#ocsoap

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Oc ; Soap

[widdersuds]

Chimney

"Chimney, for all of his sardonic humor, was definitely dangerous. He looked like the type of guy you’d see at a 24 hour diner or a dive bar, the type of guy who has a story, but you’re too afraid to ask because of the bloody knuckles and the expression of weary contempt he has for everything around him…the kind of guy who looks like he lives off of fast food, coffee, and cheap liquor. He looked like what would happen if old abandoned factories, rusted metal, and underground fight clubs got condensed into a single man. Pale with a stony tinge, scruff like he had a permanent 5 o’clock shadow, messy faux hawk like he just rolled out of bed. His features were long and thin, like his face was a hatchet blade propelling him forward through everything. He seemed familiar and yet so very wrong somehow. Like Marc was looking through a smudged mirror at a reflection that was his and yet not. Every time he exhaled, it looked like a cursed and blacked soul was trying to escape his lips. His eyes were black, with silvery grey irises, deep set into his gaunt face. He looked exhausted, heavy bags and dark circles giving away his tiredness. And then there was the stomach-mouth, gibbering and grumbling with yellowed predatory teeth and black sticky ichor drooling from it." - "Unlikely Heroes" Red musk, black coffee, graveyard dirt, tobacco, and smoked patchouli. 4 oz, red and black blended soap. 

Chimney belongs to @irdeadite, art created by her and used with permission. You can read up about them both at: irdeadite.tumblr.com

[widdersuds]

"But now you've hidden away, to gain your strength Deep in a cave, your power is regained And your legacy has spread to the deepest of the sea The one that brought his vengeance, that fights for his beliefs He can swim through matter, he has poisoned teeth His tentacles have murdered, his scream can kill the weak ... The master of the art of murder, mermaids weep the blackened tears" Dethklok, Murmaider II: The Water God Black musk, deep ocean water, and the faint hint of men's cologne. Cerulean blue. Dark belongs to @bunny-virus Art made by her and used with permission.

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Dracul

"His appearance stunned her momentarily and she took a minute to take him in. He was absolutely enormous, edging close to 7 feet tall and solidly built, each of his biceps easily larger than her head. He was wearing a black shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a rather fetching black velvet vest, a tie, and black pants. His skin was lightly tanned, and his dark hair had been carefully sculpted into a fauxhawk. He had piercings, 4 in each ear, two in his right brow, and a labret that peeked out of the well-groomed hair on his chin. With his neat appearance and angular features he was quite attractive, but what really grabbed her attention were his eyes. They were a rich amber color, radiating warmth and gentleness, equal parts kindly and sad. They conveyed a long history, a sort of agelessness that she had not witnessed before. She felt comforted just by looking into them like she was dipping into a warm bath, a faint tingle began at the base of her spine, and her shoulders began to relax. He gave her a welcoming smile, and in a deep rumbling voice that had the faintest ghost of an accent, he spoke, “Hello, what can I get for you?” "

Leather, cinnamon, dragons blood, saffron, and warm amber. Wine red with a bit of gold mica.

The cinnamon dragon known as Dracul belongs to @bunny-virus. Art also made by her and used with permission, you can find out more about them both at bunny-virus.tumblr.com

[widdersuds]

Nocturne

"Nocturne was a pale ghostly white, almost as pale as Iblis, with raven black hair on his head, along with a fair coating of it on his arms and chest. In contrast to Chimney's gaunt and wiry musculature, he was buff and heavy. His skin was cool to the touch, one would think of him as being newly dead, but his scent and the fact that Iblis could hear his faint heartbeat had made it clear he was still alive, even if it was just barely. And even now, the faint light of the house, his burning blue irises stood out clearly against his black sclera, casting deeper shadows onto his face. He was hard marble and black metal. Burning ice and the most bitter of hell's winds made flesh." -Unlikely Heroes Mint, vanilla oak, black musk, and sandalwood. Deep blue and black swirled. 4 oz. Nocturne belongs to @bunny-virus, you can read about her and her other ocs at bunny-virus.tumblr.com  Art created by her and used with permission