#they’re my two aquatic ocs as well

[dooxliss]

🥺🥺🥺

they look amazing, tysm! :]

oc of your choice + 3b?

Couldn't choose just one so I did two of your ocs, Artem and Ameyalli! This was fun, thx, hope you like!

[worldruins]

Meet the Remnant, my "slugcat" oc. Because I have no sense of moderation, it has an entire campaign loosely mocked up in my head- I don't have the modding ability or time to make anything of it but I enjoy thinking about it! The two iterators on the sheet are the central npcs of the campaign.

Remnant is larger, more aquatic, and faster on all fours than a slugcat. It struggles to use the same tools, carries items in its mouth, and can eat batnip and bubble weed. And, though it doesn’t know it, it is one of the last four of its kind left.

More about the campaign below VVV

BONUS: Remnant obviously resembles a slugcat, and they are sort of a slugcat ancestor! The genomes of the pipe slugs slugcats evolved from had remnant DNA as well as the simple tool-worm base that ancients used for many creatures. The blueprints were present in the modified organisms, and over several generations and mutations began to express themselves once more. Anyway…

To start, the Remnant is living with their family in an idyllic natural landscape much like survivor and monk at the beginning of their campaigns. The incident kickstarting their journey would be them wandering off from their kin and- gameplay starts here- getting lured off by something interesting, before the wall closes quickly behind them and the player realizes they have been trapped. They find themselves in a crate lined with wet plant matter, which gets shaken and turned around for a bit before settling down. It continues with a gentler rattling and remnant is clearly being taken somewhere, but the game acts like you're in a den and, once you've eaten the food set out for you in there, you sleep.

You are woken when the train carrying you crashes. You are able to escape and wind up in a light drizzle. Numerous overseers, some purple and others seafoam green, follow you around. The artificial, dilapidated surroundings are alien to the remnant.

During the first cycle an overseer will direct you to the nearest den, but you don’t have a rain timer until the first time you hibernate. You’ve never experienced rain like this before, after all.

The fact is that the remnant and their family are primal fauna, from the old world before bioengineering and iterators. They have spent their whole lives in a carefully controlled environment, maintained at first by ancients and then the systems the ancients left behind. The mass ascension happened, and nobody really knew what to do with these creatures- depending on the species, animals in captivity were generally released to fend for themselves or set for years of being maintained by machines scheduled in advanced, automated to care for them.

Remnant is taken when the iterator Ink Stained Palms orders a specimen of one relatively hardy species to study and potentially have the rest delivered to their regions. Something goes wrong- their delivery is sabotaged by their semi-active former senior, Calls To Stony Skies. And out Remnant goes into an alien land, with each of the two rival iterators trying to lure or force it to go to them.

This generally takes the form of projections like Iggy uses to get the slugcats to Moon, though it’s two different kinds of overseer guiding you in opposite directions at the same time. There may also be introduced environmental hazards- some of the chases in Little Nightmares come to mind- to corral you toward wherever the iterator causing it wants you to go.

ISP was the one who was getting the remnant delivered to her facility. They’re a bioengineer interested in long-term ecosystem restoration. It’s come to believe there’s a natural ‘balance’ to the world that could, in time, let living things leave the cycle of their own accord if it was realigned properly.

CTSS is in a condition not unlike spearmaster moon, though his decline has been steadier and over a longer period of time. They’ve been replaced by another iterator as group senior, and derailed your journey in the hopes of using a rare animal as collateral to get ISP’s help. Watching the remnant’s struggle to survive, however, he ends up very attached to it and can’t bring himself to kill it as he originally planned to.

Though they might want to, CTSS can’t save the remnant from a more insidious fate. The air, the soil, the water itself is toxic to you, whose kind has lived countless generations shielded from the heavy metal byproducts of industry and the artificial metabolisms of those great boxes in the sky. Ascension is an option, but so is going to ISP, whose body itself possesses a complex with artificial environments much like the one you began in. It can’t protect the remnant fully, but it can offer them a longer life. There are multiple endings to the campaign, based on the order you visit the iterators in.

If you read all this thank you so much and feel free to send questions!! About my little guys.

[rui-drawsbox]

Okay obligatory DnD person as per the Dungon Meshi post(dnd/fantasy au + our life is amazing and I love it) but also I just wanted to say that there is a subclass of elves in dnd called aquatic elves that are kind of a happy mix between a mermaid and a, well, normal elf. I stick more towards spooky rather than nautical campaigns myself, so I’m not too familiar, but if I remember correctly they’re amphibious but with two legs rather than full mermaid.

Also obviously please ignore if you have different ideas but based off of what people have written about battle roles I could absolutely see some subclasses for the four!

Derek I could absolutely see as a Paladin(subclass possibly being oath of devotion or glory) basically the more defensive tank guys bound by an oath they make to themselves or someone important to them, which gives them a little spellcasting as well as actual auras that buff their allies later on.

Baxter I could see being a Bard (College of Swords), or what I kind of think of as a sort of battledancer. It would be a little less of a full spellcaster, but you can do special flourishes when fighting with a rapier which I always imagine as pseudo-dancing, plus he’d still get all the flashy bard spells. And to top it off, Bards actually use their charm(charisma stat) to cast spells which just screams Baxter to me.

Cove is a little harder but if you were going with him having a fish/animal companion while still being a melee fighter a Ranger(Beastmaster or Swarmkeeper) would be a good fit IMO, obviously with the Cove Creater he’s harder to pin than Baxter or Derek, but Ranger is pretty flexible. You basically get to choose a companion that’s from the land, air, or sea; and they can help you out in battle and follow you around, or as Swarmkeeper he could have his swarm be a school of fish.

Ruri is obviously a bit harder because you know your OC best, but if you really wanted to lean into more into the familiar/animal buddy route. Druid(circle of the shepherd) is always a fun choice! It’s kind of like the more spellcaster version of rangers’ Swarmkeeper where you can summon a lot of critters while still having some super strong elemental spells.

But anyway! I hope this wasn’t too long, I saw some (kinda) DnD our life content and I couldn’t resist! But thank you again for the adorable art of the main boys(and your lovely OC!) in a fantasy setting!

Second ask from dnd anon:

Oh! DnD anon part two!

But basically the theoretical party composition would look like:

Derek = Tank/Damage

Cove = Weapon Damage/Companion(s)

Baxter = Spells/Weapon Damage

and Ruri = Healing/Spells.

Also one last note about Druid is while druids have a lot of elemental spells (create water, spike growth, etc.), they also have the ability to do something called wildshape, where they can shapeshift into an animal for either out of battle(wildshape into a mouse to get under the crack in a door, then returning to normal and unlocking it) or battle (at later levels imagine fighting a spellcasting bear or even dragon) but also has more silly implications like wild shaping into a songbird to sing with Baxter, or a cat or sloth to ride on Cove’s shoulder.

got these asks a few days ago but i let them marinate in my brain hope you dont mind anon KJDSAUH

anyways AQUATIC ELF THATS PERFECT i tried to stick to what i knew about dumenshi rules in that post but for my first fantasy AU ideas i was going to do Cove a half mermaid (Cliff human x mermaid Kyra or elf Kyra [shes just so pretty its insane] x mermaid Cliff) that lived in a house right on the beach lmao, im happy that actually makes sense somewhere in dnd

i tried to look at the aquatic elves wiki from the forgotten realms fandom and omg so much text in the main page

also paladin Derek canon‼‼ imagine he does his oath to his brothers right after something dangerous happens to them when they were kids (im not saying his parents should die but im not saying they shouldnt--)

and bam!! tragic backstory 10x worse than his canon that is already bad enough :DD (try to make him feel less responsable now i wanna see that)

baxter turn rn. DO YOU THINK HE WOULD PLAY VIOLIN? I WANNA SEE THAT (<-this person didnt thought about drawing him with an instrument until it was time to write her thoughts) anyway it would def be a fancy instrument, daddy and mommy wanted to keep appearances i bet

one his spells makes his sword and moves shine and when hes under the sun his enemies become fucking blind

everything about him screams I HAVE MONEY but everytime people try to rob him he just rolls a nat20 in persuasion and they end up giving him money

and omg just imagine Cove's school of fish are all his pet fishes from the game JGASDFJK

im also. not discussing roles when the most i know about dnd is bg3 and i just finished 2 playthroughs. if you say ruri is a druid she's a druid, she makes super artsy flower fields and decorates every tree she sees with organical paint or smth jkfhds

Ruri's forest has a tree that connects with the ocean and they both just hangout sometimes (as if theyre not together 60% of the time already)

DRUID RURI THAT LIKES TO BRAID COVE'S HAIR WITH LITTLE POPPIES‼‼‼

MERMAID COVE THAT LETS RURI (otter form!!) RIDE HIS BACK WHILE HE SWIMS‼‼‼‼

mermaid cove humming a song and ruri falling to the river in trance/j

anyways anon i agree with everything tbh, there's so many ways to do a fantasy AU and i adore the dnd version (id kill for a dnd group or smth in my city)

i also have another fantasy au more vanilla but not-really. basically isekai baxter LMAO mostly an excuse to make ruri and baxter being domestic but before baxter developed any real domestic skill JHASFD

[artemis1214]

'The Little Siren', The Little Mermaid AU

Alright, you asked, I delivered. Here is Chapter One of 'The Little Siren' 🧜🏼‍♀️

Inspired by @fanfictionreader0307 AU of Esme and Alastor

Also, feel free to add to this or continue this AU with your own ideas. I love it when readers take Esme in different directions. 💗

If you would like more AUs within Esme's story, please check out my AU book on Wattpad. 🥰

'The Little Siren' Hazbin Hotel OC AU

Warnings: Light cursing, cheesy disney, oc x canon pairing

Deep within the seas of the Gulf of Mexico, lay a hidden city of wonder full of shimmering seas, harps, and music. The seven seas were ruled by numerous different leaders, each possessing a specific power to gain control of their own territory. This particular gulf, warmed by the southern sun, was ruled by the Voxtek, a group of aquatic creatures with abilities envied by the surrounding fish. The seas and the land never mixed, with those beneath the surface fearing those walking on land, and those bipedal humans wondering about the hidden mysteries of the world below. 

There was one in particular who was constantly drawn to the unknown, a free spirit named Esme, the siren daughter of Vox the ruler of the sixth sea. As she was next in line to the monarchy, she was protected by most of the fish. Not that she needed it of course, with her voice emitting a hypnotic siren’s call that could easily warp the minds of those around her. But she never used it. She wasn’t like the other aquatic demons of her sea, finding the outside world to be fascinating and wanting to know more about this world. The world that she could hear from the waters, their songs and music. She longed to feel the warmth of the sun on her scales, to be able to lay in the sand and be amongst them in their luxurious parties. She would watch them from afar, seeing how several of them danced along the sand with multicolored beads around their necks and drinks in their hands. She wondered what their lives were like. 

