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eldritch-spouse · 5 months

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Which OCs would stare at you while you sleep?

Most of them, honestly. Many monsters don't sleep as often or as long as humans do, thus it's not too unlikely that you'll wake up with 90% of them staring at you from time to time. Here's some that come to mind:

Roch, Zizz and Katia. Come on, they're slothful demons, it's kind of part of their nature to either participate in your dreams, alter them, or at least feed on you during these periods.

Grimbly. Sometimes he's just perched from a high place and those glowing magenta orbs will be boring holes into you throughout the night until he either falls alseep as well or gets up.

Stitches. Because sometimes Patches turns during his sleep next to you (which is already a fleeting occurrence), and Stitches will observe your peaceful slumber for a short while before startling you awake.

Nebul doesn't rest so much as he quietly rests, still awake but vastly inattentive to most facets of his surrounding. He enjoys spacing off to the sight of you peacefully resting.

Fank-e has many quiet things he can do while you're asleep, and he's not likely to keep uninterrupted watch of you the whole night, but he'll frequently make stops to watch over you for several minutes, checking on vitals and other biological readings he can gleam with a soft touch or two.

Breg just wants to hug you the whole night like a teddy bear. And sure, his limbs might get a little sore at some point, but he's determined to enjoy every moment when he doesn't actually need to rest. It doesn't help that, without visible eyes, sometimes you really can't tell if he's asleep or not.

Shags wakes up often, and he gets up much earlier than you too. In fact, he looks forward to getting up earlier precisely because he can gaze at your sleeping form, and hopefully sketch you. He has a collection of fast practice sketches that consist of you sleeping in different portions, with different clothes.

#Roch oc #Zizz oc #Katia oc #Stitches oc #Grimbly oc #Nebul oc #Fank-e oc #Bregory #Shags oc

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swirly-lemonade · 13 days

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More sketches of Benny boi in gonna make more and colour them

#art #drawing #my art #creepypasta #creepypastas fanart #ben drowned #ben drowned fanart #canon x self insert #stitches oc

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rhyssands · 4 months

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I just think that they

Stitches (left) belongs to my husband @undertow1326

Judge (prior to his recent redesign) is mine!

(meant to post this literally over a month ago lol)

#sans au #stitches oc #my art #rhysie.jpeg

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gawki · 2 months

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Euphoria

~When you turn to the side and see your new chest for the first time~

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envihellbender · 11 months

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Slave master shows up to get what Stitches promised him. Lev kills him. Horribly.

Characters: Kristián/Stitches, Lev (OCs)

Settings: Cyberpunk, Gorelex verse

Content: Mature (gore, coarse language, nothing explicit), m/m romance, dystopian, oppression, slavers

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Lev was starting to feel more comfortable being home alone, it was almost nice in a way. Stitches going to the marketplace at the Selot Docks for food and supplies was almost normal, domestic even. Lev laid back on the his nest in the corner, what had begun as his piles of cushions blankets on the floor that Stitches created for him when he brought him home was now an actual corner that belonged to just Lev. There was a mattress, sheet, blankets, cushions, books, a tablet, drawings that Stitches had made pinned to the wall… it was his. He didn’t really sleep here any more, he usually curled up in the bed at the other corner of the room. Or rather, a mattress held up on wooden pallets. It was big enough for both of them to curl up on, but Lev still enjoyed his corner. Right next to Stitches’ work station. He was simply tapping away at his tablet when there was a loud knock at the metal door. Lev froze. Generally the Goreta Housing Facility was safe, the fact it was protected by the Draves crime family meant so long as you kept up with rent the Police couldn’t touch you and the Draves wouldn’t. This meant for the the most part people minded their own business.

The insistent knock broke Lev out his thought process. Everything about this was so odd and Stitches hadn’t prepared him for it. anyone who did want to call to hide Stitches they did it via the intercom. A bang on the door was… strange. Worrying. Lev took a deep breath and told himself he was safe, Stitches had covered his barcode with one of his specialist tattoos. A body modification on his neck, a black square covering the brand entirely and then covering that was a green and blue snake that moved in the same figure of eight pattern. He picked up his goggles, being silver with blue lenses meant they hid his scarlet eyes perfectly. He nervously pulled himself up, the anxiety causing a warm static hum to radiate from his skin. He stood by the door and cleared his throat.

“What do you want?” He said, voice strained and hoarse.

“Stitches. We need to talk,” a soft voice responded. Lev swallowed and grew quiet for a moment, the man on the other side of the door sounded like he didn’t belong here. He belonged in business meetings and on a yacht, maybe fucking his secretary whilst his wife looked after the kids. His Received Pronunciation with a lilting accent did not put Lev at ease.

“Stitches isn’t here.”

“Well. Then perhaps I should come in and wait for him.”

