#attis OCs

[tea-and-tickles]

OK!! since i have the loveliest followers this side of tumblr, here are my three main OCs !!

fun fact about aella, in their conception they were actually my self-insert my little pony OC that i ran an ask blog floor (and you can pry that URL out of my cold, dead hands) but then i transed my gender and also just changed as a person, so now they’re their own person! they r my first OC and so very special to me… happy to share them with y’all <3

and now from the same universe but a diff storyline:

foster! he is a character i originally conceived of in a short comic i made based on the song ‘lone star’ by the front bottoms (she looked me dead in the eyes and said/‘hey brian, if you still believe in the lord above/get on your hands and knees and pray for us’) as you can imagine… used to be called brian lol. originally a priest but much like aella he evolved over time and became his own guy

anddd apollo! foster’s boyfriend! the t4t couple ever. he originates from the same aforementioned comic. canonically he works at the same tattoo/piercing shop as aella but aella is not super relevant to his story, that’s more for me lol. apollo is very much a foil to foster and is also foster’s fire tbh… they love each other SO MUCH i love writing about them ok.

feel free to ask ab them if you want to know more, but trust me when i say ppl demonstrating interest in them at all made my heart SO full!!!!

[m-m-m-myysurana]

A meeting on the turret stairs with extra WLW yearning, inspired by THIS absolutely bewitching little fic @musingmycelium gifted to @antivan-beau. I had absolutely no choice but to paint it!

Happy OC kiss week to you both!!!

[chalkscrub]

they drawing

[francarieq]

oc posting?!?! ✮ (the images + details under cut!!)

OC NAMES GUYS!! — i wrote some songs i based the art out of in the alt text!!! <- please i’m so normal abt these guys i am i swear

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Arthur Nevi Lewis (slicked back brown hair w highlightss)

Vira Cori Andreas (pretty brunette w red lipstick….she’s my mom she just doesn;t know it yet)

Elliot Kim Cheong (curly black hair w pearl earrings)

Timothy “Tim” Neil Seabury (brown haired w glasses)

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they’re all just rlly rich lawyers who come from old money😔 setting’s in — 1997 NYC !!

[occasionallysiren]

pure fluff cause im just that nice <3 /silly

"You have gills," Captain says softly in the tentative quiet of their quarters. Pyrite groans mumbles something unintelligible into their neck, still half asleep.

They're both curled up in Captain's hammock--they had insisted on one, even when they could afford a proper bed--separated from the rest of the room by a curtain that lets the glowing morning light bleed through. Pyrite's laying on top of them, face buried in their neck, legs tangled. Captain's been carding their hand through Pyrite's hair since they woke, occasionally tracing his horns, though Pyrite notices that the hand has stilled now.

"Gills," they repeat, "you have gills on your neck."

Pyrite says something that sounds still like a whole lot of gibberish as his tongue wakes up and he digs his hand out from where it's been stuck behind Captain's back for the whole night and brings it slowly up to his neck.

His fingers brush against slight jagged lines on his neck, and to his quiet surprise they do feel like gills, slightly feathery. He feels them flutter as he breathes.

"Huh," he says through a yawn.

Captain gently pulls some of his hair away from his neck and tucks it behind his ear, tracing the pointed shape of his ear. "Did you always have gills?"

"I dunno. Probably."

"You never noticed them before?"

"Well, you didn't either."

Captain hums and places their hand back in Pyrite's hair, pressing a kiss to his forehead. They can feel his smile as he hides it in their neck.

"Can you breathe underwater?"

"Yeah, 'o course," Pyrite mumbles, already falling back asleep, "you've seen me swim before."

"Mhm," Captain says, feather light, as Pyrite once more relaxes into them, "can you talk to fish?"

"If they're nice."

Captain laughs, "Atti says that fish don't talk to her."

"That's 'cause Atti's too cool for fish."

"That doesn't make sense, Pyrite."

"Mhm! Come back later, gone fishin' for dream fish." hes slurring his words now, voice muddled. "Goodnight, Captain."

"It's the morning."

"Nope." And then he's out.

God, Captain's so in love with him.

[nothingbutlimbo]

Pin up artist

[iicarussea]

artfight goes hard

@/leedoodlesstuff's oc, Atticus, and my oc, Niko :D they're silly i love them

[jeridoesntdourls]

15 for all three MCs! :D

HIIII OMG TYSM FOR ASKING!!! This was actually kinda tough(especially Medea), I think all of them are so caught up in their own dramas that a vacation seems so far away- this might be the one time I'm writing them happy and taking a break LMAO

MEDEA

Best of luck trying to get them to take a vacation. Would rather chew glass than feel like she’s out somewhere enjoying herself while people need her. Because of this, I don’t think they’d ever go of their own accord but they CAN be convinced by a friend or a lover.

On the vacation itself, I don’t think they’d have much of a preference. I feel like Medea would enjoy quieter more rural places than bustling cities but enjoys art and architecture so much that they might brave a place like fantasy Florence.

Really hard to make her let loose but after she does she spends all her time taking photos and buys trinkets things from every place you visit. Has a big shelf at home where she keeps them all, it’s one of the only things she has the energy to dust semi-regularly.

