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draw-the-squad-like-this · 5 months

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draw your otp and the third wheel who’s sick of their bs

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spotinthespiral · 5 months

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Ryan-Posting again! ♡

Otherwise Titled: a stressed Orphan and her protective Guardians.

Ryan gets her Found Family .2 seconds after entering the Armada Ship. Subodai watches her back from the start, and his take is basically: That's a child. She's capable, yeah, and a great leader, but she's a child. I'm protecting her with my life. He effectively becomes her Dad. (As well as her First-Mate)

And then, of course, there's Dead Mike. He's like her uncle. He was the one person who didn't ever abandon her or her parents (willingly) and he swore his afterlife to avenge her family, and now to care for her. He's a big softy, and the moment he realized Ryan was still alive, he swore to be there for her till his second death.

And, as it goes, I also love the concept that Ryan is generally pretty harmless-looking when she first starts her adventures. No name for herself, she doesn't speak, and her actions are sneaky so people rarely know it was her who hit them. Until she becomes more infamous, Dead Mike and Subodai act as her big scary goons. They hit hard and w/o hesitation if Ryan orders it.

(Also picturing Ryan ready to tear someone to pieces, but she's already low on health, and Ratbeard or Steele holding Ryan back with Subodai and Mike roll up their sleeves and go demolish the enemy. And/or Armada coming by in a town, and Ryan ducking behind Subodai and clinging to his hand (hoof?) As she uses him as a wall between her fear and herself.)

#p101 #pirate101 #silent ryan ironside #p101 oc #I wanted to add Ratbeard Sarah Steele and Old Scratch in too but I lost motivation #but Ratbeard's her uncle and Steele is like a cousin. Scratch is her mentor/other dad #her crew is her family #oh... and Froggo Villa #Villa is her brother 100%. they would be menaces if Ryan wasn't bring hunted #Bonnie Anne would've been here but in my lore she's off babysitting Griffin so she's been away from Ryan's crew #for a while and they aren't too close #Subodai #Dead Mike #also shout-out to the tags on my wip post #because yeah... love this horse man ♡♡♡ the soup...#the soup...

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kingsroad · 1 year

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I don't know who I am, or who I used to be before. you broke me in a thousand pieces. now tell me, how am I to fix this?

Rylen Hightower — a young man of blood and brick and mortar, reshaped from a crumbling tower to a bastion for the Blacks.

#house of the dragon #hotd oc #asoiaf oc #daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x oc #type: gifs #show: house of the dragon #oc: rylen hightower #mine: edits #ryan tag #this was a labor of love for my favorite boy's favorite boy

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chocolatewoosh · 4 months

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A buncha doodles of Ryan I did yesterday evening- whose face is made of paper! His expressions are always drawn on.. He's VERY fun to draw Original design by HURT1100FF on ToyHouse!

#Kaileys Art #Kailey Makes A Queue #Ryan oc #Furry #Anthro #Furry art #Anthro art #I dunno what to tag hAH gjklSFDlkj WELL whatever if you're seeing this you're seeing this. thank u.#I really love this little guy he's super fun to draw the paper face concept is SO cool I adore it..

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daisysplosion · 2 months

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happy valentines day . have my oc Billy (they/she/he) x Creek and Branch. sorry breek lovers i just want to shove my little freak in there

#ryan's art tag #dreamworks trolls #creek trolls #branch trolls #trolls oc #trollsona #oc x canon #btw i see creek as bigender bisexual and branch as a sapphic he/him woman. sorry. trolls yuri ftw

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septhuitneufdix · 1 year

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ryan sketchpage

#my oc #ryan tag #my art #pirate captain #sketch page #hoh boy hi tumblr again i missed this tags

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rainbowsandwhumperflies · 2 months

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The Winged Servant - 5

cws: multiple whumpers mentioned (only one doing actual whumping here), winged whumpee, electrocution by shock collar, royal whumper, mentions of restricting food, accidental self-harm, let me know if I missed anything!

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“Honestly, I feel like just letting you skip dinner would be a better fitting punishment.” I did my best to keep my wings from shaking while Prince Ryan tightened the collar by one notch. “You were late giving her food, so your food is restricted. Natural consequences and all that. But you know how she is about corporal punishment. And since she’s the one you messed up in front of, she gets to decide.”

He fiddled with the remote, presumably changing the settings so that it would hurt more. I would not shake. I needed to be able to stay composed.

“You’re getting three shocks. One for each minute you were late. Does that seem fair?”

“I will accept whatever punishment you see as fit, Your Highness.”

He smiled. “Yeah, I know you will.”

The first shock wasn’t bad. I arched my back and gasped a little, but it was almost the same as the shocks that woke me up every morning.

The second shock would be worse. That was how it worked—the shock was a bit stronger every time. The worst part wasn’t the actual shock, though. No, the worst part was waiting for the next one and not being sure when it would come. I closed my eyes so that I couldn’t stare at the remote, waiting for the shock to hit. I took a slow breath, and-

Fuck.

