With a true body consisiting of little more than an eye, Boynado are capable of manipulating air pressure around themselves to whip up particulates in the air and create a body. Hard to communicate with on anemotional level, their wants and needs are hard to discern and they can become destructive with little provocation.
Jarracell raom open plains where their powerful pull on the surrounding air is thankfully far from human habitation. Even when at rest they are whipping the air into powerful currents around them and when they choose to act violently, are capable of inflicting destruction over a wide area with little effort.
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Finally decided to share this little guy now that I've properly finished his design! Didn't really think I'd post my ocs but here's a couple of the lads :D
Retyping the notes in case my handwriting is too messy (and some elaboration):
Ever Changing Fates (he/him)
Aka the god who went "Wow, being a little carefree slugcat seems like a nice life... Wait."
- Dubious little creature <3
- Worm off the string w/ scug colony and messengers
- Wears basically a fancy jumpsuit (top and flowy pants are connected, the diamond piece in the middle is part of a funky belt/sash). Gets altered a bit after leaving his can. Shit is a tripping hazard.
- Has soft ear-like case on antennae. Headpattable. (Yes, he purrs)
- Tail: Neurons and slugcat food storage.
- Fun fact: this dude is tiny lmao like 5'0 (it's projection)
White scug:
Light Refracted, Countless Hues
- "White lizard"
- Camoflague, can change colour on command.
- Black tongue, grabs batflies
- Big tail
Black scug:
Without a Trace, Spined Silouhette
- "Mole lizard"
- Blends in dark
- kind of blind (particularly in the light)
- Little whiskers everywhere + fluff
- Possibly has an ability like hazers (ink/smoke screen) to survive outside of Shaded Citadel (or other dark places, considering this iterator probably is nowhere near the local group)
- Big ears. Helps them navigate, along with the whiskers (might make the front ones longer for that reason)
I've been writing a bit about this trio (and two other characters, who my friend made with me), miiiight share some of it or, if I can motivate myself to draw more, I could try to make some little comic scenes for them. Your classic worm-off-the-string type, just two iterators going feral and going on some wild adventures.
Fates' whole thing is basically just. Gave up on godhood and finding a way to die when he realised how happy the simple lives of the slugcats were (probably met Gourmand at some point, though I don't know if that's possible. Fates' local group hasn't fully been designed, but I imagine them to be a neighbouring group to FP's, so maybe they might have met some of the scugs!), and decided to start a project to find a way to adapt himself, disconnect from his can, and join the scugs.
With........ Some minor issues in the experimentation and detachment process, he succeeded! With two lizard-inspired scugs on either side, this dumbass stumbled out of his can and now roams free!
Where's he going? Who knows! Maybe visiting his local group, maybe even travelling to FP's group, or just avoiding iterators all together. His lore is very loose and flexible, but it gives room to mess around with!
Anyways enough of me rambling lmao, though feel free to ask anything ab them if y'all would like :)
good grief, sorry about my constant disappearing, especially halfway through sharing the very nice commissions i made for very sweet and helpful people. well, i’m here now, so here’s number 6 of my emergency commissions from last year! this was for my beloved @stuffandsuchrqg who, believe it or not, basically asked for a scene from my fanfic, so. uh. this was a joy to make, to say the least.
so here he is, blorbus maximus in his nice pink suit at the inauguration of the aphrodite exhibit 💖 this was a breeze both because stuff was a delight to work with, and because it was right between two orders that asked for two characters, so drawing this was just... so nice. it came together very easily and i love how bright and warm it is. thank you again so much, stuff, your help and friendship are felt every day 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕
on a semi related note, money and work remain scarce, so i’ve been thinking about opening a patreon relatively soon to make more illustrations like these, as well as in other styles, take requests and offer some art help. let me know what you think? 🙏🏼
i’m scheduling some more of these right away as to not fuckin, go radio silent for a month again. hope you enjoy our handsome lad!
A dark cat raced across the forest floor, paws pounding against the moist earth. Stopping to sniff the air, the cat’s nose convulsed in disgust. A rotten smell engulfed its nostrils.
The dark grey feline, Rookpaw, begrudgingly followed the scent. He had been searching for his best friend, Daffodilpaw, who had gone missing a few days prior after leaving on a solo hunting mission. The smell was getting more pungent now, and Rookpaw could barely breathe. Pushing past a thick clump of bracken, Rookpaw froze. Laying in the dank clearing, below a canopy, was a horrific sight.
Atop a puddle of crimson blood laid Daffodilpaw’s body, with a large gash on her throat encrusted with dried ichor. the cream-furred apprentice’s underbelly was stained red with the scarlet fluid that had been oozing from the deep wound, for seeming a long time.
Staring at the corpse for what felt like moons, Rookpaw slowly backed away. Suddenly, he heard a twig snap behind him. Whipping his head around, he just barely saw a flash of pale grey fur flying at him. He felt a sharp pang of pain in his neck.
"In turbulent seas, the wind wails through the sails and the waves gurgle beneath me.. in the gallows, a shallow pool begins to fill as the ship begins to bleed. Thunder, wind, lightning, violent tides, a furious storm indeed.. if I try to swim, Poseidon would surely drag me beneath. Is there hope? Or is all hope lost? As I grab the ropes hanging from the mast, I laugh, a nervous laugh and the storm laughed back.. the night was dark, no star in the sky. Fear in my heart, clouds so loud that I could feel it in my thighs.. terror was consuming me inside, and just like that it subsided. I realized that this is what it's like to finally feel alive.. I turned side and headed straight for the eye, and a little voice said to me.. live your life in the now, cause any moment you could die. What's broken could easily become a beacon of hope, you never know until you try.. if you aren't living life then you are living a lie, if you don't try, you will never know if the tide will carry you to the sunshine on the other side."
There are storms that will threaten to destroy you but that is the nature of life.. look it in the eye with a little humor and ask, I was already dead, so how can I die? So the storms teaches you how to live life - eUë