#winks ocs

[miss-m-winks]

Decided to do @color-palettes January color palette challenge, because I love doing limited palette work.

(image description: Digital painting in shades of pink and yellow, depicting a gnomish woman sitting on a couch while she works on a crochet blanket. End description.)

[fantasy-anatomy-analyst]

(image description: eight sketchbook drawings of characters holding a variety of pride flags, all nude and posed in ways that match some old fine art pieces. The nudity has been censored with cute digital flower stickers. end description.)

Characters:

Dalmar, intersex man. Kouto, nonbinary. Chacha, agender. Parva, nonbinary. Xulic and Kidron, genderqueer. Obeli (or Abuela) Moruga, genderqeer. Olli, demiguy. Sajak, genderqueer.

Genderqueer is kind of my default for "well, biologically and culturally, they already don't have binary sex or gender, so they kinda default to genderqueer." And I know maybe some people will be bothered by that, but it's just part of the worldbuilding I've written around all these non-human and frequently non-mammalian species of people.

The uncensored version is on my Patreon page. I do have one more drawing to add to this series, but since it's four child characters I will not need to worry about adding any censors and keeping the original image only on my patreon, as they will simply be wearing their pride flags as whole outfits.

The previous part of this, my binary trans characters, can be found over here.

detailed character descriptions and explanations of the pose references under the cut

Dalmar Ubora, a black intersex elf man with short black hair. He is holding his arms up as he holds the intersex flag, mimicking the pose of Virgin Mary from Titian's painting "The Assumption of the Virgin". The shading was washed out by the photo, but his belly is still clearly round from pregnancy. Dalmar is an interesting case, in that he was assigned male at birth based on his outward appearance, continues to identify as male throughout his life, but finds during puberty that what was believed to be an undeveloped penis was actually just a non functional body part. Instead, what actually developed to full functionality was his uterus. He still identifies as a straight cis man, and has come to terms with his body. He is married to a medically transitioned trans woman, and he could undergo operations to change his body if he wanted to. Instead, he has embraced his body and even birthed some children who were conceived via sperm donations. This is why I wanted a Mary pose for him, and this painting in particular is about Mary being welcomed into heaven as a blessed holy woman. Dalmar may not be a miraculous holy figure, but there is a reverence in the way he has come to love his body and chosen to bear children, including the surrogate birth of his brother's child.

Kouto Hayashi-Loryck, a slender nonbinary elf with black hair tied into a bun. They are holding the nonbinary flag and standing in the pose of a statue known as "Apollo Belvedere", which is so old no one knows the artist's name. One arm raised, one lowered, legs in the relaxed contrapposto pose. Kouto is an artist and an art model. Apollo is a god of the arts, and regarded as a beautiful and sexual figure. Kouto is bisexual and admittedly a very sexual and flirtatious person. They did settle into a happy marriage though (actually they are Dalmar's in-law and the sperm donor for the aforementioned surrogate birth.) Marriage has not stopped Kouto's flirtations, merely limited their targets to a singular person. It felt right to give him this pose, from a pretty well known portrayal of Apollo. Beauty, art, and sex, all defining traits of Apollo and Kouto alike, all present in a pose where the figure seems to be reaching for something above them.

Chacha Faraji, an agender black elf with short hair. They are facing away from the viewer, seated on a stool that is covered by the draped agender flag. No physical traits that could betray their agab are visible. Chacha is sitting in the pose of Reubens' painting "Venus at the Mirror". The arm closest to the viewer ends at the elbow, while they hold a mirror in front of their face with their one whole arm. Their face is seen reflected, smiling, little wrinkles visible by their eyes. I chose this painting in part because it did allow me to obscure Chacha's agab. They were my first nonbinary character, and I never really settled on an agab. But also, I enjoy putting characters who have unconventional bodies into poses associated with Venus or Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty. Chacha is missing half an arm, they are getting older and it shows in the wrinkles on their face. Chacha is also Aromantic and Asexual, the full queer triple A battery. The mirror pose has become an independence of beauty. "Look but don't touch." Chacha is beautiful, and they do not need to be beautiful for anyone but themself.

