#Moussa

[hapalopus]

I was compelled to create a new OC today!

His name is Moussa (he/they). They're a shapeshifter who can be any combination of horse/human, from either/or, to centaur or theriocephal, to silenoi or tikbalang. He can also have anywhere from 4 to 8 limbs and he can generally decide where those limbs go, leading to some pretty freaky experimentation. Also they're a mage, unrelated to their shapeshifting.

Maybe I'll draw his human for some day, who knows. I'm done drawing for now xD

[divisiblecloud]

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[artsietango]

Now I’m not 100% certain on her character - but I believe this is the Moussa Yeloli doll, which is a doll line based off of a Chinese show about fairies and other mythical creatures (again, going off of very little internet knowledge).

Even with what little I know about her - holy crap is she beautiful. She has such interesting proportions for a ball pointed doll, but also since I believe she’s a fairy character, it makes sense. Her details are spectacular. I’m especially excited to try and make dresses for her.

Thank you again to @maleficentmrsofallevil​ for the dolls! I will sincerely cherish these forever. <3

[miroimirage]

My oc Moussa!!! I love them I want to draw them more this year, they've lived in just my head for long enough and I'm not afraid to draw them anymore (I get very obsessed and upset if I can't draw my characters how they look in my head as if I'm doing them a disservice but if I don't draw them, I will never get better at drawing them!! So here they are :) )

I still have to keep working on their story but hey are the co-protagonist of Frederick's story! My main two ocs

[primepaginequotidiani]

PRIMA PAGINA Il Giorno di Oggi lunedì, 09 settembre 2024

[onyx-liberty]

Moussa

“Don’t sleep.”

[geekpopnews]

Crítica - Eu, Capitão

“Eu, Capitão”: Uma jornada cinematográfica de cores e emoções. Garrone nos leva do deserto ao oceano, entre esperança e realidade. #Cinema #Emoções #SonhoEuropeu 🌍✨

O cinema é entretenimento, mas também é ferramenta social, pois consegue levar para a tela histórias que de outra forma nunca conheceríamos. Esse é o caso da história de “Eu, Capitão”, do diretor Matteo Garrone. Nesta história, nós, como espectadores, podemos nos sentir cumplices do horror que acontece em partes do mundo que nem conhecemos. É impossível não se envolver na história de Seydou e…

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[Photos] L'Ordre des Architectes du Mali (OAM) s'engage dans la défense du patrimoine architectural malien aux côtés du mouvement social du refus de la vente des locaux de l'Institut National des Arts (INA)

[Photos] L’Ordre des Architectes du Mali (OAM) s’engage dans la défense du patrimoine architectural malien aux côtés du mouvement social du refus de la vente des locaux de l’Institut National des Arts (INA)

[pogolotus]

No olvidar, 16 de marzo

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Zara Moussa by 糯 [Twitter/X] ※Illustration shared with permission from the artist. If you like this artwork please support the artist by visiting the source.

[hapalopus]

OC lore ramble ahead!

A'atwe society is classist. Humans are below hrihriwa, women/mares are below men/stallions, the commoners are below the clergy and nobility, and so on. You'd think there'd be more solidarity in such a small society, when you've only got about 300 people all sharing the same fields, but that's not the case. If anything, insularity reinforces hierarchy.

As both a hrihriwa, a stallion, and the firstborn son of a noble, Moussa would've had little chance to befriend a woman like Zélie. Commoners' children/foals are initially reared together, regardless of species and sex, and only separated when they reach 5 or 6 years of age, and it's not unheard of for those kindergarten friendships to remain. But Moussa didn't get that opportunity. His sire and dam let him run with a handful of other noble foals, all of whom were schooled in etiquette and duty (as much as you can school a toddler) by a perlino nursemaid, employed by Moussa's own dam. So for the first few years of his life, Moussa only ever saw humans when one was hired as laborer or when the nursemaid took 'her' foals for an outing.

