#Hypatia (oc)

[lexezombie]

Cus It's me, I made some nextgens for the 3Sides AU <3

They'd probably be late teens or adult by 2012, but I'm horrid at math so... ANYWAY!

When they were born, they came out conjoined; exclusively referred to as Axiom and they/them (Instead of popping out of Ford like Cluhsandra or Billie, these two popped out of Bill-- don't ask how idk)

Eventually they figured out how to split apart into human disguises; but it took away a limb each, so they had to be equipped with prosthetics (thank u mcgucket) -- They get headaches and full body pains if they stay apart for too long, so they need to refuse often (the time they could stay apart got longer the older they got)

This is also when they got separate names + as you can see Fiddleford's genes are the strongest

See under the break for adult forms <3

As adults they were through a metamorphosis? or at least something similar??

Now they're body is more defined and their heads are separate

In human form:

Hypatia wants to be famous. She loves attention and social events

Zeno prefers to be alone and has social anxiety pretty bad

She ended up leaving Gravity Falls to try and get fame, while Zeno stayed

Both got sick after too long apart and met up again

Zeno now travels around with Hypatia but they visit home often

Zeno also plays guitar <3

ANYWAY HERES WONDERALL--

[lady-lily-the-goblin-witch]

Posting this right before Halloween let’s go!

Part three out soon 🔜 part three

Part one

[gingersn4pp]

A large collection of signalis AU doodles of mine and my buddy cam's ocs! Further description under a readmore, bc i got a lot to say about em LMFAO. I defo gotta draw more of the canon units more than just my ocs because they're all so cool -- the aras are especially charming to me!

Though I got to solidify the corrupt versions of my ocs too....

Lucy, STZR "SPATZEN" is basically a flight coordinator, stationed on an outer space station that is one of the last stops on the edge of the system. Occasional encounters with penrose style missions, she excels in calculating trajectories into the vastness of space. Dedicated to the Nation, though has a particular curiosity that often gets her into trouble/disputes with her superiors, often HENE, cam's management unit, much like a belligerent teenager to her strict mother.

Meyer, an LSTR unit (or similar type!) Assigned to a Penrose exploration mission, though on the edge of everything, her Gestalt officer (Percy) backed out and ran away. Can she really be mad at them, though? She told them to think of themselves more. It doesn't matter how devoted she was if it was one sided. She's out of place on this distant space station, but with limited resources, the ARAR units are grateful for the extra mechanical help. Meyer butts heads with the inexperienced STORCH unit, Boa, but despite their confrontations, they eventually grew closer. Meyer was trying very hard not to get attached...to no avail. :*

[basiliskfree]

I got Bluu to a point where I settled on a design so have many doodles for her.

Bluu is the only one of the lamp crewmembers who has any interest in clothing outside of they’re pure function (like Green’s bowtie). She’s also the only one that uses gender language for herself, which is weird for lamps as the whole gender concept is very alien to them. 

Bluu has a rare Dual ring spacer body type, She was originally a Spacer, and kept this even when she started training to be a doctor. mostly as the things she likes to study are parasites, which are 90% of the time on the outsides of ships. 

[thebisexualteen]

So another of Satellite's kid but I'm not sure if this is gonna be Hypatia or Halley so I need to discuss it with @owhouselover when they wake up

Not gonna say much tbh but I do have a question

@insanelyadd

[hylfystt]

wip wednesday

i was tagged by @lilas & @lavampira!! thank you both! muah! i don't have a whole lot to share, but do i have the beginnings to a kiss prompt i got a bit back feat. hypatia (fallout 3 girlie) and harkness.

i think most of y'all have been tagged and/or shared already, but tagging (if y'all want!) @hythlodaes @coldshrugs @birues @scionshtola @myreia @galadae @impossible-rat-babies @thevikingwoman @verraising & @greaterportent

They don’t talk about it in the morning. They pack up camp quietly, keeping a deliberate distance between them as they work. It’s been weeks now since they fled Rivet City, and by now they’ve settled comfortably into routine. Harkness checks their supplies. Hypatia checks their heading. “We should reach the Hudson by tomorrow,” Hypatia murmurs, hunched over the worn map.  Harkness grunts in return, slinging his pack over his shoulder. Hypatia’s gaze slides to his back as he wanders off silently, no doubt off to scout the road ahead before they depart. Her fingers itch for a bottle. Instead they trace the length of the river as she forces her attention back to the map, brow furrowed.

