#dete (oc)

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just try to do some fanart in the detective Conan artstyle and try to doodel something in my style

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Behold: A Fan OC - Dete

This is Dete (pronounced "Deu-tuh"), a fan-OC to the wonderful original world/universe of @uxuefrog with the current placeholder title: "The Elf Princess."

She's some bird-folk lady who has a condition that caused her to be unable to grow feathers. She just wants to live her life in peace, along with her constant battle with protecting herself from the sun, thermoregulatory issues and trying not to make kids cry with her appearance.

She doesn't talk much, but adults assume she's a good listener, so she's often stuck with someone blabbing all their dark secrets and dramatic life stories away, while all she wants is to tend to her greenhouse and concoct new oils and remedies for her never-ending struggle with the management of her own health.

No one knows where she's from or what she went through, but they'll often hear her sing in a foreign language when she thinks she's alone.

She exists now and I can lay this Fan-OC to rest. Thanks for your grace in allowing us to draw OC's inspired by your world and style, it was fun to draw her, Froggy! <3

I'll edit this post to include her in her usual cloaked and covered fit, I was just too impatient to finish and posted recklessly >_<

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There Are No Winners With Revenge

001 | The Circle of Life is a Lie

Sonic the Hedgehog x oc x Shadow the Hedgehog

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THE CIRCLE OF LIFE IS A LIE "a pretty way to say there are predators and prey"

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Sa’tari stood with her back straight, her tail stockstill as she tried desperately to keep the smile that wanted to burst through at bay. As the stars aligned, her prayers had been answered. In front of her, Sa’tari’s father stood fierce and tall, fitting a headpiece to Sa’tari, one that matched his own. 

The beads fell delicately around her ears, a mixture of dark blue and black stood out against her fur as they were connected by a string of leather. The difference between Sa’tari’s and her father’s was that his adorned beads of blood red that littered his pattern, earned from the battles Sa’tari herself had yet to partake in. Together, the headpieces were two of a matching set.

“Look at you, all grown up,” Abasi murmured, eyes roaming across Sa’tari’s face as if this was the last time he’d ever see her. Finally, Sa’tari let her smile bound across her face as Abasi’s hand came to rest on her shoulder. “I never thought I’d see this day come.”

“Stop messing around Dad,” Sa’tari giggled softly, nose scrunching and ears twitching atop her head as she felt the beaded headpiece shift slightly. “You’ve been planning this ceremony for months. I should be the sentimental one.”

“I know, I know,” He repeated, the first time for Sa’tari while the second was for himself. A soft smile broke through Abasi’s usual stoic expression as he took in the ceremonial attire that Sa’tari was wearing, not too different from the one he was made to wear many moons ago. “It’s just, Aishia would be so proud of what you’ve become.”

Ducking her head bashfully, Sa’tari softened. Although she had never personally known the women, Aishia played such an important role in Sa’tari’s life, just as any mother would.

“Thank you, Dad,” Her voice came out almost as a whisper, a quiet moment between the two of them to be preserved. One of their last moments before Sa’tari became a warrior and fully fledged member of their village. Reaching a hand out to grab onto her fathers, she gave it a soft squeeze. “That means a lot to me.”

Abasi opened his mouth to say more but the words never got the chance to escape as someone came bursting into their house. The fur along Sa’tari’s body quickly stood on edge as she snapped around to see who it was, her ears twitching to pick up any indication of whom it might be. She should’ve known from Abasi’s relaxed stance that it was no threat as Nyo came bustling in. 

“Chief,” Nyo huffed, out of breath. Bent over himself with his hands resting on his knees as he fought to catch his breath, Nyo looked up to find the scene he had interrupted, Abasi’s expression morphing back to the stern one he was most commonly spotted with. Straightening, Nyo rushed out, “They’re ready for you.”

“Thank you, Nyo,” Abasi gruffly said, dipping his head slightly to show his appreciation. There were a few seconds where no words passed between them, Abasi’s attention caught by his daughter as he swallowed in these last moments. “If you could give us a moment, we’ll be out soon.”

“Of course, Chief,” Nyo nodded, already backing up towards the door. “I’ll let them know.”

The two snow leopards waited a second until the piece of fabric covering the entryway to their house slipped shut, signifying the extent of their privacy, before they began talking again. Picking up both of Sa’tari’s hands in his, Abasi cherished them as he ran his thumb over the back of them, leaning forward until their foreheads rested against each other. Sa’tari let her eyes slip shut as she enjoyed this moment and the peace that came with it. 

“After today you’ll be a warrior,” Abasi spoke slowly, allowing the words and their magnitude to sink in. Leaning away, Sa’tari’s eyes peeled open, determination setting into them as she listened to her father intently. “The transformation will take a few days and will hurt. It won’t be easy but you’re strong. We believe you’ll make the quickest recovery as they’re passed down to you.”

Sa’tari could only nod her head as her father prepared her, not expecting the sudden pull towards their door as Abasi led the way. As they reached it, he dropped her hands so he could pull the curtain aside and let her step through it first, but before he could, Sa’tari charged into him, wrapping her arms around him tightly.

It took a second for Abasi to react, momentarily stunned, but when he did he returned the favour just as generously as he secured his arms around Sa’tari, lifting her off the ground for a few seconds as he held her close and butted their heads together. A gentle purr trickled out of Sa’tari for the seconds she was trapped there. 

When Abasi let go, they were both reluctant to part ways, but something greater awaited Sa’tari, and Abasi wasn’t going to keep her from her destiny.

Pulling the curtain back as he had originally intended to, Abasi revealed a crowd containing their entire village, all waiting to get a look at and celebrate Sa’tari. Eyes widening as she took them all in, Sa’tari couldn’t help but smile as she stepped out of the small house, being welcomed by everyone in full as small cubs ran towards her and leopards she had previously trained with took up her sides. 

“If it isn’t our great warrior,” Koa mused as he stuck to Sa’tari’s left, brashly grinning as he peered down at her. He absently picked up one of the small cubs that were running around at their feet and lifted them to sit on his shoulders. “On her way to fulfil the great prophecy. I wonder, what lives will you save first?”

“Don’t jest, Koa,” Tisa warned as she reached behind Sa’tari to lightly smack Koa’s arm, hardly able to keep her own laughter in as she did so. “Today’s important for Sa’tari and the village. The gift is being passed down from the ancestors and we’re all lucky enough to be alive to witness it.”

“Do you think I’ll get a gift from the ancestors?” The small cub atop Koa’s shoulders asked, his tail swishing rapidly along Koa’s back.

“Well, Tamu,” Sa’tari grinned as she looked up at the cub, reaching her hands up to pluck him off Koa’s shoulders and hold him on her hip for a few moments as they walked through the village, those who occupied it parting way for them before joining the parade that followed. “If you train to be a warrior just like us then you might. But that’s many years away.”

“When did you start training, Sa’tari?” A little girl, Itanya, asked as she came up next to Sa’tari, her paws burying themselves in the ceremonial fabrics that Sa’tari wore.

