#heide (oc)

[donnyanne]

part 1 of a handful of gt stuff from inktober!!! oh man i’m so late posting stuff... 

#did a good chunk of gt stuff this year tho :D #part two in a minute >:3c #my art #OCs #julien #heide #ernest #slate #lucy #zark #carin #g/t art #giant/tiny #g/t

[alopex26]

OC-tober - Day 4: Re-design

Heide is a young huldra who lives in a cozy cottage in a pretty meadow, her favorite pastime is hanging out in the forest and getting dirty

#art #my art #illustration #artists on tumblr #oc-tober #bweirdoctober #huldra #skogsrå #mythical creature #oc #original character #My oc #My original character #Heide #folklore

[buppypuppy]

Finished up a little thing today. Developing some of the other houses in Oldwood, finally. The rest is beneath the cut if you'd like to give it a read.

For what they lack in a sense of style, much to the chagrin of certain serpents, they more than make up for in efficiency, strength, and notably intimidation. The hulking form of the arbiter of the house leading you along is certainly doing work to maintain that reputation. 

Her massive spiraling horns are assuredly not just for show. It's doubtless that the various nicks and chips in them are from various duels, all of them won with sheer strength. No medals or trophies are needed to show her valor, as they are all carried with her, displayed proudly on a rack. 

The scabbards for her immense cleavers clank together as she walks, her hooves clicking against the floor in time. An odd manner of cognitive dissonance is invoked with how notorious the House of the Iron Grate is for having a heavily-armored militia, in contrast with just how little armor the Arbiter of the House wears. The studded gloves and knee-length trousers with nothing else are an interesting choice, but she's quite famed to be indestructible, so truly things seem to be working well for her.

She turns her head to you as you walk with her, the thick wool obscuring her eyes, but her piercing gaze still chilling your blood even further.

"You must be sure you are strong. This house meets force with force. This means you must be forceful."

It is unclear if she intended to insult you, but nonetheless, her words ring in your mind. You must be forceful. To be forceful is an endeavor many strive for, but never truly manage to grasp. They have misguided notions of what force is, what it truly means, but they never can bear to strike their hammer down on the anvil of fate. 

The people who are after you would not know how to be forceful. Your decision to align yourself with one of the Houses was one that took much time to mull over, but ultimately, the decision was fated to be. The House of the Iron Grate was the only House who would have you.

The Surgeon's sickening experiments were not something you wanted to be near. The insidious control of the Punisher of Love was too... Cowardly, for your taste. The Five Deaths are far too untrustworthy. The Tragic Poet's estate kept you away from it, the rumors surrounding its fluid nature disconcerting to say the least. And the Colored Capitols... You've heard the stories about the people who entered that accursed painting to never be seen again.

So, you took your fate with force. You will know what it means to be forceful.

The ram stops before the heavy iron door, placing her hooved hand upon it as she addresses you.

"You will not speak. Be silent. I speak with the grate first, as Arbiter of this house. The sentinels will supervise your induction, as well as I. The grate will speak to you. You will not respond to it. If you do, your induction will be voided. You do not want to discover the results of a voided induction."

You silently nod. You dare not even respond to that. You need this opportunity, you need the protection that a House membership grants, the skill that you will learn. You need a cause. 

Watching you give the affirmative, the ram opens the door, leading you into the chamber of the Iron Grate.

You enter a small, low-roofed stone room. In the center of the floor, there is an iron grate above a hole in the ground. There are ladder rungs affixed into the side of the hole, descending down into it. The grate is intricate, the iron bars of it flowing around the circular frame. 

In each corner of the room stands an armored figure, all carrying different weapons, with different suits of armor. One of them is immense, broad, standing with an enormous sword and shield. Another's is different, leather accents, but still equally armored, with a mammoth warhammer. The third, lighter, with more flexibility, a halberd taller than them in hand. The last, in robes, with plates affixed in various places. A sleek Iron staff sits in their grasp. 

