#oc: myr

[kollapsar]

Caught

Personal work between commissions.

#my art stuff #knight #fantasy #painting #illustration #hunter #winter #my ocs #they're new ocs but here i am drawing them in full render hayy #gay #oc: ontai #oc: myr

[carrotshark]

MITSUBA DAY ‼

#I FORGOT about mitsuba day i had to speedrun this in half a day #tbhk #jshk #toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun #mitsuba #mitsuba sousuke #tbhk mitsuba #jshk mitsuba #myr makes art #my dad walked in on me drawing this and i had to lie and say this was my oc because i didnt want to explain the toilet manga to him

[vrshxw]

Vengeance.

Sandor Clegane x fem!Martell!OC

Fucking a stranger while being held prisoner by the Brotherhood Without Banners wasn't Adora Martell's brightest idea.

warnings: sexual content (piv), slight!irrelevant!bondage

word count: 1.2k

A/N:!this is only the first chapter of my ongoing fanfic on wattpad (vrshxw), so for additional content check it there!

The small ray of sun that glistened through the cracks of the wooden caravan was the only thing that kept her sane. It was a hope, a reminder of the freedom she had and could reclaim.

The time spent locked away was measured by the strained, drunk voices of the Brotherhood, mainly Thoros'. As long as the sun was still shining he was chirping and groaning and humming. A not so foreign want to smash her head against the filthy wood of the caravan crept in again and again until he went to sleep. But even then, the bastard will start moaning and bluffing.

Adora could only wait patiently and enjoy some of the only moments of silence she'll get until the thieves finished their meal. She only ate during supper, enough to survive and be able to sleep without having a growling stomach and the Brotherhood quickly realised that after some failed attempts to shove food up her throat, thinking she'd starve herself.

The small door suddenly opened, pulling her out of thought. A couple of hysterical laughs were loudly audible, as she heard them throwing some other cursed soul in. "We have found you a friend, princess!" The archer's comment brought an even scowl to her figures.

And then, it was dark a quiet again. The new companion was silent as fuck, not even moving from the place in which the thieves put him. Adora cleared her throat, trying to get some reaction out of him. A man it seemed he was, a voluminous man, by the struggle of the Brotherhood to get him in. What kind of man his size let some cunts like them to capture him? She was dying to get the bag off her head and see him. The tight ropes around her and the smelly bag on her head that caused more grease to appear in her hair were the aftermath of a failed attempt of escaping. Damn the archer! If it wasn't for him she'd be far already. But no, he had to fire his arrow right into her already too weakened calf. The wound was long forgotten, one of their pathetic excuse of a healer made sure to add some salve on and bind it with rags. That was several weeks ago, months maybe, she was sure it was healed, however she couldn't test it due to the bindings around her.

She cleared her throat again, louder this time, bored by the man's quiet nature. After some minutes of listening to his even breath that reeked of cheap ale, Adora finally realised that he was unconscious. She huffed loudly, the first sound she let out for some good days.

Was it a couple of hours? Or just mare minutes? The dornish princess couldn't say. The man finally moved, letting out a hoarse groan.

He attempted to move, and only after he tried he realised that there were ropes that bound his whole body tightly.

A bitter voice laughed at him.

His eyes travelled in the dark of the caravan to catch the glimpse of the figure of a woman. Her binds were matching his, however she had a bag over her head, that prevented her from seeing his face.

The man's gaze continued to scan his surroundings, only finding unknown, the small ray of sun on the roof that allowed the smallest amount of light in showing him just that.

"Lost?" The woman's mocking voice stopped his gazing around. It was almost like her stare could burn through the bag on her head, allowing her to see every one of his chaotic moves, that ideed signaled that he was confused.

"Who the fuck are you?" He asked, thankful she couldn't see the look on his face, because if she did she would've seen a perplexed idiot.

He could feel the woman's smirk under her bag. "Someone not very differed from yourself"

The man let out a sound that could be classified as a laugh, even though it was more like a sneer. "I doubt that"

Her nostrils flared "You might be right actually, I could never stink the way you do"

He scoffed at her response, yet finding it quite appealing. He was need of a bath indeed. He could tell the woman also haven't got the chance to bathe in a while, but it was clearly not as bad as in his case.

