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And as far as Actual Art goes, have prof and her four girlfriends. happy cheap candy day eve everybody

#sketches #my ocs #oc #prof #eliza #holly #clarity #dr vesper

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i dont know how many of these characters ive introduced here but uh. happy cheap candy day eve

#my ocs #prof #stupid meme

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Was creatively blocked, a friend suggested I draw Wario. did it from memory cuz im built different

#sketches #fanart #wario #wario land #wario world #warioware #Mario #super Mario bros

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Oh I already introduced her. shows how much I use this blog hhahahahahahahahabahahahaha

Time for another OC

Meet Voxlight, my body positive superhero who makes energy constructs

By day Paula Preston is a humble baker at a mall bakery, and by night she patrols her home city of Los Quadrados, Nevada, keeping it safe from robots, themed criminals, and interdimensional threats.

Im still working on drawing her hair like hair, so stay tuned

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Time for another OC

Meet Voxlight, my body positive superhero who makes energy constructs

By day Paula Preston is a humble baker at a mall bakery, and by night she patrols her home city of Los Quadrados, Nevada, keeping it safe from robots, themed criminals, and interdimensional threats.

Im still working on drawing her hair like hair, so stay tuned

#sketches #my ocs #oc #Voxlight #superhero #superhero oc #superheroine #superheroine oc

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Various oc sketches to improve my posing skills

Textless versions under the cut:

#sketches #my ocs #oc #fortune #birdie #the host #conspirator #wintergreen

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 I know I'm in college, and I know that parties like the ones I went to can get wild. But I've never went to a party that ended in multiple bite marks before. At least...they were all human bite marks before this party.

I should probably start at the beginning. The whole time through my high school career, I was, to put it lightly, a loner. To put it heavily, I was an outcast and a freak in the eyes of my peers. You think you know a guy (gender neutral), and then they start wearing all black, and getting piercings, and writing book reports about “Rappaccini's Daughter”, am I right? Anyway, growing up in rural Idaho meant that the closest thing to “subculture” we had around here were the different week night activities you went to with your church friends. One day midway through high school, I decided I needed a change, and my town decided they did not vibe with that. I hoped that things would change once I made it to college.

And change they did; it wasn't long after moving in that I was approached by some other goth people for basically the first time in my life. One of them I recognized from my intro to college reading class, but that was about it. Apparently, they were—not really a club, definitely not a fraternity, so I guess a “clique” would be the best term for it, and they were on the lookout for new members. I guess the college reading kid dug my (impeccable, if I say so myself) vibes and wanted to approach me about hanging out with them.

For a while, hanging out was all we did. We'd go to one or another friend's house/apartment and chill, playing video games, reading old books, and listening to Bauhaus. Things were good—I had an in group for the first time ever; I had friends. The one weird thing about them happened near the end of the month. All of them clammed up something fierce; none of them had the same vim and verve that they showcased in our hangout sessions, and my friend from class didn't even show up, which was a noticeable first for them.  It stayed that way for a few days straight, then they went right back to how they always acted. At least most of the time, anyway.

Whenever I tried asking one of them about what had been going on with them the past couple of days, I could never get a straight answer, let alone a satisfactory one. Every time I tried, they found some new excuse to dip—meal times, laundry to be tended to, the works. It was after a few more days of this that I gave up on trying to get it out of them and decided to let them keep their secrets.

It was about a week after this that one of them suggested a new activity idea to the group. Their housemates were out of town for the holiday, they said, so they basically had their apartment all to themselves. This was the perfect opportunity to go beyond the levels of our typical hangouts and really make it a night to remember. Well, that last part certainly came true.

It started out normally, with us falling into our routines of gaming and watching random crap on the TV while we waited for everyone to arrive. Once the last member of our little group arrived, that was when things started to get wild. They had brought beer. Beer and...other substances. I was underage and raised in a small conservative town, so I obviously had no experience with this sort of thing, and part of me wanted to stick to my guns and remain a teetotaler, or at least a designated driver. But, a smaller part of me said, this is your chance to stop feeling like an outsider. And be honest...you've wanted to try these for a while, haven't you?

I'd got me there.

From there, the night spiraled into a hedonistic blur. Things were said, objects were thrown, kisses were shared...and that's just the parts of it that I remember.  At some point, I must have blacked out, because the first thing I remember after the beer really started to flow was waking up in my own bed with a splitting headache, and smaller pains all over my body. Those pains, as I later discovered, were coming from the variety of bite marks I found myself festooned with.