All of their visored gazes affix on you. You cannot see any of their eyes, but their gazes pierce you, boring into your soul with the same depth of the very hole before you. The chill that permeates your body is unlike any you've ever felt before. 

The heavy door slams shut behind you. You know, logically, that it's still unlocked. If you had to, you could leave at any time. But you can't escape the feeling of being locked in. It pervades you, suffocates you, you're trapped in here with these armored sentinels, with the arbiter of this House, and with the founder of the House itself. And it's all on you for locking yourself in here with it.

You watch as the ram steps forward, standing atop the grate. She speaks aloud, her typically soft voice being amplified by the acoustics of this room, causing it to resound throughout your entire body.

"I bring, to you, a supplicant. Someone who wishes to know the force that exact. Someone who desires the strength we can give. Someone who will kneel to you, and will not disobey you, for this supplicant knows that all who are forced to descend will never return. To dare devote to you, requires a will of iron."

She steps forward, turning herself around to look at you, gesturing to the grate.

"Approach, iron-willed, to receive the blessing of the Iron Grate, to let your soul be washed in its cold breath, and to feel the bars of it and vow to never see what lies beneath."

You step forward, doing as you are told. You stand atop the Iron Grate, feeling the frigid draft of air rising out of it wash over your body. It is cold like you have never felt, burrowing underneath your skin, seeping into your bones, digging its claws into the center of your being.

The ram reaches forward, placing her hand atop your head. She presses it down, angling your gaze to be staring into the deep, unceasing abyss beneath the Iron Grate. You feel your stomach drop, the depth of it being utterly incalculable. You had heard the hushed tales of how traitors to the house had been hunted down ruthlessly, and dragged right back here, and forced to descend down the ladder, never to be seen by another soul. 

"Cast every doubt you have down. Slip it through the gaps in the bars, let it fall, endlessly, down into the abyss beneath the Grate. Your doubt will never be seen again. What will remain is strength. Force. Do it."

You steel yourself. You tense your muscles, thinking of every doubt, every regret, every fear, every reason you came to this house in the first place, letting them build, coalesce, fill up inside you. Then, you release, the tension in your body draining. You fall to your knees, palms against the bars of the Grate, gripping onto them. The abyss below you is ever closer, now, almost trying to pull you through the bars, pull you down below.

But all that remains is strength. You have done what you have been told. As you gaze down into the abyss, you finally hear it. The Grate. It speaks to you.

But you do not hear it. You can tell it has spoken, you heard it speak, but it only existed in your mind, fleetingly. It is gone. It spoke the words to you, but its voice is not present, you cannot even  begin to think of what it sounded like. All you remember is what it said.

"Drink of Iron, and it shall be you."

You turn your gaze up. The ram holds a small vial in her hands, the cork removed. The vial is full of a writhing, silvery liquid, squirming as if it were alive. She lowers herself to one knee, grabbing your face with her other hand. Her thumb slips into your mouth, pulling it open as she raises the vial to your lips.

You cannot stop her. You shan't, it is what the Iron Grate ordered of you, but you simply sit there, clinging to the bars of the grate as the liquid is poured into your mouth, the woman holding your jaw agape to be sure you imbibe every last drop.

The liquid tastes cold. Any actual taste it has is obscured by unceasing chill as it slithers its way down your throat, settling in the pit of your stomach, filling your body with a frigid shudder, before it vanishes, and you are left with the now tame chill of the Grate beneath you.

The ram rises, pulling her thumb out of your mouth as she offers that hand to you, helping you to your feet. Your knees wobble and bow, your constitution not having returned to you fully, but the ram has an air of appreciation to her now. It almost seems like she's proud of you.

"You are one of us. You are iron." She takes your hand in both of hers, giving a sharp nod. 

"I am Heide. May you never know what lies beneath the Grate."

#God Damn The Sun #oldwood #the house of the iron grate (oldwood) #the iron grate (oldwood) #heide (oc) #my writing

[some-fool-fp]

More OC spotlight time: Heide!

