The muncha. The cruncha. The sucka puncha. — I'm in a ton of fandoms but I also deeply care for my ocs, I do mostly traditional art and occasionally write!
Hello!! I'm Maggot (Or Fray, call me whatever you want idm) and I use he/her pronouns.
I like to consider myself a writer and an artist (mostly traditional, digital is still awkward for me) and I've come here to hopefully share some of my work. Most of it will be oc related, especially my writing (I'm lowkey really scared to do any fanfictions </3)
Side note though, if you see my art anywhere but here or from my youtube THAT IS NOT ME. And please notify me.. ❤️🩹
However! I am in a tonnnnn of fandoms and have tons of interests!
Some fandoms I'm in (primarily, though my interests are not limited to these):
MK (9,X,11, the comics and the movies), BG3, RDR1&2, MGS, TF2, DE, L4D2 and LC (both the original and the repop)
This is his twin sister.. ik they don't look like twins. NO SHE IS NOT NAKED.
Andddd a little ship doodle of him and a friend of mine's oc (lot of headshots ik..)
He's literally my favorite goober he's had the craziest upbringing. He's tied to my old, retired rdr oc.. so I usually just.. call him an rdr oc.
His name is Roland, he doesn't like being called Rory. (I call him that anyway) But the only thing I can really say without going on an insane tangent is that he's a trader/merchant.. who believes he's a pirate..
Uuuhhmm if you wanna hear about him or wanna ask anything, feel free. I love rambling but with purpose 😭 just wanted to show some recent art.
Watched his concert at Old Trafford from 1996 and it was so peak. His music is beautiful and he and his band are so entertaining to watch, I had to doodle him.
I was playing with colors too but I'll show it all without color cause I like that one more 😭
okay I've finally decided I will show some random writing. I'm supposed to be working on a larger story but.. yk I just haven't done it yet 💔
Mainly I do oneshots for my ocs to get ideas out that I might use in my story/just for the fun of it. I'll share a few! However just keep in mind they're sometimes short and do cut sorta abruptly!
I'll also provide a small bit of context about the ocs or why I wrote it.
CW! THERE IS ONE OF ONE OF MY OC'S DEATH! IT WILL BE STATED WHICH ONE IT IS JUST BE WARNED WHILE READING!
Starting strong: In this one, I had recently gotten around to making my marshal ocs for all my towns! There are only three (Clearsight (also name of the county), Bushstalk, and Goldilocks.) Each have one-two marshals and in this I try to figure out the personalities of the ones in Bushstalk (Nordin (Devilish) and Roswell (Charm)) and how they interact with my main sheriff oc, Colter!
1/3
As the sun beat down upon him and his white horse, Colter gaze stayed firm as he trotted into the town of Bushstalk. Though the biggest of the three in the county, the population was low and people were quiet. It was a nice area, not full of snobs like Goldie and lacked the nosey nature of Clearsight.
If he were to ever move, it'd be here that he'd go. Away from all the noise and redundant drama. However, now was not the time to ponder what could be. He was here on business, not for leisure.
The old station of Bushstalk was where he was headed, where two of his coworkers resided. Marshal Nordin his deputy, Roswell. Devilish and Charm is what he knew them by, respectively. They're.. quite the duo.
Mikey's hairy legs halted as his rider tugged back on his reins. They'd reached the ‘Stalker’s Station’... Colter made a mental note to ask about that name.
For now, he hopped off his saddle and landed to the ground with a soft cloud of dirt flying up around his boots. He patted his shire before walking into the building.
He was first greeted by the sight of a young deputy nose deep in a cheap book. Charm, the studious. A rasp chuckle alerted the boy to his superior's presence. His shaggy, orange hair flung up around his face as he headbutted the middle of his book, startled.
“Bear!”
A nickname he'd still not gotten used to. Thanks to Mike.
“At ease, Charm,” The sheriff raised his hand, trying to calm Roswell. The boy quickly flatted himself in his chair, his book flopping to the ground without a lick of pride or grace.
“Why are you here, sir?”
“Lookin’ for you and Mr. Devil himself.”
“..What for?”
“You really want to start interrogating me, boy?”
“No-No sir..” Roswell’s wide eyes seemed to bulge from his head in fear. He always were rather intimidated by those of a higher position.. and Colter liked to tease.
“Don't twist your knickers up, I'm fooling,” the word came almost naturally, as if he shared the same tongue as the blind and that filthy sailor back in Mike's camp.. They'd been spending too much time up there.
“..My what.?”
“Forget I said anything, where's Devilish?”
“Mr. Langston’s house.”
“..aaand which house would that be?”
“Second down from the saloon.”
“Alright, thank you, Charm. Be safe,” As usual, Colter left without giving the other a chance to reply. He had a task and he was set on getting it done.
Wandering back out, he followed the deputy's instruction. Sure enough, just two buildings down, stood the town's Marshal.. currently in a screaming match with the homeowner. Typical.
Colter slowly sauntered to the two, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise as the man slammed his door into Nordin’s face. He seemed to smoke with anger as he stared blankly at the door.
“Misterrr Norrrdin,” The sheriff drawled out his ‘r’s, mocking Nordin's own voice.
They spun around, eyebrows knitted close together in frustration. With those pointy ears and a face red from anger, Nordin was certainly matching his own nickname. However, his face seemed to ease as the figure of Colter greeted him.
“Aiiye, if ain't the big beast himself,” Nordin schooled his face into a grin. There's the Devilish he knew.
So next up:
I have a lot of my ocs' lives already plotted out and this includes how they die. If you don't wanna read that, please feel free to just move ahead.
