#oc: valko

[ouroboros-hideout]

MEET MY V

Valko's family is originally from Eastern Europe and, like so many others, came to America in search of a better home. After a more than difficult childhood, Valko joined the Bakker clan as a teenager and embarked on the path of a nomad.

His name comes from Bulgaria and means "wolf". His mother chose it because she wanted her son to have a strong name and be equally self-confident in life. And he is. Valko only has one more thing in common with the wolf: he longs for a pack to belong to, but his past showed him, that a lone wolf often gets through difficult times more easily.

#meet my v #cyberpunk 2077 #oc: Valko #virtual photography #cyberpunk 2077 photomode #masc v #Don't be put off by his resting bitch face #he can be a funny guy

[angelicminds]

I feel like Valko is like Crowley's child for some reason. They're quite alike and he even has yellow eyes😭 I created him before I even watched the show but the similarities just keep adding up. He also goes along with hell as far as he can😭😭 He also has a weakness for cute blond guys (gender neutral)

#oc: valko #good omens

[cyberwhumper]

………

Ringing. Darkness.

"Val!…. V….!"

A voice slowly comes into focus as he starts to regain his consciousness. The world seems to suddenly explode into a cacophony of noise and chaos.

"Valko! Can you hear me? Hold on!"

His stocky companion has been desperately attempting to stabilize his condition for what felt like hours. His damaged corneal display can only show a fraction of the critically compromised systems in his body that are struggling to keep him breathing and alive.

Having only heard wildly conflicting rumors and speculation over Watchtower's prototype weapon had lured him into a false sense of comfort. Yeah, sure, every corporate fuck is going to tout their latest product as state-of-the-art, as the all you need solution to whatever problems roaches like them have. He had heard it all before, a thousand times over.

He went in so confident that it was all just smoke and mirrors that when he finally realized they had walked straight into Dog's steel jaws it was too late to turn back: they had already graciously offered themselves for it to pick its teeth with.

His pained screaming is drowned out completely by the firefight and slaughter around them as he's pulled up to shoulder height. His leg bones are completely shattered and unable to move no matter how much he tries. Panic quickly sets in.

This is it. We're all dying here.

Tag list: @whumpsday // @demondamage //

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#whumptober2023 #no.7 #Can you hear me? #OC #art #blood #bruise #broken bones #broken legs #Valko #Dog #whump #whumpblr #whumpee #whump art #whumper #original character #original story #tokimeki art #living weapon #living weapon whumper #nonhuman whumpee #nonhuman whumper #cybernetics #werewolf #kemonomimi #Valko definitely doesn't learn his lesson after this near death experience LMAO #learning from your mistakes is for losers apparently

[moonrise-illustration]

I think one day we'll be happy

#dnd #dnd art #ttrpg #ttrpg art #dnd character #elf #drow #eladrin #oc #oc art #myoc #moonriseart #valko #damon #damon belongs to my friend #we want them to be happy #but they might be doomed by the narrative #who knows #gotta see how it plays out in the campaign lol

[lisehel]

omg !! elise is back !! i love seeing how ur art changes & improves esp since our dp era 💔

thank you for being so supportive!!! T~T i check tumblr once in a bluemoon though so i hope i could find the spark once more

#elise.h's art #valko's oc

[mayorofcattown]

Made an updated version of the main characters of my animal guys oc universe now that I’ve figured out a bit more of the worldbuilding and general character arcs, and also because I wanted to draw some alternate outfits (aka subject poor valko to fancy noblemans fashion lol)

their original designs are here if anyone’s curious

The general designs are the same, I just adjusted some of the details, like removing the leather and metal parts from Raleigh’s outfit and replacing them with wood, since they’re mostly plant mages in his kingdom. And I got rid of a lot of his more ‘royal’ looking accessories cause he doesn’t technically have any real title/claim to the thrown, and would just hate wearing that sort of thing anyway lol. Valko is pretty much the same, I just shortened his coat a bit.

also just posted a timelapse of this to my patreon (link in bio) if you’re interested in more of the process for this!