Parva Turbatus, a white nonbinary elf with shoulder length curly hair that has been shaved down on the far side of their head. They are holding the nonbinary flag, standing in the slightly closed off pose found in Paul Gariot's painting "Pandora's Box". One hand on their chest, one hand held out to hold the flag. They have top surgery scars on their chest and a c-section scar on their navel, though all of these have unfortunately been hidden by the flower censors. I chose a pandora pose for Parva because they have one of the most intense tragic backstories of any of my characters. Like Pandora opening the box, they have suffered through many things but came out the other side with Hope, and healing.

Xulic Vos and Kidron Engedi, a drow and a lizard person. They are sharing the genderqueer flag. Xulic has long ears and white hair in a braid, with a white monkey-like tail barely visible behind their legs. Kidron looks like a leopard gecko, and their tail is acting as a visual block in fron of Xulic's groin. They are standing together in the central pose of Raphael's "School of Athens" fresco. Xulic is pointing one hand up to the sky, while Kidron holds one hand palm down towards the earth. Xulic's chest is visibly flat, however I have rewritten the drow as a eusocial people, who's biology has made most of the common population infertile and visibly near identical above the waist. Xulic's agab is unknown to anyone but them, and perhaps their reptilian lover Kidron. Both drow and lizard folk have biology and cultures that do not really support a gender binary, so genderqueer suits them both quite well. I chose the School of Athens pose because these characters are scientists in fields that overlap, and they often get into deep discussions on the matter. Xulic is a paleontologist while Kidron is a geologist, and they have another friend (my protagonist) who studies archaeology.

Obeli (or Abuela) Moruga, an elderly goblin with sagging skin and axolotl-like frills on the sides of her head. She grins as she holds the gender queer flag, partly draped over the tall stool she is seated on. Her pose matches that of John Collier's "Priestess of Delphi" painting, which depicts a woman hunched over herself on a stool. Old Obeli Moruga, whose title best translates to "grandmother" is a significant figure in her community, both because of her more practical role as a leader and wise woman, but also because she has gained immortality and become an incarnation of Life Itself, after she was given the offer of such power when she nearly died in the goblin revolution. There are many figures that would suit her. Poses from statues of goddesses, like Athena or Gaia. Perhaps turning away from the theme of greek and roman figures I ended up with for my nonbinary group (dalmar is his own thing) and using the famous painting of Liberty on a battlefield. But now in her old age, all those poses of figures in more active poses, tall and imposing, simply didn't feel right. A wise old woman, hunched on a stool in a pose associated with the idea of an oracle, a priestess, a prophetess, felt much more fitting. (goblin culture does have specific pronouns for leadership, and in the common speech they have decided this translates best to the feminine "she/her")

Olli Moruga, also a goblin with axolotl-like frills, standing with the demiguy flag in his hands. He is in the pose of Michaelangelo's statue of Bacchus, god of wine, merriment, and madness. One hand up as if to salute with a cup, body leaning and perhaps a little unstable. Olli is a gay demiguy, stepping away from the naturally ungendered state of his people to embrace masculinity instead. He is extroverted, loves a good party, and has definitely been a little over his depth with alcohol on many occasions. He knows this is a problem. He used to act rebellious because of it, trying to be cool and aloof, but he has since admitted the truth to himself and now openly seeks help. His trans lover, Zaire (seen in a previous post) has become a great support to him. Even though it may seem odd to use the pose of a god of wine for a character that is trying to overcome an alcohol issue, I still feel like the vibe of Bacchus or Dionysus fits Olli well. He is not only a god of wine, but also of pleasure in general, a concept Olli embraces. Wild joy, perhaps to the point of becoming a little feral, abandoning tradition for personal fulfillment. It is unusual for goblins to embrace a binary gender, even partially. Gendered pronouns do not exist in their tongue, only being used in cases where common speech needs to be used to refer to certain significant figures, such as a leader. It is also unusual for a goblin to take a lover outside their species, since most goblins live in fairly isolated places and all mate together seasonally, depositing their eggs in a communal nursery pool. Olli stands out on purpose.