"You don't know what I'd give for a bath" He grumbled, now paying a precise attention to the smell of his sweat.

"And perhaps a maiden or two to massage your shoulders as you do so, I take it?" She rose a brow inside the dullnes of her bag, her tone obvious, familiar to the nature of men.

"I might make you to do so, you seem quite content with it" He straightened his posture, stretching his tired bones.

She let out a 'hmph', tilting her head. "Well, I am quite entertaining"

The corner of his lip twitched. "Bet you are." For the first time he took his time to check her out and analyse every inch of her.

Feeling his deep stare, she crawled closer to him as fast as she could due to the ropes. She stopped next to him, bringing her chest forward. He somehow twisted is hand in the bindings and made a move to grip her arse.

She let out a faint chuckle, understating he had the same desires-no, desperations as her.

It was plain that neither of them had the chance to fulfil their needs. He took advantage of the fact that she wasn't able to see his face. She might be the only woman who fucked him wiggly, except the older whores that would fuck any man without remorse, but still they were paid whores and she was a willing woman for all he knew.

She ended up in his lap, undoing her breeches as his hands were tied behid his back unable to move, leaving all the word to be done by her.

Both of them groaned feeling her grind against him before succeeding to slip inside her with an even guttural moan. Her shoulders were pressed against his armoured chest, leaning on it to help herself ride him with the lack of balance the ropes around her legs gave her.

Adora found herself letting sounds loud enough for the members of the Brotherhood outside to hear them, the rough slapping of her bottom on him, along with his groans there and there. A faint headache would root at the level of her head from all the noise she was doing, as she felt herself tightening around him, but it was good, not only because she was close to her peak, but because it felt like revenge, like those thieves outside were paying for it with their ears falling off and unsuccessful curses.

And she continued to do so, until she, herself was tired of the vengeful sounds she was making.

read future chapters on wattpad

#sandor clegane #sandor clegane x oc #sandor clegane smut #game of thrones #game of thrones fanfiction #a song of ice and fire #house martell #dorne #thoros of myr #the brotherhood without banners #smut #fanfic #mdni #the hound #sandor clegane fanfic

[myrmyrtheorca]

THE FACT THAT I INTRODUCED MY OCS TO THE INTERNET MEANS I CAN FINALLY SHARE THIS SILLY OLD DOODLES OF MYR AND (beta) LIDIJA DRESSED UP FOR HALLOWEEN 👻

So...have some Halloween in April, idc. Otherwise they will never get posted.

#lidija is supposed to be dressed as Mew Berry from Tokyo Mew Mew #it may not be clear so I thought to specify #myr is a bat because she gives trash rat vibes #but make it spooky #khr oc #khr fanfic #khr killer whale

[arcademgmt]

i think he needs a good cry actually and i know everything ever so of course i am right

fun bonus context: this occurs after the A support convo which is like... maybe a few days at best after he and myr reunite. he had managed to not break up until that point but they hug and he really gets to feel that myr is Physically There Again. and it does him in. probably just sniffled a little at first and tried to play it off but myr did not give him the opportunity to pretend he wasn't emotionally overwhelmed and he finally lost the five year Do Not Cry Challenge

#fire emblem three houses #fe3h #fe3h oc #fire emblem three houses oc #bylethsona #by the way. despite what he says he would literally never let anyone else see him cry #but the fact that he really didn't want myr to see him like that still stands true. Sigh #i am captivated by his joyous whimsy and perpetual struggle with true vulnerability. #under the 500 layers of silly but seemingly well-adjusted diplomat he's a sopping wet cat with so many Issues.

[rainswolfs]

opening my coat and pictures of my silly loser ocs fall out of it. picrew!!

