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Reblog if it's OK for other artists to draw your OCs

Sometimes I get too timid to send asks to ask. I want to see how many people are ok with artists drawing their OCs!

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Eirene, or Moon as we know her. Was adopted by her grandmother, or Gram, when she was 5. Her grandma was a world famous botanist, and the reason Moon followed in her footsteps. Always outside, the small albino was often seen covered in dirt, with sticks and leaves braided into her long white hair. This never stopped the small girl, however. How could she be afraid of dirt, bugs and critters if she was going to be just like Gram when she grew up!?

The rowdy girl was quite the handful to keep a hold on, always quick to run off the moment a strange new leaf or plant caught her eye, quickly followed by her shoving said plant into her Grams face with a avalanche of questions. Which she always enjoyed answering, proud of her little botanist to be.

Her dear Grandmother wished she could show even a crumb of this excitment towards other people. Antisocial, the albino would much rather spend her time in the swamps, hunting down new critters and plants, then have a single play date with another child.

This habit stayed well into adulthood, and while it left little time for friends, Moon had quickly climbed to the top of her industry.

PS

Please ignore my messy spelling! omg, im dyslexic as heck, and when im writing notes on my sketches, it's so feverish that they are hardly ever coherent XD

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Going to be heading to the airport for another long day of travel! If you have any doodle requests of my little guys, feel free to leave an ask! 💕

Actually going to be stuck in the airport on a 4 hour layover if any of yall have any doodle request of my ocs! Be it interactions or questions about them or whatever! Im bored as hell and will be doodling for a while! 💕

Working on a decent lineup atm to show off each of my current Yautja, (more coming spon, including big ladies~ 👀 )

So far we have

Cr'iehg - Leader and largest/oldest of our troup. Thick scars adorn his crest as well as his chest that he proudly shows off. A brute with a brain that rivals his raw power. Usually the one to bail his more...reckless brothers out of situations. Fun fact, the scars that litter his chest come from a large female that he is mated too.

Ki'moi - Smart and clever, this hunter is less interested in the brutal act of hunting and more so the collecting of rare and interesting trophies. Don't let this fool you, this silent and agile Yautja is still a natural talent when he puts forth the effort. The problem is getting the sarcastic and snide hunter to put forth said effort. Skilled as a strategist, usually sends his brothers into the battle while he directs and plans from the shadows. Also known to tease and trick his younger brothers, usually out of boredom.

Yau'nii- The youngest and smallest Yautja in the troup. This absolute tank is proud and relentless in battle. Easily able to use his broad short stature to take down those taller than him, the hunter is normally one to head straight in with a roar! Though he doesn't seem to shine in the strategist area like Ki'moi, he works great with his team, following instructions to the T and easily thinking on his feet during a fight. Out of battle, Yau'nii is known to peacock around, very aware of his impressive stature, vane, and has a very curious mind that often leads to trouble.

Dar'cii - A soft meat, and Ooman. One normally left for hunts was found by our troup of Yautja on a ship they crossed paths with during their travel. The ooman vessel had been overrun by Hard Meats, Xenomorph. By the looks of it, the creatures had taken over the ship months prior to the hunters' discovery. Not ones to pass up a challenge, the 3 worked through the ship, taking down and collecting trophies along the way, until they found something strange deeper within the belly of the ship. A perimeter had been set, lined with corpses of the aliens, traps they had to make their way around. After carefully treading through the surprisingly impressive territory, they found not just an ooman but a small suckling. The thing had been damaged, a mute, unable to speak, but defect and size aside, he had survived on his own, protecting himself with his ooman tricks. Unable to ignore such potential and honest curiosity, they took him, originally as a pet, the suckling proved intelligent. Dar'cii picked up on their language quickly, though he could not speak. Through much trial and tribulation, communication was made via learned hand gestures. After that, the speed at which he learned their customs and technology was staggering. By the time the suckling had grown into an ooman man, he was part of the troup, though still seen as a mear pet to the rest of there tribe. Dar'cii is a smug thing, tall for a soft meat, but agile and quick, always quick on his feet, and even quicker with his banter. The ooman takes any and every chance to outsmart his brothers. When in a hunt, he specializes in traps and distractions. He is often seen in a mask that helps with breathing and his sight on alien planets, making up for his weaker senses. The mask resembles a xenomorph, a momento for how his brothers found him, surrounded by his honorable collection. Out of battle, the hunter can be found lazily lounging about amongst the larger females. They find him cute and enjoy spoiling him. Like that of a lap pet. As frustrating as it is to be seen as something so feeble, he enjoys the attention, and coming home to his brothers to flaunt the collection of female scents was something he always took pride in.

