#solstice oc

[starryybrained]

New oc just dropped his name is Solstice

No hes not a recycled version of the old Saul wdymmmmmm whatttt. Nooo. That would be crazy. (He is)

[princeweenie]

behold, the biggest FREAK on the continent

[parasiticc-anomaly]

The statue in the garden

Knock knock

@eddwardharrison

so uh, drew your dude. This is my take on the guy. He was very interesting to draw! This is most likely the most detailed drawing I have done in a while. But uh, i like your funky dude.

Time: 6:11

Date: 11/4/24

[motheline]

OC time! This is Queen Solstice of the SkyWings, she had a twin egg years ago and feared what her firescales dragonet would become- what she would do to her kingdom- so Solstice killed her, believing she did the right thing - the necessary thing to protect her family at the time... yet still regrets it to this day, and can't stand the way her living daughter looks at her now in the present.

She fashions herself with blue gemstones - a symbol of her lost child

Old lady with emotional baggage and constant ongoing moral dilemmas

[captainzigo]

the seinop, aliens that i made up with @antboyyyy , abducting freakyshy. that’s stacy and her six legged ferret beaver helping hand

there’s plenty more about them in #seinop on our pages

[ryomaandgundhamkin]

YKW I AM SO ANNOYED

I was gonna post this yesterday but I couldn’t bc Tumblr wasn’t working… but finally it is here

THE FUSION!!! HES SO PREPPY ARGH I WANNA MARRY HIM Hhsgxgxus

This took me 3 hours. ALL BECAUSE OF THE STUPID FLOWERS AND COLORING-

I love how the hands turned out tho😭

…I’m not flipping canvas-

@eddwardharrison

[myokk]

Eloise at her debut ball during the winter solstice🥺🤲

[crowsongart]

Soooo- i really adore Meg’s fairy AU and i decided to make my oc in it qwq

His ability is basically something like healing fire, it’s warm and comfortable in touch. When closer in contact it feels like you’re touching a squishy lava (?)

He’s also a bartender :)

edit: oh and he is inspired by dragontailed butterflies

anyways @ayyy-imma-ninja hope you like him in your AU qwq

[monstatron]

AYISHA, THE COSMIC EYE

sketches of ayisha! i've been thinking more about the origins of her cosmic abilities, which i entail in the thread below! i wasn't originally going to color these, but i just couldn't do her justice without her regal color!

here is the lore related to these sketches! ayisha's lore is inspired by my own spiritual journey, hence her cosmic nature and themes.

Ayisha bears a powerful connection to cosmic energy. However, this is not due to a given ability nor was she granted this connection through magic. After being turned to a Shauldonon, in search of inner peace and a means of quelling the urge for violence within, she spent many years condemned to the underground of Aephimar meditating. Although she did already sustain magical energy, this only furthered her metaphysical ascension into the cosmos. Through years of silence, tranquility, and concentration, she meditated until the cosmos itself had reached into her; the truth was revealed to her. However, it was up to Ayisha alone to acknowledge her enlightenment and apply its teachings to her new life as a Shauldonon. While Ayisha does carry the power of stars, she does not abuse this power, and instead learns from it. There is still so much about herself and her world that she has yet to learn, but now with her third eye (quite literally) open and a determination to be intentional with her life, she embarks on the ultimate journey of recuperation.

[velbsy]

The gay robots in my head….

I’ve had the idea for this in my head for a while and last night I finally finished it,,, hnnn I love them so much I melted while drawing this..

[prince-sawgrass]

dancin!

ft @junkfood-jester’s garnet and gale :D

[starryybrained]

Overwritten Routine

Whumptober Day 8: Isolation chamber

Content: Isolation, lab whump, captivity, nonhuman whumpee, self harm

It’s been hours now.

Solstice hasn’t seen another soul since it was left behind in the enclosure. Its only company is the warm yellow of the light in the ceiling beating down on him and the dirt beneath his feet. Every so often, a mist comes from the ceiling. He uses the mist to count how long time has passed, marking a line on the ground to help himself recall how many. He can’t count, but he can tell the row of lines is beginning to get long. Worried, Solstice recounts them on its fingers, checking how many sets of both hands there are. One set and its pointer, middle and ring finger… not including some it didn’t track.