[clemencycomic]

Two future characters from Clemency~

[blissfulalchemist]

Surprise! Because being nosy about folks’ OCs is one of the funnest parts of the creative community, for one OC of your choice:

- How do they take their coffee? If they don’t drink coffee, what’s their favorite drink?

- What song are they listening to right now, and how do they feel about it?

- If they could exist in any movie, which one would they pick?

Can't believe I'm being made to choose just one oc.......and unsurprisingly I am not doing that. I'll just do Tia and Conner though this time though.

- How do they take their coffee? If they don’t drink coffee, what’s their favorite drink?

Conner: For someone that likes sweet things he prefers his coffee to be almost black, maybe just a splash of cream but nothing more. Rarely he'll try some fancy coffee drink and really its when Tia insists he tries it so that she can have some without the risk of hating a full drink.

Tia: She's someone that needs the sweet in the coffee to counter balance the bitterness, but coffee isn't her first drink of choice though. She would much rather have smoothies, green drinks, and boba teas. She finds them much lighter than coffee and things she can make more often on her own as she is someone that would need the fancy home coffee makers to have the kind of coffee she enjoys most.

- What song are they listening to right now, and how do they feel about it?

Conner: Is trying to expand his music library with more modern music beyond the (and I'm dead serious) two Green Day tracks he has on them, and even then they're from the 90's (Coming Clean and Basket Case in case you were curious). Man has no music from the 21st century. So currently he is listening to "Save My Soul" by Big Bad Voodoo Daddy, yes they have a lot of covers of music he likes already but it was released after 1999 so it counts. He'll soothe his soul with some Glenn Miller after, starting with "I Know Why (And So Do You)".

Tia: Is listening to some newer music, specifically "You're Gonna Go Far" by Noah Kahan ft. Brandi Carlile and its making her feel very nostalgic about her parents, and some form of understanding of her father. Even though lyrically its not accurate she can't help but feel like its her parents singing to her. It was just her and her mom since she was five and she left to live a life on the road in a van right out of high school, and part of Tia always felt like her mother was a little disappointed in her for not doing college. And her father left his family when she was five because he didn't want the life he grew up with for Tia, he wanted her to be as far from that life as possible, and she couldn't really understand the why of it but in listening to this song she feels like she can understand fully. She'll pick herself back up though with "Stella" by Cereus Bright, something she can dance to and jam out to in her van.

- If they could exist in any movie, which one would they pick?

Conner: He'd pick something set in the 40's to 50's, maybe more something like the musicals of the golden age, La La Land would be something he'd pick. Barring that though he'd also find some joy in the cheesy rom-coms of the 2000's or even Stuck in Love, because god does he wish his only problems were his love life and being incapable of telling Tia how he feels, and not the debt to the mob because a vampire is hunting him and his mother for some reason.

Tia: Well she finds her life to already be a movie, well okay her life on the road as a movie. One of those indie coming of age/life transition movies, there's something freeing about it all. She also though wouldn't mind being younger and put into a movie like The Perks of Being a Wildflower or someone in Into the Wild, she acknowledges that they are on the sadder end but there's a journey of life happening within them that she focuses on.

[vespertine-legacy]

Name: Hypatia Also Known As: Paish Pronouns: she/her [cisfemale] Race: Chiss Origin Story: Smuggler Canon Compliance Level: non-canon Combat Style/s: Mercenary, Operative Combat Role/s: DPS, heal Alignment: Light Allegiance: Mostly herself, ragtag band of smugglers, mercenaries, pirates, Zakulans, etc who joined the Alliance Title/Job: Romantic Interest: Koth Vortena

Information: [to be added when I have a brain]

character tag: swtor oc hypatia

[ziorre]

Ych commission for @blissfulalchemist ❤✨

[h3m0cyt3]

LAVENDER

[lady-lily-the-goblin-witch]

Some school doodles. Ignore the chemistry work.

Little headcanon, Donnie loves cats, but he’s a dog person.

[gingersn4pp]

I finally caved and started reading warriors, since I never did as a kid. I can pretty confidently say if I did I would have been an entirely different person LOL

Anyway, some oc kitty doodles. Lucy is Sparrowfall, her mentor is my buddy cam's oc, Arwen, Sweet in order of appearance.

[basiliskfree]

Green is the main communication officer on the ship, this was their job before they became self-aware and they general enjoy trying to figure out how to talk to people. This is good thing as Green was the one to figure out how to even talk to humans in their own language, in a system like mixing text to voice but if you only have want the radio signal for the voice to work from. The Bow Tie they wear being a mic, speaker and radio system they use to convert soundwaves into the more understandable radio wave. 

