#oc: the triad

[wainwrightjakobshammerlock]

since bl4 is around the corner and will probably have guardian lore in it, here's some exploration for the Triad: my concept for a guardian vault hunter, who is also a "stance"-based character

[mxtixm3l]

MallYuudia Sleepwear drawing + doodle

💚💙🩶 mornings be like :

- Malleus waking up flawlessly

- Yuu being half-asleep and disorientated (due to the night visions they get from time to time)

- Idia dead asleep from staying up night playing video games

[deoxysacid]

im very glad that i have the ability to draw. how else could i explain my incomprehensible oc lore

[robo-milky]

So I couldn’t help myself and made a new Yuu… 💀💀 (Might tweak a few things)

This is my Zuka! Yuu. She mistook NRC’s dark carriage for a set piece when it came to her at the [REDACTED] Music School. Off duty, she is an upbeat girl, goofing off to get a smile from those around her. Once given a task, she’ll follow it through with her utmost dedication. Unable to prioritize, Yuuen is prone to burning herself out.

I wanted to make a more light-hearted Yuu, and because I’ve been struck with Takarazuka brainrot… I just think it’d be very silly if she and Epel had a playful rivalry where they try to “out-man” each other (Epel takes it too seriously tho-), she’d also 110% be a Vil stan. It would be fun to see how Yuuen adjusts to NRC, since she insists on following the strict rules from her previous school such as turning at a 90° for every corner in the halls or loudly greeting any senior student that comes by.

[williceunleashed]

Nach playing hairdresser with the Shadow Triad (Circa 8 years post BW2, colorized)

Shadow Triad has older brothers vibes to Nach. They are his big bros and he goes to them when he can't win a race in Mario Kart

I like to think that the Shadow Triad slowly heal post BW2. They are still victims, in the end, and I feel like they deserve to feel better and to have a normal life

Despite still sticking by Ghetsis in the story, Ghetsis himself is too broken to actually hurt them anymore (Thankfully). They start wearing more normal clothes and sometimes they spend time apart from each other. I like to think they have wildly different fashion preferences ! For now they still stick to baggy pants, but maybe that will change in the future, who knows

Also they have more individual haircuts (Very very loosely based on their Accelgor, Banette, Absol) and I made their color palette less grey-ish

I guess they also do get an individual name at this point. In this post I detail my personal headcanons about them, and how Melony (Nach's father) is the one who starts adressing them as A, B and C to properly differenciate them. At this point I guess they do get actual names which would be something like "Ai", "Bey" and "Cee" because they are now allowed to be silly

[pokemonblack3white3]

Have you ever considered making a Pokemon OCs? I Think you would love to do some Hisuian ones.

I do have pokemon OCs I just don't share them here! Lmao I don't think people would really care about them. But since you asked I'll slap a few down. Usually when I make OCs they're to fill in gaps in lore or to try and expand on it a bit. Ex:

You asked for Hisui, so here they are! I mentioned in my PLA headcanon post that I think the clans that care for nobles sometimes switch, and brought up Lady Sneasler and Lord Braviary as examples. Aimi (Diamond Clan) died of natural causes after a lifetime of caring for Lady Sneasler, and after the Diamond Clan tried to force Lady Sneasler to pick a new warden while she was still grieving, Lady Sneasler chose Ingo of the Pearl Clan out of spite.

Kenta (Pearl Clan)was a close friend of Gaeric's. They trained to become wardens together. Sabi had a vision of his death and tried to reach the Icelands to save him, but she was too late. Lord Braviary picked Sabi as her new warden shortly after.

Some more! These are some thoughts on some of the BB League's parents. Readale is one of Amarys's dads. Marigold is Alder's daughter and Crispin's mom. Last two are Drayton's parents while they were still together, Andrea being Drayden's daughter.

I don't always make OCs for world-building purposes, though. This is Keys, and I made him just because I thought it would be fun if one of the Shadow Triad had a kid.