She often explored the waters of her father’s land, scoring several treasurers from nearby shipwrecks and storing them in her hideout for safekeeping. She would swim there often, relaxing and imagining what it would be like to be in their company. They couldn’t all be as bad as the stories her father told her, could they?

Angel, a fellow merperson and her most trusted companion swam alongside her as he explored her finds, “Just imagine the parties we could have with this stuff here. With all the music they’re makin’ I-” 

“Music?!” Esme perks up from her rock, her fins standing up at attention on the side of her head, “The concert! Oh my goodness, he’s going to kill me!” She quickly swam up and took Angel by the hand, “We have to go!” 

The two swam off back to the headquarters, where she would surely be reprimanded for missing her father’s affair. It was a special one, where she was to be introduced as second in command for the throne. A siren performing a concert to remember and keeping all of their society in check under her control. 

~ Small Time Skippy ~ 

“I just don’t know what we are going to do with you!” Vox scolded her, 

“Daddy, I’m sorry, I just forgot! I-” 

“As a result of your careless behavior I-” 

“It was completely carelesssss and recklesssss!” Her father’s assistant, Pentious added from his side. He was assigned to aid Vox in his responsibilities, although he often failed even the most simple of tasks. 

“The entire celebration wa-” 

“Well, it wass ruined! That’s all! Completely destroyed! This was the pinnacle of my distinguissssshed career. And now I-” 

Angel was listening from afar, frantically shaking his head in frustration until he couldn’t take it anymore and swam over, “Yeah, well, it wasn’t her fault!” He shouted, something out of character from him, as he too was partly owned by her father’s monarchy. 

The ruler scowled at him. 

“Uhhh ya know…first there was a shark that chased us and we ran, and then the seagull was l-” 

Vox rolled his eyes and rested against his throne until his mind clicked and he sat up straight, “Seagull?” He announced, standing up, making Angel swim away and hide behind Esme, who shot him a nasty glare. 

“You went up to the surface again, didn’t you? Didn’t you!?”

“Well, nothing happened…” 

“Esme, how many times are we gonna talk about this? You could have been seen by one of those barbaric humans!”

Esme’s fins fluttered on her head, expressing annoyance, “They’re not barbarians!” 

“They are dangerous! Do you think I want to see my only child, the next in line of this throne, end up on the tip of some fisherman’s hook?!” He grabs her by the shoulders, but she wiggles free of his grasp, 

“Oh, for heavens sake, I’m 27 years old. I’m an adult! I’m not a child anymore.” 

“Don’t you raise your voice to me! As long as you live under this sea, you will follow my rules like everyone else!” 

Esme rolls her eyes and waves her arms in the water desperately, “If you would just rela-” 

“Shut the hell up!” He yells, “You are not to go to the surface again, do understand?! Never!” 

Her eyes glow brightly in frustration and she swims off as not to show any sign of weakness. Her father slumps back down into his chair, Pentious slithering up against the arm, “Hmphm, daughters, they think they know everything. If you give them the ability, they’ll swim all over you.” 

“Do you think I was too harsh?” 

“Definitely not ssssir! Why, if Esme was my daughter, I’d show her who was bosssss! No more surface nonsense, no sir I’d keep her under tight control.” 

An idea sparks. 

“You’re absolutely right, Pen.” 

“Of coursssse!” 

“Esme needs constant supervision.” 

“Constant.” 

“Someone to watch over her, keep her in line.” 

Pentious nods obliviously, “All the time.” 

“And YOU, are just the snake to do it!” 

~ Small Time Skip ~ 

“How do I get dragged into thisss? I should be making symphoniessss!” Pen grumbled to himself as he slithered through the castle in a huff, “Not chasing after some headstrong woman!” He hears a whoosh of water and turns his head to the sound, noticing Esme and Angel mumbling to one another before swimming off. “What is this one up to?” 

He took off after them, eventually following them back to their secret hideout. As he made his way inside, his eyes sparkled as they landed on several artifacts throughout the enclosure. The sight of gems, oil paintings, and books tucked away in the rocky walls. 

“Es, are you okay?” Angel asks, curling up next to her. 

“If only he could understand…” She begins, “I just don’t see things the way he does….I don’t see how a world that makes such wonderful things…could be so bad?” 

Look at this stuff, isn’t it neat? 

Wouldn’t you think my collection’s complete?

Wouldn’t you think I’m the girl, 

The girl who has everything…

She spins around in the water, her dark blue hair circling around her in a lively bounce as her eyes dance across the glittery walls. 

Look at this trove, 

Treasures untold, 

How many wonders can one cavern hold? 

Lookin’ around here you’d think…

Sure, she’s got everything…

She swims up and grabs some dangling pocket watches, bringing them to her face for inspection. 

I’ve got gadgets and gizmos aplenty, 

I’ve got whozits and whatzits galore…

She swims over to Angel and presents him with several old records that she’s recovered from the sea, 

You want thingamabobs? 

I got 20, 

She puts them down on a nearby table, 

But who cares, 

No big deal, 

I want more….

I wanna be, 

Where the people are, 

I wanna see, 

Wanna see ‘em dancin’ 

Walkin’ around on those…

She turns to Angel, 

What do ya call ‘em?

Oh, feet. 

She swims around happily, spinning around with him as she continues, 

Flipping your fins, you don’t get too far…

Legs are required for jumpin’, dancin’ 

Strollin’ along down the…

What’s that word again? 

Streeett~ 

Up where they walk, 

Up where they run, 

Where they stay all day in the sunn, 

Wonderin’ free, 

Wish I could be, 

Part of that woorldd~ 

What would I give if I could live out of these waterss, 

What would I pay to spend a day warm on the saandd~ 

Angel snuggles into the sand next to her, smiling brightly at her enthusiasm. She pouts and rests her jaw on her webbed hand, 

Betcha on land, 

They understand, 

That they don’t reprimand their daughters, 

Bright young women, 

Sick of swimmin’, 

Ready to staaannndd~ 

And ready to know what the people know, 

Ask them my questions and get some answers, 

Pen struggles to get past a row of bottles, but he rolls back on them in vain. 

What’s a fire and why does it, 

What’s the word? 

Buuurrnnn~ 

When’s it my turn? 

Wouldn’t I love? 

She swims up towards the surface, but not quite breaking it, 

Love to explore that world up above…..

Out of the sea, 

Wish I could be….

Part of that…

World….

Pen falls off of a pile of her treasures, causing a loud crash followed by an avalanche of things. “Penny!” Esme shouts, swimming over. 

“Esme, what are- what is all thisss?” 

“It’s my um….my collection..” She shrugs with a smile. 

“Oooh…I ssssee….your collection..” He smiles, “IF YOUR FATHER KNEW ABOUT THIS PL-” 

“You’re not gonna snitch, are ya?!” Angel rushes over. 

Esme swims over, “Oh, please Pen, he’d never understand.” 

“Esssmeralda, you’re under a lot of pressure down here….come with me, I’ll take you home and get some nice warm to dri-” 

The sea becomes dark with something covering the surface, causing Esme to look up with confusion, “What do you suppose…” She swims up towards it. 

“Esme? ESME!” 

She, against all her orders, swims to the surface and peers her head out. Her emerald eyes land on a large ship, glowing brightly at the sight with her admiration. There were fireworks that lit up the sky and lively music softly singing in the distance, layered with laughter. 

Angel and Pen appear next to her. 

“Young lady, what are yo- jumpin’ jellyfish!” 

Esme takes off after the ship, her large tail breaking the water and pushing her forward, 

“Esme? Esme, come back - please!” She swims towards it and hooks her hands on the side of the ship, pulling herself out and peering in on the side. Multiple humans danced along to the lively music, several with drinks in their hands, appearing to be having a grand old time. Esme’s eyes scanned across their bodies, noting the jewels that bounced off of the women’s bodies and the feathers in their hair. 

She ran her own hand through her wet curls, tilting her head. 

They didn’t look like seagulls. 

In the mix of the people’s legs, a small cat ran across the ship, rubbing its body against the sailors. It purrs and meowed softly until it sensed something nearby and its tail puffs up. It explored the area until it made its way toward the small window Esme was hiding by. 

She gasps and pulls back, only to turn to see a small black and white cat nuzzle its head against her face, purring. 

“KeeKee, come kitty!” A soft voice called out, causing the feline to run away, through the feet of a tall gentleman and into the arms of a nearby child. 

Esme’s eyes pan up to see a tall man dancing lively with a shorter woman, the two clearly enjoying the beat of the music. Her eyes widen as she lands on his face, noting the warmth of his skin and the soft wave of his chocolate curls. 

Her eyes glow faintly. 

“Charlie, if you insist on bringing your cat on to a Mardi Gras boat, the least you can do is watch her.” He snickered with a smirk, pulling his dance partner back. 

The young girl giggled and held her kitten close, “Little KeeKee won’t be a trouble, honest!” She chirped, looking up at him with big blue eyes. 

He hummed and turned to his dance partner, “Darling, please excuse me for a moment…” He walks off to get himself a drink, unaware of the two glowing eyes following his every move. 

“Hey there, sweetcheeks!” Angel laughs, pulling himself up beside her, “Quite a show, huh?” 

“Angel, be quiet, they’ll hear you!” 

“I gotcha….” He chuckles, hanging low by her, “We are hangin’ low - we’re out to discover!” 

She gasps and covers his mouth with her hand, shaking her head and turning her attention back to the mysterious gentleman. 

“I’ve never seen a human this close before…” She begins, watching as he sits down by the piano and joins in with the music, “He’s very handsome, isn’t he?” 

Angel’s eyes narrow and he tilts his head, landing on the cat walking about, “I don’t know, he looks kind of hairy to me…” 

Esme laughs, “Not that one! The one playing the snarfblatt.” 

As time progresses, he is eventually approached by a tall woman with short blonde hair. She’s wearing a luscious dark purple gown and smiles at him as she talks, heading him a small box, “So, Alasta, I was hopin’ this would be a wedding present, but I supposed I could give it to you for your birthday since you’re getting old and whatnot.” 

He opens it, his eyes landing on a small red monocle, a change to his wardrobe. “It is lovely, my dear, thank you.” 

“Woulda looked better with a nice suit in a church but ya know…” 

“Come on, Rosie, don’t start with me.” He laughs, walking to the side of the ship, “I invited you to this celebration to welcome you to the town, not pester me.” 

“Alasta, you’re 32 years old! Don’t you think it’s time you settle down with a nice gal?” 

He laughs and sits on the side of the ship, just inches above Esme’s hiding spot, “I’m sure if love is to find me, it will on its own. I don’t believe in such silly things, why bother consuming myself with stress?” 

