#ska's ocs

[qualiaphosphorus]

Alright I realize i havent uploaded stuff in like, YEARS possibly ?

So let's start things again with some Kamen Rider Geats fanart.

Here's my original OC characters, Kamen Rider Nubia, Brava and Ishmael. I havent much more else to say. Nubia serves as the protagonist, Brava fights to bring peace between Jyamato and Humans, and Ishmael is the scheming bastard of the three.

You can always send an ask if you're wondering about stuff.

[zivazivc]

What was Ish and Lena's relationship?

I made so much for this ask, don't look at me 🫣

The two trolls had a short summer romance at a "no boarders" music festival called Fusion Fest. Back then it was a pretty new and small thing, and the point of the festival is for trolls from all genres to come together and enjoy each other's music and company; celebrating togetherness and acceptance.

(Yes, I made a logo. 😅 This festival is a major annual event for the mixed trolls in my AU.)

Ish and his friend group went to check it out because they're already a colorful ensemble of different genres, and they were curious to see what it was about.

Lena and her friends somehow caught wind of the festival in their backwater village where nothing new or exciting ever happens, and they decided to go to rebel against their closed-minded, racist parents and community, but mostly because they were bored teenagers who'd never seen any trolls other than Rock Trolls before. Despite them wanting to experience something new, their reason for going was very much NOT the point of the festival; They were treating it more like a freakshow to stare at, and them rebelling against their parents was more just to anger them and not because they were any better...

In my mind Lena is very attractive (in a trashy, grunge kind of way), and a 16-year-old Ish immediately got a crush on her from across the room.

He put his Funk moves on her and left her completely flustered from how forward he was. I imagine he was really charming and smooth, but also I can't stop cringing and comparing it to bird mating dances lmao.

(The song Ish is singing to Lena. It makes it feel extra perfect because I just happened to learn the singer was also a 16-year-old when recording it!)

Lena didn't fall for him as hard as he fell for her at first, but she's one of those girls who will go for any bad boy that looks intimidating, and she thought funk trolls were scary and intimidating, because she was subconsciously racist herself too. 🧍 She did really start to like him after they hooked up though, and started liking him for him (so at least she was learning...)

But then they were faced with an unexpected surprise one morning after waking up from a night of concerts and partying (and mixing of substances that shouldn't be mixed)...

Ish panicked hard, he even tried getting rid of the egg, claiming it had to be a dud given the circumstances, but Lena stopped him saying she felt it move. Thank god, because Leslie hatched only minutes later.

Ish was so freaked out that he abruptly left and headed back to Funk Kingdom in the same day, and just abandoned Lena with the baby.

Lena was also very scared but she immediately warmed up to little Leslie and had no intention of dropping him off at an orphanage or doing something similar, despite her friends' encouragement to do just that, claiming her parents were going to kick her out if she showed up back home with a mixed baby.

I'm thinking Ish did try to reach out to Lena by sending her a letter a few weeks later (he got her address before the egg thing happened), but the letter never reached her because she really was disowned and kicked out of her parents' house when she came home and refused to give her baby up...

So Lena never heard from Ish again, and the next time Ish heard about Lena was about 9 years later when Leslie turned up looking for him with his baby brother, and he learned that she was gone...

(Ish having a weird day where he went out after Kymani poorly relayed a confusing phone call from the police station, and later came back home as the sole caretaker of two neglected kids.)

[robdogdraws]

ami but more hippie 🐕 🎷

[panspy-draws]

this has made me unwell. anyways i looked for some spiderman poses to draw my spider guy and found these so voilà (none of the poses are mine, just made slight mods to a couple). this is ska-spider the bane of my existence, for some reason i can draw this guy but cant design myself an actual spidersona 🤔

[estellan0vella]

Love In Print│Bang Chan

Chapter Twenty Five: A Force Of Nature SS: 3 (ignore time stamps and dates) Word Count: 1.8K Content Warnings: none?

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Ayame stands outside the meeting room, gripping her laptop like it's a shield against her nerves. Her black blouse is meticulously pressed, tucked into high-waisted red cigarette trousers that scream power, while her black stilettos make sharp, decisive clicks against the floor whenever she shifts her weight.

