#oc analysis

[baileythebean]

PRETTY SURE I JUST BOMBED A TEST BUT ANYWAY - NEW OC IDEA!

this really tall hot sleep-deprived guy who’s an EXCEPTIONALLY GOOD lawyer, only what no one knows is that he’s actually a serial killer who then pins all the evidence on his client and then gets paid to defend the murders that were his own doing and NO ONE suspects him >:3 he’s really a very kind guy and I should add that he only murders like… abusers and child molesters and stuff (like Kira) but he’s very scary when he loses his temper…

Obviously I’m making him gay so if you are a guy who would like to smooch him when he’s designed, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind ;3

@averagetmntfan @schnozzlebozzle @small-world-au @foxnikki @candycoffinss

[welldonekhushi]

Bell, also known as Vasili, says his favorite book is "Crime and Punishment" by Fyodor Dostoevsky. But what makes him "oddly" relate to the book?

If we compare Vasili to Raskolnikov, the protagonist of "Crime and Punishment," both characters experience deep regret for their actions, despite initially believing they were acting for the greater good.

Vasili's decision to join the Perseus Faction was driven by a belief that he was contributing to a noble cause, as Perseus promised that his involvement would help change the world. This was compounded by his forced retirement from the KGB under the General's orders. Similarly, Raskolnikov initially justifies his murder of a greedy pawnbroker and her stepsister, who acted as a witness as a means to benefit humanity. Both men took pride in their actions at first, only to later face dire consequences.

Vasili was betrayed by Perseus, likely due to Kadivar's jealousy, and subsequently brainwashed by the CIA after being captured. This led him to commit actions unconsciously under Adler's control. Eventually, he broke free, only to realize the full extent of his deeds and find himself hunted by those seeking retribution. In contrast, Raskolnikov constantly fled from his past, haunted by his crime and the fear of being discovered as the murderer. This was their punishment. For taking that one step that ruined their entire lives.

Both men were ultimately clueless about the true repercussions of their actions. Their initial confidence was replaced by guilt, regret, and paranoia. They both ended up suffering, recognizing that their actions brought only destruction and betrayal, primarily of themselves. They are condemned to live with their suffering, with no hope of redemption. Neither was perfect or innocent, but they were undeniably at fault.

And they'll have to live with that punishment, forever.

[lavendersartistry]

As much as I want to draw the form, horror art is still new to me to work with and it would be years before I suck it up and draw horror.

Which is why I write:

Let it be known when this was a poll, lotta people were warned of what the fic would entail. This is canon to ALL interpretations of Eve, mind you. Her "award-winning smile". If you read it for context of what I'm going to say about Eve for Space Riders, here's your warning now.

Space Riders AU - @onyxonline

Eve's Rage.

I had always depicted Eve in Space Riders as someone who nearly never gets upset. The sincere, sweet, genuine character who just is pressured by the status of a role that came too soon.

Which is why this post exists:

(better example here)

If you never noticed, I take lots of inspiration from mythology. Which is why Eve and Ginger K are themed after mythology.

Eve's species are technically demons, but go with the common saying: "wolf in sheep's clothing." Specifically because despite the sweet face, Eve can and will kill you at any given time.

Remember the reference sheet I made of Eve? On her fighting style and her demons? This is what I mean.

There's many ways Eve's demonic nature can go, no matter the universe she's portrayed in. Her character is like her species: alluring but deadly.

[xikyuu]

“oc question #3: if they could have a real life conversation with you, how would it go?” curtesy of ‘_..darr1ingz.._’ on tiktok.

at some point, the conversation became one-sided and more of me psychoanalyzing them. it kinda resembles a letter format, but if you pay attention, there are gaps where it seems like dallas (he/him) responds. extra notes are at the top of my tags. have fun reading!

total words: 2,329. writing under cut:

i’d ask dallas what its like to see all these worlds. yes, i know i made you and the conversations you have but i desire connection i cannot have.

what is kismadoré actually like when everything is sewn together lovingly? did you feel loved, even if it was temporary? are the city streets worn down with love and care? does it show the world that city of life is, indeed, living? that there is water in it’s roots?

what’s your handwriting like? did you ever decide to go to college in a universe? if so, what was your major? did you get multiple degrees? what was your favorite class? least favorite? favorite teacher? do you have a favorite fun fact? please tell me.

where there times you were genuinely scared for your life? are you afraid of me? of the complete power and creation i hold over you? i’m so sorry i hurt you.

do you have a favorite stuffed animal?

what was your father’s name? do you hate me for what i did to him? do you hate me for what i did to your mother? do you hate me? i caused all this hurt for you. you could’ve survived if i gave you a happy life. i could’ve made you a loving father, but i don’t know what that looks like. i could’ve gave you your mother, but i’ve never seen my mother and father exist in the same place and not be at each other’s throats. do you forgive me? please don’t forgive me. i love you. i wish i could be you. do you hate me? i killed alibi. i killed skip. i killed you. they’re dead because of me. they had to start a rebellion because of me. your father is cruel and evil because of me. would you kill me if you had the chance? do you wish you could see them again? i’m so sorry.

