#kritanta

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Art summary yippee!!!

what a year huh-

going back to my summary from last year and my 'goals' for this year (that being to draw more fanart) I'd like to say I did okay on that! I'd love to push myself more because I've been working on that isat!scu au and I've been going on a roll figuring out how it plays out compared to the base game.

,, which said motivation (plus seeing a lot on social media regarding like, doing things for your younger self and not what others want and who cares about cringe n such) has been making me want to work on my own oc world more too so hopefully next year will be a mix of both!

even though I had a bit of a slow period for the first half of the year, I still love a lot of what I made (even if I forgot to post some of it lmao)

I can't wait for next year :3c

last year's for reference!!

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proof humans are in my criteria😕

[serenofroses]

the current main ocs apart of my swtor legacy via Sims 4.

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OC-tober 2024, Day 1

Hello!! Been a while!

Sorry I haven't uploaded in like, a whole month lol, so since I'm back and have the time, I'll b attempting OC-tober for the 3rd year in a row!!

And since Alexie is still the #1 favorite, I also added the 2nd and 3rd place of OC's!

[achy-boo]

Yuutarou Kritanta

1.Neka

"Why act normal when you can join the madness?"-Yuutarou Kritanta

Full name: Yuutarou Kritanta

Additional Titles: The Deranged Hunter, Midnight Ranger's Mad Hatter

Gender: Male

Age: in his early to mid 20s

Birthday: Feb 17th

Sexuality: Omnisexual

Rarity: 5

Weapon: BroadBlade( Deadly Madness)

Class: Mutant

Attribute: Havoc

Affirmation: Jinzhou/Midnight Rangers

Personality: Deranged, flirty, cruel and calculating is what people describe him as The Deranged Hunter. To him, the more madness he received the better. His calculating ways makes him a threat to his enemies and rivals. But only few know him as caring soul who got broken beyond repair, created to be a deranged man who laughs cruelly at the misery of his enemies while crying in silence for the people who passed on.

Likes: Tricking his enemies with his manipulation skills, coffee, tea, children, rainy days, madness, insanity, seeing his closed friends happy, animals, spending time with Encore

Dislikes: Ppl trying to dig into his past without his consent, seeing everyone happy while he suffers in silence, oddly the mention of death, being reminded that he is broken beyond repair, lying to his closed friends(Mainly Jiyan and Calcharo)

Favorite Food: Spicy Pulled Chicken and Jinzhou Maocai

Least Favorite Food: Baa Baa Crisp(He had…mix feelings about that food..)

Pet Peeves: Questions about his piercing on his throat(He refused to say how he got it from), people asking him if he and one of his female colleagues/companions are dating(He nearly killed someone for that), ppl asking him to take off his mask(Will lead to him glaring at you)

Hobbies: taking walks at night(easier to reveal some stress), reading, rainy days, tricking his enemies into his traps

Talents: Manipulating words against someone, empathy(despise being mentally broken), hides his true feelings very well to strangers

Nickname(s): Taro, Krita, Rou(Encore only), Mad Hatter or Deranged Alice

Voice Claim: HIMERU from Enstars (Normal) Juuzou Suzuya from Tokyo Ghoul(Deranged)

Additional Info

- Suffers from small case of Maladaptive Daydreaming

- He come from a loving family until his mother ruined it all

- He grew deranged and mad after the event

- He is known as the Deranged Alice or Mad Hatter bc his favorite book and movie is Alice In Wonderland

- Use to be friendly with females but now: he is very wary of them

- When it came to male Rover, he is flirty and sus in way(Female Rover though. Either kept his distance or pretends that he didn’t see her)

- Seeing Death around him make him more depressed and emotionless

- He only trusted Jiyan and Calcharo

- He is responsible for his mother and step family’s murder(Nobody knows it was him to this day)

- His Character Story is ‘Hidden Mask Hidden Insanity’

"Someone...please...

SAVE ME FROM MY INNER DEMONS!!!"

-Yuutarou Kritanta

@dxmoness @aventxsha @yoghurtsan @httpghostface

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Art of @serenofroses's Sith Warrior Kritanta!

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Nothing lasts forever. Except mcdonalds

Made this comic as a way to explain their powers! Mihaela can see any moment in the past, and Kritanta can see any moment in the future. With exceptions, of course

[serenofroses]

Alright. As I promised to you in DM. I'll tell you a bit or two about my current swtor ocs (I will pick three here unless I should add more). under readmore but will try to keep it nice and short. I should note that everything about my legacy are 100% canon divergence.

