#oc: riley

[moonlitalien]

Painted my League of Legends OCs Ivory (Noxus) and Riley (Piltover) in the style of Arcane!!

#moonlit art #league of legends #arcane #lol oc #league of legends oc #arcane oc #runeterra #OC: Ivory #OC: Riley #painting

[thegreatobsesso]

mmkay. well. I can already tell this is gonna be my favorite new painting. :|

I... am excited. My brain has never been more satisfied than it was coloring in those tiny slices and I have SO MANY MORE TO GO. buzz buzz buzzzzzzzzzzzzz 🧠

#oc art #oc: callie #oc: riley #the insuppressible callie ray #art post #digital painting #stained glass #STAINED GLASS #HRRNNGGGGHHHHHHH #IT;S MAKING MY BRAIN SO HAPPY

[bonesuh]

mmmhappytrailmmmm

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #cp2077 photomode #cp77 #cyberpunk 2077 photomode #cyberpunk oc #cyberpunk photomode #oc: riley #Riley “V31L” Marco #V31L #male v #male v oc #male v cyberpunk #happytrail #YEAH IM TAGGING THAT!! WHAT ABOUT IT!!! #cyberpunk vp #vp #masc v

[ehnrat]

looking at old Riley doodles like i should develop you more, maybe a lil revamp too hrmmmhrmmm

#he's part of this monster universe i have and i remember making him Clam's cousin #my stuff #old stuff #ehn misc #oc: Riley #doodles

[alltimefail-sims]

This isn't the best screenshot I could have gotten; the colors are wonky, the lighting is bad, meh. But first kiss!! Yay!!

Oh and then this happened:

Your honor, let the record show that these gays have only been on one!! date!!! A date which, btw, wasn't even finished yet when Vanesha popped the question to move in together. This was only roughly 10 in-game minutes after their first kiss.

Riley said yes obviously, but still

#They've not had a single bad interaction. Not one. It's kind of wild tbh #But you know what they say about the lgbt's... we move fast ya'll. Lesbian UHaul here we come #I guess Riley won't have to worry about rent now since she's moving in with her landlord skdksdlak #Questionable business model but I'll take it #Also this low budget low effort gameplay is all I have to offer in these trying times. RIP but I'm exhausted #Hugs hope ya'll have a wonderful and gentle holiday #vanesha cahyaputri #ts4 gameplay #ts4 screenshots #ts4 #simblr #the sims 4 #sims 4 #ts4 for rent #*4rgp #oc: riley

[eldritchcryptids]

theyre here. theyve arrived.

#my ocs #oc: riley #oc: erin #digital art #art #fnaf phone dude #fnaf #fnaf oc

[ohheyitsyouagain]

got all the unmarked babies done!! praying to get lots of art of them this art fight because I love them so so much

from left to right: eddie, riley, tama, takara

#furry #furry art #safe fur work #anthro #cat #cat furry #oc #ocs #unmarked #oc: eddie #oc: riley #oc: tama #oc: takara #d.png

[alaskanexile]

I'm a FUCKING idiot and forgot my New Vegas Courier oc in my list of horribly maimed characters, so:

Doc' "Three Guns" Riley (birth name Brynhildr): A badly healed bullet scar on the right side of her forehead, countless scars from battle all scross her body, whip marks raking her back from her time as a Legion slave, and the surgical scars along her spine and in-between her breasts from when the Think Tank replaced them with machines. Her lungs have been devastated by her time in the Red poison cloud of the Sierra Madre, haunting her with shallow breathing, a rasp to her voice, and an ever worsening cough.

She has brain damage from the gunshot to the head that's robbed her of much of her memory and is only being worsened by her Mentat abuse. Her brain damage primarily manifests as physical issues with unintended muscle spasms and a spotty short-term memory that nessitates obsessive note-taking. Her handwriting is unsurprisingly at times completely illegible due to these factors.

