I've swung back into drawing / writing after a hectic few weeks at work. Apparently, we're writing a One Piece x Camp Cretaceous/Jurassic World crossover
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To tide you over, here is a shortlist of my current OP(LA) content:
The Show Must Go On [Part I] [Part II] - NSFW - Buggy/Shivs (OC)
okay so i have to admit i’ve been struggling in the fandom as of late, i’ve been having more negative interactions than positive (nothing to do with my beloved mutuals and fellow oc creators!) but it’s making me withdraw because i feel like every post is inviting a fight i do not have the energy or time to deal with.
so in a bid to combat the negativity, i’m going to list below my favourite ocs and fics on ao3 in an attempt to spread joy with the people that make this place so good. please be aware some ao3 fics are locked and need an account!!
(i only know so many tumblr handles, please if you know them, lmk and i’ll add):
queen you shall be by @harrenhals - a true born robert and cersei daughter that explores the dynamics of cersei and her children as well as stannis and renly.
iron fears the rot by goddcoward - a female theon greyjoy that explores ironborn and hostage culture through the eyes of a girl
a woman’s war by thunderous777 - an au where catelyn dies giving birth to rickon, excited where this au goes
babes that live, babes that die by emmaliza - oneshot nedcei unlike others
the horn of winter by spacemagic - au where ned is sent to the wall, beautiful and brilliant deconstruction of ned and his relationship with jon
the lion in winter by @empressofmankind - tywin x oc au, loren lannister is a top oc and the author’s writing style is very good and reminisent of the series.
the ghost and the girl with greyscale by sookiestark - short story of shireen and the ghost of rhaenyra on dragonstone
i’ve come to a decision (and it’s one of a painful kind) by floralicarus - one shot. jaime is haunted by the ghosts of innocents (fave jaime deconstruction by a long shot!)
defying demons by @darkwolf76 - crowned as my first got fic, hazelyn is a brilliant oc andis currently being rewritten
clipped wings by @daemonbrain - jaime x oc which is brilliantly written and feels super fresh! eargly awaiting updates
late spring by canyouseemyspark -au where dany is raised in the motherhouse to be a septa. you can feel dany in this, dany girlies will get me.
unweathered love by @rottengrowls - brilliant brilliant hotd oc additions with so much depth and intrigue
as the raven flies by @rainwingmarvel7 - an amazing oc fic with a new house and so much amazing lore. not many chapters
but don’t count it out yet!!
within the pack by dunkthelunk - another dany raised as a septa story but this time she’s raised by mordane in winterfell. v good.
now a list of ocs that i’m pretty sure don’t have fics yet but please correct me!
@melyjlovesocs - some brilliant ocs for all three got tv show properties! ocs from across the westeros continent you will be fed well for oc content
@rottengrowls - many ocs that i am in love with but especially corenna baratheon, sister to robert and lover of melisandre and her blackfyre oc lyra blackfyre, sister to daemon ii, who is running a proxy war against bloodraven.
@mermaidslabyrinth - her beloved oc rhaegerys! a male hotd oc giving some much loved rep and a male oc x aemond relationship!
@stirringthepen-edits - a whole feast of ako7k ocs to have a look at!
@rainwingmarvel7 - a lot of ocs for both the main series and hotd!!
@sugutoad - new westeros house in the hotd period!! nothing i’ve quite seen before so check it out :)
please reblog with all the fics you want to rec but i beg that we spread positivity with this post 😔 i’ve had enough fighting in this fandom, trust me guys it’s never that serious.
I am so pleased to read you enjoyed my fic! Its been a hot minute, but Ive picked up the pen on it and we're having a Tyrion chapter next. Yes, in the middle of Jon Arryn finally dying. Send help. Shits gonna go all kinds of sideways.
Imagine meeting up with your bestie in this sweltering sandy dump and finding out her fiancé is, like, THAT?
Poor Cai's brain just instantly went all
🎵 Arrrrabian niiights, like Arabian days, more often than not
Are hotter than hot - in a lotta good wayyyys! 🎵
Close-up, macro shots of the textures, and gratuitous amount of gilding below the cut.
I am so sad the gold doesn't show up much in the regular head-on photograph? It looks so good, he is so damn shiny. Call the police, I know where Tut's missing treasures went.
I am so happy with his face, by the way. And it's so tiny - it's on A5 which means his face is actually sub 2 cm. That is an 0.03 inkliner you see there. Yes, I was terrified inking and colouring his eyes without an undo button of any sort. Thanks for asking.
Yes, I did post it before but I was unhappy with the result, so I fiddled with it some more. Improvement all around, imo.
Teen and up - just some implied gratuitous murder, really
Word count: 2.204 / 5 pages
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“Habibi? I am home!”
