#student OC

[demons-art-hell]

Day 7: Happy Memory

Confession hours bebee

Probably not actually how it goes but it would be similar Not something I've planned out yet

[randumb-dork]

Redraw time? I suppose :D

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Redrew a drawing from 2020 cuz I wanted to draw this dude pfft. He’s an oc named Kazuya Sato, and he’s a high schooler who’s secretly a demon. I just randomly remembered him and really wanted to draw him, so voilà! I’ve really gotta make a ref of him q7q I want a reason to draw his tail pfft

The drawing below is the old one from 2020. Which is technically not in my style cuz I tried incorporating someone else’s style with my own. At that time, my human style was doodoo, so I wanted to experiment 💀

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[lamemaster]

I Dropped College to Become a Dark Lord

Genre: Crack, Modern guy in Middle Earth

Pairing: tbh

Summary: At first look, Melkor’s form seemed to be devoid of any sort of essence. A chill ran through the Valar as they considered the possibility of his escape. Tulkas and Orome had almost packed up for their adventure to Middle Earth. But then they had felt it. A sudden surge of life.

AN: I think I am kinda funny. Nothing more.

PART 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

“So, am I the bad guy?” Derek asked. They had somehow managed to reign in the emotions that ran wild in everyone’s mind. Introductions had been made and Derek got to know that Melkor is the name of the body he currently finds himself in.

“Yeah, no shit Melko- “

“Mandos!” the sky bluish light, who he had come to know as Manwe exclaimed.

Much to Derek’s dismay both the Vala switched back to the horrid Valarin. For beings who were the very source of music, one would expect a language calming, soothing, and sweeter than any other. Valarin…was horrendous. It stung in his ears like the noise of thousand nails scratching a blackboard.

He could understand it but trust him it was not worth it. It was the worst culture shock…worse than finding out his body’s origin.

Melkor, the body he entered, is none other than the ultimate bad boy of this world. A criminal who just barely got his parole on nepotism basis at that. Too bad he isn’t here to rejoice or anything. Derek wondered if the dark lord died or the worse possibility, Melkor switched bodies with him.

It was an amusing thought to imagine the dark lord as an engineering student. If there was anything worse than the endless void, it had to be the dark alleys of STEM. Well, he was glad that the report due the next day was not his problem now.

A distant, saner, part of Derek’s mind was still in the midst of processing the fact that he might indeed be dead in his world. His parents, his siblings, or roommates would find out and they would grieve for him. Or if they would delight in the chance of meeting his dark lord version.

The name Illuvatar had remained in Melkor’s memories, the only name that remained. All else was gone with him and so Derek tried it. ‘Umm…excuse me…Illuvatar are you there?’ Derek tried to talk to the possible god and his creator in this world. He had to be the one who must have had any idea of the stupid situation. ‘Am I still Derek? Or am I truly Melkor with an identity crisis or wait am I future Melkor and I time traveled back here. I mean it would be quiet a fall for Melkor to end up as an engineering student but hey it is a possibility.’ he tried asking, only to ramble and sound stupid in his inner monologue. None replied. Head empty no thoughts.

Well damn. This one’s got to have some daddy issues for sure. Derek wondered as he telepathically tried leaving a message for Illuvatar (don’t ask him how. He’s new to the whole thing. Trust the process).

‘ To Illuvatar, I do not know if this is you or not, but I must tell you I am not Melkor. Like I am in his body and it’s super weird. I don’t know if your feral son is dead (if he can die…) or not. I am just kind of in his body. I hope you can like tell me something about this all.’ P.S.- it's kinda urgent.

Hanging up the metaphorical phone Derek became aware of the quiet room. Manwe was staring at him again. It was the same look. Those puppy dog eyes just screamed of younger sibling energy. The look that siblings got seconds before they burst into tears. A precarious look for any older sibling ever.

Manwe was…bright. It was difficult to imagine how he was related to Melkor. Long white hair, glimmering blue eyes, and blue robes to maintain the angelic aesthetic. Manwe was pure innocence and uncorrupted power at the same time.

Melkor on the other hand. Well… Derek kinda could see himself without a mirror or anything. It was a Valar thing. A perk some would say. Just closing his eyes and he could see his form. He had almost screeched at his own reflection.

Melkor was…handsome. Sexy in the ‘I’ll be your fall from grace’ way. Dark black hair, the darkest there could be. Eyes bright like Manwe’s yet, there were glowing golden with the fervor of molten lava buried in the depth of the Earth. And contrasting such stark features was the palest skin ever. It was unlike Manwe’s healthy and flush tan. No Melkor was the supreme edge lord.

“Brother can you still not hear it?” Manwe asked. Derek, who had zoned out, realized that the focus from the previous quarrel had shifted back on him.

