#OC: Scorn

[snipdoodle]

I bought a skirt. I like how it looks.. but I'm embarrassed to go outside with it on.

Should I feel bad that I enjoy wearing this as much as I do? Am I allowed to like wearing it as much as I do? Will everyone judge me?

I want to wear it regardless.

[umblrspectrum]

tessa, being the edgy little freak she is, obviously took the original darkxwolf username

[glacierclear]

designed a whole pirate gang for meri!!! the crew of my darling scorned.

[kamiart]

woe, bat be upon ye

[lavenderarts]

Thin Line

Sometimes you forget which side you're on.

[eldenbiscuit]

See an Elden Ring opinion you disagree with? Someone insults your blorbo or your ship? Leaves an annoyingly pedantic comment on your fic? Just send them the ✨ Messmer seal of disapproval ✨ 🔥

Unedited version behind the line:

[orcbardneeul]

Neeul and Scorn getting caught in a sticky situation while dungeon crawling. Don't worry, Neeul had time to buff them with a song to resist acid damage...shame he didn't have time to sing the second verse to protect their equipment as well.

🎨: @phine-art

[sonic-fankid-showdown]

Poll 5, Round 1.

About Zayne: (by @sapphanimates) Zayne is Espio the Chameleon's only son, with no one knowing the identity of his mother aside from Espio himself, only stating that she was an 'Oni.' Zayne is quiet and calculating, with a bit of teenage edge. He studies the art of ninjitsu under his father's watch, but he also possesses the ability to manipulate metal objects with his mind. Perhaps a trait inherited from his mother? He dislikes those who let power go to waste and people who tend to repeatedly get on his nerves. So you can probably guess how he feels about Sasha, huh?

About Scorn: (by @transgender-battlekukku) Imagine if the worst people ever had an angel for a child. And said angel was also an abomination of nature scientifically engineered in a lab ^-^. Anyways, Scorn is 4 years old and inherited Mimic's shapeshifting, but neither of his fathers' natures.

[monsterbrush]

You guys ever see one single picture of a fly and become so infatuated with it that you design an entire character concept around it?

Anyway, this is Brom Caffra.

[thecipherlegacy]

We are so back 🙏

[justarandomlambblog]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 [END]

The second shackle comes off

Get adopted and feel loved, mangey cat

We're gonna pretend I didn't give Heket the wrong shaped crown aight? aught 👍

(explanation beneath the cut bc I didn't want dialogue)

The harvest comes. Narinder can't help but notice how sad the wheat fields are, the wheat growing small and patchy at best. He remembers how Heket would make the wheat fields flourish just by walking between the stalks. The memory of the fields she would create early in their godhood makes him feel somber, realizing now what the cost of being a godless land is; their entire lives are left to the limitations of the earth, without any god to help them thrive. These people are making the best of what they have, and they're happy even though it's not a lot.

Narinder notices some are harvesting wheat while others till the earth once it's been harvested, and the old dog explains that once this wheat is harvested they plant "winter wheat", which can be harvested in the spring before they plant their summer wheat. They till and fertilize the earth before planting the winter wheat, of course. Narinder tries his hand at harvesting the wheat, and the old dog begins to teach him how to use the sickle. Time passes.

Over the late summer, autumn and winter, Narinder learns how to live this provincial, modest life. He tills the fields with the other villagers, he sees feral beasts for the first time in over a thousand years, learns to collect eggs from said feral beasts, learns how and decides he doesn't like to collect milk (the godless lands have more feral beasts than the Lands of the Old Faith ever did), has finally regained enough strength to draw water from the village well without help, learns to bake bread (with great amounts of help so as to not waste the precious resources with the inevitable first fifty failures), and attends his first lantern festival. All in all, this marks his approach to his second year here, most of his first year spent indoors recovering. (His fur is also getting long, something something new me new hair something (totally not an excuse for me to draw hair))

At his first lantern festival, Narinder decides to partake in what is usually a coming of age tradition for the village; he gets an ear piercing, choosing a symbol that will essentially act as his written name. He chooses a symbol that is a crescent moon inside of a sun, thinking of Aym and Baal when he sees it. (Note: He is not scared/nervous about the ear piercing, he isn't bothered by a literal pinprick of pain, but the fact that someone he barely knows is this close with a needle is what worries him)

Later on, days or even weeks later, the old dog gives him a chain with their individual symbols on it, with a loose chain hanging from the other side of Narinder's sun-and-moon charm. Narinder questions this and the old dog explains the symbolism behind the charms; two charms with a chain extending between them indicates marriage/partnership, and two charms with another charm on the chain between them indicates that couple's child/children. The one Narinder has is the latter, with the second parent's charm missing, indicating that the old dog views Narinder as his own son, now. It takes a moment, but Narinder realizes all at once that this is the old dog's way of extending an invitation to become family- and it's been so long since Narinder had a family... (And yes, the old dog is fully aware that this cat is thousands of years old (Narinder was very vocal about this in the first weeks before he eventually stopped bringing it up), but that won't stop him from deciding he's gonna be this abandoned, fallen god's new family)

Narinder goes to sleep, and finds that despite everything- despite how simple and quaint and, frankly, not easy life in this little godless village is, he's happy. He has none of the luxuries that he had as a Bishop; no worship, no reverence, no servants, no silks or satins or veils or anything of the sort. Here he's just... one of the people. Just another face in the crowd. And he's happy. Happier than he's been in a long time. Unfortunately for Narinder, he is failing to realize that this godless village is a little less godless every day he's there. But that's not necessarily a bad thing.

The village wakes up to their fields flourishing like they never have before. The wheat is taller than the tallest villager, and no one is really sure what to do about this, but there is excitement throughout the village. Narinder thinks of Heket again, reminded once more how she would make the fields come alive. The shackle on his left hand opens up before dispersing into light, and he remembers the way she looked at him in the days leading up to his imprisonment, the quiet and somber warnings she would give him. He takes a moment to grieve before turning his attention back to the present, back to the family he's creating now.

[ilikemicrowaves]

Drawing my OCs in Joy Ang style part 4: Scornful of the night and skywings.

GOD IVE BEEN WANTING TO TALK ABOUT SCORNFUL SO BAD BUT THEY ARE A MAJOR SPOILER CHARACTER IN THE LORE GRGRGGRRGRGGRG

[rattini]

[glacierclear]

mlem.

[captainsaturnart]

“Avatar of Entropy.” Taken scorn fanatic? Here you go!

[peppertrax]

Wanna see my spidersona and his symbiote form?

Yes, yes you do.

His name is Alexis

(Paige is the name of my friends spidersona’s)

Here’s his face btw