I'm not very good at drawing, but I wanted to try my hand at making my oc.
At first, I was quite frustrated because it didn't look like what I had in mind, but little by little I tried harder. In the end, even though it wasn't perfect, I'm proud of the result.💕
I sat down today and drew some of my favorite OCs from the BBD fandom <3333
Seriously, this community is so wonderful and filled with lovely people, I finally feel comfortable just posting whatever the hell I want, no matter if it's self indulgent or if it didn't come out perfect 💖
the cuties on the left are Paris and Nicole, who belong to @rott3nwill0w ! They always look so cute together, I wanted to draw them for a while now ^^ I've also read it's your birthday tomorrow so this could be considered a small early birthday gift from me <3
Irene belongs to @codatree , I just had to draw her alongside my own OC because they're two goth baddies, I hope I did her justice because the way you draw her is already so on point and perfect that I jump a little in place every time I see her jsnxnshx.
Maydelin belongs to @floppy82man , I love love LOVE the way you write about characters, and May's backstory is so fascinating and just makes me want to see more and more of her!!
AHHHH i hope I did each of these OCs justice, I'm still torn up over if I like my drawings more as digital or traditional art ffhdhdhd. This could've come out better, but ehhhh, I'll just have to draw more of them in the future right?
todayyy is for two of the sweetest people on this fandom (who isn't after all?😫🤚🏻) i absolutely loveee their design for the mcs and the backstory and just overall the art omg!!❤❤🥺
I knowww these are not as good as their drawings, but I wanted to try still🙏🏻 I promise one day I'll do better drawings if y'all give me the permission🏃🏼♀️🏃🏼♀️
Maydelin belongs to @floppy82man ,both the character and the creator are such sweeties with a golden heart omg??? I LOVE her work, both writings and the drawings i am looking foward for more🙏🏻❣❣ they are such beautifully made so pleasee give her some love she deserves it aaa🥺❤
Ilos belongs to @ilos-xp ,I personally love the art style, it reminds me of the good old times when I was more active on animes and mangas!! I love the details and the dedication, and the creator is a sweetheart too🥺❤❤
The character/s u see on the background is Lane, who belongs to @where-spar0w-barks and the others are Paris and Nicole who are my ocs from my fic and for the game! They are daughters of BB and Lane🙏🏻❣
(also, I apologize for the bad quality...my camera is dying and so the lighting bc today is raining🙏🏻)
first off with Maydelin!
I decided to draw her hugging my oc Paris cause they both deserve an hug ngl🙏🏻❤ thennn Nicole and her doing the gyaru makeup for fun, Lane making fun of them and Amelia loving every second of it lmaoo (they have potentional mom-daughter relationship!) I had sm fun drawing her omgg🙏🏻❣❣
noww, here's Ilos!❣
I tried a bit with my style, wanted to do smth more anime-ish just like the creator's style🤚🏻 especially with Lane lmaoo! I also drew Lane and Nicole (his teenager daughter on my fic) cause when I think Nicole would literally say "I'm gonna steal your girl, dad!" the first time she saw her loll they are both so silly😫❣
well, here u have it! I hope i did everything okk, no worries I will remake them one day, for now I just wanted to do some sketches on paper🙏🏻
😭💖 I CAN’T! Check out this amazing art of my OC, Nicole, and Paris (kicking Lane a little for bothering us) 💕 I’m screaming! Every detail is so beautiful, I’m melting . Thank you so much for taking the time and loving it, it’s an honor to have been drawn like this! 🥹💖I seriously can’t stop looking at every detail, I love it so much I’m going to make a copy and stick it on my wall of favorite drawings! 😭
HELLO AGAIN, Sorry if I don't bring you a drawing today, but I brought a writing I hope you like it.
This is the next part of the previous chapter. I wanted to give more details about what happened to my oc at that moment that changed her life (don't worry, it was an important stage in her life).
The night at her father’s house was silent—too silent. The clock struck eleven, and the walls seemed to breathe with her, as if they were watching every move she made. She lay down on an improvised bed, sheets that smelled of old detergent and dampness. She closed her eyes, but instead of sleep, thoughts pressed down on her chest.
