#oc zizi

[aberration-abbey]

2nd Lt. Taffy, AstroLab's resident secret alien shapeshifter, and her enthusiastic bestie, Ensign Zesiro.

[wis-art]

Waleria L. Brzęczyszczykiewska :)

I did a bit of redesigning and now she does not have boobies she's a tgirl pre hrt

[scramblespots]

a decade + 1 with my fav guy <3

[osophobic]

If I cannot cause fear, I will inspire LOVE (hehe a lil switcheroo there aye?)

Yes I did make Zedina dress as the bride of Frankenstein while using og Frankie's quotes

... Happy Halloween ~~~~~~

[moghraidhs]

meet zizi!! tw for ptsd

It’s been half an hour since they got to the hospital, and Zizi still hasn’t stopped shaking.

It’s not shellshock. She’s survived multiple parachute jumps, winter in Bastogne, and had people die right under her nose. She’d know if she was fucking shellshocked.

“Mind if I take a look?”

She looks up at Gene, standing just out of reach.

He hadn’t tried to touch her. Probably a smart decision. She feels like she could fly out of her skin at any moment.

“It’s fine. It’s not my blood.” She can still taste it on her lips when she answers, thick and metallic. “Where’s Grant?”

“Resting. Surgeon says he’ll be fine.”

He looks tired. It reminds Zizi too much of Bastogne, the shells and the snow and the constant exhaustion.

How naive had she been to think that being here would be different? The war is all but over and they’re still losing people.

It’s not fucking fair.

“You want to come back to the hotel?” Gene asks.

Zizi glances at him, the purplish bruises under his eyes. “I’ll drive.”

The devil that lives under her skin wants him to argue, to give her something to hit back at. Anything other than sitting here shaking and seeing Grant’s head explode right in front of her eyes.

But Gene is too smart for that. Or too tired. Maybe both. “Sure.”

There’s blood on the backseat of the truck, already half dry. Zizi looks at it and the echo of a shot reverberates inside her skull.

“Do you think they caught him?” she asks.

It takes Gene a while to answer. “Maybe.”

She grips the steering wheel until her knuckles show bone. Five minutes. Just five fucking minutes. Hardly enough to make amends, but she has nothing else.

“You should get washed up, get some rest. When we get back.”

He knows her too well. Asshole.

“Maybe.” It’s all she’ll give him. He won’t push any more. She knows that too.

That’s the whole problem with this fucking war. It lets you know people, lets them know you, and then takes them away just like that.

She pushes down on the gas a little harder. Gene doesn’t say anything.

They drive back to the hotel in silence.

[criminalcinnamon]

Sorry I haven't posted art in like. A while

Have these

[virvendir]

Drawtober 2023 - Day 9

Rhodium doesn't like sharing her Poffins... Get off the table, Rhody! You aren't supposed to be on there!

[hywl]

playing with presets ☀✨

[the-child-of-the-doctor]

Slow Drop in too u home ho ho ho gives u a banan

[eunchancorner]

Who's Zizi? :o

I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED

I drew her but my phone died so for now take this edited picrew, tail inspo and some background info!

Zizi is a young adult who never really outgrew their scene kid phase and, as a result, dresses like she's still in the early 2000's. When she was young she got a viral infection from a plant, and, as a result, ended up with this bigass tail. It opens and hisses when she's scared or angry and can release a spore cloud that, while irritating and too thick to see through, is completely sterile due to the tail insides not developing right. I've also recently decided she's gonna be traumatized and an age regressor bc I need an oc like that

If y'all got any ideas feel free to tell me em

[rosedevoir]

OC-TOBER day 3: old oc

my fursona that stuck with me through elementary and middle school, my old animation meme bestie zizi 🌈✨

[aberration-abbey]

an alien shapeshifter responsible for countless warcrimes who thinks she's blending in and an extremely sweet and kind researcher who definitely knows but is too polite to say anything. the besties

[wis-art]

lesbian wolfgirl

[gritpyre]

Hello,it’s me again with a few more questions regarding your original characters and universe they live in,hope I’m not overstaying your welcome in the ask box:

1)I noticed that Alma usually wears a skull in her werejaguar form.Is this some kind of magical object?Is it more like a mask or it becomes one with her skin?

2)How did Alma get that big scar on her chest?Does it has something to do with her death?If so who gave her it?

