#inhuman oc

[azutarthebest]

Phobos is ready for ArtFight 2026 muahahaha!

Phobos had another redesign because I simply wanted them to look less and less human :D

[wuhuha]

Character reference sheets for my Inhuman OC; Scorch.

Yes I have made an Inhuman Oc but funnily enough never an mutant/X-men one. And then Marvel killed all the Inhumans in the comics cause the MCU got the X-men filming rights back. Hoooray.

I'm not joking in 616 they are technically all dead.

[soafdoaf]

Hey brotatos it’s been a while 💔 here’s some drawings of my ocs because I forgot that I made them and therefore to post them as well

I really don’t post my art as much as I should but the main reason is because lately I’ve been solely interested in sketching designs for my hazbin hotel au which I don’t really post about because I haven’t got much figured out besides a couple designs and some small world building details. Would y’all be like. Interested in seeing my hazbin hotel sketches though??????????

I usually don’t post them because there’s a 99% chance of me being like “actually I hate this” and then completely reworking their design and i don’t want people to be like “why’d you change it ): I liked it before”. I also just generally worry about catching flack for showing interest in the concept of a show as infamous as hazbin already.

Idk I just figured I’d ask ¯\_(°_o)_/¯ don’t imagine this post will get more than 2 notes anyway but better safe than sorry or something

[basementdwellerinthestars]

I love making monster concepts cause like

Look at this freak! Hot! Sexy! Many many wings! <3 <3 <3

[bazilikxd]

Базилик икс ди

🐠

[tokensleeper]

The years long overwhelming urge to make inhuman oc after inhuman oc, after inhuman oc, after inhuman oc.

Nagas, centaurs, harpies, vampires, mer-creatures, the list goes on and on.

[asterismamor]

[ wrist ] —a tender kiss on the inside of the partner's wrist

For precious bunbun Alessio 164?

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ earth 164 alessio agresta , ask game

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍡 ꒱ corrupt god x reader, sorcerer x reader ⊹ ۪ ࣪

“you are mine.”

it is such a firm statement, yet spoken with such tenderness. similar to the chimes of the gentle breeze brushing through the gold chains and emerald jewels extending from dark horns. a clawed hand is found in yours while a strong arm loops itself around your waist.

alessio dances with you amidst the trees that have seen millennia and the darkness of the forest. his green robes brushing against the floor just as they do your body pressed against his.

“every ounce of you — it is mine to cherish,” he leans over his towering form so that his forehead finds yours, the diamond-shaped jewel upon his skin now flushed against yours.

the emerald glow of his relaxed eyes bore into your gaze. his expression that of certainty, yet sincerity all the same.

“so give me your all and allow me to hold within my palms. mind, heart, body. . .”

his black nails slip to wrap around your wrist delicately and bring it to his dark lips, eye contact ever the same —

“soul,”

— as he presses a long kiss to your inner wrist, lingering even as he dips your body in the final sway.

“with the forest as our witness. be mine, and mine, and mine for all eternity.”

[ash-isnt-writing]

It was always the same for Vanté.

Just when he finally had solid plans, someone would run off, get themselves killed, then we was expected to revive them, the only thanks he got being lying unconscious for two years for everyone else but him to be happy with themselves.

It was torture higher than a physical level. It was torture that made him feel like he was repeating everything. Every day, every month, every year.

All he was, at this point, was a puppet. A tool. And he knew they always meant well, they just wanted their loved ones back and he had no reason to be selfish, but he was just so.. sick, and tired.

Having to do this repeatedly took so much out of him. He was at the peak of his music career and he was dragged back down to revive another reckless idiot.

He just wanted to be appreciated for who he was, for his feats and his highs, for how much work and effort and care he’d put into trying to live some semblance of a normal life.

But he was just a tool, or an attraction. He would never be valued as human, even if it wasn’t intentional. Because he was different. No matter how normal he tried to be, no matter how much he tweaked and adjusted his appearance, he’d never be taken at surface value as human. Even if the person didn’t mean to, it was subconscious. He’d never be seen as human, because he wasn’t human.

He was snapped out of his thoughts from a call from Maddie. She hadn’t called since Rayan went missing, so he had no doubt it was for the exact thing he was just thinking about how much he hated. He’d have to go revive another person.

He sighed. Maybe another rampage would do him some good. That was his main thought as he picked up the phone and answered. Maybe then, people would show him the respect he’d been working so hard to get.