Mha Oc - Blog Posts

I just recently got a working touchscreen laptop, so I decided my first artwork on it would be my MHA self insert! I'm still working on the kinks of her quirk, so the writing in the first image explaining it isn't exactly correct, so it will change to be more accurate eventually!

From now on I'll probably be posting random drawings that I do, and push myself to post something at least once a week. Have a good day or night! :D

How it feels to make a mha oc in 2024

I like him way too much. Also, I decided to give his quirk the name Superspeed and his hero name is Slowmotion, since in his perception he slows down his entire surroundings as he uses his quirk.

Trying to create a character sheet for him for this year's ArtFight. If you want, check out my profile (got a lot of old characters back there where I DEFINITELY need to redraw the ref-sheets since my style changed a lot.)

artfight.net

Art Fight

An art trading game

(I could also imagine him wearing a Hawaiian shirt instead of his orange T-shirt. He would definitely look good in that... Gotta add this to the lost of things I want to draw but probably forget about again.)

Finished it. I'm kind of not satisfied with the result. (Don't get me wrong, I still think this looks good) I need to keep drawing with markers to learn to use them better.

Just to prove that this hand looks like the one from the scene:

And yeah, I have no idea why I drew this. And ignore the arm from the hand.

Jupp, we're getting there.

Still need to get a name for him...

Okay I made a sick sketch

It's tiny (like on the corner of my sketchbook) but I saw that pose and I was thinking like, okay this is EXACTLY how it looks when he uses his quirk so I scribbled down the pose and then drew him.

I want to make that in big. With markers. And maybe even make a background. And hang it on the wall to Kirishima and Denki.

And I was also thinking of something funny. The way he would describe how he fights with his quirk:

I can use my quirk as a weapon. Just think of it ... like a table. A table isn't dangerous, right? Then you accidentally drop something beneath it, try to pick it up and while getting back up you hit your head against the table. Although, it's just a table, it still hurts, right?

(I'm not sure if I'll allow him to reshape his forcefields but if I do, he would add:

Now imagine the table being a spikey pyramid...)

Jupp, we're getting there.

Still need to get a name for him...

Note: My place is currently such a mess. Shreds of paper everywhere.

And I can't stop moving the hand in all different positions. Now I've realized that the way I drew it, it is similar to that one scene where Katsuki and Shoto make those stupid cute anime faces. That scene made me laugh for over a minute.

Okay I made a sick sketch

It's tiny (like on the corner of my sketchbook) but I saw that pose and I was thinking like, okay this is EXACTLY how it looks when he uses his quirk so I scribbled down the pose and then drew him.

I want to make that in big. With markers. And maybe even make a background. And hang it on the wall to Kirishima and Denki.

And I was also thinking of something funny. The way he would describe how he fights with his quirk:

I can use my quirk as a weapon. Just think of it ... like a table. A table isn't dangerous, right? Then you accidentally drop something beneath it, try to pick it up and while getting back up you hit your head against the table. Although, it's just a table, it still hurts, right?

(I'm not sure if I'll allow him to reshape his forcefields but if I do, he would add:

Now imagine the table being a spikey pyramid...)

Damn, replicating that pose in big was difficult. And the hand! I just couldn't get it right. It finally ended in me doing a second sketch but I kept trying to draw that hand over the old one and got it right but couldn't get it right on the new one. So, I cut it out and laid it on top.

And now, I think this looks so much cooler, that I'll keep the hand drawn on a separate layer.

Okay I made a sick sketch

It's tiny (like on the corner of my sketchbook) but I saw that pose and I was thinking like, okay this is EXACTLY how it looks when he uses his quirk so I scribbled down the pose and then drew him.

I want to make that in big. With markers. And maybe even make a background. And hang it on the wall to Kirishima and Denki.

And I was also thinking of something funny. The way he would describe how he fights with his quirk:

I can use my quirk as a weapon. Just think of it ... like a table. A table isn't dangerous, right? Then you accidentally drop something beneath it, try to pick it up and while getting back up you hit your head against the table. Although, it's just a table, it still hurts, right?

(I'm not sure if I'll allow him to reshape his forcefields but if I do, he would add:

Now imagine the table being a spikey pyramid...)

Okay I made a sick sketch

It's tiny (like on the corner of my sketchbook) but I saw that pose and I was thinking like, okay this is EXACTLY how it looks when he uses his quirk so I scribbled down the pose and then drew him.

I want to make that in big. With markers. And maybe even make a background. And hang it on the wall to Kirishima and Denki.

And I was also thinking of something funny. The way he would describe how he fights with his quirk:

I can use my quirk as a weapon. Just think of it ... like a table. A table isn't dangerous, right? Then you accidentally drop something beneath it, try to pick it up and while getting back up you hit your head against the table. Although, it's just a table, it still hurts, right?

