#unnamed OC babies

[stephreynaart]

Participated in the @gf10yearslaterzine

A few of my headcanons have change since I made this, but I still love how it came out. Super proud of all the amazing people who got together and made this Zine a possibility!

It’s been an amazing 10 years, and I’m so happy I wiggled my way into this fandom.

[noirrelite]

assorted older warframe stuff dot jpeg (with some touch ups) also old sierra fashion

[develop-your-oc]

what do y'all do when it comes to naming an oc? specifically, an oc that refuses to be named? you know they have a name, they know they have a name, but it's a secret they're keeping from you, which is completely unfair because *you made them* but they just stick their tongue out at you all annoying-like and then tell you their favorite flower. :/

[makkuromurasaki]

Yeehawgust 2024: Week 1 - First Rodeo

[theonewhobleats]

Are yall sick of my papa nari drawings yet??

[blisteringstar]

Prompt 10: Stable

"Now, I know I'm starting your life of crime early, but I couldn't think of anything more 'enriching' than bringing to you to meet Joyeux and Troubadour.," Inwa spoke to the bundle of baby viera in his arms. The little one babbled at Inwa in response as the elder Miqo'te reached out to open the gate. A quick glance was given down to his little partner in crime, and then over the stables.

"Not quite" he sighed in response to that babbling. "I know your father would oppose my taking you over the salt, but you're wrong, my little accomplice." he tsked, wagging his finger. "I also didn't tell the owners of this very stable that I was coming, nor that I was bringing someone along." Inwa brought a finger up to his mouth, leaning in close to the little one. "This must remain a secret between us and the giant birds you're here to see."

If he were to be honest, Inwa rarely if ever ventured to the stables. Without a chocobo of his own and no real clue how to care for them, he always made the choice to leave them to Silvain. Even with that in mind, it was easy to find Joyeux, the warbird greeting the familiar miqo'te warmly, nipping and preening at his hair. Troubadour's talkative warbling in the background also couldn't be ignored, calling out to the pair.

"Troubadour! How could I think I could sneak anywhere with you here…," Inwa smiled, holding his finger up again. "I will get to you in a moment. I just--" His words were cut off when the small bun came to realize the large creature that had come into view, taking deep breaths to work up a cry.

"He's very big, isn't he. Oh, it's okay, he's not scary." Inwa leaned down to kill the top of the baby's head, rocking him slowly. The arm that wasn't cradling him reached out to pet Joyeux's beak, "See? He's a good chocobo. You could also pet him, but…" Inwa winced when fussy fists balled into his hair and began yanking and tangling into it as he decided if he wanted to cry or not.

Joyeux rested his head down against the small one, large beady eyes on the long-eared baby. With luck, Inwa was able to untangle one little fist. Placing a finger under it, he guided the child's fist to Joyeux's beak. "There. You see? Everything is fine."

The Baby Bun splayed his hand on the chocobo's beak, wide blue eyes on the dark blue of the bird's feathers. The deep breaths calmed, the child reaching to put the tangled hand on the beak as well, curling little fingers and then opening them again.

"Thank you for being understanding, Joyeux," Inwa also placed his free hand on the chocobo, soothing at his feathers with a smile. "And please don't tell Silvain. I know the stable hands will, but I would appreciate juuuust this bit of secrecy."

A warble from Troubadour direction called Inwa's attention once more, turning to peer at the other chocobo in contempt, proverbial feathers ruffled.

"No, it's not mine! You especially better not run your beak to Honore."

[truelazymaker]

いたずらっ子

He once tried to hide his plushies due to other worshippers trying to steal them. So, the best decision he had was to hide them in a cabinet where only he could fit in while in his child form.

Well, it backfired, he got spotted and caught, then he got his plushies confiscated by the higher ranked members. Plus, scolded and lectured for causing a ruckus.

(He got his plushies back afterwards)

AU belongs to @onyxonline

Lazy Priest (Plushie) belongs to @novalizinpeace

Mrs. Unnamed (Plushie) belongs to @fishy0bishy

Gilded (Plushie) belongs to @qxurugosk

Version without the shading:

[falinscloaca]

the misbegotten are sooo underrated its insane

[hydrae]

Oldish art of my tempest cleric, Etienne, that I don’t know if I ever posted here!