Meanwhile, the chemical imbalances from extended mentats abuse is causing auditory and visual hallucinations. She regularly hears voices and sees entire creatures and people. She chooses to believe these are ghosts, but has seen people who are still very much alive and creatures that do not exist at all. The severity of these delusions would likely lessen if she stopped using, but by this point, the damage has become irreversible.

#oc: riley #setting: the house and the woman inside it #so shock of all shocks Sindrina technically has competition for most physically fucked up OC ig #like yeah Sindrina is literally a pile of organs in an artificial body at this point but most of her stuff works properlyish at least

[stridingwriter]

👻 ghost: can you tease some wip ideas that have been haunting you/something you want to write in the future?

Okay so my whole thing is that I have chronic and continuous brainrot in regards to Ares and Viktor. Specifically their time together. Which means, while yes, Ares is dead in the main WIP, I do have so many notes about their time together. They are the OTP of all of my OC ships.

Basically their whole history and their intersections with Leo from Sacrificial Lamb as well as Julius. Just the Cardinals in general have been itching at me very much. Like they were basically their own little found family of sorts who were super protective of each other who had a terrible fallout after their Captain dies.

Similarly, I have ideas for the three ex-military men as well as Ophelia who is more of player in Leo's storyline (they're the one m/f ship that I really do enjoy). Which involves Cato coming back from the dead to go home, Julius dealing with the fact that Cato comes back wrong and the three trying to fix their relationship again. Which then brings up another WIP.

Namely, the existence of Lucas Liu who's a detective who has his storyline in parallel to Viktor's. Also is the one who actually gets Leo to open up again after Sacrificial Lamb. Which also means that Sebastian and Orion are also a thing, specifically Lucas is trying to catch Sebastian to prove himself while dragging Leo around for the ride. That means Sebastian's whole crew also exists and they have their own story.

So... you can see that I have many WIPs who grow on top of each other... There is just, so much to explore in the universe (mainly the city itself) which doesn't even include the ones that happen outside of the city itself. Such as my professor/student ship (Yang Fu and Hugo Wright) that happens a couple hours outside of the main city so they aren't even impacted too much by the happenings.

And there's the most disjointed little story I have about an obsessed artist (a director) and his muse who are off doing their own things. Riley and Jules are busy trying to learn how to communicate through the arts while shit is hitting the fan around them.

#eli rambles #thank u for the ask!!! #behold #a ramble #oc: ares #oc: viktor shui #oc: julius wu #oc: cato #oc: ophelia #oc: sebastian wei #oc: orion #oc: yang fu #oc: hugo wright #oc: riley #oc: jules

[werelocke]

sorry no post in 100000 years... dying in the mines 😳

#my art #My characters #MY OCs #werewolf #monsters #sketches #yeah i would sloppy kiss a werewolf. I think everyone here would #oc: riley #oc: kirby

[art-of-fff]

silly goofers

#oc: riley #oc: Ace #<- friend’s oc #digital art #procreate #oc #artists on tumblr

[moonlitalien]

A little fanart of my League of Legends OC Riley, and Brand - their relationship is difficult because Brand has a hard time dealing with finally knowing what it's like to have someone truly care for him...

#league of legends #league of legends oc #Brand #arcane oc #runeterra oc #moonlit art #OC: Riley #not swtor

[thegreatobsesso]

Word find tag: high, low, tall, and short

Thanks to my brilliant friend @winterandwords for the tag 😍😍😍

high

Callie POV

An icy wind whipped at her hair, but she didn’t dare shift into her natural power to conjure warmth against it. Not when she looked down and saw nothing but a steep drop into a freezing, craggy valley.  She was fine. She needed matter near her for the Matter magic to push on but at worst, she’d fall very far to an inconvenient place with an embarrassing but soft landing.  Probably.  Well, she’d never really tested it fully - never fallen from quite so high, onto quite as treacherous terrain.  Couldn’t be much farther.

