#oc: Melanie

[froggityboingerrr]

Huzzah!! Me and @fernaldoishere ‘s ocs! Valerian and Melanie are in yuri and it’s great 🤑🤑

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #ninjago ocs #ninjago original character #original characters #froggy’s devious acts #froggityboingerrr #character art #oc: melanie #oc: valerian #oc artwork #oc art #art #yuri #oc yuri #ninjago wolf warriors #ninjago wolf warrior oc

[madadrawing]

I don't post non-Pokemon much anymore, but I felt like drawing my Hollow Knight inspired OC the other day! Ended up really happy with the pose and decided to fully render it, so here she is! Have a Melanie ^_^

#hollow knight #hk #bug #insect #insect oc #bug oc #oc: melanie #mada's art

[sickstarlight]

96.*trying to rub stomach discretely* "No, my stomach is cramping like crazy." & 39. “Do you think he caught that bug that’s been going around?” for any male character please? thank you ❤️

Kellan can tell something is wrong; Aiden is uncharacteristically quiet throughout the whole club meeting, and he looks tense and uneasy, sitting in the back corner with his shoulders hunched and his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket. Every now and then, a pained look flickers over his face, but for the most part he keeps his expression blank, staring at the floor while the others talk.

After the meeting, he lingers in the doorway, waiting for Aiden to catch up. “Hey,” he says quietly, keeping his voice low so no one else except maybe Melanie will hear him. “Are you doing okay?”

Aiden manages a strained smile that turns into a grimace. “Actually, no,” he admits, rubbing his stomach surreptitiously through the lining of his jacket. “My stomach is cramping like crazy right now.”

“Oh, no,” Melanie frets, reaching for his arm. “You should have said you were sick!”

“Think it must have been something I ate,” Aiden says, and laughs weakly. “Probably my own fault.”

“Yeah, if you weren’t always stuffing your face with junk food, maybe this wouldn’t happen,” Kellan teases lightly, and punches Aiden in the shoulder. “Come on,  you should get home if you’re not feeling well.”

“I still wanna hang out with you guys, though,” he protests, shaking his head.

“So we’ll come over to your place,” Melanie says, shrugging. “That way you’re already at home if you start to feel worse, and you can just tell us to piss off whenever you want.”

“You guys don’t have to…” Aiden says, and then whimpers a little, hugging himself tighter with both arms as his face twists up in pain. “Ugh — sorry — hurts…”

“You’re clearly not up for hanging out at the union, anyways,” Kellan says firmly, taking his other arm to lead him towards the campus train station. “Let’s get you back home.”

They're halfway to the station when Aiden falters and stops, breathing hard as he clutches his stomach with both hands, no longer trying to be subtle. "Oh, fuck," he gasps. "I think I'm gonna hurl."

Melanie squeaks and covers her mouth; Kellan takes a step back without letting go of Aiden's arm. "Okay, uh, just..." he says awkwardly. "Over here, in the grass, not on the sidewalk."

Aiden stumbles after him into the grass, eyes screwed shut and mouth pressed into a tight line as he tries to steady his breathing. Kellan rests a hand on his shoulder from behind and feels him shudder as he doubles over to retch, dry-heaving a few times before he manages to cough up a mouthful of sick that splatters the ground at his feet.

"Gross," Kellan comments, wincing slightly, and rubs his hand over Aiden's back.

"Sorry," Aiden manages, before he vomits again.

Kellan looks over at Melanie behind his back, and she grimaces. They wait quietly for a few moments while Aiden catches his breath before she gently suggests, "Do you think you're done?"

"Uh," Aiden says, straightening, and brushes his hair back from his forehead with one hand. "I think so, for now." He looks even more like shit than before,  his face very pale and sweat breaking out across his brow, but he manages a shaky smile at them both.

Kellan isn't encouraged. "You think you can make it to the station before you start puking again?" he asks, skeptical.

"I dunno, man," Aiden says, a little sharply, and Kellan cringes. "I don't feel nauseous right now, but it came on kinda suddenly!"

