pants tear and your ankles show, she’d say.

    Finn had been so lost in thought that he almost completely missed the visitor, who had been making their way down the winding forest road that lead right up to the front door. He leapt to his feet and tore across the lawn, watching as the stranger was greeted and invited inside. Finn arrived, just behind, only a few moments later. He vaulted the garden wall, sitting atop and peering inside the kitchen window. He knew the adults would only shoo him away if he tried to go inside.

    Finn’s smile faded at the sight of his mother’s worried expression. He only just noticed the stranger’s uniform, too-- Vaeyu blacks in soft cotton with the seal of the combat division emblazoned on the crest of his tunic. He watched as his father entered, paused, and instinctively wrapped his arm around his wife’s shoulders.

    “I’m sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Frost,” the man said. Finn’s mother gasped and covered her mouth with a shaking hand.

    “How did it happen?”, Father asked, but Finn didn’t hear the answer. He didn’t want to know and he didn’t want to hear the stranger’s reply. He heard his mother’s wails as he climbed back down, and that was the only information he needed. Finn poised himself to run but his father’s voice stopped him before he had a chance.

    “Fareinn, my son, please come inside now.”

    It was the worst day in Finn’s life and the worst night. The worst week. The worst month.

    The worst year.

    That’s when Finn found out that grief is not just sadness. It is anger, despair, disbelief, relief, and a loss unlike any he’s ever felt before. There was sorrow, of course, and that was accompanied by an actual pain that began in his chest and crept up to his throat, leaving him breathless, with teary eyes that just wouldn’t go away.

    He stayed inside for most of that summer. Head buried under his pillows. It was always damp under there; either with sweat or tears, or both. But he just couldn’t bear to come out, let alone venture outside of his room or the house. The bright sun felt like a lie. The birds were singing and life went on as if nothing happened. It just felt wrong.

    It was his best friend, Reif, who helped pull him out of it. He spent most of that summer in Finn’s room, right by his side, coaxing him out little by little.

    “Next summer,” Reif promised, “we’ll be old enough to camp on our own. We’re gonna hike and camp all the way to the capital for the Festival, just like we always wanted.”

    That always got a smile out of Finn. They’ve talked about these plans for years, and their families had finally agreed they would be ready and old enough by the next summer.

    Maybe it won’t be so bad, Finn thought.

    And it wasn’t. But not all the time. Over the years it stopped hurting as often but the pain was still the same, in a way. More condensed. Like feeling all of the emotions of grief in a single moment. The pain became a familiar feeling, transforming into a bittersweet heaviness somewhere deep in his chest. It was to be held close to the heart and never let go.

    Sometimes, on summer nights like that fateful one so long ago, when the fireflies are glowing and the air smells sweet with the scent of the summer flowers, it all comes pouring out again; the pain as fresh as if it were that night. He tries to hold it in but that just makes it worse. His tears pour and his chest heaves in giant wet sobs until there’s nothing left again.

    Afterwards he feels numb except for his buzzing lips and puffy, swollen eyes.

   Summers are hard for Finn.

[rad-puppeteerart]

Art for fic trade with @black-rose4 of her DnD warlock character, Reif Moontree! I hope you like the finished version and I’m glad to be able to help design a look for her!

[syrenami]

[OC] Reif 🧜🏻‍♂️🫧🪸

[agi-albrecht]

A few of my ocs!

[needlesslycryptic]

I sketched @black-rose4‘s D&D OC Reif! She has such a cool design!