low

Simon POV

The toddler certainly had a set of lungs. She sat upright on a low bed, her face screwed up and beet red, screaming bloody murder.  “Hey,” he said softly, bending down and lifting her from under her arms. “Shh, shh. It’s okay.”  Except it wasn’t – not even close. The contact brought Miriam’s dismay into excruciatingly vivid color. The bed that used to be safe wasn’t safe anymore. She woke up and Bobo was gone. That never happened, it was wrong, he should be here and he was gone and she’d never see him again, her best friend.   At the far end of the bed, a stuffed pink rabbit with floppy ears was splayed on the floor, half covered by a displaced blanket. “Uh oh, who’s this?” he asked aloud even though he knew quite well, picking it up and holding it in front of Miriam.  Her mind instantly went still and her wet little eyes widened in relief. 

tall

Riley POV

“You’re about to witness a miracle which hasn’t been performed since our leader walked among us,” Adrian announces grandly. There’s an air of anticipation; the loudest sound in the room is the soft crackling of the colorless flames. “Trudy, please come forward.”  There are tears in the pale woman’s eyes, but she holds herself straight-backed and tall. She’s offered herself up for this: a way to finally, finally, pull her family name up from the dirt.  Adrian takes her hands in his own and kisses her knuckles, a wordless but unmistakably fond goodbye. He nods at her and she returns the gesture, and then without preamble, the woman drops her cloak and kneels, naked, at Riley’s feet.  Riley knows what they’re expecting, so she gives them exactly that. 

short

Callie POV

Bennett turned to face her, just short of the archway to the entrance hall. He probably felt the tears building up behind her eyes, hot and prickly. They were too enmeshed now, two codependent assholes who barely had to use words anymore.  He did anyway. “Tell me what this is really about.” What was it really about?  It was probably about how Riley frightened her, and not even in the needle-stabby way, or the freakish-intellect way. Not in the way the woman could set her steely gaze on Callie and make her feel like her skin was pulled back and pinned to an autopsy slab. It was about how all that should be what frightened her but instead it just made her heart beat faster out of something distinctly not fear and what did that say about her, Callie? Probably nothing radiantly healthy.

Tagging @starlit-hopes-and-dreams, @i-can-even-burn-salad, @indecentpause, @avrablake and @pertinax--loculos with the new words might, light, sight and bright :)

#tag game #writeblr #the insuppressible callie ray #my wip #oc: callie #oc: simon #oc: riley

[mushroomjar]

@m3wllo A small post about my emo OCs just for you :) Under a read more because I don't know how long this will be and because I'll be showing Picrews of them which... makes me a little embarrassed

First off we have Andrea!

[Image Description: A Picrew of Andrea, an original character with medium-dark skin and black eyes smiling. They have pimples and a mole under their mouth, and their hair is short, black, and side-swept, with their fringe covering their right eye. They wear a red and black striped long sleeved shirt under a black shirt with a white skull on it, a black choker, black earrings, and two black hairclips. They have a rat resting on their left shoulder. The background shows a screencap from Minevraft, and a square with the colors of the nonbinary flag. At the top right corner of the image, the artist of the Picrew's signature can be seen. It reads: cbrfufu. End Image Description]

This is the best Picrew I have of her, but their hair should be a bit longer and shaggier. Anyway that's Andrea (they/she), her favorite band is Black Veil Brides, and she's been listening to emo music and dressing emo since she was 13 (she's now 14). They're a proud rat owner, they have three pet rats and is very passionate about it. They're also a huge Paramore and Sleeping With Sirens stan. They're selectively mute and have been learning sign language. Unfortunately I don't have much info pinned down about them as they are a very secondary character to the main story, but they still have a very special place in my heart

Up next we have Ricardo

[Image Description: A Picrew of Ricardo, an original character. He's a dark-skinned Black boy with short black curly hair and dark brown eyes. He's smiling, baring his teeth and furrowing his eyebrows. He also has pimples. He wears a grey-ish green shirt under a grey and black flannel. The artist of the Picrew's signature can be seen at the top-left corner of the image. It reads: Djarn. End Image Description]