Moon - A renound botanist to her people, the albino woman was rescued from a chryo pod on the same ship Darci was rescued from. Frozen in time and asleep for 15 years. The pod had broken, and it was Ki'moi that had taken her as a pretty trophy, endlessly tinkering and trying to open the contraption. Then, one day, he does, bringing the new pet into their lives. The small frail ooman is a bundle of nerves, antisocial, and skittish. She holds no self-preservation, it would seem, clumsily stumbling around and flinching at every sound. She seemed to have a ravenous curiosity when it came to biodiversity in plants, the only time she couldn't seem to stop chittering and talking. A curiosity to the troup. The Yautja pick up on the woman's language most of the time with the shotty translators they have, but the female is left in the dark as far as communication goes more often than naught. She mostly has to go off of body language and expression, which is rough considering she seems to struggle with eye contact with others of her kind, let alone giant lizard people. During hunts, the albino is left locked away, out of hunts during travel. The strange aliens like to pass her around, like children fighting over a new pet. Often getting into terrifying brawls over who gets to have her in their giant laps. Both seemed very curious. The ooman amongst them, she had frantically tried to communicate with apon realizing, only to be snubbed. Dar'cii seems indifferent to the ooman, if not a bit rude and distant too. Odd.

OK LOL SORRY FOR THE MESSY LITTLE BIOS! I wrote these up while waiting for a coffee order, I hope they help! 💕

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Had a request for more !TinyDar'cii being raised by our little group of fools.

In the first few weeks, they don't really know what to do with the suckling. It keeps working its way out of the cages and rooms. So Cr'iehg tossed it into the nest. It's comfortable and deep enough to where the small pest can't crawl out.

This doesnt stop him from trying though. From the moment the trio leave in the morning till the evening when they come back, the ooman paces, and desperatly tries to scramble out. Yau'nii takes every chance he can to come curiously trill and watch the little ooman. Curious to what new tactic it has for escape, also to toss it some food here and there.

Ki'moi stops in to tease the creature, quick to push them back into the hole anytime they get too close. The hunter is not aposed to easily pushing the tiny flawless fingers off the edge of the nest, laughing when he tumbles back down.

After the first few weeks, Cr'iehg finds the two are far to distracted by the ooman, unable to trust them to watch him, or to leave him unattended, the leader takes to carrying the ooman suckling around with him. What started as him throwing the small thing over his shoulder ended up with the creature scrambling up his back and latching onto the base of his dreads. The thing had a grip as well. Deciding that it was better then nothing the hunter went about his work, experimenting, repairing, anything that needed him, all the while the wide watchful golden orbs on his back seemed to silently absorb anything and everything the giant did.

The perching became a regular thing for the ooman. The higher vantage also seemed to annoy Ki'moi, which brought much joy to our little ooman.

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Working on finalizing these idiots.

Still not sure im happy with the outfits and helmets quite yet, but it's progress! Def happy with the base body types and expressions!

Love how happy Yau'nii is to show off his scars. Be ready to listen to every story in detail.

Again.

Cr'iehg and Ki'moi sure are.

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Wanted to doodle when Dar'cii was found!

Our 3 Yautja found the little ooman surrounded by an array of strange traps as well as hard meat corpses that fell to said traps. After a few hours of tracking the creature, the troup cornered him, amused when such a small being met them with not fear, but a slew of angry glares and silent aggression.

Deciding not to leave the strange suckling behind, Cr'iehg took him as a trophy, wanting to study the strange ooman. He soon proved more trouble than he was worth. Quickly showing a curiosity for their tech, breaking out of cages and rooms within the day, finding any and all gadgets he could get his little paws on.

Within a few months, he had figured out how to initiate the computers, pulling up holograms, one including the blueprint to the ship. Those strange golden eyes seemed to always be watching, learning.

Reprimanding the suckling for stealing his gauntlet again, Cr'iehg was surprised to hear a slew of familiar snarls and clicks, the mute pushing air through his blunt teeth and clicking his own tongue to mimic some crude Yautja curses.

It seemed it wasn't just there tech he was paying attention too. No doubt such rude words had been picked up from Ki'moi and Yau'nii's sparing sessions.

