#a bastard

[owlpellet]

#house sparrow #a bastard

[borgerbat]

Dreahova’s witness

#dream smp #art #dream smp fanart #tommy innit #tommyinit fanart #tommyinnit #dream #i don’t like dream #he’s a bitch #a bastard #A wrongun #But his character is fine #dream fanart

[transingthoseformers]

I also love red-and-white Megatron with red optics. I figured he got rebuilt post the final fight before this and looks more like a mix of baby Megs and MTMTE version with more compartments he's had added to help with medical work and decided since he has so much space might as well basically become a walking operating theater. He isn't quite the same size but still did go up in size pre-almost war and felt no need to slim down just repurpose his mass.

Figure most of the gray is now white and red portions are bright medical red. Also some red bracing on the arms which are compartments for storage. The dark gray remains that color. Not sure if the black should stay black or also be red.

The squiggles are only red medic symbol outlines while in training with blue markings on the shoulders indicating the hospital he is training at and his mentor. When full status is achieved red chest symbols filled out and blue marking removed.

Hands painted red, and he upgrades them because he has now qualms about frame upgrades. I am thinking a sane Tyrest is commissioned as part of slimy Zeta connecting people. Megatron is wary, but Starscream convinces him that if it is a setup, Starscream has now compunction "biting the servo that fed them" and Megatron should take the "damn upgrade". Tyrest thinks it is a challenge of his engineering skills and Megatron actually gets a good impression of him. He's old, very old and they discuss philosophy and history and the rise of the Functionalists and then he talks politics with Starscream. Minimus who is there, is a little heart eyed.

Yeppppp

Makes sense makes sense!

Ah yes of course more pockets— a need!

Okay but that's fucking hilarious that he can just pull whatever out of where-ever and it's mostly medical supplies. Useful definitely definitely but also it means he can somewhat literally pull a scalpel out of his ass if need be

oh he sounds so pretty, I waffled on answering this yesterday but it was too late in the sleep cycle for that

Hmmmnnnn I'm also liable to suggest we lighten the black up to the same as that light gray? (In my photo edited sketch, I followed the first EOM explanation and changed the black to red, but it WOULD look interesting with the white)

I am internally chanting "you don't have to worry about having too many colors, Thunderclash exists" because anxiety brain

of course! zeta is plotting!

I feel like Tyrest and Megs would have cool interactions, especially since this is another situation where we see a side of a character we know exists but don't explicitly see in the comics (or maybe we do in the end kinda?? We know he was healed at that point, but in the end things were really picking up pace as the ending and he got turned to dust)

Oh mins

#maccadam #transformers #a little glitched #a glitch in the matrix #mtmte megatron #mtmte Tyrest #mtmte minimus ambus #idw Starscream #zeta prime #a bastard #like tyrest was so interesting in EOM to me and i just feel like he's an underrated character in the fandom

[crabrat]

chip bastard

the bastard himself

Such a guy

#he such a pathetic lil guy #a bastard #we love him anyways tho #my art #digital art #chip jrwi #chip bastard #jrwi riptide #jrwi fanart #jrwi #chip bastard fanart

[nimblelizard]

Elias is always serving cunt

#HE IS OKAY? #i hate him and love him #a bastard #elias bouchard #tma #the mangus archives #nimble listens to tma

[unboxt]

Me when I draw the fuck (this is wilhelm they are silly and yes i named them after the scream)

#artists on tumblr #digital art #art #artwork #oc artwork #oc #oc art #blorbo i made the fuck up #silly dude #just an absolute fucker #a bastard #if you will #i did the tumblr sexyman quiz with them #and they got a perfect score #if that says enough about their personality.

[thatmutantcat]

I may have made a tf2 oc after only getting interested in it about... like a week ago? Anywho

Here's The Druid, named after the DND class since he suited the vibe of "unhinged dnd character" pretty well I think

That and the nature thing going on with him lol

Some details about him under the cut so it's a reasonable sized post to someone just scrollin' by

So! Some of this will just be elaborating on what I already wrote on his ref but whatever lol

He was born and raised in Ireland, but, when he was very young, he got orphaned in a nasty car crash...

He had it rough for a while because yeah of course he did, but he wound up getting adopted into a family of raccoons. Because yeah fuck it.

So, he became an increasingly feral kid as time passed, as well as being able to effortlessly communicate with his furry family, and any other raccoon for that matter.

Life in the wild, and thus learning how to heal injuries and illnesses with what there was available in the forest, became how he got as well-versed as he is in herbal medicines, as well as poisons since he had to also learn what not to use for such purposes... as well as what not to eat.

How he wound up in the fray, I'm not 100% sure tbh, but what I do know is this:

He was first found gnawing on some Blu team guy's femur

And as soon as he had access to more urban-accessible chemicals, he just about immediately managed to make mustard gas.