“Hear what?” Derek questioned. Was he supposed to hear something? Oh shit! Did someone call Melkor? It was hard remembering to respond to people when they called someone else’s name. Plus, he wasn’t that keen on the idea of discussing this weird possession with the guy who quite literally was a major simp for his brother. The idea of Manwe finding out his brother’s soul was gone was something scarier than Valarin.

With a barely concealed wince, Manwe replied “Do you not hear the music? The song of Arda? What about Illuvatar can you sense him?” Yikes, am I supposed to Derek wondered? To say or not to say, that is the question.

“I think don’t he can Manwe.” Another one of the Vala spoke instead of Melkor. If Derek remembered correctly, he was Ulmo. The Vala of seas, oceans, and rivers was visible in every facet of his personality and looks. Dark blue hair in the very predictably wavy in the fashion of waves, not that Derek disapproved of it. His first impression of Ulmo was that of the quiet kid who actually turns out to be really smart. The quiet kid you should not mess with. ‘Poseidon, Aquaman,’ Derek’s brain unhelpfully listed.

By the looks of it, Ulmo’s words did not sit well with Manwe. “I mean it is not difficult to see Manwe.” Mandos, the Vala who hated Melkor the most, added in support of Ulmo. It was surprising that even Derek felt the heavy animosity. And Derek was nothing if not dense.

Manwe continued to ignore Mandos and Ulmo collectively. “Can you truly not hear it Melkor?” he asked with an uncomfortably consistent eye contact. From his peripheral vision, Derek could see Varda take a step towards them.

“No,” Derek replied. “I cannot hear music or the song you speak of,” and the air in the room stilled. Everything fell silent as Manwe nodded in acceptance. However, Derek was not done. It was time to rip the bandage.

“I don’t remember anyone. I don’t know you or as matter of fact myse- “

“YOU MORON! WHERE IS MY MAIA?” before Derek could have completed his sentence he interrupted and was then promptly strangled by an unseen force. He truly had not seen it coming.

Put back the bandage he distantly wondered.

The room erupted in Chaos as Varda jumped in to save Manwe, who jumped in to save Melkor, who was attacked by Aule who was simultaneously being pulled away by Yavanna.

Chaos came to Valinor. Yet not the chaos that rained destruction but the chaos that mingled with the order to retain the world.

“He…he has returned.”

In the darkest canopy of unvisited forests, a voice whispered with a trace of hysterical joy. The sole existence of those woods. A shadow that lamented in unlit lands.

Once glazed eyes caught the first reflection of the light they once held. Ashen gray hair ignited as if a fire rekindled. Hair that now changed into the blistered red shade of flames. Gone was the lament and mourning.

Mairon had come to life.

“Master Melkor returned,” the silent trees of bleak woods shivered with fear as the fire captured them in its grasp.

With a crazed smile, Mairon wondered if it was time to go get his master back to their lands. Utumno would be rebuilt, and order would be restored.

So, it began as Mairon started making his way to Valinor.

[dandeelioncomic]

I designed these two ladies just recently for my comic! They have their differences, but are best friends nonetheless...

Piyon Bunni is a book-smart sea bunny who is a good listener (largely because she has no eyes and listening is the only way she can pass school...) and Penelope Pup is a more daring desert pupfish and Piyon's study buddy. They are both from out of town (if you can't tell by them being exotic seas creatures) and have got each-other's back even in the rough climate of Wghitewood Academy.

If you're awesome and attentive you'll also notice another one of my new and mysterious ladies in the background, observing that soccer game. Be on the lookout for a Lewie post eventually!

[singing-circuitry]

The sound of a camera shutter snap made him jump slightly, and his attention shifted to Mimi, who was smiling brightly behind her large, sturdy camera. ”Had to get photographic proof of you out from behind a desk,“ she teased. Cy rolled his eyes, face heating up in embarrassment. He was used to Mimi's shutterbug tendencies, but he didn't like being the subject as much as he was. ”Warn me next time,“ he grumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets.

AKA- a real unedited image of Cy not reading a book or looking vaguely nervous while trying desperately to look cool and aloof!

i've had this sitting as a WIP for ages, i couldn't figure out how to draw a face at this angle... but @unluckyxse7enart helped me out so Finally i can post this "photograph" from a writing piece i did with these twins (linked above if you'd like to read uwu)

[characterdelights]

Takeda Brook

Occupation: Student / Go Home Club

Birthday: March 25th

Zodiac: Aries

Height: 5'5"

Weight: 135lbs

Eye Color: Green

Hair Color: Blonde

About/Background

A delinquent known around campus for not taking crap from anyone, Brook's name reaches far and wide around the local area. Born to an English mother and Japanese father, she faced ostracization from a early age, especially thanks to the features she inherited from her mother. And while it did put her on the backfoot all throughout her childhood, she's learned to confront those who'd put her down instead of hide from them.

