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[the-violet-galaxy]

Hey guys! I've got the urge to draw, and I'd like to draw people's TSAMS OCs!

If you're interested in getting a drawing of your OC, feel free to send me a reference of them or a detailed description of the OC's design, and some important details or facts to know about them, and I'll do my best! Sending it through a reblog of this or an ask are both fine.

AU versions of TSAMS characters also count as OCs in this instance.

(Just one OC per person, and be patient since it might take some time, please!)

[aegisshielded]

Winter Passes, Snow Melts || Return to Garreg Mach

As the harsh winter cold fades more and more with each rising of the sun, Felix feels a bitter sense of dread coat his tongue. He wakes each day in his childhood bedroom with an acrid taste in his mouth that accompanies the sour thickness of sleep that coats his cheeks and teeth. He sighs as he eats his breakfast alongside his mother and father and looks out the window to see the snow melt slowly but surely. With each passing day, the roads become more and more visible without the added effort of shoveling the snow away. 

Felix spends the entirety of the winter season in Fraldarius territory. During autumn, his parents call upon him to return home and assist in the massive effort to ensure that all who live within their borders prepare for the oncoming harsh cold. Every day since his arrival, Felix is busy with chores and errands, a nonstop hustle from sunrise to sunset consisting of chopping firewood, hunting, smoking meats, pickling crops from the autumn harvest, and delivering supplies throughout the territory once all is prepared for each household in need. The tiring work only ceases once the blizzards begin and leave Felix trapped within the confines of the Fraldarius family’s home, an outdoor cat stuck indoors. 

Those blizzard days contain only nagging and pestering from his mother and father. They interrogate Felix about his time thus far at Garreg Mach, eager for gossip to share between themselves. Each time they start up with their questions, Felix absconds and hopes they will not find him, but he quickly realizes that there is nowhere to hide that his parents do not already know. He tries to bide his time and train but fails with nowhere in the manor to properly do so without accidentally knocking some collectible over. He receives quite the lecture when he breaks not one but two very ancient vases. 

So, when he gets word that he is to return to school, he is filled with a bittersweet sense of relief. On the one hand, he is desperate and eager to relieve himself of his parents’ constant pestering. On the other hand, he will be back under the watchful eye of the Monastery staff. At least the professors won’t pull him by the ear like his mother still does. With a bag filled with food and gifts to distribute to family friends, Felix saddles up on his horse and prepares for the trek back to Garreg Mach. He waves his parents goodbye and does not look back, amber gaze on the path forward back to school.

[jehannandancer]

Tethys was against this whole ordeal. They were wasting good food... but even if she tried to talk it out with the participants, they showed no signs of budging.

“Alright, if that’s how it’s going to be...” She looks at the pies on the floor, on the tables, on the floor... They were already wasted. If they were not going to listen to reason, then Tethys decides to fight fire with fire. Maybe if they got a taste of their own medicine, they’d stop. She grabs the already thrown pies and takes a page from her dearest baby brother. 

Let’s do this.

[ofsaintsnsins-blog]

Payment - [CLOSED]

      It happened often. Someone doing business with the Deadlock and couldn’t pay up in the end. Although Saint usually had his men break kneecaps instead of accepting a trade. This trade however, intrigued him, which was why he’d said yes to the entire thing in the first place. When Kit was first brought to him, Saint sat in his office, watching with a calculating eye that was enough to make anyone shrivel beneath it. When his men closed the door behind them as they left, the gunslinger continued to stare in an ominous silence for what most likely felt forever for the poor man in front of him. Grabbing for a cigarillo from a desk drawer and lighting it, he let it rest between his lips which were graced by a decently kept beard. After a deep inhale, Saint releases the smoke slowly, letting it waft up through the air in long, lazy curls. “Ya got a name, son?”

[entropic-by-fate]

=> Check Laptop

“ ...Goddamnit, June. “

[hazardoushaze-blog1]

Memories

The house seemed rather quiet, eerily quiet for once. Most were going about, doing daily tasks, or even spending time with others of the household. Though one of them had isolated himself once more.

A strew of papers littered the floor of the room with the door tightly closed, only an oil lamp on the desk barely illuminated the small space. It even did little to shed some light upon the many sketches that hung up on the wall, from the skeleton’s hands. But he sitting at the desk didn’t care, instead, busied himself with the various pencils and charcoals that he used for his work. It was enough to stir him from his sleep to, yet again, sketch out the dreams that radiated his thoughts. This time, however, it was a...fond memory..

Under his careful digits, he was sketching out every last detail of faces he recalled from his youth, those that he would of considered dear to his soul. And the memories of the Tavern were very fresh within his mind.

Of course, the all too familiar Lich was the first on the page, having been the one that imprinted upon the young monster the most. After all, he was the boy’s mentor and guardian. Many more faces seem to be drawn out, more faces that he knew were regulars at the Tavern. Who didn’t know of it? It was a safe haven, even in the desolate wastelands that were the Void. Many of them were just like Clemency Lost, Gasters who were thrown into the Void by means that couldn’t be prevented. Just like the boy was...which those memories of where he came from were still fleeting. It was when he started to sketch out a final face, that he paused.....

....What was the name of this one? He was a Gaster, of course, gentle and kind to the boy who, he encouraged with his studies, his art. But a name, he just couldn’t pinpoint. It actually left Hazard baffled even, that out of all those he cared for back then, this was the only one that escaped his mind. He eyed his work with the faded light of his good eye socket and even then, it was unfinished, like the memory itself was slipping away. And it only frustrated the skeleton further.

With a growl rising up his vertebrae, he crumbled up the page and tossed it about his room, hunching over his desk. His hands clasped over his skull as he was struggling, trying to remember the name of this specific one. An old friend...one he could barely remember.

Had he really forgotten such a dear friend...?

[viera-blessed]

@artemisxbow

It was a practice range, the grass was stomped on and there was chatter in the air. Targets were scattered in the distance. Far enough to practice but not far where you could no longer see them. 

There were many archers scattered on the field and some on the far left actually practicing javelin throws. Shara would love this place and would have a field-day trying to teach Ritz how to shoot properly.