#masked oc

[mothxart]

THE NEW PEAPAW’S REFERENCE SHEET HAS ARRIVED ✨✨

After that she’s turned into a masked, she lives on Rend

A little clarification!! She is very obsessed with her mask BUT she never had the temptation to put it on nor the intention… when the mask broke when she dropped it, it awoke the bug entity within the mask and persuaded her to put it on (I headcanon that masks are living entities)

#lethal company #lethal company fanart #lethal company oc #peapaw oc #lethal company masked #masked oc #my oc #meih’s art

[lethalcontracts]

Meet Cecil. probably the saddest, most pathetic looking masked ever! :'D

Cecil was forced to wear a mask by a crewmate who thought it'd be a form a punishment for Cecil's lack of 'pulling their own weight' while being sick. Unfortunately the fellow crewman didnt know what the masks actually did, and upon Cecil becoming masked; the crew made an emergency landing on Titan and kicked them to the curb.

Cecil goes by they/them! ^-^

#lethal company #masked #masked oc #tw:abandonment #tw:blood #poor thing cant even hunt properly #they are always sneezing and sniffling #so everything tends to stay away

[nurpowurpo]

Surge often wanders into ships and sits down in hopes of the crew taking him along. Doesn’t work but he has the will to do it.

#goober alert #artists on tumblr #artwork #digital art #lethal company #sketches #goober #lethal company masked #funny beefy masked dude #masked lethal company #masked oc #lethal company oc #silly little guy #fyp

[thewipartist]

I GUESS YOU GUYS REALLY LIKE CHESHNUT HUH??

#lethal company #Nutcracker #Nutcracker oc #Masked #Mimic #Masked Oc #Doodle #my art

[orchestrats]

Goofy ahh Giovani

#orchestrats oc #artist #artists on tumblr #art #character #doodles #drawing #oc #oc artist #oc art #oc drawing #skull #skull mask #mask #masked oc

[cookie-crumblr]

The Ghost of New Burrows

Part 3~

His Info: 📂☕️

F! PI Reader x Masked Yandere OC

Part 1 2 3 4

CW: F! Reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, Murder, gore, smutt with a little plot, pet names(darling, good girl, ), little knife play

A/N! sorry for the short post, cleaning out my drafts before i start something new!

14:05, New Chance St. New Burrows

With your trench coat draped around your shoulders, you rush to the newest crime scene. Your coffee, forgone on a crappy diner’s red and silver table top.

When you get there, everyone scrutinizes you without a single word. Your composure slips away from you like steam into frigid air.

The victim isn’t much to see after the first hlance.

Another crime of passionate rage.

Beaten beyond recognition.

You start scanning nearby rooftops for your ghost you…

Wait! Your ghost?!

Get it together Y/N!

Scanning the rooftops for THE ghost, you spot him almost instantly.

The eyes of his mask follow you as you enter the ground floor with an air of wavering authority.

The heavy iron door squeaks as rust chips off the hardly used hinges when you twist the handle and push it open.

“Darling,” For a long second, the world freezes, raindrops you hadn’t noticed held suspended in the tension between you and the ghost. His arms remain open for you as always.

Annoyed, you look away, and ask, “Why do you do that?”.

“Because, one of these days you’ll embrace me again” As he spoke your face warms.

“Auuuhg!” You rub your face in irritation. “You’re infuriating.”

“Am I, darling?” He chuckled, “I wonder why that is…” the words he spoke weren’t a question. He knew something you didn’t. Or something you just, didn’t want to admit, hell, even acknowledge.

The malicious smile of his mask holds like a tightening vice over you, as you fail to see the knife in his palm.

You grow slowly closer to eachother, each step mesmerizing the other as if in a slow dance. This rooftop your ballroom, and the rain your pianoforte.

You mimic his steps until nothing but a sliver of air remains between you both.

You see his chest rise and fall, his arm reaches up into your hair, and rakes across your scalp. Another hand pushes a wet blade to your throat, the hand in your hair now controlling you by a fistful.