I'd imagine he'd get along with his peers decently well (maybe not Spy tho LMAO), but his "penchant for being irritating" sure would be something to navigate. Like having some type of vermin around but the vermin's on payroll with you so what can you do about it, eh?

Also you could probably smell him from like a mile off. Eck.

Aaaaaaand now I go into his weapons a bit:

The Snakebite crossbow adds poison chip damage onto the damage of the initial hit, naturally.

His little homemade warcrime canisters would deal more substantial chip damage, with no "initial hit" damage because well that doesn't make sense methinks. The area of effect would be visible only to yourself and teammates, and both teams, upon entering the area of effect, have their vision blurred, which upon exiting the area of effect (either by walking out or it just disappearing on its own bc well it would be a bit much if not lol), the blurring will last another 7 seconds before clearing up. Pyro having some immunity to this would make sense eh?

Actually looked the stuff up to figure out the hypothetical gameplay mechanics for an oc lmao. That's on my search history now.

The "Nature's Vengeance" whip stacks damage, with a maximum damage cap at 3 consecutive hits on the same target (resetting if you hit someone else or don't get another hit in within a certain amount of time, maybe 15-20 seconds?)

And the dubious medpack is an item Benji can leave around on the ground, and anyone can pick it up, teammates (and the guy who put it down ofc) get a small heal and a gradual heal of, 12 hp over 30 seconds, so (unless I fucked up basic math) that should be 2 hp per 5 seconds, yeah? Something like that. Doesn't sound like much but hey if you want bigger heals go to the Medic darnit!

Anyway if the enemy team picks it up the effect basically reverses, all the same numbers but it's damage instead of heals

That's just about everything I've got for him lol

Oh yeah I almost forgot biting and scratching is on the table too 👍 of course it is cmon now

Did my best for what I know after getting the interest only such a short time ago ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 oc #oc:Benji (The Druid) #tf2 oc art #tf2 ocs #oc #ocs #my ocs #oc art #art #my art #artists on tumblr #hm. forest man who commits warcrimes #a bastard #*throws him full force at a wall*

[zrllosyn-art]

I finished reading Lob Corp and. she.

#binah #binah (lobotomy corporation) #lobotomy corporation #IDK HOW TO FEEL ABOUT THE NAMES IN THAT GAME #ITS #HM #ITS KINDA APPROPRIATIVE I THINK #but the plot was VERY FUn #also like #very angsty #fun #also also als #th #she hot lady. #i like her a lot #a bastard #enn art

[kuroosdarling]

im just going feral over these tbh,,, who gave him the right

#he just looks so smug LIKE WTF #a bastard #daily post bout kuroo ig ://// #ceo!kuroo #⁺. ʚ aims thots ɞ ⋆˙ #⁺. ʚ tetsu ɞ ⋆˙

[dreamyartcosplay]

A child. Make him famous and know his name.

Ragnarök Loke Odensson

#cat #my cat #a bastard #a menace

[star-shapedfruit]

#hotrod my most detested 🙃 #kingdom hearts #kh #a bastard

[mortau]

@lured-into-wonderland replied to your post “@lured-into-wonderland replied to your post...”:

(I would love that! Take as much time as you need for the starter)

thank you! ngl im pretty excited to use her

#lured-into-wonderland #out of character #she is just #a bastard #and i love her

[solarchaotica]

#a bastard

[frvxe]

Me: D needs friends Me: fake D also needs friends but he doesn’t deserve them

#|| 𝚴𝐎𝚾 — 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝛐𝐟 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 [ ooc ] #A Bastard #FBDNMND

[mudskip-muses]

@escapedartgeek​ liked for a thing 😈 (X)

Sneaking up behind Zora as quiet as could be, Gundham wore a devious smirk as he drew in close, hands reaching out for his partner friend and sliding right up their shirt to rest on their sides, his icy hands pleasantly warmed against Z’s skin, all in an effort to make them jump.

#a Bastard #muse: gundham tanaka #escapedartgeek #v: halfblood

[goldenholi]

1.

When Naivara was completely, wholly, and utterly exhausted with her fiance, she read her mothers diary. She read it intently, imagining a massive, sprawling city flooded with fine buildings. Her mother painted in broad strokes but Naivara imagined luxuries and riches, paintings and fantastical homes…oh, she would go eastward. She would.

“Naivara.”

“Yes dear?”

“What did I just tell you?”

She paused, lifting her gaze to a set of golden eyes slanted in annoyance.

“I didn’t hear you.”

“You weren’t listening. Again.”

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I am just...reviewing the records for the last batch of pacci. Something is off.”

“I can help if it’s numbers,” he said. “What’s the issue?”

“That’s for tomorrow,” she said. “What were you saying?”

“The wedding,” he said. “Should we invite the whole town or limit it just for the Grove?”

