#oc: aamira

[eldritch-something-or-other]

some guys i made for a slasher story im making currently called firestarted. i love them oh so much

[zellk]

My question is about Qalaa! She’s got an amazing design in every iteration so I wanted to ask what were your main inspirations for her? Also could you tell us a bit more about her story?

Hi there ! Thank you so much for your kind words about my babygirl ;A; !!! Everything started circa 2014 when I started to play Wakfu again with @shuuzaar and decided to make a red-skinned osamodas. She also now exists in multiple universes (a minotaur or tiefling in DnD, a demon/oni, a dragon, etc etc).

It wasn't a very conscious & willed thing but since I put a lot of 'myself' into her (more than all my other OCs, who have more... handpicked bits) so her build started to grow towards the larger / bigger side naturally. I'm definitely not as big, nor tall as her though (I am short and she's like, 209cm tall or sth).

Her general themes / traits are : A kind, soft & gentle soul in a body that is 'made' for killing / hurting easily because of it's size and strength. Feeling inadequate / dysphoria / struggling to accept her body because it doesn't fit what she likes (petite and feminine girls). Struggle to control flares of emotions & physical strength. And being very, oh so very gay about girls and feminine people (this is a very important part ok).

In time I've been slowly collecting pictures of athletes and people that make me think of her and trying to refine how she looks in my head ! Though, like many of my characters, the specifics tends to change depending on how I feel on the moment... sometimes I want her nose a bit more like this or like that... don't be surprised if her gallery isn't the most consistent in terms of facial features :,^)

One thing that definitely DID inspire me for her though are the marks on her body ! They are inspired from scarifications of the Chambri tribe in Papua New Guinea https://bodyartforms.com/blog/sepik-river-scarification.asp)

As for her story, well, my current DnD group where I play her has given me a lot of opportunities to flesh it out a little more >:^D I'll try to keep it short.

Qalaari was born from an unplanned pregnancy. Her mother, Aamira Molandine, was someone with a very weak health due to a blood curse running in her family (more on that later) ; but despite her health she decided to keep the child and see the pregnancy through. Her father, Temhos Croquelune, is a member of a tribe of "beast folk" (this is tweaked and adapted to fit in various universes when I can) and, while enamoured with Aamira, was really not ready to have a child, and to potentially have to raise it alone should Aamira die while giving birth. After yet another argument with her about getting an abortion for her sake and the sake of them both, Temhos ran away during the night and never came back.

~6 month pregnant Aamira found refuge in the Croquelune tribe under Temhos' sister roof, Olgha (who also had a crush on Aamira & both her and her brother tried to court her). The travel took a heavy toll on Aamira's already weak health and yet she somehow miraculously survived the delivery of her (very) big and healthy baby girl Qalaari. Qalaari was raised in a very loving home by Aamira and Olgha, but developped a big resentment towards her blood father, especially since after giving birth, Aamira remained a very sickly person with a broken heart. Aamira died when Qalaari was 13, which kind of forever scared her and worsened her struggles to control her emotions.

Remember the Cursed Blood thing ? Well basically, it's a curse that either 1) eats you alive if your body is too weak to handle it (Aamira's case, which is why she had a weak health from the beginning) OR 2) enhances the physical potential of your body, but tends to make you lose control and become little more than a beast (Qalaari's case). So yeah... she's trying to get better but she has a lot of healing to do with her inner child and that's not easy... especially with the layers of self hatred the cycles of her life are bringing in :^) !

EDIT : I FORGOT TO ADD that Qalaari is currently exiled from the Croquelune tribe. The circle scar on her clavicle is the mark of the exiled, who are sent away from the tribe for 3 years before they can come back. The practice exists to try and get people to grow 'outside of the community' before coming back in it as a slightly different person. The once-exiled people are reintegrated in the tribe when they return if possible. Olgha, Qalaari's aunt-in-law and adoptive parent, has a mark like this! This exile is definitely not the best solution ever but it's been done for so long in the tribe that it's hard to yknow... challenge the system of it.

Anyway if you've read to this point, thank you for listening to me fail miserably to keep this short... Qalaari is one of my dearest OC, so it's really hard not to gush about her in a 3 hours TED Talk everytime...

Thank you for this kind ask ! Hope you'll have a good day :> !

