#tp ocs

[torturingpeople]

i accidentally locked in on an ms paint doodle so hard i made a master lineup

with a bonus marie for scale and some larger pics under the cut

[torturingpeople]

my stupid fucking gay wife i love how you drew him all stanced up. i lovethis. i love it here

okay well. I did my first ever Mass Attack. With a buncha Fallen London OCs. It's not finished, I still have plans to fully colour it!!! But I needed to submit it before Art Fight was over and realized that colour would not happen in time. SO HOPEFULLY IN A MONTH OR TWO I WILL HAVE A FINISHED VERSION but for now, by requests of friends, here it is on tumblr for sharing.

I'm not gonna tag everyone becuase that would be SO MANY PEOPLE idk if they are even on Tumblr... Maybe I will go through that effort for the full coloured version. But you can find all the character credits in the spread sheet in here.

[this is the bonus version, the art fight version is missing poor edward + some of my friends characters that aren't on art fight]

[aldrendaux]

Story: The Beasts of Ordon

By Imagination that

Summary: "The wolf people had been attacking the villagers for years and many of them had been slaughtered. Finally though the Ordonians have managed to capture the last of the feral beasts, and once he is dead they will be safe. So why does this boy say that upon his death the village will be massacred?"

[rogdona]

[oat-pup]

what if i just decide to lock the fuck in

[torturingpeople]

edison likes it… lionel finds it a bit sickly so he steers away from it… charlotte would get angry at anyone who likes it

TIL Candy Corn was invented in 1898 which means your OCs can have Opinions about it

[kamabokobun]

Happy earlyish halloween! This year we have Link and Zelda dressed as.. Link and Zelda

[wanderer-au]

CHAPTER ONE : BORN FROM INK AND PAPER (PART 2)

[torturingpeople]

I took revenge on hardship from my earlier life by forgetting it.

it happens so quickly that you don't even realise it - you forget you're even looking into irrigo when you see it. you forget what you're thinking about instantly - it hurts, but it works. and when it stops working, you use more and more and more and more and more

until there is absolutely nothing left of you but a hull, your brain a shell containing a broken puzzle - nothing fits together anymore

maybe it's better this way

(quote by alija izetbegovic - closeups + explanation (warning for discussions of drug addiction and implications of suicide) under the cut)

i'm FINALLY going to talk about marie's irrigo fate that i have mysteriously been alluding to through my recent posts

essentially, marie is addicted to irrigo. if you're more curious/out of the loop on my irrigo biology theory you can find it here (along with the other neathbow colours), but something i didn't mention is that i think all of the neathbow colours have the potential for addiction

marie is addicted to irrigo not because of irrigo itself but because of the security (and dopamine) she gets from being able to forget. anything that troubles her can be wiped away and this acts as a sort of "safety net" for her, meaning she can remain 'stable' after her breakdowns. but like i mentioned in my irrigo post, the more you use irrigo the more you become resistant to it. the more it just hinders your memory, not wipes it entirely, and the less effective it is at inducing memory loss

when marie tries to forget things and it doesn't work as she intends, this sends her into a panic. because that safety net has been ripped from under her and now she's on a tightrope staring into the abyss with nothing to catch her fall and keep her safe. so she keeps using more irrigo. she starts going broader and bigger with what she wants to erase. and eventually she goes so far that she develops total retrograde amnesia

this drawing is the moment of impact - the moment she has gone too far - the moment she falls from the tightrope. she has basically killed her original self. there's nothing left inside of her anymore. the neurons are there, the memories "intact" in a way, but she can't reach any of them. she's severed all connections to her original life

[torturingpeople]

my turn!! marie dialogue drop from the same rp! also chronological and instead displaying her descent into yuri induced madness

more scoundrel dialogue out of context, because i love writing this freak almost as much as i love drawing and posting about her. aaaaand also these are all good examples of the scoundrel's talking style. but i digress.

all of this is specifically from the scoundrel's ongoing Toxic Yuri Adventures™ with @torturingpeople's marie. it is also, coincidentally, in chronological order. you can (sort of) see their descent into gayness in real time!

[demie90s]

Sydney Colson X TP X Soccer!Reader

So…Y’all Don’t Pass the Ball?

(Just Cause.) MASTERLIST, MORE

Summary: You’re a soccer player, just trying to do a cute little crossover promo with the WNBA’s most unserious duo: Sydney Colson and Theresa Plaisance. But between Sydney asking why your shorts are “so long for no reason” and Theresa claiming kickball as athletic experience.

Genre: Comedy | Chaos | Sports crossover | First-person POV

Warnings: Light cursing, uncontrollable laughter, player delusion

Word Count: ~0.9k

Vibe: Pure unseriousness. Think fake mic interviews, “The League is in Good Hands” energy, reader being the only straight-faced one while Syd & TP act like they’ve never seen a soccer ball before. Dry humor, chaotic banter, and reader slowly unraveling on camera.

“Okay, camera rolling in 3…2…”

I’m sitting between Sydney Colson and Theresa Plaisance, and it already smells like jokes in here.

