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miss--river · 11 months

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💕 self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same 💕

thank you so much!❤️ sorry this took me so long to answer 😅

i'll start with jori since she's the first one i created! i know it may not seem like it lately but she's the main baby of the other 2 main babies i have! ive projected so much of myself and interests onto her that i became attached quickly lmao! she's also the one who i insert into every piece of media that im consuming and like enough. like, if im playing dead space i totally imagine her in the place of isaac. or if im playing a backrooms game she's the one running around and trying to escape from the monsters lmfao! her story has taken different shapes and changes since i actually brought her over from red dead online. her twin brother, mika, doesnt exist in red dead online and was solely create for cyberpunk purposes. i love the pic on the left because i just think she looks really badass lmao! and i like the one on the right because im not usually patient enough to set up sets and backgrounds but this time i stuck it out and i loved it! it's simple compared to what others can do but im still proud of it!

next is the love of her life, driss! back when i first started getting into modding my game i actually shipped her with river. i was trying to get a cute shot of her and river looking out at the sunset over the ocean, but sine i was so new to modding i didnt know bigger characters like river had a different locomotion type so i couldnt get any poses to work. as a test i replaced an NPC couple with jori and driss and that was when i fell into a hole lmfao! i thought they looked so much better together so i kept them going! their ship name is Broken and Beautiful because both of them have past traumas that still effect them but they found comfort and understanding in each other. i love how soft both of these pics are! especially the fire behind them in the one on the right!

lottie is my second of the main 3! she also started out as a red dead online OC! i usually try to make her come off as a flowery, cottage core, disney princess aesthetic type. she's the softest and shyest of my OCs but she can be fierce too! she smiles at strangers in the street and will lend a hand if they look like they need it but she does it with caution because... its night city lmao! i chose these pictures in particular because i just thought they were the coolest ones. i do have some pics that showcase her as soft and flowery but i just couldnt resist showing these ones instead! the one on the left was made to be a tarot card called The World. the pic on the right was me trying out a greaser AU on her! i really love how they both came out!

the last of the main 3 is phoenix! i made her fully expecting to just leave her to collect dust, just like certain other OCs, (and i feel so bad for them 😔) but i became attached to her very quickly too. i based a chunk of her personality off of vash the stampede from the 1998 anime trigun. after a short while of that i actually ended up shipping her with him lmfao! currently she doesnt have a backstory because nothing has really inspired me yet but at least i know some things about her current life! i think these pics are perfect for show casing her as she currently is. she lives in clutter but not, like, dirty clutter if that makes sense? she just likes having stuff and buying things that interest her. i mean doesnt everyone? haha! she doesnt really save her money for anything other than rent and bills, everything else is purely impulse. her favorite treat is donuts and when she's willing to share one with you thats how you know she likes you! her favorite thing is to make people smile!

onto stuff that i made for other people! i really loves these pics that i took of mishka and claire for @thelonestrider! mishka looks SO GOOD in purple! and claire is chef's kiss! i had a lot of fun taking pics of her! i got such freeing vibes from her so i had to have her enjoying the sun's rays!

i took these ones for @holofishes and i totally consider wren to be one of jori's besties! i think they'd have so much to talk about and i get such warm vibes when i see them together! jori is usually very sweet and kind but when it comes to her friends she'd kick anyone's ass 😉 the sunflowers and butterflies in the first pic took so long to place! but it was totally worth it! they're both rays of sunshine!

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businesscatfelix · 2 years

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first time drawing in a while.

mishka the seal. he/him

#he's a leopard seal but his snout is a bit short here #my art #oc: mishka #seal furry #furry art #furry fandom #doodle #sketch

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snaaildraws · 1 year

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the gangs all here !!!

#theyre so cute #oc: reuben #oc: enfys #oc: mishka #oc: davy #oc: check #d&tp #artists on tumblr #reuben looks different in every drawing im sorry i havent settled on a design for him yet

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recklessmoss · 1 year

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finished the new freaklet,,,,,

#;my art #;oc talk #;MISHKA #sniffling... crying.... 's another dragon....