You feel weak, powerless even.

You came to this rooftop, we’re you planning to catch him, detective?

No.

You weren’t, were you?

Your eyes flutter, his mask’s grin never ceasing. You think about the anonymity behind it… The thrilling sensation between your legs at not knowing exactly what he’s thinking or where he’s looking.

“You’re a good girl, detective.” you hear the smile in his gravely voice matching his mask.

“Am I?” You feel like a failure right now. What are you doing? fraternizing with the enemy.

A killer, even.

#oc geist #my oc #yandere #oc x reader #oc x you #yandere x reader #my fic #yandere x you #tw yandere #dead dove do not eat #yandere oc #reader x masked oc #masked yandere x you #masked yandere x reader #masked yandere oc #masked yan #masked oc #f reader

[kukkakisu]

My baby boy finally has a reference... Oughh took me a very long time but here he is. Copycat my beloved. My favorite little creature. As always more deets below.

Forgot to write it down in the ref itself, but CC is about 5'3-5'4. Appears a lot shorter since he's usually slouched or crouching down. Has a very bad balance and is not good at piloting the body so to speak, which is the reason for his wobbly and janky movement. While he isn't that good at moving around quickly or with grace, he is excellent at mimicking sounds. He can repeat anything he hears and copy it exactly how it sounded. This includes all kinds of sounds from humans to monsters to random things like the jester's music box or something falling on the floor. Though repeating things is easy, speaking sentences is not. CC often has to use multiple different voices to form a sentence he wants to say, and especially during his first few months didn't even understand most of the things he was repeating. He loves to mirror what others say back at them, with their own voice. Which can obviously lead to many awkward or even unintentionally unnerving situations. While he can't fully speak with his host's voice, he does still use it to make sounds and blabber about incoherently in an attempt to communicate sometimes. And boy does he have a lot to say! He isn't aggressive by nature but will get defensive if his items are touched or taken away from him. Despite trying to seem tough, the little masked is quite bad at actually fighting anything or anyone. He will likely start wailing and hold onto his mask tightly in an attempt to keep it safe. If anyone attempts to take it away, they will see what is underneath it. The tendrils will grab onto the mask and lash out at anything in near vicinity in an attempt to get it back on his face. Otherwise, they remain still and inactive under the mask. When distressed, they start to move about under it and Copycat can feel it. He's "adopted" both by the human medic Nathaniel and the Bracken Naava that dwells on Rend. While he isn't a child, he's still very much in a position where he needs a lot of support to survive and feels happy to have so many friends he can rely on. He's still trying to understand what it means to be masked, and what it means to be human. CC feels like he is a bit of both, even if his host is no longer alive. Thanks to his human guardian, his body doesn't decay like it usually would either so he has a lot more time to ponder his place in this world. Constantly learning and exploring, Copycat will keep going as long as he can-- even if his never-ending curiosity and eagerness do sometimes get him in trouble.

#lethal company #lethal company oc #masked oc #lethal company masked #kisudraws #ocstuff #been working on these refs like crazy in the past week or so #CC was my very first lc oc and I love him dearly #he's a baby tm and deserves to be held and loved #be nice to him! <3

[silverstudios]

@lethalcontracts this was the first thing that popped into my head the moment I saw Cecil. Just this sad sick masked just instantly getting plucked up and carried away because sad little mask needs friends.

#lethal company masked #masked oc #venice #Cecil #it's late so only doodle but i had to get it done before i forgot

[taniqetil]

Crying angel harpy adopt, sold back in february 2023 I loooove how the colours on this one look!!

#taniqetil art #terato #adopt #humanoid #monster boy #adoptable #monster love #harpy #harpy oc #angel #angelic #masked #masked oc #blue #winged #wings #horns

[angelbunvt]

Currently in the process of revamping one of my vtuber models between drawing hermitcraft and doing commissions! I think it’s looking pretty good so far 👉👈💕

#digital art #art #vtuber design #vtuber #original character #character design #masked oc #oc artwork #oc #oc art

[mothxart]

could i give willow a hug?