Here's my beloved, Ricardo (he/him), he has his own fanclub among my friends lol He's also one of my few cishet OCs. He and Avery are childhood friends, they've lived literally right next to each other their whole lives. He mainly listens to both punk and emo music, he especially loves Pierce The Veil. He likes to collect vinyls, and has them displayed in his room, he's also a fan of sneaking out with Avery and Javi (another neighborhood friend of theirs) and breaking into abandoned places, or going to concerts (which is where he meets his girlfriend). Oh also he's 16 lol Felt like I should mention his age since I mentioned Andrea's age previously

To cap things off, Riley

[Image Description: A Picrew of Riley, an original character. She's a white woman with very pale skin and red eyes. Her hair is black and styled into a mullet, with her fringe covering her right eye. She's smiling and making the horns sign with her right hand. She's sat down on a dark street leaning against the wall, and lying next to her are a cigarette and a lighter. She wears a black short sleeved shirt with a dark red skull on it and dark red details on the sleeves, ripped black skinny jeans, red fishnets underneath the jeans, black platform boots with red details, many black and dark red bracelets with one of them being a spiked bracelet, a black spiked choker with the spikes being dark red, grey skull earrings, and a grey skull-shaped hairclip. At the bottom-right corner of the image, there's white and red text that reads: Toon Me! Picrew. End Image Description]

Riley (she/her) is another one of my newer OCs, so I don't have much info about her, but for now I'm trying to play into that by making her a bit of a more mysterious figure in the story, with not much being known about her. She doesn't particularly seem to care much about other people, but if you need good advice, she's the best person to turn to. She leans more towards screamo in her music taste, but other than emo music, she really loves the band Kittie, and the song God Is A Girl With A Butcher Knife by My Ruin. She can typically be found in punk/underground concerts, smoking in the back.

And those are my emo OCs! I hope you like them

#i am about to turn 20 while writing this let's see if i can post this before i turn 20 lol #oc: andrea #oc: ricardo #oc: riley #oc tag #cat rambles #my id #mello tag

[aether-wasteland-s]

Hear me out: Klaus and coughing up blood

I will give you something, your infatuation with Klaus has led to some interesting development on his behalf, and I can't say I'm complaining...

Warnings: blood and injury, both in detail

B&B taglist (ask to be +/-): @pluttskutt , @bardic-tales , @dogmomwrites , @writingpotato07 , @did-i-do-this-write , @calloumii , @thyroidhormones , @a-writable-paradox , @kosmicposum , @k--havok , @lakeside-paradise , @angsty-prompt-hole , @badthingshappenbingo

"You."

What it was was a simple errand job in which McAllister sent Klaus out for a job that wasn't likely to take longer than a few hours. Klaus knew the Skian military a little better than anyone else on the battlefield even had the chance to. His father had been a militant, and Skion hadn't changed the system any, so he could at least make his way around.

They had accounted for him by being spotted in some sections of his journey (namely, the most important parts when it would be fatal for him to be seen), but they couldn't account for everything.

The Skians had taken Scout's home town, and were operating a base by the harbour. Klaus had heard him talking about it, and he found it rather poetic that it had been claimed by those who so desperately wanted him dead.

Midway through the mission, Klaus came to realise the irony in Andran intel missions against the Skians failing when someone caught them out.

He froze in his tracks, half hoping that they were talking about someone else.

Of course they weren't. He was the most infamous person in Skion, especially according to the military! If they were talking about anyone else, then god above was clearly shining his blessings down.

"You've got some nerve, Mr Faryah. Think you'd expect to get some kinda pardon for what you did? You should be dead, traitor."

A surge of confidence ran through Klaus' system, and he spun to face his assailant. "Dead, huh? Alright, do your worst."

His blatancy made the soldier falter for a moment. Klaus only smirked. "All words, are you? I think you heard me just fine. Think I should be dead? Go ahead. Or does your general prefer his prizes to be breathing?"

The soldier narrowed his eyes. "I think he'd rather kill you himself. How could you turn on your own brothers?"

"Brothers? Men who sold me out and left me to rot in a cell? You call that fellowship? I wouldn't."