A strangled noise escaped my throat, and I bit down on my fist to keep any more sound from getting out. I bit until I tasted blood, trying not to sway, before I finally dropped my hand back to my side. “Sorry, I- My apologies. Your Highness.”

“You’re good. You can make noise if you’d like.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.”

“Mm. You wanna sit down for the third one? Your legs already look pretty shaky, and the last one is always the worst."

Had they always been this bad? Before I’d been properly trained, I’d had to sit through ten, getting worse at every level, and here I was with shaky legs at the second level.

“I need an answer, Onyx. It’s not like I electrocuted you enough to kill your vocal chords.”

“My apologies, Your Highness. I’ll- yeah, I’ll sit down. Thank you for offering.”

Her Majesty liked it when I was graceful. Prince Ryan wasn’t as particular, which was good, because I wasn’t sure how much gracefulness I had left in me as I collapsed to my knees. Tears pricked at the edges of my eyes, and I took a slow breath. Crying wouldn’t help me right now. Crying would probably make everything worse, because I’d already been told not to. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe-

Fuck fuck fuck that fucking hurts fuck.

It took a moment for my eyes to focus on Prince Ryan’s face in front of me. I wasn’t sure if it was because I’d kept my eyes closed or if the shock had been bad enough to mess with my eyesight, but it didn’t really matter.

“Breathe,” Prince Ryan told me, pulling the collar off. “You’ve done this before. You’re okay.” I nodded, trying to stay focused, and he tilted my chin up, making sure there wasn’t any damage that would last. “You did such a good job.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.” My voice was slightly raspy. Had I screamed during the last shock? I didn’t remember screaming, but that didn’t mean much.

“It’s been awhile since you’ve had this particular punishment, hasn’t it?” Prince Ryan wondered, but he didn’t look like he really wanted a response. “A year at least. I suppose whatever tolerance you’d had for the higher levels has left.” His fingers ghosted over where I’d bit into my hand, but didn’t quite make contact. “I’m not going to clean that. It’s small. It’ll be fine as long as you don’t pick at the scab, but please don’t do that again.”

“Do what, Your Highness?”

“Bite yourself. You didn’t mean to, did you?”

“No, Your Highness. My apologies.”

“You’re fine for today, but I can’t have you hurting yourself while I’m trying to punish you for specific things, alright? It’ll mess with your conditioning. If you get back into that habit I'm going to start muzzling you for punishments again. No one wants that.”

“Yes, Your Highness.” I did not want that. I would take whatever the royal family gave me during punishments, of course, because good servants did not have wants, but the texture of the bit in the muzzle always made me feel weird.

“Good. Okay. Tell me what you did wrong.”

“My sincerest apologies, Your Highness. I shouldn’t have been late taking Her Majesty's breakfast to her. It won’t happen again. Thank you for punishing me so that I remember not to repeat my mistakes.”

“Good boy,” he murmured, running fingers through my hair, and I let myself lean into his touch. That was always the phrase that meant we were done. I had done well enough. I wouldn’t be punished any more.

“Thank you, Your Highness.”

“Do you need a second? You’ve got about twelve minutes until Jayden needs your help serving dinner, and as long as you’re there on time, I don’t care if you take a break for now.”

“I, um.” I blinked hard. “Servants exist to please the crown, Your Highness. I don’t need-”

“I’m offering a break to you, Onyx. If you’d rather make sure dinner is all prepared, you can do that, but I won’t object if you’d like a few minutes to recover. We’re going to be… leaving for a bit tonight, and I don’t want you all pitiful and anxious like you were earlier. Okay?”

Prince Cardan was the only one who ever tried to trick me into things, but this felt like a trap. Prince Ryan looked serious, and like he wasn’t making fun of me, and wouldn’t it be rude to refuse a gift offered to me? “Thank you, Your Highness.”

“Make sure to turn the light off when you leave the room.”

I didn’t cry when he left, because I was down to probably eleven minutes and that almost certainly wasn’t enough time to cry. It’d have to be enough time to pull myself together, though. If I could do it in the three minutes I had before the punishment, I could do it in the eleven minutes after.

Breathe in, breathe out. I could do this, I knew how. Crying served no purpose and I didn’t need to do it.

Nine minutes left, I estimated.

Nine would have to do.

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taglist: @kaleidoscope-of-thoughts @toyybox @rainydaywhump

#rainbow's whump #rainbow's ocs #the winged servant #onyx tag #ryan tag #whump writing #whump #okay i think i'm gonna start putting details i want ppl to notice in the tags #i'm sure some of yall are picking up on little details already but i'm not good at reading so i'll help you out if you want #i think the only tiny specific thing i like here is onyx's vocabulary. every phrase he says is a trained response #you can tell if there's something wrong if he starts using other phrases. even if they have the same meaning #like when he starts to apologize by saying 'i'm sorry' and cuts himself off to say 'my apologies'#the reason for that is because miss queen has a thing about all her employees sounding sophistocated #okay that's all byeeeee

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whatberry · 8 months

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absolutely GIGANTIC art compilation!