Her hair is styled to perfection, a balance of professional and effortless waves cascading over her shoulders. Outwardly, she looks composed and confident; inside, she's a swirling mess of anxiety.

Minho stands directly in front of her, his hands gripping her shoulders with an intensity that borders on comedic. His tone is low but firm, the perfect blend of pep talk and threat. "You're going to walk in there, and you're going to fucking kill it, Ayame. Got it? You're smarter, sharper, and hotter than anyone in that room."

"Definitely hotter," Jisung chimes in, standing next to Minho and nodding so enthusiastically his head looks like it might fall off. "Like, dangerously hot. I'd hire you just to stare at you. Not that they should do that, because that's wildly inappropriate, but you get what I mean."

Ayame lets out a soft laugh despite herself. "Thanks, oppa."

Hyunjin, leaning dramatically against the wall like he's posing for a Gucci campaign, sighs with a hand over his chest. "I still say we should've gotten matching shirts. Imagine it: bold, white letters. Team Ayame. Chic, supportive, iconic."

Seungmin doesn't even look up from his phone. "Because that's exactly what she needs. A group of idiots parading into the office like we're at a fucking pep rally. Genius idea, Hyunjin."

Hyunjin rolls his eyes so hard Ayame's half-convinced they're about to fall out of his head. "It's called morale-boosting, Seungmin. Look it up sometime."

"You're boosting my headache, not her morale," Seungmin deadpans, sliding his phone into his pocket. "Ayame, can you just go in there, prove you're better than everyone, and win this already? I have dinner reservations, and I hate being late."

Ayame chuckles, the chaotic banter easing some of the tension in her chest. "You're all fucking ridiculous."

Minho ignores them both, squeezing her shoulders slightly tighter, his voice lowering like he's about to deliver a war speech. "Listen to me, Maknae. You've worked for this. You deserve this. You've got the brains, the looks, and the balls. That room is yours. You fucking own it. Got it?"

Ayame exhales sharply and nods, determination flickering in her eyes. "Got it, oppa."

Minho winks. "That's my girl."

Jisung gasps dramatically. "Oh my god, are we doing the 'break a leg' thing? Do I get to say it? Please let me say it."

Hyunjin cuts in before anyone can answer, his tone bored but amused. "No, you don't get to say it. You'll jinx her."

"Fine," Jisung mutters, pouting. "Then I'll just say... uh... don't trip in your heels?"

Ayame snorts, the laughter bubbling out of her before she can stop it. She straightens her blouse, adjusting her stance as her friends look on, a chaotic and oddly comforting collection of support. "You guys are a mess."

"And you love us," Minho says confidently, stepping back to give her space. "Now go. Make them eat their fucking words."

With one last steadying breath, Ayame squares her shoulders, lifts her chin, and strides into the meeting room, her heels echoing with the kind of confidence she's willing herself to feel. Behind her, she hears Hyunjin murmur, "She's so fucking badass."

Seungmin snorts. "She's badass because she doesn't listen to you."

Minho claps once, grinning. "Either way, she's about to make history. Let's celebrate later. Drinks on me."

Jisung grins. "You're paying? Best day ever."

Ayame sets her laptop on the sleek meeting room table, her fingers steady as she connects it to the large TV mounted on the wall. She adjusts the cables, her mind laser-focused, though her pulse is racing beneath her composed exterior. Her red cigarette trousers catch the eye of one of the board members, Mr. Yoon, who raises an impressed eyebrow at her sharp, polished look.

She turns to face the three board members, Mr. Yoon, Mr. Park, and Ms. Seo, and offers a confident, professional smile. "Thank you for taking the time to meet with me today. I know your schedules are packed, so I'll get straight to the point."

Ayame clicks the remote, and the TV screen comes to life, displaying the opening lines of Lee Aera's latest novel. The words are styled in a clean, dynamic font, paired with a striking visual of a digital book interface. Ms. Seo leans forward slightly, her interest clear.

"What you're about to see is more than just a book," Ayame begins, her voice steady and clear. "It's the foundation for a new kind of reader experience. Imagine a platform where the lines between author and audience blur. Where stories evolve in real time, shaped by the people who consume them."