In this one, my 'pirate' oc is in the middle of a battle with another crew. This was sorta hard for me to write as gore and pain are just hard for me to put into words.
2/3
“Thalia! Fire!” His voice boomed as he worked to spin the ship, spinning the wooden wheel with as much might as his pale arms could muster.
His crew scrambled to load and fire their canons. Bodies already lie on the ground as the enemy ship worked relentlessly to tear them down. There wasn't much time to focus, his instincts forcing him to ignore as Kahn's curly head flew past him. Screams and wails died in his throat, turning to loud orders and shouts in a sad attempt to keep a shrinking crew going.
Suddenly, he released the wheel from his grasp and began to sprint down to the main deck. His rubber boots squealed against the broken wood planks as he made his way to the nearest canon.
Urgent hands moved to load powder and another stone ball down into the canon. Glancing up to the vessel just in front of them, the enemy was reloading in stunning unison. Now was his chance. Faster, move faster.
Frantic eyes hunted for a match, anything. On the ground, a small pack of matches lie. Ones he'd gotten from that sheriff so long ago.
Just as he moved to reach them, a horrible sound of air barrelled toward him. Rory has no time to react as stone rammed into the center of his chest. An awful crunch rang out, soon overshadowed by the scream of the Irishman's mouth. He collapsed to the ground as the very bones meant to protect him snapped and jabbed themselves straight into his organs.
It was a pain no one could even imagine to feel.
His body writhed, his throat gargled as a concoction of fluids flooded his throat. Green eyes shot around the ship. He was the last one still moving. The last one alive.. but not for long.
Suddenly, just as fast as it all had happened, visions of home flooded his sight. The sound of burning fire and his choking faded from his ears, replaced by the warm sound of a man's voice.. Quiet. Soft.. Nervous…
If his body weren't contorting from horrid pain as he suffocated on his fluid, he'd almost be comforted by the old sight of Archie gazing at him with that same, bashful look. His words were unintelligible but peaceful as he spoke murmurs to Rory, bringing his body into a close hug.
As the captain struggled to hug back, it began to fade into nothing. His eyes closed as his old lover snuggled close to him, whispering sweet nothings he couldn't understand.. Auburn curls melted into darkness in his arms, as did everything else..
Slowly, Thalia began to sink and with it, the memory of her men. She would be lost to time just like their song. A tune forgotten by centuries. Lives forgotten by generations.
This was the end of an era.
Complete change of mood here but I partially write about that same pirate oc and his ex-lover, Archie. Who is a favorite of mine.
Now, Rory has issues with his own hygiene and while they're together, Archie typically grooms him for him. In this I kinda just write about it for the fun of it, mainly it's just fluff but who doesn't like fluff.
3/3
“C’mere, mate,” Archie whispered, grabbing at Rory's speckled shoulder to pull him back.
“Whattt?”
“Just come here! You’ have something on ya’ back!”
Rory flopped down onto Archie, who sat him up. The two laughed at one another as the Australian hunched over and began to pick off grime from his nappy pirate's back.
“Gosh, Rorsie, you need to go to a bathhouse..”
“I know, I know,” Rory puffed and rolled his deep green eyes.
His lover's hands moved from his back, to his hips and then up to his fiery hair. While at first it was awkward, he'd grown to like Archie picking at him. It made him feel more connected with him. For Archie, it didn't mean as much. He and Dust would groom one another regularly at camp because of all the bugs and muck they'd encounter throughout the day.
Up in the ginger's hair, he carefully checked over his scalp. The couple practically looked like parrots as Archie preened his leman. Rory occasionally cooed or hummed when his scalp was itched in a good spot, making the other cackle.
Archie suddenly wrapped his arms around the pirate's body when he was finished cleaning him, hugging onto him. His head rested atop orange locks before nuzzling into Rory's shoulder.
But uh yeah if you read all this, these are sorta old. I haven't really written for them in a hot minute. I do hope you enjoyed it or at least had a moment to distract yourself from any hardships.
Idm any criticism as long as you're not being a jerk and if you wanna know more about my ocs or their relationships, please just let me know!
Trust, I'm THE #1 yapped about these little losers.
hhhhrrrr this feels kinda dumb to ask but would anyone have advice for writing fanfics.. Mainly just how to kinda stay true to the canon characters and the original media?
I like to think I'm good at writing and I've always wanted to write for my different fandoms just for the fun of it (yes I know if it's just for fun I shouldn't be worried about accuracy but I can't help myself)
I'm not likely gonna post anything like oneshots or things like that if I do get around to writing some fanfiction, simply because I'm just sorta shy about it. I'm the same way with my own writing about my ocs. I just want to know how to portray the characters I like accurately, yk?
Soo this is an old inside joke between me and some of my close friends from when I first started getting into Baldur's Gate. Figured I'd share to show my art progress.
Seven months apart and I'm actually really proud of where I've come from, even if I miss that colored pen.
Soo I'm trying to learn how to color faces and skin and hair.. why is it all so awful and hard 😭 but anyway decided I'd start with my evil goat Raphael.
Hope it's good, I'm pretty proud of it but any tips would mean a lot because I barely have any idea what I'm doing. Just don't be mean, obv
Brooo I wanna share my ocs, like my writing and drawings of them.. but I'm not entirely sure how yk
So for anyone who might be interested, what would you wanna know about my random ah ocs.. I promise, there are a million things I could tell you about them.
Here are a few older doodles (Have to get a new sketchbook soon)
(these are also the main four.. there are like.. so many)
