#ocra drawing

[germplush]

art commission for @/orca.plushie on instagram. our first in a while. Shane made 2 vers it was a sketch. - Shane

wanna commission us?? commission post here

[mantarobin]

every rr episode I just tap my foot and go "can I make this about seer"

Look at my son how could you hate him

[dibbledoodle]

OCRA MAN OCRA MAN DOSE WAT EVER AN ORCA MAN DOES 🌊🌊🐳

His name is like Kirya belongs to @simpingseafood

I like this guy give this guy a cookie

And more doodles cuz they are so much fun to draw and max

And roach dibs

[breezespirit]

Warning!!! For abuse, attempted murder, drowning, blood, wounds, and scars.

- Goes by the pronouns they/them

- They are a loner but were once a jewelry maker of Gardenclan. Gardenclan is filled with cats who have bug like traits, such as wings or antenna.

- They have a snail shell and little antenna. They are also a munchkin cat!

- They often make wedding bands for new mates or cats wanting to propose. They still work for Gardenclan as well as Vernalclan and Tidalclan

- They got their prefix from their snail like traits.

- They got their suffix from their markings.

- Their father, named Centipedeclaw, is the deputy of the clan and their mother, named Ladybugswirl, is a loner. They aren't together anymore and did not leave each other on good terms. In fact, Centipede had Ladybug exiled after she wanted to break things off. Snail lives with their mother.

- They were born with two sisters who died young. Their names were Junekit and Milipedekit.

- Centipedeclaw tried to kill them by knocking them into the ocean. Luckily, a she-cat was there to save them. Snail went back to the clans camp and told the clan what their father did. The leader of the clan, a cat named Atlasnectar, exiled Centipedeclaw. Ladybugswirl was allowed back in the clan but chose to stay as a loner and this when Snail decided to leave.

- They have a girlfriend who lives in Tidalclan. Her name is Orcasplash. She is the cat who saved them.

- They absolutely love to make jewelry for others and will make you a charm bracelet after knowing you enough to know the right charms for you.

- They are particularly deaf and have been from birth. They can read lips, which they use for understanding cats around them.

- They speak in signs which is kinda weird to the clans because they don't really know what they are saying but their friends and family think it's adorable. They mostly uses signs to express themselves but they can speak when they get overly emotional. It hurts them a lot to do so though.

- They normal wear rose petals in their fur. They will have yellow rose petals in their fur most times because they are their favorite.

- Their charms on their bracelet mean a few things to them. A moth for the symbol of their clan. An orca for Orcasplash. A mushroom for their favorite food. A snail because they really like bugs and snails are cute.

Ahhhhh!!! They are done! I loved drawing them again. I missed them. Dearly. My sweet little snail. Their family is a mess but I liked writing the lore for them. I really hope you all like them as much as I do! I hope you have a great day! I'll get into the bugs now soooooo.

Snailmottle is obviously a snail. I made them a common garden snail.

Ladybugswirl is a Ladybug. Not too complicated.

Centipedeclaw is a centipede. I had to do research for the antenna, and I gagged. Centipedes and millipedes are the only bugs I don't like.

Junekit is based off of a ten lined June bug.

Milipedekit is a milipede. She looks a lot like her father.

Atlasnectar is an Atlas moth. Nectar is the leader suffix.

Orcasplash is based on an ocra, my favorite animal!

[anasui-at-disneyland]

Concepto Tymador/ Roublard Concept:

En el lore tanto de Dofus como en Wakfu se nos habla sobre el como tanto Tymadores como Sram veneran a un mismo dios, solo que tienen versiones distintas sobre la naturaleza de este, por lo que en base a eso quise hacer un concepto de Tymador haciendolo el completo opuesto de los asesinos silenciosos que son los Srams.

Los Tymadores resaltan principalmente por su astucia permitiéndoles salir de situaciones en las cuales están aparentemente acorralados, y por sus bombas, por lo que a diferencia de su prima Sram que golpea y sale de ahí sin que nadie sepa a donde fueron a parar, ella llama la atención lo mas posible, para que su rival caiga exactamente donde quiere y poder ejecutar su plan.

