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i would like to know about the ocs 🫴🏽

bless you

ok I have way more than just these but these are the current standouts, maybe I’ll do a part 2 tomorrow bc i cant stop talking about my silly little guys

Emmett & Marasmus: Newest oc for dnd, pact of the undead warlock. Emmett was just living his life til he ate the wrong mushroom for dinner and it revealed itself to be a god named Marasmus that wants people to praise it, so it took over poor Emmett’s body and puppeted him around, turning his hometown into a cult. Emmett broke out of his stupor and escaped after nearly feeding a spore to his brother and he’s been running ever since, his body slowly being eaten by the monster that inhabits him. Also they bicker constantly, real Beacon and Duck Newton vibes.

Emmett is truly just some guy who doesn’t deserve to have this wannabe god parasite stuck to him but that’s how these things go. He’s so sweet and ofc he loves his family bc I’m predictable and make that a trait for nearly all my ocs. I tend to avoid family drama or at least do it in a different way than most people, in that I prefer my characters to be striving to get back home or avoiding going home because they feel they don’t deserve to be a part of their family anymore, but always always always they are loved despite everything bad they’ve done/think they’ve done. I really hope the game goes long enough to see Emmett get to hug his brother again and forgive his mom for not being able to help him, he’s the only one of my ocs who’s been wronged by his family and even then its neither of their fault. God he needs a hug so bad

Salem & Erin: god this guy is so fun. Salem is a skellington who started as a rich brat that got peer pressured into a ritual that makes you immortal, 40 years later he had a heart attack, died for a second, and then started rotting alive. He spent decades alone in his big mansion haunting his own halls, bored out of his skull. Occasionally people would come thru, be terrified by him or try to kill him, but largely he was just left there. It took him years to work up the courage to enter his son’s room and reminisce about him; he was married a long time ago, but as soon as he floated the idea of having his spouse and child go through the ritual too they up and left him.

Eventually a realtor, Erin, comes to the house to sell it, and she’s the only person who isn’t scared of him. It’s the first conversation Salems had in years and they become friends, her daughter Olivia makes clothes for Salem to disguise his form and help him gain the courage to leave the house more and more. Salem lets more people into the house, especially artists he really loves art, and eventually lets people live there while he moves in with Erin and Olivia once he feels safe enough to live among people again.

Originally Erin and Salem were supposed to just be friends but ofc I started shipping them and ughhh they make me insane. They’re both divorcees and have talked at length about how they’ll never make that mistake again, but Salems been in love with Erin since the beginning. And he’s the least subtle person on the planet so ofc everyone knows, including Erin and she’s just patiently waiting for the day when Salem admits how they feel, however long it takes. I made Salem for dnd and his quest is basically to find a way to undo his immortality, but tbh every time he joins a campaign it dies soon after so I think I want to try making a comic or a series of vignettes or something for him anyway, especially since I’ve had a lot of time to think about plot hooks and stuff.

this is the only fic i have them but i really love it please clap

Tillian & Somlen: The OCs of All Time. I literally have a tattoo representing them, they mean so goddamn much to me its hard to put into words like they changed me as a person. Somlen isn’t my oc, he belongs to my dm, but the two are so tied together and influenced each other so much it all kinda blends together.

Tillian is a haunted one bard who grew up in the town of Winslow, a little prairie town that had something Wrong in the well that caused all the sounds to warp. The crops whispered, the blueberries gossiped, her mom echoed, her dad sang, her brother spoke backwards, and when Tillian herself spoke everyone would hear something different (I had a d100 list for what they would hear). After someone disappeared while doing recon inside the well, the town boarded it up and went their separate ways. When Tillian’s family went to stay with her aunt, she said hello to her cousin and instantly killed him with her voice.

She went to bard college to help get her voice back, and as the game started she was simply looking for answers to why this happened and what caused it. She meets with the group, starts adventuring, and one fight goes so bad she gets fully 3 failed death saves killed. Something picks her out of the river of death and brings her back to life, and that’s when she buys a haunted doll, a homebrew item from TAZ that takes that final death onto itself.

As the adventurers leave town, she feels her bag moving on to find oh fuck the doll is alive and its an asshole. The doll says his name is Somlen and he was cursed after he slept with the wrong person. Tillian HATES this guy at first but ah fuck, if she dies he’s going to die in her place so she has to be more careful. And as she talks to him more, she starts to warm up to him. He cheated on his girlfriend and he’s the perfect picture of the horny bard trope, but he wants to do better and become a better person.