“I suppose it'll just hit you?” She jokes. 

“Like lightning.” He winks, soon cut off by the crash of thunder followed by several strong winds. 

Within seconds, the ship is taken over by powerful winds and waves, pushing most of those on top of it overboard forced to scamper into lifeboats. Within a boat, the young girl Esme was eyeing earlier looked up with frightened eyes, “KeeKee!” She calls out. 

Esme turns her attention back to the boat, where the small cat is shaking in fear, surrounded by flames. 

“It’s just a cat, Charlie, come on.” The man insisted, holding her from jumping from the lifeboat, 

“Alastor, please, my kitty!” 

He rolls his eyes. “Your mother would never let me hear the end of this.” He paddles towards the boat, climbing on the side of it and throwing the cat overboard. The feline struggles to swim in the strong waters, sinking but soon supported by Esme who gives her a little nudge. 

As Charlie reaches over the lifeboat, her eyes catch the shimmer of a bright tail passing by, “Woah…” She whispers. 

There’s soon a large boom and Esme looks up from underneath the water to see the debris of the ship cascading around her under the sea. She gasps and swims about, looking for the man, who she finds sinking. She wraps her arms around him and struggles to pull him back to the shore, poking her head out and making sure to keep his face above water as she uses her tail to paddle them to safety. 

The sun pokes out through the clouds, bringing light to the shore where Esme drags the poor soul to safety, still unconscious. “Argh!” She places him on the sand, collapsing next to him and taking a few deep breaths before crawling on top of him, “Is he dead?” She asks Angel who is also cautiously nearby. 

“It’s hard to say…” He lays his ear on his foot, “Oh…I can’t make out a heartbeat.” 

“No, look! He’s breathing!” She moves a stray curl away from his face, “He’s so beautiful…” She turns his face to hers to have a better look at him. His chest rises and falls with peaceful breaths, drifting in and out of consciousness. 

What would I give to live where you are? 

What would I pay to stay here beside you? 

What would I do to see you smiling at me?

Angel smiles and wiggles his eyebrows, backing up into the water to give the two some space.. Meanwhile, Pen emerges from the water, groaning as he looks up and sees the scene unfolding before him. He lunges to stop her, but Angel pulls him back. 

Where would we walk? 

Where would we run? 

If we could stay all day in the sunn~ 

Her eyes glow brightly as she tries to wake him from his state, her voice shifting into a haunting melody as her scales shine brightly from her every word. 

Just you and me….

He stirs. 

And I could be…

He feels a warm yet damp hand on his face and his eyes struggle to open, seeing a faint outline of a woman in the sunlight. He can hear her soft singing, but her words make his mind feel fuzzy and light. 

Part of your world~

Esme gasps when she hears the rapid footsteps of humans drawing near, turning and diving back into the water before they arrive. 

“Alastor!” A small voice calls out, followed by an older woman’s voice, “Al?!” The small girl races over, throwing herself on top of him with a big smile, “Found you!” She cheers, turning back to the water to see the end of Esme’s tail dive into the water, “Mermaid!”

She’s ignored.

He’s soon joined by his companions, helping him to stand up as he staggers to the sea, “A girl….there was a girl..she saved me..” He shakes his head, “Her voice was heavenly…” 

“Oh, Alasta, you must’ve hit ya head on your way to shore. Come on, let’s go home.” The woman guides him away, turning her head back to look at the small girl who was exploring the water with her kitten tucked safely in her arms, “Come, Charlie! Your parents will worry!” 

She turns and runs after them. 

Further away, Esme hides behind a sea rock as Pen yaps on and on about his orders, “We must forget this ever happened. Your father will never know…” He looks to Angel, “You won’t tell him, I won’t tell him. I will stay in one piece.” 

She begins to climb on the sea rock, keeping Alastor in her gaze with a sense of belonging and determination. 

I don’t know when, 

I don’t know how, 

But I know something’s starting right now….

She leans her body to the side, her long dark curls cascading down her shoulder, 

Watch and you’ll see…

Someday I’ll be…

Part Of Your World 🎶

🖤Words: 3133 🖤

~ Artemis 🦌💗

[sknmannn]

Splatoon oc shiz again~

Just putting it out here, all of my OCs are off different sub species of inklings/octolings inspired by real species!

Gyaru and Ane

The sisters are of a firefly squid x spear squid mix. They do in fact have glow marks only visible at night as well as having more pointy longer and narrower ears than a normal inkling would.

Their squid form looks normal…except the fact that their mantles are elongated making them look larger and narrower than standard.

Juuni

He’s an albino california two-spot octopus. While it is visible that he’s albino with his eye mask being white due to lack of melanin, the two spots are located on his upper back as tattoos shaped like eyes.

His octopus form is also pretty normal, only thing that’s different is that he’s pretty much white and the spots are visible on each side of his head.

Tag

He’s a coconut octopus. His tentacles are relatively curly, even his sideburns are curled up. Though he’s currently rocking the dreadlocks so you don’t get to see his curly tentacles in full glory :(

BUT, his octopus form does show his curly tentacles in full glory so that’s a plus!

Natsu

He’s a blue-ringed octopus. The tip of his tentacles have a slight blu-ish tint to it, along with a more blu-ish tint on the rings/spots on the tentacles.

However when aggressive, Natsu’s tentacles take on a more bright and vibrant blue, his iris will take be visible from a white/transparent to a blue-to-yellow gradient.

His fingertips will also have a blue gradient to it with faint blue veins running through his arms and neck. Not to worry though, Natsu’s relatively docile even though his ass is supposed to eat his damn mandatory suppressing medication that neutralises his venom in his saliva and weakening his muscles and aggressive thoughts

(A HC of mine where species of a venomous and/or aggressive nature are given mandatory suppressants to protect the rest of the citizens of the Splatoon world)

Natsu’s octopus form would just be the standard octo aquatic form but with blue tints to his tentacles and rings.

(WOW THAT IS A LOT OF THE WORD “BLUE” )

Ryōmen and his brothers

Ever wonder why the Yakumans are so fucking huge when you saw the height chart on my other posts? Well here’s your answer: they’re Humbolt squids.

Other than the massive size, they have razor sharp teeth as well as small tiny teeth inside of their suction cups.

Like Natsu, they were supposed to eat medication but them running a family-owned gang and them curating a hidden black market where other Inkopolis citizens can eat…y’know—“premium” fish/squid/octopus meat means that the brothers clearly did not even touch even one pill.

As humbolts, they do in fact eat those “premium” meat and even occasionally meat of other humboldt inklings, in order to maintain their body strength.

(HC part 2, difference between the suppressants venomous species eat vs the ones aggressive/strong species eat is: VS suppressants mainly neutralise the venom mostly and AS suppressants are drowsy and weaken the muscles greatly.)

Their squid form is your standard squid form but WAY bigger, but smaller than kraken size and their suction cups still have those teeth.

Enperry and Emin

They’re both completely the same as Gyaru & Ane.

And if you guys haven’t noticed it yet, the Maguro sisters are in fact the same people as the Kumonryu brothers. They’re just crossdressing as male idols to hide their identity for safety purposes.

Gyaru=Enperry

Emin=Ane

That’s all the OC notes I have (for now), thanks so much if you read all of it <333

[blobfishious]

Blob’s Lore Corner: Electronians

Giant wall of summarized OC universe lore under the cut. Enjoy!!!

Real life context: Being one of my oldest races, they were originally depicted as inhabiting tv-head style robot bodies, causing the originally temporary name of “Electronians”. Many things will be simplified for the sake of convenience.

Electronians are one of the oldest known races in the universe, developing eleven billion four hundred ninety-three million years before the anchor year of 2109. They began as small sea creatures, however due to their nature they quickly overtook the oceans and the rest of their home planet. Their physiology varies greatly due to impacts of their environments*. Kind of like different dog breeds all still being dogs. They’re usually pink, red, or purple in coloration overall, however green hair and eyes are possible (similar to gingers) and rarest blue eyes appear in a very specific sub group.

*They reproduce parasitically, using other animals as hosts. Their young hijack the nervous system of the hosts with the purpose of accessing their senses to collect information. When they were fish, their young would mimic the creatures they observed in this period, as well as retaining traits directly from the host and from previous generations. This allowed easy infiltration of schools. All Electronians have an innate ability to tell when a creature is an Electronian. Some traits gained from one host linger throughout later generations, for example all non-aquatic electronians have the ability to transform their respiratory system to allow them to breathe underwater, such as lungs being converted to a swim bladder. Not all traits of hosts are kept, especially once they advanced past Just Being Fish.

Over time and through for the fun of it sci fi logic, they developed three types of abilities. In order of commonality and purpose within their original habitat: Shapeshifters (shifters) are capable of changes ranging from simply changing color to complete free shape shifting(limited by mass conservation), partially related to genetics but overall being a skill that has to be improved over time. This allowed for camouflage, as well as easier infiltration. Second are those with any form of telekinesis, there’s no real explanation, I just thought it was cool. Rarest are Seers, who are able to telepathically communicate with any other Seer(s). Their connections-Mental Links- are like a phone call: one initiates the connection and the other must “pick up the phone”. They can share things such as memory, active senses, thoughts, ect. When a connection is active, an eye of each of the participants changes to the color of the other. Before The Web Of Seers, the most links maintained at once was 8! Some smaller forms of these abilities are available to all members of specific sub groups. Some mutations of these abilities have appeared, such as Gauthier’s unlimited production of bone and keratin as an offshoot of shapeshifting.

This leads in to Electronian History. Their home planet also had two intelligent species- one more technologically advanced, and the other like a spore tribal stage. A member of the latter once ate a host, causing the baby to attempt and succeed in transferring hosts, unlocking the possibility of breaching these new races. One war and complete assimilation later they replaced the tribal species and slowly worked to do the same to the more advanced one, eventually succeeding. They gained a new host species in a livestock species, space faring technology, as well as an early form of microscopic robots used to repair the body, allowing conditional immortality. As they began to leave their home planet, a group came forward to lead and join all Electronians as they entered the unknown. One of these members was Keqsofos, who’s shapeshifting mutation allowed him to manipulate the bodies of other organic life, an ability that grew with time.

Over time, for various reasons this group slowly dwindled in numbers until the only person leading this expansion was Keqsofos**. He utilized shapeshifting to change in small ways when addressing specific groups as to be more relatable, and maintained a persona of a powerful yet grounded leader (aided by propaganda of course). He pushed for a constant expansion throughout their galaxy, and for mutants such as himself to be placed in higher standing. People were encouraged to hand over their children with these mutated abilities, however the majority went undetected and as an already rare phenomenon were very few and far between.