Ella cuenta principalmente con 3 armas:

Una pistola la cual tiene dos modalidades de disparo, pudiendo ser cargada con una bomba para dispararla a mayor velocidad y distancia (juego menos táctico) o usar la pólvora de las bombas para dotar de daño elemental a un disparo.

Bombas elementales las cuales se van cargando con el tiempo para causar mas daños y aumentar el radio de su explosión.

Una arma multiusos la cual base en una navaja suiza, teniendo distintas modalidades con partes intercambiables que le permite funcionar como cualquier clase de arma.

(Esta ultima tiene como función representar las habilidades del Tymador a manera de "adepto de todo y maestro de nada" en el combate con armas convencionales, si bien no esta tan buena en el uso de una espada como una Yopuka o con el arco como una Ocra, pero si le das una de estas, ciertamente sabrá que hacer con ellas).

En cuanto a su vestimenta quise que resaltara, que fuese fácil de verla y los enemigos no puedan perderla de vista por lo ya mencionado sobre posicionarlos donde ella los necesita, principalmente su cabello, que además de ser de un color rojo bastante llamativo, esta tinturado con mechones rosa brillantes para hacer la forma de una cara riéndose, sus lentes los cuales no cumplen ninguna función, pero se le ven bien y finalmente posiblemente una de las cosas mas importantes de su arsenal, la capa:

Inspirado un poco en Batman que siempre parece tener la herramienta indicada para cualquier situación, quise que tuviese acceso a muchas mas herramientas en pelea, pero sin recaer en un baticinturon para herramientas mas grandes, por lo que adecuo un Merkasako usando su tela y magia para crear su capa, la cual conecta con una clase de bodega donde tiene mas armas desde mas bombas hasta enormes como cañones, y un pequeño escuadrón de tymobots los cuales funcionan como sus pequeños ayudantes para coordinar un ataque.

(Por ejemplo haciendo énfasis en los cañones, encuentro gracioso que ella abra la cremallera de su capa y lo primero que ve su enemigo que esta cuerpo a cuerpo contra ella es un cañón cargado apuntándole y listo para disparar, eso no se lo esperaría).

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Lorewise, both in Dofus and Wakfu, Roublards and Srams worship the same God, but they have different versions of it´s nature, so I based my Roublard concept making her the complete opposite of the Srams, quiet assasins.

Roublards main highlight is their ruse, letting them get out of situations where they´re seemingly cornered, and their bombs, so opposite to her Sram cousin which strikes and gets out without a trace, she draws as much attention as possible, so her enemy lands exactly where she wants and put her plan into fruition.

She has mainly 3 weapons:

A gun which has 2 fire modes, which can be loaded with a bomb to throw it with even more speed and distance (less tactical game) or use it´s powder to give elemental damage to the blasts.

Elemental bombs which build up over time to deal even more damages and increase their explosion radius.

A multipurpouse weapon based on a swiss knife, which has multiple uses and parts so it can work as any weapon type.

(The last one´s point is to showcase the Roublard´s skils in the sense of a "jack of all trades" on a fight with common weapons, yeah, she´s not as good using a sword like a Iop or with a bow like a Cra, but if you give her one of these, she´ll know what to do with them).

As for her looks, I wanted her to stick out, make her easy to spot so her enemies can trace her so she can place them right where she needs them to be, mainly her hair which is a vibrant red with some bright pink streaks to make a laughing face, her shades, which serves no real function, but they look cool, and last and probably the most important part of her arsenal, the cape:

Inspired a bit by Batman who seems to have a tool for almost any situation, I wanted to let her have access to a lot of tools during a fight, without falling on a batbelt for bigger weapons, so she repurpoused a Haven Bag using it´s fabric and magic to craft it, which connects to a sort of warehouse where she keeps all kinds of weapons, like more bombs or even bigger ones like cannons and a small squad of Boombots which work as minions to coordinate her attacks.

(As an example emphasising on the cannons, I find it funny if she unzips her cape, and the first thing her enemy wich is at melee range is a loaded cannon aiming at them and ready to blast them, they wont see that one coming).

