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crow-toes · 7 months

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Day 3 of OC-tober 2023: Old OC

Eibhlin, half-elf rogue

Going from a character that I haven't yet had a chance to play in D&D to my very first character. Eibhlin (she/her) is a half-elven archer rogue who started off her career with a bit of a flop - I rolled three natural 1s in a row. I suppose my dice performance could really only improve from there!

Here I've given her a bit of a revamp, drawing some late 14th century inspiration for her look. She's also recently been revived while playing Baldur's Gate 3 with my sister, which seems to be equally traumatizing as her early adventuring career.

Unfortunately, I haven't been able to dig out some of my _really_ old art of her for the laughs - but maybe it's best I avoid that trauma anyway.

OC-tober 2023 by bweirdart (prompt list)

Fave OC

New OC

#my ocs #oc tober #oc-tober #oc tober 2023 #bweirdoctober #art challenge #my art #bg3 oc #half elf #half-elf #rogue #archer #archer rogue #half-elf rogue #bg tav #bg3 posting

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appsartstash · 6 months

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OC-tober Day 25: Friends Week

Figured if I was going to draw any character for friends week it would have to be Elora (owned by my friend Ansetla who does not use tumblr). She and my tiefling Enigma are from a DnD campaign we played a few years back and are typically a package deal, so they're both here.

#art #digital art #dnd #oc #friend's oc #oc-tober #bweirdoctober #App's art #Elora Moonglade #Enigma Tayavon #Two Dumb Rogues #October2023 #OC-tober2023 #just to be clear Elora is more likely to get these two into trouble normally #Enigma's just a bit more prone to stabbing as a warning #tw knife #cw knife

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dandelionmischief · 6 months

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OC-TOBER Day 14 - Haunted House Palette

Eyestrain warning. Hugo was one of my fave DnD npcs I had in my campaign. Rogue who thinks he'll survive anything. Then he gets his arm chopped off by an angry client and forms sibling-like bond with ex-coworker who got her legs messed up by the same client. Depression ensues.

#eyestrain #tw eyestrain #bweirdoctober #oc-tober #dnd #dnd rogue #clip studio art #my art

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stormyboi7 · 6 months

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OC_tober, Days 11-14: Rogues Gallery (featuring Ronyn, Mr. X, the Lobster, and Wackjob)

aka, “i haven’t been doing this daily, so now i’m cramming them all into one drawing��

#mr. x #the lobster #ronyn #wackjob #the crusader #rogues gallery #my art #kogan art #ocs #original characters #oc tober #oc tober 2023 #these guys are so fun #i love crusader’s villains #they’re all either complete assholes or too sick of everyone’s shit #or in ronyn’s case they’re honorable warriors

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liquidsludge · 6 months

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October 9th for me, and with that comes a new day of Villain-Tober. For most of this week I’m deciding on going for a star wars theme, mainly of some of my favourite villains from the franchise, well except for tomorrow but ill explain that then. As you can clearly see from my images and clues, the villain for today is.

Director Krennic!!!!! From my third favourite star wars movie, and he just so happens to he my third favourite star wars villain.

#Star wars #star wars movies #star wars artwork #doodle #my artwork #star wars art #rogue one #star wars rogue one #rogue one a star wars story #Star wars Empire #director krennic #orson krennic #Director krennic rogue one #villain tober

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haee-elia · 6 months

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spence-tober: day 23 - sommelier

pairing: sommelier!spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: in which your friend's bachelorette weekend ends with the handsome sommelier's number in your phone

word count: 1896

warnings: alcohol, drinking, a woman (not reader) coming onto spencer

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Unlike some of the other fellow women in the bachelorette party, you were grateful that your best friend, the bride, decided for a more classy approach for her bachelorette weekend.

Although, really anything would be more classy than renting male strippers in Las Vegas and wearing pink feather boas and fake plastic tiaras and getting hammered.

You had also agreed to take any blame for the complains of the other bridesmaids in the party for planning a chill weekend at a nice wine vineyard so your friend could get off scot free.

Perhaps it was the bad memories of vodka and tequila in your 20s that turned the both of you off a bachelorette in Vegas, but you were glad to indulge her wishes for a ‘classier’ bachelorette weekend.

