mayadevi

definitely not the best & someone HAS to have done this alr but.. picture this: charlie as howard and frank as wake. aka franken-char in the lighthouse (2019).

ngl frankie killing that seabird in the gang gets cursed was just the push i needed to get this made. truly solidified how likely it is that gruesome twosome would get caught up in some shit like this.

ftm dean? oh sure. “daddy’s little girl.” sad but somehow just believable.

had the idea to do u’sih with a little knapsack full of dumb stuff so here we are. my oc does the “what’s in my bag” tag lolol.

basically odds and ends. coins, berries, bones. plasmacaster. the usual stuff.

bonus hc! u’sih does not take much to sentimentality but is secretly a huge sweetheart. like. he will never say “i know you liked flowers so here are these flowers.”

reall quick sketch soz ive been crazy busy lately lol <3

u’sih comes home after a hunt and wakes up bright and early to wash his underclothes (i dont think he’s ever gotten new ones ewwie).

(with and without our dialogue heh)

another little u’sih sketch! man i have been sitting on this oc for hmm a little over 4 yrs!! that’s crazy omg.

well here he is! not a full mock but i was so happy to find other yautja fans on here hehh. u’sih is an elite whose recently earned status thru heading a xeno-egg skirmish. my yeyin sain’ja <3

he has two long markings running down his forehead and constant feathers, shells, & other random jewellery in his “hair,” mainly ones his s/o puts there. he often likes it to be braided or held up with rope & speargrass.

every once in a while he has a white handprint (no, shockingly not orc related) on his head during hunts or ceremonies to honour his mate.

calls the little oomani-di “zabin” mainly to get under their skin (who says yautja can’t be funny?), but is generally called “dahdtoudi” by the rest of the tribe.

3rd post of the day :O …

U’SIH DUMPIE!! my yautja oc who has been literally haunting me for weeks (i am so terribly in love with him). i have so many headcanons for him but they might have to wait for another post heheh.

don’t mind the self insert i was feeling goofy silly.

random and late asl but happy pride from me and the gang!

They can’t explain it, can’t show him. There isn’t even a proper hypothetical string of words to stick clean, and they start to well up at the sudden realisation that this fight is lone, completely and eternally. He doesn’t even have a clue of his place in it, and they shake with a low sob knowing there is nothing to win.

His gaze turns to a muddy puddle of colours and shapes between droplets of dry, salten tears. They can’t fathom that they’re crying in front of him again. It doesn’t matter that they have hundreds of times before, they’ve rarely been like this, about him, for a purpose he has no idea he’s orchestrated.

“I don’t know,” he answers, weak and helpless. It makes the room quiver, the paint peels and curls like the air is sour. “Anything, I guess.”

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