Yes you may U-U He deserves it

#aughhh noticing some flaws and minor errors grgagrgrgr #Willow deserves this hug #meih’s art #meih answer asks #lethal company oc #lethal company masked #masked oc #willow oc #also I discovered a new brush and I love it smmmsms #my oc

[lethalcontracts]

Clay's design was inspired by the dark reality of Everest. If you die there, theres a high chance your body will be left on that mountain, never to be recovered. If you are in peril, your teammates will leave you, knowing that your chances of survival are next to nothing, and they'll be risking their own lives to save you. (Terrible thing to do btw. Dont do this.)

Another inspiration is the Classic poster of John Carpenter's The Thing! Absolutely love that movie, and the poster is just fun. :3

#lethal company #oc talk #clay oc #masked oc #idk i just think hes neat!

[nurpowurpo]

Eeehahahahdughdhvishdkghskskrntjsjsgfj shakes him I like how this turned out. Tee hee funny Surge lore

#goober alert #artists on tumblr #artwork #digital art #lethal company #digital illustration #employee lethal company #lethal company oc #lethal company art #lethal company masked #masked oc #funny beefy masked dude #also maybe poetry idk if it counts I’m throwing random shit into the text box #I love vows scenery it reminds me of somewhere i sworn I’ve been and yet I havent #please give my man a crew he’s desperate for his job back #fyp

[svarta-nackros]

Bear-Man and his cub. ✨

I still have no idea who they are or what they want but I'm gonna find out soon...

For the time being, please enjoy this single father and his precious daughter. 🪓🐻💕

[close-ups below ¬]

#my art #art #artists on tumblr #slasher #slasher art #oc digital art #oc artist #oc original character #masked oc #oc art #my ocs #slasher original character #slasher oc #masked men #masked character #Bear-Man 🐻

[cookie-crumblr]

The Ghost of New Burrows

Part 1

F! PI Reader X Masked Yandere OC

His Info: 📁✨

part 1 2

CW: F!reader, reader has a vagina, (i think in this part reader is G/N tho, like nothing is specified) reader smokes and drinks a lot, murder not so much mystery, gore, guns, shooting, some self hate(sorry, luv you guys tho) not proof read, swearing, stalking, breaking an entering, a sprinkle of praise✨ mdni banner by cafekitsune!

03:04, your apartment, 2202 Gothil hill, New Burrows

New Burrows, an overpopulated, high density city in a completely smog filled and dying world.

You add to the pollution, your own small puffs of grey nicotine floating up from your lips.

The blankets cling to your naked, sweat slicked skin.

You kick them off, having stubbornly turned down your partner for the night’s offer to shower together. He is currently in the bathroom cleaning up.

Your thoughts float back to your last case again…

A domestic dispute turned cold blooded murder.

You solved it easy enough, but stuff like that clings to your mind every time.

He emerges smirking at you, you barely notice his amber eyes, your mind enraptured by your own negative feelings.

He’s very pretty. You think.

Too bad you can’t care less right now.

The water, penny scented and harshly pelting your back feels cleansing enough for now. You fear that even if something better was out there, nothing could ever clean you completely of this city’s filth. “Hah,” you bark out a sour laugh at your own dark humor.

04:50, an appartment in South Elegance District, New Burrows

“and the body?” you ask.

“Right this way, Y/L/N”

As the scene unfolds before you, you realize immediately that this was not what the enforcer on scene had detailed over the phone.

The enforcers could care less about this city and the people in it, making your job even more of an uphill battle.

They had explained the murder in bland terms, “a simple stabbing, probably”.

However, this was nothing less than a murder of pure passion.

Stabbed 32x at least from first glance.

The perp took out some serious frustration on the victim.

You spend some time mapping out the scene in your head and taking notes and pictures.