“When I was just a bit older than you,” Sa’tari proudly recalled, remembering every second of her training as if it had been embedded into her skin like the patterns of her fur. “Now, run along and play amongst yourselves. The night has just started and we have much to do.”

“Aw, that was cute,” Tisa coed, bumping into Sa’tari lightly as they reached the edge of the village and began their way into the snow-covered mountains, fighting through forests to get to their sacred temple. The crunch of snow echoed dully beneath Sa’tari’s feet, a harsh whisper as she stalked away from her village. “You’re like their idol.”

“I guess that’s just one of the many perks of being the chosen one,” She cockily shrugged, not bothering to hide the grin on her face as Koa scoffed and Tisa shook her head in amusement. “Everyone loves me and I’ll be remembered for generations to come. It’s no biggie really.”

“Speaking of everyone loving you,” Koa groaned, head subtly turning back to where someone was gaining ground on them. Both Sa’tari and Tisa turned to see who it was Koa was talking about but quickly snapped their heads away when they realised who. “It seems like your mate-to-be is making their way over here.”

“Ugh, do not call him that,” Sa’tari rolled her eyes, face twisting in disgust. “It’s bad enough he sees himself as a serious suitor. I don’t need him catching wind of you calling him as such-”

“Sa’tari,” Taji called, coming up beside Sa’tari and bumping Koa out of the way so he could wrap an arm around Sa’tari’s waist. Sa’tari felt her body stiffen at his touch, her brain screaming to relax even though the rest of herself wasn’t listening. “Excited for your big day?”

“Ecstatic,” Sa’tari responded dryly, her words truthful but her tone being as uninterested as she was in Taji.

“You know, now that you’re becoming a proper warrior and will be playing with the big boys,” Taji started, his thumb rubbing small circles into Sa’tari’s waist as he pulled her impossibly closer. Sa’tari had to fight every fibre in her body to not shove Taji off of her, opting for grounding her teeth together to hold her tongue. “You’re going to have to find a mate soon. Since you’re next in line, you’re going to need someone by your side to help you rule.”

“I’m aware,” Sa’tari nodded, using the opportunity of the nearing temple to break away from Taji and push forward, properly leading the village of snow leopards as she began making her way up its steps. “I’ve been taking into consideration some potential candidates, none of which seem to appease me.”

“Maybe you’re looking too far,” Taji tried to get closer only to be pulled back by Koa, the taller leopard shaking his head, warning Taji to fall back and let Sa’tari have this moment as she had been promised. “There might be someone a lot closer than you think.”

Sa’tari only grunted, not bothering to humour Taji more than she already had. Besides, they had arrived. The Klarideia. Sa’tari’s training ground and the final resting place of the ancestors. 

Raising her head high, Sa’tari weaved her way through the temple hallways, leading the way to the sacred ground where the ceremony would take place. She had only been in that room a few times, all of which were filled with lessons, stories and fulfilled prophecies, just like what Sa’tari would be one day. 

Stepping into that room now was a completely different experience. Everything was buzzing, building off of the excitement that flowed through the morbians that poured into it. It felt like her very blood was vibrating as it coursed through her veins, fueling her with the adrenalin she’d need to survive the ceremony. 

Standing in the centre, looking up at the sky as the stars began to take shape and the sun fully disappeared, Sa’tari patiently waited for it all to commence. 

“Let’s not rush the inevitable,” A familiar voice murmured behind Sa’tari, making her turn with a grin as she spotted her trainer. Age had slowly begun to wither away at Cyril, changing him from the sharp warrior he had been when Sa’tari first met him as a cub. “Are you ready, my little Sa’tari?”

“Of course,” She said, a hand reaching out to grab Cyril’s elbow as he stepped in closer, their foreheads briefly butting together before Cyril was stretching past her, two snow leopards close behind him carrying the items he would need to commence the ceremony. Sa’tari turned to follow him but was waved to a halt, rooting herself to the spot as she called, “It’s what you trained me for.”

“We’ll be beginning in just a moment,” Abasi murmured into Sa’tari’s ear as he came up from behind her, hand settling on the small of her back for just a second before he prepared to walk past her. “Just like we’ve practised, take a seat and we’ll take care of the rest.”

“Okay,” She whispered in response, legs almost trembling as she found her spot in the clearing, kneeling with her tail wrapping around her knees. 

Abasi took on a familiar position a couple of meters in front of Sa’tari, facing her as he took a seat of his own. As the villagers witnessed their chief and future chiefess taking to the ground, a silence washed over them, hushed by the promise of a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. 

Cyril had disappeared somewhere within the temple that only someone of his status had access to. Soon, his apprentice would be able to partake but until then they began working on a remedy as they waited for his return. The ceremony couldn’t formally begin until he had the elixir prepared. So until then, Sa’tari was left to reside in her nerves until her time came.

Placing her hands over her knees, Sa’tari softly dug her claws into her fur, attempting to calm herself as she felt hundreds of eyes on her, each of them overflowing with different amounts of emotion. Excitement; Joy; Curiosity; Relief; Longing; Envy; Hatred; Disgust. The mixture of emotions threw her off, especially when she couldn’t pinpoint any of them to those belonging to her village. 

No matter though, she had known and been warned many times that not everyone would be happy with the ancestor’s choices, wishing for it to be them or their own offspring. It wasn’t Sa’tari’s fault she had been chosen so she wouldn’t waste her breath worrying about what others had to say about it when it was too late. 

That didn’t, however, stunt the dread that bubbled in her stomach or stop the bile from rising up her throat.

“Today we’ve been summoned by the ancestors to celebrate the saviour of our village,” Cyril suddenly announced upon his return, drawing all attention to him as Sa’tari was knocked out of her thoughts, her claws retracting as she looked up to face him. “When Sa’tari was born, the stars aligned, just like they’ve done again tonight.”

Stepping forward, Cyril held a small wooden bowl in his hands, its contents filled to the brim with the elixir Sa’tari had only ever heard stories about. Upon getting closer, Sa’tari could see that the liquid glowed white, an almost silver colour beaming from it.

“The gift flows through her blood, just as it had once flowed through the ancestors,” Those were Cyril’s last words to the village before he focused in on Sa’tari, stepping towards her and regarding her carefully. “Do you, Sa’tari, accept this gift and promise to honour it? Will you, when the time comes, lay your life out to protect those in need of it? Will you fulfil your duty towards the prophecy?”

“I will,” Sa’tari swallowed dryly, the words hoarse as they left her mouth. 

Studying her for a long moment after she had spoken, Cyril eventually nodded, bending at the knee and presenting the bowl to her. Just as carefully as Cyril had been handling it, Sa’tari took the elixir from his hands. “Then this gift is yours to claim.”

Her sparkling eyes bypassed Cyril momentarily as they landed on her fathers, Abasi watching her intently with adoration filling his features. Noticing her eyes on him, Abasi gave Sa’tari a nod, signalling it was okay and that it was her time. Her lips thinned together as she looked back to Cyril, catching his awaiting eyes.

