#mana's oc-tober

[managodessart]

Was looking at my 2022 OC-Tober prompts and the thumbnails I did for them and this one really called to me.

Prompt is Drown.

I thought there was a specific dread to Maya, a water mage, losing control over her own element.

[headinabox]

oc tober is upon us once more

bweirdart's oc-tober prompt: fave oc

MANA!!!!!!!!! - 22 y/o, they/them

fun fact: mana hates bananas

[thinenotthee]

OC-tober day 23: friend week #3

it's mana monday!! @headinabox gave us mana like three years ago now and we have been blessed with their presence ever since. Happy mana monday from me to you, go hug a penguin to celebrate

[darkmoonartwolf]

Starting a bit late for oc-tober!

Fave Oc: My fursona, Khita Zaheer

New Oc: Looney Tunes- Mana La Musk

[greaterarts]

OC-tober day 8: Past! I chose two historical figures from my writing, Rose and Zima.

One of the most devasting mass casualty events in history occured during the final conflict of the territory dispute between the House of Flowers and the Greater Urusov Kingdom. This was the fight between Champion Rose and the Sentinel Zima over the Mourning Strait which resulted in it's complete annihilation.

The destruction ended the war between the two- though some consider the event itself cursed, as the House of Flowers would dissolve into a civil war between the three major houses, and the Greater Urusov Kingdom would fall into a decline which ended with the exile of the royal family. Even the sight of the Mourning Strait is renowned for it's dangers: ragged pieces of terrain in the ocean which wreck ships and mana residue so dense it is completely toxic.

Some fun facts: Rose is depicted her (correctly) as female, but recorded in history as male due to her machinations later on. Both of these characters are the ancestors of very important people in my lore.

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Day 25: Artificial

“Is she always that mean?” Icarus grumbled softly to himself. The lecture he had received was not unwarranted per se, but it certainly went beyond what he felt was appropriate for the situation.

A snort echoed out from behind him, causing him to jump. “Now that was nowhere near her threshold for cruelty.” Bones’s deep voice laughed out.

Icarus furrowed his brow. The mage had a propensity for showing up when one least expected it, he thought he had figured out just how Bones came and went, but it seems he had miscalculated. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough.” Never a direct answer. “But if you think that’s the worst of it, you’ve got another thing comin’.” The grin plastered across his scruffy face didn’t bode well.

“Great.” Icarus slumped his shoulders, prompting Bones the opportunity to wrap his arm over them.

“Don’t be that way. She just cares is all.”

“Well it’s a damn fine way to show it.”

Bones slapped his back firmly as he strode away. “Yep, it’ll only get worse too the more she grows to like you.” He tilted his head coyly. “It’s one of her many quirks. The good doctor has a good few.”

“Why doesn’t she yell at you? You cause her more trouble than I do.”

Bones’s face dropped slightly. “Oh, she does. Believe you me.” He raised a finger poignantly, the motion creating a few purple streaks of light as he toyed with some sort of mana in the air “But, you gotta know, kiddo, and I ain’t gonna feel bad ‘bout tellin’ this, so much of that is fake.”

“Fake?”

“Faker than the snow in Reedsdale, Icarus.” Bones stated plainly, without his usual flair for the dramatic. “There’s so much that goes into it, and I ain’t gonna be flayed for guttin’ her life story, mostly ‘cuz I don’t know it. But I do know people, and there’s something that never rang true for me. A lot of it sure, but it feels more of a wall. An impression of what is that medical professionals call it? Bedside manner? But for regular folks, not patients.”

Icarus chewed his lip as he thought, fangs digging in slightly deeper than he would have liked, but he couldn’t stop his old habit. Bones could be lying to him, as he was prone to awful pranks and setting Icarus up for trouble for his own amusement. Something here didn’t speak to that though, there was a weight of seriousness behind his normally jovial tone. Icarus tapped his chine in thought, speaking slowly as he did so. “If it was artificial, and this is a big if, why would she bother? What’s the act for?”

He looked up, but there was no one with him. Bones had long vanished from the room, leaving Icarus to wonder if he had imagined the whole conversation. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. Now might be a good time for some fresh air. Sighing softly, he stepped out into the hallway.

(OC-tober prompts by @oc-tober2023 can be found here.)

[artlasllm]

Doing an OC-tober challenge by @routamaa-art !