Before long you take note of a small piece of paper… Picking it up with gloved hands. There’s no fingerprints, nothing else. Just the paper, and some very neat handwriting, that reads, “Let’s Play”.

You look out the window adjacent, seeing some movement on the nearby rooftop out the corner of your eye.

A masked person sits on the ledge, swinging their legs, their covered eyes hold yours. They wave at you. Your hand finds your gun, your eyes never leaving theirs.

It’s him.

Though it’s too dark, and he’s eclipsed by the bright reds and blues of a neon bar sign.

You know it’s him.

You blink, the sound of someone calling your name, regrettably, pulling you from your staring contest with the ghost.

When you open them again, he’s gone.

One Week later~

23:30, 2202 Gothil Hill, New Burrows

The window is open, yet the smoke you fill the room with stays stagnantly floating above you.

“Fuck!” another murder happened. Another note. Another staring contest only to be lost by lack of sleep, ending with them again lost without a single trace.

You scope out rooftops, map out sites of murders and sites you see him taunting you.

Worst of all you’re discovering the only link between the victims…

Is you.

The first victim was a guy in the line at Labor’s diner, he paid for your coffee.

The second was a friend of a friend that had a small, childish crush on you.

It’s making you paranoid… Sleep is starting to elude you just as the ghost does. Within your sight, but just out of your reach.

That can’t be the only link…

If it is, he’s directly targeting you. You know that it’s true, but you want with every atom that makes you, that it’s not.

Why?

Why you?

What does he want?

The red strings in your mind are endless with no two points meeting up.

One Week later~

11:20, behind Labor’s Diner, New Burrows

You had already been drinking this morning. At least everything’s in walking distance

Cars are outlawed and lay in the poorer streets as rotting relics of the far but not forgotten past.

When this body was reported, instead of heading to the scene, you go to the nearest rooftop with a view of the body.

Pistol already drawn, you kick open the door.

He stands with his hands outstretched, as if waiting for your embrace.

You shoot, mostly just intuition guiding your bullet.

Perfect, right between the eyes. His head lurches back at the impact, but he remains standing.

You keep your gun raised, now confused.

His hands stay welcoming you.

His head rolls back forward to face you as if nothing happened.

His mask though…

It’s cracked.

One of the eyes are chipped enough to see the human beneath.

An amber iris stares back at you.

You’re frozen.

It all makes some kind of sense…

You just, never once thought you’d be the one in this scenario.

He’s playing with you directly.

But you’re not a victim.

And you’ve got him! You’ve seen his face.

But…

Wait…

You can’t remember it.

why can’t you remember his damned face?

Where you so distracted that day you couldn’t even focus for even a second on the face of someone you were fucking for the night?

god, sometimes you make yourself sick.

Your gun clicks as you pull the hammer back.

His mask broke, if you aim for the eye…

As you’re staring into his eye, you feel something like electricity pass through you.

Excitement maybe?

To catch him at last.

Yeah, that must be it.

There is no movement on the roof.

There is only you and him, you have a gun, he seems to have nothing…

You wonder what his plan is.

The little switch is pulled, and in that same second, he’s tumbling gracefully over the ledge.

You run to the spot where he once stood, looking anywhere and everywhere, at all the civilians in droves walking below, and there are no signs of the ghost.

You’ve lost him again.

“Shit!” you throw a curse into the gray sky.

To make matters worse it has started to rain at some point.

You read in an old book once how rain used to feel cleansing…

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, feeling mournful for a time you’ve never been a part of.

The rain now days smells like the wet garbage that litters the streets.

The crime scene below is being washed of any evidence he probably didn’t even leave, so you head back down.

One day later~

03:09, 2202 Gothil hill, New Burrows

Glass shards decorate the hall where you threw your now empty bottle of synth absinthe.

You’re slumped over your desk, passed out from the lack of sleep mixed with the alcohol.

Your job sits on the line at the moment. Enforcers just want arrests, and you’ve now got three murders with nothing but a ghost.

It doesn’t look good.

