#rona (oc)

[tiniest-hands-in-all-the-land]

They got hypnotized by that maid vampire (I'm sure there's at least one out there in Kyuushi land)

#the vampire dies in no time #kyuuketsuki sugu shinu #kyuushi #vampdies #tvdint #ronadora #ig anyways. In spirit lol #draluc #ronaldo kyuushi #ronaldo tvdint #john the armadillo #tinydraws #maid day #sorry for the distinct lack of uploading recently #i've been drawing i swear #I got laid off recently and i've just been focusing on OC stuff in a poor attempt to update my portfolio #and also formulate an original story that i actually like lol #i've also just been having your typical fandom woes lol #this is my first kyuushi drawing in at least a month OTL #but you know i can't pass up an opportunity to put Rona in a cute revealing dress :)

[vaehbae]

Sibling Hug Time!

(My Art! Please credit if reposted)

Thank you so much @sammrz320 for commissioning me! They were absolutely a treat to draw! So cute!

These characters belong to @meldy-arts

(Here is a bit of my process)

Rough sketch- final sketch- lineart

#vaehbae #sabezra #art #digtalartist #ezrabine #ocs #Star Wars #art commissions #ship child #mira wren bridger #Rona wren bridger #Jonah wren bridger #ezra bridger #sabine wren #siblings

[boomerdangs]

Arid’s final design

As apart of my dnd campaign, I’ve decided to give my character (theoretically lol) their last design before it comes to a close. Honestly? This was so much fun to make and I’m so happy to see how much she’s grown alongside me. So fun and rewarding.

Previous designs!

(Left, Arid’s most recent design. Right, their very first)

Bonus:

A doodle of what I think Arid looked like before the campaign! When they were just a wandering kid in the desert

#art #boomie’s art #procreate #oc #original character #dnd #dnd art #dnd oc #dnd 5e oc #Arid Rona #dnd stuff #character design #design #concept art

[exlimix1a]

I forgot to post her!! I made this redesign ref for one of my old old ocs who was a statue and guardian (of what? who knows). I made this for artfight and I'm so pleased with her C:

#my art #original ocs #ocs #artists on tumblr #digital art #character design #her name was Rona! maybe it still is.. spelled different maybe? #she's a living statue! #she looks soft and fluid but feels like stone #she can move fluidly and her fabric can shift but to anyone who touches her she will always feel cold and rock-like

[wispstalk]

Putting the crew in outfits i have worn to work recently. martin doesn't get one because he's fuckin swagless

#minus the 50 lb earrings and half a dozen rings and bangles i usually wear. aint drawin all that shit #tes oblivion #hero of kvatch #oc: coradri #oc: rona #oc: tanis #ray draws

[mewi-or-lara]

Briggs lost soldier

#oh year baby new briggs oc just dropped #it is actually my wife's sona #fma oc #fmab oc #fma #fmab #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #fma Rona Grotberg #fma White Goat #fort briggs #mewi draw #digital art

[eurovision-facts]

Eurovision Fact #472:

Albania has made it to the Grand Final 11 times, and out of that, nine of those times landed the nation a sub-10th place position.

Albania's best Grand Final scores came in 2004 and 2012. In 2004, Anjeza Shahini's "The Image Of You" placed 7th, and in 2012 Rona Nishliu's "Suus" placed 5th.

[Source]

Albania, Eurovision.tv.

#esc facts oc #eurovision #eurovision song contest #esc #eurovision facts oc #Anjeza Shahini #esc 2004 #Rona Nishliu #esc 2012

[makenna-made-this]

Shows up months late to redraw meme with ocs and finally having seen the movie

#it was too perfect for them i had to #i need to draw my original blorbos more #the barbie movie was a delight you win this time capitalism #barbie meme #barbie mugshot redraw #makenna made a thing #my ocs #original character #original art #art #artists on tumblr #character design #wicker characters #spot and rona #rona wicker #the best worst detectives #need to be more feral about my ocs

[peppermint-whiskers]

Officially working on 2 wips rip meeeee

#i desperately wanna finish rona but her colors are eluding me rn #😔😔 #my poor baby girl #im thinking maybe god and pent can only interact like this in dreams or some shit #idk god's status on this immortal plane lmao #pepper's art #traditional art #wip #work in progress #oc art #seven rings of vices #< - temp name for my seven rings verse ig #rona (oc) #hazbin hotel #fanart #sir pentious #god possesses pentious au

[gay-in-middle-earth]

LOTRO

Howdy! My name is Oso and welcome to my new LOTRO blog! I'm a gay Latino, who, if you take the people at the forum seriously, is destroying Tolkien's legacy by existing <3 So I've been playing LOTRO on and off, mostly having fun making new characters and outfitting them, but this last update really brought me back with motivation so make new OCs. I can't play MMOS like I used too (darn full time jobs!) But here are some of my new characters!