Lifting the bowl to her lips, Sa’tari couldn’t help but sniff the elixir, an old habit Cyril himself had instilled in her to make sure nothing was poisoned. Oddly enough, it had no scent. Sa’tari however could pick up the scent of something wild and musky.

“Drink, my little Sa’tari,” Cyril spoke softly, a whisper just between the two of them. “No need to keep everyone waiting.”

With those words, Sa’tari brought the bowl to her lips and tipped her head back, allowing the elixir to slip down her throat. The first thing Sa’tari noticed about the elixir was that it was tasteless, matching its colour and smell. The second thing she noticed was that the elixir burned, almost ripping the flesh of her neck as she choked it down. That didn’t stop her though; That bowl didn’t leave her lips until every drop of it was gone.

Pulling the bowl away from her lips with a heavy breath once she was finished, Sa’tari licked her lips before whipping her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes darting up to where Cyril stood proudly and to where Abasi was making his way over to her, collecting two massive, dull, ring-like items from one of Cyril’s appretencies.

“Now that the gift is within you,” Cyril momentarily paused as he took one of the rings from Abasi, gesturing for one of Sa’tari’s wrists where he clasped the ring like a bracelet, “you must wear these so the balance isn’t disturbed.”

Abasi had the honour of fastening the second ring around Sa’tari’s free wrist, his hand gently cradling the fur that would soon be smothered by the ring. A soft click rang out as Abasi settled it into place, a jolt of energy running up Sa’tari’s spine once both rings were in place.

“May the ancestors watch over you and guide you in-” Cyril was cut off by a bloodcurdling scream echoing through the clearing, originating from just beyond two heavy wooden doors.

Silence washed over the room as two snow leopard warriors raced to see what had happened. It was in those long moments of uncertainty that Sa’tari felt as if she was being watched, hundreds of eyes boring into her with the intent to tear her apart. No matter where she looked though, nothing showed up despite the obvious warning signs.

She didn’t have enough time to search though as the two morbians that had gone searching for the sound came bursting back into the room, a third snow leopard held between them as they dragged her forward. Sa’tari raced forward to stand by her father’s side, trying to figure out who it was. 

Penda attempted to lift her head as the two carrying her came to a stop, resting her on her knees in front of Abasi and Sa’tari. Sa’tari immediately took notice of the wounds gushing across Penda’s body, her limbs shaking as she tried to compose herself. 

“What happened?” Sa’tari spoke softly, taking a knee as a worried hand reached out for Penda. It seemed Penda had other priorities though as she looked past Sa’tari, eyes landing on her father’s.

“The prophecy,” Blood bubbled from Penda’s lips as she attempted to speak, shaking off Sa’tari and the other snow leopard’s hands as she tried to get closer to Abasi and Cyril. “It’s begun. They’re here.”

“Who are here?” Abasi hissed, ears flattening against his head as he looked towards the door, ready for the threat to step through it. At their chief’s weariness, the warriors of the village stood on edge, preparing to take action at the slightest indication from their chief.

“The wolves,” The words almost didn’t make it out of Penda’s lips as she collapsed, her fall accompanied by the battle cries of shadowy figures taking shape along the walls and entrances of the temple, surrounding the entirety of their village’s population. The synchronised howls told Sa’tari everything she needed to know. 

With that, all hell broke loose.

Shadowy figures made their presence known, pointed ears and ragged fur setting them apart from everyone else as they ascended forward, encircling the villagers in the small space they had willingly compacted themselves all into. They were trapped with nowhere to go and nothing they could do other than fight their way out.

“Protect the cubs,” Cyril ordered, his words launching the snow leopard’s response as mothers snatched up their children, arms held protectively around them as warriors-in-training took up their sides, acting as an extra layer of defence as they pushed to the edges of the temple, searching for a way out. 

Sa’tari didn’t bother trying to grab onto a stray club, that wasn’t her place. Instead, she ignored the burning that surged through her body, her eyes narrowing as she turned to the nearest wolf she could spot. She didn’t know if the gift had taken route yet, no signs to tell her other than the harrowing pain that had set in, but there would be a clear way to find out.

She charged forward without a second doubt, body gearing up for a fight as the enemy morbian neared. A growl reverberated against Sa’tari’s throat as she raised a gloved hand, prepared to swipe it at the wolf before the world seemed to glitch. In a truncated pocket of time, everything around Sa’tari slowed for what felt like a blink of an eye. It was as if the wolf in front of her was moving through water, his slurred limb arching towards Sa’tari.

On impulse, her body shifted to the side, time choosing to revert back to normal as her hand came crashing down against the morbians cheek, five jagged lines of blood being left in her wake. The sudden shift in speed had Sa’tari stumbling forward, her hands scraping against the ground as she tried to catch herself. 

“Gah,” She grunted as she hit the ground, quickly rolling onto her side so she could push herself back up. As Sa’tari bent her arms, eyes locking back onto the wolf across from her, she noticed the fury that had built in their dull irises, teeth bared as they charged towards her. The rage was like nothing Sa’tari had seen before, never having to fight in a war until now. She wasn’t one to back down though.

Breaking out into a run, the flurry of danger surrounding her slowed once again, Sa’tari moving as she normally did as she closed in on the morbian. This time she didn’t simply try to scratch his face, instead she leaped up into the air, her right knee bent and extended in front of her to where it would inevitably collide with the wolf’s face. Just as she was mere centimetres away from his face, time sped up and a sickening crunch echoed through the clearing. 

Watching as the morbian fell to the ground, Sa’tari had no time to process what she had done, someone crashing into her back not even seconds later. Stumbling forward a few steps, Sa’tari felt someone pushing themselves off of her before their hands connected with her shoulders and pulled her up to her feet. 

She didn’t have a chance to look at who it was because of a leg connecting with her stomach, a puff of air falling from her lips as she hunched over. Her body reacted to the assault before her mind could catch up, her steps quickening as she barreled into the person, lifting them up off the ground as she slammed them into the temple walls. 

A yelp escaped from the wolf’s lips, a snarl quickly replacing it as they tried to snap their teeth at Sa’tari. Pulling them off the wall, Sa’tari slammed them back into it again, repeating the action in quick succession until the wolf stopped responding, head lulling to the side as they passed out from the impact. 

“Sa’tari,” A voice hissed, making the snow leopard turn to see who it had come from. She had expected to find a wolf foaming at the mouth but was instead met by her father’s staggered stare. Although Abasi didn’t look too worse for wear, Sa’tari had definitely seen him in better shape. Abandoning the passed-out morbian, Sa’tari rushed to her father’s side, immediately wrapping an arm around him to help steady his swaying body. “You must leave. You shouldn’t be fighting while the gift is settling.”

“I’m fine, Dad,” Sa’tari brushed him off, her head shaking as she tried guiding her father away from the fight though it was increasingly hard to find somewhere that wasn’t overflowing with morbians. “This is my fight, I can’t just run from it.”