(I'm not sure if I'll allow him to reshape his forcefields but if I do, he would add:

Now imagine the table being a spikey pyramid...)

I drew superspeed a little friend, so they could cause havoc together.

And I used markers for this one (except the skin because I don't have the right colors.)

I also don't have a name for him but this sweet guy admires Edgeshot and straves to become one of the top ten heroes, just as him.

I don't have a name for his quirk as well, but he can create force fields and absorb physical force. Then he can release all of the force he collected. That also works with quirks but he can only absorb one quirk-impact at a time and needs to release it before being able to absorb another quirk-impact. (And with quirk-impact I mean something like a wall of ice hitting the force field.)

And for just trying out to draw with markers again this turned out pretty cool. I remember the last time I tried that I got frustrated as I colored in the skin and the character started to look like an orange. But this blend of pencils and markers feels nice. Not spending an entire day on a drawing and getting vibrant colors.

I went a little further and started experimenting with colors. And this is what came out.

I also decided that his hero name is Superspeed.

(I'm still worried that he looks really similar to Denki...)

Also happy that this could be a good step towards creating comics 😀

Note: I made a picture of myself for drawing the hands and man, that made it a lot easier.

My Hero M.list

Ochako

Sweetest - Pt.1 - Pt.2

It’s a bit unorganized right now, but I just started, so I’ll work on that as time goes by!!

Okay so back at school, I was at gym and it was a free day where we do whatever we want so I just sitting near a wall drawing. Until my brain was like “hey, what if Todoroki had a fifth sibling?” So I drew it. Don’t blame me, blame my weird brain

I have art of her on my phone but I’m wondering if I should show her?

Working on more action poses as well as alternate hero costumes. Wish from their first year internship with Snipe. They put a lot of focus into combat training while interning their first two years.

My second outfit/pose practice. I feel like I’m getting better at detail work, I put a lot of effort into these pants.

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Ричард Тео Баркли — третекурсник академии Шикецу, один из перспективных студентов геройского факультета. Будущий герой разведки. Его геройское имя — Шухер — идеально отражает роль на поле боя: быть на чеку, предугадывать опасность и предупреждать союзников.

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Его причуда — сенсорный резонанс, обостряющая все чувства до предела, позволяя воспринимать мельчайшие детали окружающего мира. Ричард улавливает звуки, которые другие не слышат, замечает малейшие движения и чувствует вибрации в воздухе. Со временем, развивая способность, Ричи научился предугадывать движения — его мозг мгновенно обрабатывает сенсорные данные, позволяя предсказывать траекторию атак противников.

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На первый взгляд Баркли кажется хмурым и замкнутым, но стоит с ним заговорить — и всё меняется. Он моментально включается в разговор, ловко парируя и вставляя меткие замечания. В его словах часто сквозит сарказм. Несмотря на внешнюю сдержанность, в нём чувствуется внутренняя энергия, которая проявляется, когда он увлечён чем-то по-настоящему интересным.

Йоу. Пробный пост с моим ОС по геройской академии. Тут нет лора, только коротенькая информация о моём мальчике 🙏

Немного больше в моём тгк — @sanflork_Ch ⭐

Another baby hokuto 🫶🏻 he hates getting in the bath but doesn’t wanna leave when he gets in

Ok heroes are up next!!!! I hope you all like ittt-

Baby hokuto [happy] I love drawing him when he’s squishy and tiny. Also thinking of the ‘how could I make a man out of you’ audio, but it being ‘how could I make a dad out of you.’ Idk kinda cringe but baby hokuto is dear to me 🫰

Sorry for being gone for years! I’m back though!

Anyways here is villain!

Name: Shadow igichi natomako

Age: when they “died” around 17. 34

Quirk(s):

Detonate: Anything they touch they will be able to make explode on will, has a timer of how long they can do it- like a bomb.

Shapeshifter: can transform into a person although does need info (a picture or a quick description)

Description:

- before -

A slim, tall girl with long beautiful peach coloured hair, her skin was pale and dotted with freckles that covered all but her dark grey eyes and rosey lips. Around 4’11.

- after -

A muscly 7ft beast, usually wearing all black or military. Inside, a scarred face with two milky and whitened eyes with the same rosey lips. The freckles mostly scratched off as her scars ruined most of her face.

Backstory-

🔔TRIGGER WARNING!!🔔

Cannibalism

Gore

Abuse/ harm

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As a Young child, around the age of six Ichigi was a happy and quite shy girl. Always adorned by her fellow villagers in the village of Aogashima. A village that accepted “normal” people. When she gained her quirk of shapeshifting the village called her a monster, despised her. Her family, who used to see her as their pride and joy, were nothing short of humiliated. Embarrassed of their freak of a daughter. She was hit and abused, shove and forgotten, locked away and “lost” their keys.