you know this is real, right? you are real. you exist because i exist. i made you and i am still making you. you are something i will always come back to. you make me happy. you make my friends happy. they love you. yes, really. i wouldn’t lie to you about that.

did you know alibi is based off my friend? they created kit’s design. i made alibi into themself. did you know that one of the potential names for alibi was mochi? there was supposed to be another in the resistance crew. i scrapped them early on.

what’s it like to shoot a gun and know every shot has killed? i’m sorry. is the metal cold to the touch? does it burn your hands with memories? does your finger still sit perfectly on the trigger? even if you try to bury the subconscious knowledge of how to do anything with that wretched thing? it’s why you got your namesake, after all. i’m sorry. i don’t like guns, either. i wanted you to be safe.

you need to let go of the mask. stop pretending you are fine. people want to help. remember what we say about communication? it is key.

who was the person who killed you? i don’t know who they are, just that they were misguided and brainwashed into hating you. i’m so sorry. you could’ve had another friend before you died.

what’s your favorite plant? did you ever hide in the willow trees like they were curtains? what is the easiest tree to climb? does that one tree still have bark torn off from how often you guys tried to climb it? do you remember the tree that bore fruit and attracted the many flutters of butterflies? and how they rested gently on your hands and chest? how you held out your arm and several would perch on your arm like it was an extension of the tree? and didn’t that one butterfly land on your nose? did you have fun?

theres so much pressure on you. i’m sorry.

juno and asmo are okay. they survived. you know this, right? i’m sorry you didn’t get to see them heal. they miss you.

do you still wish on acorns? do you still play the violin? do you still dance in the rain with a big smile on your face? do you still dance around the tall bonfire to songs of kismá? and what of the picnics in flower fields?

i’m sorry you had to hide guns in a basket of flowers. i’m sorry you had to be paranoid and hypervigilant. i’m sorry i ruined your breathing with the orange gas.

do you still share folk stories to the multiverse about kismadoré?

whats your favorite color? is it green like me? how is it that we are so similar but so different? i made you in my own image, but the mirror reflecting me is distorted.

whats your favorite form to stay in? do you have any favorite jewelry pieces? what is your favorite dessert?

you can see the indents from when i made you—like clay. does that mean i messed up or does it show the care that i put into you? molding you until you grew into something i cannot be?

do you have a favorite memory? do you have more? what was it like to sit in the desert at a campfire, surrounded by people you love? did you have the heart to say that you might not survive this run to freedom? what was your reaction to the walls falling? i’m sorry your home is so corrupt.

what new dishes came about in kismadoré that i’ll never be able to try? what cultures meshed to make one giant city? had anyone ever tried mixing soul food and japanese together?

what songs play at the funeral rites? what colors do you wear to mourn?

do you still know cardinal directions like the back of your hand? it’s because of the compass, right? does kismadoré have an official animal? official dish? is it recognized on maps? if it isn’t, i’ll write it into canon. how many people live in kismadoré? i know the initial population was small. oh wow. that’s a lot.

whats some of the funniest reactions people have had to your powers?

are your fingers burnt from the fires? do you lose sensation in them sometimes? does the cold make your bones hurt? i know it does for me. how bad are the scars in person? i’m sorry. i’m so, so sorry.

do you have a favorite book? what genre do you like? i have so many recommendations. do you have any for me?

do you draw? paint? can i see? it’s totally okay if you don’t want to show me. how’s your poetry coming along? any favorite symbols you love to throw in? yeah, floriography is great.

were you aware when asmo blessed you as you bled out in her lap? she recited the poem. ‘may the stars be there to guide you.’ that one.

i’m sorry. i took you away right after you finally got your freedom. do you think that’s cruel of me? you got it eventually, just not in the way you expected.

what is time like if time is not linear?

you know you are allowed to be loud, right? it is your right. it is in your nature. kismá calls to ask you why you aren’t screaming and yelling and singing and crying and clapping and stomping and dancing and whistling and humming and laughing and breathing and living and why are you not shaking the stars with excitement and joy because you are loved, my dear, did you know that? did you know that your heart beats in your chest, even if it is out of tune? the blood in your veins makes music you cannot even comprehend. the wind makes a sound that we can copy and sing along with. the water is clean for you to wade into. kick it around and laugh. your clothes get wet, but that is nature. the wind will hug you as it passes. its cold but it means well. the flowers dance even in the midst of a hurricane and so will we. we will dance even when crying. that is the beauty of it. sá boé dáli, sá baoyă dáli.

do you still think of them? the nostalgia is lethal. but does lethality even matter to someone who cannot die? do you indulge yourself with poison just to wonder what could have been? when did you forget their faces? when did you forget their voices? do you know this is self-destructive? of course you don’t care.

does your home still affect you? are you kintsugi pretending to be a person? do you know where each you used to be? where on your porcelain vessel lays the tiles of the child soldier? the fake confidence and paranoia of the resistance leader? the people-pleaser? the scared child? and did you get your eyes from the gods who remade you? the gods who held your cracked form gently and helped heal you? at what point are you not a person anymore? how cracked is the still, cold heart that rests in your chest cavity? it contains every person you once were and will be. you can take the man out of the walls, but the walls came crumbling down and embedded themselves into your then fragile, human skin. you can try to pick out the concrete but it’s stuck, it’s there. just like the shrapnel from the bullets that fused themselves to your corpse. you can run, but you can’t hide. you can never avoid the past. do you even want to?

