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shimomcdragon · 6 months

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#oct 26 2023 #shimo's art #friend's oc #ranler hadeon

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malenchka · 4 months

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Just two imprisoned atrocious and evil murderers,,, in the same cell,,,, reading each other literature at night to pass the time cuz they’re super gay 😂 As per usual Hadeon (the idiot on the left) belongs to me, and my favorite boy in the whole world Logan (on the right) belongs to @crusnikroxas 😌💖💕🩷

#ocs #original characters #sketch #oc ship #myart #daghaw #Hadeon #Logan #daghaw prison au

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cruxafixx · 2 years

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Once again could not be bothered to color this but :/

#cruxafixxdraws #anyways here's hadeon #my art #flowers for danya #hadeon lomachenko #digital artist #digital art #ocs #original character

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sanguine-arena · 1 year

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sometimes a hockey team is a 17 year old prick who uses illusion magic and writes spells on his stick tape, a winger who literally gets in people's heads to make his opponents fight eachother, their teammate who is very magically gifted and also a werewolf, and their captain who uses the power of runes to support all of them in their antics

#ocs #original character #original characters #wip: slaughter season #team: zlarina mirage #ch: mage m.#ch: hadeon v.#ch: lune c.#ch: ravel a.#and yes i can and will happily elaborate #ive become obsessed with the mirage ever since i developed them #theyre the Speacialboy Team of the CSHL #but i love them very much. i went absolutely ham with them and i think thats so sexy of me

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fatkish · 2 months

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This is my Boku No Hero Academia O.C. in her civilian clothes/street clothes

Her name is Umiko Yurito

Age: 15

Birthday: April 26

Height: “5’2”

Favorite things: animals, learning medicine, Gyoza, Mezo Shoji, nature

Behind the scenes:

Umiko has a pet parrot (umbrella cockatoo) who she named Hadeon meaning destroyer. She trains the parrot to assist her in the field as a hero by being a messenger bird as well as a second pair of eyes. She brought her parrot to the entrance exams and has been granted permission to bring her parrot to school and have him in class.

She has two pet tarantulas as well as two cats named Mochi and Ceviche.

Most of her shirts are backless or have holes for wings.

Umiko lives in a small apartment above her privately operated “underground” medical clinic where she treats people who cannot afford to go to a regular clinic or hospital. Her most often patients are villains.

Umiko’s Mother was a Medical pro hero who specialized in medicine and owned/operated her own hospital. Umiko often visits her mom’s hospital and interns there using it to order medical supplies for her secret clinic.

If Umiko’s underground patients cannot afford care she has them pay be telling her a joke or giving her information like taxes, where to avoid getting mugged, best restaurants/good food stands, how to fix a car engine or any information that could be beneficial. She also tells the villains she treats not to tell her anything that would make her have to testify against them in a court of law.

If anyone needs help drawing or designing their own OC please feel free to send me a request

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ranler · 9 months

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☢ Welcome everybody, on my askblog. Do not be scared and send me some asks, I wouldn't mind listening and answering to you all, as long as you are not being disrespectful.

☢Hadeon Ranler, Ran ☢27 and human ☢He/him ☢Physicist and nuclear engineer

☢ASKS ARE CLOSED☢

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☢Mod: @gremzon ☢Mod blog: @gremzoff ☢Apocalypse AU Ranler: @survival-ranler ☢High school AU Ranler: @prof-ran

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last updated: 9/14/23; Changed links to other blogs, not a onceler oc

#ranler #ooc #pinned post

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harleyacoincidence · 2 months

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I was tagged by @the-down-upside-finch for the character voice tag game. The link to the post I was tagged in is here.

Here are the rules: Rewrite the line of dialogue from the person who tagged you into the voice of your OC’s! (You can include a short beat of action to help establish character if you want.) Pass on the tag with a new line of dialogue.

The phrase I was given is "Would you like help with that?" and I'll be using some characters from Tales of the Unfortunate Summoner.

Henriette: "Do you want some help?"

