My Oc Stuff - Blog Posts
What do your OCs smell like ? !
I have so sooo many ocs with very specific smells, but I figured I'll just list the few that have been posted on here :3
Isabelle: Whiskey and Sweat
Lola: Vanilla, Confectioners Sugar, and Clothing Starch
Dalia: Deodorant, Hair Products, and Acrylic Paints
Elodia: Perfume, and Confetti Cake
Miss Guijarro: Coffee. Straight coffee.
Kylie: Victoria's Secret Perfume, and lots of it.
Florist: Soil and Fertilizer
Viv: Strawberries and Fresh Linen
Belladonna: Liquor, Strong Perfume, and Hair Products
Feliz: Cigars, Hair Products, and Cologne.
Leo: Hydrogen Peroxide, Cleaning Alcohol, and Cologne.
Isaiah: Dirt, Cigarettes, and Leather.
I believe that's everyone on here so far? Either way, I may come back and add to the list once I post more of my characters here :3
TY for the ask, it means a lot 🫶
Fuck it.. My main three, woe, lesbians be upon thee
6/26/24
Isabelle, Lola, and Dalia
Reblogs appreciated! Reposts never X
hiiii👀 can you tell us more about kylie
OMG OMG OF COURSE THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!!
"Omg, hey girlfriend!!! Yeah babe, after hearing all the shit you said about me, you're like, SOOO totes dead!."
Frequently seen partying at clubs, speeding down the road blaring Ke$ha from her pink convertible, and crying in a bathroom stall while drunk, Kylie is a wild party animal with a violent side to those that cross her. Formally known as one of Brawlston's "High Queens", Kylie was a hitman boss that employed Isabelle and Viv as her top assassins all while using Florist's floral shop as a front. However, this business was disbanded around 2017, after a feud with another crime boss caused Isabelle and Kylie to be severely harmed in an incident, putting Isabelle permanently out of the job and making Kylie rethink her decisions in regard to the safety of her employees, who to some degree, she really did care about. Kylie was an abusive boss and frequently bullied Florist and Isabelle, tho only annoyed Viv as she couldn't bring herself to seriously harm her former friend which she had known even since before she transitioned(Yes, Kylie is trans, tho that's not very important). Isabelle would commonly return the bullying, resulting in her and Kylie having a love-hate relationship where one moment they loved each other like sisters and the next they were at each other's throats. Kylie is loud, obnoxious, and frankly, fucking crazy, not caring about the consequences of the trouble she stirs up as long as it's fun in the moment. Kylie has caused many disputes in the past with other crime bosses, however she usually made Isabelle take the fall for it. This doesn't mean that Kylie was afraid to settle her own issues, if you want something done, do it yourself! Kylie's bright pink glock or circular saw usually seemed to do the trick when settling her conflicts.
Now that Kylie is retired and has let Viv, Isabelle, and Florist live their own lives crime-free, she spends her days doing whatever the fuck she wants with her wealth, partying hard and living her hot pink glittery life to the fullest! She does still come visit Florist's shop sometimes to say hi to her former friends, despite their past with her Kylie acts like she is on completely good terms with everyone, while annoying as fuck, she is nice to her old "besties" as long as they don't dare to piss her off. She is insanely friendly, though catty and loud, she is always trying to invite others to come have fun with her, whether it's dancing all night or doing a line of coke with her in the club restroom. Be careful when dealing with Kylie though, she can turn on you quickly and completely ruin your life over any small inconvenience, as well as put you 6 feet under.
As of 2024, Kylie is 45 years old, still rocking her party animal glow and indulging in an unhealthy cocaine addiction to keep her going. She keeps close tabs and connections with her crime boss friends, making sure that both she and her former employees are protected, because of this, Kylie tends to feel "untouchable" compared to common folk, and thinks she can do whatever she wants without consequences. And to be fair, she hasn't run into anyone that could stop her yet.