Up to, 2109 7 “Leaders” were surrendered to Keqsofos, the first being Miss, who he attempted to raise utilizing her skills in his first attempt at making a living weapon, however he gave up on her, abandoning her in her home planet. The second was Gauthier, who he chucked at the millitary and said “raise this kid to be your leader!” Third was Nyoma, then Elorey, Keqsofos’ son Armodeus, Aeron, and finally Maylee. Their reputations all proceeded them (sans Maylee he’s like 7) as (for some) billions of years of propaganda meant to make them these powerful Leaders shifted their public image greatly.

As they spread throughout the galaxy, Keqsofos felt his influence lessen. Being 11.3 BILLION years old at this point, a bit off his rocker and desperate to maintain power, he enlisted Elorey- who had become a very well known engineer- to lead the production of ships that acted as artificial planets, large enough to house their entire population of 85.8 billion. Keqsofos announced an end to their conquest, Gauthier retired, and he introduced this solution to a problem only he had. To his surprise, people weren’t very keen on uprooting their lives, some of which whose family and culture had existed for eons. Gauthier refused to call his armies to assist, so Keqsofos had his personal forces give people the option to either leave to live on the artificial planets, or to die. Roughly 39 billion people were “lost” in the transition, and many children were left orphaned as Keqsofos ordered no child to be harmed (father of the year).

MThis created what was known as The Orphan Planets, Valdell and Domici. All children left orphaned were homes on these planets and cared for by Nyoma and her assistants (largely androids at this period), which is how she gained the standing as The Mother to All. Over time, they became just another set of artificial planets. The rest of the planets put into use are Eadino with a population of ~8.2 billion***, Unasee (the largest and most complex as well as home of Keqsofos) with 7.4 bil, and Seserive (the largest water %) with 6.75 bil.

After witnessing this genocide, Elorey gained a conscious and lead the First Revolution, which failed, and he was made an example of why not to cross Keqsofos’ will, being mutilated on live television, yippie! And kept alive for his skills. Later, inspired by Elorey was the Second Revolution, which built the frameworks for the Final Electronian Revolution, but was seen as a failure in its time, as the majority of revolutionaries were executed or imprisoned. By now Keqsofos had ceased any attempts at maintaining a good public appearance, instead relying on intense policing, power, and what few extreme followers remained. Post-genocide his reputation plummeted, and it took 6822 years for him to finally be toppled and the people freed in the Final Electronian Revolution, lead by Tesla Parthier, Lolite Adalicia, Fafaill, Svaldifari Hanlon, and Lyrid. After this, connection with the Integalactic Union began and the people were able to return to their homes, or live on the artificial planets, as many had known nothing else.

To the rest of the universe, Electronians were like a galactic ghost story. Their home galexy was a ghost town, most planets unable to be explored due to remaining defenses, but SOS signals and warnings to escape continued to be sent out since the genocide. Electronians had avoided or predated the majority of intelligent life, and were thought to be nothing but a myth until the IU was able to gain contact with Armodeus by reverse engineering scavenged communications tech, and attempting contact. Keqsofos was pressured by Aeron and Armodeus to do something to satiate the Union, convincing him to send one or two people they’d so kindly select for him to one of the IU’s colonies as ambassadors. This was done with the intent to allow the growing revolution’s leader, Tesla, to gain more power through the help of the Union, and to topple Keqsofos. This plot eventually succeeded, and shortly after Keqsofos was toppled, upon realizing she would no be able to simply take over his position, Aeron hijacked two of the planets- Eadino and Unasee- kidnapping Elorey and Armodeus in the process. She is eventually defeated and imprisoned by the IU, having gaslight gatekeep girlbossed too close to the sun.

To prevent exploitation of their advanced technology, Electronian IU relations are kept quite tight, and with quite a lot of paperwork. The most well known Electronian in this period was Pilopherae “Pops” Parthier, who’s platform on twitch allowed easy exposure to him. Go grandpa

That is the short of Electronian history and biology, now on to the tied winner of the poll, the Intergalactic Union!

**I could do a whole thing about just him this man is a mess. Megalomaniacal Max Headroom type mf

***as of 2109

[lordkingsmith]

They are all softies deep down lol. Softies and sweeties, though some a little prickly.

Adam’s love life is absolutely by far the weirdest. I…cannot fathom normal kids for him, and half of his bad endings kids as I call them are lowkey Yikes. Going into this I figured Tommy would get the prize but yea no Adam might not have the longest list but he’s got the oddest one. I think it’s his vibes. I’d love to see someone else’s take and see if they come up with as weird or weirder or more stable.

Like…I don’t think Adam’s weird, but he attracts weird, you know? monster fucker vibes are off the charts for this lad lol

-Unknown Coinless; yes~ I can easily see it~

Tommy; ahahaha….yuuup. Tommy feels like he’d be a serial divorcee in most scenarios, and I don’t blame his relationships for trying but they can’t really help him coming at it from certain angles. I can see him and Adam getting together, I can’t see them making it last, sadly. Isaiah and JJ get to traumabond over the cringe of the baby stories and shared experience of having Tommy as a dad, yep.

Rocky & Aisha au; yes yes yes~ all the kids have so much second hand embarrassment by their parents pda in public~ and they thrive in their home with their parents~

Scorpina; I kind of hope it does happen because Skull’s gonna GET IT. lends a lot of credence to the two in every universe having a weird bond from terrible similar experiences. Awful but there it is.

Adam, because magic themed name puns.

Adam=Adam Warlock from Marvel

Sabrina=Sabrina the teenaged Witch

Luna=Luna Lovegood.

He was banking Sabrina wouldn’t know pop culture well enough to understand and he’s right. He thinks it’s fun and she’s using it to flip her evil past self off, yes. Nobody is telling her.

Adorable but freaky headtrip yes lol. And yea, I love the Coinless idea, had to include it given Adam. He’s not too happy being a kept man, but he’s also not protesting too too much. And his daughter is definitely babysat a lot by Eugene, who is best uncle forever. As appointed by Luna.

Carlos; yea the kids are definitely bits of karma. I don’t recall anything with any of the Inquirans, for either of them, in a romantic sense or a “someone’s caught feelings and this being a 90’s show is holding that back” pining subtext way either. Can’t say the same for Jason or a certain two Turbo Reds, but I could more easily see these two adopting as a favor to a deceased friend than anything else. But both kids kind of harken back to Carlos and Adam’s growth as characters lol.

Carlos is not happy with it but yea, this one’s going to have a relationship with a vampire. Personally like the thought the second he gets to earth he meets a version of LeeLee who DID undergo the transformation into vampire. Or a character like my oc Iva. Good kids who just wanna do their own thing, and Carlos would approve. The Inquiran girl loves her dads, but she can’t really fight her species nature. I…think they’re closer to oracles? Even Divatox in the tv show was sometimes prone to answering questions with questions and just knowing things she realistically shouldn’t. The twins were separated, that’s all we know. So I imagine Gwena will get better at this, they just gotta get through the young child phase. Realistically Divatox probably taught herself or was taught not to talk or think like a Inquiran. neither Adam nor Carlos want her to lose that, but they are glad when she will eventually adapt to human with humans and Inquiran with Inquirans. She’s got good role models all around, at least~

Trey of Triforia; you know you’re great when the crown prince of a planets not good enough for you lol. I have to wonder if he only split into three in a gecko sense of survival. He’s got gold, which is a tough color for anybody, and he crash landed into Aquitar, which had to have been bad for a non aquatic (I think his planet might be a desert?) being. And then kept using gold until he was edge of death bad to help a team he’s part of but never met before. Dude was not having a good month. And then Jason almost dies because of gold too, and was using it for a smaller amount of time, with less bodily strain.

It’s difficult though, to pair Trey with anyone. He’s interesting but we don’t know anything about him. I’m going to do my best. He’s a ranger and he deserves a little thought, and green/gold has potential. But yea…Adam’s a little out of his league. I won’t lie, I did like making up their daughter though lol. She’s maybe my third favorite of the list.

Dulcea: …gdi. Yea. I had to copy paste you. I’ll go and fix it.

Oh yea no this woman is Super Creepy with all the teenaged boys. Especially Adam. The frog prince monologue should not have been coming out of her mouth.

Was not comfy with it, but it wasn’t worse for me than the Zedd/Kim one. And for the purposes of being…fair….she has to be acknowledged. She would do this, and it is a bit gross. Garrett deserves to have friends who are used to strange and unusual, and he gets them~ I can at the very least give this kid that.

Adam Park OC Children

Adam’s a great guy and a total fucking sweetheart and the comics have and do him a disservice. I can’t fix that, but I can soothe my inner annoyance and give him a load of kiddos and loving relationships in all the alternate realities I can think of. And talk about the child he does canonically have in Coinless. Nameless Coinless boy also gets an au version. he deserves it, and his dad too.

Canon Children:

Unknown Mother;

Apparently a boy of unknown name, personality, or age. Child aged, maybe? So…probably anywhere from newborn to early preteens because the kid would probablyotherwise have been a sentry? I don’t know, I just… think they could have done a lot more with this mystery kiddo? child being assumed dead and then avenging Adam dying would have been a very cool plot twist! but no! he's so light on character he's not a character! He's a mention in a backstory to make Adam tragic! Who's his mom, who is he, how old was he, what illness did he die of, did he die of an illness, I-c'mon. there's light on character and then there's this. May the child come back in a reboot or just in general. And be a badass. I wish this for all of them, by the way.

My OC and Alternate Reality Kids for Adam:

Eugene Skullovitch;

Eugene doesn't believe in himself, but Adam does, did, and always has. They started dating after Adam encouraged him to play the piano in the talent show. Adam loves his music, and they're both encouraging of each other. Aisha is a surrogate for their son, Lukas. Given how close she was to Adam, it was only natural in her mind to offer. She loves him, loves he's found happiness, and when they decided they wanted kids she wanted to help that happiness grow. Lukas Park's 17, plays piano, and volunteers at the animal shelter. Adam's a doctor and while Lukas respects and likes this, he'd rather be a veterinarian. Or, like Skull, a professional classical pianist. They support Lukas with whatever he wants to do or be, and he loves the fact he's not being pressured. Skull once sat him down with a list of every job he's ever done (the list was actually more like an entire manila folder bursting out the sides, it was frankly impressive), a ranking system and how much each profession made. Everything from a cop to a detective to an undercover agent for the government to a waiter at a bar to a judge at a pet show to rockstar to pianist-it was comprehensive and a little overwhelming, but at the end of each profession Skull said if it was what he wanted, he'd be proud. At the end it left Lukas fairly calm and certain no matter what choice he made, it'd be the right choice for him, and his dads would support him in this. not associated with a color

Tommy Oliver;

They’d been friends since a bit before the transfer, and Tommy was Adam’s leader for years on three or four different ranger teams. There’s a level of trust there you don’t usually get, and they were both black and green rangers in their lives. After Tommy became Dino Thunder Black, and shortly after a divorce between him and Kat, Adam and Tommy started spending more time together. The getting together thing was an accident. Both of them at a Christmas party and then things going from one thing to the next, and Tommy says he’s never felt so at home waking up in someone’s arms.

