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warm-like-autumn · 1 year

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Hi, after quite a while I’m back! I’ve changed my username because I felt like the old one was not fitting anymore.

Now, about the drawings. The first character is Jamie Rigby(who is the version of Eleanor Rigby but for my oc world), she is Gail’s classmate at Roundtable Academy and head of the school newspaper.Jamie is fascinated by conspiracies and the unknown, cryptids, aliens, secret agents, you name it, and it often reflects in the articles she writes for the newspaper. She has always found it difficult to make friends and she finds it easier to drown in her work and hobbies.But somehow, Gail has managed to make Jamie come out of her shell, even if for a bit.This gave Jamie the confidence to pursue more friendships, maybe even romance…?

The second character is Emily Donovan, she is a witch at Phantasma High and Samantha’s friend. Emily is very smart, great at chemistry, physics, maths and potion making, she is captivated with how things work.She thinks the sciences cannot fail her, unlike people, as she has been betrayed and bullied many times by her peers because of her twin sister Jennifer, who was always jealous of her. This has caused Emily to lose hope in making friends in high school… that was until a certain witch showed up.

After all this trial and error with creating more characters for my story “Knights and Watchers” I think I’m finally satisfied with the creation of these two.Jamie and Emily feel like complete characters, with a purpose in the story, with their own problems and motivation, and they aren’t there just to be Samantha and Gail’s friends.I am going to post a lot more drawings about my oc story because I finally have enough ideas and inspiration.

#digital art #oc art #artists on tumblr #oc artwork #sapphic ocs #witch oc #fanatasy oc #illustration #original characters #Knights and Watchers #Jamie Rigby #Emily Donovan

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hybbart · 3 months

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Lilyheart of Skyclan is rowdy

She's got a spring in her step no matter how old she gets

#cat #warrior cats #warriors oc #skyclan #fanatasy #character #ask art #art #doodle #colour #Hybbart

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coconutcanary · 3 months

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Reposting this because it’s the lunar new year

It’s year of the wood dragon, it’s also a leap year

So what better then drawing my dragonborn who was born on a leap year walking through a winter forest for the occasion

✨🐉

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kabishkat19 · 5 months

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Werewolf boyfriend “Full Moon retrial”🌙

‘Hours Before Full Moon’

‘Morning After’

#werewolf boyfriend #werewolf x human #werewolf x oc #oc #original characters #original character #digital characters #character designs #oc couple #character artworks #fanatasy #monster lover #werewolf #werewolves

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pengold · 2 months

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Playing around with animation on Procreate.

This is my oc, Cecil, they are 1/2 of a pencil! Might have seen me post a couple pieces of them; I'm planning more in the future. I'm building a whole world.

#gif #oc art #oc #cecil #cecil the pencil #animation #2d animation #procreate #turnaround #fanatasy #idk what else to tag #so cute #object oc #first ever animation

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thatbanditqueen · 8 months

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Omg you are genuinely my favorite writer on this app, your fics are so well written and ALWAYS have me needing more at the end of every chapter. I am 100% still interested in your fics and I neeed a new chapter of The Only Sure Thing, and all the other fics ofc!!!

staaaahhpp, i don't know how to take this except assume you are an character ai bot from my fantasies. Except this has feeling and emotion. So i'll just say thanks, it means alot that you take the time to write this. I came on tumblr to meet people who were into the same elvis stuff i am into and i feel so lucky to have found you ;)

I'll share that I'm posting the next chapter of The Only Sure Thing later today and I hope it's ok.

#elvis presley #elvis fanfiction #elvis x oc #the only sure thing #bandit queen asks #thank you real person fanatasy anon #she wuvs you very very much

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elidyss · 1 year

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⭐ My OC, Dreamkeeper ⭐

She’s charged with keeping the fragile balance of the Dreamrealm and protect dreams from nightmare demons. She is not very competent at her job because since she's new at it and inexperienced (and due to the fact that she often slacks off). She doesn't have a name besides her title since she's not allowed to by her superiors.

Her TH page: https://toyhou.se/17347691.the-dreamkeeper-

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kaimactrash · 1 month

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They're meant to be a plushie version of themselves!

#kai art #my art #oc art #centaur #fanatasy #fantasy creature #emesh

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cinemairon · 30 days

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Elf prince from my story

The gown is partly inspired from the Chinese Dramas I see photos here and there on Pinterest.

