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faerune · 8 months

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Severin Silrajin oft bragged that his daughter was a gift from Tiamat herself but in truth Malaven (a draconic name meaning little beast) was one of the few children who survived the Cult of the Dragon's cruel experiments under Severin's leadership.

#baldur's gate #tav #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #vgedit #MY SPECIAL LITTLE GIRL #she's going to get picked up and thrown over karlach's shoulder like she deserve3s #oc: mal #also dont @ me that's not real draconic i just dont care #mine*#gif*

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maelstrom007 · 9 months

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I've got the @ghouljams Fae!au brainrot, and I needed to write more about my OC Mal. This time, featuring ghoul's OC Love, and Fae!Ghost. Thank you so much for letting me borrow them! I hope I do them justice, and they're not too out of character. While it's implied that Mal already knows Witch (I think their friendship started well before this) I thought this was an interesting way to bring Mal into the darlings and 141's sphere of influence.

I hope you enjoy!

Mal stood at the far wall of their crafting space, studying their old leather bound notebook. It was an account of every project they’d ever undertaken here at the shop, filled to the brim with notes. Currently, it was open to the last commission on their list for this quarter, someone wanting a garment that would fill them with confidence after a particularly difficult time in their life. Before them stood several cones of yellow and orange cotton that they had dyed with this intention in mind. Now to decide what it would become. Mal closed their eyes, imagining the customer in their head, how their shoulders had hunched and neck sunk involuntarily. They needed something to straighten up, bring some height back into their frame. A jacket would do them nice.

Mal took the cones to their warping board, a square frame with pegs hanging on the wall, and readied the yarn. Before they began Mal closed their eyes once again, taking deep breaths and pressing their bare feet firmly into the floor as they grounded themselves. Once they were settled, they imagined in their mind what their customer would look like in this new jacket. How their face would be full of warmth and joy, how much taller they would stand, the swagger and spring in their step as they walked. Mal let the feeling wash over them, filling themselves up with the giddy confidence. Full of energy, Mal began the warping process, tying an orange yarn to one peg and wrapping it around sequential pegs until it was as long as their fabric needed to be, then doubling back and following that same path back.

Maintaining this confident headspace Mal continued on, occasionally switching between colors to create a shimmering ombre across the warp. This warp will act as the vertical threads when they weave the fabric later on tonight. Already they could see the gentle halo radiating off of the threads as the intent gets buried deeper and deeper. By the end it’ll be radiant like the sun.

The slight jostle of someone attempting to open the front door made Mal accidentally skip a peg, breaking them out of their concentration. Immediately the halo of the current length they were working on dimmed, forcing them to backtrack and do their best to bring themselves back into the confident headspace. They didn’t really care if someone was at the door, there was no reason for anyone to be there and thus no reason to give them the time of day. Pick up was always reserved for the last week of the month, and they hadn’t pulled aside the heavy curtains hanging from the gutters that prevented humans from seeing the shop, and warned Fae from entering without an invitation. No, those get pulled when Mal’s commission list was empty and ready for new customers. Which it wasn’t.

The jostle returns again and only a well timed breath keeps the bubbling anger from making its way into the warp. They tied it off and stepped away with a sigh. They couldn’t afford to keep having their concentration disrupted by the mystery person at the door.

Opening the door reveals a girl, smiling brightly, “Hey, I think your doors locked.”

“It’s not,” Mal replies. Not in the physical sense anyway. Witch’s wards are strong and clever like that. Although they will have to check up on the curtains outside. Nobody should have been able to find their shop with them pulled shut, although now there was a clear section that was pulled to the side where the girl seemingly forced her way through. Those damn Moth’s were probably nibbling on it again.

The girl stares at them for a moment, as if expecting them to say more. Evidently the silence becomes too long as she presses on, “Aren’t you going to let me in?”

“Why would you want in?”

“Because you’re a business? And I’d like to do business here?” The exasperated look on the girl's face is enough to set Mal’s teeth on edge.

“Pushy aren’t you?”

“Yes. Now come on, I want to get something nice for my boyfriend and he’s going to pick me up any minute now.”

Something about the girl’s big, insistent eyes made Mal’s resolve crack, “Fine. You’ve caught me in an indulgent mood.” Mal turned around, walking back towards the counter, “What are you thinking of?”

When the girl didn’t immediately follow they turned around again, only to see her seemingly stuck mid stride, foot unable or unwilling to touch the hardwood floor of the storefront. Curious. The girl seemed perfectly human to them, but looks could be deceiving.

“You’re welcome in, for this transaction,” her foot fell with a solid thump, and she continued walking in as if nothing had happened.

“So I’d like to get something for my boyfriend.”

Mal settled in and flipped their notebook to a new page, “So you’ve said.”

