#oc: ascent

[enteragoodnamehere]

OCtober but with my Rain World OCs - Day 1: Introductions

WOO YEAH BABY THAT'S A LOTTA GUYS!!!!! I wanted to doodle all of my Main slugs and iterators and I forgot how many I had lmao. anyways closeups + more info under the cut but warning that its a lot lol

The Mediator (and Timmy) - they/them (and he/him) - The Mediator was a slugcat that lived near the Stranger's colony of scavs/Tollbooth and would frequently mediate disputes between them and other slugs. They had no interest in living with a colony and were perfectly happy with living by themself... until they met Timmy, a weird aquatic slugpup with an intense attachment to a red pearl. Unable to find his family/colony and recognizing that the area was no place to raise a pup, they go on a quest to find somewhere better for Timmy, which ends up being on Five Step Dance's can. They also befriend the Scribe too!!

The Stranger (or "pearl" in scav sign language) - it/she by iterators- A normal slugcat raised by the scavenger colony living in the ruins of Tollbooth's can. They deliver a message to Five Step Dance from Tollbooth informing her of Toll's collapse and how it was 100% Rapid Ascent's fault (not really but Toll's pretty biased). It's treated basically as another scav by scavengers, but other slugcats are unnerved by it and its mannerisms (hence the name). A good hunter who cares very deeply about its colony

The Scribe - they/them - purposed organism created by Rapid Ascent to find a specific pearl (the one Timmy has!). Their antenna and mane allow them to "read" pearls (its not true "reading" but more like. I forget what its called but when a image is represented by numbers and letters y'know?). They eventually revolt against Ascent though and go join The Mediator and Timmy's little group to live like a normal slugcat.

The Diver - it/its or she/her specifically by Butcher - genetically modified "slugcat", its really more eel lizard than slug though. Created by Butcher's Blade for no real purpose besides "can I make an organism that would instantly be an apex predator in a marine environment". It ended up loving The Diver though and now it treats her like a spoiled house cat. It'll rip and maim and try to eat anything that gets too close though so watch out

The Entertainer - any prns - another modified slugcat created by Butcher because it was bored. The Entertainer was supposed to be entertainment for Butcher, but it grew bored of him really quickly and kicked her out of its can. It's mostly only still alive through its good relationships with pretty much everything lmao

The Visitor - any prns - wild slugcat that can sorta sense/manipulate electricity. How? idk lol. They were made for a challenge a while back and were meant to resemble a green alien, but she's evolved since then.

The Friend - he/him - my very first rain world oc!! he's pretty much what the Stranger would become, being another slug raised by scavs.

The Killer - she/her - joke character based off a co-op session I did with my sibling that I got attached to lmao

Five Step Dance (FSD or "Dance") - she/it - (cw: brief mention of attempted suicide) - the group senior and oldest iterator in the entire region. all my iterators are supposed to represent one of the 5 Urges, and she represents number 1 (violence). She had a bad upbringing, with Ancients that didn't really care about her, leading to her can falling into disrepair and no one doing anything about it. She grew to hate her creators, going as far as to try and kill one of them using The Executioner (the modified centipede in the image with her). She felt immense guilt about this and tried to get a better grip of her feelings, which lasted until Tollbooth told it that Ascent (her closest friend) was lying to and manipulating her and was also responsible for Tollbooth's collapse. She had a mental breakdown, sent the Executioner after Ascent and killed him, tried to kill herself, failed, spent a bunch of time being angry and taking it out on anything she could, and then calmed down when the Mediator showed up at her can. Its very angsty and I care so so much about it.

Rapid Ascent (RA or "Ascent") - he/they - the 3rd iterator of this local group built, representative of the fifth urge (survival). Dance's communication technology had failed during his construction, but rather than trying to fix it the Ancients just gave him executive control over the entire group's communications, meaning any calls or messages to or from Dance would have to go through him. The Ancients also drilled the idea that any emotion was bad and that he was the only sensible one of the local group. This really fucked him up, and post-mass ascension he became paranoid and desperate for control and attention from people he respected (basically only Dance lol). He began blocking communications from other Iterators, subtly manipulating Dance and lying to it, ignoring Tollbooth's cries for help as it was collapsing. This came back to bite him in the ass though after Tollbooth sent a message by slugcat courier (the Stranger) to Dance exposing them. Their puppet died after Dance sicced the Executioner on them, electrocuted to death. Now, if their consciousness is also dead or if they're still sentient but unable to interact with the world? Nobody knows.

Tollbooth - it/its - the youngest iterator of the group, represents the 3rd urge (companionship). It took after Butcher pre-collapse, being rebellious and only doing the bare minimum for the Ancients. It wanted to be liked and accepted by its local group and didn't really care what its creators wanted. Post-mass ascension, it noticed that one of its legs of its can was damaged and could lead to a collapse. It went to Rapid Ascent for help, but was ignored and blocked from contacting others. It eventually collapsed, although it still had some consciousness afterwards unlike Moon. Many cycles into its collapse, a group of scavengers moved into the ruins of its can. It was able to communicate with the scavs, and they performed some "repairs" to make it more stable. The scav colony also designated it as a Tollbooth and good ally, and gave it clothing (a cloak made out of rain deer hide, a vulture mask fashioned after toll markers) and rudimentary "prosthetic legs" as a peace offering. Moved by the scavengers kindness, and still bitter about Ascent, it forsake its old name and devoted its remaining life to caring for the colony. However, before this it also made a pearl for Dance explaining its situation and casting blame on Rapid Ascent for its collapse, which would eventually lead to Ascent's death.

Butcher's Blade (BB or "Butcher") - it/its - the second iterator constructed, representative of the fourth urge (gluttony). I'll be real guys I've been writing for 2 hours and I'mm tired so uhh. It likes genetic modification and gives itself the rot :thumbsup:

[hydrxnessa]

cult of the lamb but its intoxicate

OC -- [ Intoxicate ]

been obsessed w cotl lately, i called it intox simulator cus its funny (though leshy suits him more than anything tbh, blindfolded green gang)

ignore that the colours are practically everywhere its hard when you only get three colours to work with

[trollblivion-ooc]

{ an ending }

» (AscenT).

[ruidosdebosque]

my oc peregrine and her partner inky (impmon > witchmon > ladydevimon > beelzemon) as it evolves according to her transition and acceptance of herself!! woot woot

[ruby-likes-to-pick-roses]

I made le backgrounddd (thx noodlekin and DXL 😁)

I now must watch tutorials on how to make lasers and bombs and whatever and animate the boss moving and find out how to constantly rotate smth (the square and triangle things behind the boss is supposed to rotate the whole level)

[chibikitty-ira]

Prelude to Ascent - Issue 1

(P.S. This is to keep it posted on Tumblr, it was released a while ago. You can check with it on my other social media if you prefer it there!)

[reverentreaper]

i think that this is the first time ive ever drawn them together... Anywayyy Ocs Sparrow and Melee

[pigeon-wizard]

I like Pokémon! I would love to hear about your OCs

OH! YAY!!!!!! Ok ok ok, there is a lot of them so I’ll start with Cassie,

pronouns: she/her,

orientation: aromantic, asexual

Her main pokemon team is: Espeon (nicknamed Apollo), Gallade, Metang, Reuniclus, Meowstic (male), and Slowbro (that can mega evolve)

Professor Cassandra Acer (aka Cassie) is the professor of a region mostly based off Canada. She studies pokemon and human psychology, specifically how Pokémon and humans interact with each other. She studies things like the bonds needed for mega evolution and evolution via friendship and affection. She’s also a gym leader, she likes to study her opponents while battling them and see how strong their bonds are. (she’s usually really tried from all her work). Cassie was from the east side of the region (like around where newfoundland would be) but ran away when she was a teenager with only her espeon because of issues with her older brother and parents, mostly her brother. After a bit of searching she found a foster home run by a woman named Madam Nyx Nocturne, who is also a pretty major character. The home took in anyone who needed shelter, which means a lot of pokemon trainers. She stayed longer then she originally intended and grew close to Madam Nyx and another runaway kid at the foster home a little younger than her named Cole McGee. She eventually decides to become a psychologist to be the help she needed when she was younger. In the current day of the story, she lives alone on one of the islands on the far west of the region (like around Vancouver island irl) with her pokemon.

AAHH thanks for asking! that someone wants to hear about my oc's!

[glenglam324]

more Rougey and Vario art lol

[electricsakura16]

Since Savant's HEX II is released, here is the 2024 Reference Sheet of my 2nd, yet oldest Skyverse OC, Skyvant.

[enteragoodnamehere]

umm. more refs for artfight but this times it’s all my rain world ocs. world’s shittiest polycule <3

[hydrxnessa]

smth smth intox uses his human form to lure in novura, claiming they are one and the same

they are, in fact, not one and the same.

[emo-gals-4life]

a skyvant moodboard of potion brewing, bewitched wackiness and magical elements!

oc by @electricsakura16

[ackyaxolotl]

lets goooooooooooo today at 13:00 GMT/08:00 EST/05:00 PT on twitch tv 💚💚💚

[moodymisty]

*awkward cough*

Mother, I crave luna wolves smut.

(this is my first time sending someone a request *internal panic* so bare with me)

(I'm thinking about the luna wolves bullying a surf fic that you did and now have brainrot.)

Like, imagine being my height (5'1) and having a big "mean" astartes fully aware that I'm sooo horny I'm loosing my mind.

And something about space marines that I can't stop thinking about is how they smell. Like the amount of testosterone.. Their sent has to be immensely horny inducing for a female.

Like- damn. Gigantic, absolutely shredded, smug ass smile and, teasing comments, absolute bastard of a super human. Asking you to do stuff that requires a lot more physical closeness than normal. Getting absolutely wrecked by the astartes smell(TM).

Eventually deciding to "help each other out" hot and heavy Make outs, grinding, humping, neck kisses and neck bites, the absolute WETness, SERIOUS man handling..

Jeez sorry I'm so down bad. Feel free to ignore me lol.

Big fan of your writing, hope you're doing well.

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's note: i am unhinged. Decided to make an actual Luna wolf oc for this one just cause. This idea is my fucking jam but for some reason I had a lot of trouble with this one, I think it's just because I'm getting a bit burnt out finishing the last of the requests. I hope you still enjoy.

Relationships: Artyom(Luna Wolf OC)/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mild NSFW, Grinding, Groping, Some mild manhandling

“Careful.”

The Thunderhawk shakes as the air cools during its ascent, and Artyom puts a hand on your shoulder to steady you in your seat. You don’t have any risk for falling over, but he still does it anyways. You look up at him and give him a small nod in thanks.

The other refugees however are largely fending for themselves, grouped close together and muttering amongst themselves.

You don’t mind not being part of it. You barely know any of them; And throughout this entire ordeal, you've found yourself growing closer to Artyom than any of them. He doesn’t seem to mind, and if anything, seems to find it amusing. During the few times you’d see him wander through the base he’d always make a point to call you out, say hello before returning to his duties.

The other refugees found it odd. While Astartes are respected and admired, being in their attention isn’t seen as the most positive. They are mercurial and unpredictable on the best of days, intimating masses of muscle that can kill with ease; And enjoy doing so.

Artyom is an oddity among the Luna Wolves, to enjoy poking at a human. Even if it's only one, and he regains his stoic, almost sleepy expression when barking orders at any of the others.

Once the Thunderhawk docks into the landing bay of the battlebarge, everyone makes their way off. The Astartes leave silently other than an apothecary who ushers the refugees along to where they’ll stay before being placed. More than likely the first Imperium port they come across, where they'll become the Imperium Guard's logistical problem.

You move to follow along with them, assuming that will be your place, but Artyom grabs you before you have the chance. His hand claps your shoulder, nearly painfully heavy from the size and weight of his gauntlet.

“Come with me instead.”

You look up at him before following closely, halls rapidly becoming filled with only Astartes. They all look curiously at you, as if wondering what a baseline human is doing in this area. Clearly they're not used to them being here. You continue following Artyom anyways however and try to ignore the questioning gazes, until he pulls you inside a room filled with armoring equipment.

“Here. Hold this while I remove my armor.” He hands you his knife, while his bolter and rifle go on a rack made specifically for them. The knife clearly has more sentimental value, you assume.

“Why did you have me follow you?”

You say, holding the knife tight as machines slowly peel away plate after plate of ceramite. It's such an odd thing to see, watching him go slowly from a near machine in massive armor to something you would consider more human; Even if still very different.

“Those refugees are going into the serfs quarters until we pass by a human settled world. It will be a tight fit.”

The material of his black skinsuit is revealed bit by bit, until no armor remains. Your hands tighten around the handle of the large knife. The suit leaves nothing to the imagination as the name implies, stretching over his entire body other than his upper neck and face, and interface ports.

“So I won’t stay down there? Where will I sleep then?” You feel disrespectful for asking, you should be thankful his legion even bother to saved you. Artyom however seems to find no intentional disrespect, or at least doesn't point any out.

“You can stay in my quarters. Unless you would prefer the serfs.”

Slowly he starts to peel away his black skinsuit, revealing bare skin. The farther down it peels away- neck, collar bone, chest, hips- the farther down it drops the more you force your eyes to remain at strictly shoulder height and higher.

Once everything is removed, he pushes his shoulder blades together and they let out a crack, flexing his shoulders and chest. You swallow a knot in your throat, the knife being strangled in your hands.

“Hmm?”

Artyom hums, grabbing one of the sets of trousers and pulling them on. You shake your head and try to dispel thoughts you are sure would get you into an unspeakable amount of trouble away.

“Oh, nothing. I'm sorry.”

Now dressed you can worry less about your eyes wandering to places they shouldn't, but not completely; the waistline of his trousers exposing a good portion of his hips and lower stomach. You hope he didn't catch the way your eyes lingered on the v of his hips for a bit longer than they should have.

He walks closer, closer enough that you have to take a step back. He gives his neck a crack, and for a moment you wonder if the armor is that intensive on them; In it they never seem to mind, almost as if it's a second skin.

“Are you sure? Your heart is loud.”

He can hear it? You're throat tightens; You wonder what else he can hear. Can he hear your ragged breathing? The way your blood is thumping in your ears and downward between your legs.

“Oh, I just… A lot has happened. It's a lot to think about.” Artyom gives a gentle, sleepy smirk, and puts a hand on your shoulder.

“Do not worry. You are safe with me.”

Perhaps from physical dangers; but your mind is now a battleground between common sense and base instinct.

The way his shoulders make your body seem so frail, towering over you. The way his muscles stretch across his neck, his collarbone, the smooth taughtness of his stomach drifting into the v of his hips.

And perhaps he may not smell the nicest in first impression, there’s something underneath it that is oddly, not terrible. You find yourself swallowing a large knot in your throat as he looks down at you, his smirk shifting the taught skin of his facial scars. You skin feel like it's on fire, like you're boiling from the outside in, and you swear you've never felt this aroused in your entire life. The way you feel like your cunt has an actual heartbeat.

"You must still be quite unsettled, if your heart is still racing."

He steps closer, putting a hand on your shoulder; Though it's large enough that it pushes against the crook of your neck. He squeezes it just a bit, and you try to resist letting out an audible hitch in your breath.

"I'm fine, really. I thank you for your concern, though. It means a lot coming from you."

You feel like you're beginning to sweat, and your lower body feels tight and hot. You squeeze your thighs together subtly and instantly you can tell you're getting wet.

Artyom takes a step closer, and you didn't realize how close you were to the wall until your back presses against it and you're near entirely consumed in shadow. The armoring room is quite small, you can only assume because the battlebarge lacks the size of their larger ships.

"You are not a good liar," He says, his smile changing form. "I can smell you."

His hand moves from your shoulder to around your waist, easily able to cover a significant portion with how large it is.

"It took me a bit, to realize what that smell was whenever you were around me."

You don't suppose that's surprising; Being an astartes is surely a secluded fate, without much room for fraternizing. And the smell of someone being so aroused is probably unique and quite subtle, not an easily explainable thing.

He pulls your body forcing you to arch your back towards him, shoulders still against the wall. Your hands press against his body, and you can feel the overwhelming stuffy heat of his skin. He's nearly naked with only his trousers, yet he still feels like he has the body heat of a man who's just run for miles and miles.

His other hand also wraps around your waist, and you feel his fingers pushing up against the bottom of your chest.

It's bit awkward for him to lean down closer to you with his size, but it's easier when he forces his knee between your legs, rising you to your tiptoes. The feeling sends jolts of sensation right up your spine, and your cunt throbs. It's a intentional, painful act to not grind yourself against his thigh like you were desperate, no matter how in reality it was true.

"You're so small," He jokes, shadowing you. "Do you think you could even help me remove and put on my armor with those little hands of yours?"

His lips ghost over yours, the bow of his lip brushing against yours as he teases you. You can't help the way your hips twitch forward slightly, ever so subtly grinding against him as he moves in to kiss you. During so, his hands slide down from your waist to your hips, and forces you to push down on his thigh harder, as well as raising his knee up against the wall just a bit more to force your weight even more on him. His leg is still barely bent however; He could easily take your feet all the way off the ground if he wanted.

His hands grip your hips tightly and force you to grind against his thigh, causing you to moan and whimper. Your hands grip his own body weakly, leaning forward into him and pressing your face into his collarbone. You can feel the heat and hardness of his cock against your leg, and your cunt keeps tensing around a disappointing emptiness at the thought.

You want it so unbelievably bad. You would do just about anything for it. You don't care who hears or who sees, you just want him inside of you and you'll be more than willing to beg and plead and cry for it.

His lips pull away from yours, lips swollen and well kissed. You feel your spit mixed with your own against them.

"Be my personal serf. It'll be a far better life than whatever a refugee's will be, where ever you and your fellow humans end up."

You can't deny what he says is true. But the lust-driven cloud fogging your mind is more than a significant contributor to the 'yes' that you utter to him. It makes his smirk wider, and his eyes darker.

"Would I, still stay in your quarters?" His hands still grip your hips tightly as you speak breathlessly, trying to whimper and grind yourself against him further.

"There's serf's quarters right next my own I can requisition just for you." His lips move from your mouth to your neck, pressing against the pulse point just below your right ear.

"But if you'd rather stay in my own, I won't complain."

[chibikitty-ira]

Prelude to Ascent - Issue 1

(P.S. This is to keep it posted on Tumblr, it was released a while ago. You can check with it on my other social media if you prefer it there!)