Lastly, Sajak, an amphibious person with some fish-like features such as their finned ears and a barely visible dorsal fin. They are holding the genderqueer flag as they stand in a commanding pose, one foot on a rock, one arm held out as if pointing to something below them. This pose is taken from the central Poseidon statue in the fountain of Trevi. Their head, arms, and torso are covered in dark tattoos in abstract designs, and they also have a few natural dark stripes along their arms and legs. The obvious connection between Sajak and this statue of Poseidon is that Sajak is a fish person and Poseidon is an ocean god. If I could have thought of a more medical figure, I may have made a different choice in the art reference. Sajak is primarily a doctor, a healer. They are fairly well known and they were an important figure on their home island, though they did leave eventually. Even so, there is a certain vibe to Sajak that suits the image of a powerful and unpredictable oceanic god. They are steady, intelligent, and careful, but they can become fierce when their loved ones are under threat, and the intense focus they show in their work as a doctor can be intimidating to see. There is a feeling of hidden power within Sajak, just as there is in the ocean when it seems calm. Fish folk, whether bipedal and amphibious or fully aquatic, also fit under my category of "non-mammalian people who are just kind of genderqueer by default due to their biology not fitting into a binary".

[miss-m-winks]

for @color-palettes April color palette challenge! my oc Talib making a glass vase

(image description: digital painting using a color palette of red, orange, yellow, purple, and two shades of blue. it depicts an elvish man sitting on a work bench in a vaguely blurry workshop. The bench is built with an extra table portion on the side and a frame to hold a glass blowing pipe while it's being rolled. The man has dark skin with several scars all over his face and arms, and black hair tied back in a puff. He's smiling but focused as he rolls a pipe with a hot glass vase at the end, which he is carefully opening up with a tool that resembles a pair of tongs. He is wearing a simple shirt with rolled up sleeves under a leather apron. On the left side of his body, he has a glass eye, a jeweled ear prosthetic and a simple prosthetic foot. end description.

[miss-m-winks]

Hello and welcome to the Creators Club. As it is Blorbo Blursday, happy Blorbo Blursday.

What does your character love about the people around them? What common, positive trait does their friend group/family share?

(Apologies for the confusion, my actual writeblr blog is @memento-morianon , I forgot liking a post would attribute that like to my main blog lol)

Gonna pick my oc Morianon, the bird dude protagonist. He loves his adoptive family, his wife Evarin, and his queerplatonic bestie, K'arik so much.

They have all done so much to help him recover from the trauma of his early childhood. He would not be who he is now without all of them and the support they've given him. He is an odd case, as he ended up being adopted by an elf family who moved and brought him to a country far from his birthplace. So he is the only one of his kind in his current hometown. But even so, his birth parents did their best to maintain a connection with his people, which has been a great help. As an adult, he has built his own connections and has plans to spend more time in his birth country. And obviously his wife will go with him, though his bestie has too many responsibilities locally to ever consider living elsewhere, even temporarily.

(Image description: sketches of three characters. From left to right; Evarin, a gnomish woman. K'arik, an orcish man. And Morianon, a humanoid man with bird features. The first image shows them as children, and the second image shows them as grown adults. They're all happy to be with each other. End description)

[miss-m-winks]

(image description: a sketchy digital painting in shades of pink, blue, and purple. It depicts a humanoid character with pig-like hands, feet, and facial features. She is standing in the pose of Botticelli's Birth of Venus painting, one hand by her chest, the other near her groin. She has long dark hair, sideburns, and body hair. She is wearing a tank top and a pair of casual pants with a belt. She is holding a trans flag. end description.)