Alright let's start with Kritanta.

She was the Jedi Exile in kotor era and the Wrath in swtor era.

She's not exactly the dark side Sith nor Jedi like everyone making her out to be, but she was known as Revan's only child. She struggled with dark thoughts due to having difficulties adjusting to the new life in swtor timeline after being forced into cryo-stasis by the Emperor.

So much had happened in the span of 50 years between kotor 2 and the Reclaiming Korriban event. Kritanta had a tough time adjusting to life in the swtor era after being placed in cryo-stasis by the Emperor for 50 years. by the time swtor class stories started, she was already established as Wrath. She supressed her emotions and kept to herself behind her stoticism.

She's trans and bisexual who is romantically involved with Vowrawn and Eleena Daru in polyarmous relationship.

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Next is, Jazmyn Nevrakis.

Jazmyn is the biological daughter to Kritanta and Vowrawn. She's also twin sister to Ania. How Jazmyn ended up with the Jedi than with her family was another story--she went with the Jedi willingly after being rescued by her mother and allies from traffickling ring.

Jazmyn is deaf--like my myself--and is friend of the Jawas and cute animals. She was trained by Satele Shan instead of Yuon Par. Tasiele Shan was supposed to take her under her wing but circumstances happened on Coruscant.

She misses her family but she doesn't miss the Sith Empire after a traumatic ordeal.

She's a lesbian who is romantically involved with her best friend Tau Idair, whom the two, alongside with their Jawa friends, shared joint Jedi Knight and Consular storylines with my friend Maczac's Jedi ocs Saheila and Maru.

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and lastly for this post is, Ania Nevrakis.

Ania is the biological daughter to Kritanta and Vowrawn. She's also the twin sister to Jazmyn. Like her twin sister, she is also deaf. She was a Sith Acolyte until her encounter with a certain vampiric Sith Lord changed everything for her.

She lost her Force powers--in a horrific way, more traumatising to her--everything that transpired that night ended up being a repressed memory. She doesn't think nor remember that man for years to come.

She went on to be trained as Imperial Agent--supposedly become a Cipher Agent--until the meeting with the Dark Councillor promoted her to a different position. She's not Cipher Fourteen. She became the Hand of Jadis and was granted her old Sith name "Vespera" back.

What Ania didn't expect was to find her caught up in the attention of both Marr and Jadis--unaware of the past drama between the two nor her deeper connections with them.

She's a lesbian and is romantically involved with Darth Marr and Darth Jadis in a polyamorous relationship.

SWTOR OC

I'm temporarily obsessed with swtor, so... do you have OCs in this game? Maybe drawings or headcanons for them?

If you were looking for a place to share them, it's here)) Share your characters in the comments (and if you don't mind, I'll probably try to draw those you publish))

Pic for attention)

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havent posted stuff I've drawn since October whoops lol :3c

i have been drawing since the oc-tober stuff but I got really busy with school and then a trip that I forgot to post stuff ngl,

so- art dump!

first off, redrew my old kritanta kill meme cause I felt I could do better lol

next- all my different Au!Alyans as that one meme/reaction image because it fit her/Them lmao. this also gave me the chance to design/redesign the different AUs

next, in stars and time scu au because I love shoving them into other things lmao

ive got an older rough draft doodle of everyone there (and I do have bigger full body ref wips just haven't had motivation to continue em rn) and I started planning how it would all work out (with the help of my friend jae ❤️) I just got distracted with playing with ocs again so I'll continue it another time lmao

I will share this I drew the other day-

I may have yoinked kinito!cicle and turned him into an oc (ish) and I wanna throw him into my one oc world cause i can lmaohdng (and his name is kit now :3c )

there's also siffrin here because yeah

they're my funny little friend group of four that I'm currently very into doodling rn lmao

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Hii can you do a junko enoshima fictive? But with no transharmed ids. Tyyy

Junko Enshima Fictive

CW BLOOD

Name(s): Junko , Kritanta

Gender(s): FemiNull , GoreLexic , DeathBodiment , SadiBodiment , BloodLustGender , HateBodiment

Pronouns: She/Her , Despair/Despairs , Hatred/Hatreds , Gut/Guts , Gore/Gores

Age(s): Multiage

TransID(s): Synharmful , TransDIDfaker , TransSHaddict , NullOrgan , PermaSuicidal , TransXenoSatanist , TransAntiEndo

CisID(s): ASPD , Cisharmful , No empathy , Apathetic , Abuser , Magentamian

Role(s): Persecutor , Aggressor , Melpomic , Cynic

Like(s): Torture , Bears , Despair , Horror , Pain , Gore , Meat

Dislike(s): Happy people , School , Being told what to do , Routines , Fairytales , Romance , Helping

Personality trait(s): Egoistical , Brave , Jealous , Yells a lot , Mean , Carefree , Charismatic , Unpredictable

Appearance:

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8, 14 and 30 for Raeshen or Maverik'a. :)

Thank you for the ask!! I'll take Maverik'a for 8 & 14 and 30 for both.