Gets way too attached to street dogs and cats and cries a little when they have to leave the cat they kept seeing around the place you guys were staying at.

Gets homesick very quickly.

ATTIS

CAN. NOT. PICK. A. SINGLE. PLACE. He’s thrilled to be going somewhere away from his duties but is 100% paralyzed from having to choose. Gets carsick (carriage sick? horse sick?) extremely easily and has to have pee breaks every half hour.

Has a preference for beaches and more social/extroverted places. The highlight of every trip is the food and the drinks. Has a knack for befriending locals and tryhards at it so much it’s kinda pathetic.

Tries to learn how to surf. Fails miserably.

Despite being a pain in the ass, he prefers to travel in groups instead of alone or just with one person. Happy to stay at whatever the fantasy equivalent of an airbnb just having a cookout (churrasco) and playing cards (truco) (he actually hits people during truco and yells so loud you swear this is why the locals hate him).

Tries everything he can get his hands on. Goes on the sketchiest of motorcycle tours and eats the weirdest seafood combos.

Always remembers to buy a little souvenir for his sister.

BOREA

I’ve said this before but Borea is THE nerd of the nation. Her idea of a vacation is just to have enough time to read up on specific magic books that aren’t for work.

Although, she would love to travel to other places, especially places with a lot of historical sites and the such. If she were to ever visit Vesuvia again I’d imagine she’d enjoy touring the collusium and learning all of it’s bloody past. Because of her being in Vesuvia during the red plague (which is how she knows Asra and the MC) I feel like she’d be a bit aloof despite her enjoyment.

If she ever goes somewhere else she WILL be the type of person to meticulously plan every day by the hour and get slightly upset if it doesn’t go as she thought it would. If you go to an amusement park with her your going on at least 6 high tier rides before lunch. Optimizing queen.

LOVES TRAVELLING BY BOAT. Before her parents both decided to become posh diplomats, they were a predominately fisherman family and so some of her best childhood memories involve taking the boat out and watching the sun rise. Is content to just kinda cruise around on a fishing boat, going from neighboring country to country and reading all day.

Would enjoy going to a colder place just because she likes fashion that’s warmer but likes tropical climate best either way.

ANYWAY HERES DRUE!!!!!

(so sorry if i missed anything in his design! I rushed a bit to draw these before I had to give a lecture so I didn't have much time :/ WOULD LOVE TO DRAW HIM SOME MORE IN THE FUTURE)

[atticollateral]

Punch your lights out! Hit the pavement!

That's what I call entertainment! 🪷

Don't forget to Reblog 🔄 for the tumblr economy! [Likes don't do anything for reach! <3]

[friendshapedplant]

🔫making u go go gadget autisgms rn do u have more duana and elfilin friendship thoughts :]

Context for viewers I was talkin via DM w Ascel bout Elfilin and Duana and I mentioned I wanted to talk bout my ideas publicly more thus xey sent me one million asks about things (everyone else is also free to send me asks about anything Kirby Ever I will Hopefully have smth to say) ANYWAYS

[ID: Digital art of Elfilin and Duana, a Dark Matter original character, from Kirby. They are colored with a rough watercolor brush. Duana wears a purple scarf and orange cape, has curly hair like appendages on his head, a couple tipped grey, and a purple eye with a grey section in it. Elfilin looks up to the left, holding their cheeks as they cry. Duana looks at them, smiling with his eye as he also cries. The background is a gradient pink to purple to blue from the left. /End ID.]

Elfilin and Duana are both lads that appreciate the small joys in life. Not to say everyone else doesn't but given their pasts (spending decades on ur own cus everyone wants to capture ur butt & spending countless years watching others experience joy but being ordered to end it), having a sleepover with friends or chilling on Orange Oceans Beach and watching the sunset is something they never imagined they could have and it means the world that they get to experience such peace!

Duana was very much overwhelmed by the new life he was given in Dreamland, both with the mild anxiety of all these social rules he'd never participated in before, but also the joy of getting to experience things firsthand he never thought he'd be allowed to. He's often moved to tears of happiness over every little thing, he loves it. But he's been around awhile, so he's gotten a bit more used to everything. With Elfilin showing up, a similarly overwhelmed fella new to life for the most part, Duana was more than willing to take him under his cape and show him Dreamland's ways and wonderful features! They can happy sob together and El can ask Duana about all the Dreamland cultural oddities and geek out to him about the cool things he learns and finds!

[musingmycelium]

its oc kiss week!!! @antivan-beau 😘

In the time between the midday meal and contemplation the Keep is nearly quiet. Far fewer footsteps, the stones remain untrod, the sun shines cleanly on the turret stairs. Clandestine one might even say. Though even with the full bearing of the sun on her face Attie still finds a sliver of a chill slipping down her spine. 

Then again, those little stinging nerves in the tips of her fingers and the pit of her stomach may have nothing at all to do with the crisp autumn air nipping through the arrow notches. 

