Sideblog for @quaxorascal’s OCs, including video game protagonists, DnD PCs, and completely original characters. [Icon ID: a full-colour digital drawing of Idina, a fat elf with brown freckly skin and curly blonde shoulder-length hair. She is wearing Grey Warden armour, and she is smiling with her eyes closed at the viewer. Three pink hearts float around her head. /end ID]. Art in my icon courtesy of Kaja @kajasartspace !
Howdy! My name is Isidore (they/them), and this is my OC and interactive fiction blog, which is still presently under construction and permanently just for fun
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IFs I’m currently reading include: A Tale of Crowns, Body Count, Boundary Pass, The Exile, The Keeper series, The Northern Passage, The Passenger, Speaker
thank you pearl!! <3 this is longer than i planned on and also. the first time i've written anything for infamous but i was Gripped
31) breeze
August is not used to seeing Nayeli struggle with music.
Everything she does—from jaw-dropping vocal runs to seamlessly accompanying someone on acoustic guitar or piano to knowing exactly how to produce a song—she makes it look easy. They know it’s not, of course; they have not seen all of the work she put in to get to where she is now.
Until this moment, that is.
She huffs an exasperated breath as her grip on their spare drumsticks falters once more. She had asked them to teach her how to drum as a way to take her mind off of all the madness in the press. Lessons have been slow going with the demands of their schedule, but August always looks forward to having more time alone with her when they can manage it.
In the comfortable silences and increasing number of inside jokes they share, though, it is getting more difficult to pretend that they’re only bandmates.
Returning to the task at hand, August instructs, “Turn your hands up a bit.”
“Like this?”
August slowly shakes their head, anticipating another exasperated sigh from her. Nayeli responds as predicted and rolls her head back to look up at the ceiling for good measure.
“Can you show me?” Dark brown eyes meet their own when she asks and that now-familiar shiver begins crawling up their spine. If anyone else asked, August would think it was a line, an easy way to get August’s hands on theirs, but Nayeli is genuinely invested in their lessons and they know she hates not knowing how to do things more than she is flustered by them.
(She is flustered by them pretty frequently, though.)
August nods once. They stand behind where she is seated at the drumset, catch the faint notes of her citrus perfume, and softly grasp her wrists. Nayeli’s breathing hitches and she audibly swallows—a small smug smile tugs at August’s lips and they’re grateful she is not looking at them—as they trail their hands down to cover her own. They adjust her grip, savouring how soft her hands are, and demonstrate how she should hold the drumsticks by moving her hands with theirs.
“Like this,” they explain.
Nayeli takes an uneven breath. “Oh. I see.” She clears her throat. “Thank you.”
They nod again. “Maybe you’ll be out-performing me in a year,” August offers offhandedly as they withdraw from her.
Nayeli turns around to look at them, searching their eyes for something. “No I won’t. You’re incredible—I still think about you during our first performance—and I’ll still need you as my drummer. And… I like having you around.”
It’s August’s turn to catch their breath. She is so earnest at unsolicited times it catches them off-guard, and they haven’t learned how to find their balance yet.
They meet her honesty in kind: “I like being around you too.”
[ID: a monochrome digital drawing of Evan (he/him) and Isador (he/she), a pair of elf life partners in their middle age, wearing comfortable clothes and cuddling together on a couch. Evan is a fat white man with light curly hair worn short, thick eyebrows, a beard, and freckles all over his pale skin. Isador is a thin Cree person with straight dark hair worn long and loose, a straight nose, laughter and smile lines on his face, broad shoulders, and tattoos on his darker skin: in particular, there is a tattoo of a juneberry flower on the back of his right hand.
They're sitting together on the couch, with Isador wrapping her arms around Evan from behind. Isador's face is tucked against Evan's shoulder, and one of her hands rests on that same shoulder while the other is over Evan's heart; one of Evan's hands rests on Isador's knee, while the other combs through her hair, and he rests his head against hers. They're both smiling, comfortable and content. Warm sunset light streams in from the side of the image, bathing the background in a gradient of orange-to-dark-pink. The artist's signature is tucked under the arm of the couch. /end ID]
let's all pretend I remembered to upload this gorgeous commission I got from @rennybu on father's day, yeah? yeah 🥰
(everyone PLEASE get a rennybu commission, they did such an incredible job with my old men and I'm so in love with this piece!!)
[ID: a monochrome digital drawing of Evan (he/him) and Isador (he/she), a pair of elf life partners in their middle age, wearing comfortable clothes and cuddling together on a couch. Evan is a fat white man with light curly hair worn short, thick eyebrows, a beard, and freckles all over his pale skin. Isador is a thin Cree person with straight dark hair worn long and loose, a straight nose, laughter and smile lines on his face, broad shoulders, and tattoos on his darker skin: in particular, there is a tattoo of a juneberry flower on the back of his right hand.