Entering the foyer, Shivs found it empty. A warbling growl came from the banged-up leather suitcase she carried. “Shush,” she said, giving it a shake without looking down, wondering where her husband was.
She made her way to all his usual hiding spots. His office if he were busy with a client or venture. The library if he was going over their paperwork. The gym, if he was working out with music on. She hadn’t spotted him by the lagoon while she drove up, so she skipped that one.
She found him in the arboretum, dozing off sprawled across a Rotan beach lounger. A newspaper lay in a miserable heap on the ground beside him. The ice in his near-empty tumbler all but melted. The minute she entered, a wall of heat hit her like an intangible door. It felt as if it was 5000 degrees in there, as usual.
She was surprised that he was sleeping. Surprised and delighted. A smirk teased onto her face as she tiptoed over, her dress shoes whispering across the tiles. Carefully, she set the suitcase down by the Rotan end table. She shrugged her jacket off and tossed it across the table, because sweat was already running down her back. She pushed her sleeves up for good measure.
He was a handsome sleeper. If it weren’t for the low snore, you’d think his sprawl posed. His beige slacks nonchalantly creased, bare feet dangling across the edge. His hand under his head, his cheek smushed. He was smiling in his sleep.
Shivs gingerly sat down on the lounger, her hand brushing the airy cotton of his shirt. He enjoyed the sweltering heat, and hadn’t even broken a sweat. Unlike her. She leaned over him to press a kiss against his lips. His eyes fluttered open with a groggy noise that made her smile.
“Good evening, sleeping beauty,” she said in Italian.
Crocodile reached for her face and pulled her down for a second kiss. Only after did he sit up with a rumble, his arm slipping around her waist. “How late is it?”
“Almost four.”
“You’re back early.” He stroke her hip and stole another kiss. “Not that I mind.”
He frowned when she said: “Change of plan.”
And the frown deepened when he spotted the suitcase. He flicked his chin at it. “The plan in there and in need of a bigger box?”
Shivs pursed her lips, considering if she should simply spring this on him or not. The problem solved itself, for the suitcase growled and fell over with an undignified thump.
“It’s not a zombie, I promise,” Shivs chuckled as Crocodile whooshed up and materialised by its side. He’d barely zipped it open or its scaly prisoner came tearing out. Two feet tall, with powerful rear legs to balance his already chunky and robust skull. And teeny tiny arms. It roared with all it had. Which wasn’t much, really.
Crocodile had frozen. The last ithing they’d seen one of these, it hadn’t ended so well.
“Bring it back,” he said as he snapped out of it, tried to shove the reptile back into the suitcase. His voice pitched despite himself, and the baby dinosaur roared again.
“To where?” Shivs said, not about to help him.
“Oh, I don’t know? It’s parents maybe?” Crocodile said as he struggled to zip the suitcase closed.
“You think I would have brought him home if I could have chucked him to his parents?!” Shivs said, rising now as frustration edged her tone. She’d banked on him adopting the critter as his only son on sight.
“Last time we saw a T-Rex it nearly ate us!” he said as he held up his hook in front of her.
“Only a little bit.” Shivs put her hands on her hips. “There were no parents, Crocodile. They’re probably a hundred thousand miles from here. If they even have parents!”
Crocodile inhaled sharply. His eyes widened slightly as he pulled his head back. It made him look like a bull. A furious one glimpsing a red cloth.
“...THEY?!”
Crocodile zipped the suitcase open, grabbing the struggling T-Rex juvenile and holding it put as he pulled the flaps aside with his hook. Sure enough, there were two more. Soundly asleep on a bed of white bricks and crisp packs of dollar bills. He struggled to form a sentence.
“I had only two shots on me,” Shivs said with a shrug.
“How. Why,” Crocodile managed. The little reptile had clawed himself unto his arm, snapping at his hook. He held it away without a thought, the way he would when the girls had grabbed for it as babies.
Shivs crossed her arms. “Like I said, change of plan. I figured you wouldn’t want me to shoot them.”
“Shoot them?!” He stood with the reptile clutched in his arms as if he’d given birth to it himself. “Absolutely not!”
“That’s why I brought them, Habibi,” she motioned at the suitcase. “So, here they are.”
“Explain to me how you came to coming home with juvenile Rexes,” Crocodile said as he moved back to the beach lounger, the baby dinosaur under his arm as he took her hand and pulled her with. “Slowly.”
Shivs sat down beside him. “I went to check on Carlos.”
Crocodile tilted his head, a frown returning. “His work isn’t due till next month.”
“A gut feeling.” She gave a little half shrug. “I didn’t like his tone on the phone.”