It was just this morning that the whole party had taken a small shuttle bus to the vineyard about two hours away and you were glad to see the tension of your friend’s shoulders lessen as she stepped off the bus. The wedding planning had been hectic for her and you were just happy to relieve some of the burden by taking care of most of the bridesmaids dibacles. After all, you were her maid of honor.

Today on the agenda you had planned, you’d all tour around the beautiful vineyard that stretched on for acres and acres and then have a private wine tasting before retiring for the night to your own devices.

The tour had been absolutely stunning. Seeing the grapes on the vines, just rows and rows of crops for the eyes to see. Then you had seen the large wine cellars where it ages and some of the rooms with large machinery where it was processed and actually turned into wine.

You had picked this specific vineyard because it was on the smaller scale and would be a more intimate experience for your small group. The owners, Jennifer Jareau and Will LaMontagne, greeted you as you arrived off your shuttle. They’re not too much older than you despite owning and operating a small scale wine vineyard.

Your face burned with embarrassment when one of your fellow bridesmaids tried to flirt with Will and was glad when Jennifer didn’t seem too offended by her actions. She was soon warded off with the glimmering of the couple’s matching wedding rings and their adorable 5-year old son who wanted to help show you all to your lodgings.

Your tour guide, however, was not so lucky to escape the flirtations and comments from the rogue bridesmaid. Poor Spencer Reid, you thought quite often as he guided your group around the vineyard. The one bridesmaid was spurned on with confidence when some of the other girls giggled at her comments which were down right dirty.

How Spencer didn’t turn as red as a tomato when she commented about the sizes of the grapes on the vine and then grabbed them in a very very weird way is beyond you. Because you certainly lit up like a Christmas tree.

After finishing the tour, you were beginning to dread the wine tasting and how adding alcohol to the risque girl would be a good idea.

Luckily it so far seemed like she was a quiet drunk and instead left to flock to the rest of the bridesmaids’ sides for the majority of the wine tasting.

As your friends chatted over tasting a few glasses of red wine, you veer off over to the bar where Spencer, your tour guide and sommelier, was polishing wine glasses.

You understand why the bridesmaid was trying to get attention. The man was downright beautiful with his chocolate brown eyes and chiseled jawline. His scruff and wild hair only added to the handsomeness of the tall, slender, man.

“Hi,” You say, getting the man’s attention. You can feel your cheeks warming up with second hand embarrassment, “I just wanted to apologize for my friend over there.”

You point behind yourself to the table where she sits, quietly (thankfully) nursing a glass of red wine. “What she said is completely inappropriate and I understand if you don’t feel comfortable taking care of our group for the rest of our weekend here.”

He smiles at you, gratefully, “It’s okay.” Spencer says shaking his head.

“No,” You reiterate, “It’s really not. I’ll try to keep her away from you and manage her better. That’s really just how she is, but that doesn’t excuse her behavior.” You promise.

He doesn’t comment on your response but instead gives you a smile and puts down the cloth and glass in hand. “Can I get you something to drink?” He asks, gesturing his hand to the wall of wine bottles.

You shake your head, “No, that’s okay. I’m good for now.”

“You’re not a wine drinker?” He inquires curiously.

Shaking your head again, you answer, “I’d just rather stay sober. Make sure everything goes okay tonight and all.” You send him a nervous smile.

This was your first time being the maid of honor for anybody and you just wanted to make sure your friend didn’t have to stress about anything and that she would have a perfect time leading up to her wedding.

“Designated driver?” He guesses.

“More like maid of honor.” You correct lightly.

“Ah,” Spencer says, hands dipping underneath the bar, “So you planned this weekend, then?”

You nod, “Yep! I just wanted to make sure everyone had a fun time.”

Turning your head to glance back to your friend group, your cheeks burn a little in embarrassment when your friend and bride to be wiggles her eyebrows at you and throws you a thumbs up in encouragement.

Thankfully, Spencer was busy mixing up a drink in a smaller tumbler style glass for you and you hope he didn’t see the way your friend was making eyes at the two of you.

“Here, try this,” Spencer says, offering you the drink in his hand.

The drink is a bit bubbly and has a red tint, but is transparent in color and topped with a small sprig of what you identify to be rosemary.

You take it in your hand, but shoot him an inquistive look.

“It’s just club soda, cranberry juice, and a splash of lemon juice.” Spencer informs you, keeping his eyes on you as you take a light sip of the drink.

