Finally finished up some oc basefills!! These are surprisingly hard pfh, but fun !! In order this is Noctilu, Acacia, and General Hail! The latter two are v old ocs of mine that have been redesigned <3
Okay heres some bonus stuff!! I really liked how some of the lineart was done so here is the raw lineart for anyone interested + a speedpaint (?) of General Hail’s design process ! These guys were really fun to work on despite it taking me so long for no good reason ,,, heres some design notes on them all <3
Noctilu has a Lancier attached to the leather holster as he is the main fisher aboard the pirate ship he is part of
Noct’s line-wing patterns arent always visible, but some nightwing seers claim that the lines help them trace future timelines. Since Noct is a Nightwing Hybrid he wonders if those claims hold any truth
Acacia is a botanist out of the Scorpion Den ! Her bag is filled with journals, loose note paper, and writing supplies.
General Hail was hard as fuck to design guh . He is purple because I want him to be <3
Although he was part of the War of Sandwing Succession, he was born without his back leg and has had a prosthetic forever! Plus he was a very skilled fighter so most of his scars were inflicted by those he let harm him for whatever reason he had in the moment
Astrolabe I gave up on trying to redesign I’m so sorry bud. Hes Married to Noctilu (they have matching earring) and is the ships cartographer / navigator, so his quiver is actually filled with maps and scrolls. He keeps his actual astrolabe and sextant in his bags.
I didn't want to do this, especially on Christmas Day when mostly everyone is with family and/or friends enjoying the holiday or at least hopefully chilling at home, but as I've moved cross-country and am between employment, it's looking like the rental reimbursement check I'm expecting from my former property management won't arrive in time for my next bill this coming Wednesday. I've already postponed payment on a loan last week and things will continue to cascade the longer that check takes to show up. If there's any possibility any of you out there can spare some funds and I can have enough small contributions, maybe I could make the $200 I need to pay and avoid missing another bill. You can find my ko-fi page HERE, my PayPal page HERE, and if you prefer to use Venmo (which also won't take any fees from me), you can DM me for my handle. I know this is a long shot, but I'm even though I'm blessed to be spending my holidays with friends kind enough to take care of me and give me a place to stay in my new location, I'm still stressing out over money. I should be getting my reimbursement eventually, but it's a matter of timing. Thank you for your consideration and have a Merry Christmas or a happy holiday or at least some restful time off, wherever y'all are.
"Sunlow is boring they're so underdeveloped and the dynamic doesn't make sense and people only ship them cause they're gay" and then they go and rave about how Qinter is the best ship ever made
The temptation to write a little side oneshot story set in the years between the ending of Part 5 and the beginning of Part 6 where Mark has his first (and last) ever date with another guy is so strong. Because this dude is so awkward and unable to make connections like-
Date: So, what was your childhood like?
Mark: Uh. My dad killed my mom. Then himself. I ran away from home. My best friend was killed by a monster that stole his face. I hear God talking to me sometimes...
Every day I think about birbna... I used to own birds and sometimes they try to preen you even though you don't have feathers. It's like little tickly kisses. Imagine. Birbna trying to preen her favorite person.
this is a good ask.
Binah sets you in the nest she made, just for you and her, and settles in behind you. she picks and pokes at your clothes and hair, her black feathers ruffling at the wear and tear and countless injuries littering your body from the arduous journey to the Library. if it could even be called a Library anymore, filled with monsters instead of books. carefully, the distorted Arbiter plucks every speck of dirt and blood away, straightening out your attire and neatening your dusty hair. her claws scrape lightly against your skin, finding nothing to comb through and tensing in agitation until you lean against her, eyes shut as she lets out a low croon and cocoons you in her feathered wings
Binah. it's still Binah. she strokes your hair and holds you the same way, even if her form is warped and distorted. she's still Binah