#beau (oc)

[thedapperroach]

My OC Beau! I first came up with his design when I was bored in class, and its changed A LOT since then

Reposting cos I forgot to watermark :(

[dyrdeer]

He just likes the cosplay

[plasmadefender]

The rifle is NOT an analogy for anything....

[saifern]

c: @waverlied

[heartfullofleeches]

Wish Granter Yan who has their snobby heart that despises humans for their greed stolen by a lower income Darling who still feels bad about taking things from others after all the hand outs they've been given over the years-

This is very on brand for Beau, my asshole-ish Unicorn Yan.

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"Human...What is your first wish?"

Darling: u-um....Well, the light in my rice cooker went out the other night..It's kinda hard to tell when my rice is done because of that.... Could you fix it?

"A light? You aren't even going to wish for a new one? With my powers you could have endless fills of rice for the rest of your days."

Darling: Haha... That's way too much rice for me... Maybe my neighbors need some...

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"Human- What would you like for dinner?"

Darling: Ah- Don't worry about me... I've still got some ramen in the pantry. I've still got some eggs in the fridge for protein!

"Instant noodles again? Would you prefer a nice steak? Seafood? Anything? A simple burger?"

Darling, visibly stressed: You don't have to do all that for me... S-some ham to go with my ramen, maybe?"

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"This human....Is there something wrong with them? Why are they allowing me to live freely in their home without me having granting any of their desires? Why do I dread returning to my own home?...."

Darling: I-it's been really nice to have a guest over. It's given me a chance to try out this air mattress I got at a yard sale last week.... Is my bed comfortable enough for you?'

"You won't fool me with your tricks, human-"

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Darling: What should I have for dinner tonight.... Wha- Hey!

[The unicorn picks Reader up and places them outside of the kitchen - tying an apron around their waist as they march over to the stove]

"If you will not use my magic, then I must take your nutrition into my own hands. Even I know humans cannot survive alone on starches and junk food."

[howlhawk]

now entering pacific time

[itsscaredycat]

while we're still talking about your art from way back when, I really liked your ocs. they were fun as hell. the me of 2014 thought beau was the coolest

aw thank you!! :) i still love beau and simon a lot and i draw them from time to time, here’s an older wip that i’m never gonna finish but kinda like haha

[allforfemeclipse]

Yk what... how many Murder Drones fans are there on dear Tumblr here?

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[eemamminy-art]

My half of an art trade I did with @fuerrziah !! :3 The softest guys ever 😊

[beaudesoleil]

lammergeier

[dyrdeer]

Egg Groups

[plasmadefender]

Horse solider, horse solider

[saifern]

Food for my wife @waverlied

[moffymoth]

The boys are not okay the boys are not okay~

[kimikitti]

Make way! Make way! For Savannahclaw's darling idol, Beau! She's cute, she's tiny, and she can definitely break all your knee caps. Also Nike my bbg I'm still working on your design. (She's the one on the left)

Beau was the former dorm leader of Savannahclaw. She is very cheery and always there for others if they need a little pep in their day.

Don't let her charms fool you. Underneath this sweet pupper is a very calculating and borderline ruthless pit fighter. When she was in charge, she ran a large underground student fighting ring. Students from all dorms participated as duelists in the ring or betting on matches. How do you think she kept that under wraps? (While money wasn't the main drive for her, she would never say no to some pocket change.)

She loves the thrill of the battle. And you can bet that her final match against Leona was epic. Even though Beau lost in the end, she's excited to come back for a rematch in the future.

Magic:

Despite being in NRC, Beau is by far the weakest in terms of magical power. The amount of magic she can use is just barely over the average amount a regular person could. Beau almost flunked out because of her practical magic scores.

Despite being a fourth year student, she has not been able to awaken a Unique Magic.

What she lacks in power, she makes up for in specialization. Beau is very good at utilizing magic to buff her body. From increasing her speed to unleashing monstrous amounts of strength in a single punch. Your opponents can't cast a spell if their jaw is broken.

Relationships:

Atty- Her girlfriend (another ignihyde oc of mine coming soon, best way i can describe them as of right now is HomuraXMadoka with a light seasoning of oshi no ko energy of crazy yuri but their both crazy, so it ends up being kinda healthy?)

Leona- (Little Lionman) Beau sees him as a really reliable and strong junior with a lot of potential and ambition. Leona sees Beau as an annoying but respectable upperclassman. Despite being the least likely to get along on the surface, they strike up a nice friendship. Beau drives straight to the point a lot of times, and Leona can appreciate that.

(Leona has crashed at her place for the holidays when he doesn't want to go home, much to Atty's chagrin. I like to call this Holidays with Leona and his emotional support lesbians)

Idia- RUN. She can smell an introvert from a mile away, RUN IDIA RUN. ATTY ISNT GONNA HELP YOU! IT'S EVERY LOSER FOR THEMSELVES!

[radioactivatedspider]

Maternity Leave

Main Masterlist Big Sky Masterlist

Pairings; Beau Arlen x pregnant wife!reader

Genre; action-comedy, domestic humor, light drama

Warnings; gunfire, injury(minor gunshot graze), mild language, comedy in high-stress situations

Summary: Beau's pregnant wife gets grazed by a bullet and finally agrees to maternity leave—much to his panicked relief.

573 words

Beau Arlen had exactly three rules when it came to his very pregnant wife joining him on field assignments:

1. No running.

2. No ducking behind things.

3. No getting shot at.

She broke all three before noon.

The morning had started out normal enough—coffee, some hormonal tears over a cereal commercial, a quiet drive into the canyon to follow up on a tip about illegal guns being run through an old trailer park. It was supposed to be low-risk. In-and-out. Look, ask questions, go home, kick his boots off, and rub cocoa butter on her stomach while she fake-slept through Jeopardy.

But of course, of course, something had to go sideways the moment he turned his back.

“I told you to stay in the car!” Beau barked as she crouched next to him behind his cruiser, bullets zipping past like angry bees.

“And I told you I’m not made of glass!” she snapped, wincing slightly as she pressed a hand to her side. “It’s just a graze.”

“Graze?!” he squawked, nearly breaking his neck trying to check for damage. “You were shot. That’s a bullet wound! That's a literal gunshot wound! You're growing a human and you just took a round like you're John McClane!”

“I am barely bleeding.”

“You have blood! That’s one hundred percent more blood than I want coming out of you!”

She looked down at her side. It did sting. But in her defense, the guy was a terrible shot, and she’d seen worse paper cuts from assembling nursery furniture.

Beau was already pulling out supplies—bandages, hand sanitizer, a bottle of water, a protein bar, and possibly a defibrillator. “You are going home. You are going home and sitting on the couch with your feet up and watching Love It or List It until your due date. Do you understand me?”

“I can’t just sit around and knit until this baby shows up. I’m still a federal agent.”

“You’re an adorable federal agent with a fetal sidekick. You should be nesting. You should be comparing crib sheets and arguing about paint swatches. Not dodging bullets!”

She shrugged. “Well, I did bring a color palette. It’s in the glove box.”

Beau stared at her.

Then he stared at the bullet hole in the truck behind her.

Then back to her.

“I swear to God, woman, I love you so much it makes my teeth hurt, but I am this close to zip-tying you to a La-Z-Boy.”

She gave him a tired, sheepish smile. “Okay, okay. I think I’ll take that maternity leave now.”

He blinked. “What?”

“Yeah,” she said, leaning back against the truck with a groan. “Bullets are nature’s way of telling you to take a damn nap.”

Beau let out a long, strangled sigh, then gently helped her up. “Thank you. And after this baby’s born, we’re gonna sit down and have a long conversation about career boundaries and the appropriate time to start working from home.”

“Sure,” she said, smirking. “Right after I teach our kid how to shoot straight.”

Beau froze. “What?”

Jenny's voice came through the radio: “Arlen? Suspect’s in custody. We’re clear.”

He lifted the mic. “Copy that. Also, bring the first-aid kit and maybe a tranquilizer dart. I’m gonna need one.”

His wife patted his chest with exaggerated sympathy. “You knew what you were signing up for.”

“Yeah,” he muttered. “Just didn’t know I was marrying Rambo with a baby bump.”