I go into their story in the original post, but I’ll expand on it/solidify it a bit more here too under the cut

The basic jist is that Raleigh is the bastard son of the Deer king and the court gardener, and grew up outside of the royal family but was taken in as a teenager after his mum died. He has weak plant magic powers, esp compared to his Unicorn half brother (who I drew here) and tends to get treated fairly poorly for it (and because his general Status) so he hasn’t exactly had the best time living in the castle, even if his dad and half brother are mostly nice to him.

The overal story is based loosely on little red riding hood, and follows Raleigh after he ends up weaseling his way into a quest to help a far off kingdom with a sick magic tree, and ends up picking up Valko on the way as a de-facto body guard. Valko is a lumberjack from a tiny town in the middle of nowhere who has incredibly strong but Highly Volatile wolf powers (read: he becomes a big scary werewolf) that he tries his best not to use. Being from outside of the kingdom, Valko is basically entirely oblivious to most of the Royal Politics, which Raleigh definitely appreciates.

It's basically just about Valko trying very hard to stop Raleigh from being murdered by the many many people that want him dead for various complicated political reasons lol

#original character #oc #original art #werewolf #technically lol #also I did draw the braided version of Valko's hair too long but it would've been too much effort to fix it lol #art

[sarahlizziewrites]

Chrissie's of London

As mentioned here I borrowed an OC from @angelicminds to hit on Silas and he is more perfect than I could have imagined hahahshdfh

Sure enough, leaning against the wall near an ornate lamp that lights the edges of him in a mosaic of coloured glass, a tall gentleman has his eyes fixed on me. Eyes, I notice with a slight intake of breath, that are a startlingly bright yellow-amber. I’ve seen eyes like that before, I realise - they belonged to Amanda, and a second shiver consumes me when I consider the intensity of this man’s gaze, promising danger and mixing the fear and the arousal and the ale in my bloodstream into a heady cocktail.  The man pushes off from the wall, and though I’m pretty confident he’s not a monster - though, who knows, these days? - he does certainly prowl like a predator, those yellow eyes fixed upon me. He scans me up and down once, and I get a proper look at him: his skin is pale and soaks up the bright colours of the bar like he’s an artist’s canvas, but his hair is darker than the Inverse’s inky nightfall - it’s an attractive combination, and compliments the black suit he wears.  It hardly registers that he’s speaking to me, as he approaches. “I’d thank the heavens for sending you here tonight, but I’m not sure that’s where you came from.” His accent is eastern European, all rich vowels and rolled ‘r’s, and something about the way he speaks sends my gaze darting down to the way his lips look as he says it. Oh, would that I could be the kind of person who can control their carnal desires! Some others seem to be able to switch it on and off like electricity, saving them from themselves. But I’m forsaken, on that count, and I turn slightly towards him, abandoning my friends.  “How do you do?” “Better were I to know your name, handsome.”

Thank you for letting me borrow Valko - how did I do? :D

Chrissie’s of London tag list (ask to be added or removed): @novel-emma, @tabswrites, @mrbexwrites, @hippiewrites, @vacantgodling welcome back pfffhhaha, @imsoveryveryconfusedatlife

#a man lives rent free in my head and he is called silas chrissie

[neva-borne]

For the OC Ask!

Princess, you are surrounded it seems by male relatives. How do you feel about this?

Hello Crooked,

I'm actually not surrounded by relatives, as they are back in my home country. I do miss my brother and father fiercely, but I know that my place is here now. Prince Alaric is my betrothed, Prince Valko is his younger brother, and King Marrok is their father. I do feel a little out of place and homesick at times, but I am determined to make this place my home. Alaric is different than I expected, and I hope we shall have a tolerable and mutually beneficial, if not happy, marriage.

-Princess Katrin

#princess katrin #oc ask game #my ocs #ask game #thanks crooked!

[kariachi]

So, saw somebody else doing a whole ‘what daemons do your OCs have and why’ sorta deal so, for shits and giggles, my major loves.