Name: Rioberto (Rio for short) Pronouns: He/Him Rio's a Guardian, my idea for him was a simple country boy defender of sorts!

Name: Radimir Pronouns: He/Him/They Radimir is actually my OC from FFXIV who's been bouncing around with me as I travel to different places. LOTRO version of Radimir is a Minstrel raised by Hobbits! Keeping up with Radimir having two moms in every universe, he has two Hobbit moms and is happily living in the Shire. Lore breaking? Yeah probably, but I love the Shire.

Name: Saphiro Pronouns: She/her So! Everyone has a Ranger and Saphiro is mine! I also never played a Hunter before and have been having a lot of fun with the class. excited to get her Ranger outfit, if I find anything that fits!

#LOTRO #LOTR OCs #Lord of the rings Online #I am sick with the Rona and it's almost midnight so i'll add more of my characters later. #TBH at this point I'm waiting for the other Races to get Updated #I want to play as a dark skinned elf #And Hobbits can't get that dark skinned either #Dwarves ARE still my fav but I'm enjoying the Man updates a lot

[safyresky]

🆕 Crystal Springs Chapter 28: Not My Style now up on ao3!

and ff dot net I suppose, but I am beginning to very vibe with ao3 tbh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ANYWAY.

Chapter 28: Not My Style (ao3 | ff.net)

As the dust settles after Pyros's defeat, a decision must be made on what to do with the wannabe King.

Other stuff happens, too! the Frosts are all at the Pole now, yes ALL of them. Um. There's Blangst. Cold Front angst. The Twins being amazing, stunning, showstopping. and yes there is Blinter just being absolutely gross and unable to not kiss for 5 seconds. Idk man. They were really overly affectionate this chapter. Probably almost being killed would do that to you???? OH AND we got the "1 (one) fuck word allowed" bit this chapter! Wait until you see who gets it ;)

We also get to meet a whole new bunch of magibeans! enough names were dropped that I made a little (long) lore post you can find right here! Now then.

HAVE AN EXCERPT:

Mother Nature waited a moment, studying everyone in the room closely before continuing. “Thank you all for coming together so fast on such short notice. Seeing as how those of us who were responsible for the imprisonment of one Pyros Frost last time are all gathered, let’s began, shall we?” “Yes, let’s,” Gwen said, smoothing out her skirts and clasping her hands respectfully. “PLEASE, I am DYING to know what the goddamn hell happened here! The suspense may actually kill me.” Cheri gasped overdramatically, clutching at pearls that did not exist around her bare neck. Gwen snorted. “Oh, please. Like something that simple would kill you—" “Wait,” Blaise interrupted, brow furrowed. “This is everyone?” “I’m afraid so, dear,” Mother Nature confirmed. “We’re all that’s left?” “Survival of the fittest, hot stuff.” “Godrick?” “Rosehaven’d,” Cheri said, admiring her nails. “Novus?” “Rosehaven’d.” “Indigo?!” “Caught up in a tinker! Said they were in the middle of a breakthrough, it was crucial, and if you needed any chains like that again to just commission them,” Gwen said, chipper. “Bartholomule?” “Shifted into mule form in 1783 and hasn’t been seen since. Probably also Rosehaven’d.” “OR living a happy little life as a happy little mule.” “He’s probably living a dead, dead life as a dead, dead mule.” “CHERI!��� “GLENDA!” “What about Peggy? Pepper? Birch?” “Rosehaven’d, stuck in the curse ward, enlightened.” Gwen ticked each one off on her fingers, tilting her head in thought. “Birch really lives up to her name now! She hit omnipotent a couple of centuries back.” “The tree look really works for her.” “It does!” “What about Kharl?” Cheri cackled. “Got Toad’ed!” “Cheri.” “Ah-ah-ah Tara! Don’t Cheri me. T’was GLENDA who dunnit!” “He KNOWS what he DID!” Gwen insisted. Blaise’s frown deepened, his hair dimming. “Really feeling your age now I’ll bet, eh, Dad?” Blaise side eyed Jack, unamused. “Sorry, sorry. I’m coping.” Blaise sighed. “At least one of us is.”

Ready to see what tf happens to Pyros? Check out Chapter 28: Not My Style HERE on ao3 and HERE on fanfiction dot net!