you forget you aren’t human. not anymore. even so, you cling onto humanity like a child crying for their parents. you feel emotions as deeply as the next. you stand next to a human in a vessel that is dead and wonder why you feel as if you don’t belong. your empathy is damaging. your mannerisms mimic something you aren’t. hold onto this. pray for more. do not loose it.

how do you manage your anger? where do you feel it? that’s interesting. can you feel it twist itself between the valves and chambers of your heart? do the thorns of malice pierce your lungs? do you wish it would stop burning in your chest? do you ever have a sick satisfaction with you shoot off insults? do you feel regret when you snap at a loved one? when does it spread to your throat and take it’s wretched hands and choke you? when does it embrace your shoulders in justice? do you give people what they deserve? and what happens if they don’t deserve it? whenever will your lungs be damaged from the live coals that simmer? do you ever cough up the smoke? and when do you grab that gun and deliver retribution? is anger a welcome feeling for you? do you hate the thought of hatred itself? that would be funny. or is it that you fear who you become when you are this monster born of emotions, ash spewing from cracked lips with magma burning in your eyes?

and how do you feel about violence? is it an unremovable part of you? is it in your brain and does tends to stick no matter how hard it clings to your amygdala? what would you be without it? do you still remember how to kill a man? the best place to hit with the bat covered in rusty nails? does the blood still drip from your fingers and onto the floor? do you still feel that automatic reaction to pull out the gun whenever anything bad happens? do you forget how to care about the blood dripping from your fingers? did you still crave it? do you crave for the thing that raised you? do you ever smile when you shoot? have you become desensitized? you hate it. you hate it so much. you love it. the rush of adrenaline. you hate that you crave it. you pull your lips back into a sick and bloody smile when the tyrant is dead. you were numb the first time it happened. why are you so conflicted?

was death cold? what form did it take, if any at all? did it embrace you or was it so sudden that you thought your neck broke? did it unsettle you or did you feel comfortable? or did you feel nothing at all? after all, most are nothing in death. who was the first to meet you? to come and take your hand and lead you to the Garden? and how many times did you refuse that you were safe in Their care? how many times did you die after that until you finally cracked and sobbed and went down that road of healing? did you expect to see your old family in death?

what’s it like holding stardust in your palms? to be able to peek in at universes? to be able to walk among worlds like you are a part of it yourself? what’s it like being everything and nothing at once? can you hold the multiverse’s mysteries in your many arms? do your wings ever get in the way? what’s seeing like with that many eyes? to be so human and so otherly that you are stuck in an eternal venn-diagram, comparing your every move with that of your mortal past and your immortal future? but the past is the future and the future is the past, right? how silly of me to forget.

what will you do from here? now you’ve met me? am i everything you thought of? am i so different from your expectations? am i pressing too hard? wouldn’t you already know this? you’re made to know everything.

i’m sorry for everything, by the way. i think you knew that— yeah. come visit me again. ‘May The Stars guide you.’

[whyme030]

Old OC stuff. She's cute tho.

[milgramsiblingsensemble]

Takumi Shiina is the type of boy/man that would make woman choose the bear in a heartbeat lol, but part of the reason why he’s the way that he is because after his parents divorced his mother took Mahiru and his father took Takumi, since his father was abusive to Both Takumi’s and Mahiru’s mother, Takumi was taught that abusing your spouse is okay and that toxic behavior is more normalized to him then Mahiru thanks to his father, he sees Suzuki Mukuhara as the perfect future wife/girl due to the fact that she is so innocent and naive to be manipulated by him to become his perfect wife.

[ask-tdw-0666]

OC analysis: Alvar Thornburn

As we know, there is very little to Alvar's history besides being heavily abused and being made to be a servant by his father Herobrine, which is part of why he became corrupted with hatred and madness.

the other two reasons was because of the losses in his life.

one of them was his little sister, Cora Thornburn, who Herobrine killed right in front of Alvar when the Nether-Being decided to defy him and run away, Herobrine used his favorite child as bait thinking it would cause Alvar to come back to save her, Alvar, thinking Herobrine wouldn't harm Cora since she was his favorite, tells him:

"I will never come back to the likes of you! All you ever do is abuse me, make me do slave work and put me down till I can't even love myself! You are the worst father alive and I will never forgive you for putting me and Cora through everything you caused! All the bad things that has happened in your life, Father, is because of YOU! not me! Not Uncle Notch! Not Cora or even MOTHER! but YOU!"

and in a fit of rage, Herobrine killed Cora...calling Alvar's bluff and making him watch his only sister die right in front of his own eyes, this causes Alvar to lose some of his sanity, and in revenge one day, as a teen, Alvar killed Herobrine and steals his crown as King of The Nether and Leader of the Nether-Beings.

