#wrath oc

[aworldofhealers]

Here's the my TF2 crossover Dispatch Medic OC!

He is also a black coded character/oc! I really had fun making his design. They should add hooves on this game.

I would love to answer questions about him!

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[frogmonsters]

It’s my birth month now!

This drawing kinda got me out of my burnout a bit! It’s the avatar of wrath. I might do more sims, but I’m trying to just go with the flow of whatever I want to draw rn to not over exert myself. Also it’s Easter break! I’m freeeeeeeeee!

I remember seeing a LavenderTown design where they had, like, blood on their hands as a permanent marking like a tattoo. It was too cool and fitting to pass up. It’s also on other parts of their body, too. So yeah they aren’t actually covered in blood. They also have some gold jewelry as a bit of a take on the war aspect often thought of when wrath is brought up. There’s never rlly a good guy in war, just rich pricks who sent ppl to die so they get money. Wrath’s face is obscured by hands since ppl tend to act the most cruel when hidden and y’know, hands are usually used for violence. They also double as wings as well as weapons.

I drew a little hallo around the neck bc a lot of wrath, especially recently comes from a flimsy sense of Justice, when it’s rlly just an excuse to hurt people. Kinda gives fallen angel vibes. There’s a star on the chest since wrath also tends to hurt the person doing it as well. Oh and OMG I absolutely love demon designs with goat feet I think they look so cool when done well soI added that in. The spine’s showing bc it looks sick af. I’m pretty sure I just found Bone Appreciation Day by Will Wood and was having a blast when I added that in.

I rlly love the design, and hs sort of looks like he’s welcoming you into his embrace, asking you to give into him. I feel the highlights maybe a bit weird tho. Does anyone have tips on lighting?

I’m working on something cool, a yt video I hope (if I manage to finish it) about two OC’s I haven’t drawn in a while. I’m gonna change a few things abt those two goobers..

I’ve been trying to be more open abt my emotions with the ppl I’m close with so I’m feeling a bit better today (plus no school rlly helps)

Anyways, I think I’ll be seeing myself out! Bye, have a lovely day or night, and make sure to look out for each other and support each other in these hard times! ❤️ Byeeee!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

P.S. I got a variation where the color scheme is different bc I rlly liked it like this too :D

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Wrath

[writer-and-thrasher]

Fantasy High OC!

My first Dimension 20 OC is Ezra Quether!

The Basics:

Age - 14 (FH:S1)

Race - Half High-Elf, Half Drow

Class - Ranger

Subclass - Gloom Stalker Ok, folks! Ezra's backstory is a bit sad, and I did that intentionally. When I made my first D&D character, she was the very basic "my parents died and I lived on the street for forever" character. I think that is a great character to start with, don't get me wrong! But! It's also very popular, so I decided that with this OC, I'd ask the question: "What did you do on the streets for forever?"

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Ezra begins school the same day as the Bad Kids after a pretty rough summer. During the spring of her 8th grade year, just a few months before she was gonna start school at Mumple, there was a physical altercation with her abusive mom, and her mom died. She doesn't talk about it at all, to the point where only 3 people know what happened in that home: herself, her case manager, and the lead detective -- Sklonda Gukgak. To everyone else, she chooses to lie about what happened. Every time she's questioned, she gives a new, completely different fabrication.

After some investigation, it was concluded that Ezra acted in self-defense. Relieved, Ezra decided to go and live in the woods of Solace indefinitely, attempting to deal with her trauma alone as she had no father. It was during these heavy months that she received an acceptance letter to Aguefort Adventuring Academy. She made the decision to go back to Elmville, but didn't want to be in the foster system.

She managed to get a job at Krom's Diner, exchanging what would be her wage for free food and a place to trance in peace. Before school began, she typically worked long nights before waking up, prestidigitating herself clean, and picking up other shifts.

Now, she's beginning her first day of freshman year in a completely different place than she intended. She doesn't have any parents, she's not going to Mumple, and she's homeless. As she prepares for this new direction her life has taken, she considers whether or not it's worth it to try to start over when so much of her life feels out of her reach.

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I'm very excited to be writing the story I've been telling in my head! I hope you all like it!!! If you have questions about Ezra, please ask!

[an-agender-disaster]

Flash of Memories (Part 1 of ?)

Word Count- 1818

Characters- Wrath (Dark Side), Virgil, Patton, Logan, Roman, Deceit, Remus

Ships- (Past) Wrath x Virgil, Princiety, Logicality, Demus

Warnings- Physical and emotional abuse, chained-up character, Sympathetic Deceit and Remus

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    “Well, I suppose they never cared for you, did they?” Wrath laughs, pulling at the chains around Virgil’s wrists, “I mean, the ransom was small. Just another Dark Side for you! Is that really so hard?” Pulling a knife out, he examines the blade’s edge. “I guess they’ve replaced you.” Throwing out a fist, Wrath punches Virgil in the jaw, “That’s just how I want it.”

