gijinkas of some characters from @askteamsupernova

DREADBRINGER

Little doodle of Requiem to de-stress because I love them

I love WX and Wormwood so much I decided that they are going to become my ocs

This is Requiem! A futuristic robot that found themself trapped in a fantasy world unlike their own

They are more based off of my WX design instead of the canon one lol

They also have some Mettaton influences lol I love my gay robots

Some Requiem backstory

Some spoilers for The Dark Urge, but a lot of it isn't canon but more headcanon on how I see my Durge's past.

Backstory: She's a Bhaalspawn. Dedicated to her father through and through. The dread lord, the assassin.

In her youth she had no idea she was. Just the urge whispering in the edges of her mind. A pull, an allure to kill and maim. It didn't start right away though. Raised by two individuals who found this wee babe. A human and a tiefling couple. A little tiefling baby, grey of skin and eyes of red. Alone baby cooing softly into the night, found by them on their way back home from a late night stroll from the harbour. The draw to this baby was powerful. No soul in sight. They didn't know what to do but considered this a blessing. Together they took the baby home and raised it as their own. Her name however was not Requiem back then. They named her Melody originally because she had such a beautiful laugh and the cutest face. Sweet as a melody. Her adoptive father being a musician himself as well.

For the first few years her adoptive father played music for her and watched the young one dance and sing as she got bigger and bigger. Started to even learn how to play the lyre as she aged. Yet the young Melody (who later will be given the name Requiem) would wonder off during the evening, sometimes even skipping out from school.

(This next part I know isn't canon per se, but it is my head canon. lol) There were abandon houses down by the harbour. There she would hear the urge call to her, starting to bubble up from the recesses of her mind. She would find herself waking up with blood on her hands and an animal torn apart as she sat within a room of the abandoned home. With no memory how she even got this animal to begin with. She was never scared, just confused. She didn't tell anyone, just wash her hands quietly and head back home. She kept it her secret.

Until one evening.

She found herself being woken up by a disgruntled boy's voice. Opening her eyes and trying to focus her sight to see a disheveled boy with black hair and dark eyes. His clothes simple, his stare frustrated. Sitting up she again found herself with bloody hands and fluffs of small plumage dried in the cakey brown blood on her hands. Just the boy just giving her a hard time being in his secret spot and got a dirty bloody bird in it too. After some exchanges and talk she learned it was a boy of the name Enver.

With time she found herself more and more sneaking out to meet up and follow after the Cobbler's son. Trying to get an understanding of him as he didn't fear her. Didn't blink much about the blood on her hands. Curious of his tinkering and why he always was leaving home. After some time they even started to be friends.

He tolerated her, despite being weirdly violent girl.

She'd leave him letters and bring him snacks, he didn't look like he ate well, or often for that matter. Her mother working as a baker was nice for this. She'd softly play her lute, her back to his as he would tinker quietly. Mucking around with scraps he would find. It was peaceful. Far more than normal. Especially for Enver. He even started to call her by a nickname. Melody didn't fit her. One who plays music and "accidentally" kills innocent animals wouldn't be simply a melody, but a Requiem. A name far more powerful. He would speak about rising up, gaining so much power he wouldn't have to fear anything again. Hide no more. No one can do him wrong. His words so full of hatred... She would listen to him. He spoke of her being by his side when this happens. Talking for hours in their secret place away from the world.

It was too good to be true.

One night young Melody grew into her nickname. Awaking dead of night to the death of both her, who had assumed were her parents, both dead upon the ground. Blood cooling upon the ground, pooling beneath her feet. The lyre strapped to her back and a knife in her hand. For the first time she trembled at the sight. This was no simple mouse or bird. These were her parents who raised her. From the shadows a goblin looking character with black and red garb. A hat adorning a snakes skeleton, smiling gleefully. Applauding the young mistress of her first true murder. That her true father would be so proud. In shock, dropping the knife, she ran. Bolting from the home, running as fast as she could to the Cobbler's home. Hoping to find sanctuary with her only friend. Hiding in the shadows, beneath the window of the kitchen before climbing in she over heard his parents speaking. Being so elated not worry about their debt thanks to handing Enver over to a warlock. They also didn't need to deal with him no more.