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Su diseño esta basado tanto en mis Tymadoras Happy-Trigger (Dofus) y Sparkling-Fireworks (Wakfu), teniendo un diseño "bombastico" para una ladrona.

Her design is based both on my Roublards Happy-Trigger (Dofus) and Sparkling-Fireworks (Wakfu), with a "bombastic" design for a thief.

Dofus:

Wakfu:

[erigold13261]

Wooh! Finally finished this! This is supposed to be the album cover after Bunk Bed Junction defeats Amarus Amares. 

[mpuzzlegirl]

Back at it again with my old Ocean Alchemy au bc I can.

it was meant to be a sketch study...and then it turned into this.

Original flat color:

[yzomiris]

A doodle practice!

Izzy (cra) and Ezares (Shushu)belong to @artstarmi

Ri belong to me

[multiversopersonale]

@zkahena female drawings

“Non si appartiene a ciò che si ha ma a ciò di cui si sente la mancanza.” (Efraim Medina Reyes)

[jennifer-crex]

Commissions for kamas in wakfu, one ocra, sadida and one feca .

Comisiones por kamas en wakfu,una ocra, sadida y una feca

[shalablala999]

Logo for “The Survivor Team”

Designed by Hoel.Cloud

[s0nia246]

So I finally got around to drawing Coral's group.

Also I'm changing their group to be a underground music circle that's often mistaken as a gang.

Akihito/ Ocra. Danube

Guiying/Koi Yin & Yang

Aoi/Horse 3-D

Aiko/Star Bittersweet

[sciatu]

ARCHITETTURA MODERNA IN SICILIA

Viviamo sempre in molte case, anche se ne abbiamo una sola. La casa dei ricordi, quella degli amori lontani o vicini, quella dei nostri pensieri, dei nostri desideri o sogni e delle nostre paure. Ad ognuna diamo una forma, un colore, un profumo diverso perché racchiude una nostra diversa emozione. Tutte le mie case però, anche se perfette nelle dimensioni e nelle linee che le disegnano hanno comunque una cosa in comune, sono immerse nella natura dell’isola che le circonda e dona loro quel legame con la mia terra che spesso dimentico o ignoro. Così ogni mia casa ha bisogno di affacciarsi su un albero o su un mare, ogni casa vive in quel verde che a primavera è color smeraldo e d’estate è solo un color ocra acceso dal sole e ciarliero di mosche, cicale e grilli. Ed io mi accorgo che la vera casa è fuori dalla perfezione con cui sono allineati cemento e mattoni, la vera casa è il grembo verde in cui essi si trovano, il cui gli occhi si riposano e l’anima si rasserena. E’ questa la casa in cui veramente vive il mio cuore e che non lascia mai, in ogni minuto del giorno e in ogni attimo dell’esistenza, non la lascia mai.

We always live in many houses, even if we only have one. The house of memories, that of distant or near loves, that of our thoughts, our desires or dreams and our fears. We give each one a different shape, color, perfume because it contains our different emotion. All my houses, however, although perfect in the dimensions and lines that draw them, still have one thing in common, are immersed in the nature of the island that surrounds them and gives them that link with my land that I often forget or ignore. So every house of mine needs to look out onto a tree or a sea, every house lives in that green which in the spring is emerald and in the summer it is only an ocher color lit by the sun and chattering about flies, cicadas and crickets. And I realize that the real house is out of the perfection with which cement and bricks are aligned, the real house is the green womb in which they are located, whose eyes rest and the soul cheers up. This is the house in which my heart truly lives and which never leaves, in every minute of the day and in every moment of existence, never leaves it.

[manueltorresart]

E- Evangelyne from Wakfu. I'm not familiar with the property and I think it has some cool designs. This was, perhaps, my only chance to draw something from Wakfu. #abcfanart #abcfanartchallenge #evangelyne #wakfu #evangelynewakfu #archer #bow #arrow #ocra #videogame #animation #ankama #fanart #art #artistoninstagram #digitalart #wacom #clipstudiopaint #fandogamia #manueltorres https://www.instagram.com/p/B_Zq6tiqnPC/?igshid=1gpyagmxaghau

[nomstellations]

Request: An angel and demon of gluttony is best friends (maybe more), and the demon if trying to learn to control their hunger, and the angel helps out. There's still a few slips every now and than, and it useally involves said angel.