“Hm!” You noise in delight, looking down at the drink. “That’s pretty good. Refreshing.” You describe, “Why do you have so many mixers in a wine bar?” You question, non-accusingly.

Spencer shrugs and goes back to polishing some wine glasses, putting them back on a holding rack when done. “I used to be a bartender before JJ and Will opened the vineyard to tourists. When they book events, I can still work the bar.”

“So you’re friends with the owners?”

He smiles, like he’s thinking back at precious memories, “Yeah, JJ and I used to work at the same bar. Then they got married and saved enough money to buy a small vineyard. I didn’t want to bartend forever, people get rowdy and wasted every night. So they offered me a job and I took it.”

“That sounds nice.” You comment, then looking back at your friend group again. “But I’m sure you’re still around rowdy drunks every now and then.”

Spencer chuckles at your observation. “Not nearly as often anymore.”

You both laugh a little.

“You know, you didn’t have to apologize for your friend back there.” Spencer tells you, although a grateful expression remains on his face.

You shake your head in disagreement, “No, I did. I booked this weekend and I’m responsible for my group. If I thought I could get her to apologize, I would, but she would likely just flirt with you again. You shouldn’t be subjected to that when you’re just doing your job.”

“Well, thank you.” Spencer says genuinely, “It’s happened more times than you think.”

“Rich wine snobs?” You guess with a knowing smile.

He nods and a grin appears on his face, “Right on the nose. How’d you know?”

“I work in event planning.” You reveal, you take your finger and roam it about the rim of the glass as you talk to Spencer.

He’s propped up against the bar now done with polishing glasses. He’s leaned up against the tall wooden counter and you also realize you’re leaning forward as well. Spencer’s very tall, as he’s standing against the bar top he still towers over you as you sit on a bar stool talking to him.

As you are reminded of the reason you are at the vineyard, you glance once again back to the table of bridesmaids and see them having fun amongst themselves, mixing different glasses of red wine together.

You feel comfortable enough to leave them to their own devices while you talk to Spencer and feel yourself relax a bit not having to worry about the party of women.

“Oh, did you plan your friend’s wedding as well?” Spencer inquires.

You shake your head back and forth, “No, I usually stick to smaller events. Weddings are way too stressful. I’d rather deal with a rich wine snob over a bride or groomzilla any day.”

“Really?” He asks surprised.

You nod and confirm, “Yep, you would not believe some of the horror stories I’ve heard.”

The both of you share a laugh and Spencer leans in a little closer, but hesitates at first, unsure of himself. “Do you live in the area?” He asks cautiously.

You look at him with a slightly confused expression on your face, “Sort of. Why?” You answer vaguely.

He bashfully continues on, “If you’re looking for more work, JJ and Will have been looking for someone to handle the event side of the vineyard. They wanna focus on the wine production part.”

“Oh.” You can only find yourself saying.

“We’re a really small team and don’t have a lot of people full time here, but it’s good work and you’d really only have to come in half the time.” Spencer explains a bit more. Then he leans away from you, searching around the bar for a small cocktail napkin.

He pats his pockets until he draws out a pen and scribbles on the small piece of paper napkin, then handing it to you.

“Go ahead and enjoy the rest of your weekend, but, um, if you’re interested you can contact JJ or Will or, uh, me.”

You accept the napkin from him and look at it, intrigued by the offer. Limiting yourself to smaller scale events led to you usually being busy closer to holidays so it was a good offer. You couldn’t promise him anything yet, especially without talking to the owners, but you’d think about it.

“Thanks.” You say simply.

“And,” Spencer adds on, “just so you know, I wouldn’t be averse to getting to know you outside of work and all either.”

His cheeks and the tips of his ears redden as he looks down at the bar top. You steal a glance at his flushed face and then also steel your gaze downwards when he catches you staring.

Your rowdy friends eagerly and loudly beckon you back to the table and you leave Spencer behind the bar, but not before thumbing delicately at the corner of the napkin with his number on it.

a/n: this was hard to think of an ending but i hope this classifies as a meet cute? i originally ended this with him asking her out but thought that would be a tad inappropriate when he's supposed to be working so i changed it to be a bit more ambiguous. i have another blurb or hc in mind with this pairing so you might see it again...