Marian- Torc, Aldabra Giant Tortoise

Look, sometimes a woman is a tortoise. Patient, sturdy, stubborn, reliable. An old soul who always plans ahead, with a mind that runs like clockwork. A rock in the chaos. And then, you get people who are tortoises, but more. She has a large presence, a matriarch at her heart who walks into a room and you feel it in the air, a quiet pride barely hidden under the stereotypical tortoise humbleness that requires a massive daemon to contain it. Add to that that, for giant tortoises, Aldabra’s are known to be relatively fast and acrobatic, which is a great reflection for the fact that she has the soul of an adventurer and prankster underneath it all. For all she’s reserved and hardworking, once you get her out of her shell she burns for excitement.

Monette- Cadyl, Gelada

Again, sometimes a woman is a monkey. An outgoing and communicative creature, small and unassuming, not as smart as some but enough so, with complex social networks and a tendency to keep groups of partners and associates. She trades in favors like a gelada trade in acts of grooming, thriving in a group and wasting when she’s alone, not afraid to let go of some of her power and control in exchange for a more overall favorable outcome. But like a gelada you can’t let the charm and peaceful exterior fool you, because with cause she’s more than willing to bare her teeth in warning or threat to defend what’s hers.

Allison- Donnie, Austroplebeia cassiae

Why yes, Donnie’s species doesn't even have a common name, just one of so many little-noted stingless honeybees. Allie is everything you would expect from such a creature. Hardworking, loyal, creative, more focused on the whole than on herself. She lives for her family and her community, organizing people, supporting those around her, and standing for what she believes in, no matter the cost to herself. But the stingless portion is important. She hates to lie, and more importantly isn’t made to fight. While she’ll take to it if need be, it’s not in her nature to be on the front lines, and her roles is more in taking care of and lending support to those who can dive into the fray herself.

Dr. Carel- Lana, Northern Flying Squirrel

Though he appears to be scatterbrained, our dear doctor is more intelligent that he first seems, simply hard to understand due to how he flits from project to project that others can’t understand with dogged determination. Not one to run, not one to fight, fine alone but happy in groups as well. His, unique, viewpoint is befitting someone with a gliding daemon, as is the way his mind and feet both wander.

Var/Valko- Tarav, Bluetick Hound

And sometimes a man is a hound dog. Loyal, social, highly active, loud. Or, well, he used to be. He’s nonverbal anymore but still once he opens up you better hope you can read sign at speed because he’s not slowing down or shutting up. He reliable, playful, outgoing, and true to his pack. Adventurous and intelligent, though not a leader in any way. He’s a follower, yes, and one of the best right hand’s you’re going to get.

Irene- James, Western Pebble Mound Mouse

Is pretty much exactly what you’d stereotypically expect from a mouse- shy, a mite timid, but intelligent. She’d working on regrowing the backbone her family stole from her, but she’s polite, respectful, playful, and empathetic. True to James’s species, she’s in her element in groups despite her shyness, a creator at heart, more resilient than she first appears, and without an aggressive bone in her body (or any bones, really, but that’s besides the point).

Jadie- Wira, Ring-Necked Pheasant

Somebody somewhere ordered a prince charming, though I don’t know who. Though not immediately impressive, they have an air of confidence and grace common to male gamefowl everywhere. They’re charming, dependable, affectionate, chatty, and a hardworker, ready to drop everything and dive directly into whatever mess they need to to look out for those around them. Poly as fuck, they spoil and defend their women against all comers without a second thought, taking a fierce pride in them in all their glory, and are also strongly family-oriented, for all that they’ve run off and done their own thing.

#my ocs #i love them all so #they're wonderful #this doesn't go into all the intricacies of them all but it gives a 'why' for their shapes #we've got four mammals an insect a non-avian reptile and a bird #mari monie allie and jadie sort've form a loose quartet in my head #which at least makes sense for mari and jadie since she's literally their boss #dear jadie stop yearning for your boss it doesn't matter how much you lure her to the 'maybe i'll make an exception for butches' side #when she signs your paycheck and owns the house and coop you and your chickens live in #she's a better boss than that

[miko2495]

I posted 4,303 times in 2022

That's 4,024 more posts than 2021!