Ms. Seo tilts her head, intrigued. Mr. Park folds his arms, his expression skeptical but curious. "And how exactly does that work?" he asks, his tone a little clipped.

Ayame clicks to the next slide, revealing a sleek flowchart of the user experience. She steps closer to the screen, gesturing with the remote. "Here's the vision. Readers purchase serialized chapters digitally, think of it as the Netflix model, but for books. After each chapter, they're invited to join an online community where they can discuss what they've read with other readers. But here's the kicker, the author joins in, too."

Mr. Yoon leans back in his chair, his eyebrows arching in surprise. "The author? Participating with the readers?"

Ayame nods, her smile widening. "Exactly. The writer takes real-time feedback and incorporates it into the next chapter. It's serialized storytelling, reimagined for the modern digital landscape. Think Charles Dickens but with Wi-Fi."

A small smile tugs at Ms. Seo's lips. "That's... ambitious," she says, her tone tinged with approval. "And risky."

Ayame doesn't miss a beat. "Risky? Sure. But isn't innovation always risky? Readers are craving more immersive, personalized experiences. This isn't just another publishing gimmick, it's the future."

Mr. Park leans forward, his fingers steepled. "And the budget? These kinds of platforms aren't cheap to build or maintain."

Ayame clicks to another slide, which displays a detailed cost breakdown. "If you turn to section two of the document in front of you," she says, gesturing to the neatly bound proposals on the table, "you'll see a comprehensive budget. We've accounted for everything. Development, marketing, community management, and server costs. Most importantly, the platform is built for scalability. As user demand grows, so does our capacity."

Mr. Yoon scans the document in front of him, nodding slowly. "The numbers seem solid."

"And the projected returns?" Ms. Seo asks, her pen poised above her notepad.

Ayame clicks to another slide, which displays a graph illustrating projected growth over five years. "With the current growth of the audiobook and e-book markets, this platform positions us perfectly to capitalize on those trends. By year three, we're looking at a 200% ROI. By year five, it doubles again."

The room falls quiet as the board members digest her words. Ayame doesn't falter, standing tall and meeting each of their gazes with unwavering confidence. She clicks to her final slide, which displays the words Reader Evolution Starts Here over an image of an open book.

"In conclusion," Ayame says, her voice ringing with conviction, "this platform isn't just a new way to consume stories. It's a revolution. It bridges the gap between creator and consumer in a way that no other medium can. With your approval, we can turn this vision into a reality."

She bows deeply, her hair brushing her shoulders. "Thank you for your time and consideration."

The room stays silent for a beat, then the board members exchange brief, unreadable glances. Ms. Seo is the first to nod, followed by Mr. Yoon and Mr. Park.

"Thank you, Ms. Lim," Ms. Seo says with a small smile. "We'll be in touch soon."

Ayame gathers her laptop, keeping her composure as she packs up. Her heels click against the polished floor as she walks out of the room, her head held high. Once the door closes behind her, she exhales sharply, the adrenaline flooding her system finally subsiding.

Ayame walks into Nari's office, the adrenaline still humming under her skin from the presentation. Nari, perched casually on the edge of her desk, looks up from her phone and smiles warmly, a tissue-paper-wrapped package sitting next to her. The cosy office smells faintly of jasmine tea, Nari's signature.

"Well?" Nari asks, her voice carrying a perfect blend of calm and curiosity. "How'd it go?"

Ayame collapses into the chair opposite her, crossing her legs and letting out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. "They grilled me on the numbers like I was trying to justify world hunger, but I nailed it."

Nari beams, sliding the package across the desk toward Ayame. "I knew you would. Here, I got you something."

Ayame raises a brow as she picks it up, the tissue paper crinkling under her fingers. "You got me something? Is it tequila? Because I could use tequila."

"Better," Nari says with a smirk. "Open it."

Ayame tears into the wrapping and freezes, staring at the worn but pristine original copy of Pride and Prejudice. Her eyes widen, and her mouth falls open slightly. "Holy shit, Nari. This is- This is insane. Where the hell did you find this?"

