Fae - She/They - 30 -- Safe place for fandom Ocs and all Oc x Canon shippers!! Mostly for fandom/fandom oc art. You'll also find my art under mochapawtte elsewhere. faeble-drabbles I occasionally do head cannons and stuff
Guess who got sucked into Love and Deep Space? Guess who wanted to go after Caleb?? GUESS WHO IS GOING THROUGH EMOTIONAL DAMAGE AFTER COMPLETING CHAPTER 2 IN HOMECOMING WINGS AND HAD TO MAKE ANGST VENT ART???
Also before anyone asks--the nudity is symbolism for vulnerability in this. My friends have already bombarded me with "Why they naked tho"
But in all seriousness, game got me hooked. Story is great so far and I've been trying to avoid searching up ANYTHING so I can stay spoiler free. Also this song is my current ear worm and it fits them SO well based off of what went down where I left off in the story 😭
If you wanna indulge me, drop who your favorite LADS boy is 👀 Also no spoilers please and thank you I'm still pretty early in the story at like level 30 content.
Depression is an interesting thing cause I started my period today and it's only been like a week since my last. My wife asked me if I missed some of my birth control pills and I answered 'yeah a few days'
I fucking missed 9 days 😂 Being out of work and horridly depressed really makes you lose track of time. Also damn forgot how painful my cramps used to be before my pills. So yeah missed pills plus stress equals two for one deal on Satan's waterfall go figure.
Dr. Felicity is uh... currently in a *meeting* with Dr. Gideon and Dr. Maven at the moment.
I did a bored little doodle 👀 I need more practice on drawing Victor...I feel something is off but not horrible for a quick doodle I suppose. Dr. Maven belongs to my wife stvrgore ❤️
👉👈 So I just got done making a OC who is very sweet and bubbly but is very gremlin and dangerous behind that smile...
How would Victor react to meeting a new hire who is outwardly teeth rotting sweet but then is revealed that this new doctor is secretly just as mad scientist as he is 👀 and/or how would he deal with gremlin behavior in a relationship. (Last part completely optional of course)
Me and my wife are really enjoying reading your stuff! 💕
First off, that's a very interesting OC idea, I love some gremlin behaviour! Secondly, I'm very happy both you and your wife enjoy reading my Victor fics, didn't realise they made for a good couple's read, but here we are, haha.
All requests are also posted to ao3 here as well.
At first, Victor isn't all that fond of the complete, over the top sweet exterior the new hire exhibits. Yes, it's amusing to see some patients genuinely believe such deceit but Victor, and a lot of the members of staff who have been at Rhodes Hill for many years, can see right through it.
However, that does not leave him any less curious as to what you were hiding underneath all that sickly sweet demeanour. He gets his answer not more than two weeks after the initial thought. A patient under your care had passed away in the middle of the night, but Victor knew their vitals were doing just fine when they were last monitored a few days ago.
He took to the security cameras for answers. He suspected you had something to do with it. Your disdain for the patient was no secret, everyone held the same view as you. He would thrash and scream a the mere sign of someone in the same room as him. too many times had he injured anyone who tried to take his blood, give him medicine. Scratched, bitten, beaten. He'd done it all. Victor had noticed you holding your arm as you left for the evening, perhaps you had grown tired of it.
By the looks of it, you had indeed. The patient had grabbed your arm and dug his nails into your skin through the fabric of your shirt, easily drawing blood. You retaliated by punching him in the side of his head, watching with a blank expression as he let you go and thrashed in his bed. Victor's brow raised. You snatched a pillow from the empty bed beside him and immediately pressed it against his face, leaning your entire weight onto it.
He kicked and screamed underneath the thick pillow. He tried to claw at you but he couldn't see you. It was a long few minutes but eventually his body went still. You didn't let up the pressure. You stayed completely still, face cold and unreadable, until another two minutes had passed before you finally removed the pillow from the patient's face. Victor watched you check his pulse and a twisted grin spread across your face. You left the room. Victor was left in disbelief.
He laughed to himself. You would receive no disciplinary action and the tapes would conveniently be missing the section at the patient's time of death, not that anyone but himself would check. It was an unfortunate accident, as far as the care centre was concerned, or that even cared to investigate further.
As for if the two of you developed a relationship, Victor would eat up your sweet charm and watch you fondly, knowing that underneath it all was something far more dark and twisted. The confidence you oozed reminded him of himself and he played into it and tricked anyone and everyone into thinking you were the loveliest member of staff. It worked and everyone did like you, if they didn't, they would be forced to say they did.