[0erpro]

Promise I’m alive-

Hello! I’m back, where have I been? Working on these icon commissions :D

[felinisnoctis]

Petras Prime

Produced in collaboration with @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan and @sleepyfan-blog . Petras meets the chaos primaris trio. Much fun is had.

Warnings: Blood, combat, Petras being Petras

Tags @kit-williams  @sleepyfan-blog  @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @egrets-not-regrets @nightshade-victorian @legionsofthehungry

Chaos or not, Cedric needed to warn the newcomers of the danger they were in.  Fortunately, as an apothecary, it was easy enough for him to find a reason to visit.  Felix looked up at him as he entered.

“Hello there, apothecary I am not allowed to kidnap on pain of an angry death guard.  Are you here to check on your work?”

Cedric took a deep breath before delivering his message.  “There is a suspected Primaris Killer on Ancient Terra. He is a loyalist Black Templar Chaplain by the name of Petras. He is currently visiting this city with his warband. I don't know if the rest of his warband are potentially also murderous.  Also no, I have not told the firstborn marines. Why would they care?”

Felix thought this information over for a moment.  “Ah, so you brought it to someone with a mutual interest, instead. You're smart for a loyalist.”

Cedric narrows his eyes at the backhanded compliment.  “Your companions are injured. Petras is several hundred years old. I would advise caution.”

Felix smiled at him.  With his helmet off he looked pretty normal, other than the mark of Chaos Undivided neatly burned into his scalp.  “Duly noted, apothecary.”

Cedric nods, still tense “Those of us who have been on Ancient Terra have yet to confront him due to logistical issues.” Those primarily being his argument with Ramiel as to who should be bait. The young Justicar insisted it should be him, but Cedric strongly disagreed. Ramiel had been killed by the bastard once already, and he would rather not risk it. Ramiel had argued as he was Petras’s Apprentice- of which they have heard other Firstborn Black Templars talk about Petras talking about occasionally- that his reaction to Ramiel would not be able to be hidden.

“There are ways to conceal ourselves from his sight, should it be needed.”  Felix didn’t seem inclined to explain what those were.

“Among the Loyalist Primaris, we do not have the ability to do that. Not without possibly risking the life of the one who is bait. We've been arguing over who should be bait, as none of us wishes to risk the others.” Cedric answers earnestly. 

“Well, thank you for the warning, in any case, Apothecary Cedric.  Rest assured my companions and I will take due precautions around this individual.”  Felix looked almost shark-like in his response.

Cedric nods “Good. This is my vox-number, should you wish for my help, or would like to talk.” He offers the other a small piece of paper with his vox number on it. He has no love for Chaos of any kind, but Felix and his brothers are also Primaris… And if Petras is from when Cedric suspects he is… There is no way the bastard Chaplain wouldn't seek out Chaos Primaris to kill, rules and treaties be damned.

Felix took the vox number and nodded.  He voxed a quick message over <And this is mine if you wish to chat more.  I will ensure my brothers are suitably warned of the risks on Ancient Terra.>  Out loud he added “An extra bag or two of blood for our brother would help.  For the road.”

“Of course. I can get together a couple of extra blood bags,” Cedric says with a nod, sending a message to inventory. “Anything else?” Over text he wrote <I mean it. Getting kitted out on Ancient Terra can get complicated if you don't have a permanent base.>

A few minutes later Jophiel comes by with four bags of blood and a cheerful whistling tune, “Some of the bags of blood- still edible, but almost too old to be used for transfusion.”

He hands off the bags of blood to Cedric, glancing at Felix a little, his wings tucked against his back and only twitching a little as he sees the Chaos Marine- his scent, mutated by Chaos- but still Primaris, has his hearts plummeting to his stomach.

“Hello cousin,” Jophiel says, mahogany brown eyes flashing a little as he assesses the Primaris Marine, “Make sure to call us for trade- Ancient Terra is rather resource-starved without having allies in place. But- I’m a Loyalist- so who cares what I say, right? See you soon again. Dodge the hidden strike, Loud- but wily, age not yet dulled senses. Time’s flow ebbs in his hands.”

