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pufffinn · 4 months
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guys ur not gonna believe this
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manofbeskar · 3 months
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kada pirates! (star wars oc pirate crew) their ranks/roles are at the top of their images and names below, with epithets or aliases in the quotations
*made a mistake, ikada is not the "red captain", he's the "red-haired chiss" as reference to red-haired shanks. red captain/red x is his rival's epithet lmao
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obscureophidian · 4 months
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errrrmm have some like character headshots i made near the end of 2023 . 2 are redesigns and the other 2 were just color adjustments
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deathxlaw · 11 days
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This meme but with my Fallout oc
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Original for if anyone wantd it
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obiwans · 9 months
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ISCARIOT ❖ the dark urge
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synthoverboss · 10 months
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I made knives out of broken ribs, I would be the one to eliminate you...
Outfit: Dark Disciple - BLOODLUST Edition
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adjobj · 2 years
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here are a few crow refs, done alongside a part of my sys, spitz, a long time back.
links and subtypes are being heavily reworked, so dont worry too much about those right now.....
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jester-not-jasper · 3 months
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Did an oc height chart for fun. Apparently, Kudzu's eye level is crotch level for Ajax and Wolf!Jester 😭😭
All of these characters are adults, btw, I just tend to make characters either extremely tall (Ajax and Wolf!Jester) or short (Normal Jester, Sharky/Sharkbot, Kudzu, Bishop and Church, etc). The youngest are Sharky and Jester (19).
Also, Jasper's just short enough that if he wants to kiss Ajax he has to grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him down. Roulette has to stand on a chair.
Don't ask how Jester goes from 5'2 to 7'9. It's a universe of furries with dragons and the mob and super soldiers and sentient robots and mad scientists and magic and superpowered furries and shit. Jester's like, 12% tyrannosaurus.
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hyenadonguts · 8 months
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Welcome back to 'October can't choose a fucking artstyle' ft. Undead!Sharky, Riot, and Sharky in a Riddler lookin-ass suit.
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sangu1vore · 1 year
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my face when riot
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Amazing comission by the even more amazing @temeyes whose art I love dearly and always make me laugh
I'm so in love with it I don't have words, it's them, their friendship, him being a little shit lmao and her face of "I'm so done". Sibling vibes.
Thank you tim 🫂❤️
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rileyslibrary · 6 months
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Ghost helps Riot decorate the Christmas tree at the base.
Fluff. A gift for my friend, @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot with her OC, Christine “Riot” Vega. (Awesome render here!)
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“It’s too tall.”
“Or, maybe you’re too short.”
Riot shifts her gaze from the Christmas tree to Ghost. He doesn’t regard her back, yet she knows there’s a smile underneath that mask—one of those triumphant, snarky, arrogant, ‘i-got-her-again’ grins.
“Behave, Lieutenant,” she warns. “I’m 1.70, in case you didn’t read my file.”
“Congratulations to the whole 1.70 of you,” he replies and playfully pats her head. “With or without the shoes?”
Riot rolls her eyes and swats his hand away. “Can you just get me the ornament boxes from the warehouse?” She asks.
“You have to be more specific, love,” He says. “The warehouse is a two thousand square meter void filled with cardboard boxes.”
“I don’t have the coordinates, Ghost.” She replies, smirking. “You can ask Gaz whether he planted a GPS tracker in them or, here’s a better idea: how about you search for the boxes labelled as ‘Xmas’?”
Now, he’s the one rolling his eyes. He murmurs a “how unique” and walks to the door to fulfil her request.
While waiting for Ghost to find and retrieve the boxes, Riot tests the new Christmas lights they bought by plugging them into the socket. Once she confirms they work, she starts wrapping them around the tree. Although the task appears to be assigned to just the two of them, it took all five—including the captain who gave the roles—to make it happen.
Gaz chose the tree and bought extra ornaments, then Soap measured its dimensions, ensuring enough lights to cover it. Once aligned, they raked the entire base to decide on the perfect spot. Their prerequisites? It had to be a place where everyone could see it and would do it justice. Unfortunately, they couldn’t agree on a specific location, so they met in the middle and decided to place the tree in the mess hall, the exact same spot it was last year. And the year before it. And the year before it.