Literally nothing’s happened yet, and Sydney’s squinting at my shin guards like they personally offended her.

“So, soccer,” she starts, drumming her fingers dramatically on the fake table between us. “Why the shorts so long though?”

Theresa nods like it’s a real investigative question. “They be wearing bermuda shorts with compression socks. That’s wild.”

I blink. “That’s just the uniform.”

Sydney narrows her eyes. “That’s just disrespectful.”

I’m not sure if she’s joking. I’m not sure they know if they’re joking.

I glance at the production guy holding the boom mic, like maybe he can save me. He absolutely cannot.

Sydney turns to Theresa. “So what’s your soccer experience, T?”

Theresa clears her throat like she’s about to accept an award. “Okay so—this one time? In second grade? I played kickball. Barefoot. On gravel. Won the game.”

Sydney nods solemnly. “You kicked the soul out that ball, huh?”

Theresa: “Ball AND my big toe.”

I open my mouth to say something—anything—and Sydney cuts in.

“No… no, I don’t think that counts. But if so, I kicked rocks on the way over here.”

They both nod again, like this is a TED Talk and I should be taking notes.

“Oh… okay,” I manage, staring directly into the camera like I’m on The Office.

Sydney leans in, serious now—too serious. “So what position do you play?”

“Forward.”

Theresa claps. “Same. I be forward-thinking every day.”

I smile. Not because it’s funny. Because I’m disassociating.

Sydney’s already on to her next question. “Do y’all pass? Or y’all be gatekeeping the ball like Theresa gatekeeps the aux cord?”

“Hey. Don’t do that.”

“She played three Britney songs in a row.”

“She’s an icon, Sydney.”

“She’s a pattern, Theresa.”

I look between them and remember I still haven’t said anything useful this entire shoot.

“Yeah, we pass,” I say finally. “It’s called teamwork.”

Sydney nods like that’s tragic.

“Couldn’t be me.”

“She don’t even pass in Mario Kart,” Theresa mutters.

Sydney: “That’s cause I’m in first place, babe. You want me to throw it in reverse for you?”

They start bickering. On camera. Fully ignoring me now.

I sip my water. It’s lukewarm. Like my will to continue this interview.

Eventually, Sydney spins back to me. “So would you ever play basketball?”

I nod. “I’ve shot around before. I’m decent.”

Theresa lights up. “Say less. We got a free spot on our team.”

“Oh, really?”

“For comedic relief,” Sydney adds.

“Oh…”

“But we’ll give you a jersey,” Theresa shrugs. “Might say ‘Intern’ on the back.”

I think they’re joking. Again—I’m not sure.

The interview wraps and I stand up, shaking both their hands. Sydney fist bumps me instead. Theresa hugs me like we survived a natural disaster together.

As I walk off set, I hear Sydney call out behind me:

“Tell your coach we said good luck this season.”

“And tell your shorts we said loosen up!”

I don’t know why I gave them the address.

Actually, no—I do. Peer pressure. There were cameras, lights, mics… and Sydney Colson dared me. Theresa said I was “scared of a little crossover moment.” They called me shy. I’m not shy. I just value peace. But whatever. It’s game day now, and I’m warming up on the field—my field—and chaos is rolling in on a golf cart like it owns the place.

Sydney’s driving. Wearing shades and a custom windbreaker that says “WNBA SCOUT” across the back in what looks like iron-on letters from Michaels.

Theresa’s riding passenger with a clipboard, a whistle, and a full damn referee jersey. From Party City.

I freeze mid-stretch.

“Oh hell no.”

They wave like proud aunts.

Sydney: “We here for talent identification.”

Theresa: “We heard number nine got footwork.”

I’m number nine.

I try to walk off. I really do. But my teammates are eating this up. People are filming. My coach is laughing. This is now officially above me.

Sydney hops off the cart and inspects the grass. Deadass bends down and rubs it between her fingers like she’s checking turf quality. I can’t make this up.

“Mm. Too much chlorophyll. Y’all gonna be slow today.”

Theresa’s already blowing the whistle. “Let’s see a drill. Dribble. Shoot. Roll. Cry. Whatever y’all do.”

One of our defenders actually starts dribbling, like we’re being evaluated by Team USA.

Sydney watches with her arms crossed, nodding. “Okay, okay… Not bad. Bit stiff. But she didn’t fall, so bonus points.”

Theresa writes on the clipboard:

“Didn’t fall. Not a hater. Decent socks.”

Now it’s my turn.

“Number nine,” Sydney says, waving me forward. “Let’s see what you got, Miss FIFA.”

I sigh, step up, and go through a quick solo drill—juggles, tap-ins, and a cross to my teammate who actually scores. The team cheers.

Theresa claps like she’s at a ballet recital. “Graceful. Humble. Hoochie shorts. 10/10.”

Sydney looks… offended.

“So you do pass?”

I nod.

“To her?”

“She was open.”

Sydney turns to Theresa. “That couldn’t be me.”

“Girl I know. You allergic to assists.”