One day was too far, she had finished an art piece of hers, a passion of hers. She loved to paint and test colours, adored it even. She walked home to find her art supplies destroyed and black art dotted around all over with stick people and other random doodles. It was clear her younger sister, anamori, had done something. She was only five at the time. Igichi was enraged and snapped at her sister, a petty argument breaking out as fists were drawn and insults were thrown. It was only when her mother came in to stop them did the fighting cease.

She was locked in her room with nothing but a pen and some paper to write an apology letter. Days had passed before she was freed and let go. Her parents got worse on her too, snide comments with small “playful” hits on the head. After that day she couldn’t handle it:

Igichi lay in her bed, staring at her hands as the hustle and bustle of the floor below rung quietly in her ears. She had the twitches again, ichigi’s father -futakuro- walked in and handed her food, a small sandwich with a salad and drink on the side. She looked up and stared at her father as she reached out to grab his hand.

Boom

That hand was gone in an instant, all that remained was blood and the bones scattered all over. The skin splattered against the wall as igichi flinched from her father’s otherworldly shriek, loud and pain consumed.. a dark satisfaction grew.. it sounded like music to her tiny child brain. She smiled down at him, a twisted sadistic grin. That was not igichi.. it was a dark shadow of what was once a sweet and innocent girl.

Futakuro fell to the floor, clutching his hand as it was a baby or an injured child as he tried shuffling away. Slowly shaking his head in fear, he mumbled, “What happened to you..?”

The little girl giggled, the giggling slowly ascending to laughter, slow and insane as she stared at the crumbled man infront of her. Ichigi slowly drifted forward, her whole body losing its sense as she reached her hand out, looking at the old man with a grin. The grin of a fed up girl.

Ichigi gently touched her father’s legs, tracing a finger up to his abdomen. Smiling that cold smile that her very father feared. Futakuro closed his eyes in feared anticipation as he laid in wait.. nothing. Silence filled the room, the only noise was her father’s heavy breathing and shaky whimpers. Ichigi’s father slowly opened his eyes, raising his furrowed eyebrows as he stared at his soon to be killer.

“Wh-what.. you- you ha-“ That was all Futakuro could mutter before a pained scream escaped his dry, bloodied lips. Blood splattered his torso as his stomach exploded, guts and blood flying around the room. Painting the room like some sort of sick canvas. She watched him, writhing around in pain as his breath slowed and distorted, like a broken VHS tape. Soon as she heard a door open ichigi’s face dropped, freezing as the clarity of her recent bloodlust hit her right on the head. Her eyes teared up, her hands felt numb, her lips and throat dryer than the desert.

Ichigi paused, looking around frantically for something- anything to help her. Desperate and fearful of the consequences she kneeled next to her father and dug into his stomach, tearing at the organs as her teeth crushed down what they could in desperation. The pounding of her heart and the feet running up the stairs sounding like drums in her ears as she chewed, more and more desperate.

What her mother saw was something out of a horror story: Ichigi sat over her dead father, bloody face with wide eyes as she chewed on his liver. Tears welled up as Ichigi saw her mother notice her.

“You monster..” She mumbled, slowly backing away from her sobbing daughter as she reached out to her. Her own mother backed away, groaning in disgust as she looked at her freak of a daughter. Ichigi cried and sobbed as she got up, stumbling and tripping over herself in her own hysteria. Accidentally grabbing the wall of the building and-

BANG!

Wood and debris fell onto the two, their screams mixing into a symphony of pain and suffering. The final thing she could hear was a whimper from her mother, her hand shakily pawing at the debris to try freeing herself, to get away from the freak of her daughter monster.

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It took a couple weeks for Ichigi to wake up. That’s what the doctor said. The doctor… the girl looked up and around, it looked like.. a children’s hospital? I sat up straight, pausing at the feeling of a headache hitting her from all sides. The pain.. head to toe was unbearable. Ichigi clutched her aching head, the throbbing pain screaming in her ears as a man in a white coat walked in, a bushy moustache and comically large scientist glasses on full display as he observed the girl infront of her.

He sighed and nodded to her as he muttered, his voice gravelly and low, “You’re finally awake. Good.” He stared at her before writing something in a notebook. It was grey with beige pages and black lines.

“This could work.” He mumbled as he looked back at her calmly.

It took weeks, experiment after experiment, needle after needle before the fusion happened.

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The fusion was with a teenage girl, no more than fifteen by her looks. She was tall and had curly red hair with caramel coloured skin. She looked asleep but Ichigi knew she wasn’t. A small stream of blood had dropped down her cheek, mixing in with the tears dotted around her pretty face.

They were both shoved into a two sided machine, metal chairs -like at death row electric chair- connected between two small spaced. The two rooms were pitch black. It felt like a fever dream being strapped to those machines, something out of a comic book.