“No,” Abasi huffed, reaching for something in his pocket as the arm clutching onto Sa’tari slipped down to her waist, wrapping around it when his claws dug into her side, making Sa’tari bite down a gasp. Throwing something in front of them, Sa’tari recognised the golden ring that took shape, a mist surrounding it as it opened to an unknown land. 

“Good plan,” Sa’tari quickly muttered, trying to push Abasi towards it and grab the attention of the other snow leopards. “We can grab the warriors and regroup away from the ambush. Then once we’re prepared we can come back.”

“We won’t be coming with you,” Abasi said, his stance shifting so he could sweep Sa’tari’s feet from under her and launch her forward. Completely thrown off, Sa’tari was helpless to react as she tumbled through the portal, body colliding harshly into the ground and rolling through dampened grass. 

“Dad, what are you doing?” Sa’tari yelled as she clambered to her feet. For all the times her body had gone into overdrive during that battle, slowing the rest of the world down so she could move quicker, she wished it would happen now but instead, she was left feeling as slow as ever.

“We need to respect the balance and let the gift settle,” Abasi sternly said, slowly backing away from the ring as it began to shrink, closing off the connection between the two morbians. Smiling despite the situation, Abasi said his final words to his daughter, “Find us when the time is right.”

“Dad,” Sa’tari screamed, not caring for what could be lurking on her side of the portal as it finally closed. When no answer came, Sa’tari felt herself freeze, alone in a place she didn’t yet know. The damp grass brushed against her legs with the soft breeze hitting her, the smell of rain still fresh in the air. Looking around her surroundings to see if there was anything that could help her, she was met with nothing but an endless forest. 

Her ears flattened against her head at the realisation. She was stuck, stranded with no way home while her people were being slaughtered. Sa’tari felt her throat begin to close, her breath quickening as she hunched over herself. One of her hands reached up to clutch at her chest when she saw it:

A glowing blue.

Looking down at her left wrist, the band that sat around it glowed brightly, almost beaming up at her as it demanded her attention. The other ring was still the dull grey it had been before while this one solidified, almost pulling her to her feet. 

Something was calling to her and she would find out what it was. With her expression hardening, Sa’tari pushed herself to her feet and prepared herself to face this planet.

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More G.I. Juniors OCs!!

Hey @deadgirlrolling!!! I forgot some characters but here they are!!!

During the events that later led to the Himalaya Battle, Big Lob was dating his long-time girlfriend, Estefânia Odete Torres Araújo, former midfielder for the São Gonçalo female soccer team, when she found out about her pregnancy. Big Lob only found out after the first defeat of Aspis on the Himalayas, put a ring on Dete's finger, and in a matter of months, Teresinha was born.

Some months after joining the JOEs, Ace and Airborne quickly found out that they liked each other, to no-one's surprise. With their families, the JOEs, and the Air Force's blessing, the couple managed to adopt Doli, a little Navajo girl orphaned after an Aspis raid near Tuba City (and almost taken in by a Mormon family).

Bonnie and Spirit met some weeks after the events of the Weather Dominator, when the latter was having a walk around town to de-stress; he decides to have a quick meal in a diner, and almost if destiny had decided to put its foot in, Spirit and Bonnie end up sitting at the same booth. After a long lunch together, and a long walk in the nearby park, they exchange phone numbers, believing that they will only be friends. Boy, are they wrong, as our beloved tracker ends up marrying the pretty Diné schoolteacher almost 3 years later!

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After the Night Ends Chapter 1

3K Words. Alucard X OC!Reader. Reader is non binary with a femme body. AU but contains lore from Castlevania & Castlevania: Nocturne. Takes place during the last episode and goes from there

Angst, Estranged Lovers AU, Soulmate AU, Alucard is a reclusive, flirtatious snarky brat. Not 18+ yet but following chapters may and will be properly tagged as such. So indulgent I’m adding a soundtrack. Unknown Mortal Orchestra - Multi Love.

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Your estranged love materialized out of thin air. A ghost of his former self; a slimmed figure, stark white hair, pearlescent pale skin. His eyes a hollow but peering yellow. Your heart beat beyond sound, a thunderous full body vibration. Although in mid-air piercing his sleek ornate sword through Drolta’s chest, you could do nothing more but falter in stability at his appearance. “Adrian…” you mumbled low. Richter took in your surprise realizing you had not been truthful of your affiliation with Dracula. Or rather, your affiliation was a lot more intimate than you let on. Much of your facade fell as Drolta’s screech and outreached hand towards you gave no fear. Not only because your Adrian was immaculate with his weapon, or the fact he would never let anything happen to you—you could handle yourself beyond compare.

For the sake of achieving your desire of reuniting with your love you found yourself amongst these well-meaning youth of tomorrow. Disguising your age was not difficult at this point in your travels but faking your background became harder as the old world you knew was vastly changed. You had to learn now, with your darker complexion, and couple hundred years from your original background, how to navigate the questions of who you were and where you came from.

The days of knowing the love of your life as Alucard, fighting and joking alongside Trevor and Sypha were long gone. You had already joined them close to the end of their respective voyages latching onto Alucard because of your shared loneliness and troubled background. Admittedly, you wanted to snatch Adrian away into the darkness to confirm he’s the man who’s dangling in the air as if an ethereal marionette. Yet, in a way he was nothing as you remembered. The soft peach of his warm skin, his lively almost rose golden tresses, the breadth of his shoulders—all replaced by a more demure, reclusive, cold countenance. He felt…dead. You were the only one in suspension at this point as Drolta crashed to the ground without a nail reaching you. Her radiant crimson pink embers dwindling with her decaying body catching up to all the time she used. You could admit she had been captivating even if depraved. And as you watched her body wither into the wind a booted foot fell into your eye line. Large, leathered, and desiring acknowledgment.

Now he was on Earth, on land, the same as yours, beckoning you to confront the man you abandoned almost three hundred and something years ago. Your adoration and yearning caught in your throat. How could you apologize to him? Was it actually on you to apologize? How could you explain you missed him but hated him but loved him but ran away? You hadn’t realized you’d fallen to your knees until Richter prompted: “What the fuck is actually going on?” He stood back protective of Annette and Maria, his bulked arm extended as a barrier. You took no notice of him as when the second foot touched Earth you could muster no confidence to face your estranged beloved. “I heard you are in need of assistance,” he spoke directly above you, turning his head stilted to throw “Belmont.” The name fell from his lips in a knowing but wayward tone. “I am the son of Dracula…and I believe you have been looking for me.” Almost a question, hinted with deprived amusement. Everyone’s eyes fell to you who could do nothing more but clutch your chest tightly, wide-eyed. A nervous wreck of emotions. Richter spoke finally “Yes…we need your help,” he was earnest and determined taking in the gaping white of the eclipse centered in the blackened sky. He wavered looking to the ground defeated. “We…dearly need your help.” Richter was the most overtly perturbed. But also the most obviously willing to sacrifice his life to save the world. You knew them all courageous, even poor Eduard you promised Annette to help. It was easy to lie to them at first, everyone was cautious of the other. Yet, fight after fight, you all proved your loyalty and even love for one another. Then, the guilt of deceit weighed on you. You lied to them about everything focused only on your goal of finding your beloved again. And here he was in all his angelic splendor far from how you left him. You were as weak as when you ran away.

