#nok ocs

[nikoco11]

after some reconsideration, i’ve rewritten kwang to be immune to poison :D now they can kiss!

[psychflood]

Aym fell asleep on Psych, rather comfy i say I ship these two, cause i like Aym too much. I plan on drawing more of it soon!

[xebsart]

Big set of sketches of my character from kingmaker after I finally finished it! I love my fucked up not-quite-a-vampire vivisectionist girl and her husband who did manage to fix her <3

and some close ups of the ones i rlly like

[galacticjoelle]

My DM didn’t tell me this two-shot would be THIS ANGSTY.

[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]

Nok Tail Language

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

[lethalbreadkills]

I don't. Know which ocs. So whoever u have brainrot of rn or multiple or whoever has the most fun answer: When scared, does your OC fight, flee, freeze or fawn? + has this caused any problems for them :)? & Is your OC self-destructive? In what ways?

ohhh tumblr mobile my ultimate enemy i saw rhis when i couldnt answer it and then got sent to hell and lost it in the notes tab. but im back now

spins the wheel ... SUNSPOT ! im gonna talk about sunspot :) my silly angelic warden oc from sonaria <3

1: When scared, does your oc fight, flee, freeze, or fawn?

well. a combination of freezing and fawning. he freezes naturally, but when he went to live with Serphelius (his father, instead of his mother), he learned to fawn. he needed to, for his own safety. (if he didnt fawn he would get locked in his room for weeks. but that happens a lot anyways)

(though, if we're being technical, junior fawns. sunspot fights.)

1.a: has this caused any problems for them?

Well. junior, less so. fawning helps, at least. sometimes it lessens his punishment, though rarely. sunspot,, well. when the goal is to make a perfect heir, you dont like it when the heir fights back and ruins your plans. and items. sunspots gotten them locked away for months before. that one hurt.

2: Is your oc self destructive?

heh . self harm warning. yeah baby. his main coping mechanism is going outside into the tundra that is his fathers kingdom and burying himself in the snow until hes half frozen. he hasnt died from it yet, but some day hes going to lose the will to push himself out of the snow. i hope someone finds him when it happens

[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.

[eris1521987]

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

[tiredassmage]

Not sure if you want these as ask, or in the comments of the post, but here: 🖊️ + Leo.

Send me a “🖊+an OC“ and I will talk about that OC!

Leo's hiding quite a bit of insecurity and uncertainty underneath a fairly casual veneer - which in and of itself isn't exactly a secret to most of us ooc viewers anymore, I think, but I've been really in my feelings about what, exactly, those kind of... worries and fears are lately, so I think I'll take this opportunity to try to put some of it into words.

Just dipping a toe into Chapter Two of the class story for Seasons related objectives brought back around that the war between the Empire and the Republic isn't quite so cold and distant anymore. Things are starting to heat up, and Leo's about to spend a lot more time in warzones than he'd ever like to do again.

Part of it is definitely still nerves about what little he's managed to start to get together about his life unraveling if his family ties back to Ziost made it back up the Imperial food chain. But the other half of it is just... the trauma from having been in the fighting before. While I don't expect to dig too graphically deep into what all those issues entail, we'll pop the rest of the post under the cut and talk a little bit more about where, exactly, Leo's army-related ptsd is coming from.

A lot of it is from losing his unit - the last deployment he had before Begeren and meeting Dash easily could've killed him as well, but it did kill essentially all of the squad he'd grown used to serving with, save for a couple upper level, less frontline officers that remained to... try to reign him back in the aftermath, but we're getting a tiny bit ahead of ourselves with that.

So this is the point where it feels kinda important to establish there's nothing Leo would ever consider 'heroic' about himself. Quite frankly, he has a... less than stellar self-image that usually runs more along the lines of selfish, short-tempered, and... a bit of a general mess who doesn't really have a grasp on what he's doing with life. And he wasn't ever happy in the Imperial Army, but that doesn't mean he wasn't close enough to some of the other people he ended up serving with. Leo has a really difficult time vocalizing it, I think, but the part that troubles him the most about that deployment was that he wasn't able to do anything to save his squad. A Sith's orders aren't to be questioned - and he tried, tried to get anyone to see a little reason instead of sending them headfirst into a problem well over their heads. But none of them were exactly keen to test that Sith Lord's patience - Leo included - and... it got a lot of people killed. It very easily could have also killed him. In the grand scheme of things, he's lucky he just came out with scarring and damaged hearing that the family's money was able to treat with some cybernetics.

Leo isn't particularly good at speaking up in general, I think. For all the times he was shut down trying to reason with family, and for all that Imperial loyalty is taught to be pretty absolute without questions above your own station, I think he still tends to expect he's going to be shut down, so he doesn't even tend to reach for the language to try to talk about things until it's... kind of bubbled over and he can't really run from his feelings anymore about it. It's easier to cover hurt and doubts with a lighter sense of humor that isn't as likely to get him examined from every angle.

Of course, Dash and Liv know him better than most... And they've seen more of those uncertainties - whether he really spoke to them or not at the time. So they're a little better equipped to know what kind of buttons need pushed, so to speak, for him to start unraveling his own tongue.