They have one son together, Isaiah Park. Tommy cashed in on a favor owed by Grace, and soon enough JJ Oliver was trying to figure out where his baby half brother had come from. His opinion was Adam, because he was shorter. It wasn’t until several years later they were able to explain it in a way JJ would understand and accept. But they never let him live the cute story down, to his embarrassment. Given Tommy’s immunity to time fluctuations and manipulations by the Machine Empire, they found out they were living in the same town as Time Force. Tommy was able to complete a doctorate in, to Adam’s perception, a day. Tommy is a lead paleontologist due to this, and Adam works at the museum. However given Tommy being Tommy, there is currently a divorce. Tommy wears his trauma on his sleeve and Adam has given up trying to fix him.

Isaiah Park is sixteen. He’s quiet, thoughtful, and tends to think with his emotions rather than his mind. Lucky, charming, and a natural heartthrob to his school, though he doesn’t seem to notice. Loves music, especially classical, and reading. He hasn’t really thought about being a power ranger, though he wouldn’t say no if he was asked. He was babysat by the Dino Thunder team as a kid, and kidnapped by Mesogog once. All hell broke loose when this happened, and Isaiah’s unsure if he wants to be a ranger when this sort of danger could happen to any of his loved ones. Tommy and Adam are currently in the process of divorce, and Isaiah’s getting used to that idea as well, but it’s nice having JJ to talk to about it.

He has enough to deal with with his dads. They love telling the story of when he was three, they’d go “see you later alligator” and “after awhile Crocodile” and he’d respond, loudly and enthusiastically; “bye bye, froggie!” To this day he’s been unable to get them to stop telling this story to his friends, love interests, and any adult who’d listen. JJ feels the pain. Isaiah is not associated with any color. This is probably a good thing. However if he was, it’d be black.

Aisha Campbell;

It was just natural for them to get together. They’ve been friends together since forever, they’ve always been friends and it progressing to a little bit more made sense. They got married a little after joining SPD together. They have four kids together. Wendell, aged 26, Rocky, aged 26, Koniqua, aged 19, and Jacqueline “Jaq” Park, aged 17.

No way they weren’t going to name one of their kids after their closest friend aside from each other. Rocky was best man at their wedding even. When they found out they were having twins they simply used the middle name they were intending for a boy for Wendell. Rocky’s the older by eight hours, Wendell was a more difficult pregnancy and took his time, which actually was a foreshadowing to the twins’ personalities.

Rocky Park is rambunctious and a goofball. He loves making people laugh. Like his mom he’s empathetic and strong willed. Like his dad he’s prone to flashes of intense introspection, but never for long. Surprises people with his love of classical music. He’s enthusiastic to the point of being intense. Can be hard for him to dial it back. He’s a yellow ranger for his team.

Wendell is everything Rocky is not, and is a little bit of a little shit. He's often not noticed by other people, and tends to use that to his advantage. He knows his brother is a yellow ranger, and while he's not a ranger, he takes the opportunity to tackle or ram cars or steal from the monsters of the week. he's not noticed and it gives other rangers openings usually. He's given Rocky everything he's stolen, and is pleased when they're incorporated into the team's arsenal.

Koniqua is a lover of poetry, fables, and the history of the power rangers. She's determined to be one of the scientists who creates a new team, or unlocks the mysteries of the grid for general use. Pragmatic, quick thinking, happy to help her dumb brothers. They don't think she knows. She knew who'd saved her as soon as Rocky said "you're safe now civilian" and tried to act dumb. She barely resisted the urge to call him out. Doesn't bother fighting the monsters, her brothers got that covered, but she does help get other civilians to safety when needed. not associated with a color. She's going into historical costuming, with the intention of working for tv productions.

Jaq would love to know why earth is so valuable to bad guys that they keep trying to take it over. Genre savvy type, and doesn't take shit. Has psyched out two villains and one of the comedy duo by just asking over and over "okay but why". Not popular, has two best friends and they're all kind of outsiders. Prefers it this way. You will not find Jaq anywhere near the monsters when they appear, she's gone and dragging her friends off with her. not associated with a color, but has made the big bad main villain question themself and then cry. her brother was torn between disappointed, impressed, and terrified of his little sister. Jaq's considering maybe being a therapist specializing in rangers and their villains would be a lucrative career move.

Rocky DeSantos;

They make too much sense for anything else, they were best friends since the beginning. They adopted a kid who lost their home in a fire brought on by a monster. Peter's eleven and scared of the world. Adam and Rocky fully understand, but hope he can open up. They care for him and are worried about him. Peter DeSantos doesn't know how to feel about power rangers as parents after what happened, but he's glad Adam and Rocky are stable and they do try. It's just hard to open up. They have time, though, and that's what matters. Adam's been helping with his anxiety by showing him how to sew. Whenever he gets scared and his dads aren't there, he sews little projects. It helps and he's proud of what he makes.

tangential au; Rocky and Aisha and Adam are together with all above mentioned kids, and Aisha and Rocky's two kids. They live on a large ranch and the kids are thriving.

Scorpina; fascinatingly there is an episode where the Stone Canyon Trio deal with her in a human form as an exchange student named Sabrina. Adam was way into her. Coinless version Adam's finding Scorpina hot in general and she's flirting. A weird pairing but hey, there's a good history of evidence for mutual attraction! Of the trio Scorpina was always more flirtatious to Adam than Rocky or Aisha (this also makes him similar to comic!Skull in that a love interest is a long lived alien pretending to be a teenager for ulterior motives. imagine bonding over that extremely specific thing happening to you, yikes).

Scorpina is not banished to the dark dimension, and like Rita and Zedd, becomes good via Z-Wave. She simply takes the form of her human persona, the now young adult exchange student Sabrina. As Sabrina, she decides to see if she can patch anything up with Adam. Adam for his part needs to think about it. It's not that he doesn't trust she's redeemed, it's just so much has happened can he forgive her and accept the version of her genuinely trying to make things right? It takes a year and a half, and in the meantime they do see other people. But, eventually, they get together. They have a kid who's half alien, as Sabrina's species wasn't changed, she is more interested in looking human to help distance herself from her misdeeds, and blend in. For a time, at least, she eventually goes back to her true form when their daughter Luna Park is thirteen and develops her stinger. This is mostly to teach their daughter how to correctly use said stinger and other abilities without hurting herself or loved ones.

Luna Park is nineteen, very fashionable, calculating, and very good at getting her way. She generally doesn't do this maliciously, and works at a youth center, as the fundraiser manager among other things. She's extremely good at getting people to invest their money in good causes and very good at public events. She's a shapeshifter, but not as accomplished as her mom. While she looks like she'd be snotty or full of herself, she takes a lot after Adam and is very considerate and very polite and encouraging. However this doesn't mean she's a pushover, and she's sent more than one person who thought they could rough her or get handsy to the hospital. Rarely uses her stinger, Luna is an accomplished fencer and hand to hand combatant, though prefers kickboxing to martial arts. Think Daphne Blake with a stinger. Luna is not associated with a color

in a tangential au, she's a power ranger mentor and the green ranger for the team, when necessary.

tangential coinless au; Scorpina keeps protecting Adam, affectionately nicknaming him 'my little froggie' (to his concern), and doesn't let him die. However this annoys him because it sometimes mean she doesn't even let him fight. Eventually they produce Luna, and she's raised in the palace, often passed around by the sentries and Kim. Adam's not allowed by Scorpina to partake in anything potentially life threatening while Luna's young, and he gets placed as stay at home dad/personal body guard to own child duty. Eventually, Luna becomes a commander of black sentries, and works fairly well with the coinless. for the most part. Not much is different personality wise except she's more willing to commit murder and injury. Skull adores her too, and helps with the training when she's a kid.

Carlos Vallerte;

Several years after Adam transfers Carlos his Color, and after they team up, and a year after Adam joins SPA, he and Carlos reconnect. They got along well each time they teamed up, and after everything they get the chance to actually be able to get to know each other again properly outside of power ranger stuff. While both are busy with respective lives and careers, they do have joint custody over two kids, Miguel and Gwena. Aisha surrogated for Miguel, Gwena is an adopted alien girl from Inquiris. It's been a challenge to balance their careers with their kids, but they make it work. Generally, they don't live on earth, they currently live on K0-35 when not on duty with their kids.

Miguel is 13, and quite interested in nature, and earth. He's never actually been, because life kept getting in the way, but he wants to eventually. He's been promised he will, and that's nice. He likes ninjas and puzzle books and horror movies. Especially likes vampires, Carlos is just. Accepting this is going to haunt him for the rest of his life. Told Miguel if he wants to become a vampire that's fine but he needs to wait, and find someone who's not on the galaxy's most wanted list. Or working with a warlord or conqueror. the list of suitables is extremely small. Miguel's also thirteen, and he's realizing maybe he just likes the species in general more than the idea of becoming one. Loves vampire and zombie movies best. Not associated with a color.

Gwena is seven and from Inquiris. Any question given to her is answered with a question. Given how much human children do this in general...you can imagine the annoyance. Carlos and Adam quickly learned to phrase the questions as open ended statements for Gwena to respond to with statements of her own. She's very smart for a seven year old, and wants to know all the answers to all the questions, but is happy to question everything for the sake of asking the question. One day wants to go to earth, but also wants to go back to Inquiris again. She's also heard a lot about two infamous women from Inqiuris; Dimitria and Divatox, twins and very proficient in their own rights. At the moment, she flips between pretending to be Dimitria the good mentor, and Divatox, the pirate. She's seven so neither Adam nor Carlos are worried, but they do hope she'll decide Dimitria, who's a friend of theirs, will be a worthy role model, and not Divatox before the Z-Wave. not associated with a color, that anyone knows of. However Inquirians tend to gravitate to white or red color schemes in their clothing so it's hard for her dads to actually tell. Likes fables and magic and playing pirates. Vicseron, a friend of Dimitria from Inquiris, is Gwena's biological father, but was killed. Her mother also died, and Gwena had nobody. Dimitria had reservations about how well she and Divatox could look after a child. She brought the child to the most dependable ranger couples she could think of.

Prince Trey of Triforia;

While Trey crashed in Aquitar and needed help, when they sent him to earth to the other zeo rangers he helped them first, several times. Adam was, like the rest of them, very curious who the mysterious gold was. When they met properly, he had a little bit of a crush. When Jason took gold so Trey could slow down whatever was happening to him (his logos, pathos and ethos had split into three people, thoufh all of them were of the same mind. Triforian thing, apparently. It took a bit to get used to, to say the least.) Adam spent as much time as he could in the command center with Billy and Trey. They talked quite a bit, and Trey got a bit smitten with the curious green ranger.