Asks

8. What hobbies does your OC have? What do they do to unwind?

Maverik'a LOVES speeders, swoop bikes, truly any sort of mechanic vehicles (you should've seen her face when she rode that Iokath droid!). It's always been her hobby and one of the few things she ever did for fun during her Jedi training days. To this day, she still collects speeders and do races for fun. She and her husband share that in common, everyone at the Alliance is used to see them race in the Odessen wilds lol. And in-game she genuinely has so many mounts (cuz I love speeders too).

14. Who's a character they cannot stand! It's on sight when they see them!

I think it's safe to say Valkorion. It's interesting because she usually never hates anything, even the most cruel person in the world will spark interest in her because she NEEDS and WANTS to understand that person. Which explains why she gets along with so many morally ambiguous people. But Valkorion/Vitiate/Emperor is her limit, she genuinely feels hate towards him and if he were to come back (god I hope not), she would have 0 mercy with him.

30. My OC and your OC are friends. This isn't a question. I'm not asking. (How do they respond?)

Like I said in the previous question, Maverik'a gets along with morally ambiguous people. Althought they're opposites in-game (being light 5 and dark 5), I think she'd be fascinated by Kritanta's mind and morals. Same thing for Marr. And she'd probably get along with Tau, Jazz, Vowrawn, Eleena too!

Raeshen would 100% get along with Jadis, they would irradiate so much bad bitch energy. And Raeshen gets along with in-game Vowrawn, so I don't see why she wouldn't get along with yours too!

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Kritanta, aka Sevket Nevrakis: [29/?] sw:tor Nevrakis legacy.

“I choose my own fate.”

[serenofroses]

Nevrakis Legacy in Desperate Defiance. Kritanta. Ania. Jazz Eivor (Marr). Renata (Jadis). Tau. Nico. Kavi (Vowrawn). Elysia.

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Death Doesn’t Wait

  “You betrayed me.”

Vivid green eyes flashed under my eyelids, despite how much they told me to forget, the question begged to be asked; how could you forget the reason behind your scars?

“It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me

At tea time, everybody agrees

I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror

It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero”

I woke to Taylor swift playing in the background of what I call my “Bedroom.” Behind the thick curtains were thick bars of steel, like a prison! The fairy lights I had scavenged twinkled faintly and it brightened my mood a bit. A bit. I lived above the stage in Solstice Cinema, a “room” long forgotten. There was a trapdoor, the one I climbed down now to a backroom. Mannequins lined the walls, each in a feathery dress. The room’s paint.. was peeling and its once vibrant color of periwinkle faded down to a dull, lifeless blue. I listened at the door, hoping no one was there. When I determined the coast was clear, I crept through the hallways and out the back door of the theater. I walked toward the Confectioner's Treat, a little late but Ms.Derniar usually didn’t mind. As i walked, my mind wandered to more important things, like my food stock. I was almost out of food, save for a few cupcakes and ramen. I would have to stop by kritanta groceries later.

As I reached Confectioner’s Treat, I saw a cake being loaded into a truck. Its blue icing was midnight-cold, cruel, and dark. Tiny star-shaped sprinkles decorated the first tier of the cake; the bottom of the second tier was decorated with a sparkling white frosting, making flowers that looked like they were made of moonlight. On top there was a little figurine, deathly pale-almost light blue- with eyes beady and dark, framed by luscious blue hair. Corpse Bride. It was silly, really, that I was afraid of a movie character-who wasn’t even the villain. Yet, my breath still caught in my throat. My lungs burned and my chest heaved for air. But none of it mattered to me. Nothing did.

I ran, ran, and ran as fast I could.

The wind pushed against me, blinding and burning against my skin.

Yet, I continued to run.

The one reason I had ran that day was because of one girl.

One girl.

One sister.

One twin.

My other half, the other piece of the puzzle known as ME.

She hadn’t made it out of the madman's house. 

My heart beat, beat, beat.

Slow and steady.

Keeping me calm, calm, calm.

As my eyes fluttered close, burning, burning, burning.

The voice never stopped singing.