The loneliness eats away at him. Where did they go? What are they doing? He paces, tracing the walls with his fingers like he’s done so many times before. He’s done this for many sets, so many he can’t keep track, trudging the circumference of the room, dragging his hand against the smooth walls and vocalizing to himself. With the room empty, it stretches its vocal cords, humming and making noises, anxious. He hasn’t resorted to crying or screaming yet, but he might, feeling his hope wane and the fear of the uncertain grow stronger.

It continues to trudge through the room, until the familiar feeling of moisture hits it. Misting. He makes his way to the tallies in the corner, adding a line and counting them on his fingers again. One set and the pointer, middle, ring, and pinky finger. Almost two whole sets. Something is wrong. Something is very wrong.

Solstice holds back a worried cry, biting its tongue. It hurts to do so, but Solstice soon realizes it’s a new sensation and welcomes it. Leaning back against the wall, it bites its tongue over and over – and hard – until it’s tender and sore, running it against the roof of his mouth and teeth. It hurts, yet he can’t help but do it anyway. He doesn’t understand why he would want to hurt. Its own behavior is indecipherable to itself.

The cool droplets of water from the mist roll down his back, and he finds himself tearing up. It just doesn’t understand. Where is everyone? There’s only so much it can do while waiting for them–!

It paces around the room again for half a set, until suddenly, it sits on the ground, back against the wall. It digs its fingers into the soil, raking it up, ripping out fistfuls of it. With nothing growing within it, it’s easy to do so; it crumbles in Solstice's hands, crumbs of it falling to the ground.

He lets the dirt fall out of his fingers, uncurling them. Then, with a newfound fury, it shoves its hands back into the ground. Something deep inside of him awakens, twisting and writhing, and it pours out from his palms, burning. Something creaks from beneath the dirt, penetrating the surface, wooden, gnarled. Solstice pushes himself further, urging the energy into the ground and into his creation, making it grow larger until finally, in front of him stands a thin, crooked sapling.

For a second, time is frozen, and he stares in awe, his hands still buried in the dirt, his body fixed in place. Then he reaches for the trunk, caressing it, feeling the grooves of the wood under his fingers. In that moment, it feels an almost motherly connection to it, forgetting about being lonely, forgetting about the scientists, forgetting about everything.

Then it begins to decay.

Frantic, Solstice holds on to it, trying to summon up the energy once more, having only known his power for a fleeting moment. He fails and the sapling crumbles into the earth, dying until there’s nothing left but the rotten, petrified remnants of its leaves and branches.

He is unmoving again.

He lets out a tiny sob, and with a shaking hand, reaches for one of the blackened branches. Then he raises his hand with the branch in it and slams it down on his leg, stabbing himself. He does it over and over until he’s numb to the feeling, shuddering with silent sobs as he does. Once it’s done, it drops the piece of wood, betrayed by its own feelings and actions. It brings a hand to its thigh, rubbing the raw skin gently, its touch feather-light.

Gingerly, it lays itself against the wall, curling up and holding its legs to its chest, letting its hair fall over its eyes, closing them tightly.

[wilderbas]

just a couple of suggestions from the solstice critter itself

[crimeronan]

i can't believe i still have no voice. i wrote a song i'm pretty pleased with and i can't even record properly yet because my singing sounds like a slowly wheeze-dying cat.

[ryomaandgundhamkin]

Little doodles of the fusions for whatever reason (style emulation practice)

FUSIONS BELONG TO @eddwardharrison :3

dw I slept after this- that’s why I didn’t post this yesterday lmao

I LOVE ALL THE FUSIONS WITH ALL MY HEART

[artythebear]

One day, my husband drew Eclipses that call Stella by their favorite nicknames…

Well, I wanted to do the same thing, but with Suns from different AUs

Sun calls all children in the Superstar Daycare starlight but calling Stella like that, he puts a special tenderness...

Solstice, like many daytime vampires, often uses affectionate nicknames towards others. The only difference is that everyone is "darling" or "sweetie" for him. But Stella... She inspires him to be more diverse

For Scarlet Sunset, Stella is a little Starfish from the depths of the sea, where the most beautiful treasures are kept