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To all my BIPOC followers: (and everyone else too)

If I reblog something racist or something that’s offensive please let me know. It’s highly likely I misunderstood the post; I’m ADHD and probably have some form of autism, so I have a really hard time understanding things in text form. I would really appreciate it if y’all could explain things to me if it seems like something I may have misinterpreted.

Also, I would love any advice on how to deal with racist, Southern Baptist, homophobic, transphobic, pro life, ableist family members please hit me up. Tonight’s been a wild ride. I literally had my father say to me that he believes “All Lives Matter”. I supported BLM when he talked about it, but my family are literally the only things keeping me from being homeless and I don’t think they’d take too kindly to being strangled.

I love you all! You deserve love and safety and happiness!!

Anyway, to end this post on a positive note, please have a drawing of queer couple of color from one of my main stories that I have yet to finish.

This is Aamira Tadesse-LaBeau (she/her), a bi, gender nonconforming badass weapons smith; her child Adira Namuncurá-Tadesse; and her (eventual) lover Khodie Wolf (They/them), nonbinary, bi, Eastern European Jew, who is mostly deaf and has about three billion parental figures.

I really hope this doesn’t take away from the posts original point or anything, if it does I can happily make a second post with more info on my ocs

[tdgaamira]

Hi! 🥰🥰🥰 Sorry for being inactive for a couple of days! I was kinda sick but now I'm better! 🤧🤒 This piece was actually made about 2 and a half weeks ago! ❤🌸 I have also entered 2 of my art pieces into my school's digital art contest (this one and the cupcake one (the cupcake with the candy on top as well as a rainbow background)) but I'm pretty sure I won't win cause there are soooooooo many great digital artists at my school! (Wish me luck though!) 🥰🥰🥰 I've also made a little speed art video for this piece (swipe to see it). 🤗 I'm thinking of making this character my first oc! I haven't really figured out her personal yet but I'm working on it! 💝 ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ Would you wear this outfit? Comment below! The first 3 followers that comment on this post get a post shout out on my story! 😘💖 ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ You guys are the best! ❤🧡💛💚💙💜 Thanks to everyone who is supporting me! (Liking, commenting, following) I would REALLY appreciate a follow from you (if you aren't following me already!) ❤❤❤🥰🥰🥰😘😘😘😊😊😊 The speed art of this has been uploaded to my YouTube channel! Check it out! (Link in bio!) ❤❤❤ The Approximate Time It Took Me To Draw This - 01:47:43 Love you all! ❤❤❤ - Aamira/Diamond #art #artistsoninstagram #artist #digitalart #digitalpainting #digitalillustration #digitaldrawing #smallartist #smalldigitalartist #digitalartwork #digitalartworks #artistofinsta #beginnerartists #beginnerdigitalartists #simpledigitalart https://www.instagram.com/p/B9z4WhuBW4_/?igshid=3j7f1lj56gxb

[bnha-hq]

Ok so I finally got something written however it’s an oc of mine, her name’s Aamira and while she wasn’t made for BNHA specifically I decided to give her a power which was fire, Veríssimo is her boyfriend however’s only really mentioned. It’s kind of word vomit but I like it lmao, hope you do too.

tw/ mentions of death

He was gone.

Veríssimo was gone and now, for the first time in a long time, she was truly alone. She was alone with her thoughts and this hot, burning pain. This scorching agony that she just couldn’t seem to douse, no matter what he did the pain continued, like a horrible weed growing out of control. She’d been through hell and back, seen war and experienced the horrors of man kind and she came back, but this? This shook her to her very core, this pain buried so deep she wasn’t sure she’d come back; she wasn’t sure if she even wanted to.

The pain wasn’t the only emotion she was feeling, right beside it was an indescribable rage, anger that burnt so strongly and so intensely that it threatened to burn her from the inside out if she didn’t release it. She was angry at the people who did this, that sorry excuse of a man who took Veríssimo from her and for what!? For his own selfish desires!? And where were the heroes? Aamira’s blood boiled, where were the heroes when all this was happening? These are the people who expect her to trust them? To support them? Well, where were they!? They had never once come to her aid and god knows she’s needed it, they let Veríssimo slip through the cracks and he paid the ultimate price for it!

