#(other ocs) hornet

[adsurgitvagus]

To awake in the night, crying "Set me free"

[greencharisard]

Fanart for @lilybug-02!

I don't often post here but I just had to, Dewie is so adorable and I love the concept of a human interacting with the Hollow Knight world and I'm surprised it hasn't been explored more.

Hornet is eepy after babysitting everyone, Ghost is combat stimming, Quirrel is questioning his life and Zote is Zote.

Hollow knight AU by LilyBug art by me, do not copy, trace, repost, reuse ecc without my permission please.

[k5shasstuff]

my last doodles ((and work in progress)

[steampoweredwerehog]

“Life’s been kicking my butt lately so I’m gonna try to take it eas—“ *makes another Guy*

This is Renn, a depressed forest ranger who realizes he’s managing an alter ego that apparently does magic & likes property damage.

Oh he’s on Artfight btw

[rkn001]

attacks i've done for art fight this july!

in order of piece:

xylocopa man (with a bit of xylohornet that i partly cropped out on AF) for @tinyreploid

genesis for @nyaterpillar

station man for Stu-Pidface on AF

insect woman (feat. my pilot man) for Sheeppun on AF

[squarebracketsmileyface]

this might be a weird question, so forgive me if it is, but in the Lark Lives AU of Pretty Girl Propaganda, do you think there'd be times that Lark would get jealous of Tim being the one to be pregnant and eventually nurse Birdie? as in, since Lark is the transfemme/would be the mama in the situation, would she ever feel like 'pregnancy is normally a 'woman's' job, and i'm a woman, this isn't fair'? i saw a tidbit on uterine transplants as a possible way for transgender women to be the pregnant parent, and it got me thinking.

Not a weird question at all :D I actually really love it cos it really gave me something to think about.

This got long again so it's under the thingy, because when do they not when it comes to me talking about Lark and everyone in PGPau? There's also a vague list of the art ideas I currently have for S,IL that I haven't drawn yet, in case you're interested in seeing that lol

I think in a version of PGPau where Lark had already realised her gender by the time birdie was born, she would be a little jealous, maybe not even jealous, it'd probably be more of a "oh I'm not doing enough, I'm not good enough, I'm not woman enough, I don't have 'proper' boobs because I can't breastfeed my baby" (if somehow she got on E and grew boobs in the like five months between getting Shot and Birdie being born lol), rather than any sort of jealousy in the way I think about it (as in, jealousy being a thing more pointed at another person and thinking they shouldn't have what they do/being angry that they have something you don't?) but I think there would also be, just, so much else going on in having a newborn that she wouldn't get a huge amount of time to think about it between looking after Birdie alongside Tim. And also just the joy of "holy shit we have a baby together, we've started a family, we lived long enough to do that!" would also help.

There would be moments though.

There would definitely be moments where she'd just feel so fucking insecure, moments where she'd feel dysphoric over it. Like, usually new mums can go to parenting classes with their babies, or mum groups, but they're so cisgender-centric that Lark would just feel so out of place. She can't talk about breast feeding, or the actual process of being pregnant or giving birth because she never had that. Tim had that. The two of them would feel very stuck figuring this all out on their own as a T4T couple. And I would like to think maybe they'd have some queer friends they could talk to about it, but if I'm being honest with myself, I think both of them would be wary about connecting with people again for a long while.

So yeah, Lark would definitely feel just generally bad about not being the one to be pregnant with or breastfeed Birdie, at least a bit. Dysphoria and just general inadequacy the way you said it, that generally childrearing is a "woman's job," and Lark would probably feel like she wasn't doing enough, like she was being neglectful in some way letting Tim feed Birdie most of the time since they chose not to go down the formula route and to mostly try to breastfeed her whenever possible. She'd double down on looking after wherever they're living to try and feel better in herself though, I think. Partly because, again the idea of "women's work" and her getting to do that would make her feel a bit more like a woman in herself, and because it'd mean that Tim wouldn't have to worry about it, he wouldn't have to stress about doing laundry or anything while he's also trying to juggle Birdie, especially right after giving birth and all that.

He definitely wouldn't let Lark do everything, at some points he'd need a break from looking after the baby, and so he'll hand her off to Lark so he can get out of the house for a bit, maybe go shopping for groceries. Or even just get out of the same room, go hide in the laundry closet for a while, or go nap. Y'know?