Feeling a hand on her shoulder to see the goblin looking character again. Toothy smile, expressing she won't find her friend and it is time to go home. He'll explain everything later.

And that was that for her youth. There were multiple deaths that night. Her adopted parents, Melody, and her friendship. After that she continued growing up within the temple of Bhaal. Learning of her true identity. Requiem was who she was going forward. Once old enough she still went to a bardic college within Baldur's Gate. Partaking in her studies to bolster her talents of magic and martial combat. Swords, daggers, bows. It makes killing that much easier.

She became a terror, but none would have known any better. She knew how to sing, dance, act, and play different instruments (though the lyre was her favourite as it was her first). She had so much charisma she could sell a miser out of his last coin. She'd poison people at weddings and banquets. She'd use her music and spells to disguise herself as someone else and would confidently walk into homes to kill the family in the night. She'd lure drunken fools looking for a quick twist into the alleys for her to be the only one to emerge. And no one was the wiser with how she blended in and knew how to talk. And after killing she'd sing her prayers out to her father in pure reverence. Leading the believers in the temple with ceremony, ritual, death, prayer... Requiem.

Years and years will go by. Until one day it was brought to her attention that a young upstart Banite was gaining traction and the dead three is seeking an alliance to build power once again. Being the head of the temple, Requiem asked to go and meet. See if it will be worth doing. Being loyal to no one but her father she agreed to do it as he wishes it. Deep with in underground where the thieves and cutthroats lurk. Nothing she wasn't used to as she'd do hits for gang leaders. Heading into the location, the door guarded by heavily armour humans with black hands adorning their armour. Requiem moves to enter being blocked without proof, which came with a swift stab into the throat of one of the guards. Moving at lightning speeds about the strike the next one to her arm being grabbed, twisting quickly throwing her weight to slice them to see dark eyes meet her red ones. Those eyes so familiar. The black hair and dark eyes, looking back at the tiefling that's grey of skin and eyes of red. Both realizing who each other was. Enver and Requiem, chosen of two of the dead three. Long years apart with no idea where one another was, if each other was alive.

In that moment the talk of power was truly going to begin.

Their power will be... absolute.

Chibis done for an rp forum I'm taking part in with friends >:]

TF Fankid OC Quick Facts! [Asks Open!]

Compass Quick Facts! [Prowl x Starscream] -Song: Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift -She/Her -Faction: Autobots -Altmode: Police motorcycle -Colors, etc: Blue, black, white; red optics; 11.8ft -In a romantic relationship with Lunar -Guardian(s): Prowl -Voice Claim: Azula [Avatar: The Last Airbender]

Lunar Quick Facts! [Megatron x OP] -Song: Waiting On A Miracle - Stephanie Beatriz -She/Her -Faction: Autobots -Altmode: Space Infrared Telescope -Colors, etc: Blue, silver, white; white optics; 16.5ft -In a romantic relationship with Compass -Guardian(s): Optimus Prime -Voice Claim: Princess Bubblegum [Adventure Time]

Requiem Quick Facts! -Song: Propaganda! - Crusher -He/Him -Faction: Decepticons -Altmode: IBM 305 RAMAC -Colors, etc: Silver; purple optics; 19ft -Younger twin of Venture -Guardian(s): Nightlight, Megatron -Voice Claim: Edward Elric [Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood]

Skyline Quick Facts! [Skyfire x Elite Trine] -Song: DEATHWISH - poutyface -She/They -Faction: Autobots -Altmode: F-15 Strike Eagle -Colors, etc: Cyan, purple, a touch of orange; red optics 31ft -Part of the triplets: middle child -Guardian(s): Skyfire -Voice claim: Kyubey [Puella Magi Madoka Magica]