Aamira’s skin began to smoke, her skin hot to the touch…she knew she had to get away from here before she set the whole town ablaze. She stumbled up; the wood where her knees had been now scorched. She could hardly hear anything over the sound of the blood rushing through her ears, the sound of the blaze inside threatening to consume her. She got through the door and ran, she didn’t know exactly where she was going, it just had to be away from here. Away from that house, away from the memories and away from the pain.

She ran away from the buildings, away from the homes and the happy families, even with her mind rattled with grief she knew she couldn’t let go here, she couldn’t be the reason someone else feels like her, she couldn’t. She wouldn’t allow it, get somewhere safe was all she could think as she ran, don’t break down here. Not here, anywhere but here. Again, and again and again, her heart was beating almost in time with the sounds of her footsteps, everything around her moving so fast she could hardly comprehend what was happening.

The smoke was soon pouring from her skin and everything burnt, her muscles hurt, and she could hardly breathe but she kept running, only stopping once she found a field, a place where she wouldn’t hurt anyone. She fell to her knees, the sizzling of the grass only just registering, the feelings of rage, betrayal and grief swirled inside her, creating a storm no single person should ever have to bear alone. The heat grew more and more intense and she could no longer see past the smoke her own body created, she could no longer hear past the raging inferno inside. She could no longer keep it in.

Aamira let out a scream that was nothing short of tragic, a scream full of raw emotion and pain, and with it a torrent of flames. White hot and shooting into the sky, the roar deafening, and the light blinding. She could feel the flames surround her, almost comforting her in her moment of desperation, the warmth she needed in that moment to keep her upright, her tears didn’t even reach her cheeks before turning to steam.

Just as quickly as they had started, they stopped, and for a hauntingly beautiful moment all was quiet, only the sound of her heavy breathing and the crackle of fire surrounded her. She took a moment to take it all in, taking comfort in the smell of smoke and the warmth against her skin, it was then she came to her realisation. She didn’t need them.

All this time she believed she needed a hero, that one day one would show up and save her, to save Veríssimo, to get them out of the hell they were in. But they never did and even then, she still had faith, she still believed that they’d help her, she believed they’d keep him safe but no! They didn’t, she couldn’t help herself but wonder why. What was it about her and the many others like her that didn’t deserve protection from their so called ‘heroes’? In the end however the answer didn’t matter because she knew the truth, she didn’t need them, she had herself, the only person she could count on.

Sirens pierced through her thoughts, quickly gaining her attention. Fire trucks, police cars and heroes all headed her way, and she couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. Now she had their attention? She pulled herself to her feet and watched the flashing lights, she wasn’t sure what they’d do when they got to here, but she didn’t care, she wasn’t going to stick around and find out, so she turned and ran.

This time she didn’t even have a goal, she had no where in mind and no plan for what she’d do when she reached…wherever it was she was going but she didn’t care. The scorched field soon turned to nice, neat houses and those nice houses soon turned into darker, more derelict skeletons of what they were originally. The neatly cut lawns soon turned to weeds weaved through buildings, from a nice suburb to merely the ghost of one.

She eventually stopped at the mouth of an alleyway; she really should go home but she couldn’t. She couldn’t go back there knowing she’d be alone, the streets didn’t scare her, not anymore, not with the fire under her skin burning hotter than before he was taken from her. No, she was comfortable here.

“Fucking heroes! Useless, lying bastards!” She kicked a bottle and watched in satisfaction as it smashed before leaning against the wall and sliding to the ground. Sure, she got rid of most of her rage but not all of it, she briefly wondered if she ever would. Footsteps approached her though she didn’t look up, she’d know soon enough if this person, was worth her time.

“So that little fire show was yours huh? Pretty impressive” an almost mocking voice spoke up. “I know a group of people who share your exact sentiment…that heroes aren’t what they say they are.”

She looked up at the source of the voice to see a hand being held out to her, skin turning to burns, seemingly held together by staples.

“We’re looking for new recruits, interested?”

Aamira looked at him, what else did she have to lose?

So, she took his hand. She’d protect the people the heroes forget if it was the last thing she ever did.

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In honor of Pride and BLM, I am only posting pics of black characters (although some pics will have other ocs, but they’re all pocs). First up, one of my most recent fav ocs from a novel I’ve been working on since I was like 11 or 12.

This is Aamira; she’s a bi gnc badass blacksmith. Comment if you guys wanna know more about her and the world she comes from