#fun fact this is not what was originally planned

[fandom-fanatic0831]

TF2 OC?? 📢

This is the commander! Real name: Andres Guterres. He is a support role, who uses his quick wit, and sharp words to boost, or lower strength!

Age:39

Height:5’8

Place of origin: Cajeme, Mexico

Motto: “They say perfection is impossible. I am proof they are wrong!”

Hp:185

Speed: Slightly faster than Medic

His main weapon is a classic shotgun. Similar to Scouts! Pretty basic weapon, not much to say! Though it does take longer to reload

His melee weapon is his grappling hook! He can hit people with the hook at close distances, or, use it to get to higher ground to use his special ability! Or even just to quickly pull out of a tight spot! Each shot requires at least 40 seconds of cooldown between each shot.

His third weapon is the slingshot! He can use this to fire ammunition crates to teammates low on ammo. It can be shot at a medium range and requires a 100 second cooldown between each crate fired.

And finally, his megaphone! This is what is used for shouting! Using this ability he cant attack, but he can still help the team! By shouting words of encouragement, he can buff his team’s stats for up to 10 seconds. By changing the output, he can also yell at enemies to debuff them for the same amount of time ! He can buff/debuff up to three people at a time! All effects are 5% for 10 seconds.

His special is charged up by how many times he's used his ability. Once fully charged he can go into "rage", which buffs three nearby teammates with 10% output and input damages for all types.

His personality type is the standard pretty boy. He's a classic romantic and flirt. Kind of like a mix of spy and scout. He cares more about his appearance and his outtake more than his teams. He can be very distrustful at first, but tends to be extremely loyal to those he trusts.

He loves to drink tea, attend parties, having long talks with friends, and show off his abs.

One unfortunate thing about commander is his anger. Very hotheaded and quick to violently boil over, he is known to blow up on some teammates if things don't go as planned. And if he even feels a little disrespected, he is not afraid to teach whoever did it a lesson with his fists. Not that he always wins..

He tries to work on it even now, but tends to harness that violence in the battlefield.

Fun facts!

Andres is a huge animal person.

Commander may or may not have a small crush on spy. (He hates it)

He drinks tea so often because it's his mothers favorite, and it reminds him of home. (Mamas boy)

Commander is a shameless flirt. He'd even do it with the enemy to throw them off.

Very traditional when it comes to romance.

Has a huge criminal record. He was surprised he was even let in.

Bounus relationship chart boom

THAT'S ALL LMK IF YOU WANNA SEE MORE OF HIM!

[undertheopensky]

Concealed

Whumptober Day 15: Suppressed Suffering

Characters: Four

Trigger warnings: Stab wound, blood, electrocution, violence to a child (if you personally consider Four a child)

Spoiler warnings: This is set in the TotK Hyrule, so there may be some environment-related spoilers!

Read on Ao3!

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Four huddles in a dark corner, nursing bruises and a new disdain for Wild’s ‘Yiga’ cult.

They definitely hadn’t been prepared to hold onto someone child-sized. Even at their tightest, it had only cost Four a little skin and some time to wriggle free of the manacles, and that gap above the door was clearly not supposed to be large enough to fit a whole person through. Sometimes, the side-effects of being immersed in Minish magic at such a young age came in handy.

Now, his main problem is just that they’re fucking everywhere.

We have got to help Wild clear some of these bastards out, Blue grumbles. I thought he said they were a splinter group?

Well they’re clearly a sizeable splinter group, says Vio, now shut up and let me focus. We have to time this just right.

Four waits for the guard to turn away from the tunnel he wants, and darts forward. He’s following the pull of fresh air, the sense of relief that is the earth spilling an opening to the outside world, rather than a map or empirical exploration. Which is great, because these tunnels are ridiculous, he’d get so lost doing that. It’s rooms upon rooms and tunnels that all look the same, except for however many fucking Yiga inhabit each one. He’d call it a miracle none of them have caught him yet, but they don’t seem… all that bright. He’d overheard a three-way argument on the best way to cook bananas, with a fourth person proudly chiming in about how the Hero had told him to try freezing them and they were amazing, only to get dogpiled by the others because when did you talk to the Hero?! Why didn’t you kill him?! “But banana ice cream!” they wailed from the bottom of the heap. “It’s so good, you have to try it!”

Blue in particular is offended they’d been captured by these guys, though Green is also not pleased.

All the wet stone and moss makes for slippery footing. It makes it even harder to get out without attracting attention, struggling not to flail or fall over or do anything attention grabbing.

