#oc drop

So, I made a version of Emi. If you don't know, just search the tags for "emiko takaaki" (either by searching it in my blog or pressing them in the bottom of the post).

Oc drop😛 Simon meeting his shapeshifting, paralyzing, cannibal wife:p

Simon stands in front of the dark oak desk staring down at his captain. Price is leaned back with a cigar between his lips as usual. There’s a file placed on the desk between the both of the them decorated by big bold letters, “Confidential: Top Priority”. Price finally breaks the silence with, “Do you believe in the existence of other creatures?” Simon lets out a noise comparable to a mix of disbelief and a scoff at the question.

Simon replies, “Had to see it to believe it, sir.” Price grabs the folder, looking at the words on it before handing it off to Simon, “You’re about to see something real soon, son. Got a solo for ya in the City of Love, France.” Simon takes the folder and shuffles out the room with the weight of responsibility on his shoulders.

After a long flight on the bird and a drive to the main city, Simon stops in front of a high rise hotel. He walks in heading straight to the elevators. His mind going back to Price’s odd question, ““Do you believe in the existence of other creatures?”, that made absolutely no sense. Honestly, Simon didn’t understand why this mission was such a priority at all.

It’s a get in, find some woman, get her out in one piece. Yet, he knew it wasn’t that simple and thinking so would only make it harder. His thoughts racing as he went down the hall slowly. Steps careful, purposeful, and expecting. Stopping in front of room number 777, he takes out the key card.

Once he’s in, every bit of the surrounding area is analyzed and filed away in his brain. It’s certainly…lavish as one would put it. Low lighting in every room that’s easy on the eyes, the room smells fresh almost like silver with a mix of roses and wine. The place is tidy, too tidy. The whole suite seems to have a theme. Dark red, silk, and seductive. Some smooth jazz plays in the background as he observes the room looking for something, or someone. It’s starting to get hard to pick up his feet as the jazz sounds farther away and the floor seems to be moving towards his face as his eyelids flutter shut.

By the time he’s come back to world of the living, he’s horizontal this time. His horizontal position rests on huge silky bed he saw earlier with the dark red laced canopy on each side. As he tries to operate his limbs he fails. His body feels paralyzed with the only movement coming from the neck up. The cool air hitting his bare face sending shocks of panic and discomfort through him.

Soft paddings of footsteps ring in his ear as they get closer. The bed dips behind him slightly and he can’t quite crane his neck to see who it is. But he sure as hell can make a close guess to who it is based on the voice. “My my? Aren’t you just the cutest little thing?” A hand traces the scar lining his forehead to his jawline. Simon can’t figure out why his heart is beating so fast, nearly coming out his chest from the contact. Esmea Cleremont-Pié.

Essentially, a “shapeshifting siren with a high sex drive”, as Simon summed up the file. Sharp, dark eyes that reminded him of a predator in the water, watching its prey flail around in an unfamiliar environment. Beauty unparalleled to anything he’d seen before. Was this truly her form? Or some other form she took on? Her nails were sharp as they gently grazed through his slightly grown out buzz to stimulate his scalp. This, gentle caresses and admiring from Esmea, went on for a long while until Nikolai came in to see what was taking so long. Some part of him wished it never ended.

Esmea didn’t look so thrilled about being interrupted either as she barred canines as sharp as knives at the Russian. Nikolai simply raises up one empty hand and a hand holding a blood bag where she could see them. Her eyes immediately honing in on the peace offering Nikolai brought. While she lunged to grab it, Nikolai took the opportunity to throw her on the ground sedating her with a syringe.

Sometimes I forget how much work went into this and then I look at old comparisons like this.

I really like this side by side because it shows the amount of mesh modding and texture editing that went into cleaning up the base model's defective right eye. This was not a quick fix. It took a lot of trial, error, and patience.

For clarity, the image on the left is Stefano Valentini, the original base model. The image on the right is Sunder, an OC I created using that model as a starting point.

Just like some roleplayers use celebrity face claims or AI these days, I chose to work with existing video game models and transform them through mesh mods and texture edits to build original characters. I do not own the models, as these are purely transformative and recreational works, but I do own the stories, and over time Sunder and others have developed deep backstories and a lot of personal meaning for me.

Heyyyyyy!

So you know my OC from my last post? I decided to draw her love interest! Yeah, her story is a romance cuz I just felt it should be this way. Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I started a character lineup for one of my other OC’s, got tired of doing that and drew this for a break.

I had some trouble making him look like a guy bc of his face so I ended up changing his eyes. Since he also exists in the same world as Jordan I decided to add that directly into his lore like I did with Carmon. In my head his grandfather was an Attuned person. The genes are mostly dead for him but it stayed in the form of his eye color, which happens occasionally with people in their world. Because of his bright red eyes he’s been through a lot. Both sides of their world hate the other, so having a feature that so boldly states someone in your family is Attuned got him a lot of hate. The same general logic applies to disabled ppl in their world. Attuned people are more likely to have disabilities so on the attuned side disabilities are barely stigmatized if at all but on the Unattended side there’s even more ableism.

anyways some characters in Child's story shall be dropped

The Night terrors

Ma'atsta. The other creators I speak with absolutely hate them :)

The reason for the hatred 🥹 SNEAK PEEK