#OCtoberShip2019

[ultradiplr]

First Day of OC-tober!!! Hopefully I can keep up, it’ll be my first time doing something like this!!!

#OCtoberShip2019 #Sigma #Sigma Overwatch #Overwatch Sigma #Siebren de Kuiper #Sigma/OC #Sigma/Uahi

[gothicthundra]

Day One October OC x Cannon Art Challenge.

Dr. Chloe Gold (Cleopatra) x Motor Ed

PROMPT: Pumpkin Spice...

#motor ed #kim possible #oc #October 2019 #October art challenge #October 1 #day one #cleopatra #chloe gold #gothicthundra #OCtoberShip2019

[scara-smooches]

DAY 8: COMFORT

Unfortunately I’m breaking my streak of art with S.caramouche to give some attention to A.izawa, bc this prompt is perfect for him! 

I get the feeling movies are difficult for him..

#OCtoberShip2019 #i almost forgot to scan this in and post it before work :( #my art

[one-winged-dreams]

Day 2 - Chilly

I had to do Viral for reasons  (that reason is that i love him very much)

#octobership2019 #self ship #selfship #selfshipping #self shipping #virus art #kiss me you animal #started on day 2 cause i had no idea what to do for day one #i did this yesterday because i had nothing to do lmao

[swervesselfinserts]

~Chilly~

Day 2 of OCtober ♥️

#my art #self insert #self ships #self shipping #self ship community #otp: decepticuddles #octobership2019

[mlmdarkfiction]

OCtober Shipping; Day 9: Monster AU

Ship: Herbert West x West Briar

TW: Mentions of Cheating (there is no actual cheating Herbert is just paranoid), Body Horror, Werewolves.

Read on AO3: Read Below:

“I’m heading out.”

“Mhm.”

Herbert seems to give West just the barest minimum of acknowledgement, something he often does when he’s deep into his work, but this time he’s actually paying attention. You see, he’s picked up on the pattern West has developed.

It happened like clockwork. At least once a month West would leave their shared home with no explanation.

Worse of all, Herbert hadn’t actually noticed it himself. Dan had to be the one to bring it to his attention. Neither man had (originally) thought that West was cheating, because although Dan really didn’t understand it, West seemed happy or at the very least, content in his odd sometimes cold relationship with Herbert.

Really it was none of Dan’s business to begin with if he was cheating, but he was worried about the man. West was kind, but a bit off, and he was far more worried that someone was taking advantage of him. So he’d brought the concerns to Herbert, asking him if he knew where it was his boyfriend seemed to wander off to once a month.

And it was revealed that Herbert didn’t know where he was going, and more so, he didn’t realize that West had been leaving at all.

So now that West had gone out of his way to tell Herbert he was leaving, and in his defense he always tells Herbert when he leaves, Herbert just doesn’t always listen. But today he listened. Today he listened and purposely made it seem as if he didn’t notice.

He even waits until West has disappeared up the stairs, before getting up himself. He’ll get to the bottom of this.

Herbert follows as West goes in the direction of the cemetery near his house. It’s location has been incredibly useful for Herbert in his research, but he can’t fathom a reason for West to be going there.

It seems like a horrible place to host an affair. Because he’s convinced himself it’s an affair, that he’s been such a bad boyfriend that he’s driven West into the arms of another man. Who West is cheating on him with he’s not sure. After all, up until this point, he didn’t think West did anything aside from going to work, helping Herbert with his research, and remaining at their home. That just means whoever it is West has begun seeing he must have met at work. Still...he isn’t sure what he’s going to do when he catches West in the act. Kill the other man? Herbert isn’t above murder. Although to do so for such a reason is below him, but… he can always use new bodies for his research.  

Would West be angry? Probably. But doesn’t Herbert reserve the right to be angry too given the situation?

The concept of infidelity brings up a level of swirling emotions the scientist isn’t sure how to handle.

Strange sounds from the opened mausoleum are what brings Herbert away from his musings, however they only invigorate his anger.

“What do you think you’re!-”

It’s not the scene Herbert had been expecting. There is no other man, and in fact he can barely see West alone from the darkness.

He is there, but knocked to the floor on his hands and knees, spine crooked and arched unnaturally. The strange sounds were a mix of grunts and screams that passed the man's lips as his body snaps and cracks into pace.

West looks up catching sight of Herbert.

His eyes. Despite all the changes actively going through, it’s the change in West’s eyes that he notices first. His boyfriends regularly brown eyes have changed into an emerald green, but more striking than that was the change in the pupil. His pupil was slit, sharp, like one would expect from the pupil of a cat.

