#currently unnamed oc

[transingthoseformers]

Hi, gremlin from recent coment here.

I got bit more ideas to dump in. Until they get proper name and look I will refere to them as "Cat".

-Cat being a minicon just like Ravage, but maybe without working with bigger bot. They could either be free minicon or had master that died or they run away from.

-They might be a bounty hunter, hitman or spy to hire. Maybe without faction they belong to, just who pay more.

-Alternatively, them being opposite of Ravage: Autobot security guard, responsible for keeping sensitive data from getting into Decepticon's hands.

-Since Ravage resembles black jaguar, Cat could look like other species of big cats, like lynx or caracal.

-Since I brought Kitty Softpaws, Cat having sort of disability/permanent injury. Not working T-cog, their animalistic paws replaced with clawless version or something else.

I've thought about more about this kittycon more while I was gone, and the best name I could come up with was Feliform or Felifast which is a bit ehh

May I suggest they had a host mech who died in the war (or after the war)? But they've been alone for a While since

BOUNTY HUNTER MINICON SOUNDS SO COOL TO ME

That or maybe an assassin

Or the autobot security guard idea, maybe that'd pit the two of them against each other temporarily??

Hmm, I was tempted to either base them on a more sleek panther or even a serval cat? Honestly there's so many options, though I'm still stuck on their color palette (maybe, considering Ravage is black and whitr, Cat more brightly colored?) (I'm thinking almost white and blue or yellow with black highlights?)

I feel like we should absolutely lean into our inspiration here and suggest Cat has no claws, and it causes issues like declawing usually comes with issues.

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current events of an askblog im doing!!

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rboto

his lower body is made of synthetic flesh while his upper body is made of soft metal

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A beautiful dream

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[strawby-fields]

Compilation of burrowing bugs, aka my funny little specbio buggy dudes who look like the tbh autism creature

They’re just so fun to doodle

[magic-cricketbat]

i’m not usually one to make ocs but i was chatting with my friend as we were rewatching dead boy detectives so just hear me out:

monty deserves a boyfriend we can all agree on this. give us another bird familiar, a magician’s assistant who understands what it is to exist as both bird and boy and not know which one feels more correct. someone to fly with and leave little sticks and rocks as gifts.

monty, the most sunshine crow (a bird often associated with darkness and bad omens) and a dove familiar who turns into the snarkiest most grumpy little man you’ve ever seen.

bird boyfriends. gimme bird boyfriends. 🐦‍⬛ 🕊️

[entropii]

Enter pact with her? y/y

(original design @/iingezo!)

Vibes so far:

Celestial (?) being who beckons you in to make a deal with you.

A tasseled, circular mirror that floats in the palm of her hand.

Pools of clear, frigid water pouring into each other.

A vast crystal humming in a space taken out of time.

Fortune and misfortune in equal measure.

A black bird perches in a tree.

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opt in/out for cod stuff (making a separate tag list for it from my fc5 stuff)

Since I posted a new chapter of both All Along the Watchtower and American Beasts this week, why not share some of the ladyhawke!au (medieval fantasy) i've started on for my cod ship:

Five years.

Five long years. 

Five long years. Alone. 

Each day getting that much harder to watch pass. The break of day a cruel mistress for him as the spark of burning sun that rises each morning means he is once again left to wander. 

Jonathan Price knew no home any longer, held no loyalty except to one person, and as he travels each rocky road and dirt path between villages the sights have all become a blur, blending into one bland doldrum of grey. He can’t even appreciate the stars in the sky, nor the cool silver glow of the moon. There was just the sun, but with it came no light, not anymore. Days were one long expanse of reflecting on his memories of a better time, of the things he no longer got to have. Things so close yet so far away. Just out of reach. Like a figment in the corner of one’s vision, a mirage of an oasis he took for granted when he had it at his fingertips. 

Pulling on the reins of his trusted Karachay horse, Nikolai, the horse’s long dark mane blowing in the mid-morning breeze, Price took long strides through the woodland green as his loyal companion followed, whinnying as the small lamb trotting along with them fell behind. It's wool coiled soft and white, eyes large and innocent, bleats it's discontent as he moves quicker than little legs can carry. 

Pausing his march, he turns to look over his shoulder and grumbles quietly to himself before calling out to the animal, “Now, now, my girl. None o’ that. I carried you for the last five miles.”

The shrill little cry of the minuscule creature back at him in opposition to his chiding was enough to make him smirk. 

“Is that so?” He lifts a brow and looks down at the hooved creature announcing its displeasure, a low chuckle coming from him. “Well, whatever the lady wants, eh?” 

Scooping up the lamb into his arms, he places it in the saddle bag on the horse's back. It's little head pushing back the leather lid as it peers out at him, bleating once more, little pink tongue flailing with its call. 

“You're gonna be trouble for me today, aren't you?” He teases, grasping the lamb’s slender black hoof in his hand before brushing his fingers gently through the wool on its head. “Just like you to be, darlin’.” 

As easy as this moment seems to be, he finds himself overcome by a look of longing that furrows his brow and tightens his jaw. Carrying a loss with him that for so long he has tried his best to ignore, pretending as though it doesn’t weigh heavily on his heart with each passing moment. 

“You just rest those li’l legs of yours, my girl.” His voice is a husky whisper as he looks into the dark eyes of the innocent prey animal in his charge. “We'll stop for a meal soon enough.”

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y'all if i switch from aftg to an x-men related blog you're not allowed to say shit

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three birds chained to each other

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Basic design for that robot snake i mentioned, needs a bit of work but he's coming along cute nonetheless :]

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tight lacing queen ... WIP ... do y'all know of any spaces for fat fetishwear sites for reference because finding refs even to have wind-down sketch time and practice was miserable.

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the first sign of the plague is crumbling antennae and erratic behavior

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it’s 1:20am what the hell am i doing drawing i have to wake up at like 5 am

[pendulumstarway]

Happy 10 year anniversary to my online art presence, I guess?

Jeez.. I've come a long way...