#Dax my oc

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⋆⭒˚.⋆ Introducing The Mafia Boss ⋆.˚⭒⋆

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⁎⌌‧·‧̩̥˟*̥About the OC*̥˟‧̩̥·‧⌍⁎

˚♡˚ Name: Dax Abbot

˚♡˚ Nicknames: Ace, Heart, Boss, Bossman, Daxie

˚♡˚ Age: 24

˚♡˚ Gender: Male

˚♡˚ Pronouns: He/Xem

˚♡˚ Hair Color: White

˚♡˚ Eye Color: Red(left) and Blue(right)

˚♡˚ Height: 6'3

˚♡˚ Body Type: Lean

˚♡˚ Job: Mafia Boss

˚♡˚ Sexuality: Gay

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⁎⌌‧·‧̩̥˟*̥Family*̥˟‧̩̥·‧⌍⁎

˚♡˚ Mother: Misha Abbot; Formerly Misha Jules - deceased

˚♡˚ Father: Mylo Abbot - deceased

˚♡˚ Aunt: Silvia Abbot - deceased

˚♡˚ Twin Brother: Kaz "Spade" Abbot - deceased?

˚♡˚ Younger Brother: Levi "Knave" Abbot - Unknown

˚♡˚ Younger Sister: Mistie "Club" Abbot - Alive

˚♡˚ Younger Sister: Shelly "Diamond" Abbot - Unknown

˚♡˚ Best friend/platonic soul mate: ??? "Kermit" - Unknown but likely alive

˚♡˚ "Child": Glue - Alive

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⁎⌌‧·‧̩̥˟*̥Backstory/Misc Info*̥˟‧̩̥·‧⌍⁎

˚♡˚ Dax was born very sick, which led to him being weaker than what he should have been. Dax hates being reminded of this and gets very violent when brought up by someone xe doesn't trust.

˚♡˚ Dax has a hard time speaking to new people, so he usually writes things down or uses sign language if the person knows it

˚♡˚ After Kaz died, Dax started to go by Ace instead of Heart along with wearing Kaz's mask to honor him. Dax was also a lot colder to everyone after Kaz died because Dax believed that he had caused Kaz's death.

˚♡˚ Despite how Dax's mother treated him, he was very close to her. After she died, he wanted to continue her work and hopefully find a way to at least lessen the pain of his sickness.

˚♡˚ Dax has had many exes in his life. To be more specific, xe has had 1 ex-girlfriend, 3 ex-boyfriends, and many flings before. Three of those exes have died due to either his actions or just being close to him.

˚♡˚ Dax's mother used to experiment on xem. After her death, he continued to experiment on himself, which led to his less than human appearance.

˚♡˚ Xe has dye his hair multiples time in the past. He used to hate his white hair as every time he looked in the mirror, he just saw Kaz. The colors he had dyed his hair are a blue and pink split dye, a red and green split dye, and purple.

˚♡˚ Kermit and Dax have had a lot of lives together. However, Dax doesn't remember all of them like Kermit does. When they were younger, Kermit convinced Dax to take in Glue after the two found the kid alone in the middle of nowhere. At this point, Dax has no clue where either of them are no or does he know if either of them are alive.

˚♡˚ Dax is really talkative if he is around someone he knows and trusts and even becomes really touchy at times. This has led to Dax being compared to a cat, which he finds extremely funny considering xe used lion(and fox) DNA while experimenting on himself.

˚♡˚ He might have some slight yandere tendencies due to the fact that almost everyone he has cared about in the past has left him, one way or another. Although he is also just naturally possessive and a bad person in general.

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[stinkrascal]

an assortment of random bellara lutare gifs 🕊️

hey bellara i was just wondering whenever you say "the girls and the gays" if you would include me in it too. the girls and the gays and dax if you dont mind. thanks honey i love you

[puppyverse]

rawr !! >_<

[playing-with-dax]

How would your characters react if you tried to sneak into their bed bc you couldn’t sleep and wanted cuddles and to use them as a pillow/heater?