#criminal minds #criminalminds #spencer reid #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fluff #dr. spencer reid #criminal minds fic #spencer reid au #spencer reid fanfic

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littleartbot · 1 year

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Mxtx-tober 2022: Family (children/babies)

Rogue cultivator!family au

#Wangxian #lan zhan #Lan wangji #Wei wuxian #Wei ying #lan sizhui #Lan yuan #Wen yuan #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #Mxtx #Mxtxtober #mxtxtober22

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impossible-rat-babies · 6 months

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oc-tober day 20–o’ravi soltholia (she/her) for @the-rogue-mockingjay !

#myart #ffxiv #oc-tober 2023 #I hope you like her!#she’s so good I love how spunky she is ;—;

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skygummis · 7 months

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First four days of OC-tober! Brief rambling under the cut. I enjoy them lots 💖💞

🐙 Day 1: Tide (she/they) - Tide means a lot to me! They were originally created as a Splatoon OC, and I still use them as such in their Splatoon story!.. but I also really enjoy the human / original iteration of them, since I have freedom to work outside of a fandom scene, if that makes sense. They are happy go-lucky, always trying to see the best in people, even when things are tough. Even after all they've been through. Picking a favorite is never easy but they're currently the gummi OC, so it works. I treasure them, and I'm so glad so many people love them as much as I do.

🐱 Day 2: Sun'sae (he/they) - I recently picked up FFXIV to give it a try, since I do enjoy going through MMO kicks from time to time. I instantly got attached. I enjoy my he/they catguy and he keeps running through my head while I craft his story. Still not hugely developed, but I hope to figure out more!

🎵 Day 3: Piper (they/them) - I have plenty of OCs that are much older (including the OC I drew for day 4), but when I think of old OCs of mine, Piper is just so... iconic. My D&D player character for a good couple years until things fizzled out, their story is... just so wild and fun to me still. A rogue/bard multi-class who casts magic through dance, reckless and started out as that classic "brooding and edgy" character who gradually got softer and softer until traumatic things happened and they started to fall off the deep end. Just a little.

🐇 Day 4: Kaires (she/her) - One of my oldest characters ever, and probably the oldest OC I have that I still think about a lot. As mentioned, she could have gone into the previous category. She's been redesigned a LOT over the past 12 years though-- more than any other OC I've had-- that I felt it was more apt to put her here. She went from being a fandom OC to human, to differently-designed human, to rabbit hybrid, to a wererabbit, design always changing a lot as I went. I really enjoy where her design has landed, and I think this is where she'll be staying.

Questions are welcome if anyone feels inclined! I always love talking about them

#bweirdoctober #oc-tober #oc: tidal #oc: sun'sae #oc: piper #oc: kaires #my art

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bobparkhurst · 7 months

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[picrew] A Bit Of Background Context First: I don't tend to share OCs. I've done it... a handful of times. But they are fun and I love other people's and i love mine too. So, I've decided to pick up with the @almost-a-class-act's spooky prompts for October, a form of OC-tober as well.

So... every time I pick up a spooky prompt (not daily), I'll be picking up with an existing or new OC. They're not necessarily introductions - these are primarily for me to get used to sharing anything. So yeah, probably a lot of in media res.

Anyway. This one is Christine Basset. She features in an SAS Rogue Heroes fic I'm working on as we speak. Somewhere in the middle of four siblings, Chris found a purpose she never knew she had during the war, working as a driver for the National Fire Service. Now the war is over, the pressure to return to more domestic endeavours is high, and she will navigate that the best she can.

Character A tries to convince Character B that it's too early to put the Halloween decorations up

Mike is almost out the door and already congratulating himself on a job well done when the upstairs window flies open and a loud voice rings out into the evening.

“Michael Sadler, that had better not be you skulking around my front garden.”

He freezes and tries to flatten himself behind one of the rather unruly rose bushes that he’s been assuring his wife he’ll definitely manage to tame sometime, but the slipper that zips just past his nose and lands with a soft thwomp on the path in front him him lets him know that he’s been entirely unsuccessful in the attempt. He sighs heavily and stoops to pick it up.

Chris leans out of it, arms folded and eyebrow raised. He waves the slipper sheepishly back at her.

“If I told you I was just letting the dog out, would you believe me?” he calls up. Chris makes a show of considering it, before fixing him with another skeptical stare. He grimaces. “She’s on the bed, isn’t she?”

“You know, I told my mother I’d landed a clever one,” Chris says, voice dry. “Get back inside and bring that back in with you.”

