OC DESIGN CONTEST(OPEN WITH PRIZES) OC DESIGN CONTEST
A contest thats designing an original character for yourself to keep!! Cause im not trying to make yall draw my ocs smh
--How to join--
Comment with this format
Contest entry: -Link to deviation-
Theme: -word or number of the theme used-
-MUST BE A FULL BODY OR CHIBI!
-Must include the written bio!!
-Humanoids and anthros only. No ferals
-Must be colored. Effort gives a bigger chance to win
-Only 2 submissions allowed
-No reusing designs!! This will be an immediate disqualification!
-Gore okay but please dont add in weird fetishes on the character visual
-No copying designs! This will be an immediate disqualification!
-Definitely no tracing, bases or adopt designs. Must be YOUR art!
-Youre very free with your design
(The ocs you create need to be based on one of these 10 themes)
--ONLY ONE NEEDS TO BE THE MAIN THEME!--
Whim - GiD -Matthew was pissed off.
He was lying on his bed, struggling against the ropes tied around his body.
His wrists were bound behind his back and his arms had been pinned to his body under and above the elbows. His legs were now feeling like one big leg as they were tied at the ankles, shins and thighs.
Matthew felt like being a giant worm and all his squirming and pulling weren't helping.
Talking about that, he couldn't even call for help. A rag was stuff in his mouth and sealed by a lot of tape wounded around his head and an other rag was tied on top, covering his nose and making breathing being hard.
Out of breath he stopped struggling and let out a cry of frustration muffled by the gag.
Was he alone? He didn't know: a blindfold had been applied. Truly he couldn't get out now.
Maybe he would be able to reach the knots at his wrists. With some efforts.
But all of these have been done for what?
Just because the author wanted to see Matthew tied up. The teenager rolled his eyes, gru
ToolboxCorey lugged his father’s heavy toolbox up the stairs, panting heavily.
“Dad! I got your junk box!” That’s what his dad called it, due to his tendencies to shove the leftovers of his projects inside. It was full to bursting with old nails, washers, and screws that never seemed to be of any use. He paused at the entrance to the basement in confusion. His father always answered when he called. Maybe he can’t hear you, a little voice suggested from the back of his mind. Corey slowly made his way to the upper floor, where his door had to be replaced. “Dad?” He dropped the toolbox at the landing. His father’s tools- or what he’d had at the time- were scattered across the floor, the man himself notably absent. A chill went down Corey’s spine as he knelt next to his door. “Dad! Where are you?” Someone behind him chuckled.
“Well, this is cute.” He whirled around just as the man behind him clenched both his fist
Pic by bondlicitus
I honestly don't know what I'm gonna post next :I
also if you pay me i'll probably draw you whatever you like
feed my ego and request I draw something
Art trades are Bueno but I make no promises on how long they'd take
Ask me about my oc