OUGH my god. Oh
Characters so complex and layered and more OC (of @seidanguard ‘s) than canon characters tbh. Tbh I think the best art comes from the accidental all nighters
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OUGH my god. Oh
Characters so complex and layered and more OC (of @seidanguard ‘s) than canon characters tbh. Tbh I think the best art comes from the accidental all nighters

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Very quick and very ugly doodle of my beefy warrior, Yogan. Drew him for a friend of mine.
💪🏻 Muscles and beef but close to zero brain yay!
........I’ll take the check please.....
✂ have at it at Havik
Killing somebody should never feel good. Only monsters and madmen found it thrilling; only the selfish and entitled found in it the cure for their anger. A soldier killed because they had to - kill or die. An executioner killed to enact justice upon those who had turned into monsters and who, upon their deaths, could hurt others no longer. But it was still a solemn affair.
This, however, was different. Hotaru’s eyes were ablaze and his violence went unchecked as he fought the familiar cleric in Outworld. Havik would be stopped once and for all no matter who might replace him. Havik had tried to lead the ‘forces of light’ to Onaga, and like them, would pay for it with his life.
In his grand scheme the Chaosrealmer had tried to sabotage Hotaru’s loyalty to the Dragon King. But Hotaru was not under Onaga’s spell. He was not forgetting who he was or where his loyalty lay; Onaga did nothing to make him change or 'give in.’ Serving Onaga was where he was supposed to be and where he had always been. The power surged through his veins, and it did not at all change his appearance; in fact it did the opposite and returned it to a true reflection of his soul. Purity, celestial white once imposed upon him turned black and ragged, twisted up over his head; jagged spines broke through the skin of sharp cheekbones. Nails turned to claws, mouth crowded with tusks and fangs, molten lava like from the Netherrealm curled around his hands and digitigrade, taloned feet.
Havik’s neck sizzled as the cleric’s hands scrabbled around the huge demonic paw holding it up in the air with ease. This was not what he wanted. The commander learning that his soul was a servant of Onaga, a demon general from hell - this was meant to cause Hotaru to break down, maybe commit suicide or attack Onaga himself. None of the scenarios Havik played out in his head had led to Hotaru embracing it. It went against all established patterns of behavior for the Seidan, and the Chaosrealmer realized the strength of Onaga’s thrall. Finally, and he never thought it would ever happen, he was looking death in the eye.
“Wait, Hotaru, this is not–” Havik’s voice was cut off with a crunch. Onaga’s general had no time for this meddling fool. A creature’s supposed “immortality” was hardly an obstacle for him. He tore off Havik’s head with ease, tossing it to the side, even as it continued trying to “reason” with him. Havik was a brute and a failure who talked too much.
Onaga’s general was going to make sure nobody had to be subject to the cleric’s prattling any longer. He ripped out the struggling headless body’s spine and spinal cord, even though the arms and legs kept thrashing and the removed parts flailed on their own and the head of the cleric protested.
Onaga’s general reached a glowing hand inside the hole now made available, the cleric’s flesh smoking and crisping, and he squeezed the bones of his torso: scapula, clavicle, ribs - blackening them and making them crumble.
He then ripped Havik’s torso off his hips, the bone fragments, his lungs, his heart, his liver and kidneys and all organs in between emitting the odor of cooked meat as they spilled to the ground. Havik commented something about this being delightfully gruesome.
Hotaru, or what was left of him, reached into Havik’s lower half, ripping out intestines and smashing his pelvis before turning the body upside-down and dumping the contents onto the ground, next to the rest of his offal.
Legs and arms were torn off. But it was then the demon noticed that the body parts were moving, trying to come back together. So Hotaru, hands red-hot with lava from hell, reached over to pick up the head and coated it with magma. It caught fire before the magma cooled, and the rock cracked just a little so smoke and steam could escape.
He threw the solidified head on the ground and it shattered. Perhaps it would not kill Havik, but the body parts all went limp.
Hotaru was still a Seidan in his heart, so he arranged the body parts neatly in order to begin the second part of his plan to eliminate Havik.
A fling of lava on each organ to make them into rock; a clawed foot to stomp each hardened body part into all but dust. Hotaru regarded the pieces of skull, black eyes half-lidded in condescending mockery, before he stomped on the already-shattered head again. Bits of desiccated bone and brain could be seen among the rocks.
Now was time for the third part.
A mighty stomp of the foot and hands raised to the air summoned magma under Outworld’s crust to erupt from the ground. Lava oozed from the gaping wound it left, hiding the deepness of the crevice. The demon began scooping up the rubble that remained of Havik, and he dropped the pieces into the crack in the earth one by one, as if feeding birds or fish.
Hotaru did not feel the relief, the pride, the satisfaction of vanquishing one of his most dangerous foes. That was irrelevant now. Onaga’s servant had simply done away with a particularly irritating pest. At this point, doing so was almost below him.
He turned his back to lead his undead troops back to report to their lord.
more tak featuring @tinyangryghost‘s oc yogan

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struggles ft. Yogan @tinyangryghost‘s BNHA OC!!!!
Yan always wears sunglasses bc when people look into his eyes they are overwhelmed with maternal instincts (overprotectiveness + etc) toward him. He absolutely hates being coddled lol. Depending on the person’s affinity toward being maternal or liking children, the effects of his quirk are different.
@tinyangryghost's oc Yogan! love this lava boy!!!!!