Maria joins “We are going to fight against Erzabeth. She has done unspeakable evils…” she weakens to a whimper as the thoughts of her mother hushes the entire group. Richter, now never not scowling, continues: “We are going to kill that Bitch. But it would be helluva lot easier if you join us…” Alucard stood statuesque, as acclaimed a visage as Apollo or Dionysus. A truly remarkable visual that captivated them all. If only they knew how many before them could do nothing more but gawk at his appearance. If only they knew how his skin glowed against the sun, unlike this almost bleached complexion. How his hair fell far beyond his shoulders and bounced with his laugh or his ballerino steps as he sauntered about. 300 years…how alone you had been. How alone he had had to have been. Tears brim but you quickly wipe them away shaking your head. It felt unreal, surreal, a lie.

“Are you…” his voice was soft, loving. “In need of any assistance too? Ma’am?” What? Ma’am? It was sharp and loaded. It was what he referred to you when you arrived appearing as a lost young maiden unbeknownst to him with experience in new identities already. When you arrived in the dark begging for his mercy and somewhere to reprieve. In a long blue ornate dress you stole easily from a paused caravan at the neighboring stop. All you needed to steal was food, medicine, and yeah maybe something to sell. In the unsafe sweep of midnight you saw the torches that lit the garden before the mountainous shadow of castle came into view. You could only make it out as the dark clouds passing peeked moonlight through that reflected off the staggering pointedness of the seemingly alive, angry architecture.

Truly had it not been the dead of night, as a woman (well perceived as such despite your personal desires), and performing the damsel role. You ended up sticking yourself in a situation where you’d need to go back miles the way you came or stick out this con of sorts. You thought to nab a few vegetables but it was so well kept you thought smart of guard dogs or some sort of watcher. Wouldn’t be far fetched someone peers out of the windows of this monstrous abode awaiting a strangers mistake.

You rush past clutching your dress in a hurry. Makes sense to seem distraught, lost, and vulnerable. You knocked softly upon the door which felt immediately futile. How thick and staggering the door was and the real size of the castle sent a cold chill through you. You press your hand to the door because you were sure you felt a pulse, or that rather while you knew it was not flesh—the door felt aware of you. I guess I’ll knock again. You knock much harder this time. Banging actually as you felt foolish becoming annoyed at how hard it was to successfully be weak. But in exchange for your admittedly resounding knocks you lifted your voice to a pitiful, desperate “Please! Hello!!! I’m lost and in dire need of assistance! Any help!! Please!!” Oh how you’d be sure to steal as much as you could. You were about to quit before the hulking door widened by itself. Tired of your persistence the door cracked enough to show a vast gallery with huge winding stairwells on either side. It felt like a library…while life has known these floors there’s a sense that much has happened…but you can’t ignore the cobwebs, floating dusts, and the sense that if someone did live here, they forewent cleaning a good bit of time ago. You shimmied through the doorway as it had not been kind enough to open fully. You stumbled a bit taking it all in.

“Hello?! Apologies, I’ve led myself astray far from those I was traveling with. I can compensate handsomely…” It just didn’t feel like you were talking to no one. Instead of reversing course you were the stubborn, hard headed type. “Please, I…I actually have no one.” You could be somewhat honest you supposed. Becoming genuinely desperate that atleast you weren’t crazy. “I am here in need of food and shelter. Only for a night.” You voice blared across the gallery traveling it’s way into the further darkness of the hallways leading deeper into the abyss of this now increasingly creepy place. Fear, worry, concern crept upon you. Maybe I did choose wrong. “I’m…desperate…but I know an unwelcome guest... I apologize for bothering you…thank you for opening your door if just to bade the weather for a time.” You were sincere. Whatever, whoever this was while maybe not of pure malice or evil was definitely not interested. You turned on your heel quickly about to shimmy back through the door’s crack when a masculine voice of obvious nobility cleared his throat loudly. So much so it stalled your legs leaving you shook to the core. You turned jolted at the sight of a long haired blonde man. A man you could easily claim is 6’3-6’5, dressed in a loose open chested blouse ruffled at the wrists. His broad shoulders, substantial almost bare chest, and his height sent you in a tizzy. You slipped on nothing grabbing at the door with an awkward chuckle. “Hello! Hi! I-uh,” Goddamn he’s attractive. “I’m just here for help. I am in need of food and reprieve, sir.” You clutched your hands to your heart, cleavage corseted against your chest that made your breasts bubble over the arch of the heart shaped hem. You knew how you looked—pathetic, sexy, and in need. You look up at him at a distance that blurs your ability to look him in the eyes. Most men were weak once you looked them in the eyes. Not only would you get what you needed… if he decided you could only take if you gave…you’d consider obliging.

“You could’ve taken the food in the garden…why disrupt me?” He was actually confused. Yeah you could’ve just stolen the food but there was a role to play and now by his presentation being a princess for tonight was acceptable. “I could’ve but I found it lacking etiquette. At the very least a proper request is well within my rights.” You fold your arms now in coquettish annoyance. Poking your lips out a bit in a pout. “I knew someone lived here by the attention and cleanliness of your land. So I just felt…determined I guess.” You throw a glance at the man still perched atop the stairway balcony. He’s unmoving and establishing his disinterest clearly. “Hmmm.” He looks you over well accustomed to a swindler. You were quite obvious as you only had began to even run in desperation towards the castle after scoping out much of the area. You were right, you had been watched. Unbeknownst to you the master of this home watched you wrestle your dress in frustration, curse along about your hatred for being girly, and your promise to yourself to take extra for your trouble. How dare you push out your chest, lift your voice, and plead as if a real maiden. He was amused but more cautious. Had he not known true violating betrayal he’d have likely bantered you into exposing yourself. He likely would’ve accepted your cleavage as repentance for lying. But, he actually was growing irritated with you. Had your stomach not growled this whole time he’d have a harder time even wanting to feed you.

“You may eat and leave. You cannot stay the night.” He was stoic. You had no real emotion or response to play off of so you leaned more into your attempt at flirtation. “Is that right?” You walked farther in now center of the gallery. You were able to see more of his features in the wafting light of the candlebras and chandelier. He was beyond. And you caught the raise of his brow at your staring. “Why might I not rest until morning?” Why not press the issue? While past midnight that meant you absolutely could stay till morning. A couple hours wouldn’t hurt this guy. “I’m truly alone. I would not ask of this with such persistence if I had somewhere else.” You place your open hand on your chest hoping to appeal to him. “One must know shame so please be aware I recognize how lowly it is of me to ask of you anything. I can maneuver the day very well…night…as someone like me…is just simply a danger I avoid at all costs.” This time you ended with the truth. Whether it be vagrants, vampires, night creatures, or the general evil person you knew and seen things that will always send you seeking shelter before the bars even begin to bustle with evening noise.