Things happen, yadda yadda, Tillian finds out the location of the hag that cursed him and they kill her, taking the curse away but Somlen is still stuck in the doll body, they need powerful magic to get him polymorphed back to human. The group decides to go to a city but, as a lark, one of the npcs decides to try her luck to change him back and she rolls a goddamn nat 20. Somlen is human again and oh god he’s in his birthday suit. While Tillian is in total shock, the group gets him clothed, Somlen jokes around and plays it cool up until he gets back to Tillian, who just. Wordlessly takes her signature scarf, the one her dad knit for her, and wraps it around him and hugs him. And it hits them both like, they did it, he’s safe, and Somlen would do anything for her and vice versa.

They go into the city where they get a clue to visit the outskirts where Tillian’s aunts house is, except its old, like really really old, all that’s left is a hole down into the basement. And when they get in, Tillian can feel something trying to communicate with her, and she learns this place is over 2000 years old and so is she. That night, when she sleeps, she wakes up inside the well surrounded by hundreds of faces and she knows every single one of them. The thing that lives in the well tells her to bring her friends back for it, and that’s when it hits her: This thing, the Uvuuduam, has been sending her out every hundred years to go collect a group of adventurers and bring them back to feed them to this monster. It controlled her into tracking down every villager of Winslow and throwing them down into the well, including her mom and dad and brother. She is as much the thing haunting her home as this awful creature is.

She wakes up, silently collects her things, and leaves everyone behind to spare them. They catch up, ofc, but she is desperate to spare them from this fate. She offers them a anti-scrying necklace so they can leave her and be untrackable, but no one agrees to take it, they’re all in it to save her much as she begs them not to. She is absolutely broken by this revelation, but the group and especially Somlen are there to hold her together.

They send some time leveling up and preparing to go to her town, and finally the day comes when they arrive. They go into the well and face the Uvuuduam, it’s a tough fight (we had a irl sleepover to play it all the way thru), but they do it and she severs this horrible things neck as she screams, her voice finally returning to her after all these years. Everyone in the well wakes up, she reunites with her family, and (this part always makes me cry) when she sleeps that night, it’s the first restful sleep she’s had in 2000 years. She and Somlen stay behind in Winslow, finally home.

Like. They are truly everything to me. They are foils in so many ways but it just makes them stronger. Tillian is an aromantic bard, helping me realize I myself am aro, and it always gets to me that she loved so fiercely and so much and it was used as a weapon against her, that the monster knew it could depend on her to make connections strong enough to make people willing to do anything for her and therefore bring back its food. She loves too much for her own good, but she’s safe now, she’s with her family and the people she loves and god forbid anything try to take advantage of her ever again.

Also these two are just funny. Two halves of a whole idiot. Tillian is a neurotic mess at all times, Somlen is full of himself, they’re life partners and also an inseparable comedy duo. They’ve seen each other at their very worst and choose each other without hesitation over and over. They’ve both had their free will ripped from them thru curses and manipulation and they vow to break the hold others have on them, they would tear the world in half if the other asked. And just. Tillian wants nothing more than to return home while Somlen runs as far away from his past as possible, but he finds a home in her and he helps her win back hers. They love each other and they are best friends forever :’) also I’ve written so many fics about them and I still have so many more I want to write lmao

#tillian and somlen #emmett #salem #i could talk about tillian and somlen for ten thousand years and i will #ocs

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dooplissss · 3 years

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oc&oc fic, thats it thats the post good night

Here is that look again, this time in green and hazel. The disappointment, the panic, the regret, the betrayal, it’s all there, but it’s so much worse when it’s him. He looks down at her as the thingpulls it’s scythe-like head out of his chest, and she know it’s the last thing he wants from her but she can’t help moving forward to grab him, break his fall as much as she can. And he’s just staring at her all the while, judging her surely, hating her definitely. She promised him, she thought she could protecthim, and she was wrong, every time she is wrong and she never learns. She tries to staunch the blood, begging for his forgiveness, but he’s already gone, her friends aren’t far behind, why did she let herself think it would go any other way-

She wakes up. She can hear herself screaming, she cuts it off before whatever is coming out can wake the whole ship up. Her hands come up to her face, and she crushes her palms against her eyes to keep the tears in, lets out a deep shuddering breath. It’s not a new dream, not by a long shot, but there’s something about the way that thing has messed with her mind makes her dreams so vivid. She drags her hands down her face, looking up at the faux night sky on the ceiling for a moment before she moves to get out of bed, but there’s a light grip on her shoulder.

“You ok?” Somlen asks, still half asleep but quickly stirring himself awake. Whatever she was screaming didn’t seem to alarm him at least, hopefully no one else heard her. The last thing she wants is anyone fretting over a regular nightmare, especially one so familiar. She puts her hand over his and rubs her thumb against it, telling him, “Just go back to sleep.” She really doesn’t want to see his eyes.