Herbert doesn’t have time to do anything but not the phenomena before the next, more captivating changes start.

West’s limbs grow, and they just keep growing, and keep growing. It reaches the point where the bones are pressing so tightly to the skin Herberts afraid it’ll bust entirely, and he’s right.

With an ear piercing shriek of pain Herbert can only watch as the flesh of West’s hand is pierced and ripped open by the overextending of his radius and ulna.

The whole transformation is watched with a mix of utter panic and overwhelming curiosity. His shaking hands reach for the small notepad in his pocket to take notes.

And notes Herbert does take. He watches the whole painful experience as West experiences it, the shedding and ripping of skin, the way it regrows at a rapid race, then begins to be covered with hair.

And then at the end of it...a  wolf. A gigantic wolf, but a wolf nonetheless. This giant wolf seems particularly curious in Herbert himself, hesitantly making his way over to the man and giving a tentative sniff.

“No.” Herbert says allowed, unsure if West, or the wolf, or are they one in the same, can even understand him.

“We’re not doing this.” He continues, as the large animal attempts to lick at his hand.

It’s a wonderful opportunity for research though. The only issue is getting him to the house...and how much he can get away with before his experimentation becomes painful and how much of said experimentation West may or may not remember when whatever this is ends.

#Herbert West #Herbert #OC: West Briar #Herbert West x West Briar #OC x Canon #OCXCanon #OCtoberShip2019

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

OCtober Shipping 2019

(finally a blog that encourages OCs X canon characters!)

Day 9:  Monster AU

Lady in Red

Fandom:  Doctor Strange/Marvel Cinematic Universe

Summary:   A being of infinite evil abducts Stephen's ladylove, hoping to lure him to his death. This reads quite melodramatically--so please just think of it as an old-fashioned, Hollywood B-movie--and it is (hopefully) in keeping with the spookiness of Halloween. [a Doctor Strange x OFC WIP]

Chapter One:

He heard the music of her laughter echoing through the great hall several minutes before he actually spotted her—knowing that she wasn’t quite herself just from the sound of it; the music that he cherished was somehow darkened, made throaty and far more sensual than he’d ever heard it, even at their most intimate moments of play. He sent a thought her way, though it had been several days since he’d actually gotten any sign, any confirmation, any response at all from her, in the wake of such attempts.  But Stephen had been certain that she lived, not only due to Teyla’s usefulness as bait to lure him to this place, but also because he just knew he would have immediately felt it if mortal harm had come to her.  Those uncharacteristic notes of darkness in her laughter had the hair on the back of his neck standing on end, and a seed of unease breaking into bloom inside his chest.  He quickened his pace down the stone corridor, regardless of the many sets of alien eyes that marked his passage.

Stephen had met with no resistance when he had passed through the gateway from Earth, and none as he’d entered the obsidian fortress of the creature currently calling itself Hades—in clear imitation of Earth mythology.  An eldritch light emanated from the dank, moisture-weeping walls, and he was especially cautious to avoid contact with that noxious liquid, suspecting that even a small brush against it might allow it to eat its way into his very mortal flesh. The closer he came to the two-story archway at the entrance to ‘Hades’ throne room, the more humid and restrictive the air grew, thick in his lungs, slowing his movements, and drenching him in sweat beneath his wizard’s tunic.  Cloak seemed to tighten protectively around his shoulders, although Stephen thought perhaps the foul damp that weighed upon him so laboriously was affecting his loyal relic as well.  He paused before the stone arch, listening to Teyla’s mirthless laughter, and gathering his wits for whatever battle lay ahead.

Prepared as he had tried to be—once he’d discovered who had abducted his sweet, guileless Teyla—he could never have envisioned the sight that greeted him.  Blood red.  Clothed in a mass of velvet and satin, she twirled before the throne, the full skirt of the scarlet gown that swathed her slender form billowing about her.  Stephen watched aghast as she spun, her arms flung wide, her blackened hair whipping wildly about her head.

Every several turns she would falter, made dizzy by her motion, and stagger briefly—but at the growled command of the dark figure on the throne, she would begin her macabre dance again.  His heart cried out in agony for his helpless woman, and his mind for retribution against the creature that had somehow stolen her will and was torturing her so.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh,” boomed the hoary voice from beneath the tarnished crown, “Comes the Master of the Mystic Arts!  Come to quail before my magnificence…come to beg mercy for his little lover.” 