Hadeon: "No, no, let me do it."

Selene: "Listen, I can help. I think you need some."

Alyssa: "Are you alright?"

Olivia: "Hey! Can I help you out?"

Thomas: "Oh my God. You good?"

Blaise: "Might I be of assistance?"

Elliot: "Man, I'm not gonna lie, I think you need some help."

This is certainly a great way to understand the voices of your characters! I've never thought of doing something like this before.

Tagging (with no pressure) @fire-but-ashes-too @aziz-reads @rickie-the-storyteller @galactic-mystics-writes @lycaens @cafeforwriters @firesmokeandashes and anyone who would like to join!

Your phrase is "What do you think you're doing?"

#tales of the unfortunate summoner #tag game

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backboneofthevees · 6 months

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ִ ࣪𖤐 unnamed au

ok so new rtc au based off my ocs that literally 0 people will understand bc i haven't told anyone the whole story

ocean as aurora (time)

noel as hadeon (hate)

mischa as valentine (love)

ricky as astro (space)

penny as lux (day)

constance as terra (earth)

tammy as selena (night)

@sleepboysummer ok so

the two specific ones i'm talking about in this post, Lux and Selena (humanish versions of Day and Night are apart of a larger group of ocs that are humanish versions of different things (love, hate, day, night, time, space, and earth) and also they're gay in love

#exactly 0 ppl will understand #ignore that noel's the one switching with a character with a ukrainian name instead of mischa #ride the cyclone

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reegis · 4 months

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More Hadeon lore?? I love them sm

aaaa i love to talk about my dumb babies dont give me any excuse..

She’s actually part of like. a whole Thing. which i will now ramble about for ENTIRELY too long, so ill put it under the cut

ahhh im so bad at explaining things even tho theres like. a lot of lore & worldbuilding (by my standards anyways)

but basically all of my angel & demon OCs are part of an idea i have for an rpg/ttrpg?? set in a world where God, angels and demons all exist in the world, mainly in a sort of eldritch sense. God has essentially gone missing for thousands of years - with only scattered miracles to occasionally make Its presence known - and in Its absence, the angels have taken on their own warped interpretation of Its edict while the demons have wreaked havoc, and both have entwined themselves very heavily into human society (mostly to humanity’s detriment).

The players would create a character (human((religious, cult, or agnostic)), fallen angel, redemption demon, etc) that would give them certain skill sets/abilities/affinities depending on their choices, but the overall goal of the game is to Meet/Find God (and your characters reason for this would vary)

The continent in the game is basically one enormous mountain range, with the peaks actually reaching the heavens (think like olympus) with those living closer to the peaks being basically ultra religious societies who still believe God is there and everything that happens is still somehow part of Its plan, and those at the base and few small surrounding islands (which deal with much more demonic corruption and angelic attacks) doubting It still exists, and becoming home to fringe groups of cults creating their own deities (sometimes literally) and agnostics.

Players would meet somewhere at the base and progress up the mountain, and - depending on their group make-up - meet angels and demons along the way, both of which could potentially be foes or allies.

The angels exist in a hierarchy, with the seven Seraphim at the top, but almost all of them pose a potential danger. With God no longer at the reigns, the angels have had centuries to interpret Its will however they see fit. Many of the lowest ranking angels still hold the original ideals and are mostly harmless, granting blessings and offering sage advice, but are of no Real help. Of the higher ranking angels, many have gained their own twisted sort of moral compass and have lost touch with Gods original love for mankind. What is or isn’t a sin, what deserves punishment or what deserves blessing, has become subjective to them and they bestow their judgment upon mankind with great prejudice.

The demons exist in a hierarchy as well. As angels stripped of their holy power (and thus blinded) when they attempted to overthrow God, they seek to earn back their power and sight by stealing souls. The harder to corrupt a soul is, the more power they obtain when that soul finally succumbs. Lower level/weaker demons mainly seek to cause wide spread devastation and death, as they dont have the power to corrupt, but feed on any souls lost. Higher level demons are more insidious, possessing or manipulating people in power, in search of “higher quality” souls to assist their climb.

