#unnamed ocs

[sleepycoffeecups]

Sketch

He’s a cutie, guys.

He’s also incredibly traumatized.

#my art #ocs #unnamed ocs #Idk guys #Im so tired

[mappaccino]

Sorry I haven't been posting lately!! I've been sketching but forget to share stuff on a whim~ I'm not always logged in here :3

Have a couple of action-y sketches! 🔥

#furry #furry art #furry artist #anthro #digital art #sketches #original character #OC Art #Unnamed OCs #Angela #lynx #squirrel #Artyccino

[transingthoseformers]

Imagining a sunderlord family that is:

Sunder

Overlord

Child who looks scary but is surprisingly wholesome

Child who looks wholesome but is unsurprisingly scary

Trepan, who got sucked into this mess

Froid, who loves being considered part of the family a bit too much

#maccadam #transformers #unnamed ocs #mtmte sunder #mtmte froid #mtmte trepan #mtmte overlord #sunderlord #whether froidpan happens or no is up to you #trepan lives because i cannot resist him being overlord's carry on #froid is still sunder's murder enabling therapist with a shady past himself

[mikaila-orchard]

Behold! The worst thing I've ever drawn!

#my art #unnamed ocs #vampires #foul jokes #that time of the month is a vampire's favorite time

[jack-daww]

Angst prompt:

Character A is queer and has a run-in with a bigot/homophobe one afternoon. They try to pretend it doesn't bother them, but they come home clearly feeling devastated

So, CW: transphobia, homophobia, slurs

He smiles when he hears the door open. His little sister was out shopping with a friend for their birthday. They have been excited for it all week. He takes the pan off the stove and grabs a towel to clean his hands with.

"Hey, sibs! How was it?"

He frowns when his sister doesn't answer, the smile falling off of his face as he turns around to face them. They're not looking at him, hair pulled out of their braid to instead fall into their face. Their hands are gripping onto their new skirt tightly, knuckles turning white. He takes a step closer, his voice softening.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

His sister shakes their head, still refusing to look at him. Their voice is quiet when they speak.

"I'm gonna go get changed."

He can do nothing but watch as his sister runs off, locking the bathroom door behind themself. He stays still for a little while, before pulling out his phone and putting on a different playlist. His sister and him have very similar music tastes, but the playlist he was listening to while cooking doesn't feel appropriate when his sister is so clearly distressed. The one he puts on now is one his sister made some time ago. One of their favourites.

He hums along under his breath, but otherwise stays quiet as he finishes cooking and sets the table. After that, there is nothing to do but wait.

It takes almost half an hour for his sister to come back to the living room. They're wearing loose pants now, and an oversized hoodie. The makeup they spend all morning on is gone, their skin red from how roughly they must have rubbed at it. Their eyes are red, too. The only thing left over from their earlier look is some glitter caught in their beard.

He sits up immediately when his sister approaches him. They sit down on the couch next to him, shoulders hunched. He wants to hug them.

"Is it okay if I touch you?"

They shrug, then hesitate. He waits for his sister to give a tiny nod before he wraps an arm around their shoulders, pulling them against his side. They give a shuddering breath.

"Did I look stupid?"

He frowns. They were so excited that morning, showing off their outfit to him. He told them it looks good. It did look good.

"No, you looked amazing. Why do you ask now?"

They shake their head, but don't pull away from him. In fact, they seem to make themself even smaller against his side.

"Doesn't matter. It's stupid."

"Hey, no. Don't say that."

He rubs his hand over their arm. He's tempted to ask them to look at him, but he doesn't want to take away whatever safety he can give his sister by letting them lean against him. They scoff and he squeezes their shoulders.

"I meant what I said this morning. You looked amazing. Do you want to tell me what happened?"

They don't answer for a while and he waits. Really, he's half expecting for them to not answer at all by the time they speak up.

"Just some guy on the bus. He, uh, he said my skirt was too short. He called me a fag."