There's a basic summary!!! There's so SOOOOO MUCH to cover with Kylie and her backstory and her place in the main story (Miss Arellano) but for now, I hope this can suffice as a decent introduction to our evil ginger lady Kylie!!! :D
I can't lie, Kylie is a TERRIBLE friend and boss and maybe even.. ugh.. person? BUT I CAN EXCUSE WOMEN'S WRONGS AND I LOVE HER ANYWAYS. She was the first antagonist I made for Isabelle's story so she has a special place in my heart lol. As well as a banger Spotify playlist >:]
Thank you so, SO much for this ask!!!! I rarely get to talk about my characters or stories but trust me, there is SO much to tell!!! It means so much to me to have someone take an interest in them, so thank you!!! ( ◜‿◝ )♡
In my writing era again guys 😍
Should I upload my writing maybe like I have AO3 but i’ve never published anything before :3
Shone brigjt like a diamon
I need to stop making characters. Uh. Adonis’s older sibling ig. They got matching haircuts :/ she’s probably an asshole but definitely has a soft spot for him even if she doesn’t show it
Like she’s literally glowing guys 😍😍
Fighting the urge to add more characters to my story because I have no motivation to write or draw but I want the pathetic old man to have a friend/lover (?) but at the same time I want him to be lonely and just be a single dad AHAHAHHA losing my mind slowly
Also
Uh
I just want an excuse to add a woman to my story because I find them easier to draw
Which is why most of the men I draw are more feminine
So
Yeah I have no idea what i’m doing
Playlists based on the characters from the story i’m writing!!
All songs are ones I think the characters would relate to (even if it’s only a little), and some they’d probably enjoy as well
I might make more with songs I think they’d actually enjoy, not ones that describe them :3
Fop OCs !! The toxic yaoi babies >:)
They're half fairy half anti, the more anti one is "Unknown" (they/it) and the more fairy one is Emas (he/him), technically eachothers opposites but also not really?? Idk it's complicated
They were separated shortly after birth, both taken to each of the fairy worlds, but something happened to Unknown in their time in Anti Fairy World and it somehow ended up on earth with no memories of their childhood at all, meanwhile Emas kept trying to find them but was unsuccessful, but don't worry, they find each other eventually (neither Emas or Unknown know Uns actual name due to the fact they were given names after being separated)
They're only 3 years older than Peri/Irep, being born both in the time of the baby ban and from a fairy/anti relationship they were kept secret until they got older, Emas was told to tell others he's younger than he actually is because of that
Both have rather, unstable magic, but Emas got better at controlling it due to special lessons, he's now teaching Unknown to have more stable magic too
Idk what else to add, but if you're curious about anything, feel free to ask, I'd be more than happy to yap about my children :3
HAHA
I wrote a WIP of a certain part of the story after certain events that will happen in a certain moment of time of my story
ANGST
A lot of angst
I love angst
As I delved deeper into the pages, a sensation, foreign and heavy, draped over me. A coolness brushed against my cheek, and I reached up to find dampness lingering there. Tears? A question danced on my lips as I questioned the emotion gripping my heart. Sorrow? The word echoed in my mind, unfamiliar yet hauntingly familiar. My vision blurred, words on the page melding into an incomprehensible blur. The book, once held with casual indifference, now felt weighty in my grasp. It was as if its contents held the answers to questions I hadn't even known to ask. With each turn of the page, the tears flowed freely, tracing rivulets down my cheeks. My hand tightened around the book, as if anchoring myself to its pages in the storm of emotions raging within me. I sank to my knees, the cold floor beneath me a stark reminder of the warmth that had seeped from my soul. The text before me remained a mystery, obscured by the veil of tears. Why did these pages, these words, evoke such an ache within me? Why did I feel as though I were mourning the loss of something precious, something I couldn't even name? A hollow ache settled in my chest, a void that no amount of tears could fill. It was a longing, a yearning for something beyond my grasp. Memories, half-forgotten, danced at the edge of my consciousness, teasing me with their elusive presence. Who was I missing? What had I forgotten? In the silence of that moment, amidst the weight of unspoken sorrow, I realized that some emotions transcended language, as I sat there, lost in a sea of tears and unanswered questions.
