#shadows over loathing OC

[mjbear130]

working on something rather silly :-)

and have a shadow government version too, i suppose!

#me!! jester!! #also i know exactly who you're thinking of #REFRAIN!!! #or don't i suppose #i can't really stop you #jester #court jester #jester art #fool #fools #ah yeah shadow government is shadows over loathing huh #shadows over loathing oc #shadows over loathing #mj’s circus #there we go !

[recallback-art]

Did my third and possibly final run of Shadows Over Loathing, so here's my final pc! She's a pig-skinner and it was a no shadow-taint run, I went and did a LOT of secrets I hadn't found before, it was really fun.

Obie and Barker are the best companions period. I love them. I cannot believe I never knew we could get a fucking doggy

#shadows over loathing #original character #shadows over loathing oc #rpg oc #recall draws #fandom posting #my ocs #iiiiiii love this game #im mad also everyone told me pigskinners sucked as a class but i rlly enjoyed playing as one bc they were very strong #its only an issue if ur doing a shadow run but i wasnt so i mowed thru everything no issue. and brag is fun #it was very fun and silly they did the little cheer when u hit i liked that #but yeah!!! i loved this run this game is very very replayable #barker is the best thing. i actually called him ai for oc reasons. the doughbaby is called nemo for similar reasons #i imagine post game she decided to live w the hobos in the new city. calls murray and rufus sometimes. took barker obvs #i like to also imagine the three pcs are actually cousins! shes the oldest then cecils the middle cousin and eli is the baby #im gonna play west of loathing next :) #but yeah thats the gang!! wrow. love this game

[m0th-misruled]

beauty is in the eye of the beholder

#shadows over loathing #mylton meyrick [sol] #shadows over loathing oc #shadows over loathing ocs #the shadowcaster #sorta? #but as a moth #based on the atlas moth! #art #oc art

[blogofloathing]

Part 2 of 3! Formless And Unknowing, Nothing

I didn't understand, what was going on, why did this hurt, this wasn't a scripted injury, this hurt.

Not like makeup, not the prosthetic wounds of losing a fight, I felt my body failing me, I felt it,

Blood poured from me, coagulated and dark, it flowed in a sickening way unlike anything.

Why was there so much blood, my body rattled uncontrollably, shock rapdily setting in.

Why wasn't I pulled backstage, the play ended.

This went against everything I knew, everything I'd been lead to believe, this was impossible. Right?

I didn't know who I was asking this to, maybe god, but there was no being close to answer me.

None of this was supposed to be happening, it wasn't part of this scene, I looked up at Doc.

Her eyes blazing with fury greater than a hellcow, I sitting in reverence, on my knees as if praying.

She cocked the shotgun again, the sound made me wince, I opened my mouth to beg, but nothing.

For a moment I attempted to speak, gurgling on my own blood, all that came out was a groan.

And at last god delivered his judgement, in the form of another two rounds pluming my brains out into an arc across the ceiling and throne behind.

Red trickling down my face, obscuring my eye, I sat there, crumpled in a heap on the floor,

the rest of me sat elsewhere around the room, chunks of my scalp dripping off the ceiling.

Splintered bones and flayed skin clung to my matted hair, staining my clothes a deep maroon.

The skeletons around us had gone silent, now only the chattering of my own shattered jaw gave theme to the scene, a symphony to my undoing.

A horrifying terror gripped me, I was dying, this wasn't gonna end in me waking up tommorow.

I was afraid, for the first time since leaving home that fateful day, I felt fear, my mortality made clear

Why did I ever want this, why did I work towards a final end like this, not like this, not this pain.

I don't want to die, I didn't want to die, not like this.

In a moment a white hot anger formed in my dying brain, a defiant scream against this fate, matching the flames of my companion, that demented old..

We'd played this same silly game for so long, had she grown tired of the routine too, why wouldn't I have noticed, was I that focused on myself..

Who does she think she is, killing me? After an eternity of being unwilling, why now?

When I've just about reached my goal? Now is when she decided to break character?

The world seemed to have screeched to a halt after the second shot, the foolish doctor standing there, with a hate in her eyes, so caustic it seemed to spill out of her and disintegrate everything it touched.