When Trey was restored and he got zeo gold back, he decided to stick around for a little while to assist the other zeo rangers, and he and Adam began seeing each other. Adam thought it was kind of odd a prince wanted to date him, but he wasn’t against it at all.

They have one daughter. Crown Princess Tara, aged 20. Adam’s a diplomat between earth and Triforia, and Tara lives mainly on Triforia with Trey. She inherited Zeo Gold, and is noble, calm, and carry’s herself regally as she can. She does have her moments though, and feels like she can’t live up to her parents legacy, sometimes. She does try, though. She never stops trying. She’s going to be the best queen. It’s hard for her to believe it, but she’s going to be. Trey’s a great king, and he’s her dad. And Adam’s awesome, and he’s her dad too. And her teammates are awesome too.

Tangential au; Triforian life span might be longer than humans (I’ve got no idea, heellpp) and she’s the gold to the canon grandson of Tommy’s team. She’d be in the equivalent of early 20’s, in the hypothetical longer lifespan idea.

(we needed a green/gold lol. and this works, they did talk a little in canon. not much but I'm taking the opportunity)

Dulcinea;

She thought he was charming and sweet, and every bit a prince if he just had the self confidence to see it, himself. She made a child using magic, some years after the events of the movie. It killed her, but the child is hers and Adam's. He was confused and deeply saddened when he got the kid and the explanation. He loves Garrett, but it's a bit difficult. Garrett is an owl shifter, like his mother. He greatly resembles Adam. Garrett is 16, and doing his best. He's friends with the punks at his school, and has the constant air of wiser beyond his years. Often lives with Rocky or Tommy and Kat or any other dozen of Adam's friends while Adam's working off earth. He's got an odd, very inhuman air around him, even to other half human alien hybrids. There's something about his owl self that bleeds into his human form. He's never felt at home anywhere he's ever been, and he feels like he should go back to the planet his mother's from, guard what's there. He's a bronze ranger, and Adam wonders if this is from Dulcinea.

Unnamed Mother;

Adam made a mistake in highschool and while the girl wanted to keep the baby, her parents didn't think it'd be a good idea. Adam offered to take the baby off her hands, and while his parents disinherited him over it, Nemo grew up with a village for parents. Skull, Bulk, Aisha, Rocky, and Tommy and a few others off and on, all helped him during high school, with Aisha and Rocky stepping in during college, and Skull after, helping with whatever expense Adam needed. Nemo's fourteen, healthy, happy, and thriving despite everything. Adam's doing okay as a single parent, it's been hard but he's doing good. Adam's a tailor and Nemo mentioned wanting to go into this as well, and Adam about teared up he was so proud.

Coinless verse child has been given a happy alternative woo~

-

if I missed any, let me know! I think I covered most of Adam's possibilities ^-^

[kalu-luwa]

ever in your favor pt. 4

a.k.a a continuation of this series, inspiration from @tunabesimpin‘s hunger games event,  featuring tsukiko (@oseathepebble’s oc)

special mentions go to laur dafin (@forgwater’s oc), logan richtline (@lizzileth’s oc), and muna (@twixxsted‘s oc, my condolences my homie ;O;)

i’m very sorry if i got their characters wrong or did them too dirty! please tell me so i can fix it ;;

also, please tell me if you don’t want to get tagged!

tw/cw: death (shown and implied), mentions of suicide, OOC for OCs and canon (sorry ;;), gore (mentions of blood and wounds), violence, swearing, mentions of starvation, i’ll add more as i go along

(under the cut for dash length)

Their innards sit heavy beneath their skin, squirming uneasily whenever they breathe.

They don’t know why they covered the poor girl’s mouth, muffling her screams and curses. They don’t know why they looted her stuff. They don’t know why they buried her in the dead of night, a wreath of flowers placed upon her grave.

They don’t know. They don’t remember.

-

There’s blood on their hands. They don’t remember how it got there. They can’t remember. They don’t want to remember.

Would it be better to die than to keep going?

-

Neph hasn’t eaten in hours. The last full meal they ate was with Cater, a simple dinner of rabbit stuffed with herbs. They remember sharing an apple with the two people last night, the ones who practically forced them into… well, an extreme version of aggravated assault. Laur and Logan, they called themselves. A fae and a human.

Laur was… an enigma, to say the least. Carefree and unnervingly nonchalant, he was the brawn of the group, skilled in magic and able to conjure objects out of thin air. He was the first voice that spoke to them. Logan was just as mysterious, if not more, than the aquatic faerie. The brains of the group, he was a tactician at his core, with nigh-impenetrable plans and a knack for machinery. He was the second voice.

The two were powerful in their own right, and it would’ve been a death sentence to cross those two.

But they’re gone now.

Their stomach snarls at them, desperate to be fed. But Neph’s too tired to move.

“Oh my, are you alright?” A new voice rounds the corner, bending down to speak to Neph face to face. “Can you stand up?”

Neph mumbled something, but neither they nor the mystery person could figure out what they said. “I’m sorry, you’ll have to speak up a little. What was that again?”

“I-” Whatever they were going to say died out on their tongue. Their brain was pushing against their cranium, fighting to be let out. “-sorry, tired.”

“You haven’t drank any water yet, have you?” The voice chides, placing a hand on Neph's forehead. "You're burning up as well. What have you been doing all this time?"

"... don't want to remember…" their voice cracks in many places, dry and sore.

"Here, drink," they hum, clasping their hands over a bottle, "It's not poisoned, if that's what you're worried about. I drank it too, so you'll be fine."

"Why are you helping me?" Too many people were coming up to them. Too many people who would eventually leave.

"Why can't I?" God, Neph hated those words. "I have no reason to hurt you."

They do. It's either their life, or Neph's. But perhaps this time, it'll be better. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," the mystery person sat down in front of them.

They hoped this encounter wouldn't be a repeat of last time.

"My name's Tsukiko, but you can call me Kou," so that's what their savior was called. A beautiful name, child of the moon. "What's your name?"

"Nephtali. It's nice to meet you, Mx. Kou."

"It's nice to meet you too. Do you mind if I stay with you for a while?"

-

"I don't think that mushroom is safe to eat," Kou mused, grabbing the fungus from the fisher's hand. "If Jade was here, he'd probably use it as biological warfare.”

Neph had no idea who Jade was, but guessing from Kou’s words, he was another tribute. “Jade? Who is he?”

“Floyd’s twin brother, but they’re in different districts for some reason,” they shrugged audibly, “It’s none of my business, though.”

Floyd… Floyd. Ah, that’s a familiar name. Sasha was talking about him once, but Neph wasn’t listening at the time. They really wished they did, for once. “Interesting…”

The pair kept trekking through the woods, scavenging for anything useful to them. Fruits, nuts, game, herbs, unusually sturdy sticks… anything that could be cooked or made into tools. Neph had caught a small catfish earlier, currently snacking on a grilled piece as they hiked through the thicket. Kou made a passing comment of ‘poor Tuna’ when they had pulled the creature out of the river.

“What else do you need?” They tilted their head, “We’ve already gotten a lot.”

“I’m looking for an herb or a plant that I can make into a poultice. One of my friends got hurt in a hunting accident and-”

A shrill scream pierced the air, startling the duo and sending a flock of birds darting past the trees. Nephtali flinched, instinctively crouching down and covering their ears. Kou did the same, blurting out a minced expletive and ducking behind a tree. Whatever made that noise, it meant trouble. Another scream, this time of a different voice. Sounds of struggling, of bushes swept aside and undergrowth trampled on, a final cry cut short, then silence.

Neither of them spoke for a minute, until Kou whispered uneasily, “What was that?”

“I-I don’t know, did someone die?”

“That sounded too close for comfort. We have to move. Now.” They didn’t have to say that twice.

-

“Holy fuck, that was nerve-wracking,” Neph heaved, legs aching from running too much, “Are you okay, Mx. Kou?”

“I’m alright. You?” Kou breathed, leaning against a tree for support. They don’t know where they ran, all they knew was that they got out of there fast.

“My chest hurts, but I’ll be fine.”

“Okay, good.” The two shared a small victory laugh, grateful that they’re alive.

-

“Neph, would you like to come with me and find Carol Ann?” Kou spoke up after a while, skimming stones across a pond as Neph took to sharpening a stick, “We’ll be happy to accommodate you, and I’m sure we’ll make a great team.”

A… a team?

No. No, they can’t. The first time they were on a team, it fell apart almost immediately. The next team they were on ended in horrible, horrible tragedy. And the last? God, an innocent died because of them. There was no guarantee that this one would end differently. And besides, who would want them? They’re not good for much, and it’s a miracle that they’re still standing.

The turmoil must’ve been clear on their face, because the sound of skipping stones had ceased. “Neph, I won’t force you into anything you’re not comfortable with, but if you wish to stay solo, that’s fine too.”

“I… I haven’t had the best track record with teams,” milky eyes swirl with unease and regret, “I don’t…” I don’t want to be left alone, I don’t want someone to die because of me, I don’t want you to leave me- “I don’t think I’m cut out for any of that.”

“Then, I suppose this is where we must part.” They sighed, kneeling in front of them. “I… really wish we could’ve gone together, but I’ll respect your wishes, Neph.”

“I’m sorry.” Truly, they were. They wanted nothing more than to have someone they could call a friend, but…

“No need, Neph,” They felt a light tap on their hair, like Kou was giving them a head pat, “I wish you all the best.”

“You too.” As Kou stood up, Neph swore their heart almost leapt out of their ribcage, reaching desperately towards them. Don’t go, don’t go, I don’t want to be lonely anymore.

“Take care of yourself, okay?”

“Yeah, I will.” No, they won’t.

-

What time was it? How long have they been there, nails scraping their arms and tears long-dried on their cheeks? Did anyone hear them cry into their shirt, pathetically muffling the screams ripped from their throat? Their head was throbbing, the back of their eyes burning uncomfortably. Everything was too much.

Too much all at once, not enough all the same.

How had they forgotten that this wasn’t something to be taken lightly? They were fighting to the death for fuck’s sake, there is no such thing as friendship when your life is on the line.

But why did it hurt when they left anyway?

First Sasha, then Cater, now Kou. They were getting too soft. Too vulnerable. That had to be fixed.

“Hey?” A hand on their shoulder startled them out of their mind. Fuck, someone found them!

Immediately, their hand went to grab the person’s arm, kicking their legs back and throwing the person over their shoulder. The intruder screeched as they collided with the solid ground, stunned for a brief moment. Running purely on fight-or-flight instincts, Neph grabbed the nearest thing and brought it down on them.

