#oc ares

[marsuro]

Quick fursona doodle

[whump-in-the-closet]

If you are still doing the prompts:

“I just want to go home.”

sorry this ask took me so long! Anyway I used some of my newer ocs wooo

cw: female whumpee, forced to fight, blood, possibly broken wrist, training to the point of exhaustion, a pretty fucked up training facility

Leslie escaped from the training hall with a hollowed-out exhaustion. She sat down at a bench in the back of the locker room and let the fluorescent lighting gloss over the worst of the bruises. Slowly, she began to unwind the tape around her hands, wincing when it peeled back blood and patchy cuts with the white fabric. 

The few moments of quiet, with the ventilator humming softly, did not last long. 

Kaspian, the trainer, stormed into the locker room. His face was lined and etched with layerings of scars but his uniform was always pristine. 

“You!”

Leslie stood upright, the tape around her hands hanging half unwrapped. 

“Get back in there. I don’t remember permitting you to leave.” Kaspian pointed from her to the door. 

“I didn’t ask,” muttered Leslie as she walked past him. 

“What was that?” 

“Nothing,” said Leslie. 

Kaspian shook his head. “Wrap your hands back up. You have another match.” 

Great. 

As Leslie headed back to the hall, Kaspian following her, she retied the tape– now less white and more bloodstained– biting it off to tie it. 

The training room was loud, with red-glare lighting, filled with nervous energy and stained practice weapons.

Kaspian waved her towards the ring in the back of the room. Her opponent bounced in the corner, stretching their arms and grinning.

Grinning. 

Who grinned like that? 

Their hair was tied in an intricate braid and they had a twisting scar from their bottom lip to their collar bone. That was bad. They were also far taller than Leslie. That was worse. 

Leslie shot Kaspian a look. You have got to be kidding me. 

He wasn’t. He folded his arms, the message clear.

Leslie cursed in one long breath. Then ducked under the ropes. The lights were brighter, casting blood-red shadows over the ring. It enhanced the stains already on the floor. 

Her opponent’s eyes glowed when the bell rang. 

Leslie landed one punch. 

Only one. Her wrist made a snapping sound as it connected with her opponent’s face. 

And they didn’t even flinch. 

“Fuck–” 

Leslie was knocked backward onto the floor. All her breath was knocked out with it. Her vision swam with sudden, sharp tears, and through pieces of hair, she could make out Kaspian’s disappointed expression. 

The world spinning, she pushed herself to her hands and knees. Blood gushed from her nose in a steady stream. She wiped at it, more out of surprise than pain. 

Then her opponent kneed her. 

Leslie hit the floor with a dull thud. Her breathing picked up, shallow and through a clenched jaw. 

Faster and faster and faster. 

They kicked her one last time, with a laugh. They grabbed a handful of hair and twisted her head upwards until she cried out. 

The light burned brilliantly, spiraling into thin curls of color. She could see two of her opponent, then four. 

“Say you surrender.” 

Leslie did not. “Fuck…fuck off.” 

Her opponent sneered. With a shrugged “Fine then,” they kicked her in the mouth. They dropped her head and left the ring. 

Leslie cupped her mouth with both hands, curling up on the canvas. Blood pooled over her hands and onto the gritty texture of the floor. 

White pounded in her vision, ripping through her. It twisted through every nerve, alive and eating away– fading to red.

Kaspian pulled her to her feet. “You have so much work to do,” he said as she stumbled down the stairs.

Leslie kept a hand over her mouth, trying to contain the vicious aching to only one part of her body. “I…I just want to go home.” 

“Never say that again,” said Kaspian with a sudden intensity. “If Liege Sage catches you saying that, I won’t be able to help out.” 

Home. 

“This is your home, now.” 

Everything ached.

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[ace-shenanigans]

Meet Ares! Hes gonna be featured in a lil project Max ( @thecreationartist ) is workin on :3

[stardustghoul]

can u tell me some more about your characters? I see their names a lot but I don’t know much about them :O

Anon, I got so excited about this I went into a coughing fitANYWAY-I’ll just go through the list of my faves =DNone of them are heterosexual Their names link to pictures of them all!Julian is my Ghost-universe Ghoul OC. He’s trans, he plays guitar, he ran away from a very abusive home to join the Satanic church in hopes of a better life. I ship him with Copia because I’m shameless. I’m currently writing down his backstory, but the gist is that he got turned into a Ghoul through a ritual that bound his blood and transformed him. Fun stuff.

Eloi is my Good Omens-universe demon. Nonbinary, like all demons and angels in this universe. Usually presents male and uses ‘He/Him’ but will use ‘She/Her’ or ‘They/Them’ depending on how he’s choosing to present himself. He fell because of his rebellion against god, then rebelled against Satan. He’s a real ‘for the humans’ type. Likes science and motorcycles – two things he thinks humans did a good job on. Close to Zira and Crowley b/c all of my OCs are made specifically to interact with my favorite characters lmfao. OT3 yoNyx is my morally-gray Marvel-universe character. He’s trans. I decided to make him while watching Jessica Jones with a friend and I got attached to the absolute shitbag that is Kilgrave. He’s got telekinetic powers that are acute enough to be able to manipulate the most minute things, such as stopping someone’s heart or giving himself an adrenaline boost, as well as being able to move shit ‘n whatnot. I don’t know much about his backstory yet, as he is the newest of my OCs

Ares is my JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure boy. Also trans. Currently in the process of getting a little bit of a facial redesign. He was a drifter, going from place to place all over the world. Played music for money. His Stand’s name is Rhapsody, and his powers are akin to a banshee/siren. Banshee in the sense that he’s got a shriek that can stun people for as long as the shriek lasts, and siren in sense that he can sing, lulling people into a brief period of mind control – making them give up information. He’s shipped with Jotaro and later becomes a music producer. YeehawJackyll is my Overwatch boy. His city was destroyed and his family killed. Bisexual and cis. Had a fiance, but she was also, very sadly, killed when his parents and little brother were. He keeps pictures of them with him at all times. His powers are radiation based. A gun that lobs projectiles that do splash over-time radiation damage and stuff. He’s a mechanic in his spare time. Plays guitar.  Shipped with Junkrat because again, my OCs are made to be with my faves

[walsnart]

New world? NEW WORLD

Meet Ares the hell hound, Carter aka Cart the werewolf and Arabella the vampire

[marsuro]

Very late birthday gift for my bud @pantherpira-draws !!

[marsuro]

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