#spnoc

[eveyyanna]

Some WIP's of my spn oc, Dianna Colt:3 (the abs look weird so I'm tweaking it a bit to make it look less weird??)

[absent-kodiak]

NONE OF YOU BITCHES GETS DEAX LIKE I DO💔💔💔

No bc they’re so toxic and Alex is just made of flaws… He’s lwky a narcissist and needs attention bc he was so deprived of it as a teenager. He hates it when people don’t focus on him. He hates that he gets upset about it. He knows he’s doing this. He feels guilty about it. He knows he lashes out when someone else becomes more important than him especially when it comes to people he loves. “Why not me? It’s never me!” Then like proceeds to isolate himself because he literally just has no clue what to do about what he feels and why he feels that way. Then he feels guilty about what he did. He hates that he is wired that way and he doesn’t know how to overcome it. It’s all he knows.

THATS WHY… He is horrified of letting himself love Dean. Dean is trying to get Alex to see that he cares yet Alex feels guilty.. He thinks Dean is ‘loving’ him out of pity. He thinks he’s being ‘loved’ because he’s a pathetic sack of shit that aches for that kind of love and attention so that’s why Dean provides it for him, but refuses to let himself have it because he thinks he doesn’t deserve it. So then he thinks, “Why me? Why am I worthy of this?” He’s so fucked up in the head. Y’all dont know…

No matter what Alex is ALWAYS pushing Dean away.. but suddenly he holds him close when he’s breaking down crying, saying he’s tired, he cant take it anymore. Saying all of this negative stuff about himself because, first and foremost, Alex hates himself more than he loves anything. He cant allow himself to love anything because he doesn’t love himself first. He hates he aches for attention and gets mad when he doesn’t get it. He hates feeling the heavy weight of guilt on his chest as someone shows him the slightest bit of affection. He hates all of it. YET THROUGH EVERYTHING HE CANT HELP THIS SICK FEELING IN HIS CHEST THAT LOVES DEAN. HE HATES IT. He hates that he cant help but love him despite his entire being going against him. That’s why he sticks around so that maybe he’ll open up enough to let Dean help him. YET, his anxiety CONSTANTLY prevails. It never happens. He is always, ALWAYS too scared to confront anything.

sorry for the rant they are the only thing on my brain atm…

[southparkthenewkids]

(This question can be for everyone, but I really wanna direct it towards Oliver for an art piece of him I'm working on! :D ) What is your favorite type of day and/or night? Does a certain time help you relax, give you motivation, etc?

sorry if i was too late to answer this :b

(also sorry for sudden style change, i started using procreate!!)

[farfallasunicas]

So I know where to focus my brain creativity which oc would you rather me write?

1. Madalyn Jaymes Winchester

fandom: Supernatural

2. Aida Rain Anderson

fandom glee

3. Marvel/Twilight Crossover

4. Older Madalyn

fandom supernatural

5.Orginal Story with Orginal characters

6. create a whole nother oc ( give ideas please)

tagging people who I think read my writing

@thimbletea @raging-violets @randomestfandoms-ocs @hoqwaarts @jarvis-is-my-copilot @1lilspark

@hughstheforcelou @eddysocs @witchofinterest @annibunnysworld @askjbuckybarnes @tenaciousarcadeexpert @ocfairygodmother

[krissys-art]

Day two: Earth/Beaten

The art 3 things; 1. rushed bc im tired, 2. I forgot to do the beaten part in the art so it’s more in the oneshot (below the cut), and 3. not the thing I’m most proud of

but here it is.

Oneshot warnings: S15 spoilers, kinda

Ace Shurley was the son of Chuck. Well, kinda. Chuck found the kid in the streets when he was young and took him in. So Ace calls him dad and Chuck calls him son or other variations. He wasn’t his biological child at all. So his life wasn’t that pretty in his younger days, before he was taken in by the writer. 

    --

    When Ace heard about the plan to kill his father he was outraged. He knew his father was technically god but that didn’t matter to him, only the memories with him mattered. So that’s what he fought for when he tried to convince the Winchesters to not kill him. Though it soon turned into a physical fight. After Sam and Dean managed to pull Castiel off of Ace, the male was quick to leave and go back home. Tears swelling up in his eyes on the way back. He didn’t want his father to be killed, again. 

    Walking into the house, Ace saw some mini globes floating, one had the water taking over the land and the other had the land freezing over. 

    “Weird.” Ace thought aloud and walked in the main room, seeing Chuck and more globes around him. 

    “Uh, whatcha doing Dad?” Ace asked as Chuck turned and looked at him, giving him a smile that just screamed ‘I’m sorry that I’m doing this’. Dread started building in Ace’s stomach. 