Then, it was up to Ghost to carry the tree, and the captain instructed him to help Riot with the “heavy-duty” tasks. Now, all that’s left is for Riot to decorate it.
“I still don’t get why you get to decorate.” Ghost says, placing the boxes on the floor. “Why are we doing chores like measuring and carrying boxes while you get the fun stuff?”
“Because whoever did it last year did a terrible job,” she retorts, emphasising ‘whoever’ and handing Ghost a light strip to continue up to the top. “You guys didn’t even shuffle the decorations. Not to mention that the back was empty.”
“Nobody sees the back,” Ghost argues.
“You don’t?” Riot smirks.
“Nobody sees the back of the tree,” Ghost corrects.
“Well, I do,” she replies, pointing at the top of the tree, “and go a little bit lower over there.”
“Like that?” he asks.
“Like that,” she confirms.
After finishing the light placement, Ghost sits on the sofa. He takes an ornament shaped like a candy cane from one of the boxes and starts playing with it. Riot, on the other hand, gets straight to the job. She opens the boxes and grabs two ornaments. She places one on the tree, removes it and tries the other. She concludes on the latter. She turns around to search the boxes for more ornaments and catches Ghost fiddling with the candy cane.
“You can go if you’re bored,” she says. “I won’t finish anytime soon.”
“That I figured,” he murmurs under his breath, making Riot instinctively place her hands on her waist. He lets a sharp chuckle and shakes his head. “I’m alright here.” He assures her.
But of course, where else would he be alright if not here?
Time passes quickly. Ghost and Riot reminisce about their past Christmases—childhood festivities, memorable Boxing Day gifts, favourite holiday foods, and the annual movies that defined each season. Yet, these beautiful memories end at a certain point unique to each. Maybe those memories have faded away, or perhaps they have purposefully chosen to let them go. And when that happens, when they approach that personal boundary, they stop dwelling on those past celebrations and turn to each other, to the present, to fill them with joy.
Sometimes, Riot shows Ghost different ornaments, and he either picks one or dismisses the options with a casual “whatever” or “there’s no difference.” Other times, Ghost critiques her progress, giving feedback while she decorates. He points out areas needing more attention or playfully suggests she’s gone overboard elsewhere. In return, Riot replies with a firm yet joking, “Go on; you do it then”, and shuts him up.
She lifts one final piece into the air and shows it to Ghost—the Christmas tree topper.
“Seems that I’m too short to reach the top,” she pouts.
“Nonsense,” he whispers and stands up. “It’s the tree that’s too tall.”
He walks towards her, grabs her waist, and lifts her up.
“Now I get why the captain assigned me for the heavy-duty stuff,” he says.
“Drop me, and I’ll stick you up there instead of the topper.” She warns him, chuckling. “Take one more step forward, please.”
Ghost does as told, and Riot places the topper at the top. She adjusts it and lightly taps Ghost’s hand to put her down. They take a few steps back and marvel at the result.
“What do you think?” Riot asks, still looking at the tree.
“Seems alright.” Ghost shrugs. “Should we turn the lights on?”
“No,” Riot replies. “I want all of them to be here when we do it.”
He turns to look at her and nods. She meets his gaze and smiles.
“Thank you for lifting me up.” She says.
“No,” he replies. “Thank you for lifting me up.”
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zeusmachina · 1 month
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i've watched arcane. again. im obsessed and now im trying to work on an oc in the show
dont have a name yet but she works for Babette, in the brothel, and outside too. She's getting infos through zaun and piltover to blackmail here and there
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temeyes · 2 months
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[OC] the girl with the skull earring (dood for @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot!)
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toxooz · 11 months
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Patiently* waiting for a blackcell König skin 🤔
*: frothing at mouth, chattering teeth, biting civilians
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nrdmssgs · 4 months
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"You can stand in them?" "In ballet shoes? Yes, why?" "They look uncomfortable. How is one supposed to-" "Wait, I'll show. Let me just stretch a bit..." Sound of Ghosts soul leaving his body.
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This is a little bonus to this work
Christine 'Riot' Vega belongs to @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot
OCs Masterlist (Zhar and Riot so far)
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