And me, torn to pieces on the floor of my throne room, this can't be how the performance ends.

The crack of gunfire still rang deafeningly in my remaining ear, the last noise I would ever hear?

Rumbling shook the floor at our feet, evidently my own necromancy was fading from these bones.

Just as I felt the last vestiges of my consciousness curl up and blow away into ashes, for a moment I saw Doc's mouth twitch, she was about to speak.

I kneeled in anticipation, how could she.. what would she even, there was nothing to say.

With a stutter like the ruffling of a newspaper, I found myself suddenly enveloped in darkness

Looking around, surprisingly through two eyes, I attempted to touch my own body, and where I thought it was, my hands went right through.

There was no sound, not even the low hum of my circulatory system, pure and total silence,

My meaningless words fell deaf upon this void, I couldn't even tell if my eyes were open or not now.

This was seemingly complete nothingness, I couldn't even see my own hands infront of my face

That is if I still had any, being far less than a ghost.

and so I waited, I waited, I waited, I waited for what could've been five minutes or a thousand millennia.

I stared into total blackness, deeper than any color in life, I stared for centuries until my eyes fell out

I screamed for a hundred lifetimes until my lungs dried up, I kicked I punched I flailed, until my legs and arms shriveled away, until I was nothing

Nothing in a sea of emptiness, true nonexistence, a single minuscule brain floating throughout.

I floated there, withering away until time looped all the way back around from start to finish.

The universe came and went, and came again, but I was outside it, experiencing none of it.

Until one day, no, one moment, in an infinite library of every moment that ever has and ever will occur.

Something, was within this nothing, something that wanted something, with me, here in nothing

I felt a hulking movement within the void, as if a titan gone completely unseen until now had lowered its head to look straight down at me.

You are Rittle Murts are you not, it warbled throughout the unending cosmos, not a question

The.. noise? Rattled whatever remained of my physicality, it was less speech, more so an implanting of feelings interpreted by my brain.

I couldn't speak, my mouth had long since turned into mindless particles, as with the rest of myself.

but it reassured me I didn't need to, we are special you and I, it told me. Even still, I didn't quite get it.

It taught me everything I had ever known and ever would know, I believe we share a common goal.

Do you agree, once again, already knowing what my answer would be, it didn't wait for a response.

Perfect, will you do as needed. This, finally was, a genuine question, and so I hesitated for a moment

It sure seemed like this thing was my only ticket out of here, surely nothing was worse than this.

It communicated ill intent towards me if I should choose to differ, I couldn't dream of anything comparable to this endless infinity. Even death, would be a welcome end to this. At this thought,

The moving shadow made something clear to me, oh no no, it is not time yet, you're necessary.

Necessary for what? I questioned, unsure if the being could even hear what I was thinking.

Receiving no response, it seemed to be waiting for me to continue, it knew I would have more to say,

I'm telling you I've already done everything this world has to offer, I'm here because it's over.

The abyssal form seemed to find this funny, it was wrong to say it laughed, more so intimated an amusement at the very notion I'd presented.

Au contraire Rittle, there's much more to be done.

So I thought yes, and although it had no physical self to show it, I could feel this great beast smile.

And in the same vein, felt my own lips curl into a grin, and its thoughts become my thoughts.

Flexed my newly assigned limbs, clasped my hands into fists, open and close open and close.

We laughed, every soul in the universe seemed to let free in this manic expression of mirth.

This feeling, of being connected throughout the chilled hearts of a trillion souls, this was power.

That old quack, did she think a shotgun was effective enough pesticide, this nest ran far deeper than one man nor a million men, with I at the helm.

"Shall we do as needed?" My minds thought, my mouths spoke, my arms gestured, as needed.

And for the first time chronologically, i was born.

Wrenched unceremoniously into yet another dark emptiness, but this time, I could see something.

There were distant flashes of lights, barren rocks, ice, and dust. There wasn't oxygen, but I breathed

A deep deep sigh of relief, finally, this is what I had been working towards, this is what it all lead up to!