Her head is paper! She’s someone who’d rather stay at home and do nothing all day but she keeps finding herself getting swept into strange situations. Her head is quite versatile, seemingly having all sorts of properties at a whim. She can also stretch it out to make it bigger for a bit. It’s very mysterious but perhaps the biggest question is how does she eat.

#oc #paper #my art #flat #Heide #art

[skelkankaos]

unfortunate: this guy just turned down the kylie minogue mix so he could tell you about his car

#my art #my ocs #dozen van der heide #*Dozen Voice* I like three things: my club. my car. and my husband. in that order

[hollyoakhill]

Some iPad sketches I completely forgot about until I opened the file by accident just now

#original art #sketch #oc's #Jean van der Heide #Pluto

[cwarscars]

heid / age 24

(( did i tell u guys i'd actually made some significant progress on my rpgmaker game about heid's past crew / him as a young man? this is like a TINY graphic used in game but I actually really like how it looks. owo more in taggos i miss u guys ))

#(ooc) #(youngverse) #(muse) #ive made a tileset - all character sprites #and ive actually reshaped it to be a unique story in a unique world #because i figured fuck it #i turned heid into an oc and have totally scrapped all traces of the ffvii universe #ive done SO much work on it #im sorry ive been so absent here im still adjusting to wor #have had some mental troubles so am going back on meds #and just yeah - times have been a little all over the place #i hope to be back around again in like a good few months im not sure when #maybe december time? #i love you all and miss you all

[sharpace]

WOW! SURE GLAD EVERYTHING WAS COMPLETELY UNDER CONTROL!!

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#my ocs #mad logic #nate heide #al Russell #Jack L #im so honored the people voted that they wanted to see more of them ;v; #going to be brave this year and give them more time outside my head #walkies

[starrymochas]

One thing you probably don’t know is that I’m really interested in Flug Der Dämonen! This character is tied into my Thorpe Park universe. She survived a huge swarm attack. Swarm alien types explained here.

#heide park oc #character: flug der Dämonen #non atr related #spookz’s artwork #guardian galaxy

[minihotdog]

The Lass Next Door

Pairing: John "Soap" Mactavish x OC Isla

OC Appearance: Isla (aye-lah) is a Latina with curly brown hair.

a/n: Proofread like shit. I always imagined Soap having a wonderful mom <3

Word Count: 800

***

“Oh ma dear Johnny, ye’ll loe her!” John’s mom gleams into the phone. She stands next to the phone with a hand on her hip over her red flowery apron. A massive cheetah print clip pulls back her black curly hair.

“Aye, maw?” He smiles, happy to hear his mother’s warm and loving voice for the first time in months.

“She jist moved intae the toon and she’s a pure gem. I invited her fur yer dinner.”

“I cannae wait tae meet her, maw.” 

She pulls away to yet at the two fighting kids running through the kitchen.

“Youse bairns are ower auld tae be carryin’ oan like the mad beasts! Tak’ a seat!” She huffs before putting the phone back to her ear.

“Yer wee nephews are drivin’ me aff ma heid.”

He chuckles, his oldest sister’s kids were the sweetest kids he’s ever met but when their mom isn’t around they could terrorize a village.

“So, whin will ye hae some weans o’ yer ain?” She probes.

“A’ll be there braw soon tae gie them a guid skelpin.” He says, ignoring the question she’s been asking for years. 

***

“Oh, love, ah’m that excited fur ye tae meet ma ain, Johnny. It’s not often that he’s home.” She motions for you to sit at the table while she finishes up the cooking.

“Why’s that?” You question. With the way Ms. Mactavish speaks of her son, you’d imagine they’d hate being apart.

“He’s SAS, ye ken? He’s a pure success, Ah’m sae proud o’ ma boy.” She smiles really big. You can’t help but smile with her. The way she talks about him is so heartwarming.