I woke with an IV drip in my arm. Screaming, I sat up straight, blinking wearily. In the corner of the white room, with the white walls was a black camera. Its red light blinked and I understood that it had detected my movement. For a moment, nothing happened and I was phenomenally underwhelmed.As my eyes wandered, I noticed a sticker on the IV drip bag. It read, Malnutrition. While I was reading the sticker, a woman showed up. She was Asian, with shiny black hair and chocolate eyes. My eyes traveled to her name card which read ‘Ms. Siwang’. I cleared my throat, realizing that I most likely looked like a rat.

“So,uh, hi?”

“What’s your name, dear?” Oh. So she was one of those Gramma people. Realizing that made my heart ache for my own Grandmother, who if she saw like this, would have done either of these two things: Hug me and hand me one of the infinite chocolates in her purse or slap me with the sole of her shoe for not looking ‘civilliased’. I was so lost in my memories that I hadn’t realized she had asked again.

“Oh! I’m Leandra!” A second after that I realized she could now use my name to trace me back. I shook my head, my long, uncut hair flashing an iridescent red with streaks of copper. Like Mom’s.

“Well, dearie, where do you live?” She questioned. I hesitated. She must have sensed my discomfort, however, because she stopped talking.

Wordlessly, she handed me a bowl of gooey, cheesy mac n cheese. I dug in, the cheese melting in my mouth giving me gooey pleasure. A few minutes later, the bowl was emptY. Dr. Siwang stared at me,  like I was a creature she couldn’t figure out. 

“So, where’s your family?” 

“Um . . .” She looked at me like she had finally figured me out. I stared at her, partially because I wanted her to know that I knew what she thought.And also because I didn't want to seem like a coward. After a long and intense battle(1 minute long), Dr. Siwang left the room after handing me a doughnut on a plate. Weirdest thing I’ve ever seen. Then, she left.

In an unknown amount of time, I woke up in another room, this time laid down on a colorful couch in a colorful room. The walls were a pastel teal and the ceiling a sparkly silver. I sat myself down then just . . . thought. Thought about my life, thought about my sister, thought about everything and everyone that had made me this way. A liar, a cheat, a thief. Completely against my will, a tear slipped out. As if it had been holding them back, a barrage of tears flooded me and I almost had a nice, good sob time. Keyword here: almost.

“There you are,” A military-like voice exclaimed. I turned to see a woman, tall and stiff, wearing a police uniform. Her raven hair was tied into a tight bun and her jaw had a roughness to it that told she could kill me with her words. A frown appeared on her plump lips as she saw the remnants of the tears that oh-so recently flooded my cheeks. She looked disappointed, like I had failed some sort of test.

“Yes, here I am.” Sarcasm inundated my voice and I didn't understand what game I was playing. Her frown was a lot more enunciated and it made me want to laugh. A lot. 

“Sit, Leana.”

“Leandra,” I corrected, annoyance seeping into my tone.

“Okay, Leandra,” Ms. Military sneered. I disliked her immediately. Who sneers at a girl who you most likely knows that girl is homeless?!

Ms. Military seemed to calm herself down, clenching and unclenching her fists. She then motioned for me to sit once more, adding a very stiff, very forced “Please” at the end. I obliged, not wanting to cause too much trouble.

“I saw your records.”

I stiffened. If she knew . . .

“You, according to the files, disappeared two years ago.” It was a statement. Plain, boring, and everything it wasn’t.

So I answered the same way. “Three. He must haven’t noticed.”

“Why’d you leave?”

“Because I was stuck with an alcoholic!” My temper flared and all I wanted was for someone to listen. To understand. Was that too much to ask?

“You were nineteen. You didn’t need a guardian when your parents died.” Wait. What? Nineteen? I had been sixteen when he had moved in. Hadn’t I been?

“N- no . . . I had been sixteen.” My voice stuttered on the words, like it was a death sentence to say them.

“Are you claiming the nurse who oversaw your birth is wrong?” Not an accusation, not an asservation. Just a question. And it meant the world to me. I couldn’t imagine my sweet, sweet mother lying to me. 

I couldn’t process this. 

My brain was whirling, whirling, whirling.

My heart held still, as if a ghost might appear and start explaining.

Everything.

This was too much. 

My whole life was a lie.

We hadn’t had to live there.

I woke with a headache. It was like someone combined a hammer and pendulum and decided to test it in my head.I groaned, holding my head in my hands.

