#oc: bryony

[ysay-art]

Teaching the little mage archery while waiting for the DLC. Featuring @papabirdurskeks's Tarnished, Yoll.

#artists on tumblr #acridid-s #ysay-art #digital #fan art #Elden Ring #Tarnished #OC: Bryony

[steel--fairy]

she was a punk. she did ballet. what more can i say....

#pokemon #pokemon oc #trainer yancy #yancy pokemon #pokemon oc x canon #art be mine #oc: bryony #YES bryony is clearly grunge/skater and not punk #its the spirit of the thing

[smittyw]

DUNMESH STYLE STUDY with my ocs.. !!?!??? !

this was rly rly fun i think more ppl should make room in their hearts for daydream hour obsession

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #style study #ocs #daydream hour #bryony #molly #qamar #noemi #frederick #nat #comment ur fav versions of them if u have any #im such a sucker for dwarves but i learned the gnomes were also easily a runner up #ps i gave some of the girlies beards bc of that one page of ryoko kui sketches #it hurts my heart that none of the recurring characters followed that style bc just imagine #feminist loss. im still crying

[chaoticcomposition]

nepenthe and vierna's wayward, chaotic good daughter! she's a redemption paladin of the archeart who likes rainy days and smoking her pipe

her base outfit on the left & bangs are from an adoptable from meowtownpolice!

#dungeons and dragons #dnd #d&d #dnd oc art #drow #dark elf #paladin #drawerings #ocs #azul 'bryony' aurellyn #she's like the equivalent of a puppy who's nearly an adult but paws are still slightly too big #will probably end up playing around summore #outfits #wildemount #exandria #dumaran

[bananafire11]

A bunch of my dino ocs as lil icons... it's 6am but I was tempted. Gnight

#i really like these haha #i need to revisit my dino ocs #they havent gotten enough love #onyx is a hybrid thats why she looks like a wierd elongated cerato #spino cerato hybrid thing #shes based off a cool lizard i saw #bryony is a tenontosaurus from the isle #my current fav skin basically #corvid the carno #shes evil #and creepy #coco the parasaur :]] #funny pretty gal (or guy i havent decided) #red the pachy #hes just an angry mountain goat that looks too much like a bearded vulture #cuz that was my fav bird at the time of designing him #dinosaurs #my art #dinosaur #the isle #drew these on my phone

[mrdraws]

For if I’m going down, I guess I’ll take you with me / Naked in that garden, back at the beginning

#ocs #cyberpunk #cyborg #art #eve #bryony sinclair

[ancalimearts]

Based off this post.

#kjkjdf #elliot sparrow #bryony #beau #my ocs #friend ocs #space story #THIS IS SO SKETCHY AND MESSY SORRY

[trulybetty]

oct' 02 x apple scent

Prompt: apple scent Pairing: Dieter Bravo x Bryony Morgan (OFC) Word Count: 908 Warnings: un-beta'd is the name of the game, mentions of food, implications of alcohol, Dieter's shameless flirting, hints at spice, but it goes no spicier than cinnamon for our favourite trash panda. this is fluff Summary: set who knows when in the Chiffon universe, slice of domesticity for one of my favourite character pairings

x. masterlist

The day had been long, too long.

The kind that sucked every ounce of energy out of you and still demanded more

The meetings were relentless, back to back, and some simultaneously both in person and over Zoom. By the time Bryony had closed the door to her office and waved good-bye to Tim at security she was well and truly drained. 

The only thought that kept her going was the sanctuary of her sofa and the blissful idea that she could go completely off the grid until ten the next morning.

As she pushed open the heavy front door of home, her senses were instantly flooded with the comforting aroma of apples and cinnamon. Already halfway out of her jacket and kicking off her heels before the door had closed behind her, she called out into the house, “Dieter!” Her belongings dropped unceremoniously in the hallway as she headed toward the source of the scent.

In the kitchen, Dieter was busily putting the finishing touches on a home-cooked dinner, an apron wrapped around his waist.

