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🃏Genshin Impact OC: Rilan 💧
Hello Genshin OC tumblr!!! You guys really loved my silly Genshin OC X Canon character of Kayano Tsukimi and her ship with Shenhe & Thoma, so thought I’d share my other Genshin OCs here! This girl is Rilan, Yelan’s younger twin sister, she’s also my baby lol :3
Name: Rilan
Title: Mystical Orchid
Quality: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Birthday: April 20
Element: Hydro
Weapon: Catalyst
Region: Liyue
Model type: Tall Female
Role: Sub-DPS
Affiliation: Yanshang Teahouse
Constellation: Clara Orchis
Voice Artist
ENG: Cherami Leigh (Makoto Nijima)
JAPANESE: Anju Inami (particularity her role as Chitose Fujinomiya in the upcoming Yakuza 8/Like a Dragon: Infinite Wealth)
NOTE: Her constellation is being redesigned so apologies for no artwork atm 🥲
** Character Details**
”A ‘reliable source’ of Yelan’s who has connections with the underground world as the top gambling dealer within Yangshang Teahouse. Witty and sly, she has ways to get people, even the Fatui, to spill their secrets just by watching every move they make while gambling due to her experience as a professional gambler and passes it onto Yelan.”
#Chitose OCs#Genshin impact#genshin oc#Genshin impact OC#Genshin sibling OC#Yelan#yelan genshin impact#Liyue#Liyue OC#original character#genshin original character
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OC teams commission!! These were so fun, @thatyellowfinch thanks!
#my art#ffreire art#naruto ocs#these took a while my bad#yunas gotta be my favorite in terms of cuteness#chitose and matsutakes hairs are the best fr#arthurs creator might have tried to be funny w him but jokes on them! he looks SO COOL
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Vapoureon n Sylveon in Oregon
Chilling on the streets of Portland - A commission piece for Shion n Chitose of their sona's chilling on a warm summer evening.
Posted using PostyBirb
#commission#not my oc#chitose#shion#sylveon#vapoureon#furry#anthro#corros art#art#painted background
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i made an original character for fun
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[oc x canon]
Girl’s day!🌸💖✨
#mimidoots#rgg#ryu ga gotoku#yakuza like a dragon#enya posting#like a dragon: infinite wealth#like a dragon#rgg 7 oc#rgg 8#rgg oc#ryu ga gotoku 7#ryu ga gotokou 8#ryu ga gotoku oc#seonhee#chitose fujinomiya#saeko mukoda#yakuza lad#lad:iw#oc x canon
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Forget-Me-Not Blue, In Red (Commander Fox One-Shot)
SFW, but injury, Order 66, and angst
This idea hit me out of nowhere, and I don't know if it'll turn into anything bigger like my Tech one-shot did. But have fun with it!
He’d woken up to the truth a little slower than some of his brothers, but Fox had woken up eventually. The Republic, the war, the Empire, it was all a farce put together to turn the galaxy upside down in someone else’s image. He and his kin had simply been the bullet in a loaded slugthrower, and the order had been a finger on the trigger.
Order 66.
He’d been aimless afterwards, watching things shift around him. Smoke belched from the burning Jedi Temple for days, while he and the Coruscant Guard ensured order. There were riots, there were planets resisting… then there were TK troopers and suicide missions as clones were phased out. Squad by squad, legion by legion, until no one was left between him and the chopping block. He’d always thought he’d go first, before the younger brothers. The shinies, the ones he looked after and protected. He’d always taken the first week of any posting when a new delegate requested a clone guard detail, so he could see what they were like. The bad ones got older, hardened brothers who could take it. He’d never let little brothers suffer under someone like Palpatine… that’s why he’d stayed so long. He could have transferred, there was one posting he’d always wanted… but he stayed. He took the abuse, the bruises and scars, the unexplainable gaps in his memory, the injuries that looked like lightning strikes on a planet that didn’t have lightning…
He’d done it for his brothers. Now, most of them were gone. Some turned up dead, on missions or in the barracks without explanation besides a cold look from an Imperial officer. Others just went missing. There were rumors, whispered between clones, of a place you could go and words you could say. If you went, you didn’t come back. Like tales of fae on Stewjon, the mysterious Other Ones would whisk you to a new place. What it was, no clone had returned to tell. Some were willing to risk it. After a year under the Empire, Fox was willing to risk it.