#in order from left to right. raeran > myr > akiré > lockesque #wasn't able to give myr his red highlights and burn marks 😔 #no one cares but this is for ME only so we stay silly #also this is your permission to show me ur ocs and send them over for a playdate. thank u

[tryanmybest]

writing is insane actually bc today i replaced a falling in love montage with my main character confronting all of his trauma because things were going too well

#ocs #oc #original characters #myr and red #writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #ryan likes talking #ryan wrytes!!

[stachedocs]

Kat's beloved plotbunnies | A Song of Ice and Fire | Introducing THAEDA STONE of Strongsong (of the Brotherhood without Banners) For each man the bell only tolls twice. Once to commemorate his coming to the world. The second time to mourn his departure from it. For a long time now Thaeda Stone thought that despite their ancient wisdom, the first of House Belmore must have made a mistake. The words rarely carried certainty. For her alone, the bells began to sing the day she was fathered and have not yet stopped since. First time they rang in the year 270 After the Conquest, at the tourney at Ironoaks where many victories were celebrated — among them first and foremost the birth of Morton Waynwood — but none were felt as passionately as the victory of Lord Nestor Royce over the Lord Benedar Belmore. Lord Royce made Benedar a joust loser and while the defeated washed dirt off his back and mourned the loss of his best horse, the champion made him a loser once more in his own bed where he lay with his good lady wife until sunup. At the tourney at Ironoaks, Nestor Royce took Benedar Belmore’s triumph and he took his dignity. He also took the Lady Marla Belmore’s heart to keep forever. Second time the bells struck when Thaeda of Strongsong was born nine months later and almost all would believe her as Lord Benedar’s own. She came out of her mother with a head of hair like molten copper, almost as red as the leaves of a weirwood. Almost all were fooled and would be forever and a day were it not for the mother’s pride that punctured the secret, her love for Nestor Royce, and her spite. Lady Marla made her daughter out of love, for herself to have and soothe her loneliness. She lost her too soon to her husband’s pridefulness, because what purpose did a bastard have in the house but to remind him every day of his dishonour? So the third song the bells chanted when Thaeda Belmore died on her tenth name day and when she instead became Thaeda Stone, sired anew by Nestor Royce. He fostered the small girl — Ted as all familiarly called her — with a surprising show of dedication no-one had expected of him. And while Runestone and The Gates of The Moon were not quite places for little girls, they were a home fit enough for women who aspired to toughness. Women, who above all admired resilience and integrity — for that was what the mountains taught them and what they knew. And when the bells tolled for the fourth time, it was to shatter these principles. The bells set off a chain of events like the spring avalanches, and brought with them first the death of Lord Arryn, then the coming of Catelyn Stark and her peculiar prisoner. A disquieting tilt of power over the Vale. And then, finally, the failing of Lord Nestor to stand with his cousin against Lord Protector Petyr Baelish on account of a bribe, of all things. Lord Nestor proved that Ted was always a mere afterthought to his legitimate children; that honesty was an afterthought to ambition. Taeda felt it was time to speak against the cowardice and hypocrisy of men, but feared it might be too late. Because what purpose did a bastard have in the house but to remind everyone of their dishonour?

A/N: She's here! As an OC, Ted was actually born some nine or ten years ago when I first read ASOIAF, only she was never given an opportunity to grow. So this is a big THANK YOU to all who have inspired and enabled me to finally bring her to life. A special thanks goes to @samwilsonns and @kingsroad. I love you guys, thank you for everyhing!

#ocappreciation #fyeahasoiafocs #fyeahgotocs #fyeahgameofthronesocs #my ocs #oc: thaeda stone #lem lemoncloak #thoros of myr #brotherhood without banners #lady stoneheart #catelyn stark #lem lemoncloak x oc #oc: marla borrell #m* edit #my writing

[einsatzzz]

OC Crossovers (1/3): Tea Time with Myr and Lidija (@myrmyrtheorca 's OCs!) Kurumi may or may not be telling Lidija about shoujo manga while Myr is just chilling there and relaxing from the nice atmosphere.