This ask is so sweet 😭😭😭 and in the middle of "cuddle for heat" weather!! I personally have trouble sleeping and staying warm, so oof ah my heart 🥺

Dax: Immediately wakes up and pulls you into his arms. Makes up stories and tells them to you in a hushed tone until you drift off, on your way to sweet dreams

Verik: Worried about why you can't sleep. Was it a nightmare? Anxiety? He can't protect you from your own brain but he wishes he could. He holds you quietly and stares into the dark, as if he'll scare off whatever was bothering you. Without realizing it he gently strokes your back until your nerves settle and you fall asleep feeling safer than you ever have

Shallow: They sleep curled up like a giant cat, or a dragon in an illustrated story book. You end up nestled against their belly with their tail wrapped around both of you. The sounds of their happy, sleepy purring putting you at ease

Sylas: He doesn't stir as you slip under the covers and wedge yourself under his arm. He pulls you close without waking up and his tail drapes over your legs. You sleep so deeply that you don't stir at all until he gently wakes you up and tells you that breakfast is ready

[noirrelite]

*inhales* okay this is the last non-queued post before I take a break I pinky promise but this was pretty fun to work on I already had the idea of putting military gear on my mesa OC before warframe 1999 but the trailer and people 1999-fying their frames finally made me get off my butt and do it :D I wasn't even planning to draw a human face since I'm not too big into humanframes in general, but I remembered making a quick portrait (which I never posted) for a challenge where you drew your drifter in your favorite warframe's clothes/armor, slapped it on, and it turned out nicer than I thought xD

[daxite]

she was arrested by the NCR for cannibalism and other crimes against human nature, god forbid women do anything

[agena87]

Dax Sommer for @adelarsims' Ember's Academy Tournament Challenge

Pronouns: They/them

Traits: snob, ambitious, proper

Magical level: acolyte

If asked to tell stuff about themself, Dax would say that they are just a normal person who happens to have a bit of magic in them. And they wouldn't even be saying that to be falsely modest, they're just a little guy; they're not even from a family of spellcasters, they just studied magic very hard since they were only 9, and still, at 27, they've just reached the acolyte level.

While they tend to prefer practical magic, they studied all three main branches of magic taught at their (very small) local Magical School. They'd like to study gemmology too, but unfortunately, their academy doesn't have a teacher proficient enough in the subject; but maybe, if they do well enough in the tournament, they'll be accepted in Embers Academy and be taught there by their gemmology master.

Everyday - Everyday (potion-making) - Everyday (flying)

[cherry-lovely-artist]

Dax 💚⚔️✨

My very first Adventure Time oc. Enjoy! XD

Name: Dax Gender: Male Age: 27 Species: Slime Height: 7'11 Hair: Light Green Eyes: Light Green Skin: Light Green Home: The Land of Ooo, Slime Kingdom (formerly) / Suika's House Occupations: Adventurer (A bit) and Suika's Best Friend Personality: Chill, Tactful, Kind, Compassionate, Peaceful, and Never gets angry Likes: Adventures, Parties, Having fun, Chillin, Peace, Suika, Dancing, Helping, Adventuring, ect Dislikes: Evil, Danger, and Losing Suika Powers/Abilities: Can shot slime and stretch his arms legs and his whole body, since he is made out of slime. ^^ (And is kinda like the superpower called Elasticity, but yea) / Speed / Strength / Cooking Skills Fun Facts:

He never hurts any innocent person at all.

His favorite food is pizza

His favorite drink is melon juice

His favorite dessert is ice cream

[torao-chan]

slowly coming back from my lil social media break, though def not up to full speed yet but uhhh,,, have some lighting practice we did during our break (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Featuring our OC's Dax, Dime, Shiro, and Niju ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ [and also Niji ig alskjlkgfd]

References for these images are these three posts [1] [2] [3]. If you find a better reference source for 1 and 3 pls lemme know and I'll update them

Also! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Shipping meme timeee

i waste too much thought power on these two im alskjklgjfd

[igamer12]

some star trek fanart and igamey in some starfleet uniforms :-33 (it's a junior grade lieutenant operations officer!)

[radioactivepeasant]

Fic Prompts: Free Day Thursday

Splinter Cell au today! Last Splinter Cell was father-son bonding time, so today Jak gets to spend time with his mom

Phobos was a light sleeper even in the best of times. Here in this rebel base, during the second week of her and Damas rotating between Haven and Spargus with their children, even the slightest noise was enough to wake her. She sat up in her cot and let her eyes adjust to the half-light of the Babak settlement's barracks. What had roused her?