He absently rubbed the juvenile’s head. Santiago was a dependable sort, had worked for them a few years now. He wouldn’t have checked. But then, that was why his wife managed these affairs. She had a nose for rats, however deep they might have burrowed.
“He was a nervous wreck when he saw me,” she said with that crooked smile he loved so well.
“You have that effect on people, honey,” he said as he pressed a kiss against it.
“But not on you,” she whispered against his lips.
“No, not on me,” he agreed, but caught her wrist on its way down. “Continue. You are not finished explaining this scaly mess.”
“Hmpf.” Shivs shot him a look when he didn’t let go. “Turned out, he’d already sold 3/4th of the dough.” She saw his gaze flick to the suitcase. “That’s the remaining 1/4th… and what is left of our money.”
“Tell me he saw reason and confided in you where the rest is?” Crocodile said, his jaw working. He needed a cigar, but he’d smoked the ones he’d brought with him.
“You’re holding it.”
He stared at the juvenile T-Rex.
“You remember those underground dinosaur fighting rings?”
His expression darkened. “The kind your friend likes to run with her atrociraptors?”
“We all have our flaws, Habibi. But yes, those,” Shivs said as she watched him scratch the small reptile under his chin, making it warble and close his eyes. He was already warming up to them, she could tell. “Carlos told me, eventually, that he’d bought them.”
He didn’t need to ask how. His wife could be very persuasive when she wanted to be. Another reason she handled this end of their intricate business. “And?”
“He’d meant to rear them, and win back ten times the investment - his words, not mine,” she said. “Told me they’d been a steal.”
“Were they?”
The juvenile had settled in his lap, evidently content under the weight of his hand.
“I have no idea what the market value of a healthy T-Rex yearling is,” Shivs said, and then that smirk returned. “However, Soy sounded right annoyed when I asked her about it.”
Crocodile mirrored her grin. Though the woman’s flaws were many and varied, Soyona Santos knew her dinosaurs. And she knew their market value even better. If she was irked someone had got to them before her, then at least it’d been a good deal.
“Santiago did always have a good haggle,” he said, not without amusement. The baby dinosaur rubbed its snout against his palm, and he rubbed its head in turn, soliciting more warbles.
Shivs pursed her lips with a flick of her head. It was a shame, really. Carlos had been a dependable sort. It was going to be a chore to find a half decent replacement. Maybe Zor or Soy knew a promising middleman.
“Do they have names?” Crocodile asked. “Before they are awarded kitchen utensils by Cai.”
“She sure can smell an unnamed animal from 600 km away!” Shivs laughed. “But no, they have names. This is Romeo, and the other two are Sierra and Tango. They’ve been branded.”
“WHAT?”
The juvenile T-Rex screeched not unlike a spooked rooster at Crocodile’s abruptly raised voice, scrambling onto his feet.
“Base of their tails,” Shivs said as she grabbed the baby Rex under its little arms and turned its tail towards him. Crocodile caught it and held it still as he inspected the ragged burn. It looked like a blurry ‘R’.
“That will never heal properly,” he said as he let go.
Shivs set Romeo down, and it immediately snapped at them. Its look when Crocodile gave its snout a corrective flick without missing a beat was priceless.
“Anything else I need to know?”
His frown returned when Shivs pursed her lips.
“There was an egg, too,” Shivs said. “It probably failed to hatch. It was just laying there, forgotten.”
“An egg?” Crocodile said. “Where-!”
Shivs raised her hands. “Don’t worry, baby. I brought it with me as well.”
She rose and went tot he suitcase. Opening a side compartment, she took out her kashmir shawl. Inside it, laid a large, mottled egg. She gave it to him, picking up Romeo and putting him on his own two feet.
“That was good that you kept it warm,” he said as he inspected the scale. It hadn’t been compromised, but it was only lukewarm.
Shivs nudged her shoulder against his. “I do listen, you know.”
He caught her jaw and kissed her. “I know.”
“Happy I brought them with me, after all?”
“Well, we paid for them, didn’t we?” Crocodile grumbled, but she could tell he was pleased. It was not these scally little rats’ fault they got trafficked like toothy hookers. She knew he’d care about them.
“What are we going to do with you,” Crocodile mused as he watched Romeo chase his tail.
“Hide them from the kids, if you mean to release them on one of the Five Deaths,” Shivs said as she tilted her head. She loved Stumpy as well as she might any pet, but the rotund animal was beyond help. It’d starve looking for table scraps. They both knew, if the kids found out about these, the Rexes wouldn’t have a fighting chance growing up with their instincts in tact.
“They’ll need to go, eventually,” he agreed. He wasn’t sure how long they could keep them here. Perhaps until they’d grown enough to fend for themselves. Recent research suggested they might hunt as a pack while young. It’d make it easier for the three of them to return together than it would have been for one on its own.
