#incubator oc

[caffeinated-chaos-bean]

Update on Izumi's design process!! Plus her incubator lmao.

Its taken me more than a week to get to this point. You have no idea how painstaking it is when you get so involved into a character's design process and want it to look good, especially when you know its mostly because of how much of a perfectionist you are at the end of the day.... Over all? I'm glad I finally have a design I like. I tried SEVERAL different leg and wrist options, skirt options, dresses, etc.

And before aaaaanyone decides to come for me due to giving her a high-low skirt that shows her pelvic area, its on theme not for sex*lization purposes. She's a water themed mahou and in turn I want her design to reflect that, hends a lot of the scalloped edges and the seashells and her being barefoot (although that's also due to her just not liking to wear shoes if she has the choice). Plus it also alludes to frilly swimsuit bottoms that can be seen in both "beach episodes" and in lolita swimwear (yes that exists people). The pearls and shells allude to oceanic themes, and because she's also being given wind undertones, she gets little wings on her ankles. Little Hermes nod lol. And the hip pauldrons? Those allude to Atlantis and how a lot of mermaid royalty tend to have protective armor in more modern scifi.

Tomorrow after work I'll try my hand of what wrist or hand accessories to give her. I know that I want her fingers to be free at least, along with maybe her palms. Outside of that I have no idea.

Also still thinking up names for her incubator. He's gonna be white mostly but instead of pink/red markings and fades on the ears, its probably gonna be teal or something. Also his ear...tail...thingies? They aren't folded in how he's posed. Its actually arounded and bulbous, kinda like how the bottom of an octopus plushie is.

[theomniplayer]

My Meta themed Madoka Magica AU

Warning: madoka magica spoilers

The story follows a particular incubator who after a mishap with their technology found themselves cutoff from the incubator hivemind the rest of the species makes up.

Experiencing the world for the first time as an individual the incubator begins to question their species purpose and the harm they have done. Unsure of what to do feeling like their entire worldview is crashing down on them they flee from the rest of the incubators and are found by a young woman from another world who has come to attempt to find an answer to the constant struggles of the incubators doing.

Both seeming lost they strike up a deal but not like the many contracts that have come before, this isn’t a trick or an attempt to gain something but two people attempting to find their place together in a new world.

Little does the incubator that would soon be known as Inky know, there’s a lot more to the world then they might know and it may have something to do with their new friend. Who may have more a glimpse past the curtain then most.

(Not the best description I might try and write a better one tomorrow when I have more energy to think, but it gives you the idea of the plot. BTW the incubator dyed their fur to try and distinguish themselves from the other incubators, the black and red fur isn’t natural)

[candy-fae]

FIRST EVER MASS ATTACK!

Nanabey by mewblanca on AF

Silvey by @reatheartist

And unnamed incubator by @possbat

[pussinbootsfearless]

Crimson Kyubey Rose (Red), Sapphire Kyubey Opal (Blue), Crystal (Light Blue)

The Incubator Sisters

[keybordcaps]

made an incubator sona. this thing comes up to you and asks for food, what do you do?

[unknownfrom34]

A Moth to The Flame

I know that Beelzebub was referred to as the Fly but the title had to fit here as it was the first thing I thought of. Another dish gift for @muzzleroars to feed a lot.

The story will take place long before the Archangels' birth. So enjoy this dinner I have set up for you all! 💋

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IT BURNS.

He thrashed around, blinded by panic and pain-

IT HURTS IT HURTS IN HURTS

He can't recall what those things he was throwing at the seemingly squishy surface, four appendages with five numbs for each one-

IT BURNS IT HURTS IT BURNS IT HURTS SO MUCH THAT IT FEELS, IT WAS LIKE HE WAS STRUCK BY LIGHTNING

With a strangled half-grunt mixed with a short scream and bubbles floated out of himself, he managed to bursts though the surface. He panted and writhed from the sudden adrenaline rushing through his veins and heart. He curled in on himself and shut his eyes tight as he breathed in and out too fast that he can't process what was happening all around him. He was suffering from a panic attack due to bursting himself out of that egg but why?

Why Why Why Why Why why why why why why why!? Why god-!!? The thoughts had suddenly stopped in their tracks once he felt something else besides what he is feeling at the moment. It took him a solid second or longer that it came from back of his head. A hand. A hand that is pleasantly warm.

"Can you hear me?" A voice questioned him, it was fairly gentle and filled with concern. "I am here." He wasn't sure if he can look at... Whatever its paw belong to at the moment, his lungs were being abused by his own breathing before that first gentle touch had came onto his head. It slowed a little but still fast. "Breathe slow, let us calm you down."

