#bluesteel's oc

[bluesteel222]

블로그 헤더 2023 & 단풍잎 은행잎 작업물

[cephalopaints]

forgot to post this here. look at my lab rat son

[wafflerissue]

HBD to @ollieznacez! SPAM THEIR INBOX WITH HAPPY BIRTHDAY GO GOGOGO!!!!!!

[luna-di-fuoco]

A mini story about BlueSteel for @bihanspookies based on these intimacy prompts! I wanted to be brave and share my writing on here, so I hope you guys like it!

WORD COUNT: 600+ RATING: T / 13+ WARNINGS: Suggestiveness, Implied Nudity

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The crack of dawn paints itself along patterned sheets. Despite not having an alarm set, Steve’s internal clock ticks, causing him to awaken from his peaceful slumber. Squinting against the harshness of the sun, he softly grunts as he sits himself up.

Deeply exhaling through his nostrils while running his hand through his hair, he looks over to his side. There, nestled under the sheets with her back upwards and her face towards the sun, was Phira.

Staring deep into the etches along her skin, Steve’s eyes grow soft as he leans in towards her. For him, it was no secret that she rarely slept in a position that wasn’t on her back; something about “needing to be ready at all times,” as she once worded it.

But here? She was comfortable. She was safe…something he always wanted for her.

Lightly sighing, he reaches over and gently brushes away the few locks of hair that cover her nape. Muttering something inaudible under his breath, he places his index finger along her neck and begins to run it down her form, her skin responding to his touch ever so slightly.

As he reaches the small of her back, he hears a soft but tired hum, causing him to stop. Pulling back, he watches her turn towards him, her eyes foggy from being in a daze. As she begins collecting herself, her gaze lingers up towards him, her lips forming into a gentle smile.

“Mornin’, love,” he greets, his voice low. “Morning,” she reciprocates.

Staring at each other in silence for some time, the moment is lost when Phira’s curiosity gets the better of her.

“What time is it?��� She asks in a somewhat sleepy manner. Turning over and grabbing her phone from the nightstand, she observes that it’s a few minutes before 5:00.

Getting lost in her phone screen as she remains in a slight daze, her eyes begin to lower when she feels something warm along the back side of her body and stomach. Looking over, she meets Steve’s gaze again, his chin resting along her shoulder, his hand gently pressing into her as he holds her against him.

“Sorry if I woke you,” he apologizes, his nose brushing along the crook of her neck.

“It’s all right,” she assures while putting her phone back. Leaning into his body, she feels his warmth meld with her own, offering her a sense of comfort.

Feeling gently peppered kisses against her skin, she closes her eyes and stifles a laugh.

“Hmm~? Was last night not enough for you?” She teases, feeling his fingers push into her just enough for her to flex into him more. Turning her head to look at him, she meets his gaze and kisses him, letting him guide her onto her back as they kiss some more.

Feeling him break away, she opens her eyes and stares at him, the exposed parts of his body being kissed by the sun.

“You’ll always be enough,” he tells her, causing her heart to pick up and her face to flush. Getting a bit flustered, she averts her gaze briefly. Sensing her subtle hesitation, his eyes begin to narrow.

“I mean it, Phira,” he says, this time with a bit more seriousness as she returns her attention to him.

“I know,” she smiles, growing soft while reaching for his face and cupping it in her hands. “Thank you.”

Sharing one last kiss together, the couple stares at one another, their lips perched into wide smiles as they decide to take a bit more time to lay in bed and cuddle before starting their day, the energy of the room tender and light.

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[sourfunstrips]

SUP FUCKERS do any of you have someone you hate.

like, who do you LOATHE? is there anyone you just want to see DEAD?

my brother. 💀

STOP THAT'S MEAN WHAT DID COIL DO TO YOU. but ditto also your brother

help.. yeah. paintball's brother

damn y'all insane. anyways i want to kill subspace with my bare hands-

... what the fuck-

[rocketcannonade]

my phighting ocs…

1) bluesteel, she/her, lost temple

2) slateskin, any pronouns, blackrock

3) bee, he/she, thieves den (formerly blackrock)

[sootysnail]

all youre getting is my dmc inspired phighting ocs

1st is zero (knights sword), 2nd is bluesteel (bluesteel katana), 3rd is adurite (adurite alterer of destiny)

thesw are kind of just concepts still? havent drawn them since drawing these but you get the idea