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wowthatsextra · 3 months

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My first Ryissa video ❤️ babies!

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#ryissa #ryan atwood #marissa cooper #ryan x marissa #taylor swift #marissa x ryan #the oc #youtube #love story #shipping #edit #lol idk what to tag

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legendofrhythm · 5 days

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What if I gave all my ocs unique tentacle spots what if + bonus crusty low quality doodle

#splatoon #splatoon oc #I'm not tagging all my ocs that'll take forever #Ryan gets tagged though because I love him #splat oc (ryan)#I NEED TO DRAW HIM MORE #SPECIAL GUY

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hartsvale · 3 months

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Happy birthday, birthday boy! I'm so happy to have been traveling with you for this long, and I look forward to all the roads ahead. You make for an excellent traveling companion. I love you!

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #haurchefant greystone #haurchefant x wol #type: edits #game: ffxiv #ch: haurchefant greystone #oc: alaine voviere #ship: haurchefant x alaine #ryan tag

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grapecaseschoices · 11 months

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OCs AS POISONOUS PLANTS

I was tagged by the ever talented @dakotawritesif

rules: create a look-book for one (or more) of your ocs using this meiker and then take this uquiz and share their results

tagging: @paptalk @kdelarenta @trebondialanna @aylaaescar @mt07131@quaxorascal @quinnorion @likesomethingblooming @moderarato @solarisrenbeth @umbertors @anotherbeingsworld @roxaro @amlovelies @tuomniia @tangerineloves @dwead-piwate-meggers @mistyeyedbi @thee-morrigan @plasticdodecagon @horchatabun @thelittlestspider @yes-prisoner @karolinarodrigueswrites @coldshrugs @straightuppotato-art @agentnatesewell (no pressure ofc!) and anyone else interested!!

(top left) Alana Carita (she/her), lead singer of Promised Promises for @/infamous-if

Lily Of The Valley

This is the poison of giving too much. You feel yourself emptying out, dizzying, discoloring-- until you fear you will fade entirely and wither away. You have always had to give. You never had a choice before. They pluck your flowers for their beauty, they trample your leaves carelessly, they pull out your roots by the fistful and berate you for daring to grow. And now that you have a grove to spread out in, your rhizomes tangle and curl in on themselves. When cruelty is all you've ever known, thriving seems impossible. But the answer is not to make yourself small and offer every lovely thing you are to the world in the hopes it will have mercy on you. The answer is to let yourself dare to thrive for thriving's sake, to grow in the wild ways you wish to-- and to do that for yourself for once.

(top right) Hiyam Vinke (she/her), lead singer of the Vespas for @/infamous-if

Doll's Eyes (hmmm -- she got oleander too, a mix would be best.)

This is the poison of unchecked vices. You slip into hallucinations. You are wracked with convulsions. The delirium threatens to overwhelm you. What are you running from? You look in every direction, wild-eyed at every turn, seeking some reprieve from what torments you. Each vice brings new consequences, and the price of escape seems too great, and yet you cannot seem to face things head on. If you aren't running from yourself, I hope you find a true way to freedom soon. And if you are running from yourself, perhaps you would do well to realize your pain is not something you can simply escape by avoidance. You deserve healing just as much as the ones you love. Someday, soon I hope, you will know this and feel it and reach inward to grant yourself all the kindnesses you offer others. That is the only true way to peace for ones like us. Oh, and if the pain of it seems too great? I hope that you realize you don't have to do it alone.

(bottom left) Emile Ryan (they/them), one of my Keepers from @/keeperofthesunandmoon

Belladonna

This is the poison of falling in love. You taste it and your heart beats fast. Your eyes dilate, you fall into deep delirium. You may be a bit dramatic and impulsive, and it gets you into trouble sometimes, but you just can't help yourself. It's in your blood. You love because it is the truest beauty you've found in this harsh world. Even when it's hurt you before, when it's poisoned you, you still find a way. They may call you naive for still believing in it, or vain for making yourself and your surroundings so meticulously lovely. But to love like this is brave and noble, and I hope you find the beauty you seek. Chances are, it's within and all around you already, if you know where to look.

(bottom right) Kendis Crawford-Louel (she/they), in way too many IFs.

Hemlock (hmmmmmmm ... they also got oleander the first time)

This is the poison of intense fear. Your body trembles, your flesh burns. Your limbs won't respond to you. You convulse. You can't seem to control the fear. It seems that it has always lived within you. You hesitate, you agonize, and that breeds regret. Sometimes it threatens to overwhelm you, and that frightens you more than anything. But panic is survival mode in overdrive, and something within you knows you must live. Creation seems to be the only balm for you. Perhaps you survive so stubbornly because you have stories that must be told, songs that must be sung. Soothe your stage fright. The path from surviving to thriving is having a good garden to grow in. And you can't do that completely alone.