Was that an...? What is even the voice is asking him him to do?

He wasn't sure but he did tried to but a sob and hiccup had left him as his body was now beginning to process what had happened to him.

He thrashed in a blind panic and a half-shout. The voice was startled as he heard it shouted "Be careful, child! Oh Father have mercy...!" before feeling that hand and another hold onto his right shoulder, possibly to hold onto him or pin him down or what it can do but he was strong yet gentle.

It was ragged and harsh at first but then he felt air enter his lungs and left him as he breathed through his nose and then mouth and then nose again. The shaking he was producing had crawled to a stop saved for a moment of shudder crawled up his spine. That feeling was gone but it still lingers. His eyes turned towards the person who helped him. This "face" looking at him back has only have one eye. •─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Much he had learned from the angel that helped whom he learns that the angel was a seraph who was famous around this strange realm he was born into.

Nine spheres of Heaven or simply called Heaven. Why he was famous is that he can raise the morning Sun up on the spheres and the empty sphere filled with water and dry lands decorating it. The Morning Star was named Lucifer. "I am sure that you have many questions." Lucifer looked at him after he covered him with a blanket as they both sat on the most comfortable pillows. A long trip to his personal bed chambers was tiring for the Seraph as he was tasked to bring him, whom the strange being who he calls "the Father" which in return called him "Beelzebub." What does that mean?

Was it a term? Was it a name?

He looked at Lucifer as he gripped the blanket tightly as if it was his life line. He was born with such a traumatic way was one thing but it stunned him further once he realized more about himself. He wasn't born with two arms, he was born with four of them. He wished that he was honest with himself but he doesn't wish to look at them, all of them, he just rather hide inside the blanket and look at Lucifer with polite more than respect of the Prince of the Heavenly Hosts. "I..." It was the first time he talked. His voice was horse from what happened. "I am afraid I have too many." He apologized, he lowered his head down, letting his eyes closed at once. "This is all just..." he stopped himself with unease. "This is so much to take in."

He then looked up to the Seraph. "Just... why am I called Beelzebub?"

Lucifer held his tongue for a moment, basically thinking a way to answer his question to which he does so right away for this weary Power. "It is your name." Lucifer answered reassuringly as he raised his hands a little bit. "Given upon your birth as I was the First."

"The First?" He cocked to the right. "You were the First?" "Yes, I am the First to be born." The Seraph hummed notedly with a nod. "I was born by His hands, giving a part of Himself for I shall live a life as the Light Bringer."

"What is Light Bringer?"

"I who brings Light to all, the Father wished this for our universe." Now it is Beelzebub's turn to held his tongue of his own. Turning over the words he spoke for a moment with curiosity. "Then why am I born to His realm?" He spoke his new question to the Morning Star, straighten his head upright. "What is my purpose here?"

"Well," He hesitated for a moment, recalling the talk between him and the Lord, "I was told that you will serve as my Guardian." He answered lightly as possibly. "In fact, you are the 34th angel to be born this year. So," He placed his hand over to where his mouth should be and lets out a chuckle. "You are quite in last place as I was in lead of the race, aren't you not?"

Beelzebub said nothing but stared at him, rather confused to why he sounded like that.

Lucifer took notice right away.

"It was a joke, my friend." Lucifer explained himself, he now recalls that he was new to this life as he tilted his head to the right. "I have merely forgotten you are just recently born."

"I do not know of the "Joke," Lucifer." Beelzebub said with a shrug. "I have still have so much to learn. Much like my role as your Guardian, what is Guardian?"

Lucifer looked at the Power, with patience, he said "Well, a word guardian is someone must protect something or someone important, we may never or already know that it or they may be something of great significance to political or religious standards." he then looked at him slightly. "Are you understanding any of this?"

Beelzebub nodded.

"I do."

"Very good." Lucifer smiled. "Do you have more questions?"

"I afraid I have more to count." He regretfully answered, hung his head before his holstered it back upright to look at the Morning Star once more. "What is the Father? Who is the Father? Where did He come from?"

Lucifer stayed silent for a moment. "It was..." He started to say, a little taken aback by it with surprise. "They are quite interesting questions I must admit." He placed his hand on his head, seemingly trying to think up an answer to say for this curious Power. "You see, I have asked those very same questions to the Father when I was first born from the fires of pain but love and adoration."

"You did?" Beelzebub was interested right away, looking at him further. "What did he answer you?"