As we started to hang out again, I kept the bites to myself; it was at least supremely awkward to talk about, and at worst could jeopardize my standing in the friend group. Besides, they were all as drunk as I was, right? Surely I couldn't hold them accountable for...whatever had happened to me.

Things proceeded as normal for the next couple of weeks. Then my friends started talking more and more often about the upcoming full moon. Like, a lot more often. I know we were goth and all, but this still felt like something of an unhealthy fixation. As usual, they didn't key me in on anything, but it still felt like they wanted me to be aware of it. Like...I dunno, things just felt more pointed. All of this culminated on the afternoon before the full moon. My class friend pulled me aside and asked me to follow them to meet up with the rest of the guys (gender neutral) for a thing tonight, with promises of an explanation for all the weird stuff they've been pulling. I agreed, mostly to see if I could get any sort of answers or closure for how weird they were being.

When we got there, the rest of the group was...worryingly scantily clad. Nothing indecent, I promise, but it still felt like they were going for minimum clothing. My friend pushed me into the center of the room and took off their jacket as the rest of the crew looked me up and down.

“Wolf, obviously,” one of them said. “Bear,” said another. One just said “Rat”, which seemed oddly patronizing. I was about to ask what any of this meant, when the clock on the wall started to chime. Six o'clock; the sun had long since set by now, but this was the first time I could catch a glimpse of the full moon through the window.

“Looks like it's starting,” my classmate said. “Time to see which of us you're going to take after.”

Then I doubled over in agony as my skin split in two.

Your new friends are really obsessed with the upcoming full moon. You thought nothing of it until you overheard them guessing and gossiping about what “species” you could be.

#my writing #writers on tumblr #writing prompts #horror #(or an attempt at it) #werewolf #werewolves #(perhaps)

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Been experimenting w new ways of sketching ppl/figures, so here are two of my superhero ocs! First is Voxlight (she/her), an interdimensional traveler who can make constructs that look like synthwave polygons. Second is NEO-1 (she/it), a shapeshifter genetically engineered from primordial life from another world.

#sketches #my ocs #oc #voxlight #NEO-1 #superhero #heroine #superheroine #superhero oc #superheroine oc #hero oc

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📦Griffin?

Sorry for making this 40 something year old woman breast boobily or whagever

#accidental reblog

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Space superhero design

#sketches #my oc #starrior

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Reference for an rpg character

#sketches #my ocs

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oc intro post: Conrad Marano

starting this with the character who has the best heroforge ref

Conrad Marano; Prof’s best platonic friend, a half-Fishman with a nautical background and obscene strength. More than anything, he just wants to help everyone and keep everyone happy. Also he’s gay and eventually gets a mummy boyfriend

Full bio here! https://toyhou.se/10188463.conrad

And some of my own art:

hope y’all like him

#my ocs #Conrad #sketches #oc masterpost #gay

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#prof #my ocs #trans #trans girl oc #transfem oc #trans woman oc #oc #sketches

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proving I’m not a bot by undoing the secret of my drawing success:

#sketches #my ocs #prof #oc #trans #trans girl oc #trans oc #transfem oc #trans woman oc #i'll try and get better at taking pics of these in the future

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Fantasy traveling merchant guy I came up with aeons ago

unedited version under the cut ig

Keep reading

#should be the last art i post on my personal blog #sketches #my ocs #tags for posterity #emporium

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starting my art blog w the first post that. has my art

ok i’m putting an oc on here

A real one this time. This one’s basically my favorite of my hundreds of children

Meet Prof Lethbridge! (This art by @sandwichhour​, they’re amazing)

Prof (yes, that’s her given name) is a Mad Scientist, who was rendered entirely monochrome by a lab accident that put her in contact with an entity called The Host; imagine Rod Serling, but more bigoted and omniscient. As this connection allows the Host to re-enter the mortal world and tinker even more with reality and causality, Prof has to use her scientific know-how and her monster-y friends to put a stop to him.

(this one’s my own art)

Incidentally, this rebellion against control and others telling her what her life should be is what lets Prof realize that she’s actually a girl. She transitions over the course of the following major story arcs/books, one set 3 months after the Host incident, and the next one 4 years after that (this “book 3″ era of Prof is what all of these arts represent).

(This one’s a blast from her past, courtesy of @telleruniverse​ ! drawn before I made the decision to trans her gender)

Anyway I think about this lass too much, and I’m pretty sure she has the most tags in my oc tag. So I’m putting her here! I hope y’all like her as much as I do.

(more of my own art. if you know all of my niche references i’ll give you a follow)

If you want more info and FAR too many Heroforge miniatures, hit up her ToyHouse: https://toyhou.se/10188460.prof

#sketches #prof #my ocs #oc masterpost