He would call it cowardice. Or even better, straight up betrayal. They could hardly call that a brotherly thing to do. He was currently squared right up to the soldier in the middle of the street, attracting the attention of anyone who could've been around. Not like he cared, enough people came at him at once and he could really make this interesting.

"Well? That sound like brotherhood to you?"

A gun was pulled. Klaus let his confidence waiver for a fraction of a second as his eyes wandered towards it.

"You talk too much, traitor."

The gun was fired. Klaus dropped to his knees, covering his chest with one hand and feeling for the cobbles with the other. For a moment, he glanced down, taking his hand from the wound and looking in silent alarm at the crimson river pooling around his fingers.

"You're not called traitor for spilling the... blood of a countryman... Are you?" He forced out through the breaths of trying to keep himself together.

At this, the soldier flashed a grin. "Me? A traitor? No, you misunderstand me, Faryah. I'll be hailed as a hero for this." He laughed, and walked away.

Klaus heaved a breath and felt himself shudder. The pulse underneath his fingers was obvious, and he could see the edges of his vision start to blur. Luckily, since Scout almost got himself killed in his last escapade against the Skians, there was one rule that went unspoken among the soldiers. Never go into a mission alone.

And he wasn't alone.

"Commander McAllister!"

His voice tore through the silence and the heartbeat in his ears. That hurt, it ripped at his vocal chords and made the stagnant pain in his chest that much worse. It sounded painfully desperate, too, as if he wasn't expecting to see any more Skians at all.

McAllister had seen the whole thing from an angle, and was now running in Klaus' vague direction, praying that he wouldn't give in before he got there. "Mr Faryah! Private!"

"Over here, Commander!"

McAllister's sense of direction was spot on, and he reached Klaus in a matter of minutes. He halted by his side and knelt down, throwing an arm over his shoulders and helping him up. "That was a bold move, Private. Facing off against him with as much fire as you did." The two of them stood and wandered out towards the edge of town.

"I'm sorry, Commander. That... Bastard had it coming-" he cleared his throat, and that quickly turned into a bout of coughing. He used his free arm to catch it, and when it was over, he found himself looking down on a very familiar stain on his shirt. "Oh, shit."

McAllister glanced over towards Klaus, and then followed his glance towards the crook of his elbow. There, he saw what was, unmistakably, blood. His eyebrows creased, half in concern. "Where did he shoot you, Faryah?"

"Chest, someplace. I think it's too close to my stomach..."

The commander winced. "Shit. We have to move. Fast. Take you to the closest medic."

Klaus sighed, pressing down on the shot harder. "Is it worth wasting the space, Commander? Whatever he said, he was right."

"You are not a traitor in this country. You spared the life of one of our own. I must at least commend you for that." McAllister's tone was softer than usual, and yet all the same genuine.

There was another bout of coughing, and another few flecks of blood left on his shirt. Klaus could barely see at this point. He nodded his thanks, deciding that telling McAllister that this would soon be difficult was not worth the energy he'd spend on it.

He recalled so clearly what he'd told Scout in the prison block, and found it almost laughable how wrong his initial premonitions had been.

“My father is Andran… My mother is of these isles.” Then, he laughed dryly. “With the recent declarations at hand, I don’t know to whom I am a traitor.”

Apparently, that no longer stood. He knew to whom he was a traitor. McAllister was willing to save his life because he willingly chose to spare that of Scout. To Andrano, perhaps he was just another number in the great tally of their force, but a traitor? Not as much as he had evidently thought.

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#nova's crazy thoughts #bad things happen bingo #nova's 600 special #my ocs #oc: klaus #oc: riley #the void → askbox #tw blood #tw injury #this was actually way harder than i thought itd be??? #im so sorry this took a while #• friends/mutuals

[arkhonarchive]

cool part of oc design: fashion, personality, lore cooler part of oc design: cyborg arm logistics

#the ar(t)chive #oc: riley #on the left #oc: yuhan #on the right #spent a good amounf of time swinging at nothing to figure out the elbow knife #dont worry guys it has a non-active mode #surely he only uses it in emergencies and not to commit crimes and be a menace on the daily