[phightingconfessions]

re that other person's ask about fictional jobs, being a phighter sounds SOOO fun i daydream about it so often.... my sort of half oc half sona has bluesteel claws so id probably have them too, either that or zombie stopping axe thats also really awesome

other fictional jobs i think would be fun is farming SPECIFICALLY in stardew valley (it looks so much easier than irl and also i can do so much other stuff), being an auto memory doll from violet evergarden (i've been hearing that it's a real job but i haven't looked into it so idk..) or maybe being a magical girl.. i know that usually doesn't pay but still

-(sorry this has been so off topic i rlly wanted to continue that other discussion...... can i claim an anon btw? 🕷️? this beast? i'm the same person as umm, the biograft kin, beating subspace in a fight, cheese cult and out of body experience asks. ive been hangin out man)

i looove thinking about fictional jobs to have... i have a phighting oc/sona whose entire job is supplying phestival fireworks and being a part-time delivery worker in lost temple..

also yes you can :) ill go update those posts with the anon tag ^^!

[undermonster-gaming]

My OC?

So my friend kinda spoiled an OC of mine that i'm planning to discuss soon on this blog so just be wary and be looking out for... My very first OC post, where I will be covering my TFA OC, BlueSteel.

[megagarymofooak]

Another OC time! ((Yaaaayyyy)) Bluesteel ( Top is regular colors bottom is alternate colors): - Hydra’s older brother - Short boi, like minicon short - Him a sword and a drone, triple changer all the way bb - Refuses to be the bottom in any situation - Kinda brash with things and ran away from home to join the military - Espionage be damned he’s charging into battle 

[bluesteel222]

2023년 새 헤더아트

텀블러에도 적용할  헤더아트를 완성했고 이제 밀려 있는 그림과 추가 다음 그림들도 마저 다해야겠다!!

[blu3sod]

In case you don't know, I have an OC, and this is the concept art for one of his weapons, the Bluesteel Handaxe.

[undertheroses]

🖊 + Me! A little outside the meme but why not xD

Want me to gush about my OCs?

[[Ah! Good ol' Bluebolt. ]]

[[I've already talked about how I'd change his name to BlueSteel but I got another idea in mind!]]

[[Okay, what if instead of a regular Pegasus he was a bat pony? A big (Somewhere in between Trouble Shoes and Big Macintosh), strong and intimidating as all get out? Like the Goliath of stallions! XD]]

[[He first starts off as lowly guard in Canterlot castle. But soon his strength, masterful skills in fighting and natural talent in leadership gets quickly noticed and soon gets promoted to Princess Luna's personal bodyguard and eventually Wing Commander.]]

[[Blue Bolt has an..complicated relationship Princess Luna at one point that ended mutually, they’re still good friends to this day. What was their relationship like? Here’s a hint: AND IIIIIEEEEEEIIII WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOOOUUUUU!]]

[[Being the first bat pony ever to be such a highly demanding rank, Blue Bolt often faces hostility and even prejudice from older generals with a "Pegasi only" kind of attitude. But Blue Bolt doesn't pay them no mind, rightfully assuming that they're just intimidated by both change and his youth.]]

[[Blue Bolt is a lot stronger, faster and bigger than your average bat pony, ages slowly as well. This started a rumor that he gained immortality through his connection with Princess Luna.]]

[[At some point it's actually revealed the Blue Bolt isn't a bat pony at all, but the elusive, thought to be extinct dragon pony! This happens when he gets fire breath at a certain point. Thus explaining his size, super strength and aging slowly.]]

[[But where did he come from before? I haven't gotten there yet XD]]

[[At some point Blue Bolt asks Spike for help to better understand dragon customs and such. Quickly becoming friends and fellow Ogres & Oubliettes players. Blue Bolt is both a excellent DM and Knight class player.]]

[[Double Delight and Blue Bolt met through their relations with Discord, and the rest is history. <3]]

[[During one of his many missions and adventures. A desperate sorcerer on the run turned Blue Bolt into a mare to slow him down. Unfazed by the change, proceeded to kick their ass anyway and save the day. Double Delight had a great time braiding his mane and giving him make up tips until the spell faded away.]]

[[At some point Blue Bolt has a fling with the same Discord Double Delight knows/screws. How does she feel or react to this? She made them all pancakes the next morning and made sure they had extra blankets and pillows. X3]]

[[And, that's all I can think of atm. I hope this answer your question darling!]]

