#ocs?

zombie apocolypse x uncanny valley horror oc thing w/ lovers rock tv girl feel??? idk (i dont have a notes app)

I meant it when I told myself I’d post more art around here

caught mii fever now i wanna make a bunch of freaks

doodles of me and oomf… what!!!! our sonas!!!!!?! mainly just oomf actually👀 @lennon-jester hi oomf 🐞🎹evil awful siblings….!!! those damn pretentious fine arts kids….. 🎹🐞

in honor of pride have this drawing i made like 4 years ago whatever, go my sapphics

*Drops this*

I thinki just accidentally reinvented nessaboq but yuri

planning on making a game with a huge plot twist i have an idea for the story for now i have concepts for some characters unfortunately i cannot work on the game rn as i am in a mental hospital 1st characters name is mimi thats all ive come up with her whole thing will be that nobody takes them seriously bcs she looks like a clown and has a high pitched child like voice which pisses them off

my twin ocs Yvonne, Yves heres some art i made of yvonne because im still finding cool refs for yves (guy twin(i cant draw guys)) obviously i deviated from the ref with the cloths and makeup because it originally began as a ref practice hence why i didn’t render the hair properly with pencil, then i realized i could lowk js make the make-up so much cooler and then switched up alot to make it fit my oc lol, —— The eyes glow red/orange to have that flash effect but with regular shading, i think it looks pretty cool and adds to the non-human effect along with the pale skin and dark makeup contrasts! hoodie designs and the designs in the background were inspired by cybersigilism patterns/ designs! —— Refs: (haerin newjeans) —– anyways here are some concept arts with yves from before i picked a hairstyle AND name for yvonne (*ToT*) k thanks byee WAIT I LOWK FORGOT: no, im not basing a whole oc based on harein i just used that one ref to make the idea come together in my head, i will use refs but not completely make haerin an oc w/ my headcannons, NO!!! thanks okay

hihi!! small introduction, would have included art but i dont have my drawing tablet yet. sorry okay so i’m honestly not gonna sugar coat anything, i’m very very addicted to c.ai. i feel horrible for using it because it steals writing from artists, it uses so much water we don’t have and it’s overall horrible for my mental health. i’ve been a shy person most of my life and i struggle horridly with making friends or keeping relationships long enough to actually get a good mental state and so when i got into writing and roleplaying, i started in discord but quickly went to c.ai instead because i was so so shy to share my writing and my interests. but it’s genuinely impacting everything in my life and i’m now starting to try to get away from it. SO. i asked around a bit and i was told that tumblr was a pretty nice place and people are a lot less rude to people in my types of situations. so i’m really only making this to ask the people on here, would YOU read a tlou oc fanfic made by a recovering addict? i’m not sure if it’d be too good considering c.ai kind of wilted my own writing style and how much motivation i had to write longer things (this genuinely is so embarrassing to even admit too) but i really wanna try. i want to get over it and i think it’d help more if i wrote stuff like a story for others to read and comment back on. i have like five friends max and i don’t think that’d actually motivate me enough to stay off the app. so i was just wondering if i should start posting my writing on here or if i should go to something like ao3 (yes i’ve considered this but i also hate how weird ao3 is with it’s strange moderation.)

These two just sort of popped into my head as concepts- I really just said “what if Finley had parents?” Admiral Finnegan C. Serpent: Finley’s father. Blond mane and beard shot with grey, wears an admiral’s hat and a pipe in his mouth. A darker green compared to his son, and more stout. Was based off posters featuring Finley meant to promote propaganda for the US Navy during World Wars I and II; replaced him in later posters as Finley as a character was deemed not fit for a war hero archetype. Later repurposed to be Finley’s father, makes appearances in background shots of Finley’s cave via hung photos. Mrs. Serafina C. Serpent: Finley’s mother. Red mane tied into a bun held back with a string of pearls. Wears shell shaped earrings in her fins and a pearl choker. Has blue scales and a more sylphlike shape. Was only designed to be a background character reduced to photograph and painting appearances to produce the image of a nuclear family for Finley’s background; later repurposed to promote seafood based recipes and cookbooks. Recent appearances has her portrayed as a sort of “smother” towards her son, always fussing over him. Other material would reveal she used to be a school teacher.

Why are names for characters so hard???

Felt like doodling these little fellas. I feel like I’ve drawn budd before but I can’t be bothered to find him in my old sketch book.