Those times where Tim hands Birdie over to Lark for a bit would probably be quite nice for her too, because even if she can't feed Birdie the way Tim can, she can still look after her little girl. She still has to change her stinky diapers and burp her and clean up baby barf 💀 and for the most part I think she'd be happy, I think the feelings of inadequacy and insecurity would be fairly few and far between, but they definitely would come. And with both her and Tim being exhausted constantly because, y'know, baby (they're not getting good sleep, they're constantly looking after her and all that, they don't have any support systems around them from friends and family, and they're T4T so they feel very isolated from other first time parents) those moments of feeling like shit would definitely feel way worse than they otherwise might. For both of them, honestly.

I think having a baby would be a thing that they both can find both gender dysphoria inducing and gender euphoria inducing, just depending on the thing they're doing, or the day, or how tired they are or whatever.

If Jay didn't realise he was trans until where I've kinda vaguely set It for like the 'main' version of PGPau, about 6-7 years on from the end of MH, then I do think he'd also get dysphoric about not being the one to carry Birdie and all that, but he wouldn't know WHY he was feeling like that, or maybe even WHAT he was feeling in some cases. There'd just be a lot of general "I'm not doing enough, I need to do more" and vague "why am I so upset feeling whenever I see Tim getting to breast feed our baby?" kinda stuff. I think Tim would have an inkling that something was up, but I'm not sure if he'd fully put together that it's a dysphoria thing since at that point Jay would have still been going "No. No I'm a guy, I just like wearing skirts and pretty lingerie in bed sometimes. It's nothing except a sex thing shush" y'know?

I honestly think that without fully knowing what or why he was feeling, Jay would probably get into more arguments with Tim, because neither of them would be able to really understand Jay's feelings about it all. I don't think it'd fuck them up for good or anything, but I do think they'd get into tired arguments a lot more, because Jay wouldn't be able to articulate like "hey, I'm feeling really dysphoric today so I'm gonna go do [insert thing here] to try and make myself feel better" he'd just be going "idk I'm sad/angry/whatever and I don't know why or how to fix it and this is shit and I can't cope" so he'd probably get a bit snippy or sharp with Tim. And then, again, they're both fucking exhausted so things that otherwise might not have come to a head a lot quicker and leave them needing to spend a bit of time apart to calm down so they don't start shouting. Also like, hormones. Tim's just been pregnant, the hormones aren't gonna magically settle right back down straight away, especially while he's like, still chest feeding and has a newborn and all that.

This has now given me an idea for a drawing.

I decided to make a list of the drawings I wanna do. The idea this ask gave me is specifically the ones highlighted in red, cos up til now I've only really thought of like. Lark and Birdie when Birdie's a bit older, cos that's when Lark figured out she was, y'know, Lark. But this is my mess of an AU so I can fuck around the timelines literally as much as I want to. If I want Lark to have fully realised herself and look like she's been on E for ages, and to look super femme, even tho it's only been like 5 months since the end of MH, I can just do that.

I know for a fact that the "Chapter 10 (⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)" one is gonna get done eventually. The others are so far just things I wanna draw but have no clue if/when I will. Chapter 10 (as in ch. 10 of My Girl) is 100% gonna get done at some point before I post chapter 10, so it can go up with that chapter whenever it's written lol.

Please excuse my handwriting above. I have an everything ache rn

[spark-circuit]

working getting my captain ocs back in LobCorp so i can get proper transparent pngs of them for shitposts (Nine should be in Extraction) but!!!!! the squad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

bonus image:

*cheery Rema voice* "Just the two of us!~" *deadpan but still sincere Piper voice* "We can make it if we try.~"

[ghostclangen]

Marshlily’s head swims as she stares at the scene in front of her. She’s aware, dimly, of what’s going on—the blood spilling from Hornetstar’s torn throat, Fireflash’s chest heaving with grief—but her brain refuses to process it, as if there’s a layer of fog between her eyes and her head. Her body knows, though. Her stomach clenches with disgust and worry, and her breath is shaky.

“I’m sorry,” Fireflash whimpers, though whether it’s to her or to Hornetstar alone, she’s not sure. “I’m so sorry.”

Marshlily drifts in and out of awareness, her brain having to re-notice the situation every few moments, as if it’s spitting the knowledge back out over and over. Hornetstar is spasming on the ground now. There’s no light in her eyes. Marshlily had blacked out when she herself took one of Hornetstar's lives, and only now does she come to realize how merciful that was. 