There are also a small group of “fallen” angels and “redeemed” demons, who exist sort of outside of the status-quo since they no longer fit neatly into either group. Fallen angels are (usually lower ranking) angels that have fallen in love with humanity and rejected their base angelic nature to live amongst them. They forfeit most of their angelic power and assume a more human-like appearance in order to live amongst the humans they adore, but have a still-perceivable “otherness” that leaves them mostly an outcast. Redemption demons are somewhat similar; they have gained/retained enough love for humanity since their fall that they no longer seek to claim human souls for power and are instead attempting to regain Gods love through redemption and acts of kindness. Falling from heaven has irrevocably changed them physically, however, and they face great hardships attempting to fit in to human society.

Of the Seraphim, Hadeon represents the Wrath of God. He is tasked with finding and punishing sinners, those who would blaspheme or turn against God. Originally she was the fair hand of Justice, but in the centuries of Gods absence, his sense of right and wrong have become irrevocably warped. Their presence can first be felt with the smell of ozone, and a sudden intense pressure, like a storm on the horizon. She, and the army of angels under her command, hunt sinners through the streets, meting out their vigilante justice. Where he goes, indescriminate bloodshed almost always follows.

Her mindset is entirely black and white, but despite eons walking the earth they retain a naïveté of human society that makes her pretty easily distractable. He can occasionally be reasoned with and/or distracted, and even more rarely convinced to bestow a blessing.

Hadeon is one of the first Minor bosses the player faces, and your decision to either befriend, escape, or kill her will play a role in your later encounter with other higher angels.

obviously there are all of the other Seraphim, and other high ranking demons that have their own names/info/etc i could literally keep going on and on abt them & more in depth world building forever probably but i will stop now 😔

#this is technically an old anon but. i want to talk about my dumb worldbuilding so now u all have to look at it ty💖💖💖#asks #my art #oc #oc: hadeon #if any of u actually read all of that i owe u my first born child or smthn fjfjfj

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shimomcdragon · 3 months

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gift for @gremzon !!! happy birthday

#jan 18 2024 #shimo's art #friend's oc #oc art #original character #oc #art #artists on tumblr #hadeon ranler #Öndólfur

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gremzon · 10 months

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☢WELCOME ON MY TUMBLR!!!☣

☢You can call me Grem, I'm 19, I'm Neurodivergent, trans and aroace :] My pronouns are He/him.I'm a digital artist💚 I might open commisions if i get enough reach, so please consider sharing my art, check my other socials (links down bellow) and donate on kofi if you can

☣More under the cut, I don't bite :) (jk I might)

☢Welcome in my toxic mess! I post about anything and my current hyperfixations (they change every weeks), so it might get messy. This blog is even messier because i struggle to follow my own tags and forget about them

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☢Quick boundaries☣

☣I don't have a dni list because i think they are stupid, but i still block people who makes me uncomfortable;

☢My DMs and asks are open, as long as you're not a creep;

☣I do not post straight up NSFW but my blog isn't intented for underage people, scroll at your own risk!;

☢If you want to draw for me, please do not draw NSFW or anything harmfull :) no shipping either, unless I said it was ok;

☣I'm not really the most comfortable about roleplaying, so unless we are close, please don't ask;

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Last updated: 17/02/24- cleaned up some things

#pinned #grem stuff #intro post #i had to code everything in html my head hurts haha #cw eyestrain

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mt-musings · 1 year

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Bluebell

Chapter 31

After being abruptly transferred to the BAU at what she suspects was Gideon's request, Cassie Boann struggles to find her footing. Shy and solitary by nature, the transition is made all the more difficult when Dr. Spencer Reid seems to take an almost immediate dislike to her. Unfortunately for them both, their respective areas of expertise leave them paired off more often than not. But when Cassie's past literally starts hunting her, Spencer is forced to consider that he might, in fact, not hate her at all.