If patients or staff needed to be disposed of, if they needed to go to processing, he would leave that to you. Think of it is as your secondary job. Reassuring staff who had learned more than they should have that they were okay, that you would make sure such awful things would be reported. Victor would watch you on the cameras as you lead them to your office and smile the entire way through as you personally put an end to them.
He would reward you heavily in whatever way you wished. He wouldn't mind, he's simply excited that someone else is as wild and uncaring for human life as it is, as he is.
In turn, he's the only one you could let your facade down around. You could talk about all the ways you made someone scream, how you adore his changes from his parasite, any ideas you had for his experiments and he would listen along with rapt attention.
Quite frankly, you both made for a scary and quite good power couple, I might say.
Staying on the RE9 subject...I made a doctor 👀 Me and my wife had plans of making two doctors that work under Dr. Gideon as well as...work under him 🥴🥴🥴 My baby Felicity looks completely normal on the outside but is unhinged on the inside. Behind that sweet smile and voice lies deadly intent. Unless it's for her two dearest other doctors of course 💕
When she's bored or waiting on results to get back to her she ADORES making her own drug serums. Sometimes they make her hyper and have her crawling up the walls (and maybe even scuttling around and all over Victor to) and after some of the poor other souls who work there. Some make her high as the heavens which is sometimes a blessing to others...until she's still high as balls and work needs to be done. And her favorite to share with her two s/o s is the one that heightens the senses tenfold, making every small touch feel amazing.
Behind her almost shut eyes of course reveals that she's not as human as one would first think. Under her labcoat hides deadly talons and when push comes to shove, her arms transform into scythe-like tendrils. So yeah hope I can get some doodles done or beg my wife for some ship art of our trio 👀
Staying on the RE9 subject...I made a doctor 👀 Me and my wife had plans of making two doctors that work under Dr. Gideon as well as...work under him 🥴🥴🥴 My baby Felicity looks completely normal on the outside but is unhinged on the inside. Behind that sweet smile and voice lies deadly intent. Unless it's for her two dearest other doctors of course 💕
When she's bored or waiting on results to get back to her she ADORES making her own drug serums. Sometimes they make her hyper and have her crawling up the walls (and maybe even scuttling around and all over Victor to) and after some of the poor other souls who work there. Some make her high as the heavens which is sometimes a blessing to others...until she's still high as balls and work needs to be done. And her favorite to share with her two s/o s is the one that heightens the senses tenfold, making every small touch feel amazing.
Behind her almost shut eyes of course reveals that she's not as human as one would first think. Under her labcoat hides deadly talons and when push comes to shove, her arms transform into scythe-like tendrils. So yeah hope I can get some doodles done or beg my wife for some ship art of our trio 👀
SHOUT OUT TO EVERYONE WHO STILL TRIES TO GET BACK INTO THE SWING OF THINGS AFTER DEPRESSION HIT THEM HARD. THERE ISN’T ENOUGH RECOGNITION FOR THOSE PEOPLE WHO KNOW THAT THEY’RE GOING TO LOSE INTEREST AND MOTIVATION AGAIN BUT PUSH THEMSELVES TO DO STUFF ANYWAYS. YOU ARE FIGHTING A DAILY BATTLE WITH YOUR OWN THOUGHTS AND YOU’RE STILL COMING OUT ON TOP, YOU’RE ALL BRAVE AS FUCK
I was perfectly fine not being sexually attracted to Obi-wan Kenobi and you changed it with one post lol
Sooo...How would mister Kenobi react to finding his s/o wearing nothing but his robes 👀
A/n: This is the sweetest thing'
The door slides open with a soft whoosh.
You’re stretched out on his bed, one leg bent, head propped up on your hand, and a playful, knowing smile curving your lips.
Obi-Wan stops dead in his tracks.
His eyes widen.
His jaw tightens.
And that calm, collected facade? Shatters.
He can hear his heart beat strumming in his ears, blood racing.
“Sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice a bit lower, a bit rougher than usual. “What do you think you’re doing?”
You shrug, the motion making the robe slide open a little more, exposing the curve of your thigh, the bare, warm skin of your breasts, the soft dip of your waist.
“Waiting for you,” you say innocently. “Is that a problem, Master Kenobi?”
His jaw clenches at the way you say it, that soft lilt, that little spark in your eyes.
“You’re wearing my robe,” he says, stepping closer, eyes dragging over every inch of exposed skin.
Your smile widens. “I know.”
The fabric was soft on your skin, the rob engulfing your frame as Obi-Wan's eyes glazed over your body, your hair a mess.
He’s on you in two strides, his knee sinking into the mattress as he leans over you, one hand braced beside your head, the other gripping your thigh, pushing it open.
“Do you know what you do to me, wearing this?” he murmurs, eyes dark and intense as they roam your face. “All those months of restraint… patience… composure…”
You blink up at him, your lips parting. “What about them?”
