18 // she/her // artist and sometimes writer // BI AS HELL // blease ask me about my ocs
who is lapin rouge?
oh! lapin rouge is one of the antagonists in tigress. basically the Big antagonist is corvid, a crow lady who can use her artistic powers to create big monsters to cause havoc upon seattle. she does this so that lapin, whose kind of her lackey/sidekick, can then go out and steal powerful magical artifacts from museums and such while everyone is focused on the pandamonium elsewhere. corvid used to do it herself the first few attacks but almost got caught because she could feel when the moster got hit and would get distracted so she traded places at lapin's insistance. they can make metals and plastics grow so cold they become super brittle and shatter and freeze people with their breath (though it makes them lose their voice after awhile), so they're perfect for the job.
the reason lapin insists on being the one to actually do the stealing is because corvid is her mom, and she'd rather not see her mom get the beatdown from tigress, especially sense the whole point with the robbing is to get their other family members back in the first place. plus it makes more sense for the one creating the monsters to hide away so she can make more chaos if needed. it also means that tigress has two issues to deal with at once now, since stopping the robbery wont guarantee the monster goes down now.
outside of the suit, lapin rouge is cassidy, a mild-mannered, ice-skating loving high school student new to the school. she's kind of awkward because of that, but tries her best to make friends with the wild as hell classmates she now has. (she's also friends with and has a crush on cara, who's actually tigress, because i love alter ego nonsense). also she's genderfluid! mainly goes by she or they depending, though sometimes he'll go by he.
#lapin and corvid end up getting a redemption arc so there are other villians but theyre works in progress #the name corvid has become a bit unfortunate with COVID happening but im keeping it #lapin rouge #also also her family speaks french which is why her name is in french #though a superhero giving themself a name in a different language bc they think it makes them seem more interesting is a fun concept actually #like. "you can shoot lasers from your hands ur already interesting??" #"LET ME LIVE" #anyway #tigress #corvid #cassidy #babushka3 notes
tigress!! ft. a version w/o the chain bc it obscures a lot of the actual drawing rip
An excerpt from my fake novel:
“It’s not— this building is literally falling apart!” Tigress hisses, unable to believe the sight before her.
Cassidy, who she’s known previously (as Cara) to be a very nice, albeit nervous person, crosses their arms in the face of her confusion, scowling at Tigress like she killed their dog. “How salient,” they say, tone clipped and edging towards mocking. There’s plaster in their tied back hair and their jeans are ripped, yet they still aren’t letting her help.
Tigress doesn’t know what the fuck their problem is right now, but she really, truly doesn’t have time for it. As if to punctuate her thought, the building gives another shudder of many as the weird bat thing Corvid created fucks about in the basement. Biting back a swear— she’s well known for her cutting words and quick temper, but Tigress doesn’t want to start looking like an actual asshole— she tries to understand why Cassidy is apparently hellbent on dying today.
“I’m sure you can handle yourself perfectly well,” she grits out, “but a collapsing building is a bit much for anyone. You’re the only one left, please let me do my job and get you out of here as quickly as possible.”
Impossibly, Cassidy manages to narrow their eyes even further. Christ. “I don’t need your help,” they snarl for what feels like the nth time. “Stairs exist for a fucking reason.”
“Are you seriously telling me you’d rather go down seven flights of stairs in a collapsing building then just let me carry you out?”
Cassidy’s deadpan stare is all that’s needed for a reply.
The building shudders again, this time with a very alarming cracking sound. Fully losing any scraps of patience she had left, Tigress snaps, “You’ll literally die if I let you stay here!” and, before they can even think of moving, lunges at Cassidy and hauls them up onto her shoulder. With a sharp turn to the massive hole that once was a wall-to-wall window, Tigress books it, calculating exactly how to catch herself on the building facade across from her, Cassidy howling protests all the while.
Tigress leaps. There’s a moment of wind rushing past her ears, carding through her hair, and then she’s focused entirely on the grinding crunch of her claws and boot spikes catching on the worn brick and mortar, slowing their descent to a complete stop. Behind her she hears the building give one last groan before giving up and crashing down. Cassidy suddenly stills. From there all it takes to get to the ground is a few well-placed hops, grip firmly around Cassidy’s waist.
They land on the ground, and before Tigress can, y’know, gently let her reluctant passenger down, Cassidy twists in her now loose hold and jumps away, jamming a foot right Tigress’ ribs to do so. Then they dash off to who-knows-where, fading in to the gathering crowd. Tigress only barely refrains from rolling her eyes at their vanishing form-- because, again, Christ-- turning away as a reporter makes herself known by shoving her microphone in Tigress’ face and demanding updates about the bat-thing. Tigress manages a few rote words before excusing herself to actually go fight it now.