1,063 posts created (25%)

3,240 posts reblogged (75%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@valko-lapsus

@everythingfox

@raphorama

@pistachiozombie

@thebigpalooka

I tagged 1,732 of my posts in 2022

#lego monkie kid - 622 posts

#monkie kid - 620 posts

#the great mouse detective - 97 posts

#eclipse apprentice - 74 posts

#miitopia - 65 posts

#oc - 59 posts

#disney magical world - 54 posts

#the secret of nimh - 49 posts

#disney - 48 posts

#my oc - 46 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#“conceal don’t feel” but with fox spirits for a few years until the mother was like screw it and turned to her demon neighbours for help

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

A Switch port the 3DS Fantasy Life would be rather nice

59 notes - Posted August 19, 2022

#4

98 notes - Posted January 12, 2022

#3

I suddenly have a need for a tomodachi life on switch with the wig and make-up feature

Miitopia’s modern, slice of life AU

105 notes - Posted May 31, 2022

#2

Wukong: With great power comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.

113 notes - Posted August 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

As cool as Macaque is...

See the full post

539 notes - Posted July 26, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

[ouroboros-hideout]

Picrew Tag Game

Thank you for tagging me @therealnightcity and @dreamskug 💚💚

Here's the link

And the no pressure tags. Have fun building your blorbos!

@elvenbeard @olath124 @cyberholic77 @blackrevell @chevvy-yates @wraithsoutlaws @cybervesna @kharonion @kdval @pinkyjulien @dustymagpie @wanderingaldecaldo @aggravateddurian @streetkid-named-desire @theviridianbunny

And anyone who likes!

#oc: valko #oc: aon #tag game #my ocs #picrew #cyberpunk 2077 oc

[eyedoveocs]

literally just compiling the ocs i may end up bringing in here and tagging shit as, etc. in stream of consciousness order, in case you were wondering who the favorites were.

links will be added for their tags as the tags exist. :)

whitlock | ande | caesar | tia | captain | kitty | kul |

atrocious | ormund | auldor | gorton | hewitt | dathy | alton |

beckett | princeton | lowel | yewel | kawik | kratucau | q |

yuston | TBN1 | TBN2 | juniper | kozates | dawn | lizelle |

TBN3 | valko | courien | cecile | jean | amandine | TBN4 |

jett | kiara | damien | elise | vienna | leilani | chase |

mottley | melanie | dunn | indess | venn | coors |

yssa | charli | dahlia | E | K | I | D |

kembra | kardjil | nakaia | shimmer | wallace | erhardt | toenail |

bitch | katia | murali | castra brylla | ccbot | cedrik | hecatomb |

#eyedove ocs

[cyberwhumper]

Ronald is settling the ages old "vampire vs werewolf" debate, but it seems to be a bit more than Valko signed up for.

It was originally intended to be a manga page but I got WAYYY too hyped and ended up coloring the entire thing.

Made for Artfight 2023 | Ronald belongs to Rizzoto, Valko belongs to me

#whump #whumpblr #whumpee #whumper #whump art #artfight 2023 #af 2023 #tw violence #tw blood #team werewolves #werewolf #kemonomimi #tokimeki art #oc #Valko

[moonrise-illustration]

Damon teaching Valko how to dance

#dnd #dnd character #dnd art #dnd oc art #oc #original character #oc art #moonriseart #myoc #valko #damon #Valko is not good at dancing at all #so this would be very fun to watch lol

[daeva-belov]

The first chapter of a little mini au I'm making of my OCS for funzies.

Wolves of the Arctic Sea

The ebony wolf stared across the frigid waters, glaciers plummeting to the blue depths as they broke from their snowy beds. Each breath was a plume of hot mist, swirling around his grey tipped muzzle before fading into the ashen skies. It was beautiful. He could stand outside for hours and never shiver. His fur brushed with frost that he hardly felt; if he could roll in the snow naked he would.

This landscape of snow and ice so familiar a place; one he could never forget yet never return to. Not that he wanted to, not anymore. The desire had passed decades ago, at least as well as it ever could. He supposed some part of him would always long for the waters, it’s chill embracing him again. But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. This was the closest the wolf could come, the closest he allowed himself. It wasn’t as if he were missed.