This doesn’t seem very safe, Red muses. Four is climbing up a wall, very carefully choosing his grips and praying no one looks up.

Who the fuck even has a tunnel that people have to climb vertically?!

It doesn’t look like it was carved, says Green. Maybe it’s just the way the cave happened?

Ignoring all of them, Four peers over his shoulder as he nears the lip of the overhang to make sure no one can see him. Fortunately there’s a stack of crates in the way, so he climbs up using them as cover.

Look at all the moss on the stone, no one uses this as a regular path, Vio is arguing. At best it’s utilised for air ventilation.

I still think it’s fucking stupid to just have an open hole any idiot can fall down in your secret base!

“Maybe it’s how they weed out the stupidest,” Four mutters under his breath.

Red giggles guiltily.

The crates make a great but ultimately unnecessary barrier; no one’s in the room or any of the nearest corridors. Four creeps onwards. Distant laughter echoes; he can’t help tensing, despite knowing it’s just another card game. Identities hidden behind masks and magic, even their voices sound the same, and that eerily-similar laughter was the last thing he heard before waking up in a moss-covered cell. Some part of him still expects the cold touch of a blade or a hard fist to be waiting around every corner, punctuated by mocking laughter.

Four turns a corner and catches a glimpse of sunlight, a snatch of pine-scented air.

His heart leaps. The exit!

There’s no one along this stretch of tunnel, probably because of the small cliff he has to climb. Why bother guarding something no one will bother with, or will fall down like a blind idiot and then lie around moaning over their broken leg?

Blue’s annoying but he’s not wrong. The cliff is high enough to force Four to shove a crate up against it to climb onto first, since he isn’t Wild and can’t climb like a lizard with thumbs. They must not use this entrance much if there isn’t so much as a ladder for access. Goddess, he can see the sky from here, he can even see the castle.

Four takes the last few steps at a run, desperate to feel sunlight again -

Pain bursts in his side.

“Haha! So the great Hero thought he could sneak past me…”

The words fade into meaningless noise. Lost in static, Four staggers as the blade is yanked back. He nearly falls. Doesn’t, thanks to the combined efforts of the four screaming Colours in his head, pulling at every muscle to lock him in place until the dizziness hardens. One shaking hand comes up to cup the new wound, blood hot and wet and flooding his fingers.

The Yiga is just standing there, Four’s blood dripping off their wicked hooked blade.

He doesn’t stick around to see what their next move will be. He runs.

The steep grade of the path yanks gasping sobs from him with every agonising step. Even breathing hurts. It pulls at the new hole in his side every time he inhales. In his mind the Colours are a strained hum. They all experience the same pain, the same fear; all their words have fled in the face of it.

Instinct drags him towards the heavy shadows and reaching trees of the forest. Maybe it’s the promise of hiding places; maybe it’s the memory of the Minish Woods, a lifelong haven for them. Whatever the case, the dappled shadows and thick underbrush are a visceral relief.

…they should be hunting him by now. Even if that guard was too incompetent to call for backup, someone had to have found his empty cell.

He’s stumbling, dizzy with pain and shock. He needs to get away - needs to get enough distance - but he’s so slow right now there’s no way they won’t outpace him -

Voices. Loud, angry; the sound of metal on metal.

Out of time.

The tree is so ancient that its roots cradle empty hollows where the dirt of centuries has been washed away by rain. Four crawls into this empty space, burrowing into the thick carpet of leaves. He hopes the bright colours will disguise any blood that he gets on them in the process.

Burying his nose in musty dirt to hide his breath, he waits.

The voices come closer.

“- you kidding me?! In the time it took you to remember to do your rounds he could have made it off the Plateau entirely! He could be anywhere by now!”

“Aw, come off it, Marn! None of us thought the kid would get out of those chains!”

“Besides, I’ve been wanting to test this thing out!”

There’s a crackling sound Four is all-too familiar with. His eyes widen, and he shoves as much of his bracer-covered forearm in his mouth as he can manage before -

Thunder booms directly overhead.

Four feels it more than hears it. Ears ringing, brain whiting out, electricity dancing over his skin; the pain that had been radiating from his side is overridden by the lightning in every nerve screaming to life. It goes on, and on, and on -

Then it stops, just as suddenly as it started.

Four lies in the leaves, gulping air that burns, and knows he screamed through the makeshift gag. Can only pray it did enough, just as he can only pray no one was looking at this pile of leaves while his body thrashed and jerked. He’s in no condition to stand up, much less run, if the Yiga noticed him.

His ears still ring.