“What if Mom really doesn’t want me back? What if she truly hates me?”
Her heart pounded as if it wanted to escape. She felt cold, yet she was sweating. Outside, the wind whistled through the cracks of the window, and every shifting shadow made her tense up.
Her father entered the room quietly, asking if she needed anything. Maydelin, trembling, answered quickly:
—No… I’m fine… thank you.
But she wasn’t fine. Because even though he hadn’t done anything, even though he was her father, something inside her curled up, as if an ancient voice was screaming not to trust him. It was an inexplicable fear, one that lived deep in her bones.
When he closed the door, her tears came without permission. She hugged herself, searching for warmth, searching for comfort, but all she found was emptiness.
Then she remembered her mother’s words: “Trash. Useless. Because of you, they’re going to take my children away.” Each word pierced her like a knife to the skin.
She felt like a ghost. Not a daughter. Not a sister. Nothing.
That night, something inside Maydelin changed. Anger began to mix with pain. She felt her soul burning—not with the fire of destruction, but with the fire of someone who no longer wanted to live as a prisoner.
In the middle of the darkness, she clenched her fists and whispered, as if making an oath:
—Never again will I let them silence me.
Because she knew the truth of her wound. Since she was a little girl, she had carried a secret she never dared to say out loud: her stepfather had abused her, stealing not only her innocence but also her trust in men. And now, although her father tried to get close, she could sense it was different, strange… it wasn’t a father’s love for his daughter, but something darker, something that made her tremble even more.
That was the root of her discomfort, of her deep fear. The shadow she had always tried to bury was now rising again, forcing her to face it head-on. And though it terrified her, it also gave her strength. Because if she had survived that, then she could survive whatever was coming next.
experimental small writing piece I wanted to do for awhile! ^^ this is actually a really nice memory Nicole, Lane's daughter, has about her dad when when she was really little🙏🏻❣
this won't be in the official fanfiction btw!! just a small thing I wanted to write to experiment, tho this scene will be mentioned by Nicole at some point in the main story ^^ usually I write in Paris' POV, but now it's just an external narrator!! purely to try something different out🥺🤚🏻
I reallyyy hope I got Lane well here🙏🏻🙏🏻 this is pretty much a test, not pround of it as usual but wanted to post it still since it stayed on my drafts for so long😫
🐛 Lane doesn't belong to me!! he belongs to @where-spar0w-barks who is also the creator of the visual novel "big bad dogs" !!❤❤ the only character I own is Nicole, who is his daughter in this story.
The night outside the window is pitch black, not even a sparkle of a vibrant colour visible.
The door is half open, enough to see a little bit of light. The wardrobe's door shut closed, sheets spread on the floor.
And a little shivering figure is on the bed, holding herself like a ball. Only the wild curls on her head are in the dominant sight.
But...Why's that?
Nicole is a kid who usually laughs at anxiety and fear, who smiles even when it's not the moment, a kid who doesn't think before doing anything. The menace of adults.
Still...
What you can do to break that small smirk off of her face? Let her watch the videos of those 'big scary animatronics animals', actually mascots from the videogame 'Five Nights At Freddys', being the protagonist of her nightmares for a while.
She knows, oh how she knows how she shouldn't watch those videos. How scared she gets everytime a jumpscare popped on the screen, the sound, the animation...But that morbid curiosity only kids can have,
All of that to get mixed in that little head of hers, the head of a kid who can produce fantasy books just by observing the littlest thing she saw during the day.
She's is holding a flashlight, in her trembling little hands. She recall, to flash the light in Foxy's eyes when he gets too close. Foxy, the red pirate fox. The animatronic she's the most scared of. He hides in the wardrobes only, which makes her look at the wardrobe's door more than necessary.
Survive until 6 AM.
This is what keeps clocking on her head.
They could be everywhere now. Under the bed like a classic cliché, or hidden in the darkness where she can't really see.
The room feels extremely little, as if she's surrounded by all the shadows.
Her head shifts to the side, to look at the clock close to her bed.
2 AM.
...
Anxiety raises up.