She let her eyes roam the long wooden hut, taking stock of each of her fellow Spargans and the members of Brutter's tribe. Leave it to a son of Damas to reforge the alliance between the Babak and the House of Mar by accident. Damas had been insufferable for an entire day when he found out. But Phobos found she couldn't be too irritated at him; the way Jak and his fluffy friend brightened when they heard him bragging about them was enough to make that stupid little smirk bearable. They walked a little taller any time she or Damas complimented them, Phobos had noticed. It was nice to see Jak opening up.

Thoughts of her newfound son drew her gaze to his cot, two beds over. With how restless he'd proven to be, Phobos half expected the cot to be empty. But it wasn't.

Jak sat hunched in the center of the cot with his knees pulled to his chest. Even in the gloom, it was apparent that something wasn't right. The fingers that gripped his knees were tipped with curved, black, talons. His skin had faded from bronze to an almost reflective pearl.

Oh.

Phobos had heard the reports of Jak's "Hunter" shape before, but she had never witnessed it in person. She took in the curved horns rising from his curls, and it struck her that the boy resembled nothing so much as the dragonowls that nested in the cacti in Strider Range. All he was missing were the feathers at this point. Even the flickers of violet sparks dancing across Jak's horns didn't diminish the fact that, in the context of desert life,  the Hunter form was a little endearing.

Rising from her cot, Phobos shook out her tunic and made a show of stretching. From what she'd heard, startling Jak when he was in a battle-shift didn't end well. Stark black eyes zeroed in on her in an instant, tracking her movement. Phobos smiled at him and approached his bed slowly.

"Hey, little owl" she whispered, "What's got you up so late?"

His ears flicked up, then back -- a warning that he did not want to be touched, Phobos guessed. She settled on the very end of the cot and kept her hands where he could see them. Had he had a nightmare? From the things Tess mentioned now and then, Phobos knew the boy had more reasons for nightmares than most people twice his age. They may have been just acquaintances so far, but it rankled to know a young boy had suffered so horribly with no one to stand up for him.

"Are you alright, owlet?" Phobos frowned gently and tilted her head. "Has something disturbed you?"

Surprise softened Jak’s face. He cocked his head and mirrored Phobos's frown.

"You're not afraid?" asked clawed hands.

Phobos clicked her tongue, almost scoldingly.

"Why should I be? I am as dangerous as you are, owlet. And neither of us are as dangerous as the sea."

Jak furrowed his brow and drew his knees in closer.

"...doesn't feel good," he finally admitted. "Too much dark eco, can't let it out right now."

"Ah." Phobos sighed and shifted a little closer. "You're oversaturated? Yeah? I saw that happen to your father once when an ammunition crate broke."

It was getting easier to call Damas this boy's father. Easier to think of Jak as her own.

"It was a different kind of eco, sure, but it looked like it sucked either way."

If he had been Mar -- a strange statement, considering he had been Mar in another world, another life -- Phobos would have rubbed his back and hummed him to sleep again. But Mar was a toddler, still dependent on his adults for comfort. And Jak was just a few years shy of being old enough for the Arena trials! Most teenagers his age found such coddling embarrassing; Phobos could admit that she had been one such teenager once upon a time, cringing at her own mother's public affection.

But would Jak be the same?

He was so much older than their Mar, and yet sometimes she could see her little boy peering out from behind those bright eyes. He was starved for affection, but conditioned to distrust most touch. Unbearably lonely, but afraid of rejection.

Phobos bit her lip, then held out her hand. "Come on, Jak. Let's go outside. We'll get that eco spent so you can go back to sleep, alright?"

Jak winced and looked up. Fangs dug into his lip as he frowned.

"Can't. Might need it for battle."

"There will be more eco in battle," Phobos said. She stood and kept her hand extended.

"Come on, baby. I got you. I'll watch your back, okay?"