She’s unsure how long it takes, but at some point, Hornetstar opens her eyes again, as if life has been physically breathed into her lungs. They look different, though. There’s no warmth behind them; instead, it’s a heat, something akin to fire, if fire could feel frantic. Marshlily’s ears ring with the words of the voice from the dream she had moons and moons ago: Hornetstar’s not here. As much as she tried to deny it, she always knew the meaning of it, and here it is, right in front of her. There’s nothing left in Hornetstar’s eyes but an animalistic rage.

Still, when Fireflash unsheaths his claws again, she calls out, almost involuntarily: “Fireflash, stop! She only has one life left.” 

Fireflash doesn’t look at her, still braced in anticipation of Hornetstar’s claws on his flanks. “We need to do this,” he says tersely. “Look at her.”

“But she’s not always like this!” Marshlily protests. “And- and what if she does get through it? We can’t just give up on her!”

“I don’t want to do it either,” Fireflash says, backing away from Hornetstar as she rises unsteadily to her feet, “but I have to, okay?” His voice cracks on the last word.

“Look, I’ll- I’ll figure something out. I’ll go to the Moongem. I’ll consult with StarClan.” 

“She’s dangerous now,” Fireflash points out, then growls lowly at Hornetstar as she approaches on unsteady feet. 

“I’ll get poppy seeds,” Marshlily says. “Our whole stash. Just get her to eat them.” 

“Marshlily, I love you, but you’re crazy.”

“Don’t you want to help her!?”

“Of course I do!” Fireflash shouts, turning sharply to face her. There isn’t anger in his eyes, though, not really; mostly, it’s a mix of fear and crushing grief. “But she’s right. I have to do this.”

Marshlily gives him a stern look, falling silent for a few moments. Then, she says, “Can you please just trust me? I won’t be long.”

The corner of Fireflash’s mouth twitches, and he turns back to Hornetstar, who thankfully is still too unsteady on her feet to be too much of a danger from so far away. “Just- just get the seeds. Right now.”

Marshlily nods. “And … and if something happens while I’m not gone …”

Fireflash glances back at her, shooting her a meaningful look, and nods. “Right. I will.”

Marshlily is only dimly aware of the shards of glowing crystal that dig into her pawpads as she runs down the path toward the Moongem. She’d made sure Hornetstar was subdued by a large dose of poppy seeds before she left, having practically shoved them down her throat, but she still has to hurry. 

Although GhostClan’s camp isn’t too terribly far from the Moongem—it’s the same cave, after all, and the mountain is only has so much hollow space—it still feels like an eon to get there. Somehow, though, she does, and finally, Marshlily comes to a halt in front of the giant blue crystal. She takes a moment to brace herself, but only a moment; she doesn’t have time to waste. Heart pounding, she settles down next to the Moongem and presses her nose to it.

“You have to help me,” Marshlily says, swinging around to look at Nettledawn, desperation in her eyes. “Hornetstar is sick. She killed Charredtail.”

She’s yowling before she even opens her eyes into Silverpelt. “Nettledawn!” she cries. “Nettledawn, we need your help! Please!”

Trembling, she waits, claws digging into the ground with impatience. It’s only when she hears Nettledawn’s voice from behind her that she allows herself to relax the tiniest bit. “Marshlily? What’s going on?”

Nettledawn’s eyes fall into a compassionate frown. “Oh, not Charredtail …”

“We’ll have time to grieve later. I need you to help me.”

“Look, I know some about Waterfur, but-”

“Why did I live when so many others didn’t?” Marshlily demands. “What do I have that they didn’t?”

Acquiescing, Nettledawn sits down and turns her head to one side, thinking. “What was it like, breaking free of the curse?”

“I- I was- I was in the Dark Forest,” Marshlily says. “Waterfur was screaming in my head, worse than ever, and I was coughing up blood. But then I heard my Clanmates’ voices calling for me.”

Nettledawn’s tail swishes anxiously from side to side as she thinks. “What then?”

“I followed their voices,” Marshlily says softly. “They lead me to a wall of fog. I jumped through, and … I woke up.”

With a sharp shake of her head, Nettledawn squeezes her eyes shut tight and says, “I don’t … The rest had clanmates, too …”

“That’s exactly why I don’t know!” Marshlily snaps, though she’s not truly frustrated with her. “Sorry. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to be. I just don’t understand.” After a second of thought, she asks, “Which clanmates did you hear?”