The sight was enough to bloom the first genuine smile she’d had since she had left him reluctantly in bed that morning with his promise of an evening of just the two of them. But Bryony’s overrun day had put a shot to that, she was home three hours later than she was supposed to. It was just as dark out as it was when she’d left that morning.

“It really is infuriating how good you are at this stuff.” Bryony commented, wrapping her arms around him from behind.

“Jealous Daff?” Dieter quipped, turning to catch her in an embrace.

She raised an eyebrow. “No,” she grumbled but melted into the warmth of his arms, feeling the tension of the day drain away. “It’s like I have my own little Stepford wife.”

Dieter chuckled, “Ah, but unlike them, I come with added benefits.”

As she surveyed the kitchen, she had to admit: Domesticity looked good on him. She had wondered how he would fare taking a hiatus from acting, but he seemed to be thriving. She playfully reached for a piece of the pie's crust, only to be swatted away.

“Ah-ah,” Dieter swatted her hand away, winking, “good things come to those who wait.”

“Okay, fine,” she held up her hands in defeat, “I’ll wait.”

Dieter smirked and handed her a generously filled glass. The bubbles fizzed around the lime garnish and ice. She didn't need to taste it to know what it was. “Thank you, I appreciate it,” she said, taking a sip.

Throwing the dishcloth he'd been holding over his shoulder, Dieter's broad shoulders became even more pronounced under the fabric of his thin flannel shirt. “I don’t need to ask to know you likely forgot lunch, refused to ask your assistant to grab something and drank nothing but coffee all day.”

As if on cue Bryony’s stomach grumbled loudly.

“You know me too well,” Bryony remarked, holding the glass to her chest.

Dieter laughed, his eyes narrowing playfully, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “I can read you like a book,” he paused for theatrics as he moved in closer to Bryony, “a very steamy, page-turning book.” he finished with a wink.

She rolled her eyes, not immune to the charm but too tired to engage fully. “Flatterer.”

“It's one of my many skills,” he winked. “Along with cooking, making women swoon, and being irresistible even in an apron. Does any of that ring a bell?”

“Mostly the apron,” she retorted with a cheeky smile, taking another sip of her drink. “It really does add a certain je ne sais quoi to the whole Bravo experience.”

Dieter leaned in, his voice dropping to a sensual murmur. “Oh, I've got plenty more experiences to offer, just say the word.”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “I'm too tired for experiences right now, and you know it.”

“Ah, so it'll have to be Dieter: The Home Edition tonight,” he grinned, planting a quick but tender kiss on her lips. “Go change, and let's have dinner.”

She hesitated, her eyes searching his for a moment. “I'm sorry for coming home late, I wanted to be here.”

His expression softened, his flirtatious air replaced by genuine warmth. “It's okay, Daff. I know how much your work means to you. Besides, this gives me an excuse to indulge you a bit.”

She smiled, genuinely touched. “I'll be right back.”

Despite the fatigue that was soaked into her bones Bryony headed up the stairs to their bedroom to change. Happy to shirk the confines of the semi-formal attire the day had called for and released from the restrictions of underwires, she changed into more comfortable clothes and headed back downstairs. As she re-entered the kitchen, Dieter was just placing the final dish on the dining table.

“Ready to eat?” he asked, the suggestive glint in his eye did not go amiss.

“Starving,” she said, taking her seat and reaching for her drink Dieter had brought to the table, “for food, mostly.” 

“Mostly,” he winked as he sat across from her. “Well, the night is young, my love. Who knows what other appetites we might satiate.”

She couldn't help but laugh. “You're incorrigible.”

He raised his glass for a toast. “And you wouldn't have me any other way.”

“True,” she agreed despite shaking her head playfully, clinking her glass against his. “Very, very true.”

#october x 500 #autumnal offerings #dieter x bryony #dieter bravo fanfic #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo x ofc #dieter bravo x oc #pedro pascal character fanfiction

[gale-in-space]

Bryony my beloved

#the witch doodles #bryony #my ocs #artists on tumblr #space story #does she look like she has money. no. she has none. she can turn into a crow and that's it

[freckliedan]

you think dan and phil might not be uploading because they’re taking their april anniversary vacation early this year?

i don't think about them if they're not in my line of sight <3 i hope that helps!

but off the top of my head, no—they usually are public about their trips together. they like being able to be loud about their love to an audience of us and it's extra sappy on anniversary trips. + the pattern has been different since japhan 2019?