With a sigh, he leaned further over the rails of the ship, an IceBreaker as the land-dwellers called it. These days he called it home. As much as a vessel like this could be. But after over a decade of sailing it’d become difficult to imagine life elsewhere. Better than remaining on land for the rest of his years. And the crew wasn’t hard to get along with, the Captain was another matter. Though what had he expected aboard a military ship? A boat made from iron with an engine that roared under his feet. If one had asked him centuries ago how he felt of such things, well the mere sight of the ship would have struck terror into his heart. But those days had long passed. A lot of things had passed…

There were far worse things to fear, war was one such thing. Although, some part of him didn’t mind it. Morbid as it was it kept his mind occupied and his hands busy. Even such, he relished every moment of peace as a pirate or Servian attack always lingered on the horizon. Moments such as these. Or, they would be if he hadn’t been interrupted.

“Valko,” Jonathon called, the stout doberman one of the louder crew members. “See you’re slacking already, huh? Thought you said you were busy?”

Rolling his eyes, he turned to the shorter male. Well, he supposed Jonathan was among the taller but he’d yet to meet another as large as himself. It was nice to tower above everyone, and such a thing was easy when you were nearly eight and a half foot tall (261.8cm).

“I’m enjoying the view, Jonathon. And the morning quiet,” the wolf crossed his arms, tail flicking. “But should you really be talking to your Lieutenant like that?”

The canine tensed, glancing to the side, “Don’t act all high and mighty. You’ve had that title less than a year. Pretending to be as great as Fayleaf was.”

“I earned my place, Jonathon,” Valko said with a raised lip, fingers pressing into the meat of his burly arms. “I proved myself and climbed the ranks. Fairly. I am not claiming to be her, however, and I never will. I didn’t wish for her death any more than you did. But you will treat me with respect.”

“I’ll respect you when you actually earn it,” Jonathon said with a pinched brow. “Until then, I’m gonna keep questioning how you ever managed to convince the Captain you deserved that privilege? What’d you do? Kiss his boots like a-”

“Enough!” he snapped, fur bristled along his neck. “Belov chose me because of my skill, and I won’t tolerate your accusations. It’d be best if you hurry and accept the fact you weren’t good enough to make the cut…”

For a moment, Jonathon froze, his eyes wide. But soon the look was gone, stepping closer to jab a finger into his chest, “If Fayleaf hadn’t taken that bullet to the head you wouldn’t be standing there all smug. Nobody wants you here, Valko. You’re a freak.”

The wolf forced a breath, taking a slow blink before his emerald eyes stared the mutt down, “Cleaning duty, now Melton,” he said, smacking off the smaller’s hand.

“Y-you can’t tell me what to do…”

With a sharp toothed grin, he loomed over the dog, eyes glowing,“Don’t make me drag you below deck myself, or do. It would be entertaining watching you squirm. Wriggling like a worm as the rest of the crew watches…”

Jonathon paused, taking a step back, “N-no sir…” he said swallowing the lump in his throat.

“Then get to work, now,” the wolf rumbled, releasing a hot puff of air as he watched the dog scurry off.

There was a minute of relief once Jonathon had disappeared, but a moment was all he got before he noticed those piercing, ruby eyes. The antlered rabbit stared at him stoically, not a flicker of emotion behind his gaze. If it wasn’t for his red trimmed coat, Daeva would blend into the scenery, his thick fur as stark as snow. You’d only see the glow of his eyes or the tip of an antler, but by then it’d be too late. Or so the rumors said, the wolf had rarely seen the wolpertinger fight. Often he left it to his men, but he wasn’t incapable by any means of the word.

Slowly, Daeva hobbled closer, cane clicking against metal. The wolf once thought it was only for show, but he learned otherwise despite never being told. Today he leaned on it heavily, but the rabbit showed no pain. He wore quite the mask, they both did, “Shade…”

The wolf straightened, tucking his arms behind his back, “Good morning Captain, is something wrong?”

Pausing beside the rails, Daeva tucked the cane under his arm, fumbling for his smokes. He tapped the box with the edge of a palm, popping one between his lips before setting it alight with a hiss. With a flick of damaged wings, ones missing patches of feathers that left Shade unsure if they were capable of flight, the rabbit took a slow drag. For a second, Daeva held it in his lungs, releasing it with an easy breath.