“I … I heard Hornetstar.” Marshlily’s own voice as she says her name; she forces herself not to cry as she continues, “And Celebi, and Crageagle, and … and Charredtail.”

“You’re close with them?”

Marshlily nods. “They’re my closest friends. I’d be lost without them.”

Nettledawn thinks for a few moments before her eyes widen again, not with shock but with the excitement of discovery. “Did Wolfstrike and the others have any close friends?”

“I suppose I am pretty well-liked …”

“I …” Marshlily tries desperately to recall, dragging her brain through the fog that surrounds it. “I think- I think they mostly kept to themselves. They didn’t have mates or anything, or anyone I’d call their best friend, really.”

“I think that’s it, Nettledawn says. “You have bonds, connections. Plenty of them. Right?”

“Well, maybe that’s it.”

Marshlily nods as she realizes what Nettledawn is saying. “I wouldn’t have been able to pinpoint it if there weren’t so many voices… I would never have found the way back.”

“So, then …”

“They died,” Marshlily says, “because they were alone.”

“Well … I can’t say for sure. It’s a hypothesis.”

“I’ll take a hypothesis,” Marshlily says, then nods sharply, trembling with renewed energy. “Look, I gotta get back. Just look out for us, okay?”

“Good luck,” Nettledawn says, worry in her voice.

“Thanks. We’ll need it.”

Her clanmates’ eyes fix on her as Marshlily runs across camp toward the leader’s den, leaving small spots of blood on the stony ground beneath her paws. Paying them no mind, she bursts into the small niche, panting with exertion. To her relief, Hornetstar is still passed out on the ground—though not peacefully, from the looks of it; even in her sleep, she spasms and growls. Fireflash stands over her, eyes fixed on her flailing body. Charredtail’s body has been taken away somewhere, though his blood still lingers on the ground. 

“Fireflash,” Marshlily calls softly, and the other cat turns and lifts his head. “Is she okay? Did anything happen?”

Fireflash turns back to Hornetstar and shakes his head again. “She’s been sleeping since you left.”

Marshlily breathes a deep sigh of relief. “Okay, good. Um, I think I know what’s going on.”

Fireflash stretches, his whole body looking exhausted, and pads over to her. “Did StarClan say something?”

“Nettledawn helped me figure it out, we think,” Marshlily says with a nod. “Wolfstrike, Scratchpounce, and Stormfall were all sorta loners, right?”

Fireflash cocks his head to the side to think for a moment, then nods. “Right.”

“But people like me,” Marshlily continues. “When I broke free of the curse, I was in the Dark Forest, but my friends’ voices lead me out. Except it took time to figure out where they were coming from, right? I needed a lot of help.”

Just like Nettledawn had, Fireflash opens his eyes wide, hope glimmering in them. “So you’re saying she’ll survive if she has enough cats that love her?”

“Well, it’s technically only a hypothesis,” Marshlily admits. “But it’s the only thing we could think of. And Hornetstar has a lot of people who love her, too. Me, you, Crageagle …”

“Let’s hope you’re right,” Fireflash says, turning his head back to Hornetstar. “So, what are we supposed to do about it?”

Marshlily falters, worriedness sinking in again. “I didn’t really come up with a plan,” she says. “I don’t think there’s anything we can do besides wait and see.”

Fireflash swallows with apprehension. “Right. I guess … Can you wait with me?”

Marshlily huffs a humorless laugh. “You thought I’d leave her side?”

With an equally humorless smile, Fireflash shakes his head. Then, with a deep, anxious sigh, he buries his face into Marshlily’s plush fur.

[ethanthespookymonth]

Skellington School AU- Nightmare Before Christmas Next Generation!

Y/N Skellington: Jack and Sally's child

Lock: Middle child and leader🔥🖤

Shock: Oldest🪄💜

Barrel: Youngest 🍭💀

Jack Skellington: Father of Y/N and the head of Skellington School💀🖤

Sally: Mother of Y/N and secretary of Skellington School

Dr. Finkelstein: Science teacher

Mrs. Finkelstein: Wife of Dr. Finkelstein

[calscompositions]

some pencil art i’ve not uploaded here yet (and one that was outlined with sharpie but it was pencil first)

if you’d like to know anything about the OCs featured here feel free to ask :)

the alternate Galacta Knights in the last photo belong to various friends, most of whom don’t have tumblrs, and i can’t remember who made which Galacta. this was for an event years ago and we never used them again.