Moussa and Zélie first met when they were 7. He had begun his schooling in earnest, while she spent her frequent non-school days laboring with her family. Moussa's sire had brought him along for a meeting with a farmer about fencing and acreage and who-owns-what. Moussa was 7, he couldn't care, even if he'd wanted to. His butterfly mind led him to sneak away during a heated discussion, and he ended up wandering into the field everyone had been arguing about. No matter the ownership, fields need tending, and Zélie was busy weeding the long rows of lentils.

Moussa stared at her, silently captivated, for a couple minutes. When she realized he was there and met his gaze, the shock or annoyance or shame at having been caught staring caused his equine instincts to take over. He fell from his human form, onto all fours, and raced into a thicket on his gangly foal legs. But back then, before the roaning set in, his coat was bright red, and a bright red foal has even less of a chance at hiding in green foliage than an ostentatiously dressed noble brat.

Zélie was by him in seconds, and she'd brought her hand rake, which to Moussa's mind looked all too much the claws of a monster from one of his dam's fairytales.

"Who are you?" asked Zélie, brusk but not unkind.

Moussa's knees shook and he let out an involuntary whinny, prompting Zélie to roll her eyes in the way a child does when trying to mimic adults.

"Stop that. I know you can talk, I've talked to hrihriwa before. I know lots of hrihriwa. Why are you in our field?"

Not getting an immediate answer, she continued: "Mom says the neighbor is moving fenceposts to steal our crops but none of us have seen it and he says it's not him doing it. Are you doing it?"

Moussa knew enough to understand that she was accusing him of theft, and his moral righteousness bested his fear. "I'm not doing anything! I don't even live here." His knees still shook, and so did his voice. But having found his voice, it was easier to keep going.

"I live up there." He pointed a hoof to the dark, almost black, wooden house, with its gables and styles and carvings, more intricate than any commoner's house. He seemingly didn't see the absurdity of telling a peasant that he lived in the Grand Lord's house.

But Zélie immediately saw it.

"My dad says your dad's a parasite."

Moussa blustered. Though he didn't really know what a parasite was (and in truth neither did Zélie) he could tell it was an insult.

"Yeah well, you're a stinky human, what do you know?"

"You're stinkier! You smell like horse poop and I bet you can't even do this."

She bent over, lifted her legs, and started walking on her hands. The argument that'd been building up in Moussa immediately fizzled out. It was true, he couldn't walk on his hands, not like that. But it gave him an idea.

Turning from horse to human was easy. And he had turned halfway sometimes, when scared or angry. Maybe he could do other things. Once again on two legs, he sat down and pulled off his intricately embroidered boots. Then, taking a deep breath and picturing in his mind what he wanted to do, he slowly willed his feet to give way to hands, and vice versa.

He looked up at Zélie, who was still walking on her hands. When their gaze met, he stood up on his hands, waved a foot at her - and both of them immediately lost their balance and fell onto each other.

They couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm Moussa by the way."

"I'm Zélie. Sorry I said you smell like horse poop."

"Sorry I called you stinky. Wanna be friends?"

"Sure!"

And from then on they were best buddies forever and no one would ever try to get between them or banish them or anything :')

[divisiblecloud]

So I bought Moussa some gifts

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「Zara Moussa」 by SilverTsuki | Twitter

๑ Permission to reprint was given by the artist ✔.

[miroimirage]

I drew my ocs and made a fake Polaroid! I scanned a Polaroid I accidentally messed up and used it as a base for this image - if you want it, it's at the bottom of this post! You can have it for all your fake polaroid needs :) I love them so much ;-; I was initially going to paint this traditionally (hence the pencil sketch) but I was afraid I'd mess it up, so I ended up colouring it digitally - I'll try to paint the irl pencil sketch too but better safe than sorry!

(Here you have a free polaroid image/template! I even included all the dirt that got stuck to the image for that real gritty feel - and if you'd also like to make your own fake polaroids, I reccomend this tutorial!)