"But...Who is Alvar and Cora's mom?" you may be wondering. well, have you guys ever heard of the entity known as "White Eyes"? She was like the Herobrine before Herobrine became what he is today. (yes, she is canonically female.) She is the mother of Alvar and Cora, the ex-wife of Herobrine, Nobody has seen her since then. Not even Alvar remembers what she looks like and Cora never got to see her as a infant, Alvar still loves his mother and doesn't hold ill will on her leaving them behind as she didn't seem to have any say in the matter but her leaving him behind really caused a lot of hurt inside of his heart as she was his only parent who loved him.

the last and least person who is one of the reasons and the main cause of Alvar becoming the evil tyrant he was is the death of his wife, Yuna Thornburn during the Great Mob War.(*coughs*MINECRAFTLEGENDS!*coughs*) While facing some Illager Warriors, Yuna decided to fight them off alone in order to protect Alvar from being harmed and one of the warriors killed her with it's axe to her chest, this is also why Alvar hates Illagers and why he is Leader of The Illager Hunters alongside his former Royal Guards, Charlie and Joey and why he wants to wipe every Illager from Minecraftia's world. After his defeat from his son, Janis Thornburn, Alvar was banished from the Nether and de-throned and his son took his crown, feeling angry, bitter and betrayed, Alvar resides in the Overworld with Charlie and Joey planning his return.

Hope you guys enjoyed! Tune in for more OCA! :3

[shrimpmangrib]

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(left) Jay and his big ol bf (right) analysis of wood elves

[dreamtydraw]

Back to ask for a character ramble! Character of your choice~! (And feel free to let this message sit until you feel like it :) )

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OK HI HELLO YOU ARE AWESOME !! I’m taking this card to talk about my oc for the game Touchestarved, Eleanore

First off I gonna start by saying that a lot of things about her as a character in terms of story or design will depend on the canon of the story. I am taking a lot of liberty and her character will for sure be changed once the game is fully out and we get to learn more about the world-building and the backstories.

Starting with her symbolism: Eleanore is a metaphor for reincarnation and rebirth. One of her associations with reincarnation is her design linked to spring.

Her name Eleanore originates from Ray of light / shining light but her surname Eostre is a direct reference to the deity of reincarnation but also the deity of spring and light.

Her original design was inspired by paintings of medieval maidens mainly those:

You can sort of see it in her hairstyle when I take the time to draw her well.

Eleanore being associated with spring can also be noticed in the color palette of her design: Green and orange. Green is both a color associated with life and death nevertheless it’s a spring color, the color of a new nature, of grass and trees. However, green is also associated with the concept of jealousy, toxicity, and envy.

Orange is a warm color associated with energy and positivity, it’s also a color you’ll see associated with fruits or flowers. However orange is also a warning color, it grab your attention and can lead you to signs to be alert, it’s a warning. A red flag is here to stop you, an orange flag will warn you of a danger approaching.

She is also inspired by a parasite, the Cuscuta, an orange parasite flower that grow over other plants and drain them. This parasite is referenced with the shape of her marks taking over her body but also the dual color green and orange of the parasite on the host. This is the same reference as another parasite the Aphidoidea.

I think you can already start seing it from here, but her design is based on a lot of contradiction : in danger but safe / toxique nature.

Her backstory :

This part can be skipped but is really important to understand her as a character and some of her design choices

This part contain trigger such as child abuse, unhealthy coping mechanisms, ptsd

Eleanore never got to see what genuine affection is. As far as she can remember her life started when she was already a child, living with her teacher. She knew she was to be studied and so she was, her teacher knew what was best.

She wanted to impress her, make her proud by reading all the books she had in the basement, by being grateful for every minute she was allowed in the garden, not crying when she was stabbed with needles, not being too noisy, not complaining, not refusing. All was for the best, even if she cried and begged to be let out, it was childish tantrums, the days she spent in the cage were simply deserved for all the mess she could cause. Her body was for science, her mind was for knowledge and her feelings were worthless.

Her teacher could be as cruel as she was kind, warmly smiling, dressing her up, taking good care of her. She was so good she even found a way to lift the curse of the young child, or so she was told. It was partially lifted, she was still ill, she still needed to be fixed.

“Tomorrow you’ll be free” “Soon i’ll let you out”, she counted the days with excitement. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and months faded into years, so many years that her hope died with what used to be her childhood.

She had let it happen for so long, passive to her feelings, to the pain in her wrists and the rotting of her body. Her beautiful green hair slowly growing with a golden light of orange, everything was changing and looking at what she left herself became hurted. All the magic she had supported changed her, influenced her curse and slowly grew alongside her body.

Marks started to appear on her body and her eyes hurt for so long she thought she was turning blind until it all calmed and she could observe a reflective glow of orange settling on her pupil.

All of this changement scared her, but it couldn’t compare to the fright she felt toward her pleased teacher. When she begged for reassurance all she got was lies she heard thousands of times before. Eleanore realized that she would die in that basement. If she stayed here her curse would never be lifted, worse it would be increased. So for the first time she listened to herself and tried to save her life, Eleanore escaped.

Outside she was like a newborn taking her first steps, failing to grasp the reality she was in, incapable of doing anything by herself. She met people there and there, some kinder than others, toying with the naive girl.

