#oc tag: candyland

[thepasteldyke]

i'm so behind on posting shit outside my website... this is from valentines day lol.

#oc #original character #original #oc tag: sorbet #oc tag: annéa #oc tag: candyland #valentines day #valentines day 2024 #2024

[twyz]

Aaaaand here he is!! This, folks, is Andy Appleseed (shut up i know the name is cheesy,, i promise you that’s the point). He’s friends with Bea, and he’s the destined prince of a kingdom inside of Candyland. He kinda sorta maybe has a crush on Bea and he’s very obvious about it, but Bea is INCREDIBLY dense when it comes to that sort of stuff so home girl thinks he’s trying to mess with her LMSOANSUNSJ

Anyways!! I hope you like my apple boy!!

#twyz #twyz’s ocs #Andy Appleseed #Bea Von Strawberry #the way i just gave myself the ability to make MORE lore surrounding a board game is absolutely amazing #everyone fear me #for the power i hold is quite #something #i dunno what but it’s something!! #candyland #candyland oc #candyland the great lollipop adventure #tags for reach!! #chucky #bride of chucky #charles lee ray #tiffany valentine #digital art #made in ibis paint

[buntsukim]

post of my fav old art!! (i have a lot of old art i havent posted here. im unsure of what to do with it yet but ill figure it out)

cant leave this ones out tho bc i rlly am proud of them <3

under the cut is the artss!!

#m art #tags r gonna be in order bc most stuff is fanart btw #batdr #gasa4 #candyland #waicash #get a snack at 4am #yansim #me and a friendo :D #OC! #sammy design by @DumBloom on twt #blueycapsules jeremike #PLEASE IGNORE HOW SOME HAVE WATERMARKS ANT OTHERS DONR my wtaermarking is very inconsistent #bun #mine

[garbagechocolate]

Hello! I'm Garbage Chocolate, or Choco for short! Meet.. ME!

Requests are currently CLOSED!

NO sexual things

That's it really I can't think of much else

Commissions OPEN!!

DM for more information about the commissions <3

If you follow me and I follow you back, that is a offering of friendship please take it

TAGS:

Art

Fanart

Animation

FNAF

Daycare Attendant

Candyland AU (DCA!CandylandAU)

- Candyland Blog

Only one AU

Truth Virus AU

TSAMS

Undertale

UTMV

OCs

BMAU

FAQ

BLOODMOON CULT

#introduction #meet the artist #trashlate #textpost #ramble #art #digital art #traditional art #fanart #reference

[rotten-heartthrob]

⏳ ;— ' ‘Cause you can’t get into Heaven ' /lyr

☕️; Hello. My name is Kasper/Charlotte + other names. If you found this blog through @candyland-toybox, this is the new blog I will be using. This blog has no set purpose, just whatever I feel like because I’m cool.

🧺; I block freely. No set DNI. If I hate your vibes, you’re off to hell. I am a minor though so keep that in mind.

🌑; I am fictionkin and occasionally call myself “[character] IRL” as a way to “reclaim” from IRL/DA folks.

🫖; I am the main host of an OSDD system. Other alters use this blog, but don’t ask for them unless we’re close. If you have questions, feel free to ask, but be respectful at least.

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🍨 ;— ' If you haven’t got a soul ' /lyr

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[nebulacat-art]

Just an art dump of my oc from my friend’s candyland tag on instagram, Featuring my boy Reminton Andez and his boss Duchess Galaxia Mirrorcake and a few others that do not belong to me.

#nebbydraws #nebbysocs #Reminton Andez #candyland oc #mint chocolate chip icecream oc #madam's candyland #Duchess Galaxia Mirrorcake #Mirror cake oc

[eldritchships]

Siphon will take KO out on the weekends that he's spending with Venomous just to let him do something fun. This can range from normal bonding activities like visiting the park or running errands (the grocery store is a personal favourite, and KO usually gets a treat for behaving) to light-hearted sparring and hero lessons from the POV of a villain.