It was a derelict hangar bay in the lower mid levels. The instructions had said come alone, with only what he could carry and to give up the rest. “I’m looking for a ride home.” He said quietly, just enough he hoped someone heard. He hoped someone came, and it wasn’t a trap to weed out the traitors among the clones. His only answer then would be a blaster bolt to the chest for treason-
“You’re in direct violation of Order 66. You are guilty of treason, and will be executed.”
“Fox?”
The sound of footsteps made him turn, and he found himself looking at 501st blue paint on the white standard armor. Jaig eyes were on the helmet, covered in tally marks to represent fallen brothers… he knew that armor. His comrade, his friend, his brother. “Rex?”
“Fox.” Rex pulled his helmet off, revealing his blonde buzz cut and a new scar on the right temple. “I was hoping you’d show up one day.”
“The reports said you were dead.” Fox reached for his arm with unsteady hands, clasping Rex tightly. If the captain noticed his hands were shaking, he didn’t comment.
“It’s better if the Empire thinks that. Come on. You’re safe now, vod.”
When Rex took him off Coruscant, Fox was whisked to a field hospital. He wasn’t even sure what planet he was going to, Rex apologizing when he told him the secrecy was needed. “There’s a chip in your head, vod. That’s why you carried out the Order. We have to take it out, and make sure you’re okay before you decide what you do with the rest of your life.”
“What have other clones been doing?” Fox asked, sitting blindfolded in a seat of a shuttle beside him.
“Some decided to keep fighting. There’s a resistance, mostly clones but with some nat-born help. Others have been retiring. They’re exhausted. I can’t blame them… some go to a place a couple friends of mine found, called Pabu. Others have settled on Pantora. Senator Chuchi’s been helping us.”
“I can’t go to Pantora.” Fox said, too fast and he knew it.
“Did something happen, Fox?”
“I did something… during the Order. Something unforgivable.”
Rex patted his brother’s shoulder. “We all have regrets. It wasn’t your fault, it was the control chip in your brain. We’ll get it out soon, and you’ll be free. I promise.”
Fox wanted to call his brother a liar. He’d never be free from what he’d done. He wanted to confess right there, but his jaw locked and his throat closed at the memory of the night the Republic fell. “C-can I tell you?” He finally managed to rasp. “You should know… who you’re saving. What I’ve done.”
“You’re my brother, Fox. That’s all that matters.” Rex said it kindly, but Fox didn’t feel like he deserved any of it. “But I’m listening.”
Fox nodded, fists clenched in his lap. With the blindfold on, he could imagine every word he spoke as he stuttered out the story. The worst thing he’d ever done, the reason he had to get out of the Empire.
Kandri Chitose had been Senator Riyo Chuchi’s personal assistant, a golden-eyed beauty who always wore her rose-pink hair in a set of twin buns held with golden pins. He’d met her when Chuchi requested a clone detail for her, and Fox had arrived for his customary week-long observation.
Most delegates, even the nice ones, didn’t address the clones at first. Most were nervous being around military personnel, and didn’t know how to break the ice. Some were intimidated. Many just didn’t view the clones as people, and acted accordingly.
She’d offered him a cup of caf before he was fully in her office. “Good morning!” She’d been balanced precariously on a stool, set in a rolling desk chair, trying to reach the bag of caf on top of her office shelf. “Hold on a moment, I’ll make us both a cup if you’d like. My menace of a brother came to visit and he put my caf all the way up here! Do you like caf? I have tea if you’d prefer.”
“Do you need help, ma’am?” He could only watch her on the tippy toe of one foot, blue calf disappearing under her red dress. Her favorite color, he’d find out eventually.