He pulls his sister even tighter against his side. Their skirt reached to their knees, there is no way that qualifies as too short. He wants to punch whoever made his sister this upset. Whoever thinks it's okay to say this stuff to people. His sister presses their face against his shoulder and he hums softly, pulling them closer without allowing his grip to tighten because of his anger. Warm tears seep into his shirt as his sister quietly cries against his shoulder, their voice strangled as they continue speaking.

"Why today of all days? I was having a good week. Today was amazing and now it isn't. I shouldn't even let him get to me like this, but I feel so dirty."

He doesn't know what to do, doesn't know what to say. He has never been in that situation before, he doesn't know what would help his sister right now. So for now he just holds them and lets them cry against his shoulder. Eventually, the crying stops and his sister falls silent. Even their breathing is quiet in a way he knows is deliberate. He taps their shoulder twice to get their attention.

"How about I make you a hot chocolate, and then you can tell me what your friends and you did over dinner, okay? You don't have to eat right now, but sit with me?"

They nod, but don't let go quite yet. It takes a few minutes before they pull back enough to let him stand up and by the time he returns from the kitchen with the hot chocolate, his sister is still sitting on the couch, looking at him with clouded eyes. He smiles softly and places the mug at her place on the table.

He left the food simmer on the stove to keep it warm until his sister is ready to eat, so he doesn't have to heat it back up before he moves the pots to the table. His sister slowly gets up when he returns to the table and sits at their place. Their hands wrap around the mug of hot chocolate.

At first, everything is silent, the only noise the soft music still playing in the background. Then, when he has finished filling his plate, when his sister has started sipping at their hot chocolate, they start talking. They talk about their friends, and trying on clothes, and getting ice cream. And slowly, they start smiling again.

#answered asks #my writing #sorry it took me so long to answer #(i currently have writer's block so I'm doing small prompts again) #unnamed ocs

[redwaterburnss]

strapstars. completed 08/01/2023

#art #digital art #digital painting #digital collage #OC art #mlm art #t4t art #queer4queer #t4t nsft #unnamed ocs #masked punk strapped cowboy x ftm stoner cocksucker... #nsft art

[rumbleball]

misc unnamed ocs. she/her for both

#pix #ocs #unnamed ocs #theyll have names soon enough. I gotta think n shit

[dogdayisgoodboy101]

omg I was looking at old pictures in my photos and found old ocs!

Ye there seems that I just drew these and never named them- (-Calico)

The one with the L o a f/"Oh really" OC is my art but the rest are bases!

#Unnamed ocs #Smiling critters #Ocs #Poppy playtime #Art #Sucky hands

[holosynth]

and what if they were gfs

#unnamed ocs #digital art

[bunglescraps]

#digital art #digital drawing #doodles #my ocs #unnamed ocs

[melon-hell]

Highter sketches of some old unnamed ocs !

#sketches #sketchbook art #my ocs <3 #unnamed ocs #art #traditional art

[mappaccino]

Trying to design a cat cat kitty cat, but I dunno what approach to take. 🎀

#furry artist #furry art #furry #anthro #digital art #cat #cat girl #OC Art #Unnamed OCs #Artyccino

[transingthoseformers]

Starscream is doing his best to further the cause of Milfatron, but so far, none of the sparklings have come out looking like a proper Vosian Seeker. So he tells Megatron—who's resting on the berth while trying to read a datapad and nurse their latest simultaneously—that they're just going to have to try again until they get a sparkling he can be proud of. Megatron gives him a very unamused glare.

(It was a very bad joke. Starscream loves all his sparklings equally.)

Sdffss yes

I imagined Megatron having glasses and reading while he said this

#maccadam #transformers #Megatron #Starscream #megastar #unnamed ocs

[screwzara]

Eldraeyo Graveyard Creatures

Concept Batch 1

Have some concept art for a few creatures I might add to Lin's side of the story 🤭

(also my first attempt at actual art with the stylus rather than plain testing)

#art #digital art #oc #ocs #my ocs #unnamed ocs #reeeee

[jack-daww]

Person A appears on Person B's doorstep, dazed and injured and limping on a broken leg. They're barely lucid, and Person B must figure out how to take care of them

Thank you!