They're sitting together on the couch, with Isador wrapping her arms around Evan from behind. Isador's face is tucked against Evan's shoulder, and one of her hands rests on that same shoulder while the other is over Evan's heart; one of Evan's hands rests on Isador's knee, while the other combs through her hair, and he rests his head against hers. They're both smiling, comfortable and content. Warm sunset light streams in from the side of the image, bathing the background in a gradient of orange-to-dark-pink. The artist's signature is tucked under the arm of the couch. /end ID]
let's all pretend I remembered to upload this gorgeous commission I got from @rennybu on father's day, yeah? yeah 🥰
(everyone PLEASE get a rennybu commission, they did such an incredible job with my old men and I'm so in love with this piece!!)
miniboarduction [1/5]: Layla "Lala" Sandoval, lead singer of DramaWh*re; an @/infamous-if mc.
Personality: sarcastic, decidedly unbothered (not easily ruffled, but at times apathetic and seemingly discourteous), adventurous, kind, joie de vivre, independent, loyal, troll
[ID: a moodboard featuring 6 images arranged in a grid 3 wide and 2 tall. The images all have pink, orange, or a tint of one of those colours. From left to right and top to bottom, the images are:
A pair of pink sweatpants with white text on the upper leg that reads: “you are too bomb to be anyone but yourself”
A very small grey tabby kitten sitting within a blanket with a tired or angry look on its face
A chibi Usagi (Sailor Moon) happily eating a bowl of noodle soup
Usagi grinning slyly and blushing with a hand to her face
A grey tabby cat wearing sunglasses with a cigarette in its mouth, looking unbothered
A cake covered in white frosting with orange letters that read: “it’s only embarrassing if you’re embarrassed”
Shoutout to characters that are both genuinely deeply kind and also genuinely terrifying and willing to spill buckets worth of blood to get something done. And neither of these are an act, they're just both very true.
The stereotype of the nerd girl taking her glasses off and suddenly she's beautiful, but in reverse. A cold tough mean office lady who glares at everyone until she gets glasses and suddenly becomes sweet, approachable and friendly since she no longer has a constant headache over not being able to fucking see, doesn't need to squint at everything, and actually remembers individual people by name now that she can tell them apart at all.
[ID: a digital doodle of the above scenario. On the left, a woman without glasses squints her eyes severely and has to scowl as a result. On the right, the same woman now has round glasses, making her eyes large and letting her grin sweetly. /end ID]
OC checkpoint because I'm curious...
What's the physical trait you like the most on your OC's face? A little detail you love paying attention to when you draw them. Their face just doesn't feel complete until you've added that thing. Tell me
"who's your blorbo?" is singular? in this economy?? I don't know how y'all are doing it, but it costs me 6 blorbos minimum just to get through the fucking day. due to inflation. :(
[id: three digital black and white sketches of ryker and vaelmir, two original dnd characters. vaelmir is a half elf paladin with long wavy hair, and ryker is a tiefling warlock with long curly hair and a broken horn. they both have scruffy beards.
the first sketch shows vaelmir in profile with a vulnerable expression, visible from the shoulders up with ryker's hands in his hair, braiding it. coming in from offscreen is ryker's speech bubble, saying "here -- let me."
the second sketch shows ryker standing just in front of vaelmir, both visible from the waist up. ryker is blasé and casual as vaelmir stares intensely at him, one eye glowing aqua and the other glowing purple. vaelmir's eyes are labeled "rapax" and "sentina" respectively, indicating the presence of the two celestials within vaelmir's soul. ryker has been labeled "hapless wit".
the third sketch shows ryker and vaelmir lying naked together, shown from the hips up and presumably immediately post-sex. vaelmir's head is cradled on ryker's chest, and they're holding hands with soft expressions. vaelmir has a little pink thought bubble that reads, "i feel so safe?" with a heart. ryker has a purple thought bubble that reads "wow, we are going to die for sure now," with sure in all capitals for emphasis.
a true male feminist will be bisexual. attracted to women in case there's a woman who wants you and attracted to men in case there's a fujoshi who wants to watch you have gay sex.
Happy Chapter 13 release day! I'm so excited that it's finally here!! It's been nearly a year in the making, but we made it, everyone. You can play it HERE.
WHAT TO EXPECT.
Reminisce with [A] on how you met, your first impressions of each other, and what that has developed into
Learn more about Blane's backstory and why they have a fixation with the Rankings (spoiler alert, it might surprise you)
Hear about N's (tragic) childhood and their thoughts on your current relationship
Discuss the concept of immortality with K and learn why they keep pushing everyone away
Discover what happened the night Rylan was accused of murder while playing a game of 20 questions
STATS.
[A]'s Route: ~ 18,500 words
Blane's Route: ~ 33,700 words (2 Distinct Routes)
N's Route: ~ 22,000 words
K's Route: ~ 19,900 words
Rylan's Route: ~ 25,800 words
Total: ~ 123,530 / 690,420 words
LINKS. Game & Patreon
Also, a few players have experienced bugs with the new chapter. In most cases, their game was not properly registering the romance lock statistics, despite meeting the requirements. Because of this, I've created a short Troubleshooting Guide if anyone runs into similar problems. Please read this before sending me an ask or DM.
I hope you enjoy the new content! Please let me know what you think <3