[luna-di-fuoco]

Another BlueSteel piece for the beloved @bihanspookies! This is actually the first story I wrote for them some time ago, and it was really fun to do!

WORD COUNT: 1.6K RATING: E / Everyone

SUMMARY: Steve and Phira have a stay-at-home date and bake some sweets while reflecting on past memories together.

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“Protein cookies?”

Hearing Steve’s mixture of curiosity and surprise causes Phira to nod her head with some confidence. “I thought they’d be fun to make. A sweet treat that offers nutrients. Plus it’s hard to find stuff that doesn’t taste like old shoes.”

“Not all of it does, luv,” is Steve’s counter. “I find some to be quite tasty.” “You can’t always eat jerky, Steve. You know how high in sodium that is?” “True. But I'll burn it off.” “Uh huh~”

As much as she finds his teasing to be a bit nonsensical at times, she can’t help but be charmed by it. Offering a bit of a crooked smirk, she shifts her attention towards her work station. Lined in front of her kitchen counter with pristine care are her ingredients, her work tools, and a baking sheet.

Peering over her shoulder and seeing everything neatly lined up and ready for action, he hears her speaking to herself (though admittedly, her volume is loud enough for him to hear) as her tone reflects determination.

“It'll turn out better this time,” she swears. “This time for sure.” “Are you still upset about last time?” Steve questions, getting her attention. While the eye contact is minimal, he can see right through her as she offers a tiny pout and turns away.

“| don’t know why you ate any of that...garbage,” Phira astounds in a monotonous tone. “Oh that wasn’t rubbish,” Steve assures. “Trust me—what you made was miles better than some of the tripe I’ve had.”

“| know you're just saying that to make me feel better.” “I’m not! Honest.” “Whatever you say,” Phira sighs as she grabs the printed out instructions she had specially prepared. Reading it over carefully, she places it down and heads towards the set of aprons she bought herself some time ago.

Giving them her attention, she notices Steve moving in her peripheral. Curiously, she pans her eyes over to watch him lean against the counter, his eyes on the recipe sheet. As her lips curl into a small and gentle grin, she picks up one of the aprons and tosses it to him.

“You might want this,” she voices aloud while watching him look over and grab the apron in time. Seeing him offer a smirk her way, she grabs an apron for herself and ties it around her figure. Satisfied, she makes her way back to the counter when she sees Steve eyeballing his apron.

“I’ve got a shirt like this, y know,” he admits as he stares at the flower pattern adorning his apron. “Perfect for summertime.”

“Do you, now?” Phira asks with the subtlest hint of playfulness. “Mm. Maybe I'll model it for you some time,” he winks, only causing her to stare at him. Knowing that it takes her some time to warm up to any sort of flirtation, he softens up as he claps his hands together.

“Right! So. Where do we start?” “You'll handle the dry ingredients. I'll take care of the rest.” “Working in tandem, eh? | like it.”

Smiling a bit, Phira shifts her focus on the ingredients. Grabbing the eggs, applesauce, butter, and honey, she places them inside one of the mixing bowls before bringing them towards her. Just when she thinks everything’s gathered, she sees the small bottle of vanilla extract left behind and snatches it.

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With all of the wet ingredients mixed together, Phira finds her lips curling into a smile. Looking over briefly, she takes some time to observe Steve work on the dry ingredients. The way his eyes sharpen when focused. The subtle furrow of his brow and wrinkle of his nose...the subtle popping veins running along his hands and arms, the subtle trickles from his scar gracing his left arm.

Feeling a set of eyes on him, Steve continues mixing while panning his focus towards Phira. Offering her a playful glint in his stare, he returns to the task at hand before he feels his work is done. Stepping away and wiping his hands along his apron, he watches his silver-haired companion grab both mixing bowls, pour them together, and go to town on the dough.

A bit surprised by her enthusiasm, he hears her ask him for the chocolate chips and cherries. Moving with finesse, he grabs the final ingredients when he notices the amount of flour residue and dough splats running along Phira’s face and arms. Not wanting to break her out of her mojo, he steps back while witnessing the final touches of the dough preparation.

With a bit of a determined smirk, Phira finds a sliver of pride work its way through her when she notices the aftermath of her mixing firsthand. The puffs of residual flour resting along the counter. The chocolate chips and cherry bits that were flung out of the bowl. The dried up dough that trails along her hands and forearms.