CW: blood, injury

They don't recognize the area is in, don't recognize the house they're standing in front of. Their eyesight is swimming, the world spinning around them. There is a number next to the door, but they can't make it out. They try to ring the bell, but their one free hand misses it, so they settle for hitting the door instead. It hurts, and it's way more silent than they want it to be. Everything hurts.

Still, the door opens and there are black spots in their vision, only spreading when they take a step forward. They couldn't say how the person in the door looks, but they do know that they're safe now. They try their best to smile.

"Help."

---

It doesn't know what it expected when it hears a dull thud at its door in the middle of the night, but it does know that it didn't expect the one hero who hasn't tried to arrest it to stand there, smiling at it with blood behind their teeth and staining their clothes, welling up between the fingers they're clutching their side with.

They step forward and it can barely make out the single word they say before collapsing, leaving it to catch them or let them hit the floor. It looks outside, just to make sure nobody else is awake at this hour, before pulling them inside. It kicks the door shut and winces at the groan they let out when their injury is aggrivated at its movement.

It half drags, half carries them to its kitchen, heaving them onto the glass table there. That's the cleanest surface it has in its house. There is blood smeared in the floor and it ignores that there must be blood on its door too. It can take care of that later, when there is no hero bleeding out on its kitchen table.

They're pale, sweat and dirt on their whole body and clumping their hair together. Here, with better light, it can see the damage. They look like they were stabbed, clean through the side. It doesn't know of anything vital was hit.

It doesn't know how to tell how bad a wound is, it doesn't know how to deal with this. It really should call an ambulance. But, there is only one organization that would have them showing up injured at its doorstep like this. And if the heroes betrayed them, it doesn't want them to be found again. It looks like they barely got away with their life in the first place.

It stumbles slightly when it moves to the living room and picks up a pot with a small lemon tree. It will miss this tree, but their survival is more important. It places the tree down next to the table, washes its hands, then takes a pair of large siccors. It slowly cuts away the clothes from around the wound and gags at the sight of it, at the feeling of blood on their hands. But it can't wear gloves for this.

It places one hand on the wound, wincing when they wimper in pain, and the other on the stem of the tree. Then they pull. The leaves on the tree immediately start to wilt, falling to the ground and splintering apart with how dry they are when they hit. It can feel the life energy from the tree coursing through its veins. It feels powerful, like it could pick up a car without problem.

Instead, it starts pushing the energy outwards, towards the hero laying on the table. The wound starts closing, and by the time it's done, there is only a cut left. A deep cut, yes, but nothing that should be fatal.

It feels shaky. It could probably heal them some more, but it's afraid of pushing too much, of giving them some of its own energy and passing out as well. That wouldn't do either of them any good.

Its hands are still shaking when it does its best to clean the area around the wound and bandage the hero. The nausea is still pooling in its stomach. It could never handle seeing wounds well.

The lemon tree stand wilted and dead next to the kitchen table, but it doesn't pay any attention to that. Instead, it cleans its hand and arms in the bathroom. It scrubs until its skin is pink and it no longer feel blood sticking to it. Its no longer shaking when it moves upstairs, gets the blanket from its bed and a second, old blanket it wanted to get rid of anyway, from the closer. Instead, a heavy fog has settled over its brain.

It covers the hero on its kitchen table with the old blanket and then curls up on the couch, watching them. The life in the plants around it makes it want to scream, and they obvious blood on the kitchen table and floor still makes it sick to the stomach, but it can't bring itself to move.

It just watches them breathe and hopes the wake up soon. They should know what to do, right? It pulls its knees to its chest and places its head on top of them. Curled up like that, it waits.

#unnamed ocs #answered asks #my writing #angst #cw blood #injury

[corals-corner]

I drew Lancer with my ocs bc why not

I don’t remember if I posted about the ones on the right but they’re new kinda, the royal tailor and the captain of the royal knights. Neither have names but they exists lol

#deltarune #lancer deltarune #deltarune oc #ocs #my ocs #roulette deltarune #raymond deltarun #unnamed ocs #colored pencils are ful lol #traditional art