#OC: nova

[serafphim]

doggy kisses denied

[tourmalinecomet]

My catbirb sona got turned into a squeaky pooltoy by @pyronicampt c:

[lukazade]

More pen sketches ; every time I draw Nox (my sona) for some reason she doesn't come out well???? I draw her all the time though??? Why is she so impossible to draw in pen???

[dizzypets]

lps ocs 2/5 !

[ghoul--doodle]

I haven’t managed to do a lot of work today but here’s one design I did make!!

[simplegenius042]

Music Monday & WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @direwombat and @josephseedismyfather

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Music for The Silver Chronicles, Life, Despair & Monsters and the terrible trio Noir, Nova and Noa, as well as an WIP for a new FC5 AU called Doll!Silva AU... I'll elaborate some more later below the cut:

Noir, Nova and Noa are a trio of sixth-generation kin whose entire purpose is to act as both an obstacle and represent the number one thing to keep in mind about the multiverse, especially while Jade Smith and Jasmine Rafiq are exploring the various worlds; everything and everyone they will come across will be unpredictable and are never as simply good and bad. Noir, Nova and Noa are both nuisances, guides, roadblocks and advisors. If Jade and Jasmine can adapt to their wacky antics, then to the three kin, the couple are ready for anything that comes their way.

"I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums Oh, what a shame that you came here with someone So while you're here in my arms Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young We're gonna die young We're gonna die young Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young!"

"Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, like we're gonna die young Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, like we're gonna die young Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, like we're gonna die young!" "Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young!"

Out of all the stories in The Silva Chronicles, I think the most tragic of them all is my Bloodborne WIP, thus far, that is. I only say this cause while WIPs like La Última En Pie, Ain't It A Joy? and How Good Is A Heist If It's Improvised? (although Silva's Hope, Call To Arms and No One's Safe At Home can qualify) are all expressively tragic and often end more bitter rather sweet, they are also kind of connected together, their previous arcs and growth following over to Silva's Hope and then ending rather hopefully in Old Dusk. Meanwhile, the Bloodborne WIP, which I shall call Hematophobia: Fear The Paleblood, is the MOST tragic and the only one I'm confident in saying has a downer ending for majority of characters, even if I keep some of it very ambiguous, like the game itself does. Yharnam and its inhabitants, are doomed to fall. The hunters get little to no peace for their duties, in fact most go mad. The Jäger siblings, Tobias and Caroline, went to Yharnam to cure Caroline of her blood disease, and in the end, one is too ignorant towards duty over family, while the other is irreversibly changed by the knowledge accumulated and all the violence and horror that was witnessed over the course of the long night, and neither will ever be able to see each other again. Splinter succeeds in killing Nigel but fails in his vows to protect others and can't rectify his mistake once he's awoken from the dream and detained by the Time Bureau Authority. In fact, with exception to Caroline's actions (although that's being too generous), mostly everyone else fails in their missions or suffer from the Monkey Paw effect, meaning a lot of everyone's actions throughout this WIP end up being all for nothing, really. It's weird that one Soulsborne WIP (this one) ends ambiguously but certainly the closest to an outright downer ending in my series, while the Elden Ring WIP (another Soulsborne game), ends up being the closest to an actual legitimate happy ending in this series (I'd say Old Dusk is the second closest to a happy ending for Silva, Azriel, Nadi, Alexander, Schrödinger, Isiah and Gemini in addition to most canon characters, though it still has a few bitterness to its overall sweetness).

"Do you realize? That you have the most beautiful face

Do you realize? We're floating in space

Do you realize? That happiness makes you cry

Do you realize? Everyone you know Someday Will die

Do you realize? Everyone you know Someday Will die!"