The Seraph paused for a moment, he had never had this angel in his presence before but this is going to be an interesting evening. "The Father had ran off from His own home universe in the void, he wished to have one where the Light and Dark will co-exist with these Spheres. But His family..." He trailed off for a moment, looking up at the ceiling as if he was worried to finish the rest before ultimately decided to do so to satisfy the Power's curiosity.

"His family, more talented in created realities far more grander and more terrible than the last, laughed at this idea and doubt Him. He had spoke more of His story but if I had to cut this story short; His relations with His people had ended on a sour note." "It has?"

Lucifer nodded once with a closed eye. "It was bad but He was able to prove them wrong further but I will explain more to you later." He studied him after revealing the backstory of how all things came to be, taken notes of his body movements as one who is tired. "You looked tired, my friend."

"Tired?" He yawned, he sounded defiant to Lucifer's words. "I am not tired, Light Bringer."

"Than why did you yawn?" He shot back, a knowing glare with a half-shut eye, if he has eyebrows, no doubt that one will be raised to somewhere higher than Heaven itself.

"What is "Yawn?"" He asked, trying to act like he does not acknowledge it. "It usually means you are tired. That is what." Lucifer pointed it out, a slight dinge of amusement towards the Power's disregard of his state. Defeated, his face-wings tilted downward as he looked pity.

"Ah."

Lucifer shook his head with his eye shut gently, his dark 'mask' seemed to be a bit mischievous. "I shall tell you more of this yawn in the morning, my friend."

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The morning was... Pretty eventful.

He had woke up to the song of the heavenly voice calling out from the outside the still-darken sky of the Eighth Sphere of Heaven and having caught his attention when he noticed the balcony. He got out of his bed which was the floor turned into a big bed for guests, mostly newborn angelic choirs due to the Father's creations.

He stopped short once he stood near the railing when he noticed a hint of light over the horizon before the sun rose upwards and with it, a small dark figure with burning wings with arms raised with such talent. Morning has come and he had a front-row seat of seeing it happening before him.

Looking closer at the flying figure coming closer, he realized that it is Lucifer. He took a few steps backwards to let the Seraph make a graceful landing on the railing with two feet and hands settling onto it, like a most beautiful creature ever created by God.

"Have I disturb your slumber, Beelzebub?"

The Power blinked a few times before he shook his head violently, letting the question settling in with a stutter.

"Um... No really, Lucifer." He answered, placing one of his four hands settling on his head, tenderly petting his flames resembling an insect fur with closed eyes. "I have just woke up."

Lucifer cocked his head to the right, seeing through his lie but he did apprentice it. "I hope it wasn't too tiring." he said as he setting his first foot down and then the second, sitting on the railing with his hands on either side of his form. "I assume that you have come to see what I, the Morning Star, have brought forth."

"I have seen it, and no wonder why the Father had called you the Morning Bringer, thy Prince of Heaven."

Lucifer chucking, admiring the praise. "Oh thank you, Beelzebub. At ease." he lifted his hand slightly to ease the Power to which he does so. He assumed that the Guardian role is settling in already.

"Why did the Father fit you the role of raising the small ball of fire?" "The sun, you mean?" Lucifer looked at him quizzically. "The Father had no means to raising it when he first created everything, he did try but failed to do so but after being the first angel ever born and seeing that I was able to with my power of His Light, he had appointed the role onto me with the mantle of the Prince of the Heavenly Hosts."

"Interesting."

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Beelzebub learned more behind Lucifer's birth since he already had told him what happened before his birth, but he learned what had happened afterwards. The mantle of Prince of Heaven created for Lucifer, the creation of a few more angels a year after, creation of fountains of light, teaching other newborn angels, the failed attempts to have a helm over his 'face' via Light fountains, the building of the cities in Heaven.

Tea was something to calm the nerves is something he like to look forward for after being taught by the leader of the several angelic knights, Azazel.

"It must've been tiresome," Lucifer had said the other day after training. "You are getting better at discipline everyday."

It is true, it is tiresome but it must've been the same for Lucifer as well, raising the sun each day with artistry and love.

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Something had took his interest, while walking home one day, he had noticed two angels in private alone in a dark corridor of the palace. Man and woman.

The first one was dancing first, wings on display as they fluttered and spread to reveal a glow of pink and white. The woman did the same. The look in their eyes is saying something, recalling what he was taught in training with Azazel: Study your opponent, find a weakness.

Weakness usually ranged from a crack in armor to emotional.

From what he found, it was affectionate, care, and... And love.

He wasn't sure about this dance or what it meant but it shared a same traits with Lucifer. Artistry and love.

He wondered if...

No, no it is not right. He shouldn't meddle with the higher authorly of Heaven, and on the safe side, he could ask Lucifer about it himself with gentle question if he asked how his day was.