Amused, the large hunter decided to see how well the smaller could learn. If he could curse at him, surely he could learn to communicate properly, and what the defective suckling couldn't voice, he could substitute for simple hand signs.

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My wife asked how the sleeping arrangements were on the ship when our Yautja traveled together.

They have one main nest that they share, indented in the floor and lined with furs and leaves.

Cr'iehg usually sleeps with Dar'cii tucked under his arm, after a bit of struggling the ooman gives up and passes out, secretly enjoying the warmth the giant hunter provides.

Yau'nii is a sprawled, usually having his legs kicked out and his arms spread out, quick to snatch and curl around anything that gets to close. Moon made this mistake often and usually ends up passed out on the snoring mans chest, the heafty purrs that rumble through his broad chest a lullaby that drags her into sleep.

Ki'moi, not really being a touchy person normally, and the ever selfish Yautja, tends to be the last to sleep, waiting for the brute to pass out before sneaking over and slipping the pale ooman from his brothers grip. Taking his place on the opposite side of the nest, he curls around his prize, admiring her freaky little ooman features and soft assets.

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-----Furry/Beastars AU-----

Moon the leopard Gecko

-A botanist and a nutritionalist!

-takes pride in her fat tail, makes sure to make sure her diet is balanced and perfect for growing a plump tasty tail.

-Sells her tail on the black market for a pretty penny every few months. Sense she can drop it, and it grows back, No harm done, right?

-Favorite food is Bug Smoothies

Kimoi the Manedwolf

-A surgeon

-Horrible bed side manner, but damn good at what he does, so he gets away with being a dick.

- Has a bad habit of snapping/clicking his teeth when irritated. It's not really a great habit for a preditor to have in this world, especially one that is a doctor.

-Stumbles into the black market with some friends one night and gets his first taste of meat on accident.

Darci is a Tiger

- Mechanic/Electrician/Handyman

-Childhood friends with Kimoi, Ex partner and the one that gets him to try meat in the black market.

- Vane and confident, Darci takes great care of himself. On his arm, he bleaches little roses between his stripes. He used to on both arms, but after an accident, he has a scar that takes up that place now.

- Always one for a quick comment, any chance he gets, losing his ability to talk, didn't change this. Now, his colorful language is communicated via Sign Language.

Some additional doodles!

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As of late, Moon has been allowed the freedom to explore the ship during travel. Cr'iehg decided it would be more productive than having her be a distraction on the main deck. What could a small soft meat possibly mess up anyways?

Occasionally, during her exploration, she finds the smallest of the alien group meandering around, seemingly fixing things and collecting supplies for... something?

This one was off, different than the others. She couldn't tell exactly, but he almost seemed human. Their skin seemed less rough, lacked scales, and he was easily 2 heads or smaller than the guy with the bun.

She wanted a closer look, but every time she got close, the strange blonde and black haired man would crowd her space, click a few sounds, and then snort before stalking off. He was the only one who seemed to show true disinterest in her, almost passive aggressively.

Hm.

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A quick doodle from the airport I finally got a chance to post! Sorry it's so messy, I'll try and clean them up in the future!

Wanted to get some Dar'cii interactions with Moon. So enjoy~

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Cr'iehg found the little Ooman hiding on his ship again. It must have been cold because even from across the room, he could see the female shivering. He had given Ki'moi and Yau'nii full responsibility for the new pet they had taken in. Annoyed at the lack of thought the two seemed to have for the thin-skinned creature, he turned to leave but stopped short, curiously looking over his shoulder. There was no honor in leaving such a pathetic creature under their care to shiver itself to sleep. If it was under the care of his brothers, as the leader, in turn, the female was under his care.

How troublesome. The thought had the mighty hunter glancing to a fur on the wall, only to rip it down in one effortless tug. It would do.

Tossing the fur onto the smaller, he chuffed something he knew she would not understand, refusing to look at her as large pink eyes stared up at him, confused. After a few moments, she muttered something his translator told him was a meek thanks. Much to his displeasure, the small gesture of providing for a female made the proud male stand a bit taller, chest puffed.

Hmm.

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Actually going to be stuck in the airport on a 4 hour layover if any of yall have any doodle request of my ocs! Be it interactions or questions about them or whatever! Im bored as hell and will be doodling for a while! 💕

Working on a decent lineup atm to show off each of my current Yautja, (more coming spon, including big ladies~ 👀 )

So far we have

Cr'iehg - Leader and largest/oldest of our troup. Thick scars adorn his crest as well as his chest that he proudly shows off. A brute with a brain that rivals his raw power. Usually the one to bail his more...reckless brothers out of situations. Fun fact, the scars that litter his chest come from a large female that he is mated too.