Selkie, theology professor, former (unwilling) saint to a doomsday cult, and now there’s a newly born god in the ocean that periodically hijacks his body to show him shiny stuff

[kits-ships]

IONE SANEMI BABY.......... name poll

please....... just look at her...... its all i need..... /lh

@stoneshipper @dudeshusband @sunstar-of-the-north

@kylilah @faerie-circle-ships @knightoflove

@wyndford-dekarios-goda @strawberrisoulmate

@punchurlightsout @rainbowtvz @lovediives

[the-silver-chronicles]

WIP Wednesday + My OC as... & What Faerie Court Does Your OC Belong To? & What Does Your Soul Look Like?

Tagged by @g0dspeeed @voidika @socially-awkward-skeleton @deputy-morgan-malone @direwombat @adelaidedrubman and @onehornedbeast

Tagging @shallow-gravy @inafieldofdaisies @strangefable @strafethesesinners @josephslittledeputy @minilev @chazz-anova @cassietrn @snake-in-the-garden @corvosattano @ec-10 @deputyash @derelictheretic @henbased @jacobmybeloved @ladyoriza @nightbloodbix @vampireninjabunnies-blog @neverthesameneveranother @wrathfulrook @carlosoliveiraa @thewanderer-000 @softtidesworld @josephseedismyfather @skoll-sun-eater @vasiktomis and @afarcryfrommymain + anyone else who wants to join.

One WIP, two quizzes and a sharing visual stuff of Silva with the My OC as.... Here's the "What Faerie Court does your OC belong to?" Quiz and the "What does Does Your Soul Look Like?" Quiz.

Here's the WIP of that unnamed "Arranged Marriage" AU, with Silva agonizing over her life so far (after a shower no less) as she waits for Faith to come back with a dreadful wedding dress. Snippet below:

[Silva's] head in gloved hands, she fought the urge to grab a fistful of dark hair and rip it out. To scream and curse... at what? God? Her father? Joseph and the prophets before him who were too cowardly and self-absorbed in their own dead delusions to even try not to fuck someone's life over for once?

Or would she curse herself? For agreeing to this arrangement, despite how much she hates it? For hurting others with her very presence, being forced to wander in their vision even after taking the lives of loved ones, whose blood has since been washed off, but not the scars and lesions that are scattered over her damaged hands, a reminder of the lives she took? Curse herself for not putting her own needs, her desires, her hopes and dreams before others, just as Kamski insisted she do?

Silva didn't know. She didn't know what to do anymore. It was far beyond what she initially knew. Far from what she was taught in the Minas. Eden's Gate wasn't like Father's battalions of Enforcers, cruel and deplorable in their mission, nor were they like the Apostles, teaching malevolence and hidden in shadows.

Eden's Gate had a mission, one with the best of intentions, but were spreading terror in their methods, even if they seemed a bit remorseful, which doesn't change the fact they have ruined lives indefinitely, nor excuse the recruitment of psychopaths like the Cook.

It was uncanny just how much qualities about the Project that she could despise and how much she could differentiate it from the likes of her father's Enforcers. It didn't make it any better that Joseph and John seemed genuine in their desire to have her as apart of the family, even when her gut argues that it's nothing more than a ploy, a deception, with her stomach coiling in agreement, the very reminder that she'd be married to Jacob in the coming weeks making her nauseous again.

Despite the personal cost of her freedom, she had to do it, especially if it meant peace for the Resistance and the freedom of Hudson and Pratt... and Burke as well she guessed. She could also breath a little easier with the knowledge that she had forced Joseph to acknowledge that this marriage was, at best, a tactical ploy for peace, more-or-less, and convinced him to give not only his word that Jacob would not try anything of harmful or sexual nature towards her, but also had him forbid his older brother as "the Father" from even thinking to do such acts, or else she would not agree to anything more.

Silva knew from experience that a profeta's word was as reliable as a rickety old bridge worn down from age, but if he backed out on any of the agreements, not only would he face backlash from herself and the Resistance, but most likely a few of his own people as well.

It still didn't change the fact she was a prisoner here both presently and with the reminders of how guilty her own conscience really is.

She gave the Resistance a standing chance for freedom, however that is going, even if it meant she was restricted in her own.

Jannah, Elsa would be so disappointed in me. Worse then disappointed probably. She'd return from the ashes if she could, and then go on to berate Silva of not only her martyr tendencies, but also give her an earful for all the times Silva had told Elsa to keep track of her own well-being while being mindful of others.