And lastly, let's talk about one of the little cheeky themes of Life, Despair & Monsters. That being: Connection and bonds, and how strong bonds can make and break a person. How bonds can be the greatest and worst thing. How bonds if maintained well can never shake against adversity, and if maintained poorly, or just one-sided/superficial, will result in failure. The bonds of siblings (like between Haoyu and Monika, Icarus/Hatsukami/Xavier and their family, or even Corvus and Rhaenyra and their half-siblings), the bond of lovers (Sonya and Jennifer, Guenevere and Morgana, Haoyu and Icarus), the bond of friends (Rico and Lora, Lora and Lancelot, Hatter and Marinette & Adrien) and other type of bonds are important in their success to be maintained and reinforced, lest they fall apart and are left alone. To serve as a contrast, the members of the Ruins of the Midnight Rise do not manage their bonds rather well; Malvolio is a being incapable of comprehending the importance of connection and bonds considering he originates from a wild dimension where the main consensus is "survive or die" and therefore his bonds with those around him (such as Denise, Evie and Inviticus) are more superficial rather than deeply genuine (he cries no rivers when Evie dies, only expresses disappointment that his favored creation has failed to continue living, and abandons Denise when she's proven unable to uphold her end of their accord with her lack of arms), with members like Inviticus and Impulse, and allies like Paul Yellowjack, being aware of this fact, and only keeping up their ends of this social accord to get what they want out of it. The only exception to this is Uni (or rather, the Unity) and Frederick Rosemary, the former of whom is an amalgamation of the worlds greatest Third Eye users downloaded/possessing in a mechanical monstrosity holding history and knowledge and scientific endeavors, which is something Malvolio can connect with, while the latter is unbothered by the "necessity" to do horrific things in the "name of progress" with a darkly crude sense of humor, something Malvolio finds himself flocking to the closest thing of a genuine if twisted friendship with Frederick despite his depravities. Minor note is that Denise doesn't really like the other members with exception to the Director, Evie only cares about gaining Malvolio's praise, Inviticus and Impulse only desire to hunt, and the other Displacements are enslaved by Malvolio. Sliding away from the Midnight Rise and focusing on the Occult, Aggrevor genuinely doesn't care about his fellow cultists and the relationship between the Occult and the Kin they want to bring back and worship is explicitly either one-sided or mutually abusive. Haoyu, Icarus, Sonya and the others are able to rise above their enemies due to learning to secure and keep their bonds strong with mutual respect and genuine friendship, even when they are all at their lowest point in the journey.

"We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise 'til we fall They say we got no-no-no-no future at all They wanna ke-ke-keep us out Can't hold us down anymore We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise 'til we fall

When we hit the bottom, nothing gonna stop us Climb to the top with you We could be the greatest, ones who never made it Yeah, I could be talking to you They tryna hate, hate, hate But we won't change, change anything at all, oh We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise 'til we fall

They think we're just dropouts Living at out mom's house Parents must be so proud They know it all No, they don't speak out language They say we're too savage, yeah No, no, we don't give a- anymore

We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise 'til we fall We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise 'til we fall No, they don't speak out language They say we're too savage, yeah No, no, we don't give a- anymore We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise 'til we fall

They say we're goin' no-no-no-no-no-no-nowhere But what they don't know, know, know is that we don't, don't care We're gon' keepin' on, keepin' on goin' 'til we can't go no more We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise 'til we fall, yeah!"

And here's the WIP snippet for my newest FC5 AU for Silva... Doll!Silva AU, inspired by Bloodborne yet again, but this time, neglecting the werewolves and gothic horror for just the existential and lovecraftian horror with the main focus being on the altered Gehrman and Plain Doll dynamic (old badass mentor appears physically weak with only the human-sized and somehow magically alive doll of his equally badass pupil to take care of him but he feels self-hatred and guilt for making her every time he looks at her due her having more subjectively traditionally feminine and obedient qualities which misses the qualities that the original alive woman had in the first place and is nothing more but the physical manifestation of his shame and mistakes), but with Silva and Paul instead. And in Hope County. So here's Mary May (in contribution to... ahem, Mary MAY) coming across the spitting image of a rookie deputy who is supposed to be dead but yet is alive in front of her and very off-putting and different from before she maybe died(?). Read below:

Mary shut off the radio, much to Drew's complaints, shaking her head as she continued to drive them back to Fall's End, which was a long ride away while in the Henbane.

But shutting up her yapping brother and that irritating music wasn't enough to escape the topic of the cult; they passed a multitude of billboards and signs of Eden's Gate propaganda.

In the span of two years, they've spread like an infection across the county's three regions. And yet, the Henbane seems to have gone through the most changes. Especially with the introduction of those batches of white flowers.