“I think I’ve- aha! Got it.” She clambered down with a smile. The gold tattoos on her face formed a bar over her nose and triangles on her chin and cheekbones. “Now then. I’m Kandri. What’s your name, and please don’t tell me a CT number. I get mixed up with numbers, but I’m good with names.”
“Commander Fox, ma’am.”
She held out a hand to shake, and her nails were painted red. He’d remember that polish forever. “It’s nice to meet you, Commander. Caf or tea?”
“Caf is fine, but you don’t have to go to the trouble-”
“It’s not trouble. There’s creamers in the fridge by my desk, pick whichever you like.” She headed to the caf maker and got it going with deft fingers.
“I don’t think I’ve ever put creamer in caf.” He frowned, but took his helmet off so he could at least enjoy the offering she was so insistent on giving him.
She wrinkled her nose. “To each his own. If you ever change your mind, it’s right there. Here’s the sugar. Now, I know they didn’t tie up a Commander like you to babysit little me, so you must have stuff you need to get done. Can you do it here, or should we go to your office after caf? I can work anywhere. Riyo just has me drafting her speeches today.”
By the end of the week, Fox almost didn’t leave the posting. She made him caf every morning, and let him get work done. When there was time, she asked him about himself and his brothers. And he’d tried every creamer in her fridge.
He assigned her a shiny, because he knew she’d be good to his little brother. She’d given him her comm frequency and told him he had an open invitation to have caf in her office, and to call her if he ever needed anything.
Fox infamously didn’t like people. He liked Kandri after that.
He didn’t intend to call her. He felt bad as he dialed the frequency, but it was 0300 and he had no one else to call for help. She hadn’t asked any questions, just showed up at the senate building in a red peacoat over her white nightgown, feet in a pair of ballet flats. He was on the bottom of the stairs with a broken foot and gash over his eye. Kandri had pulled his weight, armor and all, onto her narrow shoulders and helped him to her office so she could take a look at him. She’d cleaned his cut and put a bacta patch on it, then tried to argue with him that he needed to go to the hospital.
He feigned embarrassment and told her he’d fallen down the stairs. Kandri had put her hands on her hips and stared him down, her hair out of its buns and falling in gentle waves down almost to her waist. He’d never thought about how pretty she was until then, in her pajamas with no makeup, golden eyes bright with worry. He eventually did let her take him in her skycar to the garrison medbay across the city sector, where she’d sat with him until a clone medic set and put his foot in a boot. Then she’d driven him to the barracks, taken one look at how many stairs he’d have to manage, and shook her head. “You can sleep on my couch, Fox. Call Thire and tell him you’ll be out until you’re better.”
“I can’t let everything pile up on him, Lady Chitose-”
“Then I’ll pick up your datapad tomorrow and you can call it light duty. But you need to rest, or your foot won’t heal right. And please… just call me Kandri?”
After his foot healed, he made time to see her more often. She always had a cup of caf and a smile for him. Sometimes she picked up lunch for herself and Senator Chuchi and “got an extra��� that always coincided with something he’d mentioned wanting to try or liking before. He watched her, bit by bit, moderate herself for him.
If he mentioned that a certain phrase reminded him of the senator that threw a full cup of hot caf across the room at him or a brother, that phrase disappeared from her vocabulary. If he mentioned a delegate who mistreated clones, she stepped between them and her shiny guard the next time they met in the hall. Fox noticed, if he didn’t see it live he’d find out on security holo review later. Bit by bit, she showed him she was safe. She was kind. She could be trusted.
Eventually, he started letting her visit his office after hours, when he was catching up on things and no one else was there. She sat in the chair by his desk, moving it closer day by day… until one day she was sitting on the desk corner itself. His helmet was sitting beside her, and her hand rested lightly on it.
“Fox?”
“Hm?”
“How’d you get that scar across the bridge of your nose?” Her voice had been so quiet, so fretful and hesitant. Like she was afraid she’d scare him off.
He paused, stylus in hand, and looked at her. “Why do you ask?”
“Because I see how many other ones you have. Your hands, your arms under your blacks, your chest… when you stayed at my apartment, I could see there were so many…”
“I’m a soldier, Kandri. Scars are a part of the job.”