One night she was asked to spend her night with a nice man charmed by her looks. She felt special, never in her life did she experience so much pleasure, so much love and adoration. It was all new and to her standart it was all she could ever ask, be special to someone. She tried to run after the feeling, obsessing with how she could silence the void of her worries when someone was next to her. Why look after yourself when someone else can do much more, when they can make you forget and give you the pleasing affection you cried so much for. Sadly her intensity was not met, it was scary, unhinged, it made love slip like sand between her fingers. She tried, she desperately tried, she felt like death was less painful than being abandoned again. So she continued, running after people to earn crumbs of affection, kneeling, begging for even an instance of love, she took everything she was given, she didn’t deserve it after all.

Love was painful and she would stab herself if it meant she could be loved.

Still with me ? Yay good !

Deep dive into her design then !

As stated before her marks are inspired by the thing orange plant parasite that is the Cusuta but some of the shapes are insect-inspired. The lower back shape is inspired by stag beetle horns, where the shape on her shoulder is a visual reference to a beetle opening its wings.

Her eyes are of two separate colors to show she has tapetum lucidum, the layer of the eye that some animal specie which helps them see in the dark but also have a phosphorescent effect that makes the eyes shine in the dark when facing light.

About her hair :

Eleanore’s natural color is green, she realized very late that her green hair will never grow back and this terrifies her. She is scared of letting it go and dosen’t cut her hair anymore wich resulted to the absurd length of her hair. Cutting it would mean letting the past go and she’s too afraid to do it, so she avoid it by improvising. She has a layer of braid under behind her neck to make the volume of hair lighter and more manageable. The green hair that never turned orange are worn in a half crown braid with multiple knots inspired by European medieval folklore hairstyles.

About her clothes :

The belt is here to make the silhouette of her top looks like the torso of a beetle with a clear separation of the two side, the up and the down. It has a butterfly design at it’s center and beetle design on the top. She wears a blouse inspired by old medical blouse that covered from the tip of the arms to the up of the neck. Her little cape is shaped as to fall like two butterfly wings. She has a perfectly symmetrical design again referencing a beetle top. She wears earthy tones and as much closes possible to hide her marks and limit contact due to her curse.

In conclusion :

Eleanore’s design is entierly based on being a symbole of reincarnation while also being stuck. Just like a butterfly she went trough a long process of physical change that hurted ( caterpillars body melt inside the cocon so they can reconstruct their body as butterfly ), sadly she’s still in her shell.

Incapable of moving on, on accepting the process of moving forward and starting new, she dosen’t let go of the past and still hold into it without confronting it ( keeping her green hair, chasing people’s affection, fall in abusive relationships ).

She has the potential of being the stray of light that will open the new season of spring, but her light is kept hiden under all the suffering she refuse to admit, creating a word of désillusion where she believes her way of acting is normal.

FeW that was long-

Thanks you for taking the time to read all of character explanation about Eleanore. I tried my best to explain the complexity i aimed when working on her, she was based of the concept of life draining parasite and this is how the idea got developed. I am very exited for the game to come out so i can apply all of this into the word building and or adapt my lore, and until then i will play with my little blorbo.

Lot of love ! Hope you’ll have a good day ✨

[baileythebean]

Analysis post about: Ako! 🦋

⚠️WARNING⚠️ Trigger Warnings: brief mentions of kidnapping, threats, death threats, human experimentation, violence, blood/gore?? (Not heavy), trauma, transphobia

General Warning: Ako is an OC for Jujutsu Kaisen. He is also a relatively new OC and I have the ability to alter him as I consume more of the plot to make him more plot-accurate. I have only seen the 2 animated seasons of JJK as well as the movie and have only read a limited amount of the manga after that. That being said, this OC’s WHOLE EXISTENCE does not revolve around being plot-accurate OR what YOU think would be plot-accurate. I do take suggestions and ideas for lore and design since he is still under development, but keep in mind that he is MY OC and that gives ME the right to alter him as I see fit. Thanks for reading, OC analysis below the cut! ⬇️

BASIC FACTS: Name: Ako Komaniya

Birthday: October 12th (Libra)

Age: 13 - 23 throughout his appearances in the plot

Gender: Male - Transmasc - FtM

Pronouns: He/Him/His

Sexuality: Demisexual - Abrosexual

Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic

Height: 5’5 - 165 cm

Conditions/Illnesses?: Vitiligo

Favorite food: Strawberry Shortcake

Favorite animal: Raccoons - Cats

AFFILIATIONS / RELATIONSHIPS TO CANON (what they are to him)

Mahito - Captor (negative)

Choso Kamo - Lover/Crush (positive)

Satoru Gojo - Acquaintance (positive)

Hanami / Kenjaku / Dagon - Friends (?) (neutral)

Jogo - acquaintance (negative)

Eso / Kechizu / Yuji Itadori - Little brothers (positive)

He isn’t familiar with the rest of the cast, or just doesn’t know them personally!