[hello-universe-lovers]

Traveling outside Hallownest problem no.1:

Scammers

When you are looking for something or someone, there are people who are "willing" to provide information, for a price.

Rosalina is the only one that can talk, and Ghost's baby factor means people underestimate them, especially if/when things get...violent.

Hollow, meanwhile, is on Grimmchild duty. They are well-behaving...but good luck moving while they sleep.

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My little Buggies 🐞 Pewter belongs to @gamerenby, Hornet belongs to @vunderjoy and Stayne is my little bastard

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

for the first oc post you can have some doodles

these are whiptails, they're funky goobers i made for the worldbuilding project i haven't done anything with in. so long. they were made a while ago, which you can definitely see in their designs (nightmare variant, the emphasis on blood, etc. etc.), though i've tweaked them more since then so y'know. i still think they're neat

uhhh basic facts, they're full of 'blood' (who knows what it really is), no bones or organs (except for the last one which has growths resembling bones for an in-lore unknown reason), and they communicate with their feelers and by emitting different scents depending on the situation. when they die, they give off no scent at all, unless the body is damaged, in which case they smell like their blood

^ common variant (represented here by catch), these are essentially the 'everything else' category. their names function the same way. they are where the 'whiptail' name comes from. common variant ocs include: catch (she/they), sandstone (it/they), rook (mirror pronouns), rail (he/she), vervain (they/them), rose (he/xe/thicket), thrift (click/clicks/clickself)

^ aquatic variant (represented here by blue), these guys live in bodies of water, though some can go on land as well. their names can come from anything aquatic or amphibious, as well concepts related to these things. aquatic variant ocs include: blue (she/her), newt (they/them), pale (vey/vem), pike (xe/thon), pochard (hy/hymn), aythya (mist/fog/smoke/soot), cormorant (color pronouns), golden (she/em), bream (he/it), frost (it/its), swan (it/they),

^ venomous variant (represented here by hornet), can be found pretty much anywhere (though finding them underwater or in cold environments is fairly rare). surprisingly, tend to be much bigger than most of the other variants. names can come from things that are venomous, sting, commonly associated with venom, spicy, or concepts related to venom. venomous variant ocs include: hornet (he/him + ze/mer), paprika (cy/cyr)

^ poisonous variant (represented here by slug), the smallest of all the variants. tend to be very colorful and prefer more humid environments with plenty of hiding places. named after things that are poisonous, associated with poison, or concepts related to poison in some way. poisonous variant ocs include: slug (she/he/they)

^ dream variant (represented here by laburnum), vary wildly in size, very rare but can be found anywhere. named after things associated with dreams, mythological figures/things related to mythology, and certain plants and animals (ex. doves, crabs, flowers, bright plants, etc.) dream variant ocs include: laburnum (zhe/it)

^ nightmare variant (represented here by nyx), the largest/tallest of all the variants. tend to prefer dark, misty, or heavily forested environments. fairly rare, though its certainly not due to being easy prey. no one entirely knows how their life cycle works- or if they even have one. they're the oldest variant, so for all anyone knows, the ones around today are the same as the first ones to come into being. look spooky but tend to actually be very sweet. names come from anything with a generally negative association (bugs, rats, certain birds, darkness, nighttime, cobwebs, etc. etc.) nightmare variant ocs include: nyx (it/its)

and now we do some oc prompt reblogs yippieeeee

[k5shasstuff]

nnnuh uh

[spotaus]

Actor AU of Eternal Ashes where the kids are all teen YouTubers doing a personal series for Stereo's thesis project that blows up online. (Reset teases Kane on the regular for dying the first episode.)

Actor AU of Doppletale where it's a horror/thriller series. (K is absolutely great at crying on command, and the crew is really friendly outside the set.)

Actor AU of Ec-4o.Verse that's like The Walking Dead so it's super long, but it also functions like a sit-com at the same time. (The cast doesn't really talk to eachother outside the set, but they love being on the show.)

[socially-reluctant]

so i hc both Hornet and Mantis to be cannibalistic, to different extents

Hornet is a shameless man eater (literally) but Mantis does it only occasionally (it's typically a devour your enemies thing or a uh. sexual thing)

they are both named after carnivorous insects after all

they've taken sips of each other's blood too, as a weird bonding ritual