Ki'moi - Smart and clever, this hunter is less interested in the brutal act of hunting and more so the collecting of rare and interesting trophies. Don't let this fool you, this silent and agile Yautja is still a natural talent when he puts forth the effort. The problem is getting the sarcastic and snide hunter to put forth said effort. Skilled as a strategist, usually sends his brothers into the battle while he directs and plans from the shadows. Also known to tease and trick his younger brothers, usually out of boredom.

Yau'nii- The youngest and smallest Yautja in the troup. This absolute tank is proud and relentless in battle. Easily able to use his broad short stature to take down those taller than him, the hunter is normally one to head straight in with a roar! Though he doesn't seem to shine in the strategist area like Ki'moi, he works great with his team, following instructions to the T and easily thinking on his feet during a fight. Out of battle, Yau'nii is known to peacock around, very aware of his impressive stature, vane, and has a very curious mind that often leads to trouble.

Dar'cii - A soft meat, and Ooman. One normally left for hunts was found by our troup of Yautja on a ship they crossed paths with during their travel. The ooman vessel had been overrun by Hard Meats, Xenomorph. By the looks of it, the creatures had taken over the ship months prior to the hunters' discovery. Not ones to pass up a challenge, the 3 worked through the ship, taking down and collecting trophies along the way, until they found something strange deeper within the belly of the ship. A perimeter had been set, lined with corpses of the aliens, traps they had to make their way around. After carefully treading through the surprisingly impressive territory, they found not just an ooman but a small suckling. The thing had been damaged, a mute, unable to speak, but defect and size aside, he had survived on his own, protecting himself with his ooman tricks. Unable to ignore such potential and honest curiosity, they took him, originally as a pet, the suckling proved intelligent. Dar'cii picked up on their language quickly, though he could not speak. Through much trial and tribulation, communication was made via learned hand gestures. After that, the speed at which he learned their customs and technology was staggering. By the time the suckling had grown into an ooman man, he was part of the troup, though still seen as a mear pet to the rest of there tribe. Dar'cii is a smug thing, tall for a soft meat, but agile and quick, always quick on his feet, and even quicker with his banter. The ooman takes any and every chance to outsmart his brothers. When in a hunt, he specializes in traps and distractions. He is often seen in a mask that helps with breathing and his sight on alien planets, making up for his weaker senses. The mask resembles a xenomorph, a momento for how his brothers found him, surrounded by his honorable collection. Out of battle, the hunter can be found lazily lounging about amongst the larger females. They find him cute and enjoy spoiling him. Like that of a lap pet. As frustrating as it is to be seen as something so feeble, he enjoys the attention, and coming home to his brothers to flaunt the collection of female scents was something he always took pride in.

Moon - A renound botanist to her people, the albino woman was rescued from a chryo pod on the same ship Darci was rescued from. Frozen in time and asleep for 15 years. The pod had broken, and it was Ki'moi that had taken her as a pretty trophy, endlessly tinkering and trying to open the contraption. Then, one day, he does, bringing the new pet into their lives. The small frail ooman is a bundle of nerves, antisocial, and skittish. She holds no self-preservation, it would seem, clumsily stumbling around and flinching at every sound. She seemed to have a ravenous curiosity when it came to biodiversity in plants, the only time she couldn't seem to stop chittering and talking. A curiosity to the troup. The Yautja pick up on the woman's language most of the time with the shotty translators they have, but the female is left in the dark as far as communication goes more often than naught. She mostly has to go off of body language and expression, which is rough considering she seems to struggle with eye contact with others of her kind, let alone giant lizard people. During hunts, the albino is left locked away, out of hunts during travel. The strange aliens like to pass her around, like children fighting over a new pet. Often getting into terrifying brawls over who gets to have her in their giant laps. Both seemed very curious. The ooman amongst them, she had frantically tried to communicate with apon realizing, only to be snubbed. Dar'cii seems indifferent to the ooman, if not a bit rude and distant too. Odd.

OK LOL SORRY FOR THE MESSY LITTLE BIOS! I wrote these up while waiting for a coffee order, I hope they help! 💕

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The way you show emotions on the yautja features is just lovely

Thank you so much!