MUAHAHAHA
I'm working on writing down my OC's story
I wrote the very first part of it and, with the help of some online correcting resources, it looks not too bad I'd say fr
Chapter 1, part 1
My head pounded with each beat of my heart as consciousness slowly seeped back into my senses. Groaning softly, I struggled to push through the fog that clouded my mind. The heaviness weighed me down, making it difficult to discern reality from the remnants of my dreams. As I stirred, the sensation of something soft and sticky beneath me pulled me back to the present. With a start, I opened my eyes to find myself lying upon a peculiar mound of spiderwebs. The realization sent a shiver down my spine, and I quickly scrambled to my feet, my legs trembling with the effort. Warily, I took a few steps away from the web, my gaze darting around the dimly lit cave. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the rhythmic drip of water echoing off the stone walls. Instinctively, my hand found the hilt of the dagger at my waist, a comforting weight in the uncertainty that surrounded me. My eyes swept over the cavern, taking in the remnants of what appeared to be a once-grand structure now reduced to crumbling ruins. The contrast between the decay and the fragile beauty of the small pond nearby struck me, illuminated by beams of sunlight filtering through the cracks above. Turning my attention back to the spiderwebs, I noticed a strange detail that sent a chill down my spine. They appeared to be remnants of cocoons, torn open as if something had recently emerged. The sight filled me with unease, my mind racing with questions and concerns. What kind of place was this? How had I ended up here? And most importantly, was I alone? Pushing aside the unsettling thoughts, I focused on the task at hand: finding a way out of this cave. My gaze fell upon the imposing stone doors at the far end of the chamber, adorned with faded carvings that hinted at a forgotten history.
With a mixture of trepidation and determination, I approached the doors, the weight of uncertainty heavy upon my shoulders. Bracing myself, I pushed against them with all my strength, surprised by the ease with which they yielded to my efforts. As the doors creaked open, revealing a sliver of the world beyond, I hesitated for a moment, overcome by a wave of apprehension. But the desire to escape this strange place spurred me forward, and with a final push, I slipped through the crack, leaving the, no matter how uncertain, safety of the cave behind.
That's it for now lol
Well, so
I'm drawing my lil slime man again
Does anyone care? Probably not lol
But I love him
Where is my daughter?
THEY ARE FIGHTING (MELLI vs TOMLOCK)
Making a character design but having no references
Isn't a bad but do see, I need a reference for the pose and to think about other stuff more in depth.
yes, there is oc trauma and it he is part of my series that I have a idea for 👨🔬->💥->💙👨🔬💗->💙🦹♂️💗
My oc Fred
Could be a young engineer and a selfless quiet person who is almost eighteen years old and likes to draw, invent and tend to imagine his fictional worlds or alternative self, he tends to be playful and creative but generally grumpy.
He tends to be a quiet person who doesn't often talk to people, he is usually thoughtful or just eavesdropping on someone's surroundings, he is rather a closed person who is reluctant to open up to anyone, even his family and he doesn't have the best experiences in the past when he tried, and he often has pain in his soul when he feels that his life is neglected.
He is more sensitive to what people think or is afraid of being hurt physically or mentally about what he has said or done, which has happened a lot.
He is a person who can be able to create various machines such as ice guns, some vehicles or simply various gadgets from various scrap parts that he has collected that people no longer need, he makes them in an old house somewhere near his house in the deep forest where he often spends time, which is like his sandbox and where he is most himself. Although he has creativity and enjoys being an engineer and making whatever he wants, he often fails to successfully make a machine that would work when he has very limited knowledge and has to learn many new things.