How hypocritical of me.

Does that make me closer to Father than it does Paul now?

Silva wasn't sure how to answer that, but she couldn't blink the welling tears away, no matter how much ferocity she put in.

Here I am... on a bed in Faith's Gate... a prison in all but name, surrounded by people I have hurt in more ways than one... crying to myself... as I can do nothing for my friends and neighbours who I can't even communicate with, no less hear from... all the while I'm waiting on Faith to get me whatever wretched wedding dress the Seeds had stolen to have me wear... while in nothing but my undergarments and the thinnest bathrobe.

It may not be as rock bottom as walking in a blizzard barefoot in a shitty dress at 10-years-old while Enforcers searched for her across the bridge to the Minas, or sailing on a boat with little supplies, taking care of an infant barely two weeks old, and tending to an injured hermana after escaping a successful massacre on the one community she thought truly understood her. Nor was it like the day she returned to the county, into her resident home, without her hija in hand to carry to bed, and as if to kick her further, find out the legacy Elsa wanted to leave behind in the form of her floristry had been stolen away during Silva's absence. But it was still suffocating, and she couldn't help but mourn for the normalcy she almost regained.

Here's the results for the "What Faerie Court Does Your OC Belong To?" Quiz.

Elsa Omar (Far Cry The Silver Chronicles, The Harbinger's Salvation AU)

Yeah this describes Elsa. She generally doesn't take in account the feelings of others in canon nor in this AU. Elsa is very selfish, and only cares for the people closest in her family circle (mainly Silva, Persephone, & Ezekiel + Azriel and Mercy if she got to meet them), everyone else is a pawn to use and abuse for whatever means necessary, especially in The Harbinger's Salvation AU, where her older sister is under the control of the Apostles of Zachariah. Elsa is narcissistic and vain, as well as a compulsive liar to majority of people to boot. She has no problem enacting on every vice (smoking, drinking, screwing, etc) without shame, even if it is detrimental to her overall health and social apathy. Credit where credit is due, she's achieved sleeping with nearly everyone in the county, something even Adelaide hadn't achieved. But its the fact she's careless of everyone's feelings and also gives zero fucks about looking through peoples things to see what she can use for blackmail. She's absolutely NOT a good person, it just happens to be that her goals are either beneficial to others (her work with the Resistance in the AU even if she's not in it for their fight but more so her sisters' safety, having gathered enough evidence of Eden's Gate' crimes to send Joseph to prison for life to protect Silva and Persephone, etc) or even she has morals or ideals she wouldn't cross/adopt (absolutely knows for certain that Adam's Guard is not safe nor should be left to exist, wouldn't join the Apostles because of their habits to bring terror and death to others, and wouldn't join Eden's Gate because they restrict peoples' freedoms in what they want to do for their lives besides devote it to God which would be a very unhappy place for Silva and Azriel, etc) even if those are because it goes against her self-interests. Elsa is willing to take massive risks, which though can be dangerous, she's always confident of the rewards it brings. And just because her bones are brittle doesn't mean she's not willing to go down rough and dirty to win.

Now for the "What does your soul look like?" Quiz.

Azriel (Far Cry The Silver Chronicles, Wings And Horns original work)

I mean this pretty much describes Azriel. Neglected by her parents and then was almost killed by them as they tried to sacrifice her to prove themselves worthy of staying in Eden's Gate, was always shunned for her interests in technology and invention from within the project did not help her mentally. Nor did the isolation. Afraid everyone is out to get her, this 9-year-old puts up a ferocious front in order to at least look the part of scary. Which offputs people from her or undermine her with sympathy she doesn't understand nor want. She feels as if no one wants her, nor do they want to understand her, choosing how she should live her life. Well, at least until she meets Silva in a chance encounter that changes the fate of the county and Silva's role in the Reaping and the Collapse. The first time the Voice felt fear that day. And it wouldn't be the last time either.

Now for the "My OC as..." stuff. I tried to find a faceclaim that I thought was true to Silva. (RANT: I had to go to f***ing Quora for this. And I hate Quora with a burning passion. I still receive their emails to this day. No I don't want to know how to make a Spinach cake, I'm not interested in the quantum physics of a blackhole and no I don't want to be involved in the debate on whether its criminal to leave the toilet seat up, IT IS, debate over!). Anyway Silva's current faceclaim for the time being (or indefinite if I feel that "do you know what, this person is right for Silva") is actress Mina El Hammani. In order to use and create this template I used this trustworthy meme generator, who never disappoints me (unlike Quora).