    Choking against the gag in his mouth, Virgil groans. Each day things only seem to get worse for him. At first, the chains were long enough so he could walk around most of the room, he had no gag, and he was bruise-free. Now, though, his arms are forced so high above his head he has to stand on the tips of his toes, a dirty gag is all but shoved into his mouth, and he has more bruises than there are stars in the sky.

    “You know, today is a very special day. Do you know what it is?” there is far too much joy in Wrath’s eyes for this to be anything good. “It’s December 19ᵗʰ! Your birthday-” Rummaging through his pocket, Wrath pulls something out, “-so I decided to get you a little gift to celebrate.” Holding it up to Virgil’s eyes, Wrath presents the gift. 

It was a picture of Virgil with all of the Light Sides, very soon after Thomas had dyed his hair purple. Patton had wrapped his arms around Virgil’s shoulders in a hug, probably forgetting that the camera was there. Logan’s arms were crossed and the camera flashed mid eye roll, but he still had an exasperated smile on his face. Standing just behind Virgil was Roman, his regular princely smile on his face, but unlike how it normally was, it seemed to carry up to his eyes. It was the first picture they had ever taken together.

“It really is cute,” Wrath innocently smiles, a shine in his eyes. “It’s a shame-” he grasps both of the edges and pulls, tearing it down the middle, “-that they don’t care for you.”

    Virgil chokes back sobs as his eyes water, tears threatening to tumble down his cheeks. Hollow eyes stare forward, both from him and Wrath. They need to seem as apathetic as possible, one only wanting the other to let him free as the other relishes in the feigned emotionlessness of his prey.

    “You know-” Wrath tilts up Virgil’s chin, with sharp nails digging into him, “-you could always come back to me.” Wrath begins to stroke Virgil’s cheek, more loving touch then Virgil has had in who knows how long. It was almost tender. “Remember when we were together? I think we were the perfect couple, always there, side-by-side, taking on the world.”

    Virgil remembers all too well. It had never been as bad as this, but that didn’t make it good. 

    “I just think you need a chance to think it through. To think all of this through.” Wrath releases Virgil, taking a few steps away. Virgil wishes he could still feel that warmth. Why is he wishing for him? “I mean, us Neutral Sides need to stick together, and it’s not like the others like you,” with a chuckle, he continues, “I mean, you literally have nothing to lose!”

    Virgil does the one thing he never thought he would do in that one desperate moment.

    He thinks it over. Weighs the pros and cons. It didn’t take long to remember that the cons far outweigh the pros. There was no way and no reason he should ever go back to that scumbag. He knows that! But somehow, someway, he feels, deep, deep down, in a dark corner of his heart, that he should. Wrath is right, nobody but him loves him, that was clear enough. 

    After a millisecond of hesitation, Virgil shakes his head sharply, still ashamed that he could think of going back to him. Wrath frowns, crossing his arms, “Fine, but I’m sure you will crawl back soon enou-”

    Bang, bang, bang!

    Both sides’ heads snap to attention, turning to the metal door. It wasn’t close, not by a long shot, but it was there. With a questioning look, Wrath walks up to the door, “Who could that…” his voice fades out as he opens the door, steps out, shuts, and locks it behind him, leaving Virgil in echoing silence. 

    It had to have been at least an hour until Virgil could hear a group of footsteps in the hallway outside the door. Muffled shouts pass through the heavily-locked door as the footsteps come to a stop. Virgil hears a lock click open, then another, then the last one. 

    The door comes open with a bang, far too loud after the endless void of quiet, although shallow and quick, breaths. Through the halo of light spilling over their shoulders and heads, Virgil sees all of the sides piled around Wrath, as if acting as guards. Well, it could have been guarding if the twins were not holding their weapons, posed to strike Wrath down. 

    Patton openly sobs after seeing Virgil, running close to cup his cheeks, only hesitating when Virgil cowers away. Pulling his hands back slightly, tears begin to flow more freely as his face contorts in anguish. Logan steps closer, slowly as to not startle the already very startled Virgil any further. Pulling out a key ring, the same one Virgil has seen with Wrath all too many times, Logan begins to attempt to find the right key to release Virgil from the chains, aching to reach out and pull the side into a tight embrace and never go. Roman’s face seems to soften at the sight of his love so battered and bruised, yet the grip of his sword only grows stronger. His knuckles are white as he fights against the urge to punch Wrath square in the face and instead keeping a calm composure.

    The Dark Sides, however, looked ready for murder. Remus has a tight hold on Wrath’s shirt’s collar as he uses his other hand to keep the handle of his morning star at the side’s neck. A dark fire burns in his eyes, looking ready to be set loose on the nearest thing, which just so happens to be Wrath, unfortunately for the orange side. Deceit, while his partner bares the rage-filled expression of a murderer faced with his worst enemy, is more like a calm, cool, and calculated hitman. He holds his head high, more like he is faced with a minor annoyance, up until he sees Virgil. With a sharp breath in, he drops his composure and rushes to his friend’s side, and, noticing how Patton stayed back, complies as well, waiting for Logan to be finished with the locks.