Suddenly a loud thud erupts from the backyard. Ms. Mactavish goes running outside.

“Aye! Didnae I tell ye wee yins tae calm doon wi’ yer games?!”

Just then the front door swings open.

“Maw, I’m home!”

“Oh, Johnny!” She cries out, rushing inside. They embrace each other, he bends down to rest his head on her shoulder.

“Oh, how I missed ye!” She grabs his stubble-covered cheeks, giving them a pinch as he protests.

“Come oan, come an meet oor new neighbour, Isla.”

You stand to shake his hand with a friendly smile. Once he comes into the kitchen you’re a wave of shock washes over you.

This is the darling baby boy she’s been talking about?!

He’s massive. He towering over you, his ice-cold eyes match every member of his family present along with his black hair that was shaved at the sides into a mohawk. His shoulders are wide, his arms are muscular and covered in dark hair. Your eyes drop to his boyish grin and just below his lips a scar running along his chin. He’s all man, rugged as can be. His black shirt is a little too tight around his biceps and his jeans stretch over his thick thighs.

Oh dear god.

His massive hand takes your small one in a gentle shake. The callouses on his palm leave your skin buzzing and wanting more.

***Johnny’s POV***

I walk past the old door spotting the dents I’d made in it with a BB gun when I was about 12 years old. A smile glues itself to my face once the familiar scent hits my nose. It smells like home.

“Maw, I’m home!”

She comes running around the corner.

“Oh, Johnny!” She wraps me in her arms.

“Maw,” I mutter.

“Oh, how I missed ye!” Tears brim in her eyes. I try to shake her hands off when she pinches my cheeks like I’m still her wee boy.

“Come oan, come an’ meet our new neighbour, Isla.” She grabs me by the arm, dragging me to the kitchen. Upon turning the corner I see a lass-

Steamin’ Jesus-

Her long brown curly hair falls down her shoulders and back. A perfect background to contrast her figure, slim hourglass falling into her wide hips and a behind I couldn’t wait to peek at when she wouldn’t notice.

She’s wearing these big geeky glasses and behind them, I almost melt at the sight, two warm brown eyes. Her plump lips, little round chin, bone structure of a goddess with just enough roundness to her cheeks to keep her as cute as a doll, and her sunkissed skin unlike anyone I’ve seen in this town. Her t-shirt sticks to her figure and her jeans look like they’d only come off if they were cut.

I try to keep my eyes from wondering too much.

Oh fuck. This lassie is gonna pure make me keel ower.

“Eh! Isla?” I take her hand in mine, dwelling on how soft it feels and fits so perfectly in mine.

“Nice to meet you.”

Her voice, tha’ perfect smile… I may as well ask fur forgiveness now, maw, ‘cause I’m gonna start wheezin’ like a dog.

“Can I call you Johnny?” She asks me so politely.

Fuck’s sake, call me a bastard if ye like.

“Aye, bonnie, that’ll dae fur me.”

“Bonnie…?” She gets cut off by my rambunctious nephews running inside.

“Uncle Johnny!” They yell in unison and jump on me.

“Hey! I was talkin’ tae ma new pal ye scunners!” I laugh at the two, lifting both of them in separate arms.

“Hand on noo. Gie yersels intae yer seats, it’s time tae eat!”

#soap mactavish #soap cod #soap mw2 #john soap mactavish #john mactavish fic #john mactavish x reader #john mactavish imagine #john mactavish x oc #john soap mactavish x oc #soap x oc #soap x reader #myfic #cod fic

[alj4890]

Hi There! Silly question. If your characters were to receive this mug from an LI or a friend, what would it say? Answer for as many of characters/pairings as you like!

CUTE BUT (What??)

LOL! When I first saw that mug I thought of my pairings of Thomas Hunt and my OC. She overthinks all the time 😂 But I know who you really want to see 😉 So just for you, here's Tobias and Chris ♥️ This is when they were still keeping their relationship a secret.