“We’re nearing Servian territory, I need you to ensure we are prepared for an attack. It is unlikely, as they rarely patrol the waters so far east, but it is not impossible. Ensure the crew restocked the canons and assign additional men for patrol until we reach our destination,” he said in a thick Ruzian accent, gazing over the frigid ocean.

Now, Shade never appreciated what the men called ‘a stick-up-his-ass’ attitude that the rabbit had. But the shorter man was cunning and intelligent, forward thinking. He’d earned his position twice over, the wolf could admit that.

“I checked last night, I’m sure we’re fine. And the men are already complaining about the long shifts, they’re going to argue about more…”

Daeva’s tongue clicked against his teeth, glaring from the corner of his eye, “Do it again, Valko. I am not taking any chances. You should know this. As for the men,” he paused, taking another drag. “It will only be for a little over a week, they will manage.”

Tail flicking, Shade bit back a huff, “Alright, I’ll get right on it,” he ran his fingers through his hair, turning on his heel to leave.

“Valko,” Daeva said, watching Shade over his shoulder, “Do not give me attitude or I will place you on cleaning duty alongside Jonathon,” it was most likely a bluff, the wolf too important for trivial tasks. But he wouldn’t put it past Daeva to enforce such a punishment.

“Sorry Sir, it won’t happen again,” the wolf said; he’d much rather deal with the irritation Daeva gave him than to be stuck beside that doberman. Honestly, the rabbit annoyed him more often than not, but he wouldn’t argue. Not now anyway.

Pushing open the doors, he trudged down the stairwell, turning into the armory. It was a dreary as always, quiet beside the creaking of the ship. And it hardly took an hour to count the supplies, finding them as plentiful as he did last night. Waste of time if Shade was honest, but he also understood the Captain's concern. One wrong move and they’d be caught unprepared, and nobody wanted that.

With a sigh, Shade placed the chart away, tucking his hands in his pockets. As he turned down the hall, his ears flicked, engulfed with cheers and triumph. His head tilted, eyes snapping to the tiger that jogged toward him.

“Ah, lieutenant, glad I found you so quick,” Bernard grinned, wheezing until he caught his breath. “You won't believe what we caught in the chains! Its huge, and real mad. The Captain asked me to find you and have you come to the holding tank. Thought you should see the beast too!”

“Oh really? Sure it’s not just a big jellyfish like last time,” Shade chuckled, following behind the bouncing feline.

“No, it’s more like a mermaid. But a shark, or we think it’s a shark. Honestly, I think the face looks more like a dog, but I’m not an expert in aquatic species,” he chuckled.

Shade’s heart quickened, shoulders tensing. His ears fell back and sweat pricked his neck. I-it couldn’t be who he was thinking. What he was thinking. How could they get caught? Any of them? They knew not to near nets, so why? He shook away the dread, insisting it was impossible.

With a sharp breath, he pressed inside the room filled with awestruck men, even the captain seemed entranced. But Shade wasn’t. The world froze, his mouth falling agape as he stared into familiar, golden eyes. Eyes he used to cherish. That familiar, ashen brown scales and skin, fins flecked with the same golden hue. An intricate, metal ring encircling the end of his tail. It made Shade’s heart ache, fists clenching as he brushed away the welling memories. He had to be dreaming, that was it.

But then, the merfolk looked toward him, their eyes locking for the first time in centuries. Both hearts thrumming but for vastly differn’t reasons. The wolf-shark swam nearer to Shade, claws pressing against the thick glass. Joy flashed behind his eyes, right alongside anger, sorrow, frustration. Guilt? Shade couldn’t tell, but it didn’t matter. In a blink, the shark went stoic, features rigid besides the snarls directed toward the crew. But he was grinning, moving in slow circles as he examined every person in the room like they were nothing more than a meal. And the wolf knew that to him, that’s all they were. He wasn’t one to give land-dwellers a chance. But that begged the question of how he was captured, it should have been impossible.

“Valko, you have arrived,” the Captain nearly made him jolt, snapping Shade back into reality. The rabbit was smiling, it was miniscule, but the wolf might as well count that as if Daeva was bouncing on his heels or jumping for joy. “I belive we found quite the creature, no?”