    As Logan works at unbolting the double-locked cuffs, he scans the other side’s body. His jacket’s sleeves had slid down his thinner-then-before frame, now laying cuffed around his elbows, exposing a collection of bruises across his arms. Logan shudders as he thinks about how many more there could be. As his eyes trail upwards until they reach the next anomaly.

    A gag. If Logan was one for crying, then he would have begun long ago, but this would be a prime time for him to begin sobbing. “Patton,” his voice shakes, but only slightly, as he hands over the keys, “Please, hold these for me.” As Patton takes the keys Logan steps forward keeping his eyes on Virgil the whole time, and Virgil the same. Logan slowly and deliberately moves his hand up to grip the gag and then, after one last mournful look at Virgil, gently pulls it out. 

    Virgil sighs in relief, finally able to close his mouth again. Although his breathing is still far too shallow and he is still chained to the wall and forced to balance on the tips of his toes, Virgil feels a slight sense of relief. It’s over.

    While Logan disposes of the gag, Patton begins sorting through the keys, testing out each one on the last lock on Virgil’s right wrist. When he finally finds it, he sighs in relief and unlocks the manacle. Without the support, Virgil falls to the side with one arm still held in the air by the other wrist. Deceit moves to help hold him up as Patton scrambles to find the next two keys.

    “Oh, kiddo, I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have done that. I-”

    “Pat,” Virgil rasps out, voice almost gone after so long without use, “it’s okay.”

    Patton nods as tears streak down his face. He then starts the process all over again on the left hand. He was able to unlock one of the two cuffs when Logan reentered, fiddling with the end of his tie. He hesitates in the doorway as Wrath glares at him, so Remus continues to hold him as Roman escorts Logan around the seething side. Logan wraps an arm around the prince, both in need of comfort and seeking it out. It was small and hesitant, but even so it was enough.

    But not enough in the way they thought.

    With a slew of swears, Remus falls to the floor, his skull cracking against the cold stone. Yanking the morning star out of the side’s hands, Wrath swings at Roman’s stomach leaving him against the wall, winded. Logan, of course, was pulled down with him, having had his arm around the fallen side. With a twisted grin, Wrath looks at the only three sides left that could fight back, Patton, Deceit, and Virgil, although one would be unable to do the one anything, really.

    “Well, I will admit, you all might have taken me by surprise for a second there-” he growls, “-but I never give up on what I want.”

    Patton shakes his head, standing right in front of the other two, “I won’t let you hurt them.”

    With a laugh, Wrath pushes the fatherly figure aside, right into the wall, “Not a good attempt, but love the effort!” He stalks up to the two sides left standing, or standing and being held, like a wolf surrounding a bloodied rabbit. Deceit isn’t a threat, no matter how much he tries to act like one. It was always a facade he put around himself. Wrath was only here for Virgil.

    “You know, it’s pretty smart to call in your friends to stop me-”

    “I didn’t d-”

    “-but I refuse to be defeated by you.” tossing aside the morning star, Wrath reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a knife, “And if I have to lose you to ensure you can’t be with anybody else-” he raises the knife high above Virgil’s chest as he tries to squirm away. Deceit pulls the side close to his chest, like a mother protecting her child, “-then so be it!”

    The knife meets its mark, and all turns to black.

[writer-and-thrasher]

Time for my OCs!

Hey, all! I've spent some time developing my OCs for Dimension 20, and I'm excited to introduce them to the world and begin publishing fic about them! Before I do, I have a few things I wanna say to explain some stuff about how I plan on keeping everything together so that you can easily read and follow all of it!

Firstly, all of my posts about my OCs will be tagged as #wrath oc and any fic will also be tagged as #wrath fic (and any other tags that I think will be relevant that I'm not thinking of now), hence my name writer-and-thrasher. If anyone likes my stuff enough to reblog it, I wanna ask that you use my tags so that I can see it easily! I would be very excited to see anything you add (or just that you're enjoying it!)!

Secondly, I'll be giving the intro for my OCs as the first post for each of them with a specific tag with what they're from (something like #wrath oc fantasy high). I'll have character art, where I got the idea from, and some basic background. All of the fic with that character will also have the specific tag.

Finally, I'll be posting on here and on AO3, so please head over to both if you really are enjoying and let me know! I'll be sure to include the AO3 link in my posts, so people who prefer that will have access. I'm not sure how to group them on Tumblr, so the tags and the AO3 link will probably be the most helpful.

I'm really excited about these characters and these fics I've been writing, and I hope you are too!

[finalsingularityva]

Benjamin will tell you “I’m not fucking cute!” Then look like this five seconds later:

Heh, little lying shit! -Henry