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OC KISS WEEK IS HERE!
I can finally share this lovely comm drawn by @artofmisi of my OC Eilan and @bluewren's Lex. Little Dalish elf babies in loooooove. 🥰
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💖 Want to love Lex and Eilan? Here's a short story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52434187/chapters/132646609
#ockiss24#oc kiss week#ockiss#eilan lavellan#lex lavellan#lexlan#the otp#my otp#dragon age fanart#dalish elves#dalish elf
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Day 6 - Reach
One more to go after this. I would have liked to have spent more time on the colours and lighting, but as a "after work" project, I am ultimately still happy with it.
This pose was tough >o<
Thomas once again belongs to @oscensonata
#ocKiss24#oc kiss week#ocKiss#FFXIV Art#Final Fantasy XIV#ffXIV#Au ra#Viera#Digital Art#MKArt#Art#artists on tumblr#Original Character#OC Art#OC#Xarann Eilsval#Thomas Darling
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kicking off oc kiss week with cecelia and @bleumanouches sweetjane :3c
#fallout#kal talks#kal does an art#fallout oc#cecelia butcher#ockiss#ockiss24#happy early valentines day!!!
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Fun fact: I like Valentine's Day! (Don't tell the other aros >_>)
have some Quinn/Kingston smooches 💋👩❤️💋👨
#valentines day#valentine's day#meme#kiss meme#kiss challenge#cirque royale#doodles#clowns#ocs#quinn#kingston#ngl I don't know how to draw kissing...#ockiss#ockiss24#they're gonna take my aro card
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OC Kiss Week of 2024
No. 2 "Rain"
#ockiss24#Ockiss#Bishops Ranch#Johnny x Sten#Johnny#Sten#Cowboys#Husbands#Western#Mixed media#Illustration#artists on tumblr
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OCKISS 2024; day 2: rain
Two great-grand-mothers making it rain (in kisses, Eva wears red, Fanfan pink) on two little cousins (Ella and Agathe)
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OC Kiss Week 2024 - Day 7 - "Dare"
In which Dr Williamson Jones chooses something other than a drink. (1054 words)
WIP: Til Death Do Us Part (pre-canon)
Characters: Dr Williamson Jones, Navraj Choudhury
taglist: @vacantgodling, @imsoveryveryconfusedatlife, @mrbexwrites, @hippiewrites (+/-)
Content warning: alcoholism
Wine makes me warm and chatty: flushed cheeks and a purple tongue spouting purple little lies. Port makes my fingers and toes numb like they’ve been blissfully forgotten about. Whiskey makes me belligerent and sharp, a knife in the darkness.
Gin makes me all of those things, and messy and daring besides.
Gin’s the thing to drink in India - oh yes, the quinine in the tonic is supposed to stave off malarial fever, and the proof of the spirit kills off the microorganisms in the drinking water the likes of which London has left behind - but that’s not why I drink it. I drink it because I like the way it makes me numb and chatty and warm and sharp all at once. I drink it because I’m hardly daring at all, otherwise.
I’ve tried to remember if I was drunk when I agreed to come to India in the first place, or when I first invited Mr Choudhury to stay late for another drink. I’m still not totally sure why he stays late chatting most nights. He must like the man I am when I’ve had a drink as much as I do. Almost as much as I like him, and the hot, daring thrill I get when he turns his attention on me.
Tonight, that thrill is more like a torrent, the Ganges in violent flood, as I try to pay attention to the words he’s saying, rather than the shape of his lips as he says them. Tonight may finally be the night I decide to do something about this feeling that makes my skin burn and my tongue grow thick in my mouth.
“Another drink, Mr Choudhury?”
“No, thank you,” he says, standing. Diluted disappointment fills me. “I had better go.”
It is late, after all. From the damp heat of the verandah, I follow him back through my bungalow, his sandals tapping out a rhythm on the tiles of the atrium, my own steps trudging a reluctant half-beat behind. Gas lighting gives this place an old-fashioned, amber look, which I’ve grown quite fond of. Mr Choudhury looks especially attractive in the light, giving the mahogany of his skin an undertone that gleams like gold.
God, I’m wrecked.
As though I said that out loud, he turns abruptly, and my messy, numb brain takes a moment to catch up. I go barrelling into him, spilling gin and tonic and lemon all over his clothes.
My sharp, single-syllable expletive won’t un-spill the drink, and the handkerchief I pull from my pocket doesn’t do much better. But somewhere along the way, my hand ends up clenched in the front of his kurta, soaking up the alcohol, and the broad span of his arms are around me, holding me up.
“Sorry–”
“You asked me earlier,” I begin, carefully loading my vowels with the armour of an English gentleman, “what I had to lose, in my life. Well…” I fill my lungs with something humid and gin-scented. “For a man like me, in my position, with my…tastes…” There can be no doubt of my implication in the heavy emphasis of the word. “It is like falling from the stars.”
“No lasting harm done,” he says, altogether too kindly. I dab uselessly still, enjoying lingering here, close to the heat of his body that somehow cuts through the muggy heat of the air around us. At a certain point, the pretence is all but gone, and we’re just standing in the atrium, far too close.