Flowers that either make you high or nauseous when going too close to it, Mary snarled in her mind, How is that NOT considered a health issue, or extremely dangerous? Why haven't the Sheriff's Department actually done anything about that yet?

She remembered Deputy Omar seemed keen on tackling a potential investigation, probably one of the few deputies who actually took the cult's growing influence with serious consideration, much like her father...

Not like it matters much now, considering the funeral last week.

Such a reminder made Mary huff, taking a swift glance to Drew in the passenger seat. Her little brother was quiet, looking out the window, trying to read whatever were on the billboards they passed. Most likely the cult's, since she picked him up from the Convent.

Her grip tightened on the leathery wheel. She hoped Ma and Pa could talk some sense into Drew. She could see how curious he was about the cult, and she was so afraid of how far they hot their claws in him. She hoped he could be dissuaded by seeing how bad Eden's Gate had effected business at the Spread Eagle.

She couldn't fathom the feeling of losing a family member. Not like how Paul had recently. Considering she hasn't seen him since a little after the funeral when he came to the Spread Eagle, she was certain he wasn't doing well.

That was a pain she wasn't going to let happen to her family. Not now, and especially not by the cult.

She opened her mouth to say something to Drew; to let him know he can talk to her, that his older sister is just worried for him, that she loves and cherishes him just as Ma and Pa do, even if they are a little hard on him. To affirm to him that he can turn to them for anything. Better than the cult could possibly do.

However, no such words leave her mouth as she spotted something out on the side of the road.

Her gaze locked on to a crouching figure adorned in black as the truck passed them, a little way on the side of the road, way too close to those pale flowers that the cult owned.

Does this person not know about the flowers? she pondered briefly, as it seemed to be the only reasonable explanation considering how new those flowers are. They certainly didn't appear to be a Peggie, usually the cult were adorned in white, browns and sometimes an occasional red and black. Never just... black.

Regardless, while watching from her rear view mirror, Mary watched in abject horror how the person - a woman, she was sure now - picked a flower out and curiously brought it closer to her face.

Not a moment longer, Mary slammed her foot down on the breaks, much to Drew's shock, swerving to park on the side of the road as she unbuckled her seat belt and practically hopped out of the truck once she opened the door without further elaboration.

She urgently ran towards the black-clad woman who held the flower up to her nose. The woman still hadn't noticed her yet. There was something familiar about her to Mary, but she couldn't fathom what it was; the dark hair or the silvery white flowing down the braid tail behind her.

It didn't matter; she had to get the woman away from the flowers.

"Hey!" she shouted towards the stranger, gaining closer, "Stop!"

Her shouts seemed to alarm the woman, causing her to lift her head away from the flower and towards Mary's approaching figure.

Once she gained close enough to be a few big steps from coming up to the woman, Mary states, "You need to get away from those flowers-"

Her words caught in her throat as the woman stood up from her crouched position. There were a total number of three thoughts that crashed Mary's brain.

Her first thought being, Oh, she's TALL. With how the woman loomed over her, and the way she had to tilt her head down to reach eye contact with Mary. A part of Mary wanted to claim the woman was eight feet tall. Perhaps it wouldn't be quite an exaggeration, but reasonably the woman had to be at least a little over seven feet.

The second thought was focused on what the woman was wearing; obviously it was a modest knee-length black dress (the hem of which seemed to reach a bit more below the knees), dark gloves with leathery knee-high boots that successfully covered the rest of the woman's legs. Even her neck was covered by an ascot of some kind. She also adorned a laced veil or shawl over her dark and silvery hair, with a large comb fixed in her braided hair. Every inch of the woman's body, with exception to her face, didn't allow any skin to show off.

She looks like she came back from a funeral, is the impression Mary got.

But the final thought was what truly had Mary staring at the stranger's face in a state of shock. Except, it wasn't a stranger's face she was looking at.

It can't be, Mary struggled to contextualize the impossibility of what or rather who she was in front of her. Skin that held a dark complexion. The faint scarring from a time before entering Hope County. Chapped lips that hadn't been healing for long since arriving to the county. And although her eyes weren't as dull or grey as they should have been, the silver that practically illuminated from those rings around her pupils were not far off from the color she did possess.