He leans down, mouth brushing your ear, voice dangerously low.
“They’re gone.”
He grabs the edges of the robe, pulls it open, exposing you completely beneath him—bare, soft, waiting.
You gasp as the cool air hits your skin, nipples pebbling, your thighs falling open.
Obi-Wan groans, his gaze roaming over you—taking you in, devouring you.
“Look at you,” he breathes, thumb brushing over your nipple, the pad of it just rough enough to make you shiver. “Wearing nothing but my robe. Were you waiting for me to find you like this?”
You nod, breath hitching.
“And what do you want me to do about it?”
You shudder beneath him, arching up, pressing your hips against the hard, insistent bulge beneath his tunic.
“Anything you want,” you whisper. “Take me, Master.”
His eyes darken, a low growl rumbling in his chest.
“Oh, I will.”
He yanks the robe completely open, the fabric pooling beneath you, and grabs your thighs, spreading them wide.
“You’re already so wet,” he murmurs, fingers sliding through your folds, feeling how soaked you are, how ready you are for him.
“All this… just from wearing my robe?”
You nod, face flushed, hips lifting to chase his touch.
"Obi-" his name a plea on your lips.
He chuckles—a dark, filthy sound—and then he’s sliding two thick fingers inside you, pumping them slow and deep, his thumb brushing over your clit with each thrust. You teeth sinking into your lip to stifle a small cry.
“You want me to fuck you in it?” he whispers, leaning down, lips grazing your throat. “You want me to take you while you’re wrapped up in my robe, smelling like me, dripping all over my sheets?”
You gasp, clutching his shoulders, legs spreading wider, body aching for him.
“Yes,” you breathe. “Yes, Obi-Wan—please—”
He pulls his fingers out, grips your hips, and lines up the thick head of his cock, pressing it against your entrance.
“Then take me,” he growls, thrusting in one smooth, devastating stroke, filling you completely, making you arch and scream his name.
He doesn’t go slow.
Not this time.
He fucks you hard, deep, the robe bunched beneath your body, his cock driving into you again and again, his teeth sinking into your shoulder to keep himself from falling apart.
“Mine,” he rasps, slamming deeper, his breath hot against your ear. “My robe. My bed. My woman.”
You’re a writhing, moaning mess, nails digging into his back, head thrown back as he fucks you through it, grinding his cock into that sweet, sensitive spot inside you until you’re screaming his name, coming so hard you see stars.
And Obi-Wan?
He’s not far behind.
With a guttural groan, he buries himself deep, his cock pulsing inside you, filling you with everything he has.
After, he collapses beside you, one arm pulling you close, his face buried in your neck as he catches his breath.
You’re still wrapped in his robe, still trembling, still warm and utterly, completely his.
And as he kisses your temple, his voice is low, soft, and utterly spent.
“You wear my robe again, and I’ll fuck you even harder.Until you can’t walk for days.”
Wetting your lips, you gave the man a sly smile as you let your fingers trail down his back. "I may have to with a promise like that."
Okay One Piece OC community, this ADD brain needs help.
So I have another character idea I made up, but I'm not entirely sure what species to make her. She's a hot headed assassin who works for the Cross Guild. She usually uses song and performance to get her targets guard down before moving in to make her move. Being in the Cross Guild she deals with Sir Crocodile a lot and constantly butts heads with him (maybe some sexual tension behind that anger? 👀)
But yeah id love to hear ideas, I'll add a poll for ones who don't want to comment but id love to see them!
Uh h-hi ; v; I have finally gained the courage to post my One Piece Oc thanks to seeing quite a few people posting their beautiful fan kids.
This is Sol, she is technically a chimera and comes from a hidden island of many like her. She is a mix of ferret, avian and dragon.
On her island (Calling it Chimera Island for now lol) all residence are born with three characteristics of different animals, and have humanoid forms as well as beast forms. Dragon is a rare trait on the island and can not be passed down due to regardless of the parents traits, the children's animal traits will always be random. Only the current Chief (Who has Lion, Ram and Dragon traits) was the last to inherit the trait and wanted her to stay on the island to be the next chief.
She unfortunately had dreams of leaving the island (Starts playing How Far I'll Go from Moana) and was able to fly off using her beast form (its a giant fuzzy noodle dragon). Eventually this led her to meeting the Straw Hats and also her -cough-futurelover-cough- Jinbe.
She's a free spirit who has a new found love of loud music with a lot of bass, dancing, and just exploring new places in general.
MIGHT DRAW MORE--AHH THIS IS SCARY THOUGH THANKS FOR READING IF YOU DID >///<