Her pink eyebrows furrowed, red painted lips parting as she fixed her eyes on him. “Fox. I know you didn’t fall down the stairs that night.”
Fox stiffened. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Yes you do.” She slowly leaned a little closer. “I see you. The first one to step between your brothers and danger. The last one to back down. You didn’t even flinch when that Zillo creature attacked this building, but you twitch when we pass certain senators in the hall. You look around when you hear the Chancellor’s voice. And you’re a clone commander, the most graceful and battle-ready people in the galaxy. You didn’t fall. Someone pushed you. Tell me who.”
“I can’t do that.” He shook his head, unable to tear his eyes away from hers.
“But they hurt you.”
“I’m a soldier. A clone. We’re meant to be expendable.”
“That’s not fair, Fox.” Kandri kept leaning in, though her hand on his helmet tightened its grip. “It’s not right. You don’t deserve it.”
“Lots of people think so.” He swallowed hard. He had an idea of what she was going to say next, and he wanted to hear it just as much as he didn’t. Once the words came out of her mouth, he’d never forget them. They’d mean too much to him.
“I would never hurt you.” Kandri whispered. “But I know you can’t believe that. Too many people have already let you down.”
He’d never been more seen than that moment, in the light of those golden eyes. There was no formality or procedure to hide behind. He’d already let her in too close, he couldn’t close the door again. “I want to believe you.” He admitted.
“Would you let me try to prove it?”
The galaxy had moved much too fast when he nodded. “... how?”
“Like this.” She’d kissed him, so soft and sweet and unlike anything he’d known since the day he came out of the growth tube. She pulled back after a moment, checking his expression for hesitation or distaste. When she found none, her cheeks flushed indigo and she slowly reached up to cup his face in both her hands. He closed his eyes when her thumbs stroked under them, tracing his scar and temples, where his black hair had started to gray far too early even for a man with accelerating aging. “I would never hurt you.” She said softly. “I’ll keep telling you until you believe me.”
He was one of millions of men, made to die indistinguishably as numbers on a strategy board. He’d accepted it in his exhausted way, told himself he’d do what he could for as long as he could to keep the vod’ikase safe. But for a moment, under Kandri’s soft blue hands, he felt like he might actually matter. He didn’t quite believe, but he wanted to.
Her second kiss was on his forehead. He adored her after that.
Stolen kisses during caf time turned to sneaking out of the barracks into her apartment, or either of their offices. Riyo Chuchi wasn’t stupid, she knew there was more than a friendship and simply let Kandri off the hook early some days. If her skycar was still at the senate building when the Senator left… she didn’t say anything.
Fox knew he was in love with her when she had to go back to Pantora for a month with Chuchi. She’d kissed him goodbye in an alcove behind the barracks, promising she’d be back soon. He’d missed her every single day, and thought about comming twice an hour at least. Only the reality that they both were working stopped him… but he found himself thinking about her constantly. Every petty jab from a senator who viewed him as barely more than a droid was easier to take when he imagined her rolling her eyes and whispering what an asshole she thought they were. Even the innate dread he felt whenever he was in Palpatine’s office eased slightly if he distracted himself with the thought she was coming back soon.
The Chancellor had noticed. Fox should have realized that was odd. There was no outward sign, no change in behavior, he’d been sure of it. But Palpatine had looked suspicious, like he’d both anticipated Fox’s discomfort and felt slighted by its absence. He’d been worse than ever after that, but Fox ignored it. It didn’t matter. The job, the Republic, wasn’t his entire life anymore. It was just an assignment, something to get through so he could go back to where he wanted to be. Kandri waited on the other side of whatever shitty day he was having, with open arms.
When she’d sent him a message that she was back, he’d asked Thorn to cover for him for the first time in his life. His brother had been delighted, grinning like a moron. “Please tell me you have a date. And please tell me it’s that cute Pantoran girl with the buns.”