Part 2 of 3 END, Part 3 Coming Very Very Soon!!

#original character #original writing #shadows over loathing #west of loathing #sol #wol #writing #oc character #writers on tumblr #creative writing #writer #writerscommunity #writeblr #writers and poets #shadows over loathing oc #sol oc #short story

[noveltea-cici]

Quinton Synchrona

The Government's Official Past-Fucker Upper. Also runs a clock store!

#shadows over loathing #oc #shadows over loathing oc #quinton synchrona #shadow government #we love this goober

[hankjameswimbleton]

More of Umbral because you guys seem to like them :D

Pre-shadow taint, on the job, and missing old friends.

#art tag #shadows over loathing #shadows over loathing oc #sol obie #Obie the oboe hobo #Umbral Ward

[naturalsinner-does-art]

Ok, so I did some full-body sketches of Alex and Jane.

Alex Blanke, Jazz Agent (Companion: Simone)

Jane Goodwill, Pig Skinner (Companion: Alphonse)

As these were done without references, aspects of their designs are subject to change. I also did pencil doodles of them with their companions (which you can barely see through the scanner)

#shadows over loathing #shadows over loathing oc #Winterwood AU #sol jazz agent #sol pig skinner

[sialaterornever]

ive been waiting in a chick fil a for my dad for more than an hour now for his allergy shots have a doodle of my wol & sol 1st playthrough chars :)

catarina's just a beanslinger that totally didn't become the necromancer and cowrrupted on accident. yup.

catsby is just a goober cheeze wizard that runs the speakeasy. normal sol playthrough, i didnt do anything funky :D

#sia art #sia oc #catarina oakley #catsby oaksend #i made the names similar bc its a loathing game why not #shadows over loathing #shadows over loathing oc #west of loathing #west of loathing oc #digital art #doodle #oc doodles #black and white art

[kiwinatorwaffles]

must be on my like 6th playthrough now because beating up the nemeses is just too fun

#shadows over loathing #kiwi’s scribbles #kiwi’s ocs #fandom ocs: the loathingverse by asymmetric

[samthecookielord]

Oh yeah i kinda just put this on my art summary and didn't elaborate

Phone background i drew as a holiday gift for @snekatiemainy !

#cookie lords art #professor layton series #ocs #shadows over loathing #nora symphony #jean descole #luke triton #hershel layton #clark triton #claire foley #randall ascot #alfendi layton #lucy baker #sol obie #sol don toblerone #kaira #leslie #wol doc alice

[mjbear130]

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY !

#only one card this year….! #so sorry!!! #shadows over loathing #shadows over loathing oc #west of loathing #west of loathing oc #mjbear’s ocs #valentines day

[mothenmiller]

wol & sol pc（oc ⬇️

#oc #doodle #west of loathing #shadows over loathing

[m0th-misruled]

Mylton hanging out with other SoL OCs! Benny The Hobo by Nohmadt

Gygan Clarks by @blogofloathing

Victoria Martinez by @blogofloathing

Vaughn (Vampire Bar bouncer guy) design by @blogofloathing

Kurtz Jr. by Sekku

Viola A. Rosinberg by @mjbear130

#shadows over loathing #fancy dan the cocktail man #fancy dan sol #simone chekhov #shadows over loathing oc #mylton meyrick [sol]

[blogofloathing]

Part 3 of 3! The End To This Exciting Origin Story

Where am I, I inquired with the being who'd sent me here, floating in a hauntingly familiar way

But I could tell, for a fact, this was reality, I could see lights and shimmers glitter in the distance.

Looking at my hands outstretched before me, I could see them, even so, it appeared I was no longer made of simple muscle and bone.

It was as if my very form an outline cut in space, through which glinted stars even more brilliant and mesmerizing than the ones laid before me.

My body seemed to flow, clinging to surrounding particles as I move, leaving behind broad streaks of empty space wherever my self touched.

Even in holding humanoid shape, not static, like flowing and dripping in all directions at once, a slow hypnotizing stream unlike anything.

You're just outside the solar system, the beast expressed in a strange low frequency hum.

Interrupting my self reflection, and vibrating within what could be my organs in name only.