“Yeah, well I know that he likes to cover up a lot, but recently his gloves have been falling apart and what with Winter coming up I don’t want his hands to be cold-”

As the girl talked, Mal kept a close eye on her chest, watching for any tethers that shone brighter than the others. Humans, and sometimes Fae, had a hard time deciding what their real intent was for a gift, and sifting through their tethers was always easier than getting it out of them through words. Except that the more this girl talked, the more her chest started to light up like a god damn christmas tree. She was tangled and pierced and snared on so many hooks it was almost distressing, and one in particular burned so bright it almost hurt Mal’s eyes to look at.

“Excuse me,” Mal interrupted her, “but may I?” they said, pointing towards the brightly glowing tether at the center of her chest.

“Uh, sure,” she said, slightly confused but trusting all the same.

Reaching out they gently snagged the tether with the tip of their pinky finger. Even with that small amount of contact all they could think of was LOVE LOVE LOVE. So much love, and passion, and desperation, and protectiveness.

Within the next second, Mal’s ears popped as air that used to be in the space behind the girl forcibly vacated in favor of someone apparating there in its place. Mal stumbled back, eyebrows raised in shock as the absolutely massive fucker came into focus. Piercing brown eyes peered out through a pale white skull mask, with one hand wrapping protectively around the girl's chest and the other landing solidly on the table creating an effective barrier between them and Mal.

“What’s wrong, Love?” The man's voice was deep, and although he was addressing the girl, (the capital L was obvious in his tone) his eyes never left Mal’s.

“Well I was going to get you a surprise gift, but I guess that’s not happening anymore.”

“Why were they touching you.”

Mal straightened, “I received permission, if that is your concern. I was only attempting to see what her true intent was for this gift.” Despite the way he was glaring, Mal could tell this man didn’t think they were a threat, at least not physically.

On closer inspection the guys gloves did look as if they were threadbare, ready to fall apart if a stiff breeze came through. He was fae, no doubt about it, and even his human form commanded respect. Mal could see the shimmery effect of the fae’s obscura, hinting at a much larger and much more. . .sinister silhouette. They could do better, break up the outline of his body like camo on a soldier's fatigues, but something told them that he wouldn’t appreciate being upsold at the moment.

“And what was my intention?” Love looked almost giddy to know, leaning over the counter top with a manic grin on her face.

Mal quickly looked between Love and the man, trying to gauge the pro’s and con’s of this whole interaction.

“Go on,” he said.

“Well, it seemed like Love here wanted to stake a claim on you. To possess and protect you as much as you do her.”

Like a seesaw, Love rocked backwards into the man's embrace, wrapping her arms up around his neck and giggling, “Yeah, I guess I am a little obsessed with you.”

For once he looked a little bit out of his depth, and once again Mal almost had to shield their eyes from the sun that seemed to light up between the two. Jesus these two were co dependent as all hell.

“So,” Mal said, desperate to get this conversation over with, “any design you want in particular?”

“Oh, right, I think his gloves should be dark black, with white details that look like finger and hand bones. And can you make them really warm and soft? Am I asking for too much? You’ll tell me if it’s too much right? Also-”

Mal dutifully took notes, not even attempting to get a word in edgewise as Love rambled on. Briefly looking up, Mal saw the masked man curled contentedly around and over top Love’s much smaller form like a mountain sized cat. It was hard to find him intimidating now that his eyes were full of love and adoration.

What a strange pair indeed.

#fae!ghost #ghouls fae!au #fae!au #oc: mal #maelstrom007 #maelstromsfic #cod mw2 #cod mwii #simon ghost riley #call of duty #I imagine that Mals energy and vibe #is really neutral when they're not crafting for something #they're basically like a vessel for intent #theres another version of this that's more angsty #where Mal doesn't get permission #and ends up getting a hook in them similar to when Konig went snooping on Love wayyyyy back when #i think i like this version better though #i hope you like it ghoullllllllllllll #cod fanfic

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incothenasty · 9 months

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I wasn't gonna be caught with my pants down for The Funny Day this year, so I put a LOT of effort into making this one! It's a complication of the maws of most of my major OCs as of now! man I really need to show off some of these characters more often for yall, i've only shown like, 3 or 4 of these characters LMAO

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concealeddarkness13 · 3 months

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My OC Tournament Round 1 Poll 2

Information below the cut:

Picrew 1, 2

Mal (they/them): They are from the Trio Story. They were born to a family who believed in the Celestials of this world (which by the title of the worldbuilding post should show that that's not advised). Their full name is Malice, but they hate that name, so they go by Mal. They learned that they were supposed to be a weapon that will cause a calamity, so they ran away from their family and started a new life. Since humans are thought to be extinct on this world, they have had to hide that they are human. They work as a servant for the different species, and when they're off, they go around, exploring ruins from the original calamity to try and figure out how it happened and how to stop it from happening again.