“Uhm…” She balanced her chin on the book, thinking. “I suppose...an open invitation might make people reconsider their loyalties.”

He sighed, dropping his chin. He sat across from her, bouncing his knee, eyes shut in concentration. A grey-skinned tiefling with dark hair, Naivara truly had never expected to learn Atlas’ name, much less marry him.

It was fitting, all things considered. Her parents hadn’t anticipated their union. Truth be told, Naivara wasn’t even sure if they had married by the time she was born. 

“It wouldn’t be worth it,” he said. “That much meat and produce pulled from the market at once would just piss everyone off. It’s a stupid idea, Naivara.”

“Sorry.”

“Not your fault,” he sighed, pushing off his seat. “Your job is to look sweet and make pacci. Not a lot of thought in that, is there?”

Naivara sank into her pillows and stared at the ceiling.

“Oh,” he spoke, snapping his fingers. “Treasure and I are cutting a deal. She has a location we could use as a second site for brewing pacci but it needs your approval. She’ll find you tomorrow.”

“Wonderful,” Naivara said dryly. “Soon we’ll be brewing so much pacci we’ll put the Drow out of business altogether.”

He paused then and she winced, convinced she had somehow slighted him.

“No,” he said. “Fuck. You’re right, for once in your life you have a point. We need to limit supply. Find a way to brew a lot and sell consistently, but keep the price stable…”

“I thought we wanted to help make it more accessible?”

“It is more accessible,” he said, sitting beside where she lay. “It is being manufactured here. Above ground. Supply is consistent. Instead of relying on imports we just make it ourselves.”

“The price feels too high, Atlas.”

“Well Naivara,” he said. “All people need to do is keep a rainy day fund and it’s within arms reach.”

“I think we should bring the price down,” she said. “Just a bit. By a few silver.”

“Or,” he said, his tail winding and warping excitedly. “We can sell them in vials instead of jars at a cheaper price.”

“I like that idea. People deserve their medicine.”

“Medicine is important indeed,” he said. “Did you see that doctor I told you about?”

“I did,” she said. “He felt like a quack.”

“A quack? He’s qualified, he hails from a Drow city, knows how to read, all that. He knows what he’s talking about.”

“Then why is he here?”

“What?”

“If he’s a capable doctor and hails from below,” she said. “Why is he on the surface?”

“Maybe he picked a fight with the wrong guy,” Atlas said. “Like Skipper. What did he tell you?”

Naivara dropped her gaze.

“Nothing worth repeating,” she said. “He’s a quack.”

“Oh you’re so stubborn. I’ll follow up with him then,” Atlas said. “I am your husband after all. I should get to know what’s wrong with you.”

Naivara sighed and rubbed at her face.

Female hysteria.

A quack. A total quack. Her father had rambled about it once. She couldn’t pretend to understand it all but her father was an educated man from the West, and she knew in her heart if he thought it was a load of bull, then she would trust his judgement.

“I’m going downstairs,” Naivara said, lurching out of her resting position.

“No, no,” Atlas said, tugging her back into the mattress. “Stop. Are you mad at me?”

“I’m just tired, Atlas,” she said, unable to meet his gaze. “Every conversation comes back to pacci or the wedding.”

“Well what else would we discuss?”

“I don’t know. I imagine most couples just...talk.”

“We do talk,” he said. “All the time.”

“About work,” she said. “And plans. And manufacturing and negotiations and what other people are doing. It’s never about us.”

“It’s always about us,” he said. “Always.”

“Well it certainly doesn’t feel like it.”

“We are planning a wedding,” he said. “For us.”

“Then why does it all feel so shallow?” She asked. He bristled then, his lips curling back in annoyance.

“I suspect there’s something wrong with you,” he said. “I suspect that you’re afflicted with something that kills your ability to appreciate what you have. Something in that mind of yours is out of alignment. I’m invested in our wedding. It hurts that you aren’t.”

“Atlas-”

“I’m going to make sure you get the help you need,” he said. “I will.”

“Atlas there is nothing wrong with me,” she said.

“There has to be,” he said. “You’re apathetic. Apathetic to me, to the town, to your circumstances. You should be more thankful and you aren’t.”

Atlas observed her then. He took note of her poor posture, her misty eyes, her red cheeks. He scooted closer and looped an arm around her, relishing the chill of her figure.

“I love you,” he said. “I love you despite. I love you despite being ungrateful. I love you despite your shortcomings. I love you despite all the little things that piss me off.”

He reached out, gently tugging her chin upward. She locked eyes with him and he was briefly breathless.

He stared into her large, doleful eyes. Admired the freckles across her cheeks.

“I love you. I want you happy. You know that, don’t you?”

#the naivara project #1 #atlas is a bitch #a bastard #a vile fiend #hate him