"Sorry," Kellan mumbles, looking away. "I didn't mean..."

Aiden groans, shaking his head. "No, I didn't mean to snap. Come on, let's just go, already, I'm sure you guys are sick of waiting on me."

He does manage to make it to the station without having to stop again, though once they're there he makes a beeline straight for the garbage can. Kellan and Melanie exchange worried looks as they trail after him. "Do you think he caught that bug that's been going around?" Melanie asks in an undertone, and bites her lip. "A ton of people were out in my classes last week."

"I dunno," Kellan says, shrugging, "but he seems like he's in pretty bad shape."

Aiden is leaning over the trash, one arm braced against the edge, when they catch up to him, but he hasn't thrown up again -- yet. "Sorry," he says again, lifting his head a little. "You guys don't have to come with me, I can..." He pauses to swallow hard and take a deep breath. "Get home by myself."

"Don't be stupid," Kellan says, shaking his head. "Of course we're coming with you."

"Someone has to take care of you while you're in this state," Melanie agrees, patting his back with one hand.

"Thanks, you two," he says with a strained smile, and then groans, his shoulders hunching as he clutches his abdomen. "Ugh, fuck--"

He gags and doubles over to vomit into the trash can, bringing up what must be the better part of his lunch in a chunky stream of half-digested stomach contents. Kellan grimaces. “You’re okay, dude, just get it up,” he says as Aiden heaves. “Maybe if it’s something you ate you’ll feel better.”

“God, I hope so,” Aiden pants, wiping his mouth across the back of his hand. “I feel rotten.”

“Well, once we get you home, you can get into something more comfortable and lie down with a hot pack to help with the cramps,” Melanie suggests, still rubbing circles on his back through his jacket. “Oh, and there’s the train now, come on—“

“Just try not to throw up on the ride, okay?” Kellan says, taking him by the arm to pull him gently across the platform. “It’s only a few stops to your place."

#ocsick #oc: kellan #oc: melanie #oc: aiden #sickfic #emeto #emeto fic #emetophilia #ty for the prompts anon!! #azi tag

[chromeplumbobs]

some old gameplay screenshots of melanie and her unfinished apartment

#ts2 #sims 2 #oc: melanie #i tried to crop out the queue in the 4th picture but it wasn't coming together loll

[minnieeeworld]

some stuff i drew recently! i started making a new story abt a haunted restaurant/puppet theatre

i have 5 charas so far but . this is angel, and the one next to him is melanie <3 the one next to melanie is his final look. but melanies look is not final ...

#procreate #oc stuff #oc: angel #oc: melanie #original characters #ocs #my art

[mushroomjar]

If I had a nickel for every time I made sapphic OCs that fall in love through their shared love of music, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it's happened twice

#i said sapphic bc one of them's bisexual but the rest are all lesbians #oc: francesca #oc: camino #oc: ashley #oc: melanie #oc tag #cat rambles

[jetstargenderfuckery]

boss makes a dollar

i make a dime

thats why i draw lesbians on company time

#nico screams #nico draws #oc: melanie #oc: claudia #let love live on

[a-completely-normal-writer]

30 Days, 30 Lines Challenge: Day 3

Challenge rules here

Melanie's hands start to sweat the closer she gets to the building, and she wipes them on her jeans at the next red light. 

#30 days 30 lines challenge #writers on tumblr #black writers #spectre #oc: melanie #excerpt

[harleyquinnzelz]

I was tagged by @yellenabelovaa

Rules: What tarot cards would your ocs represent? you can pick minor or major arcana!  (I quite literally asked my tarot deck because I didn’t want to read the meaning and analyze all 72(?) cards, lol)

Sally Hopper - The Chariot

MJ Henderson - Judgement

Kitty Dawson - The Tower

Laurie Dawson - The Hermit

Marnie Meeks - The Moon

Melanie Meeks - The Fool

If I did every oc I had, I'd be here all night so I'll leave it at that!

