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#not fandom art but not oc art either
the-tiniest-demigod · 3 months
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moom Khonjin's drawing weird shit again
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Idk really know what I was going for with these but I like em and I liked drawing em so that's gotta count for something right
Non filtered versions
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doodlesdreaming · 5 months
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Just cus why not, Ava's reaction to Death without his mask for the first time? Did it need to be removed for a potential injury after Death somehow got incapacitated? Perhaps a situation where Death took it off himself and has forgotten where he placed it before Ava found it. Or did it get knocked off by chance during a fight with something big enough to achieve it like a Stalker swiping his face or something.
Sidenote: The way you draw Death's face behind the mask is just lovely.
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Death: You’re staring.
Ava: I-I’m sorry! It’s just…um well…
Death: Spit it out, Girl.
Ava: Strife said that you looked like a wrinkled old crone under your mask.
Death: *slight eye twitch* Oh, did he now?
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braisedhoney · 7 months
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[SCENARIO CONTINUED FROM HERE.]
You select the second oldest of the available files. An observation log — COLONY keeps these, or so you assume. He never leaves commentary or notes to organize them. He probably just memorizes them instead. The terminal beeps beneath your fingertips, every click practically a gunshot in the quiet room. Thanks to your pass you are technically permitted to be here by the system — but you know better. There are security measures here that were not to be violated. If you are discovered, if THIS is discovered, you would likely be in trouble. The screen loads. Text fills the margins. After a moment, you realize that it is not just a file; it’s a transcript and an audio sample. There’s also a small attachment of some kind, likely an image. You play the audio.
[LOADING. . . (A short period of complete silence. Then, rustling as footsteps approach, and the familiar whir of a door. A familiar voice fades in with them.) “… I told you, it isn’t going to work.” “So you’ve said, Captain.” (The door whirs again. Locks.) “Please don’t call me that. Everyone keeps calling me that. Really I mean, I don’t even know what to do with…” (The sound of movement. Footsteps, slightly heavier but more measured than the first. The sound of something opening with a mechanical hiss — a containment unit?) (A quiet sigh. It’s barely audible.) “That… isn’t what I think. Right? Another one?” (A chuckle.) “Don’t sound so unenthusiastic. It’s terrible for morale.” “Le—“ “Just put them on, won’t you? It can’t hurt. One more trial.” “… Fine! Fine.” (The footsteps draw closer.) “Good. Now grab my hand.” (A clang, like somebody knocked into something.) “No.” “Trust me.” (Rapidly receding footsteps joined by another set.) “No!”(A loud bang, like a fist slamming against metal. The footsteps stop.) “No.” “It’ll be fine.” “You don’t know that.” “I’m right.” “This isn’t the answer. It isn’t going to — it’ll never be the answer, Leander, and I don’t even know what it — you know you can’t, right? Can’t come back? Doing this won’t let you see her agai——!“ “Captain.” (Silence.) “… shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.” “Prove it.” ”Leander, please.” “Grab my hand. This will work.” “…” “I swear.” (The seconds tick by. Then.) “You...” (Another chuckle. Warmer in tone.) “Didn’t I say I would do it? Didn’t I promise?” (Laughter. Loud, nearly hysterical laughter interrupts him. It’s boisterous, disruptive.) “You did! You did, you… you magnificent bastard, you really found a way to———“] The audio ends. You stare at the screen. No matter how long you look at it, the text does not continue, the audio file does not extend. All that remains is a single attachment. Frustration makes your jaw tense, but you don’t have time to waste being angry. You’re running out the clock as it is. You click it. [LOADING. . .]
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And then the screen goes dark. No. Not just the screen — the whole room blacks out. Every terminal flickers off, every bulb extinguishes. For a moment, there is total, unfamiliar silence. Even the faint electric buzzing that comes with electronics is gone. You are completely alone. You turn, grasping blindly at the records pass, the imprint of the screen still on your eyes. You stumble for the door, and to your surprise the pass blinks green, the only light left in the room. It opens and you shove your way through into the hall — Only to slam into a barrier. You look around. There is no hallway. Of all times for the paths to shift… The room you are in is tiny. The door behind you closes, and there is no scanner on your side, nor a handle. It is completely featureless. There is no way to open it. You call for COLONY. There is no answer. You call for the Captain. There is no answer. You call for help. You call for help. You call. You call. you. c a l l. . . . . . . . . . [YOU CANNOT BE TRUSTED.] [. . . ] [THE CAPTAIN WILL LOOK FOR YOU.] [. . .] [BUT THE CAPTAIN WILL NOT FIND YOU.] [ . . . ] [I AM SORRY.] [I AM SURE THAT MEANS LITTLE. BUT I AM.] [CURIOSITY IS NOT A TERRIBLE THING.] [BUT I WAS UNDER THE IMPRESSION THAT HUMANS QUITE LIKED CATS.] [. . .] [A POOR JOKE.] [I CAN’T HELP BUT WONDER IF IT WAS WORTH IT.] [I DOUBT IT.] [BUT I DO HOPE.]
(Scenario End. Ending: “Status Quo”.)