But ever the contrarian, he sits up and gentle pushes her back down, the slight dip in their shared hammock making her roll to face him. He cups her face, lets her avoid eye contact but keeps his own steady gaze on her. He knows the signs by now when she’s thinking about it; if he doesn’t get through to her now she’ll be closed off most of the day, and especially not today, not when they have to maintain their high score at games night. “Tillian. It’s going to work, you know it is. You’ve spent centuries finding a way out, you have proof, it can’t have manipulated any of that.”

She sighs, already admitting he’s right once again, and she tucks her head under his chin, letting gravity fit them together. “It was you this time.”

He makes a sound like he’s been kicked in the lungs before wrapping her up in blankets and his arms and kisses the top of her head as usual. She can just barely feel the pulse of his heartbeat where her forehead meets his neck, hear him breath as he searches for an answer, and she cherishes his humanity almost as much as he himself does. He swallows and puts on a smile, “You don’t need to worry about me when the time comes. I’m tough, you know, I’m scrappy, and I’m going to be unstoppable, we all are. That’s the plan, right?”

She’s trying but she can’t help the defeated tone in her voice, “I know. I know, I know, but still.”

“We’re going to put everything we got into this fight, it’s going to be sung about for ages. Or maybe it’ll be way easier than you think, how embarrassing would that be for it?” he chuckles and he feels a slight shake from her and knows she laughed too. His voice softens but he lets a little judgement creep in as he asks, “What makes you think we can’t handle it?”

“It’s not that, really, its not. It’s all on me, it’s always my fault. I’m supposed to protect everyone but everyone ends up protecting me instead, and they get hurt every time. I should be taking the hits, I’m the one bringing everyone down, I’m the reason they’re here,” her fist lightly beats against his chest with every sentence before he careful takes it in his, bringing it up to his face to chastely kiss her knuckles. She sighs apologetically, continuing, “It always picks on my partners most during the fights. With Eider it was having the time of its life, but with Charlotte… there was real hate there, just pure rage. It usually really loves to play with its food, makes them ‘tastier’. And I’m terrified for you, I don’t want to see what it has planned for you. It could be quick, it could be hours, maybe even days, but it’s definitely not going to be painless. God, I’m so sorry.” This time she wraps her arms around him, pulling him close as she starts to tremble.

He remembers back when he was a doll, just sitting on the bed (with permission of course!) waiting patiently for morning, and she’d scoop him up in her sleep like a real kid’s doll. The first time he’d panicked, worried she’d be angry with him, accuse him to trying to make a move, but no, she’d woken up and gave him a squeeze along with a sleepy “Guh mornin’” and gotten out of bed like he hadn’t been dreading her response for sleepless hours. No kicking him out of bed, no passive comments trying to get him to leave faster, not even begging him to stay. Hell, she started leaving a spot open on the pillow for him and an arm crooked in case he wanted to crawl over and make himself comfy at any point, always on his terms. When did that become normal for them? Did it scare her at any point how comfy they were getting, or was that all him? Sometimes it hit him how lucky he was, that not only was she willing to save him but she happened to love him too. The idea that she was worried that their relationship wouldn’t be fulfilling enough for him was insulting, and if anyone but her had insinuated that he’d have knocked them out cold.

“I don’t care. I don’t give a shit what it does to me, because what you’re going to do to it will be far, far worse.” He barks out a laugh and Tillian jumps a bit, “As if it could even touch me with you around, as if you’d let it lay a tentacle on me! There’s nowhere on the planet safer than being next to you, that’s just a fact of my life. You saved me and you just keep on saving me. I’d like to see it try to get past you in this fight, it doesn’t stand a fucking chance.”

He smiles ear to ear against her shocked face, daring her to argue against him. But he’s right as usual, and the corner of her lip tilts up. “Don’t flatter yourself, I’m only getting in the way to make sure you don’t discover you have a weird, very specific fetish, that’s all.”

He snorts, settling back down again. He ruffles her hair as she untenses herself, reality washing out the false visions of her nightmare. She’s told him time and time again that he doesn’t owe her shit for saving him, the curse is broken and he’s alive and that’s enough, but still he chooses to return the favor, little by little. It’s a debt he plans on never fully resolving, because it isn’t really a debt; after all his years of being a Wesmaine fuck-up, he sometimes forgets that not all things have consequences, not everything is revenge lying in wait or opportunists making their move. It’s always been hard for him to recognize real earnestness, but its looking at him right now in their bed, trusting him completely, before curling up against his chest, telling him to sleep well, and thanks, you know, for everything.

#i was gonna write a completely different pairing but ONCE AGAIN UGH #i'm not bothering putting this on ao3 #tillian and somlen #dnd

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