(Tobias Carrick x F!MC*Chris Valentine) in a Choices Open Heart Drabble

Masterlist

@kyra75 @coffeeheartaddict2 @hopelessromantic1352 @jerzwriter @peonierose @trappedinfanfiction @nomadics-stuff

Whose Is It?

"Hmm?"

Ethan stood in front of the diagnostic office's coffee maker. After months of trying to dodge doctors and nurses in the break room to simply enjoy a needed cup of coffee, he decreed that the diagnostic office needed their own. He knew it was the only way to keep his sanity in Edenbrook.

What gave him pause though were the various mugs that stood in front of it.

"I should have never offered to share." He grumbled while picking through the cups for his own simple mug.

He stopped when he picked up one that he didn't recall seeing before.

"Cute but trouble?" He mumbled.

"Good morning!" Chris greeted with a warm smile.

Ethan grunted in response.

"I see someone is in their normal mood." She teased while setting her stuff down.

"Look at these." He pointed at the mugs.

"What?" She made her way over, searching for something out of the ordinary.

"What are all these cups doing here?" He snapped.

"Looks like they are in their natural habitat." She playfully nudged him with her shoulder. "One would suspect that since this is a coffee machine that cups would surround it."

Ethan rolled his eyes.

"Whose mugs are these?" He demanded. "There are only four of us that use this office! Why are there six?"

Chris began to blush as she examined the mugs more closely. "Um...I did tell Sienna that she could use our machine."

She held up a mug covered with hearts. "This is hers."

Ethan grit his teeth over hearing that others were aware of the source of his life sustaining elixir. "Who else did you offer our coffee to?"

"No one!" Chris quickly reassured him. "I swore Sienna to secrecy."

He grunted once more. "That explains the fifth mug." He lifted the one that truly baffled him. "But whom does this belong to?"

Chris's face flamed with color to see the mug labeled, cute but trouble.

"Err...that um...is...mine?"

Ethan's blue eyes narrowed upon her.

"Yours? But this is your mug." He picked up one that said, keep the heid.

"Ah. Yes." Chris snatched it out of his hand. "My stay calm mug."

"Why do you have two mugs now?" He prodded.

"Umm. I..." She struggled to find a legitimate reason. "I must have brought this one with me the other morning not thinking about the one I already had here."

The office door popped open before Ethan could question her more. Their attention snapped to it the moment Tobias stuck his head in.

"Good. You're both here." He greeted with a brief nod. "I have a patient that was admitted to Edenbrook late last night that I could use your opinion on."

Ethan set the mystery mug down. His mind immediately switched to the new, more urgent conundrum presented before him.

The three sat down and reviewed the patient's chart.

After debating possible illnesses to explain the odd conglomeration of symptoms, Chris volunteered to begin lab work.

"I'll introduce you to him." Tobias offered while checking his watch. "Then I need to hurry back to Mass Kenmore."

The two left Ethan absorbed in reviewing a journal article discussing the advanced stages of Gaucher disease.

Once the pair were alone in an elevator, Tobias's serious demeanor changed. He propped his arm above Chris's head and leaned towards her.

"Hi." He pressed a kiss to her lips.

"Hello to you too." Her lips curved when he gave her a deeper kiss.

"You left my place in such a hurry this morning, I didn't have a chance to give you a proper goodbye." He murmured, grinning at her.

"Sorry about that." She looped her arms around his neck. "I knew if I allowed you to give a proper goodbye, I'd never leave your bed."

He chuckled, pulling her close. "Is that so bad?"

She shook her head. "No, but I did need to eventually go to work today."

"Such a dutiful doctor" He complimented, pressing his lips against her neck. "Are you coming over tonight?"

"I could be talked into it." She snuggled closer to him. "You can be very persuasive when you want to be."

"One of my many charms." His hands drifted down her hips, pulling her closer. "I insist you come over tonight so that I can --"

The doors opening caused the two to jerk apart.