DESCRIPTION

A young man of average height, with fluffy black and white hair. He has brown skin which is pale-splotched by vitiligo, and thick black and white streaked lashes. His eyes are pale blue-grey and pupil-less. He has his ears pierced in numerous places, and his nails are painted black most of the time. He has a trad goth/soft goth aesthetic. His clothing varies. He has undergone top surgery, and is on testosterone, but no bottom surgery.

DRAWING REFS (so far)

Clothes are very plain in these refs but I promise you he’s more interesting than this

LORE SUMMARY (by timeline of actual time, not in order the episodes/seasons are in.)

Ako first appears briefly in the choir practice room, in the arc where Gojo and Geto are trying to rescue the Star Plasma Vessel, Riko. They are in an all-girls school when Gojo barges in and everyone starts to fawn over him (except Riko and Ako.) Ako still presents as female and is 12 at this time.

The next time he appears, he presents as male and is 19 years old. This is when Mahito is about to use him as an experiment, but refrains from killing him because he’d ’make better as an art piece than a corpse.’ Because of his skin and his inumanly high pain tolerance. Mahito spares him in exchange for his silent compliance to his every command, his looks on display, and basic chores done around the place all the curses are staying. He still ends up hurt, like a LOT, but never dead. Mahito pretty much just sees what works and disfigures him before rearranging him again. His ‘art’ qualities are his only reassurance when Mahito places a hand on his body and he tells himself that he wouldn’t end up a disfigured, bloody mess like all Mahito’s other toys.

He eventually learns how to live alongside curses and avoid conflict with the wrong one. He quite likes making conversation with Kenjaku and Hanami, who makes him little flowers occasionally. He gets away with being passive-aggressive towards Jogo because Mahito thinks it’s funny. Dagon is on the receiving end of pats from him all the time because he finds the little octopus-blob cute. He’s still terrified of Mahito, but learns to live with that.

Enter, Choso. Choso stays with the curses for a bit, being one to thank Ako for his work. Ako admires how fiercely he cares for his brothers and was hurt to hear when Eso and Kechizu had died. To Ako, Choso was the most human contact (even if only half-human) he’d had in years, and he somehow felt safer to be around than everyone else. Ako was under his protection at Shibuya until his fight with Yuji. Ako found him breaking down after the fight, and immediately got Choso back on his feet and towards the battlefield. He ultimately made his loyalty clear to Choso over Kenjaku in the end, and just tried not to die. (He has no cursed techniques.)

AFTER THAT I’M JUST PRETENDING THEY LIVED A NORMAL HAPPY LIFE TOGETHER LALALALA IDK WHAT UR TALKING ABOUT, EVERYONE IS ALIVE AND HAPPY WHAT JJK ARE YALL READING???

I’m kidding, Ako never got to tell Choso he loved him. And he regretted it. BADLY. (Angst whoop-dee-doo)

CHOSOAKO FLUFF / SILLY ART TO MAKE UP FOR THE ANGSTY BIT

(The pen drawings were done by @ask-sora-aguilar! My internet dad, check his blog out!)

I would also like to note, for artistic purposes, that Ako has like, no muscles. Choso is like huge and angular and muscular, but Ako is just kinda all soft curves and smooth edges and I’m here for that

[nillisst]

Today i wanna show u guys one of the my favorite relations of all. Derick and Ethan.

They met when they were 12. Ethan just moved to his aunt's house. He had just been rejected for the family that, before he come out, loved him a lot.

Certain night, he went to the park, where he found a random boy smoking.

— Can i grab one? — He asked sitting by the boy's side.

—No. — The boy reponded.

However, Ethan was a really inconsequential and silly kid. He wanted to make friends, that one looked like an opportunity. Fast as he could, he stole the cigarrette from the boy's mouth, who got really furious because he wasn't the most generous person.

— Hey! I said no!

— What? Oh, sorry, didn't hear it. — Ethan lied with a smile. — But you have more, right?

— Sure i do…but you owe me one.

— Noted. — He never paid his debt. — Im Ethan!

— Derick. — He responded in a neutral way.

In that night they both met a friend (even if Derick didn't think so).

Ethan was the kind of person who needed love and affection all the time and had a lot of it to give, plus the fact he had a hole of these feelings inside him after being rejected, because he was used to receive a lot in his chlidhood. However, Derick was quite the opposite. He never received love or affection in his life, so he didn't knew how to give it to someone or react to getting it. But even with these differences, they became best friends.

One of their favorite things to do together was hanging out at the midnight and walk around the city while talking shit about random people. Both of them used to count the seconds for these moments during the day.

At some point the their relation, the feelings started to get deeper and more confused to understand. Slowly, the friendship become more than this. The touch of a hand meaned more. Once they kissed while they were drunk, but that memory still blurry for both.

During the months Derick dated Audrey (i'll make a post about it later) things got even more confused. Weird feelings invaded their hearts. After a time became impossible to just ignore it. They tried to talk about it some times, but never got a clear conclusion. Always ended in a silence or in one of them changing the subject.

After some years in that situation, Ethan decided to move to look for new opportunities, while Derick stayed in that house with his brother. Ethan was about to move, but not before try one last time to talk. He knew that probably wouldn't be different, but he had the urge to try.

— You know, derick…even after all, for some reason, i still love you.