“No, wait, please!-”

The stake drove right through their flesh, impaling them fully. Blood splattered all over their hands, some droplets staining their clothes and landing on their face. They must’ve hit something big or high-pressured, like an artery, or…

The ichor felt slimy and warm, oozing past their fingertips and running down their trembling hands. The body in front of them was cooling rapidly, no longer breathing. Reaching blindly, they fumbled to feel where they had speared the poor soul, recognising the fine silk of a headscarf. Nephtali could feel their stomach acid roiling in their gut, bile forcing its way up their throat. Not again, not again, not again-

They turned away in time to hurl whatever they had eaten prior. All of it, until they were coughing up blood and crying their eyes red. This was the third time now, and this one they couldn’t forget.

They didn’t mean to, they promised, repenting to someone who could never hear them.

[lesbian-octoling]

The After FAQ

Q: I’m not 18, but I’m going to be very soon! Can I still sign up?

A: You have to be 18+ at the time of submitting your form. If you are 18: you can submit a form! If you’re 17, you can’t. If you’re going to be 18 a few months after the start date, you’re welcome to join as a spectator, but it will be too late to join in as a player. Apologies :(

Q: When will spectators be allowed to join?

A: We’re not sure when or how we’re going to open it up to spectators, but it will happen! It’s gonna be a lot less intensive than player apps- basically ‘are you 18 and can you send a social media to verify it’. It WILL be before we start though, and unlike player apps, spectator apps will never close!

Q: What are you looking for in terms of RP quality and length?

A: Answered in detail here! TLDR, we’re looking for quality over quantity. We are still looking for high-quality roleplayers… though high quality doesn’t always mean super active or super long/fancy responses each time- quality means 'fun to roleplay with’!

Q: How many people will you be accepting?

A: This depends on several factors, including if I have a lot of people playing 2 characters vs 1 character, what characters I think could mesh well, and also my mental state whenever the application accepting times rolls around (it's easier to manage less people, though more can be potentially more fun). I'm shooting for around 10-15 people max, and about 20-30 characters max. I'm just gonna eyeball it when the time comes.

Q: How will characters be chosen, and will there be any preference/bias?

A: Players will be chosen on a lot of factors, mostly on their passion for their characters, quality of writing, and if their character is already taken or not. There is no purposeful bias towards OCs, canon characters, etc.

Q: How ‘close do canon’ do my interpretations of canon characters have to be? Can I deviate from canon?

A: Yes, you can deviate from canon! I go into more detail here, but TLDR: Characters are 100% open to player interpretation and even redesigns. The only 'limit' is that they have to be recognizable as their original character to some extent. Otherwise, go crazy go stupid!

Q: Help! I messed something up on my form!

A: That’s ok! You can edit it.

Q: You mentioned these inklings will be partially xeno/bio-based- what exactly is the anatomy here?

A: Yep! The setting is semi-xeno, but not extreme. There’s a visual guide here if you’d like, but I recommend reading the rest of this anyway. Some of the details include the fact that ALL inkfish (inklings, octolings, and any other cepahlopods) are:

Humanoid (no mantles or oddly shaped limbs)

Have (usually white) beaks, not teeth

Often have freckles/colored splotches, and small glowing freckles/spots

Have white ‘meat’ and blue blood, but are supported by pressurized ink in place of bones

Clean water does not kill them- but they have very porous, fragile skin that means they can absorb dirty water/mutagen quickly to make them sick, and their skin can be torn by enough of a pressurized blast of water (think a power washer or high-power hose).

The main differences between inklings and octolings (aside form the obvious like ears and masks) are:

Inklings have purely round/circular pupils, while octolings have pupils that can widen/contract between horizontal and round

Inklings have thin, catlike retractable claws/’hooks’, while octolings have thicker claws that are more of a hard extension of the finger

Inkling hair is NOT prehensile- it’s mostly made of fat. It cannot feel pain, and only bleeds a little bit. This makes them better at storing nutrients. However, octoling tentacles ARE prehensile, can feel pain, and will bleed heavily if cut- but they have little fat storage on them.

For non-inkfish characters, just about anything is up for grabs (within reason).

Q: What if my characters have a feature that isn’t supported by these headcanons?

A: This is sort of a case-by-case basis. Generally, your base character will have to fit the qualifications above just for consistency’s sake across all players. If your character has a unique feature- IE, strangely shaped pupils, tail, etc- that you want to keep, there’s a possibility that they could be already partially mutated, but managed to keep their sanity.

This has a lot of pros and cons- pros include unique features and potentially abilities (tail for balance, good vision, extra long claws, quills)... but it also means they’re only one tiny accident away from becoming fully mutated, while other players have that health buffer. If that happens, you lose control of your character for the duration they’re mutated. This isn’t even bringing up the potential discrimination they may face IC, as many people are wary of partial mutants.

If you want to do this, or aren’t sure, feel free to message me with the details.

Q: Can I play a non-inkling/octoling species?

A: Yes! You can play as any species that fits into the settings of splatoon! Most marine animals are fair game, including marine invertibrates and fishes. Sapient marine mammals are iffy, as they’re technically canon by a one-off line. I will accept fully marine mammals such as dolphins and narwals, but not semi-aquatic animals, such as sea otters. Some ideas of accepted species includes: shrimps, jellies, nudibranches, eels, any saltwater fishes, urchins, salmonids, etc.

I also will not be allowing sapient reptiles, birds, land/semi-aquatic mammals, or land invertebrates. Also, I won’t be accepting ‘magical’ (Ghosts, cryptids, etc) or unrealistic hybrid creatures (An eel/inkling hybrid born naturally, salmonlings), as this is a slightly more realistic as opposed to fantastic setting.

Q: But if I play a non-cephalopod character, how will they fight with ink?

A: Good news! Ink isn’t the main weapon here.

Ink is used as a weapon still, but less offensively and more tactically. Having a small ink gun on hand is useful for making quick getaways, distracting/stalling mutants, and even spraying it in their face as a distraction, deterrent, or to blind them if you do go to attack. For most mutants, however, ink will not kill or ‘splat’ them, as not all mutants are inklings mutants. Plus, it would be unfair to non-inkfish characters.

Physical weapons such as bats, knives, and guns (and even some weirder stuff like swords, bows, etc)  are going to be your go-to, like any apocalypse, though ink weaponry in addition can be a big boon in a battle.

This is also a good time to mention that while we don’t have specific stats or anything, your character’s species will affect how they fight and are impacted by fights.

Inkfish are very fast and can jump very high, are extremely resistant to blunt force trauma, and can use ink... but are very weak to slicing/piercing things and chemicals/mutagen because of their thin skin. Urchins can’t use ink and may be slow, but have potentially toxic spines and hard skin that resists piercing damage. Shrimp might have a fragile exoskeleton and not a lot of natural weapons, but it makes them very resistant to chemical and mutagen splashes. It’s all good stuff to keep in mind!

Q: Can I know more about the mutants?

A: Yes, to an extent! There’s some info on the mutants here.

Q: Can I know more about the mutagen?

A: Yes, to an extent! There’s some more info on mutagen here.

Q: There’s a lot of questionable/offensive/weird content in Coroika. Will this be allowed/what elements of coroika will there be?

A: The short answer is ‘only some minor elements will be taken, and all weird/offensive stuff MUST be retconned or addressed’. We’re mostly going to be supporting the game’s canon, NOT the comic’s canon. I go into this more detail here, which I suggest you read if you plan on playing a Coroika character.

Q: Who are the mods?

A: Myself and @bubblegum-spaceboy​ are the main two mods who will be doing the bulk of the important NPC/world stuff!

However, we have two sub-mods who helped create the server/concepts, and will also be there to help out with little stuff if neither of us are available, and play some minor NPCs. These two are @bombcollar​, and my friend Emmy who doesn’t really use tumblr lol.

Help! My question isn’t answered here!

Feel free to send in an ask or a message, and I’ll respond as best I can :D

[artnerd1123]

Among Us: CR3WM8TS

Updates Required (part 3)

——————————————

With the ship launched and crew settled, it’s time to get to work. Which, for Bunbun, means updating. How smoothly that goes depends on the crewmates in charge… Bunbun’s hoping she’s in good company.

Featuring appearances by Nanner and Silk!

Among Us archive/askblog Fic chapters post

——————————————

Ok so originally I wanted to keep all this together, but decided it’d be better to chop it into pieces. That way I can keep my momentum, keep posting for y’all, and still intro y’all to the crew as things get moving!

finally got this last part done!!! it’s all finished now! now we can get on to more fun stuff >:3

                                                  ===+===+===

Mission Log 5

Ship Model: SKELD D34-H120 Designation: SUPPLY TRANSPORT, EXPLORATION AND DOCUMENTATION OF SECTOR G PLANETS Crewmate Count: 9 Crewmate Colors: DARK GREEN, WHITE, PURPLE, DARK BLUE, YELLOW, RED, LIME, BLACK, PINK

Location: SECTOR F Ship Status: IN TRANSIT Course: PLANET 326-OCE-894 - SECTOR G Systems:

Navigation: COURSE INLAID / STABLE / UPDATES NEEDED

Engines: UPPER - ONLINE, TANK 0.94 / LOWER - ONLINE, TANK 0.92 / OUTPUT ALIGNED

Reactor: ONLINE / FUNCTIONING OPTIMAL

O2: STABLE

Electrical: CALIBRATOR OFFLINE

Communications: ONLINE / UPDATES NEEDED

Shields: ONLINE / FUNCTIONING OPTIMAL

Weapons: TEMPORARILY OFFLINE  / FUNCTIONING N/A

Security: CAMERAS ONLINE / ALL FUNCTIONAL

Administration: MAP OFFLINE - UPDATES NEEDED / CONNECTION SECURE / SHIP FILES UP TO DATE / ALL CREW ACCOUNTED FOR

Medbay: EQUIPMENT ONLINE / FUNCTIONAL / CREW FILES UP TO DATE

Supplies: [ONE] CRATES SHORT  

Storage Chutes: CLEAR

Vents: CLEAR

Notes: Admin map offline, as updates are needed. PINK identified systems in need of updates. PINK has commenced updates under DARK BLUE supervision. Updates still in progress. RED discharged from medbay after receiving treatment for minor injuries. RED in process of submitting incident report. BLACK opened one supply crate to restock food materials. PURPLE sent four previous mission logs to HQ for archiving. PURPLE also submitted them to [SKELD D34-H120] Mission Log Archive. Other crew performing normal activities.