I tag: @guardiansofheroes @susiesamurai @reyskestis

#tag games #this was fun! #i love tag games like this! #muses #oc: sally #oc: mj #oc: kitty #oc: laurie #oc: marnie #oc: melanie

[hale-of-stiles-heart]

it's el woo woo Wednesday so here's all of my werewolf ocs (so far)

picrew link

#picrew #oc tag #oc: David #oc: Melanie #oc: Estefania #oc: unnamed

[that-bi-fan]

something I just realized. out of all of my OCs, there's only two main characters that I don't hurt. Aurae's got her curse, Vita gets tortured, Vallyn loses his arm, Melanie gets stabbed TWICE, Sera is in agony every time she casts a spell, Kristina loses her leg, Davorin has headaches constantly, and Gavin has survivor's guilt.

Watts and Ashford are both just sitting quietly. Unharmed, untraumatized.

#OC posting #OC: Aurae #OC: Vita #OC: Vallyn #OC: Melanie #OC: Sera #OC: Kristina #OC: Davorin #OC: Gavin #b says things #hehehe im finally letting myself yell about the blorbos in my brain

[madadrawing]

Finished this doodle I had sitting in my wip folder since FOREVER ago, so have some bug content! I still draw for that sometimes I promise :)

#hollow knight oc #hollow knight fanart #hollow knight #oc: Melanie #bug #insect oc #nosk #painting #digital painting #I made the sketch ages ago but #honestly I’m still kinda proud of the poses.

[sickstarlight]

I hope you're not sick of me, but how about something for sick Melanie where she has to call somebody to come and help her get home from somewhere?

When she’s finished throwing up for the third time, Melanie sits upright and scrubs the tears from her watering eyes with the back of one hand. She feels awful, shaky and drenched in sweat, her face hot and flushed and the foul smell of vomit still making her stomach churn. She closes her eyes and takes a few deep breaths, reaching up to flush the toilet again before settling back down on her heels.

She knew she should have stayed home from work today.

And thinking of home, it occurs to her that she has no idea how she’s going to get back. Even if she felt less like she might puke again at any second, she doesn’t think her legs have the strength to make it even a few blocks to catch the train. She’s going to have to call a taxi, probably, a thought which makes her wince. Quite aside from cab fare, which is already more money than she wants to spend, she certainly can’t afford cleaning fees if she gets sick again on the way.

She groans and leans her head against the metal side of the bathroom stall, one arm wrapped around her stomach as she pulls out her phone with the other hand. She thinks about calling Kellan, but the best he could do for her would be to walk with her, and anyways, he’s at work too right now. Aiden might be home, but she’s not going to ask for a ride back to her room on his bike when she’s feeling so sick. Who else does she know? There’s Levana, maybe, she has a car — but she’s probably busy, and she’s more Aiden’s friend than Melanie’s.

Still, maybe it doesn’t hurt to ask. With a sigh, she pulls up Levana’s contact information and hits call.

“Levana,” says her cool soft voice after the second ring. Melanie swallows, her stomach turning over as if she might throw up again, and takes a deep breath.

“Um, hi,” she says. “It’s Melanie. Blake? I’m friends with Aiden?”

“I know who you are, yes,” Levana replies. “Is there something you needed?”

“Yeah, actually,” Melanie says. “I’m, uh...”

For a long moment it’s silent as she tries to gather her courage.

“I got really sick at work,” she admits in a rush. “I’m downtown, I was hoping maybe someone — um, maybe you could pick me up and take me back to my room?”

Levana doesn’t answer at first, and it’s quiet for so long that Melanie begins to get nervous again.

“It’s just, you’re the only person I really know who has a car,” she says. “If you’re busy, I can, I can call a taxi, I just—“

“What do you mean, sick?” Levana interrupts.

“I threw up a couple of times,” Melanie mumbles, shrinking into herself as if she can hide from Levana’s judgement over the phone.

“Ah,” Levana says.

“But, I mean, I think I’m finished now,” Melanie adds quickly, though she’s not entirely sure about that. “I just don’t really have it in me to walk to the train station, that’s all.”

There’s another long pause, and she swallows hard, slipping her free hand under her blouse to rub at her queasy belly.

“Like I said, if you’re busy...” she begins.