Through the buzz, he hears more shouting, but it takes a moment for the words to register. The Yiga are fighting - arguing, rather.

“Oam, what in the DAMNED HELL was that for?!”

“It’s lightning! If he was in range, he woulda gone down like a sack of rocks!”

“You idiot!” There’s the sound of someone being smacked upside the head. “There’s no way he’s still close enough! You just zapped all of us instead! And look, you called up a damn thunderstorm! Quick, everyone get inside!”

Four lies very very still in the fallen leaves, waiting for the footsteps to fade away.

Then he drags himself up, clamps a hand over the still-bleeding wound in his side, and starts to move.

[ricky-mortis]

Curtwen Week Day 4: Haunted

[i-have-art-block]

(re) introducing Pelagic Paradox from Anarchy Bay!!!

Their story is the same (except for who plays what instrument), but I wanted to updated their designs to more accurately reflect my new vision for these characters. (original designs)

[itsnotjustgibberish]

“The flames keep on beckoning, but I won’t let this forest burn for me.”

The Forest For The Trees will not leave my brain I adore both the song and music video so very much. I want to make for art for it once July has passed since I’m a bit more focused on Artfight at the moment, but for now here’s what I suppose would be ‘sonas’ for this song.

Anyways. Love this song it’s already become very personal and important to me, and I have so many thoughts about the meanings, as well as the specific symbolism for these designs, but I do not feel the need to articulate them right now. Perhaps I will at another point

[moodyzines]

I’m already planning it out gang

[cathalbravecog]

QUACK QUACK QUACK QUACK

[quirkle2]

some stuff i didn't get to finish this year, mostly bc the motivation ran dry. even if i don't finish a piece i still have a blast makin the sketches

[qoldenskies]

Also you 🤝me

Doing Bad Things Happen Bingo looking at Rise and cackling wickedly…..now to make them their own separate thing or write more CC brainrot

always the option to mix it up a little !!! i'll probably be writing a little cc if i get an idea for something really good with my bthb but im probably going to focus mooostly on original prompts so mess around. do what your heart desires!!!

[braisedhoney]

hey bud, can you pass the wine instead of spilling it everywhere pretty please

(super experimental bc i need practice with perspective and lighting lol. tried to limit my color palette and not use any blending modes either. fun challenge!!)

[purble-gaymer]

i am not a buffoon! i don’t even know what a buffoon is! seriously, what is it? some type of monkey? (new chapter!)

[thecryptidart1st]

*painstakingly goes through multiple files and extracts individual characters to make a new business card for Lightbox Expo*

[tstain-is-an-idiot]

Fruit thief

[pallases]

mm.

[hermanunworthy]

yall does my lack of personal romantic experience Show in my writing 😭

[neriyon]

5 Character Associations - Yulan

Emotions

Embarrassment: Bit too worried about how others see him.

Curiosity: World has lots to see and learn.

Anxiety: Meeting new people can be very stressfull.

Temperemental: Quick to show his anger or annoyance.

Passion: His dedication to his work cannot be doubted.

Colors

Royal Purple

Gold

Silver

Black

White

Scents

Flowers

Metallic (like after touching coins)

Coffee

Amber

Chili

Objects

Big gold "earring": Vaguely reminicent of the shape of a spear. Memento from someone already passed, he's never seen without it.

Jewelry: Usually dressed in more than one handmade piece.

Boquet of flowers: While it take a while for him to warm up, he likes gifting flowers to others.

Bagfull of bits and bobs: Stuff kinda... gathers itself into his bag. At least it's very useful to always have materials handy for emergency fixes?

Mammet: He both makes and collects mammets. There's usually at least one trailing after him.

Body Language

Arms crossed: His own little barrier against the world.

Bright red blush: What? No! Go away!

Thumping: Both from annoyance as well as having to wait.

Hiding behind others: Sometimes you just want to hide from the awkward encounter behind someone familiar and safe.

Gently tugging loved one's clothes or hand: For someone quick to show annoyance, he's rather subtle when asking for attention from someone close.

Aesthetics

Messy workshop with tons of projects and various papers scattered around.

Sunny garden with rows of colorful flowers.

Paint splatters on hands and face.

Beautiful gemstones, carefully laid out on soft velvet.

Moment shared with a loved one, just the two of you.

Hey guess who forgor they were tagged again for this? That's right, me. And since I have bunch of ocs anyway, I thought: why not do the thing again but with a different character?

Anyway! Thank you for tagging me @mimble-sparklepudding ! (Previous version with Hawu'li can be found here.)