They are very proper and quiet. They've learned manners from working as a servant, and they had to be unassuming to make sure the species they worked for wouldn't figure out that they're human. They're a chronic insomniac, choosing to explore ruins instead of sleeping. And they truly are scared of being a weapon, even if they don't show that outwardly.

Shine (they/them): They are from Bring Me That Horizon. They are the engineer of Triel's ship, keeping everything running and staying down in the engine room most of the time. They're deaf, but the crew learned sign language, and they're good at reading lips, if needed. They're a brilliant engineer, and I love them (showing my bias).

They're snarky and will make fun of you in sign language. They will even make fun of Triel, who just makes fun of them back. They really do care about the crew, but they show it by throwing spare parts at them when they do something foolish. They just don't have a huge backstory like all my other characters, so that's why this info is shorter.

#writeblr #my oc tournament #oc: Mal #oc: Shine

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xircuitry · 6 months

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lyrics are from the song montreal by penelope scott !

#digital art #character art #original character #ocs #artists on tumblr #my art #oc: mal

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riinoaheartilly · 7 months

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"He does know he should get rid of that old hunk-a-junk already, right?"

"You wanna be the brave ass to tell 'im?"

#oc: mal #coradoodle #ocs galore #sad boy sad boy~#*psspspssppssps at Chicken* come get your sad boy #scars cw #will i ever draw something that's not a sketch? who knows #his arm isnt 100% accurate. just wanted to doodle the sad mad lad

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starlite-writes · 14 days

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One of Angel’s most commonly seen puppets has dark red eyes like garnets hidden behind round brown frames.

Those eyes dance with the carefully restrained flames of unpredictable violence, of bloodlust and the ingrained need to destroy and wreak havoc.

Despite being young and largely inexperienced, he's already garnered a fearsome reputation. Hushed whispers and a trail of carnage follow this crimson horror across system after system, but few who have encountered him have stayed alive long enough to share his name.

Mal.

Mal is said to be blessed with beauty and rage alike. His sharp teeth are designed to pierce skin easily, and he has the unique ability to steal and replace the code of other programs. His pointed ears are reminiscent of mischievous fae. There is something distinctly fox-like about him behind his childish charm.

Though he makes no attempt to conceal his nature, it would be easy to mistake him for a friend at first. His wardrobe is casual, his posture relaxed, his mannerisms designed to put people at ease. His voice does not suit the monster behind his mask—it is cordial, polite, soothing. Rarely does it raise in anger or frustration, keeping a playful lilt to it like it's all just a silly little game.

Perhaps it is only a game in his mind. He is only a child, albeit one said to be born of chaos and malice.

Still, he is every bit a wolf in sheep’s clothing as his master. Even the apex predator must grow from a baby to a fearsome creature.

Most dangerous is the puppet who believes itself to be a real boy.

#oc: mal #my writing #series: a portrait of #series: isolated system #q continuum

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faerune · 8 months

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I can't even tell if any of you are acting strange because you've been replaced or because this group is full of weirdos!

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate #bg3 tav #waves hi im so burnt out but i made this at least #oc: aoife #oc: minae #oc: triss #oc: delphine #oc: ember #oc: mal #aesthetic*

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spaceportfloozy · 9 months

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got some more ocs to post

dressup games (x) (x)

#oc tag #oc: lenny #oc: mal #oc: babs #oc: jo #oc: ridley #oc: roth

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maelstrom007 · 6 months

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Smoke Detector

@ghouljams has been writing a lot of superb blurbs about Fae!Price from their Fae Cod Au, and by god am I loving it. I love the way that Price's magic manifests as smoke both as a conscious action and as an unconscious one as he gently and covertly influences the world and people around him.

On that thought, all I could think of is Mal meeting him for the first time and being like bruh, you're getting your magic everywhere tf. And as soon as they get home they make themselves a magically imbued mask to keep the smoke at bay. This mask is very specific and is designed solely to combat volatile/aerosolized magic, so it's not like this can double up as a covid or other illness mask. It only does the bare minimum in that regard in the sense that any barrier is better than none, but it's not exactly designed to filter out corporeal particulates like viruses or wildfire smoke.

I've drawn Mal on here a couple times already, and I will be the first to admit that I am at the very start of my artistic journey. I have some technical drawing under my belt (think building schematics) but no experience with organic shapes. Since I wanted to draw this mask, I took this opportunity to study 3D shapes of the face and shadows, by tracing and referencing a photo by @ redsreferences on instagram! It was interesting seeing how the suggestion of shadows could trick your brain into perceiving flat colors as having form and dimension!! I had a lot of fun with this, and I look forward to practicing more and gaining confidence so that I don't feel the need to trace.

So anyway, here's my drawing! With and without Price's smoke.