Want to take this delightful fic from the top? Check out the Prologue: An Encounter HERE on ao3 and HERE on ff dot net! Summary below the cut, along with the usual author ramblies :3

It's been almost a year since Jack Frost thawed and things are looking...well, not so great. Jack's powers are seemingly gone. Without them, the Dome that keeps the North Pole safe from the cold and its magic controlled is melting, putting everything and everyone magical at risk. Unable to hide his power shortage any longer, Jack is forced to admit the truth. Thankfully, there is a solution: enacting the Legate Law, bringing Jack and the sister that he hurt so many centuries ago back together again. But when Jacqueline starts experiencing destructive blackouts, the pair are forced to head back home to Crystal Springs, bringing Jack face to face with the rest of the family. Needless to say, between getting his powers back, helping his sister figure out what in the FROST those blackouts even were, reconciling with his parents, meeting the two even younger siblings he didn't even KNOW he had, NOT TO MENTION the ancient threat that's had it out for the ENTIRE Frost family finally making a move? Saving Christmas (regrettably) is looking to be a little bit...complicated.

First off, APOLOGIES FOR PUSHING IT BACK A WEEK! I needed some more time for Chapter 29 and my husbando got sicko with covido so I was pulling double duty instead of the usual 50/50 split and THEN some bc this man has no concept of relaxing I s2g.

BUT! HE IS BETTER NOW, AND I AM ON THE LAST SCENE OF CHAPTER 29! SO THAT'LL BE READY FOR NEXT WEEK (CRIBMAS CHAPPIE!) AND THEN CHAPTER 30. UH. AT SOME POINT. Given that I've yet to start it 😔

BUT IT IS DRAFTED VIA NOTES!

Anyway, your regularly scheduled AN:

🆕 This Chapter:

Changed Pyros's sentence to something way worse than it was before

Named every Governor AND the people who imprisoned Pyros the first time->you can check out a rundown of their names and positions and some fun facts about them HERE

WORD COUNT: OG CS 2014 Chapter->4,519k words (what) CS 202X Chapter-> 15,172k words (CACKLING)

what a fucking DIFFERENCE

mostly I shored up a LOT of CS Lore this chapter! Hell yeah!

but YEAH. ENJOY! Hopefully I see you all next week with Chapter 29--fingers crossed!!! :3

#crystal springs #cs on ao3 #cs updates #the santa clause #the santa clause 3 #the santa clauses #dani writes #fanfic #jack frost #ocs #tsc jack frost #WINTER TAKES THE FUCK FOLKS #it's what she deserves #espesh since next chapter jacquie will be saying many fuckwords in....THE MIND SCAPE #Hopefully i can finish the final scene tonight and uh. move on to chapter 30! #THE FINAL CHAPTER #SHE'S ALMOST HERE #I wanted to have it up on cribmas but alas. between rona and falling behind? yeah #BUT IT'S COOL. I WILL NOT RUSH. I WILL TAKE MY TIME SO THAT IT'S THE BESTEST ENDING YOU COULD ALL DREAM OF!! #then 2024 we'll focus on posting Frostmas over #and finishing the draft of its #and we'll see how that goes!! #i've also got a silly little smile shot in the works #i got really mad about rudolph #whoops 🙃🙃

[randowwriter]

While They Are Young

My oneshot for Day Six! I'm apparently mostly interested in writing the Shenazards lately, so here is the queen (while alive) with her three children. :)

#sctwilightvampwolfgal #ans platonic week 2023 #eugena shenazard #rona shenazard #raji shenazard #queen shenazard (OC) #family #akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #akagami no shirayuki

[vancilart]

x

#turns brain off and just draws #oc stuff #royaltines #now what do i do #idk if im going home if moms sick #dont wanna risk getting the rona #i guess at least tomorrow ill just clean my apartment and see what the plans are back home with the family

[wispstalk]

Realized I have not drawn Rona at all so here are some sketches. She is excited to have a gf that makes her feel tall. Plus a bonus Big and Little Makob. the latter is excited to have a new phrase in his arsenal.

#tes oblivion #elder scrolls #oc: coradri #oc: rona #the makobs #ray draws

[fan-of-many-stories]

Vierapril Day 24, Mount

The sun bakes her fur. She pants, trying desperately to cool down. The air is dry, and she only gets thirstier with each breath. Her boy ran out of water this morning. She watched him squeeze the last few drops from his water sack for her. He didn't take any.

She knows they cannot walk forever. This dry, dusty place does not follow the rules of the jungle. Rain only came once since they left, and it did not even wet the ground. She did not know why they did not return. They knew the jungle, it was safe, she and her boy and the old man lived easily in its shade.

She knows her boy is hurt. She can smell the blood, she can smell the rot, she sees how he can barely lift his arm. She can smell the grief on him, though she does not understand it. She is tired, she is thirsty, she is hungry, but still she gives her boy her back to ride. She knows he needs it.