Unlike the other Lamps, Green became self-aware well still on a hivemind ship, do to this unlike most Lamps Greens first communications with any other being was humans (Mostly Hypatia and Hugo). Make it so Green tends to emote and “speak” more like a human that a Lamp, if you just heard them an a radio you’d unlikely think they were a Lamp. 

This also makes it at times harder for Green to understand the other lamps, that look so much like them, but at times seem too alien. 

[valiantvillain]

Tagged by @arendaes to make some characters with this picrew. Apologies that it's some days late but I finally got around to making some of my girls.

From top to bottom: Kathryn "Kate" Shepard (Mass Effect trilogy), Skye Ryder (Mass Effect: Andromeda), and Hypatia "say a single word about this fucking sweater my mom bought me and I will put an arrow in you" Belikova (World of Darkness, Werewolf: The Apocalypse).

[hylfystt]

characters: hypatia corrigan (lone wanderer), harkness fandom: fallout 3 word count: 1.6k notes: deleted this in a fit of insecurity a few days ago but decided to reupload it and let it be. original prompt was "an exploratory kiss, testing the waters between them" from this list.

They don’t talk about it in the morning.

Camp is packed away quietly, a deliberate distance kept between them as they work. It’s been weeks now since they fled Rivet City, and by now they’ve well established their routine. Harkness checks their supplies. Hypatia checks their heading.

“We should reach the Hudson by tomorrow,” Hypatia murmurs, hunched over the worn map. 

Harkness grunts in return, slinging his pack over his shoulder. Hypatia’s gaze slides to his back as he wanders off silently, no doubt off to scout the road ahead before they depart.

Her fingers itch for a bottle.

Instead they trace the length of the river as she forces her attention back to the map, brow furrowing as she tries to shake the thoughts of him from her mind.

The Hudson River. She remembers reading about it in school. It flows north to south, cutting through the majority of New York before dumping into the Atlantic. More importantly, it marks the half-way point of their journey and another step towards the unknown.

She only hopes the next half of their journey is more bearable than the first she muses, folding the map away into her pack. She’s not sure if she can deal with another Allentown.

“Fucking disaster that was,” she murmurs, shouldering her pack and setting off after her charge.

The day passes slowly, as most do. 

One foot in front of the other, the sun beating high overhead. 

Sweat drips from her brow.

One foot in front of the other, a brief pause to check their heading and chew a piece of brahmin jerky.

Her vision tunnels some time in the afternoon, and she has to remember how to breathe.

One foot in front of the other. The sun kisses the tops of the trees. One foot in front of the other. On and on.

Harkness says nothing until they stop for the night.

“I’ll take first watch.”

Hypatia nods absently, dropping her pack at her feet as she stretches. This, too, is routine, and Hypatia has long given up on arguing with him on the matter. 

Camp is set up with the same brisk efficiency as it was torn down hours before. Hypatia lays out her bedroll beside a fallen tree, resting her back against the log as she digs for their food. Dinner turns out to be a cold and quiet affair, their encampment in the open air necessitating a lack of fire for the night. 

Hypatia picks at the chipping finish of her canteen, flakes of cracked leather littering the hard earth beneath her feet. Her mind is far away while Harkness gets up to check the perimeter, offering him a small noise of acknowledgement when he steps away. By the time he returns, she’s lying on her side, arm tucked under her head as she tries to sleep. She hears him stop beside her bedroll, and she waits, breathing stilled, for…Something. Anything. She pushes aside the disappointment she feels when he offers nothing but a small sigh and moves on, though disappointment about what she cannot say.

An hour later, she heaves a sigh and rolls onto her back.

“You should be sleeping.”

“Probably,” she agrees, groaning as she pulls herself up from the bedroll anyways. Harkness watches her as she moves to settle beside him on the fallen tree.

“Hypatia.”

“I can’t, alright?” She shoots him a sharp look, somewhere between a glare and begging for understanding. “Haven’t in months.” She drops her head back, casting her gaze up at the night sky. She can feel the weight of Harkness’ stare, can practically hear the way his brow furrows. She sighs a little, speaking softly. “Bottle’s the only thing that helps.”

Harkness stares for a few moments more, the silence between them heavy once more. She does her best to ignore it, to keep her eyes trained on the wonder of the stars in the night. She wonders idly, what it must be like to walk among them. She stretches her hand towards them, reaching for the vast infinity. How was it that mankind had the stars at their fingertips and yet wasted the Earth in squabbles below?

Greed. Pride. Power. The same way the Enclave took everything from you in an attempt to claim Purity for themselves.