While it has done wonders for her mental health and self-image, it has had the unfortunate side effect of earning her the label of a delinquent as she never shies away from a confrontation, even when things appear to be trending physically.

She has a passion for cooking and wants to one day open a shop. It's why she's still doing just enough to squeak by in school despite not being a fan of it.

Her Arcana is the Hermit.

Personality

Despite her fiery disposition with a proclivity towards violence, Brook is a fairly chill person that is easy to get along with once you've gotten her out of her shell. Normally, she's standoffish as she either doesn't want someone to get harassed for being her friend or because she thinks the person is just trying to tease her. But once she knows you're a genuine person, she's ride or die on your relationship.

She's a bit thickheaded but not dumb, though her grades might say otherwise. Her stubbornness is equal parts boon as it is bane for her, being the source of many conflicts as well as many personal achievements and growths.

Often, she'll skip class to find some place where she can be alone. She doesn't like having too many eyes on her, but her status and features often make her the center of attention.

[victors-grave]

A drine saint and his student.

They haven't got named yet (Suggestions in the comments?) but I think they're very adorable right now.

[marquessnyx]

[anbaisai]

ace you can't just ask something like that

[thesmallersnow]

of course i was worried sick!! thank change you're okay!

( a heartfelt reunion between nille and bonnie post-game )

[demons-art-hell]

This took my wayyy longer than it should've Anyway

Why dis 🏃 look so mad

[randumb-dork]

Your honor, I love him. That is all 🤝

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Finally created a ref for this dude: https://www.tumblr.com/randumb-dork/761371061787017216/redraw-time-i-suppose

I’ve had him since 2020, and yet, I never drew a ref of him till now? How is that possible. How can I forget about this cutie. Grrrrr, just look at that face! Anyways- 💀 Feel free to read the info on the side, if you’d like to get to know him! Despite his looks, he’s just a misunderstood sweetheart who wants to help out in any way he can q7q

Oh and, his design was inspired by an anime. If you can guess what it is, I will give you a cookie :D

[lamemaster]

I Dropped College to Become a Dark Lord

Genre: Crack, Modern guy in Middle Earth

Pairing: tbh

Summary: At first look, Melkor’s form seemed to be devoid of any sort of essence. A chill ran through the Valar as they considered the possibility of his escape. Tulkas and Orome had almost packed up for their adventure to Middle Earth. But then they had felt it. A sudden surge of life.

AN: wake up Tumblr we missed 4 chapters.

PART 1 | PART 2| Part 7 |

"Derek shuddered, the cold marble floors sending a chill up his spine. 'It's...morose,' he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. He finishes his thought staring back at the Maia by his side, ignoring the one lingering outside the doors.

Next to him, Mairon pranced around the room, dusting the fireplace. 'It's mad at you,' he replied. “Mad at me? Who?” Derek questioned, a shiver running down his spine.

“The House,” Mairon answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Or might I call this darling piece, The Gloaming?” He knelt down petting the fur carpet as if greeting a fond pet.

As if on cue, the room filled with a soft glow from candles and lamps that Derek hadn't noticed before which was insanely odd given, he possessed the sight of Melkor. A quite literal angelic figure. Albeit a fallen one.

After ensuring that his little flinch of surprise had indeed gone unnoticed, Derek or formidable Melkor stepped into the hall lined with threadbare velvet curtains that somehow managed not to gather a touch of dust over the centuries of unkemptness or simply burn the entire place down by catching fire from the uncovered lamps placed conveniently close to them.

The Gloaming seemed to huff in annoyance, the flickering candles almost seeming to hiss. It was as if the manor itself were expressing its displeasure at its lost master, who seemed to love undermining it after such a long-awaited reunion. 

All this Mel- Derek felt projected in his thoughts, which was not creepy at all.

He turned to Mairon, his eyes wide with disbelief. "The manor... is sentient?" His voice was barely a whisper. But his eyes were already drawn to Eonwe, who was sulking on the doorstep like a kicked kitten."

Mairon, now draped dramatically over an emerald green chaise, beamed at him. "Well yes, you created this little bean, with your flame my lord."

Holy Arda, Derek cried in his mind. Why on earth had the Dark Lord chosen this way to project his creative streak? A sentient house? This was beyond bizarre.

Mairon’s idea of the little bean was apparently the fucking massive manor that seemed to be made of Manwe’s worst nightmare. The exact opposite of Taniquetil’s angelic bright halls. This was the dream of every goth’s waking and sleeping thoughts.

“And why cannot Eonwe come in?” Melkor asks. To which Mairon simply raises an offended eyebrow, an offense taken on the behalf of The Gloaming, it is a house with a soul and a taste, my lord!” His lips form into a sulking pout, which Derek concerningly notices as a frequent expression carried by those lips.