“I… No. I don’t-” Lev began anxiously. The idea of someone being in his space made his skin itch, especially a threat. He was interrupted by a low chuckle and the response was sharp and sinister as if the man’s tongue was a diamond blade.

“Let me in before I shout at the top of my lungs about how Stitches is hiding an Esper in here.” The threat hung in the air, a heavy silence which could have been a second or a minute rested on Lev’s chest. His breath growing quick and tagged.

“You… fuck. Fine. Fuck,” he spluttered. He stood back for a moment, feeling the energy filling his body, shaking and burning. He took a deep breath and tried to calm it. It was only one man, he thought, he could take him. He entered the passcode to unlock the door, the moment it cracked open a middle aged man shoved it open with his shoulder and slipped through the crack. His salt and pepper hair was immaculately sculpted, his nails short and clean, with his suit freshly pressed. He had forgone a tie and just allowed his top three buttons to remain open, showing off a metallic shine around his collar bone. He allowed the door to lock behind him, Lev took a step back, letting a hand fall to touch Stitches’ workstation, balancing and comforting him.

“Well, well. Stitches wasn’t lying,” the man said with a smirk. “The goggles and tattoo hide it, but I’m sure your owner won’t be happy that your burning his little sketches.” Lev jumped and picked up his hand from Stitches desk, the perfectly sculpted diagrams now charred. Lev sighed and clenched his jaw, he’d deal with that later.

“What do you want?” He said, his voice harsh and his gaze glaring.

“Pleased to meet you too. Jean-Pascal, I would shake your hand but I don’t want the erm, you know,” Jean-Pascal scowled as if thinking about touching Lev would give him a disease.

“What do you want?”

“Straight to business, fine.” Jean-Pascal shrugged his shoulders, everything he did seemed oddly theatrical. His spine was a little too straight and his limbs awkward in a way that Lev couldn’t explain. “I’m here to take what Stitches promised me.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? Stitches- he’d have told me,” Lev insisted, spluttering with each word. Jean-Pascal raised one black eyebrow.

“You know, I’ve never met a pet Esper whore who talks back before.”

“I’m not a fucking pet. Or a whore,” Lev spat.

“Doesn’t the stasis chamber you were forced into sap the fight right out of you? From the age of what, six?” Jean-Pascal’s voice was infuriatingly smug, as if he was talking to a child or a dog. It resulted in Lev’s body temperature rising and a humming static covering his body.

“I didn’t get-” Lev ground his teeth, trying to ensure he didn’t burn the room down around him as some tools on the walls were shaken free and fell onto the ground. Jean-Pascal gave a quick glance in their direction meaning he didn’t catch Lev’s flinch. “Never mind. Fuck you. What do you want?”

“You.” Jean-Pascal’s words were simple and hung in the air like a he’d just dropped one of Stitches’ tools on his chest.

“I… what? What are you talking about?” Lev backed away, his nerves growing and his control on the energy inside of him wavering.

“It’s quite straight forward really,” Jean-Pascal began as he started to pace up and down the small apartment that had once been a storage facility. “Stitches told me he had found a stray Esper he wanted to sell. Then all of a sudden he changed his mind, cancelled the deal,” he said as stopped and took a step forward to close the space between them. Lev stumbled backwards, just about managing to stop himself from falling.

“Well. Then I’m not for sale any more, am I?”

“Him wanting a personal pet doesn’t mean-”

“I’m not a pet! Jesus Christ. He… he changed his mind on a few things.”

“So what are you then?”

“I don’t know. I… We’re… He’s my-” Lev looked away and took a deep breath.

“What? Your boyfriend?” Jean-Pascal mocked as he rolled his dark grey eyes.

“Yeah. He is, actually.”

“He’s got you fooled, hasn’t he?”

“No. It’s real. It’s all… Real.”

“So, why did he want to sell you then?”

“He didn’t know me then!” Lev snapped. “He… He changed his mind. He was… he felt guilty. The day he tried to take me to the underground market in the old subway system. He said he didn’t want to sell anything. Took me back home. Never mentioned it again.” Jean-Pascal was silent and stared thoughtfully at Lev.

“What does he want? More money?”

“No. No.” Lev’s shoulders tensed and he turned away from Jean-Pascal and hung his head. He hated being stared at. So much so it made his body begin shaking. Not in a physical way, as if he was nervous, but more his bones shook in the way a machine would when switched on. “He said he doesn’t want to be the kind of guy that sells people.”

“You’re not people.” The sudden shout from Jean-Pascal made Lev flinch as his mouth grew dry and his stomach twisted. His fiddled with the sleeve of his suit jacket, straightening it and dusting it off before he responded with his voice returned to its normal volume. “You’re supposed to have had that thought beaten out of you.”