“That’s classified.” Fox had left his helmet in his office, he was in such a rush. He never forgot equipment, and failed to give a fuck when he realized what he’d done. He’d get it again when he went back to work. All that mattered was getting to her apartment.
Kandri had met him at the door, in a red sweater over her day dress, and threw her arms around his neck. “I missed you so much.” She’d whispered, snuggling into his chest. “It’s good to be home.” He’d understood then, that Pantora wasn’t her home anymore. He was, like she was his. He’d spent the whole night in her arms, lighter than he’d felt since he was a cadet. She was almost asleep on his chest when he kissed her rosebud pink hair and murmured. “I believe you.”
Kandri had smiled, looking up at him in the dimness of her bedroom, the city lights from the window casting dynamic shadows across her face as she smiled at him. Her fingers trailed over the bridge of his nose. “I love you too.”
“Execute Order 66.”
When the Order went out, he felt like he couldn’t breathe. His head was in a vice, his thoughts muddled and discoordinate. He’d walked out of his office with other members of the Coruscant Guard, up to Palpatine’s office. The window had been broken. There were dead Jedi, traitors. The 501st was marching on the Temple, and he was to catch any who escaped them.
All Jedi had to die.
It had been a blur. His boots on the ground, orders given, the sound of breathing in his helmet, and then he’d turned down into an alleyway.
Two kids, barely more than ten or twelve, were clinging to each other. They were dressed in brown robes, with beaded braids by their ears. Next to them were a pair of Pantoran adults, a male and a female. They were comforting the padawans, clearly trying to help them. When he turned the corner, the woman stiffened at the sound of his boots. Before she even turned around, Fox had recognized her red dress. “Kandri.”
“Fox.” Kandri’s eyes were wide, but she looked relieved to see him. “What’s going on? These padawans said the Temple was attacked! We were out walking-” She took a step towards him, but froze when his blaster lifted.
Run, Kandri. Run. Take the padawans, take the other Pantoran. Run. Memory begged her, but she hadn’t. She’d pushed the other Pantoran and children behind her. “Lofi… take them and go.”
Lofi. Her brother, the one who hid her caf. She talked about him, he was a disability advocate and teacher at the fiber arts college at Coruscant University. He was blind. She was so proud of him. They were twins. Fox remembered all the facts but he couldn’t lower the blaster.
“You’re in direct violation of Order 66. You are guilty of treason, and will be executed.” His own voice had said, dull and uninflected, like he was complaining about the pre-programed weather and not pointing a blaster at her.
Kandri’s eyes watered up with tears. “Fox… please.”
“You are a traitor to the Empire.” There hadn’t even been an Empire yet, but he’d said it like it had existed for decades.
The tears spilled over, tracking down her cheeks. There were freckles across her nose, darker blue and barely visible in the dim alley light. A constellation all his own, or it had been. “I love you.” She whispered, because of course she had. What else could she have said, in the moment before he pulled the trigger? Before the blaster bolt struck her dead in the chest and she collapsed backwards, head slamming into the pavement. Sprawled on her back, one bun coming loose and dipping pink hair into a puddle, knees tucked together and one foot bare where the blast had knocked her right out of her shoe.
He’d ripped his helmet off and vomited immediately, tears in his eyes.
He’d shot her. He’d killed her.
Kandri.
He wished she had run. He’d never have seen her again, and she’d have thought he was a child-hunting monster for the rest of her life but she would have been alive. Instead, she was dead in an alleyway. And Fox should have called it in, but he couldn’t make himself get any closer to the corpse of the woman who’d only this morning had been alive and sneaking him a breakfast pastry from a Senatorial banquet just because she knew he liked cinnamon.
Fox had left her there, because he couldn’t make himself look at what he’d done.
When he finished the story, Rex just let him squeeze his hand. “I’m sorry, vod. I’m so sorry.”
After the chip was removed and he recovered, Fox didn’t know what to do with himself. He refused Pantora, he was hesitant about Pabu… so he decided to join Rex’s fight. Senator Chuchi was helping Rex, and it was a fight worthy of going to battle again. It was something he could imagine being proud of eventually, if he could ever be proud of anything he ever did again.