A small group of surgeons eyed them curiously as they stepped inside.

Tobias couldn't help but smile as Chris buried her red face in her hands.

Once the group got off on the next floor, he nudged her.

"You okay over there?"

"No!" Chris burst out laughing. "That was close."

Tobias slipped his hands in his pockets and stepped closer to her. "But worth it."

She shook her head, smiling at him. "You, doctor, are nothing but trouble."

"But cute." He winked at her. "That mug you got me makes it a requirement that you add that each time you call me trouble."

"True." She pressed another kiss to his lips while taking the file folder tucked under his arm.

Chris smacked him on the backside with it as she stepped out on their patient's floor.

"Good thing I love trouble that's also irresistibly cute."

#choices open heart #tobias x chris #tobias carrick x mc #choices fanfiction #choices fic writers creations #open heart fanfic #fluffy prompts

[donnyanne]

the need to dress them up knows no limits 

#starbusrties.... #my art #OCs #heide #julien #she got an entire starburst in exchange #twas demanded

[kingkenzieofmold]

Hope it's not too much pressure but can you draw my Magician Heroes Au characters, I'll send you some pictures so you can get the characters reference (unfortunately I don't have the official clothing design)

Henry

Binta (Oc)

Dave

Ellie

Charles

Heide (Oc)

Kendall (Oc)

Caissy (Oc)

Rupert is also in the team but he doesn't have any powers.

To make you can idea you can get inspired by La Familia Madrigal from the movie Encanto.

Hope it's not too much pressure again...

this took a long while but I think it came out great! So many designs and so many trials and errors! I hope you enjoy<3

Below is a speed draw of the process! Tw flash warning thought you might wanted to see my process ;)

#the henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin fanart #henry stickmin au #henry stickmin oc #thsc fanart #thsc au #thsc oc #thsc magician heros au #thsc #doodle me draws #art requests

[areas-of-fromsoft]

Bit of a weird story with this one, but here's why Heide's is my favourite:

So I wanted to draw one of my friend's OCs for his birthday and because he has severe aphantasia he always struggled to describe his character to me. Until that point I'd just sorta made up his design as I felt like it, but this time I wanted it to be accurate. My friend told me to reference the Heide Knights from DS2. Not too heavily but they had the vibe he wanted. I scoured the internet for high-quality pictures of these fuckers - specifically their legs cause I loved the way their greaves and poleyns looked. All the pictures were either blurry or at the worst angle imaginable. I searched for days. I spent hours trying to get references and it just wasn't happening. I could've asked him to stream himself playing DS2 to get the references but both of us have a really busy schedule and I'm stupidly stubborn. So stubborn that I went and bought the game with my pitiful student money just to get the references I wanted.

I cried my way through Forest of Giants, desperately trying to find the sacred Heide Knight, and somewhere along the way I started enjoying myself despite how much I was struggling. That's when I asked my friend how many hours it'd take to see the Knights because I was getting worried about deadlines. He dropped it on me that they were accessible from Majula. I dragged my pathetic, sorry, desperate, exhausted self all the way to Heide's Tower of Flame. Maybe it was paired with the relief of finally having references, but I thought it was on par with Majula in terms of beauty.

The gorgeous blue rooves and white brick look so incredible against the stars. The grand scale of everything paired with knowing that so much of the area is probably sunken beneath the waves. The mystery of the whole thing. Why did it sink into the sea? Why did they build it in the water? Why are the knights still here? What is the Way of the Blue? What was Heide? I was as awestruck as when I first saw the sea beyond Majula, especially when I realised that it was the same tower and cathedral I could see from the cliff.

I spent around 6-8 hours throwing myself at the tower over and over again until I'd cleared out almost all the Old Knights just because of how much I enjoyed being there. Eventually, I killed the Dragonrider and my Heide friends started attacking me. I don't like killing them (I just wanna sit down with them :() so I haven't been back in a while. It might be worth the trip though, just to look out across the ocean again.