Tears are coming down from her cheeks in speed.
The monsters are going to get her.
Those robots...Gigant, animal-like, are going to get her.
Gulps forming down her throat, tears coming down...Resulting to small tears spots forming ojnher night clothes.
She's fully now crying, sounds of despear and agony, even...It sounds like the cry of a kid lost in the supermarket.
...
A crick.
The door.
!!!
The little girl quickly shoves the flashlight to the tall figure, who makes a loud groan sound.
In her imagination, it's the sign of the animatronic giving up, groaning and going back in its hidding space to come back later. But in reality, it's her dad. Lane.
The flashlight hits him right on the eyes, the groan loud and clear. He raises an hand like he's being interrogated by the cops, then, a small chuckle.
"Whoa, whoa!! Easy there, don't hurt my pretty eyes-" but the sight of his daughter sitting there, the aggressive tremble of her hand holding the flashlight, those painful tears...
Something in his chest breaks open, the instinct only a parent can have.
The light of the flashlight lowers, her hand brushes off the tears from her own eyes.
The man drops on her knees besides her bed, with no jokes this time, and pulls her into his arms as she keeps sobbing. His voice goes low, real for once.
"Shhh...I got you, Nico. Dad is here, nobody comin' near you. Not Freddy, Not Foxy...Not even that all purple dumbass." He smiles gently, a sniffle escapes her. He continues still, "Wanna know a secret? 'Bout those bots? They're just junk in costume. Look, they would get scared if your old man starts to sing. No evil junk in costume can handle this much cringe, Nico. Guaranteed." The man smirks now, poking a bit her stomach. Which makes her laugh, little high pitched noises.
Her arms wraps around his neck, forehead pressed against his shoulder. He picks her up by pure instict. "Ouch, my back..." he smirks, "How much you weight now?" He made a desperate sigh after this, of cours all staged, for his dauguter to smirk with him and laugh along.
That smirk...Oh no, it comes from him. It's the same.
Lane made his way out of the door, the deep night covers all the mess around the house.
The couch, his bed, was a scream of help itself. Sheets spread everywhere, a pillow fallen down, junk shattered all over the place. To conclude with the mess, the tv is on, showing what it seems like a game waiting to be restarted and a joystick l'idea carefully on the floor.
But...For Nicole, this is Dad's kingdom. As he calls it.
He makes his way to the couch, his bed, and lays down with her. She was now chuckling and a shine smile tattooed on her face that was nowhere to be found just some minutes ago. The type of smile that brights even in the dark. "I will fight them if they get close to ya, of course." He smiles really proundly of himself, seeing himself as the hero. "Thèy will go back to the pizzeria once they see yer big scary man singin'!" This made her chuckle more under her breath. Of course he knows everything about these characters, he has seen the chronology full of videos from different youtubers. All doing the same exact game, explaining the whole story of the horror game she's so afraid of.
He feels a bit guilty, to have gave her such much freedom with youtube.
But he'll make it work out for her.
"Comfy?" He mummurs, placing her better so she can't fall. She nods with a mummurs back. Her curls bounce softly as she lays on the top of his chest, cheek pressed too.
A hand on the back of her curls.
He knew in this moment, that it was worth it all the cries, all the smokes..
It was worth all the struggles.
Worth all the money, and now...
Worth the scream of pain his back is going to have in the morning.
HELLO, I'm here to bring more of my OC's backstory. I'd love for you to leave comments and what you think about certain parts. I'd be interested in your opinions from your perspectives. <3
Maydelin had just arrived at the apartment, exhausted from work, having done everything on her own. She collapsed onto the bed, surrendering to her fatigue. Sleep took her immediately, but instead of rest, she returned to the same pain she dreaded reliving—the moment that would change her life forever.
She saw herself crying at the dining table, trapped, with her soul bound hand and foot, not knowing what to do. She was only a teenager, yet carried responsibilities far beyond her years. She spent her days taking care of her younger siblings, and her nights attending classes, trying not to fail at either duty.
Until one night, fatigue overtook her. She fell asleep. She was supposed to pick up her younger brother, but arrived an hour late.