You will take the steps laid before, as you have proven capable of, tread lightly Rittle.

Only then may you sleep, the bloated god clawed onto my skin. I will assist, you can handle the rest.

Suddenly with a click, the channel changed, black jets of flame shot out of a large building, people like ants scattered around nervously.

The channel changed, I was overlooking an old junkyard, a bespectacled girl was rummaging through it, after a while she finds a-

The channel changed, a barn was frozen in the moments between and after exploding, a hole punched in space seemingly standing middleman.

Click, a newspaper building, several figures bustle around inside, but before I could read the sign-

Click, an old bridge, two hobos sat fishing side by side, one of them singing an inaudible jest, and-

Click, an unremarkable house, a "Live Laugh Cello" sign hanging above the door, suddenly a loud-

Click, a bar, built into an alley for some reason, it's patrons gathered to celebrate Crimbo it seemed.

Unknown scenes and people flashed before me, none carrying any sort of familiarity I'd come to expect from this world, why do you show me these

I couldn't recognize a single face I saw, nor any one location, where are we, I asked, unable to wait for a response for my previous query. It grinned ryely.

The smart little filly down there is about to find something, something of interest to you.

She will call you, thinking it a fun object of study, she has no idea what it really means,

She will call you, and you will ravage this world until nothing remaines, that will be it.

The door is already ajar, the culminations of your efforts haven't gone to waste little Rittle.

The creature wholly unwilling to pause for an answer from me, spoke with a reverence in its tone I couldn't place, it seemed to need me to have heard it, more than it needed me to understand it.

Now hold on just a minute, what does any of this even mean, the dripping beast simply smiled.

A cheshire impression of malice, my questions unnecessary, frivolous and amusing. I sighed.

Let us do as needed, I outstretched a starry eyed hand, its grin widening, gripping not my hand,

But my arm, in a constrictive bind. Its faces, for lack of a better word, stand inches away from mine

"Do as needed" it spoke, an audible order, before suddenly tossing me by the wrist through space.

To land unceremoniously in a heap upon the floor of some.. workshop? This would have to do.

Looking back at where I'd emerged from, a single cows skull affixed to an antique rodeo bull.

How ironic, this comedy wrenching out of me a laugh that shocked the very walls black.

You're on your own, that's all I can do from here, the voice intimated, before a sudden feeling as if a ringing in my ears had just been cut off. Despite having never noticed it until it'd already vanished.

At its absence, my smirk reemerged, placing itself tight upon my face as if never having left me.

Reeling off the high of my newfound existential joy, I took a moment to properly take in my immediate surroundings, the floor stung cold to the touch,

Several abandoned instruments and cut wires lay strewn across the floor.

A picture frame depicting a spectacled girl and what appeared to be a hobo standing arm in arm.

And on the wall, multiple newspaper clippings tacked amateurly in rows.

"On this day, Simone Chekhov receives a medal made out of solid meat! Due to excellent achievements in robotechtronics, and related fields of study, as brought to you by The Ocean City Watchful Eye"

The author of the clipping had been smudged with time, but no matter.

She would do as needed, perfect, It seems god had been correct.

I laughed the rumbling sounds of a thousand hoof beats, my voice cutting through the air as if my speech were a tangible force upon the wind.

The universe had such a sense of humor didn't it?

END of Part 3! The Origin of Simone's Captor!

#original character #original writing #shadows over loathing #west of loathing #sol #wol #writing #oc character #writers on tumblr #creative writing #shadows over loathing oc #sol oc #short story #story #writer #writers and poets #writerscommunity #female writers #western #black and white #text post #text #writeblr #writblr #writer things

[noveltea-cici]

this is how writing is going so far

#shadows over loathing #shadows over loathing oc #hellstrom #quinton synchrona #we love this goober #she may be stupid but she has the spirit

[hankjameswimbleton]

I decided that cringe culture is dead so take some Umbral and Obie dancing and busking together from before Umbral’s shadow taint

#shadows over loathing #shadows over loathing OC #sol Obie #art tag #Umbral Ward #what should the ship name for this be #umbrie? obral?