    “I’m getting ready to do a big thing. The other worlds have to go before though, they aren't of any use. Now, what happened to you?” Chuck asked as Ace started thinking of what the plan could be. 

    “Uh, I went to the Winchesters and I got in a fight with Castiel. What’s this big thing?” Ace asked, just a curious person and always asked questions. 

    “The brothers are planning on killing me. I told them to give it up, though they didn’t listen. So I opened the doors of every path of monsters. The empty, Hell, Purgatory, everything is back and the Winchesters are going to have to fight them. While they do that, this world won’t be a thing. You can come with me, you are much better than my angel children. I could make you into an angel so that you don’t have to deal with the human needs.” Chuck spoke as Ace went wide eyed, backing up slightly, his brain clicking all the pieces together. 

    “No, I-I would rather die. Then- then go to a new world with you. Castiel was right.” Ace said as he stumbled a bit, planning to go hide in his room. Chuck frowned. 

    “Ace, Castiel has rebelled and destroyed Heaven, he is not to be trusted at all.” Chuck spoke, taking a step closer to Ace. As he did, the globes moved with him. The frightened male was quick to run upstairs and go to his room. Going behind his dresser as that’s what his mind told him to do. Hide. 

    After a few minutes, he heard his door open along with footsteps. 

    “Ace, I don’t want to hurt you, please come out.” Chuck’s voice rang through the room, Ace put his hand over his mouth to prevent a sob from coming out. 

    He was scared. Vulnerable. Soft. Weak. He felt awful. 

    He was Beaten. 

[philicheesecake]

I just love doing these size thingies, so here’s two of my characters to scale; Eli and Rhyka. If they were to scale by how big jerks they were, this would be accurate.

[kingspadille]

Supernatural OCS in our Lord's 2021?! More likely than you think!

I've been rewatching the show and had an ITCH to make myself OCS since I'm.a dirty sinner! Meet Abel Winchester and Chamuel!

:readmore:

Abel Winchester is Dean Winchester's son, he was born around the time the apocalypse started, Dean was never informed and his birth mother dropped him into foster care. He's AFAB (assigned female at birth) and has had top surgery as well as a Hysto!

He's a hot headed guy who hates being called short, his entire life surrounds him intense love for baseball and his inability to make it "big" do to his height and lack of connections in the industry. That doesn't stop him from using this to his advantage.

Abels weapon of choice is a baseball bat that's been scrubbed with rock salt, dipped in dead man's blood, tossed with holy water, iron spikes hammered into it and symbols of all types to prevent demons and angels alike from using it. Abels small frame and stature makes it easy for him to avoid being hit/stabbed easily. He's cocky, hot headed and has an intense love for indie and rock music of all types.

Chamuel is the archangel of love and war,

He was put on Earth as part of God's will to understand and connect with humans. He has the ability to take others emotions temporarily and place them on himself, he also can make just about anyone fall in love! Due to this for years he tried to help people only to become worn out and overwhelmed by the amount of emotions most people possessed.

Cham ended up hiding away in a small apartment by himself, becoming antisocial and depressed. He was dragged from his small safe space when Abels destiny truely starts. He hates violence and tries to find other ways around it but in the end he rapidly finds the "war" part of his abilities are stronger than anything he could have imagined.

[krissys-art]

So this is my first day for my mix between Suptober20 and Goretober

Each picture will have a little drabble/one shot to go with each drawing to help with expanding my supernatural ocs so yeah, one shot below the cut. Warning; I’m not good at writing and I wrote this at 2 am while kinda out of it from a cold

Max was dreading this day. The day where he had to go back to hunting. The day he had to leave his boyfriend and his son. Though they were put in danger, so Max couldn’t just sit back and watch. He had to use the skills he has. 

    Getting in his old ‘65 Lincoln continental that he has custom equipped for hunting, he drove to his storage unit that he moved everything to. He didn’t want to just throw it away, as he was a paranoid bastard who didn’t like the thought of not being prepared. So he moved it all to a storage unit and rigged it to be demon proof. 

    Over the years of being with his boyfriend and his son, he often checked the unit once a month just to make sure everything was still there. A few times he has run into demons on the way or angels have shown up looking for Castiel. He used his guns and exorcised demons when that happened. Sending angels back as well. So now the concrete has blood stains, reminding Max of everything that has happened. Making sure that Max knows he can never escape this life. 

    Once he got to the storage unit, he opened it and got hit with the smell of old books, metal, old blood, and musty wood. The room dimly lit from the dying light added to the atmosphere. Letting out a sigh, Max just stood in the entrance and looked around. 

    “I’m home guys.” Max said before grinning, putting his stuff back together. 

    He was on the road again. Going back to his true life.