My OC Fred for Win or Lose may be almost fourteen years old and I imagine him as a mostly quiet, grumpy guy who doesn't usually communicate much, and definitely doesn't have much self-confidence and isn't willing to open up to anyone. And he might come across as a cold, almost emotionless person to other perspectives. He's on the Pickles team who can be a good hitter but also who he tends to feel like an outcast or ignored by most of them. Maybe his closest friend is Rochelle, with whom he's been a little more open in certain parts since before he joined the team.
He's creative and likes to think up his own stories, draw his OCs on his sketchbooks, and usually tends to make very twisted and bloody characters that would be, for some, at least, incomprehensible and unpleasant without context from him, so he usually keeps his drawings to himself.
Who has a sense of guilt or trauma in the past that he did wrong before or was physically or psychologically hurt because of something he did, even if it was not intentional from him and he has damaged his reputation over time.
Inside he is anxious, nervous and sometimes even aggressive but he is also on the contrary a playful, kind selfless person and even odd who has a strange sense of humor, who just wanted to belong somewhere and he tried it on this team, even though being the best at the game was not his priority.
And his imagination on his perspective are his chains with locks. When Fred usually doesn't get used to or doesn't know how to communicate with people, those chains should represent his feelings and that he is a closed person, those chains close around himself when he simply usually refuses to talk and open up to someone because he is afraid of being hurt by them when he is also a sensitive person.
Or also on his perspective on these chains they can also represent anger or also when his chains are not always closed around him but he just wears them to feel bigger and more threatening around other people, and he uses those chains as a weapon for example when out of anger he hits something around him while in his imagination he hurts or fights against the imaginary creature with his chain, which should be an antagonist for Fred and which are his negative thoughts and feelings.
This Giant named Owen originally belongs to @friendlyfoxpal and the whole art style also belongs to her, I just drew it faithfully in her style because I'm a fan of her drawings or something (:
But that Tiny young man named Fred is my original character.
When I drew that picture back then, I didn't originally think about posting it publicly, I was just doing it for myself and for fun. but I put a lot of work into it and it looks pretty good, so why not?
How it feels to have the motivation and the time to write/ draw but not the talent.
So, I have some good news! One, I have an IPAD noww!!!! So now I can write and draw with some peace. Second, I have a key board that goes with my IPad! More WRITING YAYAYAYYAYAYAYAYYAYYAYAYYYYAYAYYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY. Anyway, sorry I’ve been such a hiatus. Since my phone broke and just a lot of things has happen lately but I promise to write and get more done this year! ₍ ⸝⸝ ◠ .̮ ◠ ⸝⸝ ₎
Tried to draw Naomi but I made her blonde but I’ll live..
HERES TO MY FAV BIMBO OC- NAOMIIIIII
Its lowkey messy but it adds some authentic flavor to it..
Y/N and Naomi technically both saw Slenderman but Naomi just simply ignores it and it’s so funny because Naomi will hear the buzzing and see Slenderman and just be like “Huh.. I need to sleep more”. Meanwhile, Y/N goes insane and turns into a poxy because of Slenderman.
The opening of a downfall
the prologue of Y/n x Ticci Toby
Warnings- Slut shaming, death, car attacks, Lyra’s death, panic attack (I think???).
A/n- OMG my first chapter, I hope you guys like it. I am aware there might be some mistakes (⸝⸝ᴗ﹏ᴗ⸝⸝).
3rd person
The moonlight shines bright on the young girl’s face as she absentmindedly scrolls on her computer while Linkin Park blasts in her black MP3, she knows she has to deal with life tomorrow but at night is when she finally finds peace. She scrolled on Tumblr, MySpace, and even FaceBook liking and commenting without thinking until she saw a post from her neighbor. Before the girl realized it, the sun was slowly rising and she groaned as she turned off her MP3 and closed her laptop. She got up and started to get dressed for school, slowly her parents woke up her father looked at his daughter’s clothing and scoffed. “What?” She hissed as she put on her eyeliner, her father's wrinkled skin twitched “Listen here, I won’t you be like those oddballs who wear all black and worship the damn devil!’ he sneered as he stepped closer to her.