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Sirens slapped Ichigi awake, the loud blaring of the sirens and the glare of the ruby lights awakening her with ease. She awoke and stumbled out of a room.. it was different- or rather. She was different, Ichigi looked down to see how she grew.. how strange. She became taller, her luscious locks of hair disappeared into curly salmon coloured hair, the freckles tore off her face as the machine had singed her skin into the caramel colour of the other girl.

Ichigi looked around.. where was the girl? She looked to the doctor, who grinned at her, clapping his hands together in joy as he and a few other doctors watched. As she stumbled she clutched her head a splitting headache rang like an incessant bell.

The doctor strutted over, “welcome to the world nomu! From now on you’ll do as I say to the letter am I clear?”

No matter how hard she tried to scream and shout, kick or yell, her body ignored her, nodding like a zombified puppet as her eyes grew blank and tired.

Her body wasnt her own, it was a sick and twisted amalgamation of two misguided children, an experiment for other’s curiosity. That was all they were anymore.

“From now own you’ll be named shadow. Am I clear?”

“Yes sir.”

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End

Wahh that took so long to write I actually can’t ughhh- anyways I hope y’all enjoy and eat this up!!

@fusciaguardian

@weepingangel-1

@cometiez

Hope you enjoy- sorry for the wait!

Other theories in the notes please and thank you!

Small peek of Whats to come lorewise of my villain oc!

Polls are in so now imma work on it!! Wish me luck!!

Second one!!

Hope y’all enjoy!!

*they had just finished, Katsuki had finally flipped it, a wild grin on his face as he raised his hand to finally hit the man in the suit. This was all his fault the bastard. The man grinned and looked at him.*

“That was fun.. how about I help you?”

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*katsuki sighed, looking at the doll infront of him as the rain poured down. He didn’t know this was how itd turn out. Knife to the palm, he glared at the floor before looking up at ochaco’s dead expression. She held the knife and stared at katsuki.*

“I-I’m sorry katsuki. I don’t want this.. but I can’t lose.. we both know only one of us are getting o-“

“And that has to be you? Bold of you to assume I’m letting you walk out of here ochaco. Not after all that you’ve caused.”

*katsuki ran forward, a battle cry escaping him as he tackled ochaco, both of them fighting for the knife as the time rang down 10:50.. 10:45.. it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore.*

*the rain poured, the arena soaking with blood and rain, the dead body of the player looked towards the victor in betrayal and acceptance.*

*it took a while out eventually, blood poured, a cough before one fell..*

“Player 056, katsuki bakugou, eliminated.”

HOPE IT WAS GOOD!!

Yoo sorry for not posting I’ve been busyyyy but I have an idea!!

Hello everyone I’m back, sorry for not being as productive as I should be in just mega busy.

But I will be back dont worry! I have a good idea for a new series and I will be continuing the games series.

Thanks!

Boo! Sorry for not posting for so long haha- but I’m back nowww!

Here’s part three of the games! I hope you enjoy!

Recap: whilst playing musical chairs kirishima lost and was shot whilst kaminari tried helping him and died too the games. They have now escaped back into the bedrooms.

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As they entered the room their faces were filled with despair, sero looked at his hands before breaking down crying, falling to his knees as I few others joined him.

The room had filled with a deafening silence, nobody moved or spoke a word as tears dropped down their faces.

It was a few minutes later and the robotic voice rang out again, “hello! Your food is here along with drinks! Please enjoy!”.

Right them, as if in cue, miso soup and udon bowls were placed on beds, their well cooked smell dancing from person to person as the remaining class reluctantly ate.

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After a few minutes the robotic demon came back, “hello! Today we-“

“Shut up!” A bowl was tossed as one of the camera’s causing it to Fritz out. Everyone’s heads were on swivels trying to figure out who threw it before iida stood up and glared daggers into the robot.

“Iida what are you doing?!” Shoto said through gritted teeth as he tried shoving the blue haired boy back down with a glare.

Iida scoffed and glared at the other cameras that were directed onto him, the robot beeped as the cameras turned to iida.

A gun flashed to the back of iida’s head, cocked and ready, “I will give you a choice iida tenya.” The voice rang out, the cameras fidgeting a little as they watched iida.

“Shoot one of your classmates or yourself.”

Iida paused, looking at him classmates before staring at the floor, “what.. the fuck?” He muttered before sighing, looking at his classmates sympathetically.

The class erupted into chaos:

“YOU KIDDING?!”

“What kinda BULLSHIT is that?!”

“FUCK NO?!”

“What the fuck?!”

Iida raised his hand and they fell silent, the gun was now in his hands, their life’s, all in his hand.

In a few seconds, iida raised the gun..

BANG!

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Hope everyone enjoyed!