She walks on until he falls. At first he picks himself up. He tries to pull himself back into the seat he fashioned for her back, but he cannot get his arm to work right. He leans against her side instead. They do not make it far before her boy falls again. He does not get up this time. She nudges him with her muzzle, but still he does not get up. His eyes are closed. His shoulder is starting to smell of death. She nudges him again, harder. He simply rolls over. She whines. She roars. Her boy sleeps on. She paces. There is nothing she can do. Her boy is clever, her boy is wise in ways she does not understand. Her boy knows how to find water when it is dry. Her boy knows how to find prey she cannot see. Her boy knows how to drive away sick and rot from her. The old man knew even more, but he did not come with them. She nudges her boy again. He does not wake.

She whines again, pacing farther. She cannot do anything. If she does nothing, her boy will die. She does not remember a time without him. Sometimes the old man would go, but she was always with her boy. She does not want her boy to die, but she does not know what to do.

There is a scent on the wind. It is not exactly her boy. The old man had not smelled this similar. The other men they sometimes met did not smell this similar. This smells like her boy. She looks over at him, and tries to wake him one more time. He does not move except to breathe.

She runs. She does not want to leave him, but she fears that staying will do no good. She follows the scent on the wind. If they are like her boy, if they are clever and smart and strong like him, she will make them help. She is tired, but she runs. She must run, to give her boy the best chance. Spit foams at her muzzle and her chest heaves as she pants to try to cool down. It is still hot, it is still dry. The scent gets stronger. It mingles with other scents like her boy's, but the first remains the closest.

She does not know what the place she comes to is. The large things sit on the ground like great rocks, yet they are perfectly flat on the sides. The familiar scent ends just before the strange place starts. A girl, her fur just as green as her boy's and with ears to match, pulls something out of a hole in the dry ground. She hears the sound of water and licks her muzzle, but she must get the girl to her boy.

The girl grabs a branch from her back and bends it, pointing a smaller stick at her across the branch. She had seen the old man use a branch like that to hunt and kill. She lays down and chirps, keeping her eyes on the girl, just as her boy taught her. The girl puts her branch away on her back.

She lets the girl come to her before getting up. She presses her head and horns against the girl's chest and shoves. She must get this girl to her boy. The girl does not understand the first time, or the second. The third time she finally starts to move. She is not fast enough. Her boy is hurt! Her boy is alone and not safe! She growls at the girl and pushes her again. Instead of moving faster, the girl grabs her by the horns and pulls herself into her boy's seat on her back. This is acceptable, if only for now. The girl does not sit like her boy. She is bigger and heavier and she does not lean forward enough, but she allows her on her back anyway. Her boy needs her. She does not run, she cannot, but she pushes herself to walk as fast as she can. The girl stops her when they are almost there. She has a sack much like her boy's, and she gives her water. It is needed.

The girl jumps from her back when she sees her boy. He has not moved, though his chest still rises and falls to breathe. She did not take too long. She paces as the girl picks up her boy. She seems to check him over. She smells like fear and grief, though some of that may be her boy. The girl makes him drink. He does not wake. She swishes her tail as she watches the girl lift her boy. The girl ties him in his seat and places a hand on one of her horns.

She guides them back to the strange place as the sun sets, and calls for others. Her boy is pulled from her back and into one of the structures. They do not let her follow. She roars and pounces and makes every attempt to scare them, but she cannot hurt them. They have her boy and she cannot let him be hurt. She scratches at the place they entered. Her claws make dents, but not ones deep enough to break in. She lays down and whines. She wants her boy.

A different girl comes out. She brings prey and water. She strokes her head, but she does not scratch like her boy does.

The sun rises and sets three times. Seven girls come and go, but not her boy. She is fed, she is watered, but she does not see her boy until the third night. He still smells of grief, but the death and blood have faded. He sits with her and scratches her chin with his good hand.

"Thank you, Rona," he says, over and over. She only knows her name, not this 'thank you' noise he keeps making.

Her boy is safe. Rona rests her head in his lap.

#vierapril #auvo evergreen #wol oc #writing #viera #ffxiv viera #coeurl #ffxiv coeurl #rona

[carnivart-core]

The color wheel meme's been pretty big on Twitter, I wanted in ! With.... a fair bit of my OCs. Wow

#oh crap art #art #artists on tumblr #oc #color wheel challenge #color wheel meme #Oh boy time to tag a shit ton of OCs I rarely post anyways #Romeo Antic #Cedric Green #Rona MacBeth #Yves Van Meergeran #Tiger Busch #Faline #Ray Gunn #Flo Brinkley #Lana Mintream #Narcissus #Alder Pier #Sissel Barstad #Anichka Mochalin #Marcus Lobelia #Wednesday Westerburg #Sarika D.M. Csonka