He's no revolutionary though. And he's no patriot. He isn't really out here to pick sides in the war - because that's terrifying to get involved in. He knows the Empire really shouldn't be winning any sort of galactic control, but... Leo's still a little more concerned with the little picture aspects. He's barely got his own life together, so he's no model citizen. He's worried about his sister. He's worried about Dash. He's worried about this weird little hodgepodge gang that's started to attach themselves to him and his freighter like a bunch of uninvited barnacles (they're... growing on him. In the metaphorical sense and in the sense that, yes... they're starting to feel more like friends than happenstance business partners). These are the kinds of things Leo needs to prioritize for himself. If he happens into helping the Republic along the way, then so be that, so long as it doesn't involve a whole extra haul's worth of unnecessary risk to this little band of people he cares about. He's not really sure he's willing to shoulder that risk and lose any of them for 'a cause.'

And that, too, admittedly, kinda scares him. And shames him, in some measure. In his eyes, Liv holds her ideals with both hands with a steady grip. He knows him and Dash aren't perfect people, but if Leo had to pick out of the two of them who was better, it'd be Dash without hesitation.

Life's better with some feelings out in the open about him and Dash's relationship and some progress with his own crew, but there's still a fair amount of elements and ways that Leo still feels like he's sort of just managing to keep his head above water about, and that's something only to really be remedied with by time and a bit of patience - more experience on what life looks like now with these sorts of changes in play. He's got people he doesn't want to disappoint in his life again and coming back around to that makes it a bit easier to fight the more negative and anxious memories and thoughts floating around up there in that head of his.

[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!

[galacticjoelle]

Every good rogue needs a good disguise. Especially if you plan on stealing from rich sleaze balls.

Also he knows too much about rocks and gems so he’s disguising having valuable stones on him.

[evecolourshock]

Nok. No. Let's flip the narrative, because I'm pretty sure any universe where Rinzler kills Flint is Rinzler's worst nightmare.

Flint isn't annoying or pathetic, and he sure as hell isn't weak.

Rinzler bolts upright, chest heaving, core clicking in terror. He- his hands-

"Rinz, wha-"

Rinzler leans over Flint frantically, phantom blood making his claws slimy as he checks his User over for injuries. There's- Flint's gridsuit is dry, whole, gleaming orange back at him where it reflects off silver-white, edged in beautiful blue. Flint's chest is whole, his head still firmly attached to his shoulders, fingers strong and sure where they cradle Rinzler's cheek.

Flint's heart beats against Rinzler's palm, snug and secure in its nest of ribs and sealed behind skin Rinzler hasn't marred. Flint's lungs fill with steady breaths, lacking the wheeze and bubble still echoing in Rinzler's sensors. Flint's fingers are warm, where they brush away Rinzler's tears.

"Nightmare?" Rinzler's perfect human asks him gently.

Rinzler dives for Flint, wraps him in a tight hug, tucks his face into Flint's shoulder. Tries to breathe through his sobs, smelling traces of cologne and shampoo and Flint-Flint-Flint, instead of copper and iron and death. He nods blindly - nightmare is too quaint and small a word, but it's the closest one he has.

"You died. When we met. I killed you." Rinzler whispers, static scrambling his words like it hasn't for User years. "You- I struck you. Here." He presses gently against Flint's stomach. "Here." One claw retracts - Rinzler doesn't trust them right now - tracing a line across Flint's throat. "And here." Palm flat, right over that beating, loving heart. "So much blood. All over, everywhere. Your mangled body in one place, your head in another. And I- was like I didn't feel a thing." He chokes on static, burying his face in Flint's chest, tuning all of his sensors into Flint's heartbeat - hoping the sound of it beating drowns out the sounds of it stopping.

"You didn't kill me, sweetheart." One of Flint's hands combs through Rinzler's hair, the other protecting his disc. "You didn't. I'm right here." Kisses pepper Rinzler's head. "Just a nightmare, honey. Just a bad dream."

"I love you." Rinzler mumbles into Flint's warm, living body. "I love you so much. I'm glad I didn't hurt you."

"I know, Rinzler. I love you too."

100% Flint dies as soon as he enters the Grid because he is the weakest and most pathetic and annoying user to ever exist in the entire world and the whole romance and adventure with Rinz is a weird fever dream he only imagines as he is killed by the very same program.

[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]

Free from the flu, I can sate the brain worms once more

[42-degrees-of-separation]

Meet Kandra Halcard Jedia padawan and her Jedi Master Ca’Triss Nok(this is a rewrite of Kandra another SWs OC of mine because she didn’t have a real story)

Nok is a Togruta fairly obviously but Kandra has been made into a fan species made by @milkcioccolato and I love them. Maybe I just like my aquatic characters, but still!

Ca’Triss is only a Knight not a full on Master but Knights can still have Padawans and that’s how he got little Kandra. She’s about 5 or 6 went order 66 happens and everything goes to shit. Thankfully Nok was with her when it happened and he got her out with him. They left and returned to Kandra’s home world. Nok takes her as a padawan and continues her teaching while she lives with her aunts in hiding. That’s the short of it I think :3

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