Nari shrugs, clearly pleased with herself. "A little bookstore on the corner of Insanity and Fuck Your Budget. I thought it might inspire you."

Ayame laughs, running her fingers reverently over the embossed title on the cover. "Inspire me? Nari, you just handed me the Holy Grail of feminist sass. I'm about to be unstoppable."

"You were unstoppable before," Nari points out, crossing her arms. "Darcy's just a little nudge."

Ayame snorts, still staring at the book like it might evaporate if she blinks. "You know, I've always thought Darcy was overhyped. Inscrutable, misunderstood... too much brooding. The reality? Half the time, a guy's just an asshole."

Nari laughs, a genuine, hearty sound that fills the room. "God, isn't that the fucking truth? Jane Austen might've been brilliant, but let's be real, she set us up for disappointment."

"Exactly!" Ayame says, setting the book down carefully, like it's made of glass. "Darcy would've ghosted Elizabeth Bennet the second she disagreed with him about where to eat dinner."

The door creaks open suddenly, and Minho pokes his head in. His eyes are wide, his expression a mix of urgency and uncontained excitement. "They've made their decision."

Ayame's stomach flips, and her heart jumps into her throat. She stands abruptly, clutching the book to her chest like it might shield her from whatever's coming. "Already? Fuck, that was fast."

Nari places a steadying hand on Ayame's shoulder, her own voice calm but firm. "You've got this. Whatever they decide, you've already proved yourself."

Ayame takes a shaky breath, nodding. Minho waves them on impatiently, practically bouncing on his feet. "Come on, maknae, let's move. I didn't sit through Haechul's stupid power monologue in the hallway for nothing."

"Was it about how great his dick is again?" Ayame mutters, the nerves making her mouth run faster than her brain.

Minho smirks. "Oh, it always is. But don't worry, you're about to show them that brains and balls come in much better packaging."

Nari chuckles as they make their way to the meeting room. "Ayame Lim. Brains, balls, and stilettos. A force of nature."

Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait guys <3 I had two 2,500 word assignments and a 3,000 word assignment to do over the Christmas period but they've all been done and I'm back <3 Vote on my three day poll for my new story: The Inheritance of Love

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[clanborn]

i think they’d get along

sadclaw belongs to @bluefurytheravenclaw and shadowfang belongs to @hlessii

[amf-studios]

Because I need to do more dumb yokai

Believe it or not, Skeleton musicians are a pretty common trope. And I just really wanted to make a yokai that plays Saxophone.

I primarily took inspiration from the villains of my favorite Mystery incorporate episode, Rude Boy and the Ska-tastics

They're also undead musicians with with a saxophone. (The episode is good, it had a musical duel, the Hex girls, and 2 absolute bops! :3)

Design wise, he's a rather simply yokai. I gave him black, almost charred bones to make him more unique among the pearly white skellies, paired with a white suit and matching phedora. Also gave him a goal tooth, cause why not.

Power wise, I imagine Saxo-bone causes Dancing plagues. You know, where mobs of people dance until they pass out from exhaustion, which is a real phenomenon that's happened a few time throughout history. (Our best guess at an explanation is food being contaminated with hallucinogenics.)

Saxo-bone is a B rank, Merican yokai of the Eerie tribe. He's a wind attribute with the soultimate appropriately called "Dancin' plague" which inspirits his opponents.

I hope you enjoy this musical skeleton!

[the-vegetarian-artist]

Asking you about your ska troll concept! They look so cool and I would love to learn more about them

@shadow-ray4 thank you for asking, genuinely was positive that no one would ask 😅😣 but I am HAPPY to share! To start here are the full refs I've done so far and explain as much of the concept as I've developed in my brain lmaooo (ALL MAJOR DEETS undercut cause its gonna be LONG)

@goldendaydna also helped with this and lowkey a concept we are semi working out since her sona Golden Tempo is an Urbano Troll (a recently named concept lol)

Ska Trolls are Big, Bright, and BOLD. Together, these elements create an energetic, highly danceable, highly vibe-able troll genre. They also explode into confetti and confections when excited or surprised. Dont worry they pop back up as if nothing even happened leaving a pile of candy and crepe paper on the ground. (Ska trolls are super popular with the kids.) They practically live for the music, known for dancing for several days straight with hardly a rhyme or reason to stop.