He felt your sincerity but cared not as you were already deceptive and up to no good. “A young maiden alone…” he was not one to be made a fool. “In the dead of night…” he began to slowly, eerily descend the stairs. Your wolf clawed through screaming you needed to scram. A bone deep desire to flee overcame you as his physique, face, and mood of pure annoyance actually intimidated you. “In a dress of such quality…bejeweled…clean…” Oh no. You realized what was happening. He knows I’m lying. He caught me. “How might I believe you are hungry…only in need of rest…where did you come from?” He is now at the last step before being equal on the floor with you. You babbled nothing as you had to look up to face him. “You must think me stupid. As if a mere commoner woman, thief…” he says with a certain venom. “Would be able to make a fool of Dracula’s son.” He hissed this time disappearing before closing the door harshly behind you. You leapt away from him colliding with the floor. “Dracula??? He’s dead??!” You screamed. “There’s no way your Dracula’s son. I apologize.” You bend your head to the floor on your knees. “I beg of you spare me.” The despair at your possible end turned you into a proper beggar. Rubbing your hands pitifully together. You were strong, you weren’t necessarily fully human but…this was beyond your comprehension.

“Sir I beg of you. I beg of you. Spare me. I am nothing more than a hungry wanderer. I lied. I lied. I’m sorry. Please do not hurt me.” Your mortal pain did touch this dhamphir before you. He would never kill you…why would you need to die when you are hungry? He could only understand you but a bite rose in his mouth. How he had trusted Trevor, Sypha…those other two…he could only resent himself for how easy he was. But tonight you will not disrupt him or his solitude or his impending desire to end his life. Your eyes pooled with tears as you watched his booted, leathered feet planted firmly in front you.

All you needed was food right? A couple hours sleep? Then leave and never return. His mind has been made up. “I do not consume as you mortals do. The garden is actually for the community. I do not horde what people are in dire need of…” he couldn’t help the disgust he felt at your trembling crying frame robbed of all the confidence you just had. How disgusting he was. Scary, unwanted, and forever cursed with his Father’s resentful countenance and his mother’s wondrous love and consideration. How deprived to sink his eye site in the lapse of fabric your dress caused in this pose. From your face to your lower belly visible as your hunched over figure exposed you. Once he was upon you the dress was so ill fitting to your size he almost laughed aloud at you pretending to be of some wealth and awareness.

Honestly tired of your very mortal woman fear he bent to a knee, offering a hand to you saying. “Ma’am? If you could consider my earlier behavior that of a brute…you may eat as you wish and rest until morning.” You began to protest. “No-No that’s absolutely okay. I will leave and it is as if I never bothered you.” You rose without raising your head. “I will leave as fast as I arrived.” But as you looked up directly into his eyes your stomach twisted and your mouth agape. He was immaculate. Gorgeous. Perfect. Son of Dracula? He huffed a chuckle and an incredibly weak smile. He’s trying, you thought. Caught up in the poke out of his fangs, he closes his mouth self consciously offering “Would you like maybe more comfortable clothes? A beautiful dress completely unsuitable for your stature.” He was judging. “Uh-I mean the dress isn’t actually that bad.” You choke out defending your outfit. “No no it’s not the attire at all…” it seems his eyes wandered too low there. “It’s you in it…” Oh okay ouch? “I have had many a traveler seek here for shelter. The kitchen is through the lower foyer on the right. Whatever is there is what you may use. It will have only what anyone has decided not to take. Do not do anything more than that. First and final warning.” He rose from you without another word ascending the stairs soon disappearing into the blackness of the upper hallway. The moment his aura depleted you could breathe again taking a couple of minutes to collect yourself before heading towards the kitchen. You threw a fearful glance up at the staircase walking under it and through to the expansive ground floor. Unable to get the image of the master of this home out of your mind. Scared of him but weirdly yearning deeply to know more.

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[poldraws]

*Bonk*

Well Hello there! I'm trying to post more often because here, but it's been taking quite some time to produce art despite being on vacation for the holidays lol. Thought I might share another DND OC I did a little while back instead! I love drawing muscular women and I definitely enjoyed my time with this ol' bubbly tiefling over here! Might redraw her sometime, but idk. Hope you guys like her as much as I do.

What's your favorite DND character to play as? I want detes! 🫵😠

[swearingcactus]

OC INTERVIEW : Lil V :)

thanks for the tag @v-eats-bugs (and @elvenbeard's post that reminded me that I have yet to do this even though I was tagged!) get ready for your local little guy answering some of your q's (this pic was supposed to just be a cover but it does make him look like he's answering these before bed in his jammies, which could fit too)

🔸Name?🔸 "Contrary to popular belief, it's not a pasta brand, but I would neither confirm or deny any guesses."

There's been wild rumors that he's changed his name to Vitoli or Viagra (Jackie's fault for that one) but nope, his name's still Vincent. His last name's Woodman or some other boring generated name hospitals print out for babies with no parents claiming them, so he never went by it. Great decision on his end, cus "Vincent Woodman-or-similarly-boring-sounding-last-name" sounds more like an accountant than a cool merc.

🔸Nickname?🔸 "Just V."

Before Atlanta, some 'friends' burned him and used him as scapegoat for a gig and he landed in prison because of it. His efforts to erase the records and leave much earlier than his sentence bankrupted him; but he got out and decided to wipe his slate clean. What better way to start a new life than with a new (technically just chopped down) name?

🔸Gender?🔸 "🤨📸"

Cis male. But he thinks it's weird if people gotta ask that.

🔸Star sign?🔸 "Aw fuck, I gotta ask Misty for that, I keep forgetting which one I am. Hang on."

This is totally not a cop-out cus i haven't played phantom liberty and therefore am still unsure when is his canon birthday. Either way he doesn't care about it that much.

🔸Height?🔸 "5'8 which I've heard is 173cm."

173cm is NOT 5'8, he's lying or simply getting it wrong, and frankly for night city denizens, that's more amusing to ponder than his height.

🔸Orientation?🔸 "Oh ;) I'm not picky! ;) heheh wait i mean 🤨📸"

Sometimes his excitement at the prospect of getting laid by hot men and women makes him forget to act cool and nonchalant about being bi.

🔸Nationality/Ethnicity?🔸 "I mean I'm pretty sure I gotta be somewhat white, but never knew the detes. Not gonna pay a corpo for them to tell me about it either, cus what do they know?"

He has a paler complexion, but sometimes his features on the right lighting kinda play tricks on you. With him being from Heywood and no parents to speak of, he has no idea if he could actually be part Hispanic or Asian or any other ethnicity. Obviously, he could pay to get some 2077 "hyper-accurate" version of 23andMe but he thinks that's bull and way too easy to fake. Totally just that and not cus he gave up on the idea of biological families anyways, nope.