Pictures for anyone curious about the drawing and a few extras, link says they're mature but they aren't (it's a Berserk reference too ;)): https://imgur.com/a/UbRrvhM

This is an absolutely beautiful story :’)

I’m so glad this game was able to help you do something great for your friend and that you enjoyed your journey.

I’ll agree Heide’s is one of the best looking areas in all three games (in my opinion) and your description of it is exactly how it makes me feel to this day every time I go there, I am enamoured by that sky and that architecture still.

please make sure you guys check out the art it’s really cool !!

Thank you so much for sharing this with us <3

#truly wtf this is amazing #ask #not a poll #ds2 #heides tower of flame

[sasukimimochi]

And so now we have Lepy, (though his real name is Aouri)! the skill i had when drawing his feral form varied because i got better at it the longer i was drawing it (cuz i use him in a visual RP with my friend heid i had lots of practice) and of course the same went with his human form cuz he had just gotten a reboot when i started his reference. He used to be a living toy, he's changed quite a bit due to personal reasons. I've had him for many years now but i gave him a hard revamp in 2018 so i could leave his past behind.

He has a TON, a FUCKTON of lore, so we're going to summarize this as much as i can rn because i need to get back to working on ch 22 of gom. i will split his post into multiple cuz he also just has a lot of art as well and rp panels.

going to put a read-more though cuz i'm probably going to go into more than the others cuz i love him that much.

Lepy is a spirit animal [original species]; (Black Jaguar with king cheetah mane/used to be a snow leopard) who was kidnapped from his forest when he was still alive, where he was known as the ghost of the rainforest, by a demon prince named Adelais.

At first, Lepy was forlorn, unresponsive, and merely lived by the demon's side bc what could he do? he is like 5'3'' and the prince was like 7 or 8 foot or smth. idr what the exact number is, but the demon prince is "large and in charge".

Lepy however, actually fell in love with the price, as the prince did with him. Originally, their relationship was merely a captor with his prisoner, but it turned into a mutual love and respect over time. Their bond was incredibly strong and Adelais was very fiercely protective of his small boyfriend.

[Content Warning, next drawing has a bit of blood!]

i just left off the nudity for these to make it easier to share (cuz he never really wore clothes before death/while alive) but i assure you he has something downstairs LMAO, anyway.

One day, Lepy was minding his business as usual when suddenly, Adelais started acting unusual and feral.

Lepy died then, after his own lover ripped out the heart from his chest. He didn't know why, for many many years, why... Did he actually hate him all that time, and finally grew bored enough to murder him?

After this, Zaaid (an oc of mine, or GOD), plucked a star from the sky to replace his heart. now, he lives as an angel and for many years, his memories were sealed for his health and mental health. He has a scar on his chest and the star beneath shines dimly, directly connected to his body and health.

Finally, after years of learning how to love responsibly and take care of himself better, his memories fully came back while he also gained a dark mark on his chest, growing inside the star... (to be continued in next post)

bonus, can't show the full thing but hey, i am really proud of this drawing and if i can't at least show a bit of it i will be sad. Lepy's spots take so long to draw!!

#oc's and shit #Lepy #Aouri #Adelais #sketches #original character #oc #sketch #drawing #black jaguar #spirit #angel #angel oc #demon #prince #demon prince #digital drawing #digital sketch #digital art #artwork #draw #digital illustration #digitalart #cw partial nudity #star #stars #high fantasy #fantasy #supernatural elements

[skelkankaos]

sometimes it is fun to make trans OCs and just not have any transphobia in their story. like I made Dozen trans because he's fun and cool and so is being transgender but I want his story to be about over the top hollywood movie-eqsue organized crime, not about the specific ways in which transphobia would make his life difficult

#my ocs #dozen van der heide #like. the only time is when Vin says he can't be a model anymore for their company because he doesn't have #''mainstream appeal'' #and then literally for the rest of his existence his gender is never an issue again