No matter how much his vode assured him that the chip had forced his hand, he still remembered he’d been the one to pull the trigger. He’d hunted those padawans. He’d declared Kandri Chitose a traitor. He’d killed her for the very thing he’d fallen in love with, her willingness to stand between someone and what hurt them. She’d been willing to save someone. She’d saved him, and those padawans, and her brother.
He couldn’t save her from himself.
“The base here is staffed with mostly clones, but there’s a couple civilian volunteers. Trace and Rafa Martez own the hangar you came to, you’ll see them. There’s a couple mechanics, one really smart and obnoxious droid technician, and a cleaner.” Rex explained, walking Fox in. “Don’t eat anything Howser says he cooked. Don’t stand near Gregor if he says he’s got an idea…. Anything else he should know, Vik?”
The bearded clone beside him, with gray eyes and a tired expression born of a place Fox had only heard whispered about, “Tantiss”, nodded. “Be nice to Kitty. Every clone in here will punch you if you make her cry.”
“Kitty?” Fox frowned.
“She’s the cleaner. A couple of the guys who defected like you did found her barely alive on their way out. She had a sucking chest wound, but they had some spare bacta and managed to save her. She doesn’t talk, we’re not sure if she can’t or just won’t. But she makes little noises like a tooka, so we started calling her Kitty and she seems to like it.” Vik explained. “She looks after everyone, especially the new guys who just got out of the Empire. She likes to bring people food.”
Fox nodded. “She sounds nice.”
Rex smiled. “I keep trying to get her to leave base, to see if we can find out who she is. She doesn’t seem to remember anything… but if anyone so much as mentions it, she hides. I found her in a walk in freezer once.”
“She didn’t get sick?” Fox frowned.
Vik shook his head. “Pantorans can take the cold better than us.”
Fox winced, but nodded.
“Here she comes. Someone must have told her we had a new arrival.” Rex nodded.
Sure enough, coming from the back of the base was a Pantoran girl with pink hair tied into a messy braid. She was wearing what looked like clone blacks bottoms and an undershirt, with a gray poncho tucked into her belt, and too-big boots, while very proudly carrying a tray of fruit. Vik smiled as she got close enough to make out the details of her face. “Hey, Miss Kitty.”
Kitty made a definitively tooka-like purr-myrr sound and held up the tray towards him.
Rex nodded. “She’ll get upset if you don’t at least eat a little.” He whispered to Fox. “She keeps this place spotless, and we give her little odd jobs outside of that to keep her happy.”
Fox nodded, turning back towards her as Kitty walked up with her tray. Just as her boots stopped, inches from his own, he dropped his helmet to the floor.
There was a constellation of freckles across her nose, sitting under liquid gold eyes that looked back at him with a guileless smile. She wore no makeup, no gold pins in her hair, but Fox’s mouth went dry at the sight of a ragged blaster-burn scar peeking just out of the top of her shirt. Her braid, pulled over her shoulder, was tied with a tattered ribbon in a bright, cheerful red. She held up the tray again, squeaking at him curiously with tone instead of words.
“Th-thank you.” Fox whispered, taking a piece of melioruun. Kitty kept squeaking until Rex and Vik took a piece, then trotted off after Howser in the distance.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Vik frowned.
“You don’t need to take her off base to know who she is.” Fox whispered, the fruit dripping juice down his gloves when he unconsciously squeezed it.
“You know her?” Rex glanced over at Kitty again. He’d been trying to figure out what to do with a girl who could barely seem to look after herself, but who was determined to try to look after the clones fighting for their lives against the Empire.
“I’m the reason she can’t talk, or remember.” Fox swallowed hard. “It’s her.”
“Her?” Rex frowned.
“The one I told you about… Her name is Kandri Chitose.”