It took another five seconds of gentle cajoling before Jak uncurled himself and slid off the cot. He didn't take her hand -- he usually didn't -- but when Phobos looked back, he had the end of her sash in one hand, twisting it around his claws like he was afraid he'd get lost if he let go. He let himself be shepherded along the catwalks connecting the Babak village to the mine shafts. The humming of the elevator seemed to vibrate in his bones, through his horns, unbearably loud.

It was better to wake up in the stifling heat of the caverns, better to be surrounded by snoring, than to find himself in the harsh cold of the Baron’s laboratories. Better to be soaked with sweat on a creaky cot than to shiver while listening to the screams of other test subjects. But even here, even from the grave, Errol still held sway over his nightmares. That was what had gathered the eco into battle-readiness in his body, looking for threats that did not exist. Jak was a haunted man.

The cool night air washed over them both, and Jak shivered. It ended in a sneeze, and the woman beside him smiled softly.

She nodded to the cliffs above the cave network.

"Sig said he saw you scale a building in this shape, fast as a lizard. I bet you're even faster with real handholds."

She stepped back and squinted as if searching for something.

"I'll bet," she said slowly, "I'll bet you there's a couple hotfoot lizards up there, actually. You can eat those, you know. They don't taste that great, but they help your body regulate heat better for a while."

She shrugged.

"Why don't you see if you can catch a few, and I'll show you how to cook them in the morning."

Jak's sharklike eyes studied the cliffs, absorbing even the smallest pinprick of light. He grinned slowly.

"Eat them raw?"

Phobos made a face. "Blegh! You can, but you might regret it later."

"I might not."

"Oy!" Phobos shook her head and laughed quietly. "You sound like Damas when he was young!"

She wasn't sure if the subsequent darker hue of the boy's skin was a blush, or if the observation had made him lose a little dark eco.

Jak bent his knees slightly, and then with a rush of air he leaped; suddenly airborne, six feet directly up. One hand caught the face of the cliff, and soon he was scaling up the rocks at a dizzying rate. Despite herself, Phobos felt her jaw drop. She had never seen anyone but a Lurker make a jump like that unaided! Would Mar be able to do that one day? Or was this an ability only Jak had, learned from the Dark Oracle that favored him?

"Look at you!" She laughed in astonishment and clapped a hand to her forehead. "I oughta put you on the rigging in my fishing boat!"

Jak reappeared after a noisy minute or two with dark spots on one cheek that looked suspiciously like blood.

"Found the lizards," he signed down to her.

Phobos raised an eyebrow. "Did you eat them?"

"No....yes. One." Then he reached back and almost sheepishly raised the battered carcass of a Glub.

"Ohhhh." Phobos squinted up through the darkness. "You want any help up there? Or do you just want to hunt until the eco runs out?"

She knew the answer before Jak had even set the Glub down to sign again.

The moment she'd said "hunt", his eyes had narrowed and his ears flicked up.

Dark eco wasn't just the element of the ocean. It was the element of the hunter, the carnivore, and the tempest. The chase was in its very nature, and right now that nature was rushing through Jak's veins at breakneck speed.

Jak bared his fangs in what was either a show of aggression to Glubs, or a very unsettling smile. Then he dropped out of sight, and Phobos guessed that he was probably shimmying along the ground to look for lizards.

He would probably be up there for a little while. Phobos strolled along the small strip of beach, looking for palm fronds to weave into a basket. She somewhat doubted that Jak would remember to actually bring her any lizards, but she liked working with her hands nonetheless. Without really thinking about it, she hummed quietly, keeping a rhythm with her hands. It was a lively tune, a folk song so old that no one in Spargus really remembered where it had come from. In the language of the people who had once lived in the ruined coastal settlements, the lyrics were something to do with a wily cacomiztli asking a cockatoo to a Fiesta with her. She praised the bird's plumage and grace, and he, flattered, agreed to go. Naturally, the song ended with the cacomiztli having a very nice party meal.

A bit morbid, perhaps, but it had a fine, rollicking melody, and easy to remember rhymes -- even for those who couldn't speak the Coastwatcher dialect. And it reminded children not to trust a flatterer.

A shuffling of feet on the sand paused Phobos's humming, and she glanced up. Jak crouched less than two feet from her, watching with a bemused expression. How was he so quiet?!