#my artwork #oc #elf #fanatasy

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thefallennightmare · 10 months

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Vindicta-Prolouge

*I do NOT give permission for others to steal and post my original work anywhere else. * gif found on pinterest, credit to original poster *

The surrounding sky was on fire, basking in an orange and red hue while the sun was setting low over the vast hills and mounds of this little quaint village. People hustled to get their children and animals inside before it got dark; the darkness always brought them out. I stood tall on my perch on top of a large rock, hidden from the eyes of a man. I expanded my wings wide; the feathers shaking with the sudden chill of the wind.

A faint smile pulled at my lips as I watched a mother chase after her young son, giggles escaping him. He always thought it was a game, his mother chasing him to bring him inside for safety. The young ones never understood what the darkness brought.

“Good evening, Falah.”

I nodded toward the elder of the small village of Tivila, the place I had called home for the last handful of years.

“Evening Agustus. Are we all ready for another quiet night?” I questioned while motioning toward the other villagers.

“I believe so. The children always fall asleep before the Caligos arrive, which is good. They can’t ever hear the howls.”

The grays in his beard showed me what I had already known; Augustus had been around for a long time and he wasn’t quite used to the Caligo’s.

I hummed in response. “I’ve been watching over this village for years now and I haven’t let one of them cross the gate. Tonight will be no different.”

My long black locks blew behind me in tangent with the wind and I shivered out my black wings, the noise itself causing Agustus to jump.

I immediately apologized, but he quickly waved me off.

“You’re a beautiful specimen, Falah. Do not apologize for what your father has given you,” he stated.

“If my father gave me these wings then why did he allow me to have the only black wings out of my kin?” I raised a brow at him, a playful smirk on my face.

We gave each other a quick nod of goodbye and I had become alone again, only this time my gaze fell onto another man making his way towards me. A lone strand of blonde hair fell into his face.

My heart pounded hard against my chest while my fingers shook with nerves. They saw me as a high angel, protector of this city against the many evils that threaten it, but when he came mere inches from me, I became a puddled mess of emotions.

Gideon, my father, would be appalled if he had seen me pine over a man; a human one at that.

But Atticus was more than just a man. Yes, he was human, but he never looked at me or my wings with disgust or fear. He only looked at me with adoration behind his blue eyes.

“Is there any way I could talk you into taking a walk with me tonight, Falah?” Atticus questioned with a quirked brow.

I scoffed as I crossed my arms over my chest.

“We both know that once the sunsets that I’m not allowed to leave my perch,” I sat cross-legged on the large rock.

He clicked his tongue and motioned to the open field behind me. “With the way the sun is setting, I’d say we have a good hour before darkness. I believe that is plenty of time.”

I bit my bottom lip, trying to hide the way his words brought a crimson color to my cheeks.

Every night for the last few months, Atticus had visited me on my perch, asking me to join him in his nightly strolls. I would decline every time and when he would return just before dark, he would stay with me and talk about anything and everything.

Slowly over time I fell in love with him but knew that I could never act on these feelings, my father's words echoing loud in my mind.

It does not mean our kind to lie with humans. It’s unkind and unnatural.

“My father wouldn’t approve,” I informed Atticus.

“Do you always listen to what your father says?” He questioned.

“I’m his most trusted soldier, of course, I do,” I said.

He rolled his eyes at my words before extending his hand towards me, the tips of them wiggling with anticipation.

“We don’t have to go far. Just before the tree line.”

I mewled over the choice, and with a curt nod, I agreed.

When Atticus extended his arm towards me, I jumped from the rock and looped my arm through his, not before retracing my wings into my back.

“You don’t have to hide them from me,” he said.

I shook my head. “It’s easier to walk closer to you without them.”

The cold brisk air wrapped around us in a soft cloud, and I didn’t miss the way his eyes sparkled when he looked down at me. We both chatted about how our days went and he seemed genuinely interested in my events of being on watch duty.

My father had assigned me to the small village years ago to keep the humans safe from the Caligos. They were the darkest, evilest, creatures that had been created and they only showed their presence in the blackest of nights. Their long dark fur blended in with the night when they would run together in a pack-like form, they would appear as mist to the human eye.

Not to me, however. Not to my kind. We would always see their true form.

When they would stand on their hind legs, they would reach almost seven feet tall. Their fur would start from the tips of their toes and reach to the bottom of their next, where their head was only a skull; their blood-red eyes stood out underneath the bones.

They could trick any human into following them into the woods by mimicking their loved one’s voice.