Starsweeper Quick Facts! [Skyfire x Elite Trine] -Song: It's Alright - Mother Mother -They/Them -Faction: Autobots -Altmode: F-15 Strike Eagle -Colors, etc: Red, black, flashy; blue optics; 31ft -Part of the triplets; oldest child -Guardian(s): Skyfire -Voice claim: Kyoko Sakura [Puella Magi Madoka Magica]

Sunblast Quick Facts! -Song: Centuries - Fall Out Boy -He/Him -Faction: Decepticons -Altmode: Global Hawk -Colors, etc: Dark blue; red optics; 22ft -Guardian(s): Nightlight, Soundwave -Voice claim: The Collector [The Owl House]

Venture Quick Facts! -Song: Two Birds - Regina Spektor -She/Her -Faction: Decepticons -Altmode: Mitsubishi F-2 -Colors, etc: Purple, dark blue; red optics; 25ft -Older twin of Requiem -Guardian(s): Nightlight, Megatron -Voice Claim: Historia Reiss [Attack On Titan]

Wind Chime Quick Facts! [Skyfire x Elite Trine] -Song: Sleeping Through the End of the World - PuffHost -She/Her -Faction: Autobots -Altmode: Boeing X-37 -Colors, etc: Sunny yellow, dark gray accents; red optics; 43ft -Cracked left optic -Part of the triplets; youngest child -Guardian(s): Skyfire -Voice claim: Violet Evergarden [Violet Evergarden English Dub]

It was a strange thing; the first time he noticed how her gaze softened when their eyes met. She had always been such a vision of power to him: strong, proud, stoic. It was what he first admired when he met the infamous Queen of The Red Fields. In hindsight, it made sense that his views on a living legend were so shallow. All he had known then was the gossip that twisted through the Plaguelands; that she had survived what every other soul could not, that she was rebuilding that dead kingdom from from the ground up - and, of course, that she may have been looking for a suitor.

He hadn’t had much hope when he made the trek for the Fields, but it was worth a shot. He was a prince, after all - line for the throne be damned - but he would have tried to find a way to avoid returning “home” even if he had been rejected. But he didn’t need to.

She accepted his proposal, and they were quickly wed amidst her paltry but loyal followers. Word was sent to his kingdom, and he never heard back. A relief in most ways.

The fact that he and Queen Requiem got along at all was more than he’d dared to hope for. He respected her, and was respected in turn. His input was valued, and their conversations were pleasant.

In time, he came to realize that feelings he’d long discounted as being figments of childhood innocence had begun to return. Brief moments in which he felt what must’ve been contentment, and feeling a sense of safety in the presence of another.

There were still times he feared for his life, of course, but it was different now. Danger came from the outside, and not the people he had to live amongst every single day. When he and the queen were under threat, they were a united front. 

He loved her. He couldn’t place the moment when it had begun, when his admiration and gratitude drifted to something deeper, but once he realized it he had no doubt.

She was his queen, his salvation, his everything.

There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her. Nothing.

Mercy getting away from something...that she might have caused.

Merry (almost) Christmas, here are some Christmas space cats

Your mother must be so proud

You sublimate yourself, drowning us of rich

Absolutelly underrated dynamic between Warlock and Patron is Sire/Sired. Forget about the "I own you / I sold my soul to you and I must do your wishes" what about "I am devoted to you and you're honoring me every time you grant me a gift." what about the "You're infinitely more powerful than I'll ever be but I will raise my puny sword for you at any time"

Chilling at the stream with the bestieee

“My hero, huh?” “That’s me.”

Had the opportunity to commission @diientedegato for this amazing and wholesome piece for my Hysteria ship 🩷🩷🩷

Sought out more makers to try to make Requiem. Trying my best with the options. haha Dark assassin bard. c:

Links to them, pretty sure not in order, but nevertheless.

https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1855819

https://picrew.me/ja/image_maker/582810

https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1564386/

https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/296093/

https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/111486