She doesn’t mean the slipper.

Tucked under his arm, wrapped hastily in an old towel, is possibly the most terrifying thing Mike’s ever seen in his life, and all things considered, that ought to be saying something. He isn’t sure where Chris’s brother got it from, except possibly Hell itself, and more to the point, he has absolutely no idea why his wife likes it so much. Some hand-painted sheepskin mask, lopsided and sewn together with clumsy stitches to form some kind of nightmarish amalgamation of what looks like several different imaginary creatures created by someone who has never seen an animal before in his life.

The mask had been sitting undisturbed where he had hidden it when it had first come into the house, somewhere buried underneath a stack of newspapers and three tins of paint, for months. He’d almost jumped out of his own skin when he had arrived home from the pub and found it staring at him with its uncanny lifeless eyes from the kitchen window. It had made the carved jack o lantern next to it look like some cherubic effigy.

Chris had intended it, she said, as decoration for the Halloween party they were hosting tomorrow and actually, it was beautiful and perfect for the job. Mike had asked her if she expected anyone to actually enter the house if that objectively petrifying thing was staring at them. She didn’t seem to think it was as reasonable a question as he did and they had found themselves then eagerly squaring up for an argument.

But then the oven had begun to smoke and both of them had been somewhat distracted for the next several minutes. By the time the situation had been dealt with and the dinner almost rescued, they had entirely forgotten what they had been arguing about in the first place.

It hadn’t been until he’d gone downstairs to answer a late night call of nature that he’d realised - with an alarmed shriek that he was sure was very manly and dignified - that he was just going to have to take matters into his own hands and resolve this untenable situation of That Thing Inside His Home himself. And that decision had lead to his wife sitting down on the bottom of the stairs with one bare foot and an expectant expression.

The slipper he hands to her first when he comes back inside. She tugs it back onto her foot, before holding out a hand for the other package.

“The party isn’t till tomorrow,” he tries, with what he hopes is his most appealing smile. “Chris. My love. Please see clearly.” He pats the towel. “This is horrifying. This is the worst thing that anyone has ever brought into our home. Including Jasper.”

Jasper is their miserable and mysteriously aged cat. Neither of them are going to bother arguing about this objective fact.

“It’s supposed to be scary,” she replies. Her lips twitch. “My love.”

“Sweetheart…”

“Beloved…”

She shuffles up against the wall as he sits down next to her. From above, a small terrier begins to clatter itself down the steps, happily snuffling at the sight of its two favourite people. The towel Mike tucks down on the other side of him and holds his hands out, palms up. After a moment, Chris rolls her eyes and places her hands in his.

“If I don’t make a fuss about it during the party, can it at least live outside tonight?”

“What about tomorrow night?”

He considers for a moment. “Could we burn it?”

“No.” She squeezes his hands and leans in, nose pressed against his. “But... if it goes back in the cupboard under the paint until next Halloween, will that be acceptable?”

She plants a light kiss on his lips, which technically is cheating in these negotiations, but he decided to feel magnanimous in this small victory.

He’ll have at least a few hours to convince one of the neighbour children to steal it during the party anyway.

#war is helloween #sas rogue heroes oc #oc: christine basset #sas rogue heroes #mike sadler x oc #mike sadler #bob: spooky prompts

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spadaaces · 6 months

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Oc-tober day 22: Weapon of choice

Local edgy kitty rogue can be little a cool, as a treat :]

Any excuse to draw Eclipse is one I take with glee, she was my first dnd character and is extremely dear to me - I really hope I get to play as her again in the future<3

Prompt list below

By Askanslostfins on tik tok

#don't get emotional about your first dnd campaign challenge FAILED I'm always thinking abt and missing mischief managers #oc tober #oc-tober #oc tober 2023 #dnd #art tag #oc tag #oc: Eclipse (Of the Moon)

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keeperartwork · 6 months

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OC-tober Zodiac Edition Day 13 The party got a taste of their firest rivals in the form of The Estafadors, a treasure hunting party lead by Maverick Valencia the Human Rogue. He's a suave and cocky guy who enjoys taunting the party, going so far as to call them The Condiments because they always have to catch up.

#oc_tober #oc tober 2023 #dnd #dungeons and dragons #dnd character #art #artist on tumblr #digital art #clip studio paint #LotZ #maverick

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