#oc phillip

[meatsex]

work for my color theory class featuring my ocs

[sometimeswritingsometimesdying]

some partially colored doodles of ocs 

[and-other-savory-things]

Hi I got bored and wrote Phillip and Schmidt pt. 3

“throw them down a hole” okay thanks @calicoroserackham this one’s for you…

Phillip hated asking for help. It was a point of pride. A ‘he got himself into this mess, he could get himself out’ kind of thing. But he had to concede that, after 3 hours of struggling, he didn’t think he could get himself out of this one.

The phone rang three times before anyone picked up. “Hello?”

“Hey, Schmidt,” Phillip’s voice is tired. “You busy?”

“Phillip, if you are calling me while high again I will cut off your limbs.”

The teen choked out a laugh. “I wish. And that was one time, let it go, man.”

“No fucking chance, why the hell are you calling?”

“Look I…” Phillip sighed. “I need… your… help.”

He could hear Schmidt’s smug smile on the other end. “Hmm, sorry, what was that? Didn’t quite catch that.”

“Can we save the gloating until a-ahhh-” he gasped in pain as he jostled his leg. “-until after, please?”

“Are you hurt?” Schmidt asked, his tone changing immediately.

“… Yeah.” Phillip closed his eyes and leaned his head against the cool, damp concrete as he took stock again. “Broken leg. Definitely. Bruised ribs, but I don’t think they’re broken, and maybe a concussion? Also I’m…”

“You’re what? Where are you, I’ll come get you.” Already there were sounds of shuffling and the jangle of keys in the background.

“I’m… stuck.” Phillip winced. This was embarrassing. “In… a hole. The bottom of a sewer.”

“You remember you can fly, right?”

Phillip huffed frustration, getting worked up. “Yeah I fucking know that, Schmidt. They just- I- I need my hands to, to propel me and they put me in these- stupid, fucking- cuffs before they threw me down here, and I can’t do anything, I just-”

“Okay, kid. Calm down.” Schmidt’s voice was steady. “I’m coming to get you, don’t worry. Do you know where you are?”

“I… I think around the corner of Dundas and Huron…that’s where I was when Grey jumped me.” He could barely see the grate far above him, but he could picture the bubble tea place on the corner clearly.

“Right, I- Grey did this?” Schmidt asked in outrage, muttering something under his breath that Phillip thought was “fucking bastard”. He couldn’t agree more.

“Yeah, he’s a real asshole,” His laugh turned into another wet cough. “Hey, can you hurry up, I think I’m getting pneumonia,” he tried to joke.

“It’s November, and you’re probably wearing spandex, I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“It’s- it’s not spandex, okay-” Phillip sputtered.

“Alright, alright. I’ll be there in 10. Don’t pass out on me, okay?”

His lips quirked up into a relieved smile. “No promises.”

[and-other-savory-things]

Hey sorry I don't know your OCs but I'll ask slaughter, buried and desolation (my favourites, obviously ;) -S

Thank you so much for the ask!! I only have about 2 OCs actually written right now, so I’m gonna answer these about my baby Phillip.

⚰ the buried - when had your character felt the most trapped? How well do they handle confinement?

Phillip isn’t a very… careful superhero, and so after a few years on the job, he’s made a lot of enemies. He’s been captured a half dozen times, and he honestly finds it exhilarating.  Taunting his captors, coming up with a way to escape at just the right moment, relishing the look of outrage on their faces.

But if he’s actually cooped up somewhere with no way out, he goes batshit crazy. He was under house arrest for a bit when he was 19, for something that was “not my fault, c’mon guys, I’m the good guy here-” and he almost tore the house down. He can fly, and doesn’t handle being grounded very well.

🔪the slaughter - what’s the most violent thing your character has ever done? how did they feel about it? have they ever killed anyone? what would/does it take to get them to act violently, or take a life?

🔥 the desolation - what’s the most precious thing your character has ever lost?

(went on a little drabble here combining these two because I felt like being extra…)

Phillip doesn’t lose control very often. Normally, when he’s fighting the assortment of villains that kept cropping up in his city, he was cool, collected, and, he’ll admit, a pain in the ass. It was fun, driving them crazy, shooting a few fireballs out of his hands here and there. But sometimes he couldn’t help it.

He used to have an older brother. Damien. Still did, he supposed. It wasn’t like he died or anything. He just… left. Left Phillip alone with his shitty dad and messed up life and now this wannabe wimp-of-a-villain thought it was a good idea to bring that up in the middle of a fight he was clearly losing and Phillip was angry.

“‌I heard your brother left ya, didn’t he?” Phillip closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself. It didn’t matter what this weasel said. There were three people on the job he was stopping- Schmidt and Evans, who were often a pair, and weasel rat man that Phillip never put in the effort to learn the name of. He just needed to finish this and then he could go home and-

“Yeah, I used to know him. Damien, was it? The pushover used to join me on our little arson runs. I had a good time, and he was too much of a coward to say no. You must’ve been pretty horrible to make him decide to leave, I never thought he’d’ve had enough of a backbone to do anything on his own.”

Phillip looked up. His eyes glowed white, but all he saw was red.

The next thing he was aware of was smoke everywhere. The weasel was no where to be seen, but kneeling in the middle of a large circle of charred ground and debris was Schmidt. He was hunched over a prone figure lying in his arms. Evans. Unconscious, or-

Phillip took an unsteady step backwards. No. He never meant to…

Schmidt looked up at the young superhero, and the flash of terror in his eyes was burned into Phillip’s mind as he took off into the night.

[jingleboy]

i made a reference sheet of all the ocs i currently use the most......pls ask me shit about them theyre all losers 

pls dont point out that i spelled my own oc’s name wrong..............its spelled mathias

[jingleboy]

hey tumblr u like shitty edgy villain kids with tragic backstories right?? heres mine his name is phillip

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