Have some younger Rina and Turquoise ^w^

[itstheblob]

October art challenge events

Hey, I really enjoy ferreting out prompt challenges and I’m coming across more than I can possibly do for October, I thought I would start to compile them for anyone else who’s interested instead of just looking at them all in silent underachieving pain. I may be reblogging this with additions later

In alphabetical order:

Fictober https://fictober-event.tumblr.com/post/661937675854626816/fictober-event-the-prompts-for-2021 Inktober  https://thinkinktober.tumblr.com/post/661131015205617664/here-is-the-official-2021-inktober-prompt-list-by (looks like this blog is sharing other lists too) OC-tober https://oc-growth-and-development.tumblr.com/post/662411584438730752/october-2021-prompts https://www.deviantart.com/managodess/art/Art-Challenge-Mana-s-OC-Tober-892566388

I heartily invite you to reblog and add more if you know of more lists. I may snag them to do out of season

[lbwings]

Mana’s reveal! 

Is quite revealing >//<  Ok enough bad jokes. OC-tober challenge for this week was a character reveal. I really wanted to do Mana because I never got to show her semblance, golem, her hair down, or her chest scar. Plus this is actually the statue her mother carved of her before she went off to Beacon. 

Major secrets are out for Mana!

[ashleymasog]

ART BACKLOG / OCTOBER 2019

Instead of doing inktober (fuck that guy) last year, I did OC-tober using those “dress your OC in this” outfits. Featuring Mana, Azrael, and Dorian.

[headinabox]

bweirdart’s oc-tober prompt: swap

mana and rei fashion swap! i feel that rei (left) tends to rock anything he wears

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bweirdart’s oc-tober prompt: past

rei is three years older than mana so here's them as children

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bweirdart’s oc-tober prompt: eyes closed

mana on the left and bueyar on the right (since it's his birthday)

well... all the parts are there!

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Day 22: Charm

For once, Bones’s normally confident hands shook. This was the last room he found that belonged to his mother, and it seemed she may have more hidden places in his childhood house. But this was the most recent, a single small room lined to the brim with shelves. This one was hidden behind the bookshelves in the library, a touch ward blocking the way. He only noticed it while cleaning the room. Funny, he could sense mana’s bend from miles away, but his mother’s lingering spells eluded him still. Even so, this place was a room left untapped. Dust was piled up, and each item had been left exactly in the organizational scheme his mother had fashioned.

Steeling himself, Bones crossed the threshold into the room proper, almost nervous of what he may find, almost nervous of his mother’s gaze still being upon him. Much to his surprise, the room gave no response to repel him, not a single gust of wind to blow him away nor a vacuum to suck the air from his lungs. It was quite, and all was still save for the few motes of dust lingering in the air from when the door opened. Sighing, he turned on the light slowly, biting his lip as his eyes adjusted.

On the walls hung the fruits of her labor, gently coiled by strings, some even as long as garlands. Charms. Bones’s hand found its way to the center of his chest, feeling the lone charm he had tucked under his shirt through the thick fabric. He never questioned where she had gotten them, but it made sense that she made them. Some of these were elaborate, strung together with beads, glass, and baubles that reflected the low lamp light. Others were simple, a single tile or plank on a cord. Each were delicately engraved with the precise runes of their meanings. Some that she never had the chance to teach him. A pain welled up in him somewhere, knotting his stomach.

Still quaking, his fingers wrapped around the nearest tablet, a small piece of terracotta. The raw carving had yet to be polished and smoothed in the same faction as some of the others, though the rune carved within was clear. Forgiveness. An ease of burden. A request. A regret. A plea to someone who couldn’t fathom what the whole intention was. If it was meant for him, it was far too late. If not, well, the item didn’t much matter anymore. Bones lowered his head, snapping the thin plate easily. Tossing the shards on the floor, his other hand joined the first one on his chest. He only needed the one now, the rest were relics better left unused.

(OC-tober prompts by @oc-tober2023 can be found here.)

[managodessart]

Mana’s OC-tober Day 4: Tenderness

Featuring mine and @elusivegreen ‘s FF14 OCs c:

I’m, slowly trying to catch up with prompts atm.

[managodessart]

Mana’s OC-tober Day 2: Grief

After the final battle in which the Fated Four have to fight a deity of Chaos (Kore), Felyx ends up sacrificing himself to help restrain said deity to another plane (With the help of the deity of nature, Gaia).

While Maya never loses hope that he might return at some point, that doesn’t stop her from grieving his loss, more so once she realizes she’s actually pregnant.

The statue she’s sitting at is actually a statue of Felyx that was commissioned by the city after the final battle. It’s corny af, but it still brings her some comfort.