#oc: keep

[clownpuppetry]

"I know what it's like, to lose what's most important to you"

"That's why I want to save others from that fate"

[cattestrophic]

I had art trade brainrot a few months back and traded for a bunch of characters on Toyhouse! I got this guy from SourTassieTiger on TH/DA and finally got around to drawing them myself!!

[ghoulcountry]

OHHHHHH BIRD TIME

forever ago @monstarparker and I made a whole species of bird.. monster... things. i love them. they're called Ollphéan (ol-fay-ahn).

originally we were planning on a deviantart rp group for them but deviantart was at the height of its cringefail era that it seems to have still not recovered from rip.,,, so instead i made them a neocities page!! some stuff's a little broken and it hasn't been updated in a bit bc we simply cannot commit to a project, but i'll spare y'all PARAGRAPHS of bird info and simply say u can find out more about the species thru the link lmao

as for the art itself, the first one is my boyo Vareck! he's primarily a cinereous vulture with a couple other smaller brown birds randomly thrown into his gene pool up the line. he's one of the bigger birds, somewhere in the 16-18 feet range, and he's just kind of a simple, lazy guy. he wants a pet to spoil, a nest to crash in, and the occasional small animal to crunch is that so much to ask.

the other 2 are magpies, n brothers, n parker n i share custody of them heheh. they're kinda like the main NPCs of this world? their names are Shop and Keep and they're. the shopkeepers. lmao. they work the birds' main trading center in the ruins of a bombed out, overgrown city. they have shady pawn shop vibes to themselves and their store but for the most part they take fairness very seriously. their shop is called the Nuthole bc uh,, nuts n berries make up the majority of Ollphéan valuables and their store is. a hole. in a building. with stuff in it.

[magicflower]

A heart’s a heavy burden. 

They don’t remember much from before. All they remember is waking up suddenly and the sound of someone running away. 

When Keep slowly regained consciousness, they immediately noticed the small form hidden behind a near tree, the messy hair, the dirty cloak, the frightened expression which was somewhat hidden behind the aforementioned hairstyle. They were confused, slowly, they pushed themself to their feet and watched as the figure only grew smaller as they desperately tried to hide behind the tree even more.

A feeling of self consciousness was there. But they pushed it down. 

“Y-y-y-y-you are...” A soft, shaky voice called out. “Y-y-y-you a-a-are.. a-are..” 

King slowly forced themself out from their hiding spot, pointing a shaky finger at the other who still stood in their own confusion. They wanted to ask, “Who are you?” but clearly the smaller one had other plans.

“Y-y-y-you are my lackey!” 

Wait, what.

“I-I-I mean.. y-you are.. a-are my..” The small God couldn’t help but feel absolutely ridiculous as they forgot the word they wanted to use. Obviously distraught, tears began to form in King’s eyes as they crouched down to curl up into a small ball. “I-I-I-I don’t r-remember the word! A-Absinthe was right, I-I am s-stupid..” 

Keep jolted at the scene, slowly making their way over to King and kneeling down in front of them as the small God berated themself for not remembering the word. Hesitantly, they placed a hand atop their head, gently ruffling messy locks. 

“It’s.. alright.” They said softly, “Calm down.” 

After a few minutes of hearing quiet sniffling coming from King, they slowly came to a stop and lifted their head up. Their bangs had moved away from their face, and Keep could see cloudy blue eyes with tears in the corners of them. 

“Do you want to try again? What am I?” 

King blinked, sniffling a bit as they furrowed their brows and tried to remember the word.. Their memory wasn’t very good, but they at least had to try.

“Y-y-you...” They said softly, in the same shaky tone as before. “Y-y-you are my keeper.” 

Keep blinked, before nodding their head.

“I see.” 

“K-K-Keep, you h-have to be more c-careful..!” King said, using magic to heal their broken arm. “I-I told you A-Absinthe is a mean God!” 

Keep stayed quiet, feeling guilty they had to let King find them with a broken arm and cry about it for what felt like a decade. The small God was fragile, it was clear that was also Absinthe’s doing. King was fragile, and the many rumours of them being “unstable” left a bad taste in their mouth. 

King was just too young. Barely over a thousand years old.

Feeling the magic surrounding their arm soon disappear, they turned to face King who only sat there with a sad expression. 

Ahh.. if they keep making that face, I’ll feel even more guilty. 

Though not showing it visually, Keep was distressed, eventually they reached to put a hand on the back of King’s head and pull them close, making the God fall against them which left them too surprised to react.

“I’ll be fine, okay?” Keep said, patting their head. “Absinthe is an idiot, and this injury isn’t that bad.” 

They could feel the God begin to shake, most likely close to crying again. Feeling hands grab onto the fabric of their clothing, they were obviously stuck with King latched onto them. (not that they would complain)

Stroking messy black locks, they listened to the muffled, quiet complaining that came from King. Keep only leaned their head against King’s, murmuring soft apologies and reassuring words, hoping they would calm down the God. 

“K-Keep..” King soon said softly after they had calmed down, fidgeting while they did so. “Y-y-you are.. not only my keeper.” 

They paused, feeling a sudden pang of worry. But that was soon washed away as the tense atmosphere was replaced with relief as King pushed themself up at had a small smile on their face.

“Y-y-you are also m-my f-friend.”