#original character#star wars#fanfic#clone commander fox#the clone wars#tcw fox#commander fox#oc kandri chitose
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stuff I drew in class cuz I was bored
#art#my art#artists on tumblr#artwork#traditional art#doodle#drawing#my oc art#yuru yuri#shimeji simulation#you and me and her#akari akaza#toshino kyoko#chinatsu yoshikawa#yui funami#chitose ikeda#ayano sugiura#shimeji#aoi mukou#bocchi the rock!#bocchi#hitori gotou#nijika ijichi
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Mortals and Fools
Katsumi attempts to get to the bottom of this mystery once and for all... ...But the conclusion is a lot more cruel than anyone bargained for.
Nine thousand words. Nine. Thousand. Words. Hoooooo boy this is a big one ANYWAY THE CHAPTER 4 FINALE IS FINALLY HERE!!!!!!
When I tell you I've been waiting for people to see this finale for 4 years. I am not kidding. And just to give you an idea. I actually teared up while writing the post trial. You're not ready for this. :)
#writing#original story#fanganronpa#fangan oc#danganronpa oc#Katsumi Akira#Takeo Taigen#Hideyoshi Tsuchiya#Hotaru Tachibana#Itsuru Kitagawa#Naoki Sato#Azami Chitose#Kira Subaru#Monochan#Danganronpa hope’s chains
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Store Update is all Prints this time around. No Bracelets while I brainstorm some more ideas for the time being. Thinking and considering very hard on some themed Wax Melts possibly but not taking the plunge just yet! Anyway (as always) the entire catalogue is on the side shop so you're not limited to just these 5 prints!
Thank you for sales, views, likes, reblogs, visits, or even thinking of me haha!!!❤❤❤
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#bnha#mha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#csm#chainsaw man#oc#original character#redestro#rikiya yotsubashi#skeptic bnha#tomoyasu chikazoku#chitose kizuki#curious bnha#power csm#power chainsaw man#store update#art shop#small artist#black creators
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OC dump! I’m making a comic about my story and I’m so excited to show what comes out of it!
#original story#original characters#oc#ocs#oc art#cerulean shiori#cerulean katsuo#cerulean fumi#cerulean koharu#cerulean elzira#cerulean chitose
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Arata Sanada headcanons:
Because he is my favourite character from that silly game series and I realised these don't just need to stay in my head.
he lives alone, and has a pretty neutral relationship with his parents. he only got into the EDEN beta test because his parents were pretty rich, and big financial backers of Kamishiro enterprises. (Ami did bcs her mum was a reporter on it, yuugo and yuuko for obvious reasons, and Nokia's family simply lucked out when applying)
he moved out asap bcs he wanted to stand on his own two feet, and he felt selfish relying on his parents (he doesn't believe he deserves the support tbh, especially in the wake of the beta test and the fall of Jude.)
He works at a cat cafe that's right next to an arcade. They're both run by the same manager, so he does shifts at both places. He doesn't tell anybody about it though, because he thinks he'd die of embarrassment if his friends found out (Chitose is sworn to secrecy)
he DESPISES most rollercoasters. It's not the height that bothers him, just the loops. They make his stomach feel weird
Though he and Ryuji are on bad terms still, he and Chitose still talk. Chitose is v protective of Arata, and tries to make sure he's getting by. To Arata's distaste, he's always looking out for him even when Ryuji is going off on one lol
He might be one of the best hackers out there, but he's absolutely dogshit at building PCs. He got Chitose to do it for him when he moved into his flat 💀
On that note, I like to think those three met quite early; Chitose was 16, Ryuji was 15 (just about to turn 16) and Arata was 13. The Jude breakup probably happened when Chitose was 18, Ryuji 17, and Arata 15. So about two years after they'd first met.
I've already mentioned this one, but transmasc Arata !! He keeps it on the down low (even by the beta test he was already presenting masc) but a few people he's really close to know about it (Ryuji, Chitose, probably Ami (or takumi, though I always played with femc).)
No one loves their friends more than he does, but he's absolutely terrified of showing it because of the aftermath of the beta test/Jude. Kinda has pretty bad abandonment and self worth issues.
very, *very* bisexual
he's incredible at baking, and Nokia gets really jealous about it. Turns out though, he learnt most of his tricks from Chitose.
played desu2 as a kid and that absolutely shaped his gender (look up hibiki kuze and you'll see what I mean,,,,, arata's basically cosplaying him on a daily basis). He's a bit of a nerd for atlus games in general :>
Anyway I think that's enough for now >:] i might try gather up a few more from my arayumi fic later bcs there's definitely more lol.