The circumstances are weird but the two make the best of it

#KO #Megalo Siphon #self insert #OC #legit gonna start crying about these two #if Candyland were people that's what the vibe would be for these two #it's always a weird transition introducing the new partner of a seperated parent #Siphon doesnt want to add any further stress #bonus: sometimes Fink (and later Tino) will tag along

[binqtop]

its name is quinn and it’s the elemental master of blackholes

yes i posted this last year yes i just edited the caption bc i changed its name and pronouns <3

#it's 2019 if you haven't made a ninjago oc you're cishet #ft simon's oc vlad #vlad very epic #ninjago #ninjago oc #my oc #my ocs #uhhh #my art #art #oc #ocs #idk what to tag this as #txt #the funny picture is from a candyland forum where people were arguing about mr mint or something

[bunsterkeaton]

Yes please enjoy the show, no we don't show anything that my wife doesn’t star in. 

#oc tag #orginal characters #candyland #mrs.moonpie #cherry #my characters #my art #krita animation

[twyz]

The Strawberry Family’s Background 🍓

There’s a lot more to be discovered but that’s for another day

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I tried to do this in a story book type of way? It may not look too much like it but i’m really happy with it!! also that frame took forever??? i’m in love with it but GOD it was difficult

#twyz #twyz’s ocs #bea von strawberry #michael mint (mr.mint) #mr. mint candyland #candyland oc #candyland the great lollipop adventure #oc lore #lore page #lore stuff #tags for reach!! #chucky #bride of chucky #charles lee ray #tiffany valentine #digital art #made in ibis paint #reblogs appreciated #!!!

[darknitroconvoy]

Before my pen pressure decided to die on me, this is what I managed to get done today.

Also sketched out two casual outfits, a blazer for over her uniform and then another outfit but couldn’t line them because of no pen pressure. 

[Pose referenced from Pose Study3 by Kate-FoX on DeviantArt]

#oc: allegra #my art #ok 2 rb #story: candyland #cant post links or it wont show up in the tag but if you google what i wrote the pose ref sheet should come up #ive think im out of my funk of being unable to draw allegra properly..? maybe

[garbagechocolate]

Am I allowed to make an OC based off of Candyland- and if so, Can I tag you in the art?

Yes, of course!

#trashlate #ask #textpost #text post

[illiterateaffairs]

the one where they definitely are not on a date (stiles x oc)

Title: The One Where They Definitely Are NOT on a Date

Pairing: Stiles x OC (Peyton Stone)

From My Unofficial Teen Wolf Series: masterlist | announcement | summary

Word Count: 378

What you need to know: Scott is on a double date with Allison, Jackson, and Lydia. So, Stiles and Peyton have their own night in. Takes place in Season 1 Episode 3.

“Okay, so I’m going with Professor Plum, with the revolver, in the study.”

“Professor Plum-“ Stiles scoffs, moving his purple piece into the “study” on the Clue board. “Why do you keep guessing him right when I’m about to get into the room I want?”

Peyton laughs, “Sorry, I just think he’s suspicious. Maybe you shouldn’t have played as Professor Plum.”

“What’s wrong with him? I thought purple was like your favorite color?”

“Doesn’t make him any less of a nerd.”

“Says the girl who picked Peacock over Miss Scarlet.”

“Peacock is more fun. Now shut up and show me a card.”

Stiles rolls his eyes and begins shuffling through his pile. They’ve been games the last couple of hours. They started with Candyland, moved on to Uno, and now they’ve graduated to Clue. Board games have been one of their favorite past times since they were kids. Usually, Scott would join them, but he was bowling tonight.

“Clue really isn’t a two-player game,” Stiles sighs, showing her the “revolver” card, “If I didn’t have anything, we’d know the answer.”

Peyton reaches for some popcorn in a bowl beside the game board on Stiles’ coffee table. They were both sitting crisscrossed on his living room floor.

“We could probably still crash Scott’s double date,” she suggests, checking the time on the her phone, “See Jackson embarrass the hell out of him.”

Stiles cackles, leaning against his couch. “Nah, that’s okay. It’s been a while since just the two of us have hung out...it’s nice.”

She hums in agreement, and he watches her fondly as she assesses her suspect sheet, absentmindedly picking at a cold piece of pizza. She’s wearing his purple hoodie which she didn’t ask to borrow. He doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he realizes he doesn’t mind the thought of spending more nights like this with just her and him. Alone. He doesn’t know where these thoughts and feelings are coming from. He doesn’t consider that they’ve always been there- that now he’s just getting worse at denying them.

Realizing there’s been a few beats of silence, he quickly sits up and reaches for the dice.