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rustisntpunk · 3 months

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Some butch on butch activity and misc character sketches c:

#last image are the other two band mates ^_^#my art #oc #wlw #lesbian #butch #oc art #my ocs #butch4butch #kicks wu volkov #noah acker #mishka #abeo #Charles

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strivingscribe29 · 1 year

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dropoutfailure · 8 months

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my fav ship dynamic except it's just my OCs Mishka + his dad Gustav, because I was starved for content, so I made my own food. dadson + guilt + weird messed up trans guy content. 💘

I so badly wanted to keep it simple and do an actual "ship dynamics" simple sketch vague-ing about my characters, but um I guess I had it in me to do more today. how.

#dead dove #dead dove do not eat #shipcest #dadson #ocs #dadson ocs #cw inc*st #trans wrongs #guilt #weird messed up trans guys who feel some kind of way about their dad #that's my brand bc nobody else wants creepy tboy rep in this world smh #the thing with Mishka is he has more mommy issues than daddy issues. intense hatred for his abusive mom and adoration for his caring dad #anyway they can only get lonelier bc nobody can know #they'll be fine #my art #sketch

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stargazer-sims · 2 months

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OC Questions Tag

Oh, this is a good one! Thanks for the tag @honeybeenrw !

I'm going to do Nikolai (green) and Mishka (blue), since they had a little photo shoot together this weekend and are feeling more inseparable than usual. 😉

Mishka & Nikolai

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NAME: Mikhail Petrovich Vasiliev

NICKNAME: Mishka (only for family and close friends)

GENDER: male

STAR SIGN: Aquarius (10 February)

HEIGHT: 196cm

ORIENTATION: bisexual

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Russian / white

FAVOURITE FRUIT: apple

FAVOURITE SEASON: summer

FAVOURITE FLOWER: white clover, roses

FAVOURITE SCENT: freshly-cut grass

COFFEE, TEA, or HOT CHOCOLATE: coffee is his hot drink of choice, but he likes both tea and hot chocolate as well.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 8 hours is his average, but don’t underestimate Mishka’s ability to sleep. Left unsupervised or without setting an alarm, he can sleep for 10-11 hours.

DOGS or CATS: If he had to choose between only those two, it’d be cats. But Mishka is an animal lover and has an affinity for most creatures.

DREAM TRIP: He’d want to go to Chestnut Ridge because he’s fascinated by the desert and he loves to ride.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: Usually just one. He doesn’t tend to get cold easily.

RANDOM FACT: He has a terrible sense of direction and has extreme anxiety about getting lost anywhere. This is the reason he doesn’t like going to new places by himself. His anxiety about his poor sense of direction makes his ability to navigate even worse, and he’s occasionally been known to full-on panic and even cry during a panic attack when he gets mixed up and finds himself somewhere he didn’t intend to be or can’t find his way back. A situation like this is actually how he and Nikolai met.

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NAME: Nikolai Mikhailovich Pavlenko

NICKNAME: Kolya (only for family and close friends); Nik (only for close English-speaking friends)

GENDER: male

STAR SIGN: Sagittarius (18 December)

HEIGHT: 173cm

ORIENTATION: bisexual

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: first-generation Canadian (his parents are Russian-Canadians) / white

FAVOURITE FRUIT: blueberries

FAVOURITE SEASON: autumn and winter

FAVOURITE FLOWER: chrysanthemums

FAVOURITE SCENT: peppermint

COFFEE, TEA, or HOT CHOCOLATE: His preference is coffee, but he also likes tea. He’s not a fan of chocolate in general.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: He usually gets between 6.5 and 7 hours of sleep a night

DOGS or CATS: He likes most animals but definitely considers himself a cat person.

DREAM TRIP: Nikolai doesn’t like to travel. If he can’t get there by car or bicycle in less than two hours, he’d rather not go. His “dream trip” is just getting far enough away to say he’s out of town, and going camping with Mishka.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: Usually only one. Mishka is very cuddly in bed and keeps him sufficiently warm. He might use a second blanket if he were sleeping alone.

RANDOM FACT: He’s gifted when it comes to languages. He’s fluent in three languages; Russian, English and French. He also has functional Korean, which he learned from his student Eden’s family, and basic Japanese, which he learned while living in Japan with Eden for nearly a year.