“Whatever. So. I’m not for sale. Me and Stitches are fine. And happy. And you can fucking leave.” Lev attempted to sound threatening but he knew his voice had cracked as he spoke.

“No, see, I’ve gotten Stitches enough customers he should know by now I don’t go back on a deal,” Jean-Pascal growled. He lunched forward, grabbing Lev by the neck. “Nice goggles, specially made too, huh? Stitches must have worked really hard on them.” His fingers began toying with the band and that’s when Lev felt it. His body began to heat up, sparks radiating from his fingers. He yelled as the energy left his body, lightening coming from the spaces between his fingers, accompanied by a blue flame. The power shocked the man’s body, freezing him in terror as parts of his skin melted from his body, alongside his muscles and tendons, white parts of bone sticking out. His suit was burned to tatters, and he smelt like burning pork. His body stayed there statuesque for a moment as Lev giggled and smirked watching him. His trousers were stained with urine, and suddenly his joints splintered as his legs could no longer hold him and his corpse fell to the ground. Lev sighed, a giddy excitement filling his body. He walked over to the body and kicked it in the man’s gut, he then stamped on his face and rolled his neck back and forth with his foot.

“Hope Risto knows of a good body disposal place nearby,” Lev mused as he giggled to himself, watching how the man’s eyeballs were empty he wondered if he should take them out as a memento.

#envi writes #stitches oc #lev oc #Gorelex verse #cyberpunk #fiction #horror #sci-fi #gore

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stitchpunk1 · 1 year

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In honor of May 4th I wanted to share a Star Wars fan kid I’ve been milling around in my mind.

Her name is Rew Binks and is a descendant of Jar Jar Binks and Roos Tarpals. While a baby she was orphaned and found by Luke and Din who adopted her. She is force sensitive but not as good with it as her father, big brother grogu or big sister Rey. She ADORES her Aunt Leia and also loves to torture her cousin Kylo with her brother. It’s a tradition that me and musekicker watch the Life Day rifftrax and from that came the fact when they go there for life day she is TERRIFIED of Chewies dad Itchy. Her speech is also different than others of her race sense she was raised by humans she didn’t use the dialect others would use.

Like I said I’m still working on her but this is what I got so far.

#stitches oc #Star Wars #luke skywalker #din djaren #grogu #jar jar binks #roos Tarpals #fankid

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hellonearthtoday · 2 months

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canon is dead I rule the world. dsmp you are MINE

dsmpblrs ocs shared between the 5 (five) singular people that inhabit this fandom

I'm taking the chance to just talk about my personal dsmp au that is basically canon if you don't think about it

I don't think we as a community wrote enough about demon ctommy. he was always my favorite it just gives him this evil vibe that I think is sooo funny and I always see it in ctommy art but never in literally any fic. and that's fine but imp or whatever-he-is-Tommy will always be real in my heart. in my head he used to be a bird hybrid, but when he died for what was supposed to be the final time they took his fucking wings and gave him cunty demon horns and tail. Death made him emo. for the sake of this narrative his wings used to be white too. Pair this with religious ctommy and you get peak

ctubbo. I think about him a lot. I think personally he wears armor under his coat. You'd think it start to get hot under there, and it does. his solution is to just Never leave the Arctic.

At some point he started developing resting bitch face, because it used to just be resting (autistic face of neutrality) but now he kind of just looks tired all the time. Not like Tommy's rbf where he looks like he's kinda pissed and has a headache 24/7. but at least they're semi matching now. bff's!!! (?) I can't write too much about ctubbo because my cutbbo is like 20 billion contradictions stacked on itself. he's not as simple as my ctommy.

He doesn't wear the red bandana anymore but he can't tell you why and he's not insecure about the scar on his face but he's not proud of it either. I FORGOT TO DRAW CRANBOO AND HIS WEDDING RINGS IM AN ANTI WHAT THE HELLL okay ignoring that blunder, their wedding rings are meant to be on their horns 💔 you can't fucking see cranboos singular (1) horn because it's out of frame, they're too tall.

SPEAKONG OF CRANBOO!!!! snakes in his hair because Hahhaa hattte eye contact????? Medusa???? get it guys get it do you guys get jut

The snakes talk to him. Take that as you will. He's a chronic suit wearer and will literally not wear anything else unless it's under or over the suit. he would like to never try anything new ever he needs this constant in his life or everything will fall apart and the world will end. He knows how to kit up and wear armor but just as a joke he wears random bits of armor in places he literally needs it least. as a fashion statement. Tommy doesn't wear any armor usually bcz who gaf he's not doing that shit

in my perfect world the egg plot in dsmp actually got used better and becsme more than a background plot. it could've been everything. anyway my dsmp au is egg war las Nevadas craziness and I'm right goodnight

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