“You don’t think we can keep a couple of T-Rexes in the reserve?” Shivs teased. “We don’t have any neighbours that can complain, and those teens shouldn’t be climbing our fences to mess around in our shallows.”
“Hah, we better tell Robin her private beach has been violated,” Crocodile rumbled as he rose, the egg in the crook of his arm. He picked up the suitcase with the still sedated Sierra and Tango.
“Didn’t Benji say that palaeontologists think mosasaurs could beach themselves to hunt coastal mammals the way some Orcas do seals?” Shivs said as she picked up Romeo, holding him under her arm like a large chicken.
“The signs to not approach the water are very clear,” Crocodile said as they made their way through the foliage to the other side of the arboretum. “We can’t be held accountable if Phishy does what comes natural to her.”
Shivs didn’t disagree. They were lucky they didn’t have a clutch of juvenile T-Rexes run around the reserve. She hadn’t been able to convince her husband that they could nest Utahraptors or another mid-size carnivore. Yet.
“We can put them in Stumpy’s old baby jungle pen, for now,” Crocodile said as they walked to the rear corner of the arboretum, where a sturdy wooden door sat bolted and dusty behind ferns that had over taken the worn pebble path.
“If we put the baby monitors in there, you can keep an eye on them if you link them to the security feeds in your office.”
Crocodile nodded, thinking over the details. “We’ll have to figure out what to feed them, and if they can hunt.”
“They can, turns out,” Shivs said, and something in her chipper tone made him look up. “No need to worry about feeding them for a few days; they’ve eaten.”
Crocodile frowned, but decided not to ask as he put down the suitcase to pull the rusted bolts on the old habitat door. The less recognisable pieces of Santiago remained, the better.
Ok, I watched One Piece many years ago, and I remembered Crocodile as a powerful, cool-looking and very evil villain. I am now re-watching the series…
…Omg
SIR
I'm too used to the tes fandom (and fandoms of other games where you also create a character), cos I'll go into other fandoms and be like, where tf are all the ocs and oc centric fics?
They used to be everywhere even (perhaps especially) in fandoms you didn't create your own. Oceans of LOTR OCs and seas full of Harry Potter OCs.
And then people got shamed and it was made uncool and then somehow unfeminist and exclusionary to "force" your OC in things??
Anyway, I am old and I will die for my OCs and OCs in general. The erasure of your own identity from the fancontent you create is an affront to humanity.
being turned on by rape is actually disgusting btw even if it's fictional 🫶🏻
thanks god I love being disgusting in a safe and consensual environment where I’m not harming anyone in real life. literally love writing and reading non-con fics. love engaging in a cnc kink with my partner when we fuck. being disgusting is so hot actually 🫶🏻
Yeah this. Annoys me when people think only men are horny. Let women be kinky and horny and disgusting. Moral compass has no place in kink and fantasies
Also, the reality of rape is about dominance and humiliation. On the other hand, rape *fantasy*, despite its trappings of power play, is about being desired beyond any control and reason (by the subject of the woman's own desire). These two are not the same and equating them is being intentionally and maliciously dense.
Lo and behold, I am working on the next chapter of my thick-as-the-books ASoiaF fanfic "The Lion in Winter"
We're writing Tyrion and shit is going sideways for over 100.000 words in... Jon Arryn is about to die.
Yea, idk how it took that long either.
We're also writing Arya. And giving in to the urge to let Euron do all the things. Oh, and we're sending Tywin to their equivalent of Moria, for fun. If you cannot go over the Golden Tooth, you must go under it.
Pretty sure I can get away with them having delved too greedily and too deeply.
The worst part is, I wrote this book faster than GRRM did. RIP.
Now that GW has a few actual minis to back up their lore about custodes not being restricted by gender, the cool people into Warhammer are happy, and the shitheads are doing the usual sky is falling routine. Personally I'm really glad (a bit relieved tbh) that they went the 'headswap' route rather than make skinnier, bustier custodes the way a lot of 3rd party companies have done. Just a normal custodes body, where if you use the unhelmeted option, it's visibly a woman. But on this day, my thoughts turn toward a particular person.
There used to be a woman on tumblr- maybe still is somewhere but I think she left sometime around the porn ban -who had like her own little circle of 40k nerds who mostly wrote fanfic, and she had an OC who was a custodes woman. I hope she is still in the hobby in some capacity, and is delighted by the new tiny plastic giant ladies.
I got yeeted by Tumblr because of the porn ban (hence the blog swap). They eventually lifted it, but I stayed on the new URL.
I am still in the fandom. Though I've been more active in two of my other fandoms the past few years (Song of Ice & Fire, and One Piece) and there too have created niche content. I suppose old habits die hard, haha.