#i spend all my time thinking about my OCs and the symbolic meaning of rivers and such i can't help you <3 #jam replies #their most recent japan trip was With Bryony so not the same as an anniversary trip

[ysay-art]

A last moment before some big battle where they can't fight as an immediate team as part of some risky strategy.

(Prompt 27 from this prompt challenge)

#artists on tumblr #acridid-s #ysay-art #digital #doodle #Elden Ring #OC: Bryony

[steel--fairy]

playing b2 has made me muse on my verse's squad aka team punch ghetsis in the face

you've got bryony and hugh, childhood best friends who are on a quest to find hugh's sister's stolen purrloin and assault as many plasma grunts as they can on the way (okay second one's more hugh than bryony). concordia, who is clearly dealing with her trauma Very Well and trying to become a trainer. and zorua, who is looking for someone and has decided these weirdos are her best shot.

10/10 nothing will go wrong

idk i just love the idea that they look like they'd mug you for fun but are actually quite nice lol

#pokemon #trainer hugh #rival hugh #pokemon oc #zorua #concordia harmonia #oc: bryony #oc: zorua #art be mine

[smittyw]

dailies 8.14.23

sitcom poster

#dailies delivery #ocs #no id #bryony #qamar #frederick #nat #noemi #molly #idk what the point of this was. but if i ever mention 'the gang' or anything of that caliber this is who im referring to #this bunch isnt the most um. cohesive theyre just fucked up so i find them entertaining

[chaoticcomposition]

"If all goes according to plan, I’ll be home for supper.”

trying to explain to your daughter how what you're doing for lolth & the children of malice might be lethal but you can't specify what it is so you have to say goodbye in case you don't come home xoxo

#dungeons and dragons #dnd #d&d #drow #dark elf #paladin #dnd oc art #drawerings #ocs #azul 'bryony' aurellyn #nepenthe aurellyn #for something i'm writing #exandria #dumaran

[hairupintheair]

"He still won't wake up," Poppy fretted, leaning over the other Troll's still form. Her hand gently traced the side of his face. "Branch," she called, low and urgent, shaking his shoulder.

The feltdragon standing next to her frowned. She was still young, and wasn't an expert on injuries, by any means. But she didn't like the fact that he hadn't woken up yet, either. Bryony knew you were supposed to keep someone conscious if they had a concussion, but did that include if they were unconscious when you found them?

Poppy sighed. "If I had sparkbugs, I could give him a shock. That would wake him up."

The dragon's head turned toward her, wheels turning behind her golden yellow eyes. "A shock? Hmm…. Poppy, stand up."

The Troll blinked, curious, but did as asked.

Bryony lowered her head toward the ground until it hovered directly over the small prone figure. Poppy gulped. Thin lips parted on the long, slender muzzle, revealing rows of sharp white teeth each as long as Poppy's hand. The feltdragon peered down at Branch a moment more, then took a deep breath and let out a roar. The air filled with the sound. Poppy's hair and dress were blown back by the gust of breath.

"Ahhhhh!" Branch sat bolt upright, almost hitting the dragon's snout. His head tipped back and his eyes widened, taking in the sight of a gaping cavern of fangs hovering directly over him, his scream immediately climbing to a new octave. "AHHHHHH!"

"Branch! You're okay!" Poppy threw herself into his arms and he caught her automatically.

"Ahh?" His voice trailed off in a tone of confusion.

Feltdragon Info Post

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #oc trolls #trollsona #fic wip #bryony trolls #feltdragons trolls #branch trolls #poppy trolls #my art tag

[mrdraws]

SPEAKING of deranged bitches, here’s my nercromantic cyborg Eve and the necromancer/scientist who raised her from the dead, Bryony :)

#eve #bryony sinclair #art #ocs #cyberpunk #ttrpg #cyborg