This was their daily routine: wake up, argue for about 25 minutes (10 if her father is late), wake up her mother, then everyone argues until they hear the baby cry. If it wasn’t for the Rogers family taking the spot of the most dysfunctional family then it would surely be her family. “I am not an ‘oddball’, Gosh you are so lame!” she grunted as she slammed her lip balm onto the bathroom counter, “Oh yeah I forgot your ‘Emo’. But you have no reason to be: you got a roof, food, clothes, all of those little gizmos you wanted.” He boasted and the daughter angrily stormed off. “Hey listen here, don’t walk away from me!” he called after her but she slammed her door angrily. She took out her red BlueBerry and typed to her friend, “Can you pick me up for school. Make sure to wait by the corner” and nearly immediately her friend responded, “Of, be there in 20 mins”.
The girl sat down at her vanity and did her makeup, and hair, and even fixed her chipped nails. She gasped at her phone buzzing and she quickly picked it up, “Hey, by the corner- I kinda feel like a pimp waiting for you like this.” a gentle voice joked. The girl laughed as she got her things, “Well I’ll be there soon, pimp Naomi.” They burst out laughing, and the girl strolls downstairs and walks to her baby sister's room. She always had a soft spot for kids and she always wanted a sister, she picked up a 7-month-old girl. “You know if it wasn’t for you, I would never come to this hell-hole of a house,” she whispers to the giggling baby and kisses her cheek before leaving the house.
Y/N POV
I sat in Naomi’s plush cushions in her car and I sighed softly as I look at her, “Y/n, omg have you heard Lyra fucking died?” Naomi gushed as she fixed her lip gloss in the car mirror. My eyes widen as I look at her, “No shit?” I gasped softly and Naomi's eyes widened in reality and hit her face. “O-Oh shit, I-I didn't mean to say it like that!” she stumbled as she reached over to me, she was the only person who knew I liked Toby and I liked his sister as if she was my own. She quickly pulled off and drove to school as she awkwardly glanced at the mirror here and there, my heart shattered weakly at the news. I slowly took a slow breath and looked at her, “How did she die.?” I mutter and she gulps softly as she fixes her push-up bra. “Car crash, dumb ass drunk driver. Toby’s in the hospital.” She scoffed as she gripped the wheel and I fixed my fringe weakly. The car was in an awkward silence before she put on SlipKnot and drove off. She always knew how to make me smile even in the darkest moments, but now I felt as if I couldn’t smile.
Naomi was my best friend since 3rd grade when she spat on my bullies because she felt bad for me. She is like a bimbo though, she barely has booksmarts and always has terrible instincts. She wears revealing clothes and when winter comes she’ll just throw on a jacket. Me and her were complete opposites, she loved pink and to be pampered but me- not so much. The only things we have in common is we get judged by our parents, movies, and even guys although Naomi loves metalheads.
As Naomi pulled up onto the school’s parking lot, I instantly hopped out of the car; I could only imagine how mangled and tangled Lyra’s corpse was. Naomi's eyes widened as she walked after me slowly. She was wearing leggings, a small jacket, furry Ugg boots, her leopard bra pushed up her chest and her pink blackberry was revealed. I felt tears pouring out and I busted open the restroom doors and sobbed softly in the last stall, “Y/N, where are you?!” She called out while banging on each stall. She pounded on each stall until she finally hit mine, “Y/N, please I’m so sorry- I should’ve been more sensitive.” she jerked at the stall. My tears streamed down my cheeks and my makeup was ruined: “Lyra’s is gone!” I yelped softly as I held my head in my hands, Naomi paused and sighed as she waited for me. I heard some people walk in but I couldn’t help but sob. “Ew who's crying?” I heard a snarky voice giggle, immediately Naomi barked at them “You never cried before or something?”. “Excuse me?! Yes I’ve cried but not in a school bathroom!” the voice shot back.
