Jett Black! Sea urchin Splatoon oc :)
He was made as a joke on modern art, how expensive it is for how little it is.
Basically just scamming rich folk in the Splatoon world with his super cool art! (a single splotch of paint that took less then a minute priced at several thousand dollars)
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From the abyss comes the strange and the faithful, creatures of the deep born in a world of dark and prayer. Who they truly are and what they seek with the dry land above is unknown, as all that has been found is mere glimpses. Their carved relics grant images that cannot be fully understood, and their writings are in a tongue that cannot be deciphered. Corpses washed upon the shores allow insight into anatomy and flesh, but little on the mind and faith. Even those who are snared in nets or slither out from the surf under their own volition have little to truly say. Words can be spoken, but human ears fail to understand while the mind is left only with feelings and visions. Thankfully, many are those of peace, pilgrims or sages, coming to seek truths or dispense mysterious wisdom. Though alien they are, their faith brings familiarity, and it appears to protect all with a vow of non-violence (unless pushed to self defense). They bring prayer, blessings and trinkets with them, and share this strange bounty with those above. However, faith has many ways to show itself, and not all pray with song and tome....
The ones who wander the shores, lost in their chants and fervor, do not come bearing gifts and advice. They do not even seem to come here in search of terrestrial treasures or knowledge. Instead, their pilgrimage is something found only within, and it appears the coastal lands is where they set the stage. Unlike Monks, they do not go far inland, sticking close to water and home. They shuffle across the sands, hunched and murmuring, almost oblivious to everyone else around them. They clutch blade and spines in hand, often frightening those who witness them. Are these more warriors born in the deep, coming to punish our world for our sin? In one hand, a blade of ancient abyssal tooth, hardened by time yet not rendered dull by its passing. In the other, a living ball of spine and scale, writhing and watching. These are fearsome and unsettling tools indeed, yet they are not presented as weapons. Instead, it seems their cruel bite is saved only for this reverent being.
As they wander and chant, their knife slides across their hardened hide, opening crimson skin into Blue Blood and cerulean flesh. Some cuts are shallow, while others carve deep, yet they do not falter or hesitate. Even as odd stringy organs spill from their gashes, they keep to their prayers. The twitching ball of spines in their other hand pulses and stabs, yet they clutch it faithfully. They cling and cradle it, driving its spikes deeper into their own flesh, so more wounds may appear. But no matter how badly they bleed and weep, they stick fiercely to their faith. For that reason, these creatures have been labeled the "Penitent," for their worship is given through wound and pain.
Not much has been pulled from these Penitent, be it their reasons or wants. Their tongue is unknown, and they do not seem eager to communicate with others. Approach one, and they hardly take notice, obsessing over their blade and Blue Blood. It seems their own pain and cutting is how they practice their faith, and they have come to this inhospitable land to further pray in suffering. Though this world is certainly open to granting these Penitent more agony, they are not pilgrims to be trifled with. Their hide is much hardier than one can imagine, attesting to how sharp their blade is. Terrestrial weapons do little harm to them, and their tolerance to pain means they don't even flinch to even the mightiest of blows. No matter how many strikes are landed upon their flesh, the chanting continues. Even if one were to score a damaging blow, the reward would be a glut of Blue Blood and sizzling tendrils. The fluids that spill from their wounds are toxic and charged with Abyssal Lightning, turning a simple bloody splash into a dangerous weapon. Attacking them only creates more danger, and it agitates them. Trying to interrupt their prayer seems to whip them into a state of religious fervor, and their cuttings grow more wild. Perhaps they believe they are being tested, and thus more wounds are needed. And thus, more blood and organ is sent flying, coating the land in toxic fluids and crackling energy.
Pain is their prayer, and suffering is their song. If what they seek in their faith is atonement through agony, then it is no wonder they have come to this world of madness...
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"Penitent of the Sea"
One last aquatic thing before the month ends! I know I should have ended it off with the Mother of Snow, but couldn't help but want to slip one last thing in!
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posted on the wonderful MBE discord by @xenia12
they bought a witch hat for a sea urchin, which did fall off at one point, However!!!
he put it back on :)
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biiooooshoooockkk occcc
i had a concept for like uh these guys called urchins or “big brothers”, unlike big sisters they steal little sisters to harvest adam fromthem,,, urchins are absolute adam feinds
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So this deviated hard from what I originally planned, so uh. I guess this is the beginnings of an isat Octo expansion au.
Sif, taking on the role of an amnesiac traveler trapped in the subway and its tunnels with a finicky relationship with death and time. Wandering and trying to find purpose when he happens upon an Urchin named Loop (who’s debatably even a sea creature) who seems to know more about him than even himself. Teaming up to figure out what the shell is going on, they traverse the deep sea metro. (I have very little idea about this au at this time but hey, a starts a star)
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