Mary wondered if the nearby pale flowers were messing with her mind, their sweet and citrus smell not too far off. Because how else could she rationalize seeing a dead woman standing in front of her.

Though the more she stared at her, the more she her head pounded, her blue eyes blinking as it felt like her retinas burned, and how ill she felt from just standing near her.

It had to be those flowers that were causing such a reaction out of her. Although that didn't explain why the woman in front of her didn't appear to even be as effected by them as she should be. After all, she practically had one of those flowers up to her face, and here Mary was struggling to stand by being a couple steps away from the batch.

"Are you alright, señorita?" the woman asked in a clear and non-slurring tone, with such a familiar voice that held the same purr of the accent that had Mary almost shamelessly swoon when she first heard it, and fuck, did that not sound like her voice.

She could practically remember like it was yesterday, even if it was a little over last week, answering the woman - the deputy's - questions in regards to the cult.

There was no way to get a confirmation without forcing her tongue to form the words and ask the one question that she most certainly knows the answer to.

"I'm fine," she said all too quickly, her words struggling to form properly as her mind withered at the sight of this spitting image of someone she knew and saw on a regular occurrence, "It's just- who are you? What's your name?"

She could hear Drew's steps come closer, but she couldn't focus on that now, even if it was more bearable than focusing on the woman before her, who's very appearance both made her want to collapse from the confusion of it all and yet also hurl from the mixing scents of sweet citruses, sharp woodwork, nature and decay. She blamed that particular response on those flowers though.

The woman before her tilted her head curiously, unblinking, even if the first thing she should be asking was who Mary was, or the approaching Drew, or why Mary shouted to her to stop and get away from the pale flowers, or any number of questions that wouldn't make such a interaction feel even more off than it already was.

Instead, the woman, a mirror of the dead rookie deputy Mary attended the funeral for a week ago, merely gives her a polite smile, and bows her head slightly in greeting and responds to her question with an answer that Mary feared to hear.

"I am Silva. Caretaker of Paul, mi... padre," she tells a disbelieving Mary, her silver eyes glinting with familiarity as she adds, "It is a pleasure to see you again, Señorita Fairgrave."

[marzely]

I was cleaning out my screenshots and found this Shane meme and automatically knew it was meant for the Merc from Remember You Will Die by @vapolis

So enjoy Nova saying this gleefully probably to Royal or Dante with her signature smirk.

[grollow]

this was drawn with references, but i'm really proud of her hair so you all get to see it

princess novastella vox stellavis, or nova demasi

[xanthouransong]

Nova

Continuing to do tiny headshots of my OCs

[thelemonsnek]

[id: a digitally drawn ref sheet of a human oc, Nova. Nova is a white person with orange hair, kept up in a bun. Their entire left side is mechanical, replaced with brass. They wear a brown vest with a hood on it, a long grey skirt, tall brown boots, and have three knives and two starmaps on their belt. In the first drawing, they stand on the defense, knives at the ready as they glare out. In the second drawing, they hold a tiny grey rat with a mechanical tail up to their face, smiling as it grabs their nose. In the final drawing, they stand neutrally, looking off to the side. The rat now sits on their shoulder. The background has several planets and stars, mimicking a starmap. End id]

Nova ref finished!! Nova A. Havoc is the navigations officer for the Supernovic Remnants. Mess with their maps and you're dead. Mess with their rat, Beau Bonnie, and you'll wish you were dead

Nova was mechanized after having half their body blasted away by a plasma canon, right at the culmination of their bloody vengeance against their militaristic country that brainwashed them and their partner, Fletcher, into war. Unwilling to let either of them die, the already mechanized Zinc took Nova and Fletcher to Constance, demanding that she immortalize both of them too

[megalophobic-astronomer]

first few references done in prep fer artfight ✌️🦭

[serafphim]

[tillytilli]

realized i havent drawn them this year so i had to fix it!!

[lukazade]

More pen scribbling,,, getting comfortable with it now but the pen is gonna run out soon 💔

[soumic]

I feel like I haven't posted in a while even though I've been drawing a ton, but it's because I've been quietly chugging away on a new OC project and I've been too shy to share until now >.< So much planning worldbuilding and visdev to do....