A miasma of boldness fills the small space between us, and I take a bet on the amber glimmer of his dark brown eyes.
Damn it all, I do want him. Enough to trust him, perhaps where I shouldn’t. He’s an intelligent man - he could easily ignore my emphasis and choose to listen to my words, leave all this behind us. But he doesn’t.
“Then, forgive me.”
Christ, but his hands are big. Big enough to cradle the back of my head and span the short hair at the back of it, pulling me to him. I’m pleasantly numb at the edges of my sensation, but the place on my jaw where he leans close and places his warm lips is urgently alight.
I hardly realise I’m clinging to his thick arms like a maiden in passionate throes, or that I’m tilting my chin up to his lips, balancing on my tiptoes: certainly, this position is compromising, but I don’t care.
“Mr Choudhury…”
“Call me Raj,” he mutters into my skin, mouthing slow, deliberate kisses down my jawline.
“Williamson.” It seems silly, now, to only lose the formality when his lips are on my neck and I’m burning with arousal. “Can I prevail upon you to stay a little longer?”
He halts, almost as though he’s only just realised he’s kissing my neck. He huffs out a small laugh, felt rather than heard. “You’re drunk,” he whispers, but he doesn’t let go. “You should go to bed.”
“You should come with me.”
Gin makes me daring, and I blame it for my messy words. He pulls back then, observing me with brown eyes a shade more sober than mine. Alright, a lot more sober. The burning arousal turns rapidly to burning shame.
“I’m sorry–”
“I would,” he says, eyes dark and serious. It’s a look that makes my pulse pound thickly, making the numb parts of me come alive again. “Only…not when you’re like this. Ask me again, on a different night.”
My head is bobbing in a nod before I know I’m even responding. He’s right. Tonight, it’s time for me to sleep off my drink and a good portion of my hangover, and hope he remembers his promise on a different night. Hope he stays, hope he likes the man I am when I’m not…like this.
Arms dropping to my sides, my heels find the ground again. Gaps fall, relatively cool, where we were touching, and slowly, we both walk to the front door.
“Goodnight, Raj.”
“Goodnight, Williamson.”
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Gin makes me messy and numb and daring and belligerent. So tonight, I keep the drinks cabinet closed.
Raj is sharper in the amber light tonight, and when he shakes my hand in greeting, no part of me is numb.
“Evening, Raj. Can I pour you a cup of tea?”
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Day 1 of Ockiss week - Dance
characters from Scarlet hollow - Sam Wayne and my mc Amusha
#ockiss23#ockiss#scarlet hollow#wayne#sam wayne#mc#oc#fanart#comic#it MEANTS to be simple illustrations but all of these prompts is a comic#amusha
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A snuggly Oc kiss between Mark and Jessica, ostensibly the softest of the Oc pairings <3
This pose is inspired from a panel of DC comics by Stjepan Šejić!
#dnd#ockiss24#mark#jessica#orc#dungeons & dragons#hug#kiss#valentines#valentines art#ockiss#ockissweek#love these two#he is the biggest softy#she files his taxes because he doesn't know how#oc couple#oc art#my ocs
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a lil devlan for oc kiss week <3
#ockiss#ockiss24#oc: devon kang#oc: ruslan novikov#my art#one day i'll actually develop their own canon but sjdkhf
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Day 2: Rain (Luciano and Malva)
#luci an's art#image description in alt#image described#original character#ockiss24#ockiss#oc kiss week#cyclops#artist on tumblr#original art#luciano#malva
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Day 1 - Almost
I really want to do the OCkiss prompt list, but this is also an insanely busy week for me so WE SHALL SEE. Anyway, take Xarann and Thomas about to smooch <3
Thomas belongs to @oscensonata - both he and Xarann exist in countless AUs and I cannot guarantee which I will draw all week lol,.
#ocKiss24#oc kiss week#ocKiss#FFXIV Art#Final Fantasy XIV#ffXIV#Au ra#Viera#Digital Art#MKArt#Art#artists on tumblr#Original Character#OC Art#OC#Xarann Eilsval#Thomas Darling
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@wa-st3ds Rose and Reyes today :3
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its still OC kiss week, right? right???
(I'll be honest i kinda hate this one, but im hating a lot of my art recently so *shrugs*)
#its still 20 past midnight in my timezone so im kinda still allowed to post#right?????#ockissweek#oc kiss week#ockiss2024#ockiss24#ockiss#digital art#original character#dnd oc#d&d oc#sketch#oc#suis (oc)#morgana (oc)
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OC Kiss Week 2024
No. 6 Reach
#Ockiss24#Ockiss#johnnyxsten#Johnny#Sten#bishops ranch#Cowboy#Western#Husbands#Mixed media#Illustration#artists on tumblr
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OCKISS24 ; Day 3: Sunrise
When the newlyweds had disappeared during their reception, no one had said a thing, it was only natural.
But they had taken to the woods, holding onto Juliette’s dress to keep it as clean as possible, and, from a clearing, watched the stars. They liked it, being as quiet the faraway constellations.
It was not avoidance, as dawn saw them tucked away in their room. Underneath Juliette’s veil, Michel liked the way sunrise draped their entwined shadow in flowers.
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