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I’ll tag @changingplumbob @ljfoxie @igotsnothing @akitasimblr @holocene-sims @dandylion240 @papermint-airplane and @honeyjars-sims

Feel free to ignore if you’ve already done it or don’t want to. (Also, I don’t mind being tagged more than once 😆)

#sapphire answers #oc asks #Mishka Vasiliev #nikolai pavlenko #stargazersims

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one-bunny-a-day · 1 year

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07/01/2023

#daily bunny #007 #oc bunny #my oc #finally drawing my son mishka c:#normally he's a goat so I kept the eyes #second ver on main bc I really like this one sgfdh

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thelonestrider · 2 months

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Offers Mishka in these trying times. 🫶 mod by Wash

#cyberpunk 2077 #oc: mishka #They/Them V

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cmkren · 6 months

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The Arishok and His Hero.

;Da2 Arishok x Fem!HoF

The Arishok and the HoF once had an intimate but complicated relationship from when he was a Sten. Tensions are rising in Kirkwall, and his mind subconsciously drifts to a simpler time. A time with her.

Unfortunately for him, there’s one thing he’s forgotten.

a/n: erm, whats up !! I remember struggling writing this because I always though the arishok had like … long hair. so when i figured out he didn’t i just made it a plot point to make things sadder. I am genuinely so sad we don’t get to romance sten in dao argh

also erm sorry got my lore wrong LMAO pretend this is an au where dao sten gets the arishok role immediately after returning

“Well looky you. You aged like fine wine, huh, Sten? Or— I suppose it’s the Arishok now.”

She snarked, a grin on her face but it seemed there was something else behind it. Something deeper, more complex than just two companions reuniting after a long time. That’s all they were, and had been to the outside world. Companions. They didn’t notice the looks, the gentle touches, the desire when one passed the other. Back in the day, that was. Now look at them. Having withered slightly with age.

Mishka had streaks of gray in her hair, though still looking relatively young. Not to mention the barrage of scars on her body— more than when the Arishok knew her. When he had still just been Sten. He changed the most between the two, after all. He was now the leader of the Qunari militia. His hair double the length it was back then, some graying too of course. Wrinkles finally showing up more, more apparent. Long, beautiful horns that Sten lacked back then. Horns she wanted to grab.

“The Hero of Ferelden came to visit. How delightful.” He spoke dryly, making the elf snort and cross her arms. She looked more Dalish now, and he wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Perhaps just a little amused, considering how she used to curse the Dalish as if they were Darkspawn themselves. Perhaps she made some amends with her past and moved on. That would be a first for Mishka. If she had many of those left. The Arishok certainly never expected to see her again, after their departure from one another. Especially after the final fight. Yet here she was.

He sat atop his throne, in the Qunari compound that they had to make due to the misfortune of being stuck in Kirkwall of all cities. Due to his mistake. The stress and tension that’d been building over the last few years, it felt like a pot was going to soon boil over. Being far from Val Pollen didn’t help either— because that meant no Tamassarans. So maybe… that’s why he didn’t call for the Stens around him to apprehend her as she sauntered towards the throne.

His stony stare digging holes into her, watching the familiar movement coming from a woman he used to hold quite close to his chest. Literally and figuratively. The Sten didn’t turn their heads. Maybe it was because he didn’t say anything, or it could have been another reason. He didn’t care. His eyes were only on her. The damned arrogant elf.

The Hero of Ferelden. Small enough for him to tower over, but not fragile that she’d shatter as soon as he put his hand on her waist and squeezed. Definitely not fragile, as she’s shown him dozens of times. That was just when she was starting to hone her skills too, he could only imagine what a decade of hard work and training could do for her. She who sat so languidly in his lap, calloused hand reaching up to caress his face. It made him jolt. That wasn’t the surprising bit. The surprising bit was the way he then keened, and leaned into her touch.

He took in her features. The gnarly burn mark that forever scarred the left side of her face, and travelling to her shoulder. A mark he took upon himself those years ago to heal until she no longer flinched and hissed when he traced his finger over the coarse skin.

Lips that whispered the filthiest things to him. That would spread into a grin when she finally started figuring out how to read him. How to tell what would rile him up and what would absolutely piss him off.