There's been a lot of crap going on regarding trans people, online, politically, and in many other ways. It sucks. but in the meantime, I may as well make it clear that I support trans people.

This is Evarin, she's a gnome, and she is one of my two main characters in my very slow-going WIP story. (@memento-morianon is my writing sideblog) Evarin is the PoV character for a good portion of the story, so I hope when it's all done and published, there will be readers who find comfort and joy in her, maybe there will even be some people who see themselves reflected in her.

it's a long ways off, but at least I can share the art for now.

[miss-m-winks]

(image description: a six panel doodle comic of my oc Morianten and his family. Morianten is a humanoid man with wings, and soft feathers all over his body. At the start, he is sleeping hunched over under folded wings, while a tiny baby with stubby wings crawls towards him. He wakes up and says "oh, hi." as the baby snuggles into his arms. Then, a toddler crawls in to join the baby. Morianten lifts his arm to accommodate her, smiling softly and saying "ha, you too Brynzli?". After this, a black dog with tall ears and blank white eyes cuddles under one of his wings, looking very pleased to join in. Morianten gives it a stern look, saying "you don't even need sleep." In the final two panels, Morianten's wife arrives, looking down at the cuddle pile with an "aww". Morianten looks to her and asks "Ev, help." but in the very last panel she is also curled up under his wing, on the opposite side of the dog. With his whole family now snoozing under his feathers, morianten looks mildly annoyed. end description.)

when you're covered in soft warm feathers, you end up being the famliy's favorite nap spot, and you just have to accept that this is your life now.

[miss-m-winks]

(Image description: a page of pencil sketches depicting a man with bird-like wings. At the top of the page, he is drawn flapping his wings hard, scattering feathers, including a pair of long tail feathers. Next to this, he is drawn standing with a pile of feathers around his feet, hands on his hips and smiling in satisfaction. At the bottom of the page, he is waiting at a market stand with his hands folded on the counter. Above him, a sign reads "free feathers" and below is another sign reading "limited stock". The two long tail feathers hang off the top sign, and there are several baskets on and around the the stand. They are labeled, "blue", "green", "gold", and "flight feathers". End description.)

Just a quick doodle of what my protagonist oc does with all his feathers when he molts. The spring molt is all normal feathers, but the autumn molt includes his fancy courting plumage. The two long tail feathers and the soft gold back fan feathers are very popular with his local community. As a result of having him in town, pretty much everyone owns a few accessories and/or decorations made with his feathers. Any feathers not claimed by other people are shoved into pillows or scattered in the forest because they're biodegradable.

[miss-m-winks]

apparently it is/was trans day of visibility, so here is a little rough draft excerpt from the story I'm writing!

Context: Evelyn is a major PoV character, she is married to my protagonist, Mori. She's also trans, and her relationships with her parents and other people around her are a huge part of her character arc. So I'm practicing some isolated scenes like this, just character interactions that show off the relationship dynamics and character histories and such.

This seems like a real good one for the trans day of visibility, since it's a trans woman and her dad having a little nostalgia moment talking about a few details of her childhood and transition. Hope you enjoy reading it!

Her father's workshop always smelled of wool and cedar. With every steady breath, Evelyn felt like she had been thrust back into her childhood, sitting in the corner with a ball of scrap yarn while her father wove beautiful patterns on his loom. 

The yarn in Evelyn's hands now was a lovely soft grey, dyed with flecks of green and blue. She held it awkwardly, still trying to recall the hook-weaving techniques she had learned as a child. In and out, she stuck the polished wooden hook through her stitches, pulling the yarn through loop after loop, twisting up new stitches. 

Her father sat beside her, watching her with a gentle smile on his face while he worked on his own small project. His hands were swift, weaving stitches so fluidly that the yarn looked like a living thing. He barely glanced down at what he was doing. 

"Oh-" Evelyn frowned as the yarn slipped off her hook again. A few stitches worked themselves loose before she managed to get the hook back into a working loop. "I swear, I used to feel like I was good at this." She shook her head, and her father laughed.