Quite the opposite, actually.

Spencer Reid x OC

Warnings: Canon typical violence, kidnapping, stalking, drug use, blood, injury, death, PTSD, eventual smut, more tags to be added

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31. Цепь

She had a name: Hadeon Lyvychko.

A name, and not much else.

She had fresh samples being set to the Smithsonian, a box of police reports, and a pounding headache from not sleeping for 34 hours.

But it was still a name.

She watched as the tarmac grew closer, the familiar swooping sensation in her stomach as the wheels landed on pavement.

All she wanted to do was either sleep for four days or find a back alley doctor willing to give her an IV drip of caffeine so she could keep working and working until something made sense, until she had an answer. Somehow both seemed entirely nauseating.

She pulled her bag from the overhead compartment, swinging it over her shoulder. She still had to find a new place on top of everything else—and she doubted she’d get as lucky as she had with her current sublet. She’d probably end up somewhere blocks off the Green Line again. Though she was sure it’d be cheaper than what she was currently paying. Probably by a lot.

She stepped out of the gate and turned to dig into her bag for her Metro card. It’d be less of a fuss to take the Blue Line than finding a cab. And she could read on the train without getting sick—

“Cass! Over here!”

She looked up to see Spencer waving at her. She couldn’t help the smile that curved her lips or the flush that gathered high in her cheeks as she jogged over to meet him.

“What are you—aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

“Hey, hello, I missed you too,” he said, hesitating a moment before pulling her into a one-armed hug, “Hotch let me out early to pick you up on the condition I don’t let you back in the office until at least Monday.”

Cassie hugged him back, too tight, burying her face in his jacket. She spent a moment just breathing in his familiar scent and feeling his arm around her. She knew it was out of character but at that moment she just wanted to be held.

“Are you alright?”

She didn’t know how to respond. How could she explain the rollercoaster of the last three days, of digging up her grandfather, who she learned was an abusive prick, and picking the shards of bones that would be sent back to the lab for testing? Of seeing, for the first time, the places that had been the backdrop of her mother’s young life. Of finally finding that elusive lead, a name.

And that name being the half-uncle she’d never known existed.

That she did, perhaps, still have some family out there, family that had ensured that she had no one else.

That she grew up alone and terrified.

She took a step back, forcing a smile. “Yeah, sorry. Just glad to be back.”

She could feel him searching her face, feel him profiling her behavior and she dropped her gaze to the dirty linoleum of the floor, muttering something about making sure her bag didn’t get lost before not-quite-running towards baggage claim.

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Spencer had insisted on carrying her luggage to the car, despite her protests. She followed him, feeling awkward with nothing to do.

Cassie paused outside the passenger door of Spencer’s car, looking at the plain white box tied with a wide purple bow that sat on the seat.

“Open it,” he said, sounding almost nervous.

She glanced up at him, brows furrowed, before untying the bow and opening the box. Inside was a spiral-bound soft cover book, the front page carefully lamented.

Identifying Victims of Serial Murder through Partial Skeletal Remains

By Cassandra Boann, BS, MS, MSc

“I know that you said that you didn’t have time to finish it and that Voron’kiv was more important, but I wanted you to have the option to still submit. It’s—it’s all yours, all I did was make some grammatical edits and there were a couple of calculations that were a bit off that I fixed. I just—“ he checked his watch, “there’s still two hours until the deadline, if you wanted to submit it.”

She just stared at the book he’d made her, trying to stop her hands from shaking. She knew she was crying, knew she should reach up and wipe away the tears before Spencer noticed, but she couldn’t stop staring at the book in her hands.

Spencer barely even used his computer at work. He hadn’t had the original file, he’d re-typed the whole thing, all three-hundred-odd pages.

“I’m sorry, it was probably overstepping, I just—“

She wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you. Thank you. This—this is one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me.”

Spencer stiffened for a second under her touch before hugging her back, pressing his face into her hair.

