#tgs oc

[waywardscientiest]

I drew this and I forgot it is May. Whatever..

Mer-May TGS

Fishy boi

Hyde needs love too

Extra:

Maebell wants no part in this

[yourfavouritefighter]

drew my pal @leonenjoyer69’s oc mind jekyll!!!

oh yeah flats under cut btw

[jekylls-crippling-depression]

Been working on this since two days ago✨

I love them so much you have no idea...

Elias Wright, Mind Jekyll, Henry Kell, as well as Siblings AU all belonged to @leonenjoyer69 !!!

Ever since I read throughout the long ramble of this AU, I immediately fell in love with it and instantly attached on how different the life they have here compared to their original counterparts <3

I spedran this while also homeworking on univ project so me making an animatic of Univ Wright and Kell was just a pure coincidence LMAOOOOSBEJDMSDB

[squid-ink-on-toast]

Ive been stressed lately so here’s my self indulgent bullshit

[mik-ml]

Jekyll and his "father" art

close ups

I like drawing on paint, it gives it a way different vibe and I fucking love it.

also I wanna start making a blog or sm similar for each au in case some one wants to see everything of the au. do y'all have an idea of how I could make that?

[leonenjoyer69]

Lalala TGS Lodger OC shipping brainrot with Lovell Roser and @arsieu 's guy Vasily Kirillov <333 these two have completely consumed me and they're so canon and in love, trust

Posting this specifically for the oneshot I'm gonna upload a bit later about them 😋 I need them exploded,,,,

Also bonus drawing of Vasily bc HE'S MY HUSBAND REAL AND TRUE, I LOVE HIM SM I'M HIS #1 FAN, IN TGS AND CYBERPUNK FORM‼️‼️‼️

The Medicinal Necrobotanist and the Weaponry Biomechanic,,,, they make me unwell (ALSO ILY ARSIE‼️‼️YOU'RE AMAZING /P)

[adhd-fandom-and-gay]

FINALLYYYY BACK TO MAKING TGS TEXTPOSTS BECAUSE FRIEND'S @squid-ink-on-toast OC CAELUS FUCKING INVIGORATED ME. AND I HAVE STORAGE SPACE ON MY PHONE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVER >:D

(I am legit so glad Inky started making Caelus more public because now i have everyone else in the world to be ill about her with. On that note: Caelus info post here and Inky tags other posts about Caelus on her blog so more info is to be found there! :3)

Will post more TGS textposts later but for now! Throws these at you

Also, obligatory @inkyrainstorms tag—wait hold on i just realized. Two Inkys. Okay so IRS, do you remember that one time where i told you i call you IRS inecause someone else had the name Inky? Yea that's Inky.

Actually i have no idea if you two already know eachother or not but if not; Inky, meet Inky.

(Yes i know Pennebrygg is too busy to experiment on Caelus in lore but. Still.)

(yes i am still going to make that post about Creature being girlhood-coded but that got too vulnerable and caused an episode last night so that's for later ^-^)

Anyhow, will get back to making TGS textposts since i did kind of go on a slump until now <3

[worldbeyondtheworld]

I created a TGS monster concept! They're called Bruit (both singular and plural), based on the fear of being watched and judged constantly by people both noticed and not. Bruit is one of the French words for "noise" and can also mean "rumours", and when it entered the English language, it was also used to mean "report; rumour".

Bruit are simple wood-and-cloth mannequins, faceless, dressed in clothes and wigs to denote various London social groups as they walk in a strange dream-like world. They're not alive; they are more like fears and ideas given shape.

But beware!

They might not have faces or ears, but they still sense their surroundings! And they can talk! Oh dear, they never stop talking.

So gossip travels fast among them. Care needs to be taken to be discreet with any kind of information around any Bruit.

(Yes, their name is a pun.)

At worst, they might cry out in alarm, attracting other Bruit, who create more noise, which draws in even more of them. You can quickly find yourself followed or even surrounded by a dangerous mob.

Here's a short excerpt I wrote about them:

Wherever he could see from their hiding place, faceless mannequins filled the plaza. The Bruit did move, but most did so at a small pace or around a spot as if rooted. Tightly packed in small clusters under the streetlamps which lights barely illuminated the haze, or gathered in congregations in front of podiums. They collectively turned their heads to follow any individual who passed by at a brisker pace, before they went back to gossiping when the offender was too far away to be still watched.