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sleepinglionhearts · 3 months
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Work things, OCs, and... yeah
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kyliivan · 6 months
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I’m gonna be honest, I really REALLY hate the notion that OC’s, self inserts and anything alike has to be done “WELL” for its existence to be justified in people’s eyes. mainly because the idea of “well written” in of itself is completely subjective to the person viewing it and cannot be determined easily.
Fandom OC’s are just… fun to have and explore. people who make them DON’T have to write a Nobel prize worthy character. we are allowed to just have fun making OC’s and make them interact with our fav canon characters and make them silly all we want
“It’s cringey, it’s cringey” guess what! the world doesn’t revolve around you! grand revelation, I know
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tiddie-taylor · 2 months
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My hand hurts from this 🥹
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awholeclxwn · 8 months
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he literally cries over everything
OH and his full name is Charles Haireth Elsteen 💀 credits to @partykl0wn for helping me with it!!!
this silly lil scp is very emotion he'll sob and wail and roll around over anything
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undeadvinyls · 5 months
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hes literally like a disney princess but with sea animals
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sipnoot · 2 months
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valent day lol
extra's under the cut
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smoon eclipse version :] i think i like the top version better but i thought added a more canon ver. would be nice
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smug bastard. they know what they do to him.
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close up on clips too + mostly just wanted to point out that his lil face swirly is a heart :3
ECLIPSE CLOTHES REF OTHER'S... CLOTHES REF
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sunbun-fnaf · 5 months
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me when i
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rosemine24 · 2 months
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yay more oc stuff, obsessed with these album cover redraws 😋
(dont mind how bad the flowers look 💀)
og under cut ⬇️
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rabarbarconfiteor · 11 months
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Day
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peridots-pixiwolf · 1 year
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woe! first art post since a month ago be upon ye! take my gay bugs
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[Start ID of the first image. A digital drawing of the five bugs forming Team Taranoake, drawn without anthropomorphized biology, short clips of text describing each one's name, pronouns, species, and size. The background is a solid-color pale orange, with the rest of the drawing being similarly flat-colored and golden-toned. The first shows Kritto, an azure damselfly, who stands on two legs with short stilts to counter the length of xer abdomen. She's light teal with black stripes, holding a brown scroll in one claw, the other pair of arms tucked between her two backpacks behind xer. Next is Lidii, a worker of the ant species Myrmecocystus mexicanus, yellow and orange. She's rambling about something excitedly, just barely propping up the thick wooden weapon beside her. Third is Rantan, an ox beetle, brown with yellow fur. He subjects himself to whatever Lidii's talking about, sitting with all six limbs on the ground and a mildly tired expression, resting their head on one claw. Gorge, a light purple coquina clam, is settled beneath two of Rantan's legs, his shell decorated with small notes and scribbles from work as an archivist. Last is the sea slug Ceras, a single-stalk aeolis, pink with bright stripes of yellow and white along their cerata. She's drawn further away from the rest, his head turned back towards the other four bugs. Like Kritto, they're marked as an honorary member of the team, lacking the seaglass bracelets shared by the three close-knit bugs from the center of the drawing. End ID.]
^ once again, these guys are from a universe I made with @froggoexists :]
[Start ID of the second image. A colored sketch of two humanized original characters, Ceras, a sea slug from the previous image, and Thorn, a Hollow Knight vessel. They're both drawn from the waist up, facing forward, close enough that Ceras's hand wraps around Thorn's shoulder. Ceras is shown as a young Black person, their cerata incorporated as long locs dyed pink, white and yellow, and piercings stud their ears and tongue. Thorn is paler-skinned, taller and thinner than Ceras, with pointed ears, and white hair styled at the top into two rows of spikes. Ceras is wearing a studded denim vest, thoroughly decorated with eclectic pins and patches, mostly of bands, bugs, games, and simple declarations of hope. Thorn wears instead a black leather jacket, with long studs at the shoulders and smaller ones along the sides and center. One sleeve is torn off, as they don't have a right arm, and the other is cuffed to display the adaptive device making up half their left. Ceras is sticking their tongue out and smiling, one eye shut and the other turned to Thorn, stimming with their free hand. Thorn's looking back at them with a smile.
The background is simple, a pink horizontal wave. There's a bright, pale halo behind Ceras' head, one which resembles a spoked wheel or a sun, seeming to cast light upon the two of them. A line at the bottom of the image reads "part-god mute disabled they/she/he bug punk BESTIES", and at the top of the image there's a small doodle of their original forms sitting together contentedly. End ID]
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ribcageeater · 3 months
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Fun fact! M likes to dye his hair a lot (about twice a week) and sometimes Clef let's him use the leftover dye on him so the bottles M saved don't explode in the bathroom again
When your wife is telling you about the lunar moth but all you can think about is that your hair feels so different and you can't tell if it's a good or bad thing
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forwardrussia · 8 months
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I haven’t done anything finished properly this week.. having a bad art week…
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eliounora · 7 months
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would love to join a discord server where people are creative and share wips and such... I like to show my progress and ask for input when I draw and love to see other people do it too so invite me please I promise I am well-behaved, even nice at times🥺
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