🔸Fave fruit?🔸 "I dunno, never really had anything 'ganic 'cept some grapes and they were really sour, so probably not those. Pears are okay, I guess."

🔸Fave season?🔸 "Winter. Atlanta sucked but they had better winters."

Atlanta's winter was colder than Night City's, so the idea of spending the holidays just cold and broke with crippling loneliness sounded too horrible. He attempted to avoid this by treating himself to a 'real' white christmas experience, tried ice skating and making snow bunnies when it did snow and got hot chocolate and even bought himself some overpriced present and all that. Atlanta didn't work out, but he did like winter coming out of it, and he gets nostalgic of it when the holiday season come around.

🔸Fave flower?🔸 "Sunflowers. Oh, but cherry blossoms are really pretty too, even when they're just holos."

He doesn't tell this story much, but when he got out of prison, the field next to the road was riddled with dying sunflowers. Nothing welcomed him out of the gutter but those shriveled plants right next to ones that were done blooming couple weeks ago. If he had been able to get out earlier, he could've seen at least some of them in bloom. It should be a bitter thought and memory, but he found walking next to them very comforting. He has a soft spot in his heart for them ever since.

🔸Coffee, tea, hot chocolate?🔸 "Well not coffee, and not tea, so I guess hot chocolate it is. Actually, you have that iced?"

He used to think he's a coffee guy but dating Kerry made him realize the canned coffee he drinks are just sugar with a hint of caffeine flavor. (he hated the black ganic stuff Kerry drinks but powered through that One Time) In general though, he likes cold drinks more than hot ones.

🔸Average hours of sleep🔸 "I'd like to say 8 but I know that'd be lying. Probably closer to 5 or 6."

Don't get him wrong, he gets on the bed. He just scrolls his phone for hours after and doesn't sleep immediately when he gets on it is the problem. He falls asleep closer to 2-3AM, then wakes up at 8 or 9. This is a real issue if he stays the night over with Panam at camp, since the Aldecaldos are mostly early birds.

🔸Dog or Cat person?🔸 "Oh cat, definitely. Have you seen my cat Nibbles?" *queues up 100+ picture slides of her directly to your holo*

🔸Dream trip?🔸 "Antarctica, maybe? Heard it's kinda peaceful over there, and it'd be even colder than Atlanta so hell yeah, could get all cozy, bundled up and waddle around there for a bit."

🔸Fave Fictional Character🔸

to reiterate this post , he found a copy of Toy Story 4 and made fun of how Duke Caboom sounded like a chipper, Canadian version of Johnny. Then the whole 'guy who failed a stunt and got thrown in the trash because of it, is actually deeply terrified about the entire experience but still continues to be a happy dude' hit too close to home.

🔸Number of blankets they sleep with🔸 "??? People sleep with multiple blankets??"

Just one. He gets too cold even with it when he gets even sicker from the relic, so he sleeps with fuzzy socks too now. The idea of two blankets for one person never occurred to him.

🔸Random fact🔸 "Okay, I'm only gonna tell you this 'cus I'm back in Night City, and enough time has passed that no way anyone can actually get anything to stick to me... but back in Atlanta, I used to crash weddings. Not even for gigs, was just trying to avoid spending eddies on meals. It's really easy to just sneak in, especially if you wear some black cardigan, or flash a digital lanyard, or just walk really fast and with purpose. They just assume I'm part of the event organizer or one of the catering team, and let me in. Then you just act like you've been invited, grab a plate and mingle with some guests who don't look important. Was better entertainment than BDs too, hearing all the stuff about the bride and groom from different tables. Sometimes I just let slip some gossip I heard from another group to the current one I'm mingling with, and shit would hit the fan real quick, which means I get to delta nice and quiet. I wish I could stay for more of 'em, Atlanta weddings end a lot more in fist-fights than Night City ones, that's for sure."

Yeah so he might not know or realize this detail, but he most definitely was the reason those fist-fights happen and was part of the reason for the spike in divorce rate in Atlanta for a bit.

phew that was a lot of words. no pressure tagging @mail-me-a-snail @glitchinginthegarden and anyone else who'd like to join but haven't been tagged! :)

[kossamer]

"Wrong answer."

Recommended piece: Houdini - Foster the people

My first post!  - This is my new art account, nice to meet you all! This account is mainly for me to keep track of my improvement and keep my motivation up, with commissions as my long term goal :) so feel free to follow, like and share, especially if youre someone just like me so we help each other out! Please repost with credit! I will mostly be posting OCs (mainly from SWTOR, my comfort game (you should play it too)), but I might also draw other stuff I like (genshin, HSR, OW, some other anime) - I am also active on other social media accounts (where I might slip in a meme and share about my art journey) so feel free to check out my bio for links! Got questions or just want to chat? Inbox me!

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Note: Man I wish I draw quicker. Its not like its bad taking my time but each piece takes like 8-12 (disjointed) hours when it looks like it could be done in 5 hours? let me know in the comments how long an average piece should take -_- (ball park)

I havent even told anyone the detes about this character, but this bitch a Mestre Ensinador in our galaxy

[aggravateddurian]

Freerunners!! for wip game

Thanks for the ask!

Freerunners is an original speculative fiction universe devised and written by me!

Freerunners is set in our future (approx. 2470), in a galaxy where humanity fell into a dark cyberpunk age, but managed to pull itself out with the unlocking of a future among the stars. It shares a timeline with my other original speculative fiction universe, Subsurf.

The story blends elements of cyberpunk (notably: cyberware, evil corporations ruining peoples' lives, vexes: a technology similar to braindances, but more inspired by BTLs from Shadowrun, and the whole high tech, low life feel of the universe), moderately hard science fiction like The Expanse and makes concessions towards unrealistic tech like jump drives for the sake of the story.

Full detes below the cut:

The story itself follows the crew of the Independent Contractor high-endurance courier ship 'IC Isthmus' as a simple cargo mission to deliver a replacement rocket engine to a Capellan intelligence officer (Moses Marcellus Booker, who I have always imagined as being played by Idris Elba, so screw you CDPR I thought of it first!) drags them into a complicated series of interweaving and competing interests and designs between the galactic powers.

The crew of the Isthmus comes from a variety of backgrounds. Some have clear inspirations, others are completely original creations.

Captain Connor 'Truck' Pearce - a war veteran and the captain of the Isthmus. Fiercely protective of his crew, and dealing with PTSD after losing his arm during the war. He's a native of the United Arcturian Colonies.

Zoe Alvarado - a former scrapyard techie from the ass-end of the resort planet Paraiso, who learned to fly from her grandma before being recruited by Truck. Chief inspirations: Avril 'Scrap Queen' Mead (Ace Combat 7) and Judy Alvarez (Cyberpunk 2077). Citizen of Paraiso, a free planet under Arcturian protection.