But! I finally feel like showing off the preliminary designs for two of the main characters, Nova (he/him)(the blue one) and Kaz (he/she)(the green one). They're mecha pilots in a competitive sports league where teams go head to head to prove their engineering and piloting skillz. There's a lot of other characters too but they're still trapped in the visdev mines

The hard part of the design process is still ahead of me OTL (logo design my beloathed...) but I hope I can get some proper refs made for them soon! I really like them, so I'm looking forward to sharing more as I go!!

[high-voltage-rat]

Another round of my late submissions to RvB OC week!

Day 2: Red Team/Blue Team

After their daring escape from the Mother of Invention, former Agents Alberta and Nova Scotia- now just Ali and Kris again- found themselves stuffed in amongst the rank and file of simulation troopers in training. They ended up repainting their armour, hacking into the personnel database, and installing themselves in under the false identities of Amanda Jamitinya and Alotta Fujyna... names that, when questioned, they simply said were ones they wrote as jokes on their enlistment paperwork and now couldn't change.

Stranded in a remote outpost with no way to escape that wouldn't also raise suspicion about their survival, and believing they would be targets of the O.N.I. should they attempt to return to society, Ali and Kris instead elected to take the path of least resistance and act like truly incompetent sim troopers. Just the absolute worst to ever do it. This incredible incompetency attracted the interest of Agent Florida, who added them to the teams being posted in Blood Gulch. In the interest of bolstering the stalemate and lack of open combat between teams, they were placed on opposite sides- Kris on blue, Ali on red. However, their armour had been repainted purple, spawning infinite debates about whether or not the colour belonged to blue team or red team.

(Picrew link: x) (Note that Kris' armour main colour is meant to be black, which is not an available customization colour in Halo 3 and beyond. Bungie had to nerf her and Tex because they were too powerful.)

It didn't take them long to figure out what the true purpose of Blood Gulch was. Given his name, they were acutely aware who- or what- Church was. Given that they didn't know Florida, and he only ever referred to himself as Captain Flowers, they didn't know for certain he was a Freelancer, but very much suspected he was the one reporting back to Command. They remained on edge in the canyon until he died, after which they relaxed significantly and began to regain some semblance of enjoyment in life.

Kris planted a garden outside blue base, growing fruits and vegetables that she guarded fiercely. Ali made a game of stealing from it, using that as the cover story for why they spent an inordinate amount of time over at blue base. The pair likewise regularly stole snacks from Grif's stash, something Simmons noticed but turned a blind eye to only because Ali told him they were doing it to "improve their in with the enemy for better spying capability". They played pranks on each others' teams, met up in the caves to hang out, and just chilled. For a time, they had peace again.

When the events of the Blood Gulch Chronicles occurred, and Agent Texas arrived at the canyon, they returned to stress mode. That is, of course, until Tex informed them both that she knew who they were and didn't care. Given that Tex had a biosynthetic body the two has contributed to the design of, they were both acutely aware that she was an AI- so long as they kept their mouths shut, she would too. Wyoming, on the other hand, luckily didn't know them.

They pretty much allowed things to progress as normal in the BGC, with the pair assisting in fighting O'Malley- who they modified their armour and neural interfaces to keep from possessing them- in order to keep their teams safe. Ali helped Sarge build Tex and Church's new bodies, though he failed to inform her about the additions he'd installed while she was otherwise occupied until it was far too late. Kris joins Tucker and the crew on the great journey, mostly out of distrust for Crunchbite, and is pretty much just waiting for a reason to kill the alien the entire journey. When all hell breaks loose in Season 5, Ali helps Doc deliver Tucker's baby, the cousins manage the tech side of the plans to entrap O'Malley, and when the army of Wyomings attack, they finally cut loose and actually use their combat skills for the first time in years.

None of these efforts change the inevitable, of course- and when everyone is transferred out of Blood Gulch, Kris and Ali ignore their orders to move to Rat's Nest, instead pretending their orders were to move to Outpost 48-A alongside Church. Because this outpost has no red base, and their days of even pretending to care about the red vs. blue conflict are over, Ali simply moves into the same base as the blues. This is where they're found at the beginning of Reconstruction by Caboose and Wash- who the group is not particularly pleased to see. The events of that encounter can be read at the following link: