#nok ocs

[nikoco11]

can i share my other art motivation advice thing: when i was a kid, i convinced myself my ocs would get lonely if i didn’t draw them bc if they weren’t drawn, they wouldn’t exist anywhere or with anyone.

every time i draw them now, i tell myself it’s bc i wanna visit them so they don’t get lonely! it makes me want to draw them more!

[imma-bunni]

A story/some oc's I've been having fun with!

This started as a dream I had a long time ago but I randomly started thinking about it lately and I've been writing and drawing some stuff just for fun and it's a little bit taken over my brain ( ͡• ͜ʖ ͡• )

Yes the title is a pun because this is absolutely because I want more grunge Thai bl series vibes. Yes this is absolutely completely 100% self indulgent and I will be doing all of my favorite tropes (*/ω＼*). I don't really plan on posting my writings anywhere, but I wanted to post these sketches and a summary below the cut:

"When the Bloom evolves to infect humanity, civilization crumbles. Exposure to the plant’s toxic pollen brings sickness and a slow, creeping death, flowers bursting from corpses to reanimate the dead and spread. In a matter of months, Bloom consumes the world.

In the aftermath, survivors of humanity band together into competing gangs fighting over resources, dwindling supplies, and safety. The Mafia families, retaining much of their power despite the collapse of society, claim most of the territory in Thailand.

When Nok, a short-tempered boba barista, meets Gray, a mafia heir running from his past, they fall in love despite the horror of their new world. Trapped between the ever-present threat of the deadly pollen, the vicious infected, and the ruthless Mafia, Nok and Gray must fight to build a place for themselves. But when Gray disappears without a word, Nok is left heartbroken and furious and alone. After months of fighting for only himself, Nok is even more enraged when Gray returns, charming as ever. Now Nok must make a choice: cut Gray off completely or find a way to trust again in this blighted world."

[summary written by my amazing wonderful incredible sister @speculativepages who does writing stuff! I gave her gobbly gook and she gave me a freaking series promo!! I recommend ₊₍ ᐢ..ᐢ₎/ ₊˚⊹♡]

[hoontsart]

Nok Tail Language

How to read a chaos bard's tail tells >:3

[psychflood]

Trio

Sketch found in Psych's journal. Him in the middle between Aym and Baal, adopted into Forneus' family. Psych feels an intense seriousness around Aym , on the flip side he feels at ease with Baal. The sun and the moon now orbit this lost raccoon, who seeks his own title. The designs of the twins are from @starostasnow , a good friend of mine and im a die hard fan of NoK. They and another friend have been encouraging me to write so thanks for that!

[sualne]

the party hanging out at the tavern.

based on this:

[galacticjoelle]

I love drawing with the homies

[betasuppe]

A sketchy comm for @mewtwowarrior of their brill OC Ark! I love her circuitry design so much... it's such a striking look!! :000

[faestorian]

sweethearts 💗

a super duper cute commish for @betasuppe, featuring emmet & their OC mina~ i love this couple sooooo much, they get all of my uwus

[anokibuu]

Nok and Scree headed out on another adventure! What could await them?

Piece for my gaming/sfw art Twitch channel of gf's and my gobs. :) You can check it out here

[eris1521987]

A gif of Nok Nok in pixel form, this was for an old project. I hope y'all like it.

[nikoco11]

nico gets impersonated again pt 3…

NOT PART THREEEEEW

[imma-bunni]

Some more oc concept art and stuff for my BLIGHT story! Apocalypse fashion 🖤👌💀 Nok was working as a boba barista when the apocalypse happened (the second outfit of his) - that's also why his hair is shorter there. The masks are to help protect from the pollen/spores 😷👍☠️

[hoontsart]

Love at first... knife?

[psychflood]

casual convo

silly idea in my noggin, where the three boys are having some downtime and conversating. Psych did always remind Forneus of her second child, enough to give him a similar cloak. In time the two would accept him as a brother, even if adopted i think.

[captainderyn]

ALSO 22. in a rush of adrenaline for Emeldir/Risha 👀

WHOO Thank you for this one! I am so sorry it took me so long to answer ;--;

They really...really have a complicated relationship at the start. And they really, really have a lotta shit they need to work through. So here's them being not so nice towards each other...*sigh* they're stupid.

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They'd cut it far too close this time.

The Phoenix zipped into hyperspace as it cleared the planet's atmosphere, the hull rattling around them as it picked up speed.

Risha could hear the fussing of sensors coming from deeper within the ship, even as her raging heartbeat threatened to drown it out entirely.

Way too close.

Emeldir was still fetched up against the wall of the airlock where he'd landed after they'd flung themselves inside. He pressed his head back against the metal, mouth moving in a series of what she could only assume were breathless, silent curses.

From the way his chest heaved, it was no surprise any words he spoke were silent.

Her own breath came in short ragged gasps and she swiped away the beading sweat on her forehead with a sharp motion as a sharp spark of anger that flared in her blood. She swore her veins were boiling, even as it reared out of nothing.

"What the hell were you thinking?" She burst out, stalking over towards Emeldir. The young captain jerked to a fully standing position so fast he almost slammed his head into one of the protruding metal struts set into the wall. His eyes blew wide and she knew that startled deer-in-headlights look.

Sometimes it endeared her. Right now it just infuriated her.

"What did I do?" he pushed a hand through his sweaty hair, eyes darting around to everything except her as if the walls and the floors would hold the answers to her ire.

She didn't even have the answers.

He continued, "How was I supposed to know they set off a detonation device for the whole damn sector?"

She jabbed a finger into his chest, glowering up at him, "Exactly, you don't know. You're too young and too inexperienced to be captaining this ship, you're going to get us killed!"

It wasn't fair, not really, he'd proven himself time and time again since getting this ship back that he was capable and he was only a year younger than she was. No one could've known about the hidden trap rigged beneath the sector; she certainly hadn't.

If anyone needed to know better, it was her. And there was nothing she hated more than that oily, tingly feeling of something almost going horribly wrong. Like the pins and needles right after you almost get into a speeder accident.

Control, she needed to rein it back in.

Emeldir was still gaping at her, brows drawing low over his eyes. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but she burst out before he had the chance.

"You like to think your hot shit because you get to ride on the coattails of Captain Rielay Taqq, but you're nothing without her to go crying back to, you know that? I don't know what bullshit confidence she put into you, but it's going to fuck all of us!"

She didn't know if she wanted him to back down or wanted him to fight back. She wasn't sure what she wanted other than the fact that the roiling, boiling something needed somewhere to go.

Any other time he would've looked like a sad, kicked puppy. But something sparked in him too, an uncharacteristic flintiness overtaking his expression.

"Knock it off, Risha." A growling edge to his words. Anger. She hadn't heard that kind of edge before.

She tilted his head, narrowing his eyes. A savage delight fanned the flames of her adrenaline, a thrill from her careless bluster finally being met, "Or what? You gonna go cry to mommy and daddy on Coruscant? Maybe get Rielay to come get you so you can play star ship captain another day?"

He stalked close enough that she had to tilt her head back to glare at him. He wasn't in her space, not like others she'd pissed off.

"I said quit." Though sharp as a knife, his words were quieter. They weren't snarling at each other across the airlock anymore. He'd brought their conversation in.

She was suddenly very, very, aware of the heat radiating off of him, the singed metal and synth leather smell of his jacket. The way a few sweat laden strands of his hair dropped in front of grey eyes that glared down at her. Hard as blaster metal.

Her heart stuttered a beat. She bared her teeth and repeated, drawing out every letter.

"Or what?"

Maybe if she riled him enough she'd finally snap that stupid, infuriating perfect little Golden Boy personality. Maybe if she chipped away enough she'd find the corroded, rotten core every smuggler seemed to hide under a pretty, gilded exterior.

Something in the quirk of his eyebrow, the way she immediately knew he wouldn't rise to the bait, snapped the tension in her.

She grabbed him by the front of his jacket, yanking him down to her. When their height difference closed enough one hand planted on the back of his neck, fingers curling into his grown-out hair, and crashed their lips together.

A muffled sound of surprise escaped him and he went entirely still.

Then control slipped from her fingers again as his hands found her jaw and slipped up, into her hair and tangling in her carefully done up-do. Pins clattered to the floor, pinging off the wall, and her hair half tumbled down around her shoulders.

It wasn't until her back bumped the wall of the airlock, Emeldir's weight firm against her, his warm all around her, that she realized one hand kept careful guard of the back of her head, keeping her from hitting the metal.

She gripped the front of his jacket harder, chasing the kiss as he pulled back, their foreheads resting together as they shared ragged, sharp breaths.

When she blinked her eyes open, his were searching her face from beneath the hair falling in front of his eyes.

"What do you want from me?" he panted.

Nothing.

Everything.

A reaction. A validation to everything she expected from him.

For him to be nothing like the others.

She shoved away whatever possessed her to kiss him, the intense desire to do it again. The gravitational pull that kept yanking her back into his orbit.

She ducked beneath his arm, refusing to look back at him. Whatever she would see there wasn't worth the trouble.

"For you to get your shit together and not get us killed." she snapped.

Hoping desperately that he wouldn't see the flush rising in her cheeks, or the way she couldn't quite catch her breath.

It didn't matter. He was a smuggler.

It would never work.

[sualne]

new clothes for nok-nok!