Waking up in a police office was disorienting.I’m guessing it was the chief police officer’s office as it was a separated room altogether. It had baby blue walls with the police logo painted onto one of those walls, shiny and sleek, it almost looked official enough for me to trust the police. Almost.

A man sat in a chair, his back facing me. He must have heard me snort, however, and so he turned.

“Hi,” he said and it sounded so casual, so nonchalant, so normal.

“Hi,” I whispered. My voice was still scratchy and he must have picked up on that because he handed me a glass of water right after I said that. Drinking water was like heaven: something I didn’t deserve.

“You mentioned something in your sleep,” He started, “Most of it was nonsensical, but something you said mentioned a sister.” He hesitated on this last part, as if he was unsure of what to make of this.

“Yeah, I mentioned my sister. STuck in an alcoholic's house or did you forget?” 

“The files don’t mention a sister,” Honestly, my life has been so messed up that this time around i wasn’t even surprised anymore.

“We ran tests. You weren’t hallucinating.” A simple statement, yet it signified he believed me which meant everything. 

“Do you know where exactly your uncle lives?” I shuddered. Forgetting was one of the most impossible things in my life, nothing worked. 

“Y-yeah,” My voice is shaky, but strong.

“Take us there.” three simple words, yet they would change my life. 

The sun dipped low into the crescent of the shattered roof of my uncle’s house. It had almost been a week before the man-whose name was Mr. Tuproamor, weird, I know- had reached out to take me to the house. Taking a deep breath to steady myself and calm my shaky nerves, I stepped over the threshold. The inside was just how it’d been before, except maybe a bit more rusty without my careful care. I did a 360 spin, taking in the sights-and not in a good way. The wall’s wallpaper was peeling and the wood behind it seemed rotted, and the flickering lights only added to the effect of a creepy haunted house. I saw the staircase 'ss railing falling apart and the stairs creaky and ants crawled across it, giving me a horrible feeling.

One will live and the other will die

Who was that? Oh, right, my inner depression! Anyhoo, I raced up the stairs and turned left. Right before I had reached the door to Hanna and I’s former bedroom, I saw the blood. A ragged crack ran through the door, like many others caused by my uncle, but this one was different. Blood coated the rims of it and the metallic smell made me want to throw up. You could tell it was recent.

I raced into the room, scratching my arm on the way in, but I didn't care. Not with the sight in front of me. My sister’s bloody head  was smashed against the wood, as if someone had pushed her down there. 

But I couldn’t find words to describe her pale, incredibly still body.

Mindless Tears fell down my cheeks and I rushed to her side, falling down on my knees.

She had saved me that fateful dawn, she had saved me

And now I couldn’t save her

I couldn’t handle this

I couldn’t

All the unanswered questions that had been living in my head faded into the shadows

I could hear the sound of my heart breaking, shattering like glass

Even as I closed my eyes, I could still see it, still see HER

Once vivid, now lifeless green eyes burned my eyelids 

As Everything

Went Dark.

[achy-boo]

Ocs of Each Fandom

My puppets are ocs to each fandom I am in~ Please give them respect and do not bite them. I am looking at you two @juvellianovo and @anxious-twisted-vampire~

Honkai Star Rail

Aeons:

Jasper and Juniper

Jasper’s moodboard

Juniper’s moodboard

Pathfinders:

Lysander Solace(New)

Lysander’s moodboard(old)

Lysander’s moodboard(new)[TBA]

Isidore Solace(New)

Isidore’s Moodboard(Old)

Isidore’s Moodboard(New)[TBA]

Solanine(TBA)

Solanine’s moodboard

Amalthea(OC Planet)

Ryoichi

Ryoichi’s Moodboard(TBA)

Akimistu

Akimistu’s Moodboard(TBA)

Ansel Amato Alvaro Amato

Jieun Hyun Byeol

Dominique De Luca Dominique's moodboard(TBA)

Delano Bloodstone

Saturday Atelier Saturday's moodboard

Ansel's moodboard(TBA)

Alvaro's moodboard(TBA)

(Normal) Delano's Moodboard (TBA)

(Seasonal) Delano's Moodboard (TBA)

Sapphire Lake Dorm Master-List

House of Misfits

(Oc Homeland) Mystery Haunt

Erebos Nicodemus (God of Mystery Haunt)

Ensemble Stars

Rino Kudou

Wuthering Waves

-Yuutarou Kritanta

Yuutarou Kritanta's moodboard(TBA)

[serenofroses]

ooooh, this is a nice surprise! love this. ❤️

Wrath Incarnate

short-ish figure/colour study inspired (and featuring) @serenofroses 's Kritanta