“Do you want to go drop it off?” He asked, voice slightly muffled by her hair. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She just smiled, biting her lip as she brushed the tears from her cheeks.

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Spencer glanced to the passenger seat where Cassie was still staring at the book he’d made out of her dissertation, a small smile curving her lips. She’d tied the ribbon to the top handle of her backpack, something that he was sure Penelope would notice and tease him for, considering she’d helped him pick it out.

Beneath the smile, though, there was something darker. A new weight on her shoulders, one he’d noticed the moment she’d stepped off the plane.

He wondered what she’d found in Voron’kiv that had left such deep shadows under her eyes, like bruises, what weight had bowed her shoulders. He didn’t know whether it was better to bring it up or let it be. On one hand, acknowledging it could be validating and help her to not have to deal with whatever it was alone and on the other—he knew what it felt like for people to try and get you to open up before you were ready. How invasive it felt.

He didn’t want to make anything worse, especially now that she’d just gotten back. He’d missed her, enough that everyone had noticed at work. He was half sure it was the reason Hotch had come down to his desk after lunch to tell him to go pick up Cassie and make sure she got home safe. He’d been less than pleased once he found out from Gideon that Cassie’s idea of ‘vacation days’ was flying halfway across the world to follow a lead on a cold case she was barely officially assigned to.

It was easier than he thought to find street parking, though he hated every second it took to parallel park on the uneven pavement. From there it was only a short walk to the Museum of Natural History and the side door that lead to Cassie’s lab.

The halls were tiled, the floors the same off-white linoleum of seemingly all government building built in the 1970s. But the rooms off the halls were filled with whirring machines, some he recognized and some he didn’t, enameled examination tables, and in one room a tank filled with hundreds of beetles.

“They’re dermestid beetles. They eat away the remaining flesh on remains without compromising the integrity of the bones.”

“Gross,” Spencer replied flatly, trying not to look too hard at what else might be in the tank. Cassie just giggled, the sound infuriatingly adorable, especially in regards to flesh-eating beetles.

She lead him through a maze of hallways, ending in a large room filled with rows and rows of carefully labeled storage boxes.

“This is the Unidentified Collection. I do most of my work for Dr. Garvey here, and some for the Bureau too, though not as much now that I’m with the BAU. He should be around here somewhere,” she said, glancing down the long rows of shelves.

Dr Garvey was seated at a wooden desk in the back, looking over a stack of paperwork. He looked much the same as the last time, with his three piece tweed suit and puff of white hair, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on the tip of his nose.

He stood back and watched as she went up to Dr. Garvey to hand him the manuscript, as the little old man let out a shout and wrapped her in a hug as he took it.

“Ooooh, finally! Finally Cassandra! Oh, you had me going this time, I must admit! Not that I don’t want to see you back in the lab next semester, but I’m much happier to welcome you back as Dr. Boann.”

“I—I think Spence—Dr. Reid took your words to heart last time, because he helped me finish it. I couldn’t have done it without him.”

Dr. Garvey whipped around to face him, his face lighting up. “Dr. Reid! I didn’t even see you there, my apologies!”

“She’s being far too modest. All I did was check the grammar and print it.”

Dr. Garvey just beamed at him before turning back to Cassie.

“This calls for a celebration! I’m taking the pair of you out for dinner.”

“No-no-no-no-no, thank you, but I—we can’t. I just got off a plane and Spencer—“

“I’m free,” he said, a smile playing on his lips. “All weekend.”

Cassie glared at him which only made Dr. Garvey laugh, clapping her on the back.

“Ooh, I like him, Cassandra, I think he’s a keeper! How about Sunday then? That’ll give you a day to get rid of your jet lag. There’s this wonderful fusion restaurant in Georgetown and it’s got a very large vegetarian menu so I know you’ll be able to find something you’ll like. I’ll make a reservation and email you, alright?”

“You really don’t have to—“

“I want to. Now Dr. Reid, I’m counting on you to get her home safe and make sure she rests and I’ll see you both Sunday.”

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