His horns had receded considerably, now no more than little nubs poking out of his curls. He'd gotten some color back, too.

"Oye, owlet, did you bring me any lizards?" Phobos asked.

Sheepishly, he held up two lizard tails. Evidently, he had forgotten that the creatures could detach their tails and flee. By the mess on his hands, Phobos guessed he'd spent more time hunting Glubs. She laughed and patted the sand next to her.

"Better luck next time, eh? Here- go get yourself a frond. We're making baskets until you're ready to go back to sleep."

The dark eco continued to fade as Jak struggled to weave with claws. What little hadn't been expended on the small carnivores up the cliff was rapidly being reabsorbed into his bloodstream. When the dark form dropped entirely, Phobos almost didn't notice at first. Jak was as quiet as before, sitting still and watching her weave. She continued to hum until a raspy voice interrupted her.

"Did...Dax...teach you...that?"

Phobos glanced up and noticed Jak wince and massage his throat. She clicked her tongue sympathetically.

"Regretting eating that lizard raw, huh? Too bad we didn't bring our canteens so you could wash that taste out."

"It...was bad." Jak made a face.

With a chuckle, Phobos scooted closer. "Alright owlet, let me see what you've got."

She looked at the sad, lopsided basket, and took hold of Jak's hands to guide him.

"Here: over, under. Over, under. Do that all the way around until you have an alternating pattern on each stem."

Jak furrowed his brows and did his best to follow her movements.

"You didn't answer my question," he croaked.

Ugh. That taste was going to sit in his throat for hours.

"Which one, baby?" Phobos asked, reaching over to flick a coil of hair out of his face.

Baby.

Nobody had ever called him baby before. Well, not sincerely, anyway. Jinx and his guys did sometimes, but they called everyone nicknames like that, because they were weird.

They didn't have the same warmth in their voices, and they definitely didn't apply affectionate nicknames to his dark form!

"The song. Daxter's favorite when we were little. Did he teach you?"

Phobos leaned back. "It's been around that long? Huh! Didn't think the Coastwatcher people went as far as Dead Town."

Jak shrugged. "Daxter's not from Sandover either. He showed up in a boat a year before I did. Said a hurricane washed his village away and he was trapped in the boat."

Jak paused as something occurred to him.

"Wait. How far is your island from Misty Island?"

"Misty Island?"

"Where everyone says the Nest is," Jak clarified.

With how much dark eco had been there when he was a kid, he wasn't surprised that the metalheads had chosen Misty Island to nest.

"About two days on a propeller boat," Phobos said, rubbing her chin, "Closer to two hours by air."

The math lined up surprisingly well, and Jak began to wonder if perhaps his best friend had his origins on the same island he had allegedly been born on. One more thing tying them together; Daxter would be so excited!

"You telling me your buddy in the Titan Suit is a Coastwatcher?" Phobos asked with interest.

"Um...maybe? Have to ask."

Phobos whistled low. "When we go home, we'll have to keep the monks from snatching him. They're obsessed with history and archeological discovery. You tell them a Coastwatcher ancestor is still living and they'll lose their minds."

Jak laughed, almost silently. "He'd probably like that, though. It's rough being the last survivor."

Phobos wrapped an arm around his shoulders and, distracted as he was, Jak simply leaned into her. Phobos stilled, unwilling to jeopardize this moment. She smiled and set her basket aside to brush a hand over her son's hair.

"Well. Neither of you are alone now," she murmured. "And I can promise you, we're not going anywhere."

Was it her imagination, or did Jak lean into her side a little further?

They sat quietly for a moment, watching the waves roll in and out. Then, barely audible over the hiss of the surf, Jak whispered,

"Good."

[stinkrascal]

dax thorne qunari · rogue · grey wardens

[puppyverse]

just keep on doing what you do

[playing-with-dax]

Dax's attempted revenge 🫣

a follow up to these two posts!

[novvaable]

after many years of being an after thought, I’ve been dedicating some well deserved time to work on dax.

I still wouldn’t say his makeover is complete, but he’s looking a thousand times better than he did a couple of years ago🤠

[daxite]

i have barely posted about her but finally got kat's ref done lol, still need to finish her toyhouse and then i'll get around to sherry's ref