—Oh my God! —she cried upon waking, running desperately to the school.
Not only did she have to pick up her little brother, but her sister was also about to be released. When she finally arrived, the teachers looked at her with disapproval. They asked why she had been so late. Still breathless, her cheeks flushed from running, she could only stammer between apologies:
—I’m sorry, I came a little late… It won’t happen again.
But her sister’s teacher pried further.
—Does the baby stay alone at home?
Nervously, Maydelin replied quickly:
—No… she stays with my dad. And sometimes with the nanny.
That incident, which seemed small, grew into something much larger. The school had already been trying to meddle in their family life, and Maydelin didn’t know how to handle the pressure.
Her mother soon found out. The school had called her. With tears streaming, and trembling hands, Maydelin read the messages her mother sent:
—They called me from school. The principal wants to talk to me because you arrived an hour late.
—Fucking useless.
—I told you.
—They’re going to take my children away because of you.
—Fucking trash.
Maydelin’s heart broke as she typed back, her fingers wet with tears:
"Then maybe I should go live with my dad… I don’t want to bother you anymore. Maybe it’s better if you find someone else to take care of them, someone who actually can. I’m not the best sister, or the best daughter, clearly. I don’t want to cause problems for anyone anymore… I’ll talk to my dad, I think he’ll accept me."
Her mother’s reply crushed her:
—Do whatever you want. I’m fed up.
—Don’t worry, I’ll figure out what to do with my kids.
At that moment, Maydelin’s entire world collapsed. She no longer felt like part of the family. She no longer felt like a daughter. Everything she had done—out of love, out of responsibility for her siblings—seemed meaningless.
Even though it hurt his soul, he didn't want to bother his mother anymore, no more problems.
In despair, she called her father. He accepted the idea of her living with him, but it wasn’t that simple. His job forced him to move constantly from place to place. And then there was the stepmother… taking care of her children would be reliving the same prison she was trying to escape.
Together, they tried to find a solution: where she would stay, what she needed, where she would sleep. But deep down, there was something else—something Maydelin could hardly admit to herself.
Because even if it was her own father, she didn’t feel comfortable being alone with a man. Blood didn’t matter. Family didn’t matter. What made her shiver came from somewhere else, from a hidden wound, from a truth she wasn’t ready to say out loud.
Hello lovely followers (and not) of tumblr user harrowrat359 I am Back on My Bullshit with More Rambling About My OC :]]] This post assumes you've read the last one I made about her so if you didn't you might not understand the context of some of the things in this one. I got a lot of lovely comments under my last post about Mai so I also wanted to answer some questions I was asked. I really love this community to bits <333
Anyway This is literally just me rambling about my new favorite OC of the month. I hope you enjoy!!
A quick trigger warning: the post contains a brief description of a suicide attempt.
kissy to lighten the mood
shes on her tippy toes here trust
A few words about her relationship with BB (Mild spoilers ahead?)
So like, we as the BBD fandom know that it's heavily implied that the MC and Biker Boy have known eachother before, but before there's any new development on that, I'll leave it as is for now cause I wanna stay as true to canon as i can. Ahaha. I'm a good writer i swea
The thing about Mai is, she is extremely weary of new people she meets. However, she wrote BB off at first: just a kind of cute, kind of (very) hot customer, probably one she won't ever see again. When Lane told her the thing he did about seeing BB on the cameras, she did aknowledge it as kind of weird, but she figured Biker Boy might have social anxiety and didn't think anything more of it.
That is, until he appeared again. And when he told her: "Then be scared." Well, yeah, it worked. Now she'd rather avoid him entirely if possible. She does not see him as a potential romantic partner.
Her personality
Mai is a person with a lot love in her heart, just one that had her faith in it tested over, and over, and over again. In her past, she wasn't as rough around the edges as she is now. She was a really joyful person, who wanted to live life to the fullest. As it stands now, she's a stoic, sarcastic, kind of distanced person who doesn't trust people easily (or at all) but still remains kind despite everything that has happened to her. She's numbed down in a way: still retaining her gentle nature, but concious of how cruel the world can be.