Your eyes flutter open, the dim light of your desk lamp is easy enough to adjust to, and you don’t look around the room.

There’s a hand petting the softest circles into your back. You hum contently.

When’s the last time you’ve been touched so lovingly?

In your sleep induced haze, you feel safe with whoever is there… And your heart feels warm, as if they’ve wrapped their arms around it, squeezing it tightly.

Their hand is warm, they lead you into the bedroom by their memory in the dark.

You hazily follow without a single question in your head.

They tuck you in, “sleep pleasantly, you’ve been doing so good, detective” They sit on the bed next to your burrito wrapped form, gently petting your head.

You practically purr into their hand, not wanting them to pull away.

They don’t.

They continue to pet you well after you’ve fallen asleep.

#my oc #oc x reader #oc x you #yandere #yandere x reader #my fic #yandere x you #dead dove do not eat #tw yandere #yandere oc #masked oc #masked yandere oc #oc geist #masked yan #masked yandere x reader #masked yandere x you

[kukkakisu]

Lend me your life.

Words; 1455 Content warnings; Death, thoughts of death/self-harm, abandonment, descriptions of a mask attaching itself to an employee A look into CC's last moments alive before he turned into a Masked.

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How long had it been?

Keeping track of time was the least of CC's concerns, yet when there was nothing but the silence of the mansion walls to keep them company, they couldn't help but wonder. How much time had passed? Hours? Days?

Their fingers pressed against the colorful Rubix cube they had picked up some time ago, turning it idly as they stared at the ceiling. There was no intent to solve it, it was just a distraction to occupy their mind. To give them something to do. Something to focus on.

It was strange to notice how small things became so important to your survival, once you were stuck in a grim situation. Even so, CC was nearing their limits.

At first, they had tried to find their crewmates. They had felt worried, but after some time that worry morphed into fear. Even so, they wanted to believe in them and not lose hope. Surely they wouldn't have left them here? I mean, nobody would just abandon a new intern on a desolate moon, right? And even if there was a reason for them to leave, they'd come back. They'd…

The movement of CC's hands stopped and the cube slipped, clattering lightly as it fell on the wooden floor. Who were they kidding? They weren't coming and they knew that damn well. As CC lay still, they felt their chest get uncomfortably tight. Tears made their way up to their eyes and they struggled to keep them from pouring down. There wasn't even anyone to hear them cry, yet they wanted to hold it in so badly-- just to prove to the others that they were strong enough. Capable of doing more than just messing up.

CC knew their crew was likely disappointed with them. They made a lot of mistakes and weren't as quick, efficient, or strong as the rest. CC couldn't do as much as they did. No matter how much they had tried, it just wasn't enough. Maybe they had finally lost their patience and decided to leave them here so they could find someone new… Not that CC would get to know what they thought now.

They had oxygen but… For how long? And what about food and water? Not to mention the stories of dangerous creatures that could be lurking inside this mansion. No matter how they looked at it, they weren't making it out alive.

It was a scary thought. Yet at the same time, it was something they were starting to hope for. Being stuck here alone was far worse than dying to something swiftly. They didn't want to be alone.

Sure, they had found a few items to keep them company but it wasn't enough. They craved a human connection. Someone to listen to, or someone to talk to. The silence was overwhelming and talking to themselves could only get them so far.

The spiraling thoughts were finally enough to make the warm tears drop down their cheeks. Instinctively, they reached to wipe them, only for their hand to collide with the helmet's visor. Ah. Right. They couldn't take it off. It was the thing that was keeping them alive. Silent breaths grew heavier at their frustration and soon enough CC found themselves sobbing loudly. They wanted to take this stupid helmet off. They couldn't take this anymore.

Their cries were interrupted by a sound. A first they had heard in a long while. Laughter. A low chuckle. It made them go quiet and jolt up. What was that? Did they imagine it? They shook their head as they sniffled. They must have been finally losing their mind. But then they heard it again. A longer chuckle. The voice was deep and distorted yet despite the eerie tone, it felt oddly gentle. CC's eyes focused on one of the items that were on the floor beside them. A white comedy mask. The noise had to come from that, they were certain of it.