— No…

— Honestly, i didnt want to, but i do.

— You shouldnt…

— I know, but i do, man. I fucking love you. Thats how i feel. Being honest, im telling this hoping to hear it back…

— I cant love you, ethan. not in the way you deserve.

— What?

— You-- you deserve more, not this.

— But its what i want…how can what i want not be what i deserve?

One more time, silence was all he got.

The truth is that they never could work as a couple. Ethan needs things Derick can't give to him. Even the friendshipp became painful and exhaustive for both, a love relation would be terrible for their mental health.

I thinks that's all, thanks for reading :)

P.S: Their shippname was given by my friends, i tried to find other options, but nothing beats Detran! (brazilian joke lol)

[zombiified]

my storytelling is unparalleled (literally nobody has noticed or even gives that many fucks)

for like idk 4 years ive had a rule that steve is absolutely not allowed to wear green. i simply will not allow it. but it’s not me that wont allow it it’s actually steve, and people can look back through years of steve drawings and only find him in green maybe like idk twice?? once??

deeply saddening, because i really like green as a color, but you know who else likes green. (it’s not my mom)

THE DEVIL FROM THE BIBLEEE (his ex)

i havent gone too deeply into everything she did because thats like lowkey spoilers but just know she very much traumatized him and now he refuses to wear green because it reminds him too much of her, to the point of just actually hating the color. im sure i’ve established this as a random little factoid somewhere along the way but idk where

but anyways he’s kept this up for years, he prefers brown or dark greyish blue. and for the most part it just says like that, until. UNTIL. a certain special somebody comes into his life

and he never mentioned it because like obviously he’s not going to make him change out his wardrobe because of a color- he doesn’t even like to talk about his ex or his ptsd. he even thought that it looked nice on him. and he loves him so much that he could finally change his mind on his aversion to the color in its entirety, because he has someone so much better to associate it with

i love writing analyses like this on my own ocs i could yap all day

[inafieldofdaisies]

What does your OC/ship yearn for? | uquiz | Saw this one from @corvosattano | Tagging @vampireninjabunnies-blog @socially-awkward-skeleton @strangefable @direwombat @euryalex @nightbloodraelle @nightwingshero @detectivelokis @aceghosts @g0dspeeed @jacobsneed @adelaidedrubman @shegetsburned @poisonedtruth @strafethesesinners and anyone that would like to do the uquiz <3

I thought I'd do one for John too, since it's always fun to see how his and Sabrina's results compare.

Sabrina

for someone, something. their shadow follows you wherever you go

you yearn for a soulmate, or an equivalent. something life changing and earth shattering, that will make your world feel like it's finally right. like the final piece in a puzzle. your need for something to fill this void is so consuming that it often blinds you from the people who are already in your life, and causes you to hurt them without fully realizing it. you are not a selfish person by any means, but sometimes you take things from granted. chasing shadows will rarely lead you to anywhere good.

"the final piece in a puzzle" oooof, this quiz went for the throat

John

to hold a hand to your lips and call it yours

you yearn for a lover, a pure kind that fills you with sunlight and gold. you are full of so much love to give, yet it seems that no one wants to take them, to take you like you have taken them into your heart and chained it to your soul until the ends of the earth. you don't know when you are wanted, but more importantly, you don't know when you are unwanted. sometimes you are desperate in your desire, and ask for too much just because you've given parts of yourself like unwanted commodity. it's okay to stop looking. don't worry, they'll find you.

"they'll find you." I'm not crying, you are.

to be free, to follow your heart

you yearn to follow your heart and your passions. you feel constrained by your current situation and life, and that you have yet to fulfill your potential. if you could, you would pack up your bags and take a train to the countryside or the city to explore the world you only see in cinema and literature.

kinda accurate with his past

[ill0droprandomshizz]

HIII love your fic BUt i would really like to know more of why you choose to design the celestial dragon that way. no offence your art is beautiful.

but seenig how most Celestials look like her design seems unlikely

i absolutely love mylene and i wish i could him all the love he deserves ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Its actually a pretty simple answer!

When oda shows us the future version of the strawhats we see a good and bad timeline. One for when they follow their dream and one where they gave up on their dreams.

And seeing how they look, dreams can truly affect one looks. So taking this into consideration, CD was able to achieve what she wanted. Her dream of finding something to fill up her void, but proper knowledge in skin care also adds in.

Though the stretch marks are for you guys to speculate ;)

[cow-stealin-gal]

Going off of looks alone, what questions do you have for them?

You may ask multiple, I'll answer them

Hmmm….

To start, the art medium is digital, which brushes off texture.

The digital image depicts a grey, furry humanoid robot that has a black visor with golden yellow eyes, a red heart on their chest, pink paw pads, and white/yellow bands around their waist, calves, and forearms.

The eyes consist of a dot and a curved line, an eye depiction that can be found in cartoon shows such as Scooby-Doo! Mystery Incorporated and Murder Drones by Liam Vickers and Glitch Productions.

The eye color is similar to that of Disassembly Drones, robots that were designed to terminate Worker Drones, robots that were designed to obey orders.