In the years that I had been on watch here, I’d only come face-to-face with them a handful of times. Never once did I allow them to pass through the gates, killing them in place.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are, Fallah? How intoxicating are your eyes? Red with the smallest dots of black,” Atticus mused, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Oh, Atticus,” I grinned.

“Your eyes match your wings?” He asked.

When I nodded, he continued. “Beautiful.”

His lips were inches from my own and with each deep breath, we leaned in closer until there was no more space between us, his hot breath fanning over my ready lips.

Loud howls echoed throughout the field followed by painful screams.

“No,” I shuddered.

I pushed Atticus away, my wings exploding from my back and quickly took the flight back to the small village. When my heels touched the gravel, I looked around in sheer terror.

The Caligos had passed through the gates and were pulling bodies from their small homes, blood trailing behind.

“By the Gods, what have I done?” I muttered, hand covering my mouth.

A lone Caligo turned its attention towards me and stood on its hind legs. He snarled with hatred and let out a low howl.

With a quick thought, my bow with a handful of arrows appeared in my hand and I quickly began shooting arrows into Caligo’s, one after the other. Arrows flew, hitting each of my targets.

It was a small pack, less than five, but it was just enough to cause havoc. There were dead bodies scattered throughout the gravel and when my broken gaze landed on the giggling boy from earlier, my heart dropped to the pits of my stomach.

“Damn it!” I cursed.

A large gust of wind blew around me and when loud footsteps sounded on the ground behind me, I knew who had arrived.

Spinning on my heels, I came face to face with my father, Gideon.

He had two men on each side of him and when my gaze fell on the one to the left of my father; I groaned in annoyance.

“You had to bring him?” I pointed towards the man. “You could have scolded me without him.

Gideon asked, holding his hand up to quiet the words from spewing from my lips.

“What have you done, Falah?” He demanded answers.

“I don’t know how they got in,” I answered dumbfounded.

“I think I have an idea how,” the man that had gained my annoyance spoke.

“This has nothing to do with you, Draven!” I spat.

“ENOUGH!” Gideon’s voice boomed with anger, causing the survivors of the attack to creep out of their homes.

“I tasked you with watching over these people and you failed, Falah! What could have been so important that you forgot about your duties?!”

My father's large, white wings shook with venom as he bellowed his anger toward me.

“Falah, what’s the matter?”

My eyes snapped towards Atticus who had snuck up next to Draven, his eyes filled with wonder as he stared at the four angels standing in front of him.

Draven wrapped one of his gray wings around Atticus, pulling him into his chest. “I think this is the human that had your daughter distracted, Gideon.”

I shook my head furiously. “No, he’s nothing.”

My father looked deep into my eyes and when he saw the tears welling, he had the answer to the silent question.

Gideon nodded towards Draven and before I could register what happened, a small dagger appeared in his palm, and he dragged the blade across Atticus' throat.

A scream erupted from my throat as I fell to my knees when I watched Atticus’ limp body fall to the hard ground. I ached to crawl towards him, holding his body in my grasp but knew that if I moved another inch, it would be my head rolling on the ground.

“You’ve fallen for a human. Pathetic,” Draven spat with disgust.

“I’m going to kill you myself,” I scowled at my promise.

The tip of my father’s blade lifted my chin, and I stared up at him with begging eyes, hoping he would forgive my sins.

“I’m sorry, Father,” I cried.

He merely nodded. “You have failed my orders, Falah. For that, you must pay.”

“I’m your daughter,” I begged. “Please.”

“You are my daughter, yes. Which is why I’m allowing you to keep your wings and the powers you possess. But I banish you from entering our homeland for the rest of your days,” His voice demanded.

With a broken expression, it bounced between my father and Draven, and when I could feel myself slowly slipping from their presence, I gave one last nod toward them.

“You both will pay for this,” I vowed body and wings slipped into the ground beneath me.

#fallen angel #fallen angels #fallen angels romance story #fanatasy romance #fantasy romance stories #fallen angel oc

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actually-an-onion · 1 year

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MY WEBTOON IS UP NEEEEOEWWWWWW

#webtoon #comic #fanatasy #onion ocs

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frogyjones-art · 1 year

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Unicorn princess, she was born under a curse and has an inhuman unicorn horn, something is deeply wrong with her. One day her parents are going to die mysteriously and she's going to take the thrown and cause bloodshed.

#art #my art #sketches #oc #my oc #original character #fanatasy art #sketchbook #doodles #unicorn oc

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coconutcanary · 10 months

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