Turning back to face the crumbling remains of the building, she sends a very put-upon mental sigh in Hesaphus’ general direction. From the back corners of her mind, he sends his usual sympathetic roar of laughter back.
It’s winter in Seattle. There had been a snowstorm just two days ago, and all the buildings, from the towering skyscrapers to the grand old hotels, were blanketed in white. Wind whips through the streets, howling quietly as signal for the next flurry of snow to roll in. Before, Lapin had found wintertime to be nothing more than an excuse for staying in a warm house, tangled in countless blankets, fighting the cold for all it was worth.
Standing here on the crumbing edge of an old building, though, he can see the beauty of the frosted city in all its wonder. For all that Lune has lain silent and unresponsive despite choosing him, she has at least given him this in his time with her. It’s hardly a mother or uncle back, but it is something, and in the spirit of the holidays Lapin can allow himself to be grateful.
His cloth ears twitch. Seattle is rarely quiet, and the promise of Christmas has made the people even louder and more festive than before, even at such an hour. Still, he hears the barely audible thunk of boots on the rooftop, muffled by the snow.
“Having a late night wander about the city, are you?” says Tigress, from the parapet of the building beside his. “I thought most bunnies were in bed by this time.”
Her tone is softer than the biting, witty airs she carries in a fight. Maybe it’s the solemn atmosphere of the night smoothing her words, or maybe the lack of impending danger. Lapin cranes his head up to look at her— because of course she’d choose the high ground, just to mess with him. Something about the dark gray of the sky softens the colors of her suit to match her words, the orange so searing in the daylight now darkened to match the rest of the sleepy city. Her green eyes are still as supernaturally bright as ever, their knowing gleam preserved by the faint glow of the nightlife below. Idly, he wonders if they’re green in real life, too. His certainly aren’t red.
“That’s hardly your business. Prowling around your territory, I assume?” he says, more to say something at all than to provoke a fight. There’s a calm chill to the air, one he’s never felt before, and it gives him the feeling that tonight is not a night for brawling.
Tigress laughs, the sound piercing through the air like a whip crack. Another part of her unsoftened by the night. She leaps down to meet him on his building, and the only thing keeping him from bolting is the knowledge she can’t take his anklet even if she wanted to. She no doubt knows that too, and for all her cheery, showboating attitude, Tigress isn’t stupid. She rolls her shoulders back, ever poised to move, but only shoves her hand into her pockets as if to ward off the cold. Then, she grins at him, teeth as sharp as her gaze. “What can I say? This cat loves her urban jungle.”
(still answering these with tigress bc it's the one on my mind)
9. which oc is your personal favorite?
oh man.... it's either cara (main character), or zoya. both of their personalities are pretty bold and matter-of-fact, so it's fun to think of scenes for them. also zoya has a whole accidental spy side plot going on with arthur so i've been having fun with her!
10. do you tend to give your ocs your own habits and traits? or are they radically different from you?
not really? i have a handful of ocs who do things i like (drawing, sewing, writing, etc) but for the most part i try to give them diverse interests. also most of my ocs are way bolder and firey than me, so pretty different i'd say.
11. what's one of your ocs' fashion style like? do they even care about fashion, or do they dress how they want?
zoya's the only one with a developed style so far, and she kinda has three. most school days its dressy and formal (trench coats, blazers, long black skirts, a lot of neutral colors), in summer or weekend events its brighter and flowy (long colorful dresses over long-sleeve shirts, those skirts with a lot of fabric that swirl when you spin, pastel hijabs, white and geometric patterns), and at home it's very casual (sweatpants and graphic tees). she doesn't much care about fashion trends, and mostly puts on what she wants.
12. which oc is your first? has their design/personality changed since you first came up with them?
cara and cassidy are definitely te first ocs i came up with for tigress, but exactly how old they are kind of depends on how you look at it. i've had opposing fire and ice characters since middle school, but those original ocs didn't really have a story? or any peronality, really. the first time i drew and thought about the characters the would be cara and cassidy with the intent to make a story out of it was about two/three years ago, i think. they started out as children of two different clans/royalty who hated each other. that cara had a big sister, mother, and an uncle who were all basically firebenders, while cassidy's family were icebenders, and the two were much more tramatized. cara was super angry and angsty, and cassidy was less awkward and more lone wolf like. i still have a story based off that draft, but the ice family is gone and i changed how the magic worked. i then took proto cara and cassidy out of it, quibbled on what to do with them, and eventually drew an unrelated tiger superhero and decided to combine the idea into cara as of now, building the rest of the current cast and plot off of that. so yeah, i'd say they changed a lot.