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He can tell when the Prince of the Heavenly Hosts is troubled, from the way he talked about the current affairs' of the Nine Spheres and his body language. They said it all.

Lucifer had said that the Father appeared to be more tired than usual, like a dimmed candle light flickering, threatening to go out completely. He spoke whenever he talked to him, it seems like it was catching up to him and to make matters worse; more unfinished stars have exploded to where they are.

Beelzebub had to shield the one he had vowed to the Father to protect from the falling debris but Lucifer would've used a halo to shield them both but Beelzebub, oh so persistent, prevented him in doing so, a few sharp ones landed on the left side of his back, near to the spine by an inch and the other to the shoulder.

Only five of the unfinished, unstable stars exploded. That's all.

"You are an moron, Beelzebub." Lucifer scolded him with mixture of annoyance and worry for his guard. "You truly are one. You hear me?" he spoke further as carefully placed a warm clean wag on his shoulder, cleaning off the blood. Other Beelzebub's arms had helped out on holding a few bandages and gauzes as they self-bandaged himself around the waist and half his chest.

"I had made an oath to protect you." He defended himself. "That is what I have only done." As his helm looked at his one-eyed visage. Lucifer rolled his visible eye. "You know that I could protect us both but why prevent me from doing so? You've got yourself hurt." His gaze soften lightly. "You could've died if I didn't threw my halo over our heads after your hold had weaken."

"I didn't died because of the halo that has your handsome face on it had shield us."

Lucifer glared at him but there was a hint of mischievous in that glare. "And you think that my lovely appearance can't take on a few scratches?"

"You would be a prune flat if I become one before you." Beelzebub eyed Lucifer for a little moment. "You are too beautiful to have that face broke into three pieces if I didn't interfere."

Lucifer responded by smacking the bug in the face with the bloody wag, dirtying it a little. "You truly are the moronic angel that had ever graced this universe."

Beelzebub chuckled lightly, just as Lucifer had begun to clean his helm almost immediately out of regret of his action. "But an moronic angel that was tasked to be by your side as a guard."

Lucifer chuckled softly under his breath, his flames have a soft shade of pink in it; maybe a little more pink than usual.

"I cannot argue with that."

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Beelzebub had came to realized that Lucifer had left, a seraph that had stayed here before leaving had explained that the Father needed him. This time, to help him make new angels.

Beelzebub wondered why God had requested Lucifer's assistance but he should go after him but the law of the Father had requested that only Lucifer must be present to Him.

Maybe he could ask him when he comes back.

[baphofemme]

just imagining a raver and a mosher being gfs 🥰

[zoetheneko]

Inktober day 4 - Incubation

This is Libra (I'll be posting about her redesign soon) still in her incubation chamber.

[eldragon-x]

Well, now that I've finished pmmm, I want to talk about Kyubey and Incubators.

I reeaaally don't like the implication that the Incubators are evil Because they don't feel emotion, which I feel like is the authorial intent. I get the point is that Kyubey acts based on cold uncaring logic but hm.

On that note, I don't think you can excuse Kyubey for not understanding what he's doing wrong because that's on him. I believe that he doesn't understand human values, I even buy that he doesn't think he's doing wrong, but he does know that the Magical Girls suffer because of him. He knows he has to withold information to get them to make a contract with him. He just justifies it all to himself because it's for the greater good and if the girls are upset about it, that is their fault for not understanding the good their (unwilling) sacrifice does in the long run. Lacking emotion doesn't mean lacking compassion. Kyubey just doesn't bother to try get on an eye-level with humans.

[kiddysart]

Headshot commission for kill3r_qu33n_arts on intagram!

[flippedorbit]

T

how the fuck did i hit post limit today. i haven’t even been on here all day like i usually am

[pussinbootsfearless]

Crystal (Laura Phantom's Incubator)

[trasharc]

i’m trying to remember the name of Caleb’s (my OC’s) father cause I made him hot as fuck for no reason in this flashback scene.

Since I can’t remember, i’m naming him Johnathan. Johnathan Maurice.

[dawnleaf37]

level 276 . The hive

[boycigs]

some writing for an oc of mine. never finished it but dunno what it needs. I switched pov towards the end..

[prokopetz]

While I agree with the sentiment that having a character creation schema that doubles as an OC incubator is a cardinal virtue of any tabletop RPG, I think it's important to bear in mind that focusing on relatable identities and clear motivations and evocative personal histories is only one possible way of achieving that. Another is having a bunch of goofy rules toys and big stupid random tables that both encourage and facilitate creating some sort of Fucking Creature.