"It has been a very long time, Evy. You'll get there." 

"How do you get your edges so even?" Evelyn held her unfinished rectangle at arm's length, squinting at the bumpy edges. The whole thing curled on itself, entirely uneven. Izune leaned over and looked at his daughter's work. 

"Your tension is inconsistent." He ran a finger over the stitches, drawing Evelyn's attention to the way some were loose and others were very tight. "That's why it's curling. As for your edges, well-" he brought his own work forward where she could see it better. "It's always going to be a little bumpy. That's why I always add a border around the edge."

"Yours still looks a lot straighter than mine," Evelyn mumbled, tracing her hands over the subtle bumps along the side of her father's work. It was the same color of yarn, the same simple pattern of basic stitches in a basic rectangle. Where her work was uneven and tense, his was smooth. "You make it look so easy." 

"Years of practice," Izune chuckled, sitting back and picking up his stitches again. "You've had years of practice too, you just took a very long break from it. Be patient with yourself; you'll find your rhythm again." He settled into his work, making the yarn flow and twist into place. Evelyn sighed and pulled her row out, starting over with a fresh count. 

Her goal was a baby blanket. Something simple, but pretty enough to be worth keeping. As she worked the yarn into place, she remembered her own favorite blanket from early childhood. Blue and white, handmade with an interlocking shell stitch that felt so soft and round in her little hands. It was in storage now, carefully folded up into a box alongside so many other memories. Memories she and her husband could pass along to their own child, someday soon. 

"You are getting faster," Izune commented, "starting to look more like the work you did when you were seven." 

"Oh, and what age did it remind you of before?" Evelyn shot him a mischievous look. He crinkled his snout with a lopsided grin. 

"I know better than to answer that." 

"Looks like what I did when I was three," Evelyn laughed. Izune snorted and shook his head. 

"No, no, I remember what you did when you were three. Took me a week to untangle all that yarn." 

"Bet you don't miss those days, huh?"

"I do miss them, actually." Izune paused and set his work down. Evelyn's cheeky smile softened and she scooted closer to him. He put an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into a sideways hug. "You made a real mess of my yarn, sometimes, but I do miss the days when you were there in the corner, trying to make a scarf or a shawl while I worked at the loom." 

"I don't remember why I stopped," Evelyn murmured, "I loved to do this, when I was a little boy." She rubbed her thumbs over the uneven stitches. "Why did I let it go for so long?"

"Well, I figured you just had other priorities and interests," Izune said while combing his fingers through her long hair. "There were a lot of new things on your mind, once you started transitioning." Evelyn nodded and went silent for a while. She snuggled against her father, curling her legs up and making herself small.

"Do you ever wish I had stayed a boy?" she whispered. Izune held her tighter, kissing the top of her head. 

"I used to, sometimes." He sighed and leaned back against the wall. "Felt like I was watching you grow up too fast, all those changes happening at once. But you were so happy, when you looked in the mirror and saw yourself as a girl for the first time." 

"I remember." Evelyn smiled and wrapped her arms around her father. "You made the fabric for my first twirly skirt. I still have it, somewhere." 

"You wore that skirt nearly every day," Izune laughed, "hardly let us wash it." 

"Maybe my own kid will wear it next," Evelyn mused, "we have no idea what gender they'll be. Mori says his people don't really distinguish gender until puberty anyway." 

"I'm still getting used to the idea that my first grandchild will be an egg," Izune teased. Evelyn giggled and sat up, taking the yarn in her hands again. 

"They'll only be an egg for a few months." She started her stitches again, relaxing beside her father, feeling more confident in her hands now. Izune shrugged.

"Well, at least I'll have time to baby proof the yarn stash. Though it might not be enough, if they inherit your mischief." He poked Evelyn in the ribs before he picked up his work again, making her squeak in surprise. She bumped him with her elbow in return. 

"I got it from you first."