"The Gloaming would never tolerate nonsensical guests," the Maia grumbled, his voice a low rumble. He ran his hands through the tassels hanging from the cushion he rested his head on, as if soothing a petulant child. It was as if he were joining the house in its protest.

Unwillingly yet with growing frequency, Derek felt a warmth in Melkor, the Dark Lord's silly little heart. The warmth was so familiar, so similar to the feeling of homecoming after a long semester. It filled him with comfort yet also with a deep sense of loss, the angst of a lost world. And a lost self.

And this angst was more at home in the halls of The Gloaming compared to the astounding beauty of Taniquetil. 

Mairon's heart had never known a home as it did in The Gloaming, not even the palaces of Middle-earth. The Gloaming was his lord's, the closest thing to his lord's heart.

It held his lord's warmth, his fire, his flame. Palaces Mairon had plenty, but The Gloaming was home. And even now, as he saw his lord's suspiciously wet eyes, he couldn't help but feel a sense of peace. They had returned home. A place where he could finally be with his lord.

With the exception of Eonwe, who seemed intent on taking his lord back to the damned Taniquetil, to the weeping fool of a king. But Mairon was no weakling. His lord would not return. No matter what The Gloaming, whose whining presence reminded Mairon of decade-old elflings, would not lose its master again. And if that caused Manwe a few breakdowns, then that was worth it.

And here, he will make his lord fall in love with him once again. He will convince his lord to let go of his ridiculous notion of returning him to Aule.

The Gloaming had slept for a long time. It mourned the loss of its master, its black, impenetrable curtains and closed doors and windows a testament to its grief. With its master and friend gone, it fell silent. Unable to feel the thrumming thoughts of its master's mind, its consciousness drooped, and it fell into a drowsy languor.

In its sleep, The Gloaming dreamed of the past. It remembered the nights it had mischievously warded off his master's room from his friend. It remembered how the sweet delights that it conjured brought a smile to its master's face, in the secrecy of his room.

It also couldn't forget its master's servants who had once wandered its halls. And in the stillness and silence of such aloofness, it grieved the liveliness of its past.

In moments of inconsolable sorrow, it whimpered in its emptiness. Like a child lacking playmates, it crashed plates, slammed doors, and created false chatter of its own, but it made little difference. The Gloaming remained untouched, save for a few wicked elflings who seemed to want to break into its master's rooms. But The Gloaming, in its loyalty, never let anyone else in.

That is until, ages later, it felt a sudden rush of awakening. Lost in the drowsiness of its slumber, The Gloaming awoke to its master's familiar presence. Close, yet achingly far.

And then, as if life rushed into it, it felt the closeness of its past friend even closer. At its doorstep, it flung open its door to see its past friend, now weary but equally fond of The Gloaming as he had been in the past.

In a moment of joy unrivaled, The Gloaming surged with a will to please. It presented its friend with the delicacies of the past. It roused the lamps and lit the hearth. It welcomed Mairon, who slumped down on its plush carpet to greet it.

"I will bring him back," its friend promised, whispering softly. "We will return to you, The Gloaming."

[jun-hug]

sleepy

sorry for being so inactive lately </3

[ribbittrobbit]

The adventures of the Wizard Sorrow & Boshi (working title): a WBN Umora OC comics collab with @yeehawpim!!!!!

Pim did the story + layout and then let me run wild (and pop in at odd hours with questions about Boshi's design) See Pim's mad composition genius + OC lore over here Sorrow lore here & here

👀 more to come perhaps 👀

[2-dsimp]

Imagine a yandere college student x milf reader

Milf reader who thinks they’re past their prime admittedly they’re in early-mid 40s. They’re a single mother of three kids including the eldest son who’s the yandere’s best friend. Milf reader is always there giving support to both their son and especially said bestfriend. That happened to be obsessed with you right at the start of their freshman year of college. After you managed to comfort him by telling him that being considered abnormal by his peers. Isn’t bad but something he should be proud about, after all originality is a keen quality to have nowadays.

Unfortunately the college student took your words to heart in the most peculiar of ways…

You got stood up. Again. You tried your hardest to get back into the dating scene. But all your suitors got cold feet standing you up at the last minute. You were devastated all that time wasted on getting all dolled up for a no show. But little did you know that your son’s bestfriend was there to photograph you in all your glory. Before coincidentally bumping into you, asking if you could help him out with some cooking recipes. Since you were the no1 chef in his eyes, hell you could serve him dog kibble and he’d eat it like it was heaven on earth.

If only you had looked closer you may have noticed a Glock imprint. Within his signature trench coat with many pockets. Each dedicated to conceal the questionable items he brought whenever you had an outing set. The college boy always did have a knack for acing target practice at the gun range. And all your former suitors served to be a good way for him to destress. There’s no way he’d let you end up with anyone besides himself.

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should I expand more on this? 👀