Non-commercial, personal use only picrew! OK to use for icons. Don't edit, don't sell. Please kindly give credit or link back to here or to
The recom OC picrew is here!
After weeks of suprisingly tedious work, the picrew is finally done! I'm so, so glad it's finally off my shoulders and into the wild! I've gained a lot of respect for picrew makers, as it was definitely a challenge on my patience!
Massive thank yous to :
@livisart for the actual tutorial that enabled the madness.
@straydaddy for the amazing painted backgrounds and atokirina seeds
@bombshe77 kindly contributed the bite and wire tattoos
@exxorciusxxx on twitter did the Mansk tattoo
@Killveous on teitter contributed the Quaritch and Lyle tattoos!
Many thanks as well to everyone on the Deja Blue server for keeping the hype alive as I struggled through this one!
Feel free to drop me a ko-fi! <3
Instructions and tips!
Any OC goes, but for the moment the gear and haircuts are recom only! Makes icons and pfps! Just, don't edit, don't crop the watermark, don't use for commercial purposes.
Please try and credit me (here or the picrew) if using.
The ears do not match the skin colour automatically, due to the stripe colours needing to blend. Sobe sure to check the ears!
The wrap around queue current has two settings, and only one goes with a jacket (the one with a knife).
Please feel free to DM if you see any bugs. I'll be polishing it for a while.
For those of you who follow us on here, we have a secret 8th prompt!!
HORROR : Existential - Eldritch - Cosmic
Pick your poison and go wild! Of course you can submit on your own time, or simply share sketches or drabbles. We know it's been a long week, but some of you clearly love a challenge!
Here are suggestions for those of you uncertain about where to take any of those themes :
Recoms are rife with existential horror! What if Quaritch and Lyle are given 2.0 versions of all their recoms? And again? Like a time loop? What if they have edited memories? Discover other clones of themselves, awake or not?
And MANY things can happen in space! What about waking up in a derelict ship, still in the tube? What if Eywa fights back with a virus that affects recoms who make tsaheylu? What if Pandora has critters that live very high in the atmosphere and squeeze in the cargo door?
What about a recom having to connect to Eywa to go find the stolen mind of their friend, like Orpheus and Eurydice, except Eywa's network is the afterlife? (Can't imagine Q would find a warm welcome there). What if she can create endless iterations a la matrix?
Anyway, inspire yourself from these examples or fly with your own! The Pandoran night is not very dark, but definitely full of terrors!
Have fun with that last impromptu-prompt and don't fret if you don't have the spoons for it! We love you, this event has been awesome!
Stay tuned tomorrow rather late for our team's message, and don't forget that we TOTALLY ACCEPT LATE ENTRIES!!!
Set before Dragon and Fellow actually become recoms cause Fellow's human death is just very good angst. Still counts, yeah?
Also we get to throw Parker, another one of our recoms into it, so yeah, it's that good stuff.
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It was normal for Dragon and Fellow to swap dog tags if one of them was going on a mission or to an area without the other, which happened sometimes.
It was a tradition for them. By switching dog tags, the person who was leaving was saying 'You have my tags, so I'll come home alive to get them back.'
And while not swapping tags didn't stop the other from going, it sure voiced your displeasure about it.
Honestly if it were up to Fellow, he wouldn't go, bulldozer duty wasn't great. He'd much rather stay in bed with Dragon unless they had to get up to do stuff around base. And Dragon refusing to swap his tags with him the week before sure proved that he also didn't want Fellow to go either.
And maybe Fellow did him just a little dirty to make sure he walked out of base with those tags on.
See, Dragon slept like the dead after he and Fellow had a little fun in the sheets. He could get stabbed and he likely wouldn't wake up.
It was bit mean to use it as a way to get what he wanted, but technically it was fun for both parties and sure, Dragon would probably yell at him about it when he got back, but small price to pay to keep a tradition.
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It's easy enough to unclasp the tags from around his sleeping partner's neck, Fellow planting a light kiss on the sleeping solider's temple before he gets up, securing the dog tags around his neck and setting his own down nearby where Dragon would see them whenever he awoke in the morning.