“No, I’ll be there,” Levana says. “Just don’t — please don’t throw up in my car.”

—

Melanie sits on the curb outside to wait, her knees drawn up to her chest and her head resting on her arms. Levana lives on the other side of town, so it’ll take her a few minutes to get here, and Melanie is too sick to do anything but wait in the meantime.

When someone pulls up to the curb in front of her, she lifts her head in time to see Levana roll down the window. “Melanie?” she asks. “Come on, get in.”

Melanie gets to her feet, a little unsteady as her knees tremble under her, and climbs into the passenger seat next to Levana. She looks tidy and severe, her long hair pulled up into a ponytail and her eyes sharp behind her glasses. “Hi,” Melanie mumbles, staring down at her hands in her lap.

“You live in the Stratton building, right?” Levana asks. Melanie nods.

As they pull away from the curb, she feels her stomach lurch, and swallows hard. Only a few minutes, she reminds herself. A few minutes’ drive, and she’ll be home, where she can lay down with the trash can by her bed until she’s feeling better.

Neither of them speaks much on the drive; Melanie doesn’t trust herself to open her mouth, and she’s always sort of had the impression that Levana is a quiet woman in general. For the most part, she rests her head against the cool glass of the window and stares out at the buildings passing by.

Halfway there, though, the nausea building again in her stomach gets so bad that she has to speak up. “Um, Levana?” she asks, her throat tight. “Could — could you pull over for a minute?”

Levana glances sideways at her and goes tense, her shoulders stiffening and her mouth pressing into a thin hard line. She nods wordlessly and eases the car over to the curb, shifting into park with a jolt that makes Melanie’s stomach do a backflip. Mel quickly covers her mouth with one hand, throwing the door open with the other so she can lean out over the gutter.

With a weak retch, she coughs up a mouthful of acid onto the ground, and then a thin stream of watery vomit. There’s not much left in her stomach to throw up now, so it doesn’t last long; after a moment, she’s able to sit up again and catch her breath, wishing she had a tissue to wipe her mouth.

“I think I’m okay now,” she mumbles when her stomach has settled again, and looks over at Levana, only to see to her surprise that she’s shaking, her face turned away and her shoulders drawn in on herself defensively. “Oh,” Melanie says, and feels her chest tighten. “Oh, no — Levana — does it upset you when people get sick?”

Levana hesitates and then nods, taking a deep breath to steady herself. “I apologize,” she whispers. “I shouldn’t...”

“No, no, don’t,” Melanie says quickly. “I’m so sorry, I wouldn’t have called you if I’d known, I should have —“

“It’s alright,” Levana says. “Are you... sure you’re alright for now?”

Melanie nods. “Yeah, I’m okay now. Levana, I’m so sorry...”

“I told you, it’s fine,” Levana repeats, though she’s still shaking a little. “Let’s just get you home.”

“Okay,” Melanie agrees, and pulls the door closed again. “Thanks.”

#sickfic #emeto fic #ocsick #oc: Melanie #oc: leva #they r not dating yet but. gfs #azi tag

[apple-blossoms-art]

\ Some art of my lovely DnD character Melanie <3 I love her so much yall have no idea <3 \

#original art #dnd character #oc: Melanie #digital art #original character #dungeons and dragons #dnd

[minnieposting]

MY BABIESISISIISISIIS

#ts4 #the sims 4 #oc stuff #kiddy town #minnie post #oc: angel #oc: melanie #oc: teddy

[antlerqueer]

Yellowjackets (2021-). Storytelling.

@lgbtqcreators creator bingo - transition

#melanie lynskey #shauna shipman #lottie matthews #simone kessell #yellowjackets #yellowjacketsedit #[yellowjackets] #[oc] #96yellowjackets #userkaylee #usergiu #useraicr #tuserheidi #uservita #usermaguire #omgari #userioni #dixonscarol #userentertainments #usermandie #tvedit #dailytvedit #popularculturesource #glitch cw #userbbelcher #userladiesblr #dailywomen #femalegifsource #yellowjackets spoilers