Jaidyn Armas - a webcrawler (net specialist, think netrunner or decker) from Paraiso's largest city, New Emerald. She worked as a net technician in New Emerald's biggest brothel for a while. She joined Truck's crew when Truck and Zoe helped her escape a deadly situation. Jaidyn and Zoe are in a relationship. Chief Inspirations: Valerie Ocampo-Gonzalez (Cyberpunk 2077 OC). Citizen of Paraiso.

Noah 'Chief' Rodriguez - a loadmaster, and a former Warrant Officer in the United Republic Space Force. He was Truck's first crewmate, having joined him after working a stint with Truck for Transstellar Spaceways. Noah is in a relationship with Cory Morgan, another crewman. Citizen of the United Republic of Earth Colonies.

Cory Morgan - a space nomad. He's a webcrawler, or at least, has the cyberware to be a webcrawler, but his true speciality is in astrogation. When he's not keeping the FTL computer running, he's arguing with Jaidyn about nerd shit. Citizen of the Commonwealth of Capella.

Isiah Larson - a former Capellan Navy medic who joined the crew on Terra Nova. Larson is a snarky, quippy man, who uses humour to put people at ease, a talent he picked up during the Capellan war with the Star Rakers, a large nation of pirate space nomads.

Slate - Slate is... Slate. She's a 6'7" beast, equipped with state of the art combat cyberware and has been bioengineered for peak physical performance. She is known for her husky, monotone voice, and her freakish combat performance. Only Truck could accidentally recruit a supersoldier. There's one problem, she can't explain how she got the way she was, or even who she is, because her memories are sealed behind some kind of neural lock technology. Isiah believes that she might be a corporate weapons experiment, given much of her cyberware is produced by Kagiyama-Soryu.

Chapter 1 'Disengage' is finished, but is stuck in editing hell. Chapter 2 'Replacement Parts' is about 10% finished. I'll be posting these soon.

All things Freerunners can be found on by sideblog @durianwritesoriginalfic, or by following the original setting: freerunners tag.

[nexvius]

Detective Conan Oc

A quiet creak from the old wooden floorboards of the stairs rang out in the stillness of the night. the smell of old cedar wood and oil paint from the old paintings that adorned the wall...

Minoru Takagi is a disabled (has one arm) antique Shop Wonder, who is also the father from Wataru Takagi.

[growingeclipse]

Tomorrow I need to post detes on my ratgirl OC

[ruvviks]

failure, ghost and monster for vincent, cato and eddie 👀👀

oc asks!

FAILURE: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?

to cato herself, her greatest failure is not realizing one of her squadmates was betraying kang tao. she still believes she should've seen it somehow because then kang tao wouldn't have had to hunt her and the rest of the squad down at all; to her it feels like she let down the rest of her squad, her friends, and they're all most likely dead now because of it

she hasn't been able to let go of any of it yet and mostly doesn't talk to people about any of it either, not wanting to bother them with it. she does eventually end up asking vitali for more help, which he of course is more than willing to do

GHOST: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

cato is still haunted by her old squadmates from kang tao and it will probably take another while before she will be able to let them go. she still often finds herself thinking of a funny remark to say in response to something that one of them would've liked, or ends up buying lunch for herself and one of her squadmates completely on autopilot when in the store. it's been years at this point but because she's never allowed herself to fully work through any of it, they're still a pretty big part of her life even when she doesn't fully realize this herself

MONSTER: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it?

cato is not monstrous in any way. her alignment with kang tao could be seen as monstrous by some but all she ever wanted to do was to be able to provide security to people who needed it; nothing more, nothing less

FAILURE: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?

eddie doesn't really have any big failures in his life. some people could say that his failed marriage is one, but to eddie it's not necessarily all that failed since they're still on speaking terms with their ex and they have shared custody of their daughter

GHOST: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

eddie isn't much of an overthinker but his way into the mercenary life is still something that haunts him a little bit. i still haven't gotten the detes of the situation down entirely but he had never killed anyone before that and then suddenly found himself with a dead body at his feet and while he acted entirely out of self defense and it was unavoidable, he can't get it out of his head

MONSTER: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it?

eddie is also not monstrous at all they're a sweetheart <3

FAILURE: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?

to vincent, his greatest failure is allowing t-bug and jackie to die. he still blames himself for their deaths and feels like it could've all been so easily prevented and he will never stop beating himself up for it

he also sees him losing contact with his siblings as a failure because he misses them a lot :( he wouldn't know how to get back in touch with them and thus hasn't done that yet, but there's something i got planned for the timeline that will get him back with his family soon enough >:^)

GHOST: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

vincent is still haunted by the memories of t-bug and jackie, but he's also haunted by johnny in a way. he still has the man's voice in his head, and it's definitely not johnny anymore but it feels like it's him to vincent. his friends would definitely be aware of that but it's very difficult to talk to him about it because he doesn't want to hear about the possibility of it not being johnny; he's scared of the voice going away and the silence in his head can be so overwhelming at times

MONSTER: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it?

vincent often thinks of himself as a monster because of several of his friends being dead and he blames himself for it, but really he is a little guy. look at him. that's not a monster that's a sweet little angel boy with crippling anxiety. he needs a nap

[michetm]

oc sketches from twitter!! messing around with a custom brush on csp :P

[nyoxt-was-here]

Emoji ask for Ram the Man! If you like of course, not obligated to. I want to read the juicy detes! 😨 FEARFUL,🍰 CAKE SLICE, 🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL, 🔫 PISTOL. Feel free to answer these however you like! And pick and choose whatever you prefer to answer the best! Thanks for the many asks before, it's so much fun to share oc stuff with others! Have fun~!

Yeeeee, thx a lot for the ask! :3

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"? When he was a kid he used to run away and hide from things that scared him. Or completely freeze if escape was impossible. In adult life he's hard to scare and prone to "fight" response. But some situations still can cause him to freeze or become unresponsive.

🍰 CAKE SLICE - favorite cake flavor? are they specific about types of cakes? Every cake flavor! He is probably oblivious to the fact that cakes have "types" and just enjoy whatever is offered or sparks his interest.

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people? Ram is literally terrified of showing others(and himself tbh) his anger. And he's got a loooot of it pent up. Duncan is an exception though, because Ram knows that Duncan is not afraid of him and won't think of him less for a bunch of harsh words or a heated argument. In the same manner Ram is afraid to show others his violent side. That's partly the reason he build Beartrap- to try and relocate his violent impulses into the machine. (but since I love the trope of "local sunshine is enraged, deranged and covered in blood" too much, you can be sure that situations where he lost it and teared someone into shreds- happened >:]

🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum? He's been backstabbed a number of times! Most painful betrayal was by his parents, and the most impactful one was by a friend who got him into some corporate mess and ended with him in prison. So yeah ✨trust issues✨ And since Ram is perfect at hiding his true feelings- he usually pretends to trust someone completely but internally he's prepared for the worst outcomes. But once his trust is genuinely earned- he is infinitely loyal and it is almost impossible to convince him to betray that person.

[dromswell]

portraits r fun (especially in sai)