“Ah geez,” she mutters to herself as she turns on her faucet. Washing her hands quickly, she turns it off, wipes her hands along her apron, and grabs a spare towel to wipe up her mess.

“It’s not like you to get so messy,” she hears Steve note in a playful way, causing her to look at him like a puppy who got reprimanded.

“| shouldn’t have been so careless,” she confesses as she breaks eye contact and drops the towel upon finishing her first task.

With her attention focused on cleaning herself off, she doesn’t notice Steve moving towards her—at least not until his feet are a few inches in front of her own. Looking up with a bit of a confused expression, she feels her heart pick up a bit the moment his finger grazes her cheek, sliding off a stray speck of dough.

“You missed a spot.”

Watching him pull his finger away and taste the cookie dough, she watches him nod in approval.

“Good flavor,” he smiles the moment he makes eye contact with her. “Thank you,” she acknowledges before backtracking. “Wait, are you talking about the dough or—”

Softly chuckling to himself, Steve leaves her to speculate before grabbing a towel to assist her. The moment she’s fully clean, he offers a satisfied grin.

Placing the towel over her shoulder, Phira reciprocates with a small smile of her own before returning to the cookie dough.

“You wanna help scoop this out? Four hands are better than two,” she nods. “It would be my pleasure,” Steve grins, standing beside her as she places the bowl in the middle of them.

One by one, they scoop little balls of dough out of the bowl and line them along the baking sheet. Finding himself growing a bit nostalgic, Steve softly chuckles.

“It’s funny,” he begins, getting Phira’s attention. “This reminds me a lot of my mum.” “It does?” Phira wonders.

“Mm. Baking was one of her hobbies,” he confesses. “She made all kinds of things: cakes, pies…anything Pops was in the mood for. She’d ask for my help a lot, so I’d knead dough or flatten things out with a rolling pin. It’s…one of the better memories I have growing up."

Knowing full well what he’s alluding to, Phira’s aura grows a bit remorseful when she hears the timer for the oven’s preheat go off. Shifting gears, she grabs the cookies, opens the oven, and places them in.

Closing the oven door, she sets the timer for a couple of minutes shorter than the suggested baking time. Admitting to herself that she did enough research to know that baking times can be off once and a while, she trusts herself to leave things be while undoing her apron.

Looking over her shoulder, she asks Steve to hand his over so she can throw it in the hamper. The moment he tosses it her way, she takes it with ease and heads for the closest laundry bin she can find. Dropping them in, she wipes her hands clean and returns to the kitchen.

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After letting the cookies cool enough and brewing a fresh pot of tea, Phira feels her heart begin to beat in her chest. While the cookies looked perfectly fine, her innate fear of them turning out vile was slowly getting the better of her.

Brushing this aside, she grabs one of the cookies and goes for it, silently giving herself some encouraging words. Taking the first bite, the flavors of chocolate and honey reach her palate. Widening her eyes a bit, she finds herself a bit surprised.

“It's good,” she tells herself while seeing Steve grab a cookie of his own. Taking a bite and letting the flavors dance along his tongue, he nods in approval.

“| told ya,” he grins. Noticing how relieved she appears to be, he takes a tiny milk container and adds some to his tea. “You did a good job.”

A bit taken back by his compliment, Phira sits with it before expressing her gratitude and eating the rest of her cookie. The moment she finishes, she looks at the plate of remaining cookies while playing mental ping pong on whether or not she should have another one.

Feeling similarly, Steve comes up with an idea. Grabbing one of the cookies, he breaks it in half and holds a piece out.

“For you,” he tells her. Seeing the gentle gaze in his eyes, she softens her expression and takes it. As the two finish their little treat, they discuss what else they could do on their date. As multiple ideas bounce back and forth, the duo feels something gently linger between them—a sort of dance, almost a waltz of tenderness.

For the first time in a long while, they feel comfortable. Safe. And for now, that’s all they can ask for.

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[sourfunstrips]

ask shit to my ocs. i dunno

[aumtzitism]

i think im a little late but here is mine .. in terms of phighting ocs its just danceblaster and bluesteel but its okk

haven't done one of this art rb things in awhile I said I would

hey. phighting oc havers. rb this post with your artphight (artfight) card if you want

I meant to do this sooner but I didn't I forgot

ill go first (exposing my user but what ever)