The eye color and its context suggests that the character may have a background in murder, likely it is programmed to murder.

But I must not forget that you are familiar with protogens, sci-fi furries that are robotic and fluffy with a black visor as the top half of their face with dots and lines for eyes, expressions, and letters.

Now for the questions

- is that a jetpack behind them?

- does the heart and yellow bands light up? (They have white highlights)

- i see special effects, do they have magic?

[queenies-corner]

Hey there guys!

I have received six go-aheads to talk endlessly about my OCs in a post so here it is! I was thinking last night about how there is a specific Oh Hellos song that describes each one of them and wanted to explore it in more detail.

So I wrote a little bit about them and also included the lyric that fits them best from each song. So if you’re actually reading this and not just skimming (hi, I love you), I hope you enjoy this little analysis and please send asks with any questions! I will talk about my ocs for days if you let me

Luke: Hello My Old Heart

- An absolute classic that also fits him so so well. A big part of his character arc is learning how to love again, learning to take down the walls around his heart!!

- The lyrics that fit him best are “Nothing lasts forever/Some things aren't meant to be/But you'll never find the answer/Until you set your old heart free. Because that’s what he does!!! He learns how to feel and love and hope again and that’s so beautiful!!!

Kali: Wishing Well

- Just recently listened to this one for the first time and I was like YES YES KALI. Because it’s her story! Early in life she runs away and changes everything about her and falls in with the wrong people. And only after she’s too deep in her situation does she realize there “wasn’t any water in the wishing well”- that worldly prosperity is futile and there is no satisfaction in it!

- The opening lines, “I ran like a speeding train/Cut my hair and changed my name/Only had myself to blame/For the company I was keeping” fit her best because it’s so specific to her story? Like yeah That’s What She Did

Jace: Theseus

- Honestly there’s not an Oh Hellos song that fits him perfectly and I haven’t been able to figure out why, but this one fits best just because of the hope in it. It fits his constant search for peace and his resolution to “fix the busted bits”.

- “Maybe that's what it's all about/We keep fixing what we know is only bound to break/What's worth saving is never worth letting go to waste/I want to mend what I've got, instead of throwing away” is perfect for him!!! He never gives up on his friends and he’s always so quick to forgive because he always wants to mend what he’s got!!!

Ophelia: There Beneath

- This one is so beautiful and it fits her pretty much perfectly!! First of all she quite literally has a willow tree in her backyard (and that willow tree is a huge symbol of her character arc). Second of all the whole idea of the song is her whole character motivation! That “there is beauty in the way of things” and anything and everything is worth fighting for because of that!

- “There beneath the willow tree, I learned a lot about the way of things/I learned that everything has breath inside (the wind, the leaves, the wind, the leaves” like that’s her!!! I couldn’t have put it better myself!!!

Simon: Bitter Water

- ok not only does this song SLAP it‘s also HIS song!! he is constantly facing this temptation of power and wealth and influence and he Knows He Shouldn’t Love It But He Does!

- “I feel it in my soul/I feel the empty hole/The cup that can't be filled/And I feel it in my blood/In the fire and the flood/The beast that can't be killed” literally describing his whole inner thought process. He has this Emptiness inside him and he thinks he can fill it with power but Spoiler Alert! He can’t.

Aniyah: Dear Wormwood

- Having read The Screwtape Letters and knowing what this song is about, it was hard to see it applied any other way. But the more I thought about it the more it applies to her! She lives her whole life with this “devil inside of her” telling her she’s not good enough and twisting her into what she’s not! And when she is able to overcome that it reflects that joyful swell in the song when she names it her enemy :DDD

- “I want to be more than/This devil inside of me” is Her Lyric!!! It embodies her longing to become a better person than she’s been molded into and she does! Good For Her

Kaelan: Zephyrus

- Kaelan is basically every Oh Hellos song (there are six on his playlist right now 😂) but this is the one that describes him best. All the plant analogies in the second verse fit him because he is the Ultimate Plant Dad, but also just the overall theme of breathing and breaking and softening and growing embodies him perfectly!

- “Whether by accident or fortune, you and I/We are matter and it matters” This lyric is So. This is how he thinks!!! He’s not exactly sure whether it *is* by accident or fortune, but he know everything exists for a reason, including himself.

Cassus: Second Child, Restless Child

- Ah, Cassus, my beautiful problem child. This song fits him so well even though it’s short because it’s so very accurate. He IS restless and he IS wild and he IS troublesome. And everyone around him saw that and was afraid of him. Which leads us to the lyric:

- “And Heaven knows how hard I tried/But the devil whispered lies I believed”. My boy tried SO HARD to ignore all the hatred and disgust he received but he ended up internalizing it anyway and it became a part of him. And in order to lose that he had to “run far from all he’s ever known” and learn that he IS worthy of love and it IS possible for other people to love him!!

So there is that! It is Long and it probably doesn’t make sense. But I love my ocs and I love the Oh Hellos and I love infodumping on the internet! So it’s just a combination of interests I guess.

If you actually read all that thank you so much 😭 it means a lot that people are actually interested in the things I’ve created! And again if you want to know more just shoot me an ask. Or many asks. I will answer all of them :D