3)You once drew Alma with,presumably,her team.But apart from Mercedes Gaitán,we don’t know anyone from here(pls correct me if I’m wrong,my eyesight is poor).Who are they and what do they do (kill cursed werecreatures, fight the gods,etc)?

4)Who is Valor?Are they werejaguar too?Are they important to your main storyline?

5)Who is Silvia Historia?Were they and Guerrero friends once? If so, what happened between them that made Sylvia call Alma a monster in one of your fanarts?

6)I remember seeing Alma interacting with @for-the-love-of-angst OC Zizi.What kind of relationship do these two have?

7)And finally,perhaps the most important question among all the asks I bombarded you with for the last months:

Can Alma purr?

i greatly appreciate your questions so really don't worry about that fam ✌️ though it shames me to admit some of the subjects of these questions have been scraped or changed askjdaskdajsd orz but let's go one by one:

So if she was a normal werejaguar this wouldn't happen but since her curse is so unstable her lycan form tends to degrade/decompose and her face is usually the first thing to go. The meta reason is that i've always been a fan of monsters with skull heads and wanted to give her that design choice

Salazar is to blame thought it has to do more with Amaranta's death and Alma's uuuuh resurgence if you can call it that, confusing i know but i'm working on revealing the details someday i promis

3. Now this is an idea that got scraped 😔 perhaps i will recycle her old team into new characters/concepts but the only one i kept is Magdalena, and instead of the leader of that group she now will be a high ranking clergywoman possibly, the team was originally people that got semi successful curse treatment called bloodseers

4. Valor is a weremargay! she is the twin of Vega, Alma's old lover. The twins, Thiago and Alma have known each other since they were in their early teens; though their friendship remains important, Valor's current predicament is more of a tragic collateral damage

5. Another character that got scraped orz, however that's because I used a lot of her personality and story beats and fused them with other ideas i had to create Cadejo Blanco! so she lives on, in a way

6.

if Alma wasn't so hellbent on destroying her own happiness the adoption papers would've been signed by zizi ages ago 😔 honestly their relationship deserves a post of their own because me and my good friend @for-the-love-of-angst probs have a book's worth of roleplays between these two :'D

7. Alas i might break your heart here but she can't, which is in line with how jaguars work irl since they can't purr either. However they sorta do something similar where they growl with their mouth closed when pleased, sample below (i know it says purring jaguar but big cats can't purr askdjsakdj):

that's what Alma can manage

[mrsandals]

Inktober 2023

(GOD I HATE IT)

Day 7 "Drip"

[moghraidhs]

zizi can have a little more trauma. as a treat. tw for ptsd.

Zizi still has the braids. After, after… when she was alone, she’d gathered them up and tucked them inside her clothes. They’ve been with her all through the long march, the flights, and finally a truck ride home.

Funny to think of an army base as home.

Mollie is the first one to meet them. She hugs everyone, because that’s what she does.

You should’ve been there. Zizi swallows the acid on her tongue. The devil in her won’t win. Not today.

But then Mollie’s hand grazes the back of her head and everything goes red, red, red. Red on Mollie’s lips, trailing down her perfect skin, unmarred by starvation and cruelty. Red on Zizi’s knuckles and in front of her eyes and drumming in her ears.

She fucking hates the colour red.

“Zizi–” Lisbeth reaches out, and ordinarily Zizi would let her, because Lisbeth is sweet and kind and probably the only reason they’ve made it back here at all.

But not now. Not with red on her hands and in her mouth and so much rage under her skin she feels like she could burst from it.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” she snarls, and watches Lisbeth’s eyes go wide and wounded and thinks good.

People are watching. Benny Demarco is among them.

Zizi glares at him, flashes red-stained teeth. Her tongue throbs thick and hot in her mouth. “Stay the fuck away from me.” She raises her voice for all of them to hear: Mollie with her bleeding mouth, Lisbeth and her drawn, hurt face, the other ex-POWs huddled together, Demarco and his stupid fucking kind eyes. “Just fucking stay away.”

She turns and walks away. Nobody stops her.

The red hammering in her ears says good. But the mist in front of her eyes feels a lot like tears.

She doesn't cry. So it can't be tears. She tells herself that over and over again.

Hopes that one day she'll be able to believe it.