Tag: OCs

Gryphon OCs? Gryphon OCs.

Life has been reminding me recently of how much I love gryphons so I resurrected some of my old old characters to draw. Johnny and Sahara. They’re dating and they’re perfect.

Sahara is like, a disinherited princess from a different kingdom and Johnny’s like, completely poor gryphon white trash (I mean he was not a 50s greaser gryphon with a pompadour and a leather jacket nooooope) and he’s kind of dumb but he adores her so. They’re cute.

I wanna do a full body of them when I get home maybe.

So here’s someone I haven’t drawn before – Tiamat!

Long story short: All of my worlds exist in the same universe and there are a set of gods and demons for the universe as well as for each individual world. Tiamat is basically the devil. She’s powerful, she’s evil, and if something is going terribly wrong she’s probably behind it. Also she invented blood magic.

She’s the nemesis of Maleh (whose silver blood is on the sword). However he isn’t able to defeat her in the end, that falls to Arvid (and Klaus and Valkan too I GUESS).

Tiamat is pretty fun. And she’s the daughter of a goddess so she gets that whole divinity thing going on too. She has a bunch of kids, the worst of which is the demon Kojandariel who also makes Maleh’s life a living hell for several centuries before Izare comes along and kills him.

“Jackanelli Shey.” Nelli had to smile at the way Retta said her name. It was a new development. As a child she had hated her name. She didn’t like how “Jack” was so much a boy’s name, not that Nelli was that much better. She hated how, when put together, the full name was all too serious, too rigid and too fussy. She had railed against it as a girl, forcing all of her friends to only call her Nelli and only enduring her full name from her superiors when she had to. She hated how, in spite of everything, she had grown into her name after all – too serious, too proper and altogether too fussy.

It had taken Retta, with her broad accent and lilting speech patterns to show the music in her name that Nelli had never heard before, and couldn’t possibly repeat. It shamed her that she couldn’t say her own name that way, and that her clumsy tongue stripped the magic out of Retta’s name too. Retta never seemed to mind, laughing it off the same way she had laughed off Nelli’s inability to learn her language. Nelli had tried, but she could never match the natural rhythm the seafolk had in their speech, and could not navigate in a language where each word had different meanings based on pitch alone. When she found herself saying sentences three times longer just to clarify her meaning, she stopped speaking it almost entirely.

“You are very quiet, Nelli love.” Retta said, drawing Nelli’s attention back to present day.

“Sorry. I was just thinking about the way you say my name.”

“Oh?” Nelli turned to face her, and Retta’s eyes were twinkling with…something. Probably mischief, if Nelli knew her at all.

“You always say it so much more broadly than any other word and I know your accent isn’t that strong. So, why do you push it so much?” Retta grinned.

“Ah, that is little joke.” She said. “I say it so much so because it sounds like our word for ‘love’, Nelli, love.” Nelli tried to remember what seafolk words she still knew.

“Giacca?” She guessed.

“Zyiaca.” Retta corrected, adding in the strange half-letters and lilt that made up half of the meaning of all her words. “So I say you are Zyiacanelli instead, or in Summertongue-“

“Nelli love.” Nelli said, repeating the phrase that Retta used most often. The woman beamed.

“Ah, you get it. Sorry, I forgot to tell you.” Nelli stared at her for a moment. Then she spoke again.

“Retta?”

“Yes?”

“You’re a dork.” Retta just smiled wider than ever and cut off further discussion with a kiss, which Nelli did nothing to stop.

Ladies in armor more like yes please.

In addition to being the goddess of Death, Tanwen is also the general for the underworld’s army. Basically the question is what does Kynan even do with his life because Tanwen does every single important thing that needs doing (and remember that this is a woman who manages to lock herself out of her room at least once a week so that’s a little terrifying).