She gets irritated easily and is tired most of the time, which makes her have that 'done with life' look a lot of the time. Well, when you only have one person left to talk to, and that person is fucking Lane, it's guaranteed you act at least a little like you are.
Despite all of her experiences, she really does love people, and she still believes in love: nowadays she'd just rather see everything a person holds inside them before making the decision to fully trust them. And still, she wouldn't pursue them romantically even if she did have feelings for them until 1. she was sure they loved her, and 2. they made a good or decent effort to pursue her first.
She feels lost inside her own stoicism a bit, but she doesn't hate who she'd become. She feels stronger, more mature and collected. She's irritated by where she stands in life and by the hand she was dealt, not by anything in herself. That's why her world turned black and white: it's mundane and cold.
The thing that really made her slow down and get a grip in life was her suicide attempt after her last relationship. It's important to say here that she doesn't have depression as an illness. She's messed up quite a bit, but she suffers more from trauma rather than a mood disorder of any sort. She was depressed when she did it, yes, but her attempt was more of an act of desperation after a long time of being stuck in one place: she just didn't know what else there was left for her to do.
Her housemates found her before it was too late, and she decided to kick herself into gear, get a job, get enough money for her own place and move out of state to start a new chapter.
A few fun facts about her :]
- She has a huge soft spot for children.
- She can sing very well, and her dream job is to be a voice actress. (I'm still yet to think of a voice claim for her....oopps)
- She writes songs! She packs a lot of meaningful lyrics into them and they all end up being very poem-ish. (A good example of the music she writes would be the song "Only living girl in LA" by Halsey :>>)
- She doesn't own any instruments right now but she knows the basics of guitar and she can play piano.
- She sleeps with a giant plush of a snake named Ssssiouxssssie
- She has a tiny reversed cross tattoed on her ankle that she did herself with a regular needle and ink.
- She saw 9/11 happen live on TV
- She's a 22 year old virgin.
So yeah that's about it *bows* *bows* thank you so much *bows* thank you
LMFAOOOOO LANE IS SO RIDICULOUS WHILE MY BABYGORL BB IS SO SO SWEET A TRUE GENTLEMAN💋💋💋💋 he has a helmet on but he has a good sense of smell like a dog yknow😏😏😏✋✋
I'm here with a new drawing, From my favorite prostitute🧎♀️💕 , I really wanted to do the challenge, where you found a specific word and a happy face in the drawing, but since I realized that zooming in more doesn't do it justice, it couldn't be done🫵😭😭
This is my first time using this website!! It's all for the game BBD!!🥰🥰🥰(I‘m using machine translation TT! I hope you can understand it.)I'm so glad that the first visual novel game I've ever played is such an excellent one!! The author's portrayal of Lane is simply amazing! I fell in love with him almost immediately!! I've told every friend around me how much I love this game and Lane!! I simply can't put into words how much I love this work! !!!😭😭😭Right after I finished playing, I decided right away that I wanted to make a similar video. I can't make games, so I made it into a video XD!I created an image for the MC and drew pictures in the style similar to the official one. This is the first time I've made this kind of video. My passion for this game made me stay up all night and work on it for 7 hours! I've never been this excited!! I love this game so much! I haven't unlocked all the storylines yet. I'll keep working hard!! I'll draw more pictures of the MC and Lane to show my love for the game BBD!! (I seem to have repeated myself a lot. I'm just too excited TT)
In this video, I put in the MC image I designed and created a new perspective, making the MC also a romanceable character. (I really want to see some daily life scenes of the MC at work, haha)😆😆😆
Finally, I want to say!! I really, really, really love this game!! ❤️❤️❤️Never has a work made me decide to make a video for it within less than half a day of knowing about it!! (The last work for which I made a video, I loved it for three years before doing so.) The well - rounded and interesting character of Lane has made my not - so - happy days become happy!! I really love stories with lots of details and a slow pace. I've been savoring every single sentence TT!!😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
I know this looks kinda weird TT I really tried my best. My friend encouraged me to post it 🤧🤧 This guy is so hard to draw, but he’s just way too hot 🥵 I used a reference photo btw