"Are you… Trying to comfort me?" CC reached for the mask, picking it up. As if replying to their question, a muffled laugh came from it. At this point, they didn't care if it was a delusion or not. It was comforting. They wanted this. They needed this. They broke down into a sob once more and held the mask carefully against their chest.

"Thank you…"

Eventually, they let their body lay back on the ground and held the mask above them. They wondered if it was more than just an item and if it had seen and heard everything that had happened from the very moment they had picked it up from the main hall's staircase. They exhaled through their nose in amusement at the thought. Yep. They were losing their mind. There was no way any of these items were sentient. Still… If the thought comforted them and kept them going for a bit longer, it was worth it to entertain it.

Without thinking, they brought the mask closer to their visor. It was a neat looking thing, now that they had a closer look at it. They wondered how it had remained in such a pristine condition if this moon and its manor had been abandoned years ago.

A strange sound interrupted CC's thoughts. Muffled mutters. Chatters. As if something was talking underwater. Many voices distorting into one. And then…

The mask lit up and pressed itself against their helmet. It shattered the glass of their visor, pushing itself into their skin. They shut their eyes and their body convulsed at the intense pain. Something was burning into their face. Dulling their mind as it sank deeper and deeper. Like a wave that engulfed you into the depths of the ocean. Eating them away, bit by bit. It felt painful and all of their nerves burned in desperate resistance as their body continued to twitch. Yet somehow, something about it was… Peaceful. Like slowly falling into a comfortable dream. With each passing second, their movements started to slow down and they felt calmer and calmer. They should have continued to fight it, but they didn't. They had accepted their fate. They were willing to let go. And so, they let that comfortable stillness hold them like a blanket until everything finally went dark. CC's eyes remained closed and they fell into a soothing dream. One where they were safe. One where they wouldn't feel pain. One, which they would never wake up from.

Employee 115: [Life support: OFFLINE]

While one faded away into the depths, another surfaced.

With a sharp gasp, the body moved again. It was strange, to be something that could move on its own accord as it pleased. As expected, it wasn't an easy task to do. After all, how could you know if you had never done it before? With a wobbly movement, he pushed himself up to sit. The floor felt cold under his gloved hands. What a strange sensation. As his gaze wandered, he took in the room he was in. Dimly lit. Pleasant to the eye. His gaze eventually found the cube lying next to him and he picked it up. What a colorful, curious thing. Something about it made him feel warm. What was this feeling? He wasn't sure, but it felt important. He wanted to keep this. Mimicking what his host had done a moment ago, he pressed the item close to his chest and held it gently like a treasured friend. He was confused by how this body felt and moved but wanted to honor the person who had given it to him. He had been watching. He had seen the way the intern had been treated. And he had seen how they had treated his mask. They were kind. Their crew was not. He was unsure if his compassion was his alone or the result of inhabiting a body with such a sensitive mind. Was this how it felt to feel?

Overwhelmed by the intensity of the newly discovered emotions, he found himself sobbing. Red liquid dripped from the mask and stained its white surface as his muffled sounds echoed in the empty room.

It was ironic to take a life for yourself, only to feel just as lost and alone as they must have felt. Even so, in his mind, an equal exchange was made. They were granted the peace they wanted and he was given the freedom that he craved. While the unknown was frightening, this was what he wanted. He would figure things out. He would learn. He would live. For him. For them.

With a quiet, strained voice the newly formed Masked finally spoke his first words.

"Thank you… For lending me… Your life."

#lethal company oc #masked oc #ocstuff #dropping some Copycat lore and skittering away #there might be some grammar mistakes since I'm not a native English speaker but I'm happy with how this turned out #it's been a while since I've written longer things like this #I might write some continuation to this later #Or just like general adventures of Copycat type of stuff