Shade nodded, hands tucked into his pockets, “It is. How did you manage such a thing? I don’t think I’ve seen one like this before,” he said, eyes never leaving the creature who cursed them in an ancient language. Calling the crew an array of names that Shade would keep to himself. Though most involved how idiotic and pathetic they all were. Typical.

“Nor have I,” Daeva hummed, leaning on his cane. “It is rather surprising, but the researchers will love it I am certain. I will have to call ahead, perhaps see if they know what it is.”

Swallowing thickly, his gaze flicked between them. As much as the shark had hurt him, he didn’t want to see him turned over for science. To be poked and prodded for the rest of his existent; it wasn’t something Shade would wish upon his greatest enemy, “Ah, I’m sure they will, Captain.”

With a nod, Daeva patted his arm as he went to leave, “Indeed, but either way this is a call for celebration. It is rare to find such a large and extraordinary catch,” the men cheered, clapping one another on the back. “Do not become drunkards; we still need to be attentive…”

Shade wasn’t sure the men were listening, hooting and hollering after the rabbit had left for his room. And it wasn’t long before they filed after him, laughing arm in arm while heading to the mess hall. It was going to be a loud night, not that Shade could sleep, anyway.

Slowly, he turned to eye the sharp toothed creature. Frowning, Shade moved closer, ears drooped a moment before he forced them upright. Those golden eyes stared into his soul, fins flicking, “Valko, how kind of you to stop by…”

“Pitch…” Shade said, taking a breath as they conversed in an ancient tongue. “What are you doing here…”

“Oh, I thought I'd pop in and see the sights,” Pitch said, circling the tank. “It's not as impressive as I thought. Nor is it worth treason. But that's doesn't matter to you does it, Valko?”

Shades brows furled, divots lining his forehead, “I did what I had to, what was right. You abandoned me, Casimir. When I needed you, you left me…”

“What? Did you expect me to leave our people? Our home? All for some pathetic surface dwellers?”

Growling, Shade stopped closer, lip raising into a snarl, “You call them names and yet there you are, caught in their chains.”

“A mistake. Nothing more than a fluke.”

“Right, so then you can escape without my help?”

Pitch paused, blinking slowly, “I can,” he slowed, drifting idly in the water. “But, admittedly, it would be simpler with your assistance…”

“Then knock off the attitude,” he turned on his heel, ignoring the grumbles behind him. “I'll be back later, once the crew goes to sleep. Dont do something stupid while I’m gone. I don’t need you flopping on the floor and getting caught…”

Shade left with a frown, letting the door slam close as he continued down the hall. His emotions swirling in his gut, thoughts pounding in the back of his head. What was he getting himself into…

#writing #fantasy #ocs #original writing #writeblr #light angst

[mayorofcattown]

Finally got around to deciding on a character design for the Unicorn Man from my animal guys OC universe. And finally decided on a name too! He is Eustace now, it was the most horse appropriate fancy sounding I could find that wasn’t already taken by a member of the british royal family lol

And this was also partially an excuse to figure out more of the world building (mostly around them not using leather because Cow People exist)

Process of this was also just posted on my patreon (link in bio)

He’s the half brother of Raleigh (my deer boy main character from here) and is the Legitimate Son of the King and Queen of their region. Being a unicorn mage he has incredibly strong light magic, and can boost the strength of other people’s magic/heal some magical blights and things. He’s talented at pretty much everything and is all around basically the Ideal Heir, in contrast to his half brother Raleigh, who is none of those things.

Surprisingly tho given the circumstances, they actually get on fairly well, tho being brought up as a Noble means Eustace can be a bit overbearing and out of touch with the Common People, which Raleigh doesn’t always appreciate.

He is also an Embarrassing Wife Guy about his wife, who is a sheep woman from a prestigious tailors family who he loves very much and will not shut up about

#original art #art #oc #originl character #unicorn #I was originally going to give him more gold adornments to substitute the leather #but then I remembered they're like plant/tree mages so them going absolute ham on wood carvings made way more sense #and looked cooler #they'd probably have to import metal anyway so this made more sense #also am working on an updated version of raleigh and valkos designs with the new Lore Adjustments #also because I wanted to design some new outfits for them anyway lol