Throughout history, people have been known to undertake nearly impossible tasks and come out on top. People tend to chalk the outcome up to a miracle, or perhaps divine intervention rather than their own skill….however, Cerise wished they could have more divine help than what they already had. Trying to get a demon of gluttony to stop being so gluttonous…well, let’s just say they’d rather be herding cats right now. Four eyes cast an irritated glare at the chubby demon sitting before them, who shifts awkwardly under their gaze.

“U-uh, I’m real sorry I almost chomped on your robes…and the tablecloth…and the cake you baked for our neighbors….” A bit of the frosting on his belly getting licked away by the large maw on it says that the latter was more than an almost. “Ocras, how are we supposed to be working on your habits if you can’t restrain yourself?” The demon frowns, giving his belly maw a light smack which only causes it to smugly smirk. “It has a mind of its own, I try my hardest to control it…”

Cerise sighs again, holding their head in their hands. The pair was making a life for themselves on the surface, having shunned their past lives and choosing to coexist with humans. They adjusted well enough, but Ocras…learned the hard way that humans don’t appreciate being devoured. He was trying his best to control his insatiable hunger, but it’s hard to make strides when you have a giant, hungry mouth on your stomach. They can no longer recall how many times they’ve needed to buy him new shirts, demon slobber is not easy to get out of clothes.

“Uh, if it helps…I haven’t been doing anything bad when it comes to my actual mouth! I’ve been controlling my cravings well!” He smiles, showing off his pearly fangs. The seraph smiled a bit to themselves, his earnest nature was quite endearing and was one of their favorite things about him. It’s why they dedicated themselves to helping him adjust! That and his smile was really cute, as strange as it was to hear from an angel like them, but…he doesn’t need to know that! “That’s good, but the problem here is you letting your belly maw call the shots. It’s a part of you, and you should be able to keep it under control! If you say it’s got a mind of its own, you need to show it some discipline!” As they prattle on, they approach him and give his stomach a somewhat rough poke, which was the wrong move.

As soon as their hand got close enough, his belly mouth opened up and clamped down on it! Cerise’s feathers fluff up in shock, they’ve made a big mistake and they know that. “H-hey, Ocras! Make it let go!” They’re trying to pull their hand free, but it seems very insistent in pulling their hand and now their arm in deeper. The glutton demon seemed a bit flustered and panicky, giving his stomach a few weak and ineffective smacks. “P-please let go of my friend! E-even though they taste really g-good…” Oh lord, he was getting lost in their flavor…which means they weren’t getting any help. Their arm  has been pulled in up to the shoulder at this point, and judging from the feeling of a few gentle gulps his maw had no intention of stopping there. “O-ocras! Control yourself!” The trapped angel uses their other arm to try and push against it to pull their arm free, but his mouth simply opens up and clamps down on it, rendering both arms trapped. They flap their wings about, still trying to pull away as another gulp draws their face right up to his maw. “S-sorry Cerise…you taste heavenly…” Now wasn’t the time for angel jokes, but Ocras’ quip gave him just enough time to reach down and start gently pushing them into his mouth. It happily accepts their whole head, now happily sampling them with their tongue. Ocras lets out a shaky and pleased hum at their almost overwhelming sweet taste, and a loud and deep gulp tells the poor angel that their fate is sealed. Gulp. There goes their chest. Glrp. And there goes their first set of wings! Gllp… Every deep gulp pushed them farther inside, and soon all of Cerise was trapped inside his somewhat cake filled stomach and was filling it with a gentle glow. A satisfied sigh rings out from above, and judging from the careful movements Ocras was sitting down. “I-I’m sorry about all this…I’ll let you out a bit later, okay? I want to enjoy being full…” The angel gives his stomach a disgruntled shove to show him how displeased they were with their situation, but they stop once he eased his hands into his stomach and started to rub at them.

This wasn’t all that bad, honestly… but he was definitely getting scolded when they were freed.

[benzoqueer]

Sometimes I make art