#digimon story cyber sleuth#cyber sleuth#digimon#arata sanada#hacker’s memory#digimon oc#nokia shiramine#ryuji mishima#chitose imai
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❄️New Genshin OC: Elincia Lawrence👑
I’ve been on a Genshin Impact OC designing spree, so I ended up designing a daughter for Eula! Before anyone asks, yes she is heavily inspired by my love for Fire Emblem lol. ANYWAY, this is most detailed OC I’ve ever made QwQ
Before I go any further, I need to clear up some things first so PLEASE READ THAT FIRST!
1. My watermark is partially outdated; my Twitter is Tsukimon02.
2. Please disregard the 7 constellations, that was a mistake I made while drawing, so please do not tell me for the millionth time.
3. I cannot stress this enough and I am done playing nice due to some people acting like this: DO NOT INTERACT WITH ME OR ANY OF MY GENSHIN OC POSTS AT ALL IF YOU GATEKEEP! This also applies to anyone who acts like the fandom police and enforces what is or isn’t canon in Genshin with people’s OCs. Nobody cares if something is canon or not when it comes to OCs. Please stop that, keep that crap to yourself, and move along or YOU WILL BE BLOCKED ON THE SPOT. Thank you.
ANYWAY, now that’s out of the way, onto the character data for Eula’s kiddo!
👑Elincia Lawrence
👑 5 Star Cryo Sword
👑 Mondstadt
👑 Knights of Favonius
👑 Constellation: Exaltatum Est
“The Lawrence Clan must repent for its past misdeeds. As the Spindrift Knight’s daughter, it is up to myself and future generations to atone. I challenge my fate!”
The daughter of the Spindrift Knight, Eula, and Co-Captain of the Cavalry Company [alongside Kaeya], Elincia strives to atone for the Lawrence Clan’s past misdeeds and mend the relationship between the clan and the people of Mondstadt together with those who are a part of the next generation of the clan.
#Chitose OCs#Genshin impact#Genshin OC#genshin impact original character#Mondstadt#Mondstadt OC#Eula#Eula Lawrence#original character#original Genshin character#Genshin impact OC
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Art credit: dailymetaliberationarmy Instagram.
#dank memes#meta liberation army#trumpet#koku hanabata#redestro#rikiya yotsubashi#destro#chikara yotsubashi#curious#chitose kizuki#geten#skeptic#tomoyasu chikazoku#someone's oc#oops#how do you sleep at night?
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No more girls in the cocoon, I drew enough girls in the cocoon today.
#ooc#he got Sakura. Hinata. Ino. Karin. the oc Chitose#All the Konoha girls (Naruto gen) got in the cocoon except Tenten#but Tenten is forbidden. she can't approach the cocoon from a ten feet distance#why? Because. I won't elaborate LOL
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i listen to the lad/yakuza karaoke songs (as one does) and man, i just can't help but sing along to honolulu city lights. thank you rgg for giving us a city pop karaoke song. truly grand.
#mads makes a text post#yakuza#when chitose belts out ''ONE MORE TIME'' i'm right there with her#i sing it in both japanese and english too#(since i looked up the english dubbing lol)#anyway time to add this song to any OC playlist that i can lol
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Listened to that voice in the back of my head and started making an Eiji playlist to study to and I swear it's basically 35% club music, 25% horny music, 20% Kpop villain-core, 15% songs with lyrics that actually fit him and 5% "I like 'em older"
#.txt#eiji mitamura#if there's something about me is that i love making playlists#used to make em for my OCs the whole time. it goes way back#anyway Chitose is next in line for one of these probably#I'm so normal about the Ichigang I may end up making one for every one of these bitches#and that's on today's episode of my hyperfixation#anyway I'm going to sleep I have a Thestre Basics exam tomorrow lmao
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