 It cawed an ugly, deep-throated laugh, enough to freeze Teyla in place.  Her head fell forward, and even from where he stood, Stephen could see her tremble, straining against the control exerted over her.  It’s alright, honey, his mind whispered to hers, as he hoped to break through whatever block between them this Hades had created, I’m here now, and I will not allow him to hold you in his power a moment more.

“Foolish, pitiful, mortal man,” Hades exclaimed, “I have allowed you to approach my person only so I might look upon your despair!  Your mind tricks will avail you nothing!”  

Stephen could not discern the malignant being’s features, for its face was obscured by a fluctuating cloud of darkness.  He would like to have seen his adversary, as he has Hade’s foul companion when he had vanquished her, but for now he needed to learn as much as he could about the creature, hoping to discover a weakness enough to defeat it.

“Come sit at my feet, little one,” it cooed mockingly, raising a claw-like hand to beckon Teyla to him.  “Your savior is bound to failure, and you must accustom yourself to your rightful place.”

Teyla whimpered, and Stephen could see that enough of her own will remained for her to attempt resistance.  Hades bellowed his displeasure, and she fell to her knees, crying out in Hadeethan.  He could not translate her exclamation verbatim, but Stephen had learned enough of her native tongue to know that she was expressing her defiance. But despite her best efforts, the creature had his way with her, forcing her to crawl up the stairs of the dais, and seat herself on the floor beside the throne.

In silent communication, Cloak was urging him forward, reading Stephen’s impulse to fly to Teyla’s side, to scoop her up and portal them to safety.  Stephen let Cloak know that such timing would be ill advised—for he needed to assess the situation more fully; to discover what traps the malevolent being had lain.  He would be useless to his beloved Healer if he fell before he’d even reached her side.

“I see you harbor no fear, Wizard,” Hades told him reasonably, “At least not on your own behalf.” It cackled at that realization, “Oh, but this little thing is dear to you, dearer than any other life in the cosmos.” It reached down and ran its fingers through Teyla’s hair, purring greedily, “I had thought to use her to lure you here, so I might exact a punishment upon you for your destruction of she whom I treasured above all things…”

“She brought her own destruction upon herself.” Stephen strode forward, making a bold show of confidence, “I warned her repeatedly that the people of Tulanea were not hers to toy with.  I assure you–I do not relish taking any life, but in her case, it was necessary as she would not heed my threats.” He did not add that he was protecting an innocent, peaceful population of farmers and philosophers, for neither Hades nor his now dead sister cared a bit about the innocent.  “As I will take yours if you do not free Teyla of Hadeeth, and allow us both free passage from this word.”

Hades rose to his full height; Stephen estimated it was at least a dozen feet tall, a full two feet taller than its sibling had been.  “You dare to make demands of me, paltry mortal?  In my own throne room!”  It shook its fist in the air, thundering on, “I tell you now, charlatan, that I will feast on your bones this very day, and this sweet morsel that you so covet will be made to drink of your blood!  Then she will be mine; eternally mine as payment for what you stole from me.”

Stephen felt his own power surge through him, coursing through his veins with righteous fury. He balled his fists, nearly ready to make his stand, hoping that his calculations were correct—and that Cloak would succeed with its part of his plan.

Hades motioned again with his claw, and Teyla rose to her feet, her head lolling forward, her body as limp as a puppet on its strings awaiting the manipulations of its master.  “Yes, Doctor Strange, she will be my recompense.  I will make her my new Persephone, and she will forget you, her origin, even her own name, long after your flesh has turned to dust!”…

Chapters 1-3 on AO3    (this is a work in progress, which I hope to complete by Halloween)

#OCtoberShip2019 #OCs x canon characters #Monster AU #my writing #Lady in Red #danger #magic #angst #melodrama #Doctor Strange #Doctor Strange x OFC #Doctor Strange x Teyla of Hadeeth #Teyla of Hadeeth #OFC #Stephen x Teyla #Strangebatch #My Eternal Muse

[dragonzscene-moved]

alr so here’s some self indulgent shit no one asked for,

i’m finally doing oc-tober and the prompt was pumpkin patch

this gave me hand cramps

#self ship #self shipping #gundham tanaka #danganronpa self ship #danganronpa self insert #animals and swords #octobership2019

[deepseadaydream]

I’m participating in Inktober for once! I found this awesome list for self ships and I really wanted to do it this year ;w; Venomous and I took a trip to Starbucks and I got the infamous pumpkin spice frappuchino, it’s not as bad as everyone says y’all lmao

#Self Insert #My art #Ven 💜 #OCtoberShip2019 #Professor Venomous

[ultradiplr]

OCtoberShip2019 - Day 2: “Chill”

The cold hand touch should be illegal, but at the same time Uahi should know better than to brag she “doesn’t get cold.”