#khr #khre #khr oc #oc #einart #ninomiya kurumi #khr killer whale #myr killer whale #lidija killer whale #myrmyrtheorca #ninomiya kanako #me trying to cope from the hell level temp that is a SEA country temp #by imagining it's around the transition of autumn to winter there #and they're having warm tea while discussing various topics in a kotatsu #i say while suddenly remembering how i opened the faucet earlier and the supposed cold running water is already preheated by the weather #ALSO THE 1/3 COUNTER IS FOR REAL THIS TIME I ALR HAVE 2 OTHER SKETCHES WITH OTHER FRIENDS' OCS PROCESSING IN GL4ZE RN #bc the other times i put a counter it didn't end up having a next part sdjfbsdfjhbds #also yeah those tea are csp 3d assets lmaooo if im gonna be fr here i only know how to draw beautiful wome--- i mean people #plus my body pain is flaring like crazy the past few days i keep passing out #so i can't do full colored pieces too much ueueueue #BODY PAIN WON'T STOP ME FROM DRAWING OCS THO #anyway i hope i was able to draw myr and lidija correctly; did my best to do so sdjfshjvf they're so 🥹🥹💖💖 #i esp think lidija and kurumi would get along a lot #then myr would often get caught off guard by kurumi's compliments hehe #kana is just sizing them up and observing from afar; she's just very wary like that #wow im glad they do those “see more” thingie for tags so i can go free real estate in here

[fungsly]

Sillies

#digital art #shading #oc #art #oc art #welcome home #welcomehomeoc #sketch #magma #sketches #dr. C #Myr phylum #pop rocks #digital artist #artists on tumblr

[kollapsar]

What better way to celebrate MerMay than macking on one?

#gay #mermaid #mlm #mermay #mermay 2023 #my art stuff #oc: ontai #oc: myr #edit: ah heck meant to schedule this. oh well. enjoy this early

[gamma-rae]

#Maz'shirza'teth #maz #Myr'zara'teth #Myr #idiots twins #githyanki #i'm too lazy to find the original shitpost but i just put our ocs to an existing one this is not my joke

[hallowraith]

I’m in the process of updating my dinosona. Here’s some doodles of what might be a new face.

#stegosaurid #Miragaia longicollum #sketches #wips #sona #Myr will still be around but Vyr is now receiving the OC treatment #I liked my time as her but I am not a Her #sketch #wraithdraw

[myrmyrtheorca]

work hours are for doodling the results of interacting with your lovely mutuals. (inspired by @einsatzzz 's lovely reblog which I will answer as soon as I get home in a few hours)

#myr isn't uses to receiving compliments #often has to ask Dija what words mean #Dija reads more books than her #knows her vocabulary #khr #katekyo hitman reborn #reborn #khr fanfic #khr oc #khr killer whale

[strawburrymstakes]

Does Myr have a type?

Remember: it's not that they're your type, they're your pattern.

#ffxiv #ffxiv wol #lgbtqia #ffxiv screenshots #ffxiv screenies #ffxiv gpose #ocs #ffxiv rp #fem au ra #au ra #ephemie #maybe I ship these two?? #but that would mean myr would be settling on a romantic relationship #she fears commitment

[wakeofvultures]

I’m feeling brave and bold today, so you get a random doodle that turned into something fancier than a doodle of Caius and my oc, Myrtis from my fic. The Myr of this drawing has been my pfp for a bit and I just keep hesitating on posting because idk if I want to keep this design for either of them rip. I’ve also improved a bit since this, but you know what I want to post more art

He is realizing that he now bears the heavy burden of parenthood and stares in horror. He doesn’t know the horrors that await. Ahem, chapter 21, my beloved.

#I write from Myr’s pov but to 90% of people she’s kinda creepy. she stares too long and is very unbothered by horrific things 80% of the tim #I also am not used to drawing feet #fic: cracks in the crypt #oc: myrtis #twilight #caius volturi #volturi #the volturi #twilight renaissance #the twilight saga #twilight saga #twilight revival #art #abyssal stuff #abyssal arts #illustration #painting #drawing #digital art #artist on tumblr #art on tumblr #my stuff