Expression work is actually my absolute favorite thing about drawing, and was my number one concern and worry when I started doodling these, not so little guys! Im actually working on a little personality expression sheet for each of my Yautja at the moment to really explore how I want them to emote while still keeping them in character for the species!

(HOPEFULLY LOL, RIP WISH ME LUCK!)

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Having a lot of fun figuring out how to draw these Yautja's homies. Not gunna lie its been really nice seeing all these lovely alien lovers liking my little doodle dumps! Thank you so much! If any of yall have any questions or requests for interactions between any of my characters, feel free to make suggestions! Im also super new to drawing them, I drew my first one not even 3 days ago, lol. So if you have any tips, those are also appreciated!

Can't wait to doodles more interactions of Moon figuring out what the hell she has gotten herself into~

They seem just as eager to get a closer look at the new soft meat as well 👀

More doodles coming SOON!

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Cr'iehg, the leader of this troup of Yautja, finally returns, just in time to find something small and new on his ship, hiding behind one of his brothers. The scent instantly gave it away.

Another Ooman. This one, a female.

This one is the largest yet. What on Earth had Moon gotten herself into? The air goes silent, aside from the few growling clicks that roll from the bohemith as it crouches down to inspect her, sunken icey blue eyes narrowing as she trembled under that unwavering, inquisitive gaze.

Aw geeze.

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Moon was on a ship far, far from her home, planet earth.

The albino was a renound botanist that specialized in the plant life of (hopefully) her new home, a planet far from anything she had ever known. She had been in chryo sleep for a long time now, sleeping through years of silent travel, even a xenomorph attack that killed a large percentage of her fellow sleeping travelers. Thankfully a group of Yautja had handled the infestation alongside a handful of survivors, though helping the humans was not something theyvhad intended. Hunting the strange black sleek creatures had been something they just couldn't pass up.

After the last Xenomorph had fallen, one particular Yautja was tasked with destroying the ship, any trace of the pests, ooman and Xeno alike. While setting the ship to blow, something had caught his narrowed gaze.

A fair skinned ooman, peacfully slumbering in a little tube.

Without meaning too, he found himself standing before the strange small creature, eyes scanning over ger curiously. The hunter had never seen such a soft meat before. Her skin fare, almost as pale as the short white scruff of hair framing its sleeping face.

'....'

Without thinking, the hunter ejected the pod from its basket, and ripped it up, deciding that the strange ooman would be his new trophy, maybe even a pet. Something nice to look at during their travel. Worse case scenario, if it's a mess, her skull would be a nice addition to his wall.

Years pass, and the hunter struggles to open the chryo chamber. Much to the very pridefull Yautja's annoyance. It seemed to have jammed when he ripped it out. Thankfully, it still functioned, however, keeping the creature inside healthy and alive. One early morning, tinkering with the horrible machine, a large hiss suddenly sounds, causing him to jump up. It was open, the ooman stirring with a drowzy groan.

He did it. The shitty container opened!

Without a thought, the hunter roars in victory, throwing his arms up and letting the last 15 years of his brother's taunting melt away. Their doubt was now for nothing, for he had proved them wrong.

Turning around to claim his prize, the beast froze, a shocked growl rolling in his chest as he stood to his full height. A wave of annoyance imidiatly crosses his strange face.

The pale figure he had been so hellbent on getting to, was gone.

Without hesitating, he let out another monstrous roar, grabbed his weapons, and flew from the room in a fit of heavy stomps, surprisingly swift for one so massive, determined to drag his trophy back.

Dead or alive.

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Some doodles of Moon stumbling through the jungle, unknowingly being trailed by a curious and equally irritated Yautja.

Maybe the pathetic soft meat would be interesting to keep around...for now.

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My oc Darci spread across a few different AUs! Also featuring a few Kimoi and Moon doodles uvu

I love him so much!

Darci is probably one of my favorites to draw, he's just so cute lol.

Some facts!

-Only son of 6 children. 2 older sisters and 3 younger

-A HUGE mama's boy

-Raised by his mom and grandpa

-Childhood Bff with Kimoi

-An electrician / mechanic

-Built his own Motorcycle with Kim

-Partially Deaf and mute after accident, fluent in ASL (if scars are present assume deaf/mute 💕 )

Darci and Kimoi met at a park in the 90s! Kimoi was sent to socialize and keep out of his parents' shop, and Darci was dumped there by his older sisters while they went shopping in town. Ohhhh the 90s.