#OCtoberShip2019 #Sigma #Sigma Overwatch #Overwatch Sigma #Siebren de Kuiper #Sigma/Oc #Sigma/Uahi

[lunarpanda]

Day #30: Costumes

Whoa! We’re almost done! Costume selfie!

My fursona is Kirarisu this year!

#Mika doodles stuff #Self insert #Self insert ship #Totty Bear Shipping #Osomatsu-san #Todomatsu #Todomatsu Matsuno #Inktober #Inktober 2019 #OCtoberShip2019

[dapper-ships-herself]

Day 9, monster au

Day 10, cooking

Day 11, apple orchard

#octobership2019 #self ship #self ship community #self shipping #self ship positivity #self insert #self insert x canon #bungou stray dogs #osamu dazai #dapper draws #fairy tail #dapper inserts #dapper inserts: me #dapper inserts: fairy #dazian #erzian

[scara-smooches]

DAY 6: DECOR!

I got stuck on this one for a pretty good while, even though it sounds like one of the easiest prompts. Then I remembered this post, and had to draw this funky DJ skeleton thing

#i honestly want that decoration SO BAD but we have no place to put it since my parents dont care about halloween #OCtoberShip2019 #my art

[one-winged-dreams]

Day 3 - Dark

This one’s very late and a little low effort but ANYWAY

I love my Attendant to God even though he creeps the living hell out of me. Still a hottie tho.

#octobership2019 #self ship #selfship #selfshipping #self shipping #virus art #i'd make a deal with god

[swervesselfinserts]

~Pumpkin Spice~

Day #1 of OCtober by @ocshiplizard !

#OCtoberShip2019 #self ship #self insert #self shipping #my art #self ship community #otp: decepticuddles

[mlmdarkfiction]

OCtober Shipping; Day 4: Sleepless

Ship: Pelle x Leja

Note: Leja is genderfluid using multiple pronouns but they’re refereed to solely as he in this fic because they do use those pronouns but also because it’s the pronouns they used as of Pelle seeing them last.

Read on AO3:

Read Below: 

It’s mostly silent. The only sounds being the occasional cries of the baby above, and the sounds of the others sleeping in the building. It seems like Pelle himself is the only one unable to actually get any rest, staring up at the ceiling, counting and recounting the wooden boards as if it will help but his mind at ease enough to fall asleep. 

He can’t sleep. 

He’s too worried to sleep. 

Worried, and guilty. 

Guilty because he hadn’t even noticed the absence, at least not until someone had brought it to his attention. He had been pulled aside and asked very simply, “Have you seen Leja?” And that’s when it hit him that no, even on the trip back  with it’s many stops, Pelle had not once run into Leja. 

He had been so excited about returning to the Harga that he hadn’t stopped to wonder where Leja actually was. It doesn’t occur to him that maybe Leja hadn’t returned on purpose, that he had chosen to stay behind in Australia, refusing to return. No, that couldn’t be the case. Something must have happened. 

And he was a bad partner (although they were not technically together yet, they would be, they had approval) for not realizing sooner that he hadn’t returned. 

They had kept in contact through both of their times away. Letters, texts, and calls. Pelle had noticed the way Leja’s correspondence had slowed. First the letters had completely stopped, then it took days for him to respond to a single text, and eventually it developed to where Leja would only talk to Pelle on the phone, and even then sometimes he just wouldn’t answer. 

Pelle takes out his phone, going through to their last text conversation. It’s from three days before he was planning to return. Looking back it’s easy now to see that something is wrong, especially in the way all of Pelle’s enthusiastic texts or questions into how Leja is doing are met with only one word responses. It’s so easy to miss that things are wrong through text, it’s one of the main reasons that Pelle prefers to speak on the phone, although with the timezones it was hard enough to do so, and then he had to worry about whether or not Leja would even answer. 

The last text he’d sent, a simple ‘I love you’, was left on read. 

He puts the cellphone away, arm going up to shield his eyes.

Once the festival is over Pelle will go himself to take Leja home. Whatever it is that’s bothering his beloved, Pelle knows they can work out together, everything will be fine in time.

#babies first time writing Pelle #Pelle #Midsommar #OC: Leja #Pelle x Leja #OCtoberShip2019 #OCxCanon #oc x canon