Now they’re arguing about basketball again on my soccer field. I jog over and try to wrap it up.

“Okay. Y’all came. Y’all saw. Y’all got your little footage. You can go now.”

Sydney squints. “This sounds like disrespect.”

Theresa gasps, fake-offended. “We supported you.”

“You showed up uninvited with a clipboard from Office Depot.”

Sydney adjusts her shades. “And gave you exposure. You welcome.”

Before they leave, they make me take a picture with them holding up a “drafted” sign and throwing up fake gang signs like I’m being signed to the Colson/Plaisance sports agency. (Which is not real. I hope.)

The next morning, the picture is everywhere. SportsCenter reposts it. My team account reposts it. WNBA on TNT reposts it with the caption:

“Sources say she passed the ball. We’re investigating.”

I text Sydney: You got me dragged by an entire comment section.

She replies: “That’s what teammates are for 😘”

[abesetacringe]

got trapped outside because I forgot the keys but at least I got to draw😭😭😭

[eternadreeblissa]

I think I have a new fav design detail on Ava's face: the cupid's bow on her lips 🥹 her lips would look fuller, it makes me think of a heart, and she looks so much more beautiful like this 😔🙏

Hi yall, long time no see 🥹 Schools kickin my arse but that doesnt mean Ive stopped drawing! Recently, Solo-Leveling caught my attention and it's been downhill ever since O(-( and in the process, I dug around for Jinwoo x Reader and voila I found a goldmine of a treasure story called Trial Player! Reader x Sung Jinwoo, which is surprisingly, very Ava coded. LIKE. I'M TELLING YOU: THIS READER IS SO SO CLOSE AND SIMILAR TO HOW I ENVISIONED AVA I HAD TO DRAW READER AND HER SIDE BY SIDE. LIKE THEYRE SO SO SIMILAR DOWN TO THE MANNERS AND BEHAVIORS, TASTE OR TYPES OF DRESSES THEYD WEAR, TO EVEN THE WHOLE DOMAIN TEMPLE BIT (which honestly I took inspo from). The similarities and parallels were just

If yall love Sung Jinwoo or Solo-Leveling in general or maybe you actually love Ava as well I would SINCERELY recommend a read on it. Its just top notch, chefs kiss, has me kicking my feet twirlin my hair all giddy cutesy. (Please be warned tho it has future yandere and potenticially explicit scenes, some gore and all that jazz.)

Anyway author @mydearestbeloved and I immediately became swift friends over similar tastes :DDD I do apologize tho if Ava's hair takes up a bit more than half of the canvas?? I honestly did not mean it to go that wild but it was just so GORGEOUS im sorry im in love w my OC 🥹🙏bUT HEREEEE TAKE MY INTERPRETATION OF TP READER BASED ON UR POSTS AND LIL TIDBITS OF DESIGN CHOICES!! Pls note tho Reader can be however u want her to look, this is just how Ive always imagined her to look like.

[torturingpeople]

this has made me realise i have also never stated my characters accents or speaking styles+habits...

player characters

edison: standard english with an accent somewhere between rp and estuary english. no contractions, but uses innuendo often and elongates his words for effect

harper: german accented standard english (sort of like lme) which mostly comes out in his inflections and the way he pronounces "th" and "w"

dove: northern accent with a heavy dialect and slang usage. but she can imitate a lot of other accents including rp, cockney, irish, french, american etc etc but her comfortable normal speaking accent is northern

freya: rp but contracts her words and uses slang and leans a tiny bit more into cockney when she's stammering/fumbling her words or swearing

non player characters

marie: standard english and a very old fashioned and overemphasised rp accent. trills her 'r's in a way she doesn't need to and puts a lot of effort into sounding "posh". also speaks in a quiet and lilting tone to entice the listener if you will

dionysia: english with some contractions but minimal slang and a southeast london accent. not quite essex but not exactly estuary english either. speaks quite quickly i.e. hurrying to get her words out, a lot of her speech lacks quality

rosier: transatlantic american/english accent and standard english. scarcely ever uses contractions. usually appends his sentences with a question i.e. "is it not?" or "are you not?" or fronts them with "why". very standard 'trad husband of the 20s' speech type

filip: polish accented standard english with contractions, and can be rather rude in his speech. one to swear and insult quite often

(bonus) vasily: russian accented broken english. refuses to learn standard english but also doesn't use contractions because he omits the article (i.e. "you are an idiot" becomes "you are idiot")

esther: essex/southeastern accent. can speak in rp/standard english if she wants and will do so in formal settings but at work or home her natural accent is between medway and essex

Realized I’ve never said what accents my Fallen London blorbos have—

Atlas: French + Northern (was more comfortable with French as a kid, learned to speak and pronounce English in the North but never really lost their first accent)

Thomas: RP

Carlo: South London

Agamemnon: Greek

[rogdona]

[astrosexologist]

ganondorf x eyvindr stuff from 2023

eyvindr is a half-dragon cosmic agent known as a reproductor; wandering the universe in search of sources of entropy to feed upon and harvest genetic material from