Hypatia grits her teeth and casts her gaze back to the dirt, hand dropping back into her lap and fisting into the fabric of her jeans, shaking off idealistic thoughts. Those, she’s learned, would only serve to get you killed out here.

Her father taught her that, at the end.

She doesn’t realize that she’s trembling until a hand, warm, if not a bit rough, settles over one of her own. She looks down at the hand for a moment, a lump forming in her throat, before looking up at Harkness. The concern she finds there is nearly her undoing.

“What happened to you out there?”

Hypatia shakes her head, tearing her gaze away from his.

“Don’t ask me that.” She swallows, pulling her hand away from his, the touch feeling all too intimate after what happened the night before. “Not tonight.”

“Okay,” Harkness agrees, pulling his hand away. He glances at it for a moment, pursing his lips in thought. “Fine. But we need to talk about last night.”

She flinches, hands twitching in her lap. “No, we don’t.”

“I won’t let us ignore this.”

“Fuck you.”

“Hypatia, please.”

She stands, a frustrated groan falling from her lips. Her fingers itch for the familiar neck of a bottle once more, and she feels heat rising in the back of her neck under Harkness’s stare. Her nails dig crescents into the soft flesh of her palms. “Fine,” she bites out. “We slept together. Big fucking deal. The world goes on. There, we’ve talked about it.”

“Jesus—that’s not all, and you know it.”

“That’s all it needs to be.”

“And what if it wasn’t?”

She tries not to flinch when she turns around and meets Harkness’ gaze. She flicks her eyes away, brow furrowing, trying to fight the rising panic that bubbles uncomfortably in her breast. 

She doesn’t want this, doesn’t want any of this. If she were the praying type anymore, she would be on her knees, begging for God to take these feelings from her, this traitorous affection that threatens to drown her and take Harkness down with her.

“You don’t understand, Hark,” she says hoarsely, hating herself for sounding so damn small. “I can’t. You can’t.”

Harkness stands, closing the distance between them in several strides. Hypatia holds her ground, despite the urge to run, to run from him, from this and the mess she’s gotten her heart into.

“And why not?” Harkness demands. Her fingers twitch.

“Because caring about something is the only sure way to get it killed!” Hypatia shoves him back roughly but Harkness catches her hands in his, preventing her from making distance. She shakes her head, sucking in a ragged breath as she squeezes her eyes shut while she grips his hands. “Don’t make me add you to the ghosts that haunt my sleep, too.”

He’s quiet at that, drawing a long breath in and out of his lungs—so human, she thinks. Not an android. Real. Real and just as capable of leaving her as anything else.

“You aren’t built for that kind of loneliness,” he says eventually. Hypatia’s brow furrows, a protest at the ready, but any words that come to mind just feel empty. Hollow. The truth of it stings as much as it soothes, and a part of her hates him, and herself, for it. Her hands start to shake and she feels the walls start to close in once again, the edges of her brain going numb with static as her vision starts to tunnel and—

Harkness steps forward, releasing her hands to cup her face gently, and slowly the static retreats.

She watches him silently, Harkness’ expression inscrutable as he searches for…something in her gaze.

She thinks that he must find some sort of answer, because with a slowness that gives her ample room to deny him should she want to, he leans in and he kisses her.

It’s different from before. There is no urgency, no misplaced anger, no desperate need to feel something, anything, other than the battles within them. Harkness kisses her slowly, carefully, as if he’s scared that she might bolt like a startled animal into the wilds at any moment. Which, Hypatia thinks, as her eyes slip shut, lips moving softly against his, isn’t an entirely unfair assumption given her recent behavior.

He’s still gentle with her even as her tension ebbs away and her lungs find a steady rhythm, content to continue this unhurried exploration.

It doesn’t fix things between them, within themselves—not in the slightest—but it does make the canyon between them seem a little less daunting to bridge.

It’s Harkness that eventually pulls away, eyes remaining closed for a moment before their gazes meet once more. A question hangs in the air, and for a moment Hypatia considers letting it linger. But then Harkness smooths a thumb across her cheek in that gentle motion once more, and the canyon shrinks just a little further. 

“What now?” She asks quietly.

Harkness simply looks at her for a long moment, silently ruminating on his answer as he asks himself the same thing. 

“I don’t know,” he admits, tone carrying a slight edge of frustration, like he wishes he could give her more than that but can’t quite yet. “We keep moving towards Boston. After that…We’ll figure it out.”

We’ll figure it out. 

Together, she thinks, understanding the word gone unspoken. Her fingers reach for his wrists, tracing the spanse of flesh she finds there and she takes a long breath.

“Okay.”