“Okay, my turn. I think I’m getting close to cracking this case, Peacock.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that, Plum.”

Taglist: @supred12​ @lostinwonderland314​ (message to be tagged!)​

#stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski imagine #stiles stilinski fanfiction #stiles stilinski fanfic #stiles imagine #stiles fanfiction #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf x oc #stiles x oc #fluff #stiles fluff #drive #drive series #driveseries

[professorabacus]

Yo hi 👋🏽 I wanted to ask you this for a bit and now I can actually get to it 😭

When you sent me that ask some weeks ago about my character I wanted to send one back and I saw your tags on the oc like dislike post just now - can you tell me about your character Erik?

!!!!!!!!! OK SO, Erik exists in the Acoc (a crown of candy) universe(from D20) , its basically game of throne meets candyland  (their tagline not mine) with food ppl as the main players and characters with alot of medieval magical political drama stuff, Erik is a Swedish fish person he’s was/is a pirate and is basically hiding out in Candia after the Ravagening War (big war will all the main factions) during the war Erik’s pirating empire was at its height because he was essentially playing all sides, pretty much promising multiple ppl from all factions “yeah ill go pillage and destroy this ship/island and maybe a small city, and who ever you want for a price, and you’re only person im doing this for ;)” Surprise! he was doing it for everyone, and once they found out abt that everyone decided that maybe this charismatic opportunistic fish needed to be wiped off the map. Things went south, ships were destroyed, and that high life of the sea that Erik so enjoyed was destoryed along with his ship, his crew had either died in the scuffle or jumped ship. After he lost pretty much everything he hid out (and is still “hiding” but is rly just staying) in candia he works as fisher and trying to work up enough to buy a ship and gain a crew to bulid that empire back up, if only he had any long term spending habits or planning and didnt buy everything nice thing that sees. He’s very much alive and active during all the major nobility and loyalty drama of the main plot but does just not give a shit, he doesnt even know the crown of Candia has 2 daughters. He also knows a certain knight, called Sir Joy (who belongs to vortahoney <3) who very much in the Candian politics really only abt one person (Queen Caramelinda) combined with her intensive knowledge and his complete lack they get along great.

#vinny!'s asks #blackprivilege #thank you for the ask vycae!!! #this include alot backstory for erik as well #and a little cameo of a certain knight #vinny!'s ocs #erik fisk #<-- thats his full name which yes his last name is just swedish for fish

[beedalee]

Day 6: "Most likely to write angsty poetry“ [ list x inktober2019 tag ]

Scarlet is a newer OC (she was actually my first concept for my custom obitsu i bought years ago... lol weird) and one of the candyland kids i totally neglect (i really don’t have a good story for them yet tho) but gosh she’s so fun to draw!

Anyway, she would absolutely write tortured angsty poetry. it’d probably get pretty dark and a bit too woke.... and she’d live-read it with an equally monotonous and tortured voice.

#beedalee art #inktober 2019 #inktober #candyland #i really wanted to do a built-in glow from the fire in this drawing #and TOTALLY FORGOT #until i was done #ughhhh oh well lmao

[fates-theysband]

Chronophobia

Rating: T

Ship: Aeren Chapman/Tim Stoker (vaguely alluded to; this is more of a narrative oc profile)

Warnings: mentions of decapitation and vivisection, vaguely described gore, blood, head trauma, canon-typical thanatophobia triggers, more than canon-typical swearing (not in that order)

i literally am not capable of just writing a fic, it all has to be vaguely epistolary bs like “craigslist missed connection” and “basically a script for an episode of tma”. Jon’s dialogue is in bold, to make up for the fact that there’s not a single dialogue tag in this whole mess

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"Statement of Avery Chapman, regarding the bizarre events preceding the death of their twin sibling Aeren Chapman. Statement taken direct from subject, twenty-third June two thousand and sixteen. Statement begins."

"Look, this isn't going to cast me in a great light to start off with, but I lied to get in the door. I mean, can you blame me? If I had let me in, and I’d heard the truth, I would've been like, 'We don't have time for pranksters, come back when you have an actual statement to give.' Because, I mean, come on. What I'm about to tell you sounds like bullshit. The truth is, I'm not Avery Chapman, and my statement has nothing to do with any events from before Aeren died. So, let me give you a more accurate version of what you just said."