Naomi let out a huff and chuckle, “Oh please, your nudes were going around for like a month! You totally cried in the bathroom before you little slut.” she snorted back and the voice grumbled weakly before stomping away. I sniffle and roll my shoulders as I leave the stall and I groan, “God, I can’t believe it.” I look at myself pathetically and she strolls to me. She rubs my shoulders and smiles weakly, “Wanna skip homeroom and get some snacks from 7/11?” She questions and I nod my head as I pull away from the sink. “Yeah, I need to fix my makeup anyway.” I chuckle as I fix my fringe, my (acne, scarred, dark spots.) skin is revealed under the light makeup. Naomi took my hand and dragged my body out of the bathroom, she grabbed my (plump, slim, medium.) hips and pulled me closer to her. “Ugh, Naomi! You smell like oversprayed Victoria's Secret!” I whisper as I sneak away with her, luckily there weren't any guards and teachers by the parking lot yet.
Naomi drove more carefully but she was still yelling along with me on a Limp Bizkit song, I knew this was just a minor distraction but still- it was nice to be close to someone especially now. As we went into the 7/11, most of the students were here just chatting and talking while some were workers getting breakfast before their shift. Naomi rubs my (curly, coily, wavy, straight) hair making it more fuzzy and I groan weakly, “Come on y/n, we need to buy some snacks before the first period bell.” she snicker as she roams down the chip aisle. I walk down the candy alsie, I smile as I look at the chocolate bars. I pick up the ones Lyra liked and I quickly shove it in my pocket before walking away to grab some chips and a drink. Naomi met me at the reighters and she pulled out her wallet from her bra. “Want me to pay for that?” she questioned as her eyes met mine and I nodded quickly. She pulled out $20 dollars and grabbed the remaining change from the cashier who seemed to stare at her with a nervous smile. As we walked out I nudged her on the shoulder. “Ooh, someone has a crush on you.” I teased as I grabbed my chips and she scoffed, “Oh God no, he is so not my type.” she rolled her eyes as she got in the car.
As she drove to the school, I thought about Tobais and how he must feel. My heart ached for him knowing how hard this must be for him, losing his sister, having to deal with school, and dealing with his step-dad. I clutch my jacket and Naomi gently rub my (small, plump, medium) thighs and frown weakly as if she could read my face. I held her hand softly as she drove and I glimpsed the police tape around the forest that my family used to go to. I held her hand even tighter but as we passed by the tape, I couldn’t help but feel some buzzing. I whimper and grip my head tighter, it felt as if my head was threatening to explode. Naomi pulled over quickly and whimpered, “Y/n?! Hey Y/N, is everything okay?” she questioned with panic written all over her face. Suddenly, my mind drowned her worried voice and only images of Tobias and Lyra in that horrible crash, the screams, Lyra’s body, and Tobais eyes full of tears. The buzzing got louder and my heart raced, everything was thumping and throbbing in pain until I saw darkness.
A/n- ngl I thought I wrote more but wtv, I hoope you guys like it!! ദ്ദി๑>•̀๑)
So ive started thinking about Sabrina's extend family recently, through the sire connection and being actually adopted by Mina and vlad. but the first of her family im roughing out, Luiminta a 12th gen tzimisce who is focused on Koldunic sorcery and is very good at it, tho shes isn't very good at any physical disciplines or Vicissitude a traditionalist but Sabrina has got her kinda addicted to the internet its all quite in the village till you start hearing Lumi in the distance singing meme songs, Red Flags by Tom Cardy was a real problem around Tzimisce that can actually make human centipede
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I want to give Desdemona too many hair colors!! I why it to be white, plum, black, HELL EVEN RED!! I need some help PLEASEE!!