*Like even the smallest of surprises just make em POP! (Bonus Branch doodle cause why not??)

Adara, my sona, is a 4th Generation Ska Troll (her father being a 3rd Gen while her mama is a punk rock troll) so TECHNICALLY shes Ska-punk, but she still has the appearance of your standard Ska Troll so it's more a music specific.

Her great great grandparents being a reggae leaning funk troll and a rocksteady leaning funk troll who formed The Underground after being seemingly left behind along with other alt/subgenres of the main 6 kingdoms when they split. A place for alternative trolls like herself and her friends could live and PARTY HARD without micro judgments against their music. It's a haven for other trolls who feel they dont quite fit a specific genre or even one at all, but also HELLA secluded from the rest of the Trolls so they look different and SOUND different. (Cave acoustics and all) The surface likely gets trimmers and even earthquakes from their raging parties. (I'm still fleshing this out but I have this piece of "concept art")

*Its literally a bioluminescent shroom town. Like glowing mushroom homes, food, ect- glow worms on the cave ceiling like stars in a night sky. All the various alternative genre of trolls have like a glowy eye thing that allows them to just see naturally in the dark too-

*these were some posters I took heavy color influence from for Adara's pallet (I know they arent all ska, but punk, reggae, and rocksteady aesthetics were an addition)

Obviously I took most inspo from pinatas, party/confetti poppers, and the sorts mainly because the funk trolls poop...well. baked goods and I wanted to play off that but lean into the crazy evolution the trolls have canonically in the universe that foam at the mouth for 👀 🤲 But I wanted to make sure her colors and patterns gave off not just Funk influence, but also micro subculture influences that are within The Underground. (This including but not not limited to, how closely Ska Trolls were to the Urbano Trolls communities within The Underground)

*Exchanged tassels and stringy fur textures for more paper textures. Like literally walking, talking, breathing pinatas fr

*Queen Essence I love yuuuu

They are bigger than the average Funk troll and have very similar features to them, but texture and color wise are very different. They much more vibrant and staturated. Giving a mix of felt and crepe paper. They have tails as sortve as an evolutionary trait but also it gives maximum party mode as it can hold objects and act as an extra hand. Their ears are also longer and slimmer, making it harder for them to lift or perk up so they stay droopy unlike their funk counterparts. They are all naturals at brass instruments (mainly trumpet) and ALWAYS have a hop in their step.

*edit if the pics keep messing up... imma have to just remake the post 😭

[fernpellerin]

Not too happy with how this turned out BUT I am really happy to have some new ska themed music, esp seeing Yoko back and with other fun characters…

[ahogettena]

i drew. the guys again

[asexual-spongebob]

I made a new ref for my TaGr smeet bc I literally never draw her :)

they were created in a lab if anyone is curious.

I made xem bc I literally never see TaGr smeets. So I made one myself.

I made this as a reference for my zadr fankid fic bc I have a feeling ska will be a major character.

oh I also forgot to mention that she’s transfem lol. :)

[qualiaphosphorus]

Alright, here's more digimons ! This time, we're hitting the armor forms.

First two shown are the X Antibodies of the armor form of the red lion and red bird, because they're the fanciest. Here's their base forms

And next up, the armors for the red bird, Sagimon. They're based off my other "protagonist" digimons, so there're four.

No names yet, but here's some small illustrations of my protag digimons if you've forgotten what they look like

Alright that's it for now. Next time, idk. Maybe more digimons ?

[zivazivc]

I've been slowly tweaking these designs for a couple of weeks now, and now I can finally introduce the Uncles, the colorful group of friends/roommates who raised Hed and Les (word "raised" used loosely, but they definitely shared the living space with them).

From left to right: Kymani, Bramble, Adewale, Benji, Jenga, and Licorice "Ish" with his boys. Let's say Hed and Les are 15 and 19 here, maybe a year older, which means the rest are only in their mid 30s.

[svetzzi]

slater

[saturn-rays]

completing the collecting (will make a post of all 3 together tomorrow)

[himbopunk]

weird little alien who likes ska. a skalien, even.