"Statement of Aeren Chapman, regarding the bizarre events following their own untimely death. There, now it's on the record. Let's get into it.”

"My entire life, I could hear a ticking clock. Not literally. But I was always thinking about the time. How long would it take to do this? How much time until that? Will I be able to do everything I want or need before time runs out? Nobody really understood, of course. From the day I was old enough to even communicate that kind of feeling, all I ever heard was, 'Don't worry, you're young! You have all the time in the world!' And it was the same, right up until the end. I mean, guess that's not really fair to my folks. They tried to get me help, usually in the form of allergy meds that kind of had anti-anxiety properties in low lighting if you were really trying to see 'em. I've never been a cheap drunk and since my grandpappy on my mom’s side was, every psych I went to see was too scared of the Ghost of Addictions Past to give me anything that worked. So instead, I lived with the clock. And I got really good at pretending it wasn't there. Sometimes I could even enjoy the moment."

"That changed when I got older, of course. I'm from the US, if you couldn't tell from the...everything about me, and you probably can at least guess how it is over there. Go, go, go, until you drop dead if necessary, to appease the almighty money line. And unlike with school, with work you don't exactly get summers off. So that ticking clock came back full force. I remember, one time, my roommates and I were going to get carry-out and watch a movie, and I had work in the morning. One of my roommates, Jace, went out to pick up the food, and I guess he got stuck in traffic or something, because he didn't get back for an hour and all I could think was 'that's one less hour I have to actually relax before I have to get up and go back to work tomorrow', and I was on edge the entire rest of the night. Couldn't enjoy the movie, was short with Jace and Holly every time they tried to make conversation...just being a real irritable asshole."

"That was pretty close to when it happened, actually. Maybe a few weeks or so. I guess that would explain a lot. It doesn't matter what happened to me the night I died. All you really need to know is that it was violent, gruesome, and traumatic. For some reason, it didn't even register to me that I was dying until I realized I could hear the ticking, for real this time. With every single step it got louder and louder, matching pace with my feet staggering down the pavement as my body was basically falling apart below me, until I finally rounded a corner and collapsed. And then the ticking stopped, and I looked up."

"I could see a skeleton sitting in front of me, but...not the way a corpse would be sitting. Not the way I was sitting. They were sitting criss-cross applesauce, and for how old and dusty the bones looked I was shocked to see that they were dressed pretty young for, you know, a skeleton. Big skirt, peace sign shirt, hippie headband, that kind of thing. Could've died in the seventies, could have died last year. I didn't get to really figure that out before they motioned to the things laid out in front of them. Game tokens. Not an exhaustive amount of them, but I could see a chess piece, a die, and a deck of cards. All bone, because apparently every single psychopomp’s a corny bastard. I tried to decline. I know that sounds ridiculous, but I was sick of the clock and I couldn't see an upside to going back to it. They laughed at me. Not out loud, but they made the motions. Then they urged me to pick a token again. Asshole."

"By the way, turns out Death knows Yahtzee. I wouldn't say I expected to win. I wasn't even sure I hoped to win. All I wanted was an end to the not knowing. I figured something out that night, Archivist. It’s not death humans are afraid of, it’s uncertainty. If we knew for sure exactly what happened after we died, I don’t think anyone would be afraid to die.”

“Guess this goes without saying, but I won. Didn’t even cheat, just got a few really good rolls. I didn’t really know what to expect; I figured my insides would knit themselves back together and I’d rejoin the world of the living instead of playing Yahtzee with a hippie skeleton in a dark alley on a street that was normally a hell of a lot busier. That I’d go back to the miserable job and the crappy apartment and the ticking clock. But that isn’t what happened. If it was I would’ve taken this whole experience to my permanent grave. I mean, someone’s insides got knitted back together that night. But they weren’t mine. I watched the flesh fall off my bones as the skeleton in the long skirt became more and more alive, until a flesh-and-blood girl who couldn’t have been older than me stood up and left the alley. I think she said something to me as she was leaving. I want to say it was ‘forgive me’, but I’m thinking it was ‘better you than me’. For some reason I wasn’t scared or sad or anything but relieved. It sounds fucked up, I know, but have you ever lived a life where you had nothing to look forward to? At least with this I could see a way out.”