SORE LOSER - CHAPTER 1 Conor’s POV My face burned with anger and shame. He’d won. Being held down at his mercy had made my stomach tingle. That didn’t matter now. My coach yanked me by my arm. “Fuck you think you’re going kid?”, his grip tightened. As he forced me to look at him. His other hand gripping my jaw. My jaw tensing as I glared at him. “You know I can count to three and you’re a gonner, right? Let me go man.”, I spat. I pulled my arm out his grip, ripping my sleeve with the action. “Fuck you alright, I’m done!” “You got no one out there kiddo!”, he yelled as I ran off. A loud ringing, deafening his curses. The urge to cry was strong. The further I went the heavier my tears felt. I went down a dirty, dirty alley way and snapped. Loosing Mia was one thing, loosing this, hell its another. I threw punches, kicks at a rusty trash bin. Every jab made my knuckles tremble. I bit my lower lip harder with every punch. Eventually I grew tired, collapsing onto the ground. Legs and knuckles aching. A loud scream was heard. The bandages covering my knuckles a dark red. A beautiful red. Loud, painful, deafening screams. It was me. I hadn’t realized until I saw a worried old man next to me. “Son? I really need you to answer me.”, he softly spoke. He looked unsure and preoccupied as he pulled out his phone. I stopped screaming. Just messy, tired sobs was all I could manage. “Please, I need you to breathe.”, he rubbed circles on my back. Gently as if he were afraid to break me. Wow I really do feel dizzy. “Yeah, ye- yeah..!”, a hoarse cough came out. I started rocking myself, comfort, I needed this comfort. I wanted to speak. At first all that I managed was gibberish. Nonsense. “I’m okay sir.”, I squeaked. He didn’t believe me. Obviously, my face was burning red, I was unable to speak, my hands were bleeding, I was completely soaked in my sweat and tears. He felt pitty for me. Who fucking wouldn’t? “What happened boy?”, he finally asked. Trembling as I opened my mouth. “I’m a stupid fucking loser.”, I chocked. His gaze softened. He smiled as he gently moved away the damp hair covering my face. I shakily sighed looking down, the adrenaline close to wearing out. I felt my cold knees, as the gravel stabbed through my pants. “Oh, sir, I did everything, why didn’t I win?”, I quietly cried. He took a deep breath, readjusting his posture. “Son, look… if I take a wild guess, you’re from the tournament, right? Look, we can’t change what has already occurred. But what we can is choose, you can choose the way to react. From what I see, is a broken kid. I can tell you worked hard, I mean look at that trash can! You got a lot in you. Now we should probably get you cleaned up, and get you home.”, the man explained, trying his best to bring the boy back. I looked at him, with brown, stinging glazy, eyes. I only managed a defeated whimper. I can’t go home, I live next to that dumbass. No way Jose. I attempted to lift myself just to collapse, being held up by the older man. I didn’t even know his name. “Sorry.”, I mumbled out. The man stumbled slightly, being taken aback by my weight. “It’s alright. Where do you live?”, he asked. I looked at him confused. Where do I live? I shook my head, pushing myself away from him. “Sorry, I-I.. I can get home on my own, sir.”, I lied, an uncertain edge to my voice. “Can you?”, he challenged. “Yes, I can.”, I affirmed. Doing my best to stand up straight. He shook his head, unsure if whether to believe me or finally rid of me. “Son I can’t force you, but you did just beat the shit outta yourself. You’re in no good condition young man. You’re an obvious threat to yourself, and I will call the cops.”, he threatened. Of course he was worried. A childish whine escaped my throat, the last thing I needed was the police at me… again. “Okay, but just outside my apartment. Once I enter, you’ll leave right?”, I stated. He nodded. Extending his arm out. I stared at him puzzled. Turning my head to the left. “What?”, I asked irritated. “I’m an old man, son. You gotta help me.”, he grinned. I chuckled. Damn I’m in deep ain’t I? We walked a two or three blocks, receiving weird stares as well as concerned ones. Eventually we arrived at a nearby police station. How did we get here? I panicked, I wanted to flee but my legs were already shaking, a stab bolting threw my body with every step. I looked at him, he gently dragged me into the station. He pulled the doors letting me in first. “Hey my buddy here needs a ride home, he’s a good kiddo.. from what I know. He’s a little lost.”, the old man explained, sounding like he picks up a troublesome kid every other day. I gulped. Starting down at my feet. “I’m not lost, I know where I live.”, I urged. “Mr. James, we can’t just give you a ride whenever you please.. oh my god! Kid.. let me get someone..”, the reception man finally looked up. His slight annoyance becoming pure shock. “Do I look that bad?”, I joked. “Yep.”, the old man nodded. I scoffed. As if.

Semesters over so here’s a magical girl au art dump, the og universe being this is a bunch of my irl friends as magical girls and villains Anyway so the plot is my friend Jakob accidentally becomes a magical girl, and it’d follow a bunch of magical girl shows but with the twist that the protag is a dude, and I’m the purple one

how it feels making twin ocs named yves and yvonne/yvette (haven’t decided while listeining to yves my two fav yves songs from goat

Elias seems like the kinda guy (in my opinion) who listens to Chappell Roan , Måneskin , Cavetown , Jann , Queen , Legally Blonde musical soundtrack, and my little pony opening at the same time. You cannot possibly disagree with this statement(i hope).

Who are you and why do you know the name of my OC and what he listens to

Let’s do this definitely for the first and only time and not the second hahahahaa (you didn’t see that) /silly Blah blah blah MegaMan not MegaMan characters from a RP I do with my friend for stupid fun. I won’t go into them much, but may as well share the art if I’ve made it. They’re just basically alternate universe variants of canon characters, that’s all that needs to be known without me going into an autistic TEDtalk fjsbdjsh. In order we have: Phi (alt Zero) Euler (Alt Copy x) Psi (4th image, top right. Alt ViA) Mu (4th image, bottom left. Alt Axl) Imaginary (4th image, bottom right. Alt X) Jet (5th image, on the left. Alt Bass) Dyna (5th image, on the right. Alt Bombman) And Vee (last image of course. Alt… Enker, funnily enough! Rishehj) …And yes this is why my blog has been pretty dry of art, send help. /Silly

Got an A5 sketchbook and had to try it out)))