Her hand travelled higher until it tangled itself in his hair, her other hand on his chest. Eyes flitted half closed, looking up at him through long lashes. He who only leaned further down, hardly letting her be the one chasing after him. Instead, he was the one chasing after her. Her touch. Her words.

Her lips parted, putting on display the sharp points she called her teeth. Whenever she raked those across his skin, it felt like a dagger gliding along his body. Little daggers she had in her mouth. “You, Sten,” she breathed out, breath hot against own mouth. His lips parted just the slightest, as if he expected something. Anything.

“Are a useless fucking tool.”

Then there it was. Her hands fell limp. Her head knocked against his own, and the lively body that once sat perched on his lap became limp like a rag doll. The stench of death and charred flesh, the stench of something earthy and dank, the smell of Darkspawn blood.

The top of Fort Drakon. The Archdemon’s corpse on the ground. Next to it, the Hero of Ferelden. She was Grey Warden, to die killing the Archdemon was her purpose. He knew better than anyone— anyone that to stop her from fulfilling that purpose would have made him a hypocrite. So who was he, the man who followed the Qun to the T, who was he to deny her that privilege of purpose he devoted and spoke of? That’s why, while everyone rushed to her side to help fight the Archdemon, he stayed away. He wasn’t there when she drew her last breath. When she fulfilled her purpose.

What of his purpose?

As he stared at the Asala she returned to him. The weapon he killed for when he found out it was missing. For the first time in a while, after that fight. Her death. He questioned it. He questioned it all. The Qun. His life. His faiths. His purpose.

Suddenly, she appeared before him. The Archdemon looming from behind, its breath puffing out smoke with every breath it took. The sky a bewitching and venomous purple, Mishka’s lifeless eyes stared into his. “Tal-Vashoth. Your faith wavered. Your people should have thrown you out,” a storm brew above, “just like you did to me.”

A flash and a bang.

Then nothing.

When vision came to him once again, he was staring up at his tent. Surrounded by handmade, quality cushions all for the Arishok. His bed roll a mess, no doubt from him tossing and turning. His body slightly damp from sweat, as he pushed himself up and off the ground. Locks of hair falling in front of him, as he breathed in and out.

She was dead. She has been for ten years. That had been a figment of his imagination. Unbeknownst to him, it was the guilt that had been building up for a decade. Guess it finally spilled over during this time of high stress. He kneeled, quickly dressing himself and making himself look presentable. Anything to take his mind off of… that.

“Arishok. The diplomat from the Viscount has finally arrived.” Spoke a Sten outside his tent. The Arishok only grunted, right. He had visitors today. More to add to his migraine, he supposed. He slinked out of his tent, eyes squinting just the slightest as the sunlight hit his vision. His head throbbed. He could feel it, still feel her touch. The way she pulled on his hair, so close to the protruding horns adorned with gold bands.

“You know, you’d look absolutely dashing with long hair. I’ve always loved that look on men. Especially you.”

Spoken to him, by her during a drunken night. Oghren convinced her to drink with him, and that made her ten times the more honest than she usually was. Which was honestly a feat. There was certainly more to that memory, but he’d rather leave it untouched. The Arishok looked back to his tent. He supposed a change in his appearance wasn’t criminal.

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“What should I say, hm? Fenris, you know a bit of Qun right? C’mon, give me some phrases!”

“I’m afraid learning them right here right now when we’ve already entered the compound would be a bit of poor taste, Hawke. Should have asked me before we came.”

“D’awh, s’okay Hawke! Sure elfy there will gladly aid you in translating some of our delightful conversation topics of the day.”

“Careful— The elf might just end up with us gutted. You know how he is.”

Four pairs of eyes landed on him when he finally walked out. A blonde mage, a white haired elf, a dwarf with a cross bow, and a human. A human with..

“Speak. Now.” His voice came out as a rumble, perhaps with a little more animosity than needed. Yet he could not help it. He sliced off his hair moments before coming out so he wouldn’t have to have a constant reminder of that woman— and here another one was. With similar hair colour and skin, not to mention facial markings as well. And an arrogant little smirk on her face.

Even in death she found ways to piss him off.

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