Usually he'd stay, but he was going to try to avoid the smaller's wrath for as long as he could, as his beloved was a bit of a loose canon when he wasn't in a good mood.
Fellow was just lucky he had what it took to handle him.
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Dragon is aware that the usual weight in his bed is gone when he wakes up in the late afternoon hours. He groans, pushing himself up, fully expecting to find Fellow chilling in the corner somewhere waiting on him.
He is not.
"God, you fuckward, where'd you go?" Dragon mutters to himself, as he forces himself out of bed to attempt to get ready for whatever a day on Pandora decided to throw at him.
He's reaching to adjust his tags when he realizes they're gone. He searches his bed for them, then the whole room. Until he finds Fellow's tags instead, sitting there where his partner left them, almost mocking him in a way.
Fellow had stolen his dog tags and booked it. Probably in the middle of the night. And Dragon had slept through it. Like an idiot.
"I'm gonna kill him," Dragon growls under his breath, snatching up Fellow's tags and heading out. The second he got back from bulldozer duty, Dragon was going to lay into him. How dare he sneak off after stealing his stuff, the fucking weasel! Just he wait!
He doesn't even think that he might not get the chance.
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"So far we've counted 7 bodies, but there could be more, people were changing shifts when it happened."
We found another one over here!"
"Shit. Who is it?"
"We weren't sure, but they've got their dog tags, but it's hard to make out the name."
A sort of hush falls over the room as everyone waits with baited breath to learn about another name, another team member to add to their list of dead.
Dragon feels sick, clutching Fellow's tags as he stands there, anxiousness building.
The leader of the team on screen reaches for the tags that are passed over by the other who's crouched by a badly burned body.
Dragon immediately curses the clear quality of the body cam recording everything. Because he knows those tags.
He doesn't need to hear his own name read off, or the curse the leader lets out as the realization dawns on him as well.
He doesn't even realized someone's come over to his side, until he's being pulled into a chest, held tight in an arm, a voice whispering, "Don't look anymore."
Parker had been watching Dragon ever since they'd started counting bodies. All of them in the room had been exposed to large levels of death at some point, but Dragon was pretty young, and death was harder on him than it was on the rest of them.
And being faced with the death of someone you cared about...
Parker had grabbed him and tried to block some of it out.
Dragon is not a touch person, he liked human contact less than the normal amount, but right now, he really didn't want anyone touching him. Not when his world was currently spiraling head first into the ground with enough force to kill a man.
He tries to pull away, but is not allowed to, in fact, Parker refused to let him go, her other arm coming around to hold onto him against herself.
Like he wasn't a solider, and instead a frightened child.
He's not a child, even if he's young. He'd seen death before, and on Pandora, the risk of it was even higher than back on Earth. They weren't invincible out here, death was an occupational hazard, he wouldn't cry about it, Fellow probably wouldn't have, he knew what he was getting into when he left, he-
Dragon hears a hiccup, and it takes a second or two for it to sink it that he's the one who did it.
Park holds him a little tighter, leaning over him slightly, muffling the wrecked sobs that start to eventually come out of Dragon as he breaks, as it all really hits him.
Fellow is gone.
It was like a sick fucking joke. He'd been here one day and now he wasn't, just like that.
This wasn't how it was suppose to go. He was suppose to come back. That what taking Dragon's tags had meant, that he try his hardest to come back, come hell or high water.
Parker mutters something into his hair, but Dragon can't hear her, his fingers curling so tight around Fellow's tags that his knuckles turn white.
Pandora was a right cruel place.
Inspired by this gif ^
Not gonna lie, we were gonna go the fist bump route, but as we were looking at this gif yesterday, the recom in the back came into focus like a light-bulb going off, and we noticed the dogs tags and things just sort of plummeted into place.
And they did my babygirl OC Erik Sorensen! Most canon face yet, I love him!!
I've commissioned Svi in the past for a fabulous Quaritch fanart... I've been depriving the world because it's to come out with a chapter and I'm here with writer's block while the fandom moves on... I feel terrible lol
But if you love their style like I do, reach out to them for comms on discord at svitor#7166