Maybe I should make one of Paul one day. That would be interesting dissecting him like this.

[teddydeer]

oc thats been living in my head lately ૮₍ ˶• ༝ •˶ ₎ა

[psystirene]

The Defiant One... or something <3

There's symbolism but i'm ermmm...

Anyways this is just a New God form for my funger OC or whatever. I tried to emulate the style a bit <3

[weeeting]

Internet was not interneting throughout the day so i did a little work i n progress sketch of a family portrait

Craving a good sesskag family with a child involved fic or a wholesome family kind of manhwa right now

[the-kr8tor]

Continuation of the oc face claims

Nellie the best girl (i had to include her)

For the intruders i kept them faceless to add to the cruelty of what they've done just like the faceless crowd

For my comic ocs that I've created almost 2 years ago with my bestie, @hiyuji

The art is by her very talented self 🫶🫶 (this girl is literally dozing off right next to me, wish her good night lmao)

First of all it's only appropriate that i show off the first one we made. Meet Felix the fastest mf out there

Talia our main protag

Nikolai the sweetest puppy you've ever met

Levi

And Cassio who gets all the bitches (me, im bitches)

Anais

Vesper

A bonus one with Talia and Cassio bc this one is my fave

All art is from @hiyuji characters are made by me and her, do not claim the art and the characters as your own

[blisteringstar]

Prompt #3 - Tempest

When Inwa was a kit, his enemy was naps. He would cry and scream and stubbornly sit in his comfortable bed with his older brother curled around him in solidarity. When he looks back on those stories, he could feel a pang of sympathy toward his foster fathers for handling his tantrums.

Now it was Inwa raising in the middle of the night, surrounding himself in aether and teleporting into the room of his young charge in the middle of the night. The ofuda he left on the little viera's crib did its deed of alerting him once the storm overhead finally broke and the terrible peals of lightning and thunder disrupted the baby's slumber. The quiet of the small home was cut with wails, the little one's legs kicking and arms flailing.

Reaching into the crib, Inwa gathered the little raven haired child into his arms, holding him close to his chest and rocking him. It was his hope to catch the baby before its father woke up and calm him before the peace could be disturbed. What he didn't count was how much louder sounds were to young viera ears.

"Oh I know, I know," He soothed, bouncing The Little One in his arms as he started to pace the small room. "The sound is scary, but I promise it's not as bad as it seems." Like clockwork, The Little One was grabbing at the first things it can hold and taking them along for his tirade. In this case, it was Inwa's hair once more, black and red locks of hair being yanked and tangled in little hands as the fussing persisted, causing the elder miqo'te gasp and protest.

The Little One was walked to his crib once more, reaching to sit him down and do the work of freeing his hair from the iron grip it was being held in. "No no no no-ouch- It's okay, It's okay. Aaah Kami, I hope your father isn't awake," Inwa muttered as he pulled long strands from the baby and tossed it over his shoulder. Next time, he will remember to tie his hair back.

Inwa leaned into the crib, soothing down soft raven curls on The Little One's head and down to his stomach to poke him with a smile. The comforting touch caught The Little One's attention to quiet the cries to look up at the Miqo'te in question- or wonder, Inwa wasn't sure which. With that opening, He started to speak to the baby in his native tongue In higher, sing-song tones, ending the phrase with a tickle to the baby's tummy that earned a blessed giggle. Whatever Inwa said was helping.

"Niko niko? What does that mean," an older, masculine voice questioned from the doorway.

It was Inwa's turn to jump, and look over his shoulder with his ears lowered. The Father of the little one emerged from his part of the house, leaned against the doorway with a grin on his face. Inwa in turn squinted. He had been caught at the part he wanted a witness the least.

The Little One giggled once more. Inwa's reaction to his father seemed to be just as funny.

"If I knew you were awake, I would have left this for you to handle," Inwa wrinkled his nose up, the tip of his tail flicking side to side in the darkness.

"And miss you embarrassing yourself to make a baby stop crying? Impossible." The Father laughed, shaking his head. He didn't particularly think the sight of someone playing with his son while having his hair aggressively pulled was far more endearing than the Miqo'te obviously realized.

"I'll help," The Father offered, pushing off the doorway to finally walk into the room.