“I won’t bore you describing the interim. You look like a smart guy, you’re probably familiar with what the Grim Reaper does. What matters is how I got all the meat back. And why I’m wearing this massive coat and knit cap in June.” “You see, most people in the few years I did this were partial to the chance games, or low-skill board games. Roulette was a big one. So was blackjack. Someone got smart and tried Candyland once. But only one person ever picked chess.”

“He was maybe mid-thirties. Wasn’t really sure what had happened to him but he was covered in blood and terrified. I’d say ‘scared to death’ but that seems gauche. I don’t understand chess beyond the basic object of the game and what the different pieces can do, but even I could tell this guy was either terrible at chess or not in the right mental place to be making strategic decisions in a game for his life. Or both. Both is always an option."

“I could have wiped the floor with him, even with my lack of skill. He pretty much put his king in check by himself, all I did was avoid his clumsy attempts to capture my pieces. Here’s where you probably think I’m about to say ‘this is where I got sloppy’ or some shit like that. No. I knew exactly what I was doing and I meant to do it.” 

“I’d say it was agonizingly long, but really, any amount of time is agonizingly long when the action is ‘playing chess in complete silence under a bridge somewhere in London’. But after the most frustrating game of my life, my clueless savior checkmated me. I told him I was sorry as I left. I don't know if he heard me over the screaming."

"Just like that, it was over. Quick trip to a library told me it had been about three years since I won the most important game of Yahtzee ever, and that same quick trip found me an extended family member in the area who didn't ask too many questions. Weird, really. Always thought my dad was an only child. But that's beside the point. Since becoming flesh again a few months ago, I haven't heard the ticking clock, metaphorically or literally. I suffered the agony of death and the indignity of reaping, and came out the same as I've ever been.”

“Or so I thought. Here’s the thing: whatever chose me that night didn’t like that ending for me. The dying are supposed to try to cheat Death. It’s in their nature. If they win by successfully cheating, more power to them. But Death is impartial. Death isn’t supposed to cheat. And Death certainly isn’t supposed to get clever and throw the game. Which brings me to the main reason I'm here, I guess. Give me a moment."

[There is a sound of a heavy coat hitting the floor]

"I normally don't wear tank tops, but in this case it's kind of important that I show as much as I can. Check this out."

[There is a sound of something unzipping]

"They unzip into shorts. Best sixteen pounds I ever spent. Would've just worn shorts, but with how big this coat is I would've looked like a flasher. And now, off with the hat. Don't freak out."

"Good god, what happened to you!?"

"I literally JUST said not to freak out, dude. Impressive you managed to keep it together up until the bleeding head wound though. A lesser man might have said that when he saw the sutures."

"None of this stuff actually happened to me, of course. Not in the sense that I was ever actually physically vivisected or beheaded or whacked in the head hard enough to crack my skull. These just happen to me. I wake up with them, for the most part. And...well, I'll spare you the gruesome stuff, but they're not stitched up neatly when I get them. Thank god Cousin Jesse's a passable seamstress, because hospitals tend to lose their shit when you bring in a patient who's still up walking around with several fatal wounds and no detectable pulse. Not something I want to deal with twice."

"So that's the whole story, I guess. I broke the rules, and now I'm suffering the consequences. The wounds go away, after a while. At first I thought it was mercy, but now I know it's because if some of them didn't disappear there eventually wouldn't be enough left of me to keep punishing. And, I'm not exactly an expert, but I think I'm supposed to suffer the damage from every single gruesome, unimaginably painful death that's ever happened to a human being before I'll be free. That's a lot of deaths. Good thing I have all the time in the world, I guess."

"Statement ends."

“Awesome. Is that all you need from me?”

“I believe so.”

“Great. Let me just get all my coverups back on...”

“Don’t forget your...trouser legs.”

“Of course not.”

[There is a sound of something zipping.]

“Uh, if I don’t see him on my way out, can you tell that hot guy with the undercut who showed me the way to your office that I’m sorry I ran into him? I turned the corner too fast and damn near hip-checked the poor guy into a wall. Not a great first impression.”

“I suppose so.”

“Thanks a bunch. I’d ask you to give him my number, too, buuuut right now I only have a home phone. Oh well. Later, skater.”

[Click.]

#self insert #self insert fic #questionable writing tag #i: aeren chapman #r: all in