She walks up. One slippered foot at a time taking breath after breath, each corner could be the one. The stairs are quiet, now, in the hush when everyone else is in the dining hall, lively and loud and so very far away. Quiet except for the subtle thuds reverberating in the stones where Attie drags her fingers along the wall. Plate metal, she’s told, rings against the floor. She’s never cared about the way those footsteps fade before.

Another step, an echo in the wall. Only a handful more steps before the next floor, the open entryway peeking, sneaking glances just as Attie keeps sneaking upward. Anticipation, yes that’s the word for the way her toes feel numb and her heart climbs into her throat. Noure would be proud. 

Perhaps Bea will be too.

Attie takes one step up and a boot swaddled foot enters her upturned line of sight. Another breath, deeper. The scent of leather polish faintly follows the ankle, follows the calf. 

Around the corner. Sunlight catches in her hair as she descends the turret stairs, shining off her armor. Beatrice rounds the corner and Attie stops breathing entirely. 

But she doesn’t stop walking.

Clandestine, quiet, hidden in the stairs in the sunlight in autumn. 

Fleeting moments all they have. Too many things at stake, too many others where they should be alone. Responsibilities, obligations. There is room only for the flight path of sunlight in Bea’s hair, in the open mouth of Attie’s reflection on her breastplate. There is room only for passing on the stairs. 

Stepping past. Attie shifts to the side in the same movement as Bea makes room for her to continue. The last deep breath, to hold her metallic scent in her chest. It will last. It will last.

There is room only for the brush of Attie’s arm against Bea’s.

Oh it will last. 

One more step is all they have left. The Keep will come back to life, the stairs will empty.

Beatrice catches Attie’s arm just as she’s nearly past her. Her last breath is knocked from her lungs, the numbness the tingling the soaring in her stomach. On her arm, Bea’s breath ghosts her own refusal, her rebuttal, time is never enough and nothing good can last.

Her eyes are closed where she holds Attie’s arm to her chest and it’s too much. Too much of everything they can never have. Attie turns her head, towards the sun towards the stone, away from where Bea presses a tender kiss to Attie’s forearm. 

Sunlight. Sunlight, sunlight, the autumn sunlight hits Bea’s hair and the fire Attie sees there has caught in Attie’s chest. How can it last, how can it last long enough. Her lips against the fabric covering her skin. How long can it last?

An uneven hitch in Attie’s breathing. An almost sob hidden by the crook of her elbow. Bea releases her arm with nothing more than a lingering touch and the reverberations of her footsteps down the stairs fades from the stone walls where Attie cannot help but let her fingers linger.

[tea-and-tickles]

AHAHA thank you so much ari!! yes i will gladly expand on foster and apollo for you. rest assured i am constantly rotating them in my mind

yknow my gut reaction with foster is to say he's a loser but he really isn't? like he's honestly kind of a badass. he's mild-mannered and a little anxious but he is strong in his beliefs and he will stand up for what he believes in. in the storyline (that only exists in my head right now but i hope to change that) he advises the school GSA ok. and is a VERY staunch advocate for those students even at the risk of his job. sometimes he just needs a little bit of help keeping motivation when things feel hopeless. in his relationships foster is SUPER SUPER sweet and romantic. he's the kinda fella to drop by the tattoo shop on his lunch break and give apollo flowers. make them a nice dinner (even if 'nice dinner' constitutes frozen pizza lol). overall not only does he try his best but he really does succeed for the most part, he's just missing some confidence!

apollo is a walking trope haha but tropes exist for a reason!! tough on the outside, soft on the inside. apollo's exterior is not exactly tough, but it's cool - and they push that forward so they appear untouchable. deep down, though, apollo is a total bleeding heart. i like to think he would convince foster to let them foster kittens and stuff when they become more financially stable. apollo, very early on in his career, also used to work more directly with people (in social services) but it was just a little too much for him, so he went into tattooing instead. some of this discrepancy comes form his family. it's not that they didn't accept him or stop loving him, but to an extent they... just don't get it. they get a little sick of explaining who they are over and over so they're a little distant from their family and seek out validation elsewhere. it's complicated

their relationship is really healthy and they very much complement each other. foster is a very stable presence and a good show of unconditional love. even for as stressed as he can get sometimes, his support for apollo is a constant. and even though apollo is softer than they appear, they've still got quite a fiery spirit that helps motivate foster when he gets stuck. when he feels like giving up, sometimes a little pep talk from apollo is all he needs to keep going. also? PDA CITY. they are disgusting and all of their friends are sick of how touchy-feely they are in public /lh they're like the most obnoxious couple but it's just so genuine that you can't help but feel happy for them.

[samsamscomicbook]

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[chalkscrub]

various doodles from when i was on holiday, featuring some of my newer guys. and also guest starring my incredible photography work. i missed drawing with this pen, I called it the wet black pen when i was in school in honour of its wetness and its blackness

[mischiefwife]

the look of someone trying not to think about all the hrothgals she can smooch

[attikadabra]

OC art dump because the catboys have consumed my brain. The black haired catboy is mine (Saffron) the blonde (Arturo) belongs to my pookie @somekindofreverie mwah