“.. What?” Cedric says to Jophiel confused. “Are you saying?”

“What?” Jophiel says in response, tilting his head a little.

“You just said some random nonsense at my patient Jophie,” Cedric says, pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh. He loves his witch-y brothers but they can be very odd at times.

“I said something to him?” Jophiel says confused, “oooh. My head.”

“Did you hit it recently?” Cedric says dragging the younger Primaris Marine to somewhere to sit.

“No!”Jophiel protested, “I think I blabbered a vision thing, but I don’t remember what I said.”

“It was… not very clear.” Cedric says.

“When are you going to be done with Felix?” Jophiel asks.

“How do you know his name?” Cedric asks.

“I ‘unno,” Jophiel says with a shrug, “he looks like a Felix to me.”

“Why did you ask when I was going to be done with my patient?” Cedric asks.

“Oh- Claude is uh…��� Jophiel looked at Felix and looked away, “Claude’s gotten hit by the Curse of the Bat again.”

“Ah,” Cedric swore in his head, “I’ll get to him in a minute or two.” The young apothecary swiftly finished his tasks before going off to tend to Claude.

The young Librarian had curled into a small, dark space, wedging himself tightly, and was mumbling quietly. The witch-fire is crackling in his eyes and he’s twitching a little bit some sparks twisting along his form a little bit.

All bad signs. Claude hadn't needed to hide while suffering from one of his visions in months, not after he'd been adopted by Anrir and was getting proper training in the witchy-ways of the Eighth by Karlslor. Claude startled at his approach, dark eyes unseeing the world around him.

“Easy, Claude. It's just me.” Cedric murmured soothingly as he waited for the other to respond.

“Ced… Cedric?” Claude called out, reaching towards him blindly.

“Yes, Claude, it's me, Cedric.” The young apothecary confirmed patiently. 

“Good. Here. Safe.” He sighed, stumbling over to Cedric and leaning into him.

Cedric wrapped his arms around Claude's more slender frame, supporting the swaying psyker. “Easy there. I'm going to bring you to Karlsor, alright? And he can help you sort through the vision, okay?”

“Sounds good to me.” Claude managed out weakly.

It did not take long for Cedric to find and carefully hand over Claude to his mentor on Ancient Terra, explaining the situation as best as he could.

He then returned to base, putting together several emergency kits. The young apothecary stashed them in secure hiding spots near areas of the city where Astartes liked to frequent. Cedric was unsure where the possible fight between The Bastard and the trio of Chaos Primaris was to take place, but hopefully, if they did get hurt, he would be able to respond in time.

Meanwhile, Felix had a whispered conversation with Batsy and Mic.  Batsy still needed to not stress his legs too much, but that shouldn’t be an issue with how he fought.  Mic was more injured, but he’d always been the best shot of the group anyway, especially with his augmetics.  And they’d need to make sure that Batsy was well topped off on blood so he could use his powers.

He also conveyed Jophiel’s strange words to Batsy.  The chaos psyker would almost certainly be the best to deal with his loyalist cousin’s vision. 

Petras had finished doing some Chaplain-specific duties at the local Imperial Fist and Salamander run Loyalist base near Gannet Point. He had informed his Crusade that he’d been gone for a few hours.

He had not quite been truthful about how long he’d be attending his Chaplain duties at the base, he also needed to get some more of the… Excessive Delights that the bastard of a Chaotic Slanneshi Emperor’s child made for him.

He had gotten his order of chocolates- and had ugh, been forced to talk to that damned annoying Apothecary Hura- who ran some tests on him- some blood tests and toxicology reports.

He was a bit short and irritable, but it made sense, damned Chaos Bastards thinking they were so high and mighty. Feh. He did their stupid little tests and did fill out the dumbfuck questionnaires that the Apothecary insisted that he fill out.

When he initially refused to do the questionnaires, Apothecary Hura smiled at him and told him that, until he got all of this busy work of medical stuff done, he won’t be able to get his Excessive chocolates until he does.

He begrudgingly filled it out. Some of the questions were behavioral in nature, others were utterly bizarre and quite frankly, almost insulting at the implications that he might be corrupting into being a Chaos marine. Which he isn’t. He’s a True Son of Dorn, a Loyalist. It’s just that one bruise isn’t healing as fast as he thinks it should, and it’s starting to darken in some parts, and take the shape of a plant, almost, a thorny, flowering plant. But that’s just ridiculous and he doesn’t write that down. As that is none of Hura’s business to know.

Petras pops one of the chocolates into his mouth and he sighs, the delicious bitter-sweet notes of the chocolate melt on his tongue as he tucks the rest of the bag of Excessive Delights into one of the tactical pouches on his armor he continues to walk on.

Sometime later, Petras spotted something in the distance - likely another abomination, from the way the bulky marine moved.  Alone, this time.  As he got closer he could see the chaos markings on the marine’s armor.  So one of the primaris had finally shown their true colors.  He prepared the attack, getting as close as he could to the apparently unaware abomination before charging in to attack.

Meanwhile, Batsy and Mic hid in the shadows, Batsy’s psychic powers keeping them hidden.  Of course it only worked so long as they held perfectly still and didn’t make a sound.  Which was very hard as the effort made his fangs ache with blood thirst.

“DISGUSTING ABOMINATION IN THE NAME OF THE GOD EMPEROR I SHALL CLEANSE YOU FROM HOLY TERRA!” Petras bellows at the Chaos Abomination, vindication fills him, seeing this one reveal his true, disgusting, putrid colors.

Felix drew the chainsword at his hip as Petras started yelling.  “Yes yes I'm an abomination, thank you for the compliment.”  Chainsword gears revved as he pulled a bolt pistol as well, leveling it at Petra's chest.

Petras flicks his wrist, using his off hand to activate his tempormortis. The bubble encapsulates all three of his foes- not that he knows about the other two yet. It makes their movements incredibly slow so he’s easily able to dodge both his sword and bolt pistol as he smirks at the Chaos Abomination.

From the shadows, behind Batsy’s psychic veil, Mic lined up a shot, various implants and secondary cogitators rapidly tracking and analyzing Petras’s movements.  He aims at the weak spot in the armor underneath Petras’s sword arm and fires a single bolt-carbine shell, hoping to catch the chaplain off guard and even the odds.  Just as his shot is about to strike, Batsy takes off into the air, shadows dropping away to the sound of opening wings.

Petras grunts at the pain and the feeling of a bullet piercing through his armor and he staggers and snarls, lashing out with his weapon and looking around, “What foul treachery is this?!”

Petras hooks his tempermortis to his belt and switches his sword to his other hand and vox calls his Crusade, “Foul Chaos Traitors are attacking me! Backup requested- I’m sending you my coordinates-!”

He fights Felix and dodges Batsy’s first couple of swooping attacks. It helps that Batsy gets hit by the effects of the Tempermortis. Petras is counting down the seconds until the time dilation field turns off.

Felix taunts him in response, although his words are slowed by the field.  “Vox is jammed, they can’t hear you.  You’ll have to deal with us abominations all by yourself.”  His chainsword slashed the air again, not so much trying to wound as attempting to fend Petras off.  He still suffers a nasty wound across his belly as Petras’s power claw bites through his armor.

“You damned heretical chaos witches!” He spits back enraged.

Petras focuses his attention on Felix and the bat-abomination and manages to use his electrified power claw to pierce through one of Batsy’s wings and grabs it and with a brutal flick of his wrist breaks one of his wings at the joint before trying to cut off his head. Batsy in turn ducks under the wrist as he lands, bringing a massive force axe up towards Petras’s body even as pain shoots through his injured leg.  The psy-weapon rings off his armor as Felix aims another series of bolt shells towards the back of Petras’s legs, hoping to take advantage of his inability to face both sides at once.

He swears and dodges, while his eyes scan both of his opponents as he also tries to seek out where the Sniper is as well. He avoids the disgusting pox-ridden Nurglite and the other chaos abomination, whose allegiance is less certain.

“Foul Abominations, Kneel and repent, and die for your sins,” Petras barks out, “And the God Emperor, will then Forgive you.”

“But Apothecary Hura says I’m not supposed to use my leg for a while!” Batsy whined back, favoring his leg and compensating for it with his uninjured wing.  More bolt shells sang by Petras’s head as Mic fired from his spot behind a large rock nearby.  Batsy swung his axe again and again, hoping to beat Petras back with the sheer force, while Felix sought a weak spot in his armor to plunge his chainsword into.

One of Petras’s eyes twitches, “Of course you abominations know that fucking pain in the ass blighted, grotesque Apothecary. Ugh. Fucking Chaos!”  Right as he was distracted he felt something smack into his hip and stick there.

He tries to pull it off and toss it at one of the Chaos Abominations, “Fuck off, and damnation to you all!”  It sticks to his fingers, costing him a precious few milliseconds.  Which was all the time the shaped charge needed to go off. “Damn you to the Eternal hellfire of the God Emperor!”

The explosion staggers Petras enough that he collapses. Between his armor and his own superhuman healing factor, he should recover.  Except the blows didn’t stop, smashing into his limbs to shatter them one by one, then shatter them again before moving into his chest.  Carefully avoiding any blow that would be immediately fatal.

“May you suffer a thousand times over!” Petras snarls, as he tries to fight- continue to attack them, but his limbs betray him, his flesh which sings of pain, refuses to move. His eyes glare at them with Fire of the God Emperor as he continues to spit insults at him until he passes out.

It’s a bitter mockery of the times when he’s beaten Primaris, until they have fallen, and then continued to keep striking them while they were down. No Mercy, No Fear, no quarter given. If he survives this… He will make sure they pay for this.

[rocketdust]

Team plasma + Unova protags + my shitty silly oc + free bases custom sprites cuz I got the plastism

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

Bel, Vanilla, and Tippy get their own beach episode! 🩵💙💜✨ The cute boys are having some fun in the sun 😎✨

(from left to right: Bel: he/him and xe/xem- Vanilla: he/they- Tippy: he/him and fae/faer)

[wainwrightjakobshammerlock]

my hunt vaulter team, updated designs.

"b-but vh teams have a maximum of si-" the watcher said we're gonna need as many as we can get. dont complain

also this took me ages so i rlly hope yall like it

[mxtixm3l]

Mallyuudia Kisses + extra

[deoxysacid]

deeply unsure what im doing with my life. lucius doodles

[phatkochi]

Anyways, my triad OCs

Bonus no feather boa version cause I like the silhouettes

Decided that they'll be in their own little universe instead of being Chinatown Wars fan characters fjdjckskc

[williceunleashed]

Does anyone call Nach "The Weed Child"?

Yes Nach gets called The Weed Kid by most of his close family 😔

Melony calls him his Weed Kid because of course he would. Ghetsis just calls him Nach. Ghetsis isn't really into giving cute or fun nicknames to his kids. The Shadow Triad calls him Weed Kid too (Big Brothers Triad)

Nach also has a sprigatito onesie. Because he is a weed child, so he gets a weed cat onesie

[pokemonblack3white3]

I want to know more about Keys (who's the other parent 👀👀)

HIIIII THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING ABOUT HIM (I promise I know how to use colored pencils i was just getting his design down rq)

So Keys mostly exists within the context of the pokemon black3white3 scenario that lives in my mind. He has no biological relation to the shadow triad. He's a kid from a bad living situation that one of them rescued into another bad living situation.

Still, Keys' has the same freakish devotion to the Shadow Triad that they have to Ghetsisas a result of this. I live for making the Harmonia family bullshit infinitely more messy than it already is in canon.

There is an idea where another one of the Shadow Triad does have a set of biological triplets but I'm not fully committed to that idea yet. I don't know who their other parent would be though rip.