                                                 ===+===+===

With each room visited, the list of tasks was shifting from white to green. All but three of them were lit up with the color of a job well done. Bunbun looked over the list with a growing sense of satisfaction. Just three more now, she thought, I can handle that in no time. Not to mention the updates had given her a perfect opportunity to meet most of her crewmates. Hopefully whoever she had left to encounter would be in a good mood. Or at least a better one than a certain blue-suited crewmate. Speaking of which, River had once again chosen their destination. He’d hooked a sharp right as they left Medbay, leaving Bunbun- as per last time- to scramble after him. His pace picked right back up after he was out of Medbay’s sight. He only spared Bunbun a single glance over his shoulder. “C’mon, keep up,” he grumbled, “there’s not much left to do, and I’m hungry. I wanna have time for my lunch break before I have to be back at cams.” With a sinking feeling, Bunbun realized he might have just been on his “best behavior” for the doctor. That wasn’t uncommon among crewmates. After all, you do want the local medic to treat you well. Well... That, and patients who behave get discharged sooner. River’s attitude change didn’t bode well for their time outside of medbay. Luckily, Administration wasn’t too far from there. They just had to pass through the cafeteria. Maybe there’d be a vending machine or something. A good stop for a snack. As long as it gets River off my back, I don’t care what it is, Bunbun thought ruefully. 

The cafeteria was about as standard as it gets. The tile floor was dull from years worth of crewmates’ passage. The slightly dented wire panel on the wall closest to them was closed. The download station and food processor on the far wall seemed to be in working order. From what Bunbun could see of the chute, it was nice and clear. Five circular tables were placed around the room, two at each end and one in the middle. The emergency button looked rather haphazardly installed in the center table. It was as if someone had carved a hole in its surface and shoved in the proper equipment- nothing like the clean circles and precise welding of newer ships. It was just another sign of the SKELD’s age. Bunbun was at least comforted by the layer of dust atop it. Unbothered dust on the button- above everything- was a testament to the ship’s safety. Or, at the very least, a high level of trust in its crew. River didn’t give anything a single glance. He walked like a man on a mission, and Bunbun tailed after him diligently. To his credit, he wasn’t headed towards the food processor. He was making a beeline for the door towards storage. Or, rather, toward Admin. She figured that’s where they were headed. It was next on her list.  Before they reached the door, though, River stopped in his tracks. He went still so fast Bunbun nearly crashed into him.  “Wh- hey- what was that about?” She squawked.  “Can it,” River hissed, taking a step back. “We’ll move in just a minute. Gotta wait for traffic.”  “Traffic…?” Bunbun’s brows furrowed. What traffic…? She tried to track River’s gaze. It wasn’t hard, seeing as it was riveted on the doorway. 

She spotted a crewmate in black standing there. The fact that they were wearing their helmet outside of docking time was a little odd, but it wasn’t entirely unheard of. Though the rubbery banana peel stuck to the top of it was sort of funny looking. From the way it didn’t slide off their head after any movement, she’d guess it was an accessory. Black’s head was bent over their tablet, which they held in their right hand. Their left rested on the handle of a gravity platform cart. A large crate was nestled in its center. From the label, Bunbun could tell it was food. All in all, they seemed like a standard human crewmate on supply duty. At least, at first glance. The more Bunbun looked them over, the more their shape seemed more vaguely human than clean cut. Their limbs were a little too bendy, and their suit didn’t seem form fit to any specific body shape. It was like a vague approximation of a humanoid form. The biggest tell, though, were their hands. Bunbun blinked a couple times to make sure she was seeing them right. Their gloves only had four fingers instead of five. Suddenly, keeping the helmet on made more sense. For all she knew, the alien under there might breathe a different kind of air. Or no air at all. She’d had plenty of aquatic- and a handful of lava dwelling- classmates at the academy. Though… that style of suit was more fitted to the gaseous types of aliens. Ah, well. The mystery would have to wait for later.

Black seemed to mumble to themself for a minute before cramming their tablet under their arm. They’d just turned to pull the cart into the caf when the room’s other occupants caught their eye. Or, at least, the occupant in front did. They seemed to perk up immediately, one hand flying to their visor. “Oh! Howdy!!!” they called happily. “I didn’t see ya there!!! Ya need through?” “That would be ideal,” River replied tersely. “Gimme jes oooone sec-”Black bubbled. With that, they yanked the cart all the way into the room. It floated in easily, and came to rest next to the doorway under their guidance. “There she is! All clear for ya, Riv!” River started right back towards the door the second they were out of the way. Not even gonna say thanks? Bunbun thought, puzzled. Well. If he wasn’t gonna do it, she would. “Er- thank you, we appreciate it,” Bunbun called as she followed him. Black gave a quiet gasp. “Oh!!! I didn’ realize we had company!” They giggled, looking to River. The man stopped in place again, expression souring. “Who’s yer new pal?” “Does it matter?” River huffed, crossing his arms. “We’ve got places to be.” “It does if they’re new to the ship!!!” They chirped. Trotting right over, they stuck out their hand to Bunbun. “Hi there!!! I’m Nanner! What’s yer name, hun?” She blinked at their forwardness, but returned their handshake timidly. Their nickname made her smile a bit. Maybe their hat wasn’t entirely out of place. “I’m, uh, Bunbun,” she replied shyly. “It’s nice to meet you, Nanner.” “Bunbun!!! Oh, now that’s a cute nickname!” Nanner hummed. “Yer the new transfer, right?” “I- er- thank you,” she stammered, face flushing a bit. “And, um, yeah. I dunno how long I’m on board for, but hopefully I can help out.” “Oh, I already know ya will. Ya look like a real peach!” Nanner smiled. Or, she thought they did. It was hard to tell. The visor was so dark she couldn’t make anything out. In any case, the words just made her blush more. Kind ones always did that. “I’ll do my best to make sure yer stay is nice ‘n homely!” “W-well, you’re already doing a good job,” Bunbun smiled softly. “Good, ok, you two are acquainted. Can we go?” River broke in, scowling. “Ah ah ah, Riv,” Nanner scolded, wagging a finger at him. “Y’all can’t go till I know what the lil lady’s favorite food is! Y’all of all people gotta know that by now.” River threw his hands up in defeat. Bunbun’s look of confusion resurfaced. “Favorite food?” She echoed, puzzled. “Well, yeah! I’m the ship’s cook,” Nanner replied nonchalantly. “I gotta know what y’all like so I can have it on hand. Ya never know when you’ll need some good ol’ comfort food.” “Oh… oh! That’s true,” Bunbun nodded. Ship’s cook. Yeah, the food crate should’ve been a giveaway. “I’m, um, afraid mine’s a little on the tame side…” “Not a problem! Tame is good for some,” Nanner soothed. “Ok, er, thanks. It’s just a peanut butter jelly sandwich.” “Any particular variety? There’s a lotta those across the galaxy!” “The kind with Paramour’s grape jelly? I’m not picky about my peanut butter.” “Hmm… Paramour grape jelly and a wild card on the peanut butter…” Nanner nodded thoughtfully. “I’ll have one for yer lunch break, hun.” Bunbun lit up, smiling excitedly. “Oh!!! Thank you so much!!!” She beamed, “I really appreciate it-” “Ok, order up and all that,” River huffed, interrupting again. “Are we done?” “Sheesh, fine,” Nanner snorted. “Seems like someone needs a nap,” they mumbled, giving Bunbun a playful nudge. She tried her best not to laugh, hiding a smile with her hand. “I heard that,” River growled. “Good. Maybe you can take one later!” Nanner beamed, unphased. Rolling his eyes, River resumed his quick march. He was clearly done entertaining the both of them. Bunbun waved as she trotted after him. “Thanks again, Nanner! See you around!” “No problem, Bunny!” 

As they reached the hall, Bunbun decided to risk a question. “So… uh… Riv?” She asked warily. “Don’t call me that,” River groaned. “Nanner loves to give everyone nicknames. And talk. A lot.” “And I’m guessing you’re… not much for conversation?” She ventured. “Hit the nail on the head.” He fixed her with a withering look. “So can you take a hint?” “I-I got it, I got it,” Bunbun replied meekly. Oh yeah. That’s a grump. 

Admin was barely a stone’s throw from the cafeteria. First turn on the left from the door, and it was another well loved room. The carpet was tamped down tightly, the dull maroon only showing through a recent clean. The map was dark- offline for updates- and the card reader looked about as beat up as she’d expected. Three ancient computers sat along the wall. They were old models with screens made of green glass instead of holographic projections. The red chairs before them were an old old leather material, and had been patched up several times. One of the chairs was occupied. The crewmate didn’t seem to notice the two others hovering in the doorway. “... Knock knock,” River said begrudgingly. “You’ve got visitors.” At the sound of his voice, the crewmate glanced up from the screen, giving Bunbun a pretty good look. Xyr suit was purple, and about as worn as Captain Groud’s. Xyr round face was framed with dark, loose coils and dreads, cut off just below xyr chin. A smattering of starry white flecks was sprinkled over xyr hair. Xyr earthy skin had distinctive space travel stripes, albeit a little paler than one would expect. Dark, shining eyeshadow hooded charcoal eyes. Small golden rod earrings and a battered bandage completed xyr look, giving xem the mug of a well weathered space traveller. Xyr look of tired resignment warmed into a smile as xe took notice of Bunbun. 

“Ah, there you are. I was wondering when you’d make your way here,” Xe chuckled, leaning back in xyr chair. “Eheheh… yeah… sorry about the wait,” Bunbun replied softly. Xe held up Xyr hands in a placating gesture. “No no, I get it. This bucket ‘a bolts has a lotta systems in dire need of updates,” Xe replied, “and some of em are better to hit first than others.” Standing up from xyr chair, xe set a hand on xyr hip. “You two gonna come in?” “O-oh! Right- yeah-” Bunbun stammered, striding quickly through the doorway. River let her go first, sulking after her like a grumpy shadow. The other crewmate joined them by the map. “Well, now that we’re all together-” xe held out a hand for Bun- “I might as well introduce myself. People ‘round the ship call me Silk. I’m the resident nav and comms expert.” Bunbun took xyr hand and gave it a gentle shake. “I’m, um, Bunbun,” she replied, shifting in place. “I’m the new transfer- uh- I do, um, tech, electric, and janitorial tasks. I-it’s nice to meet you, Silk.” “Likewise,” xe nodded. “I’m guessing we might not see too much of each other, but you’re always welcome to pop by my areas to say hello.” Xyr eyes trailed away from Bunbun’s face toward someone behind her. From the expectant raised brow, she got the distinct feeling that xe wasn’t exactly thrilled to see them. She saw River kicking at the carpet when she glanced back. “Not even gonna greet me?” Silk asked, brow still raised. “... Hey silk,” River mumbled. His hunched shoulders and skittering glance made him look like a kid in trouble. “... can we get this over with?” “C’mon, being out of isolation can’t be that bad,” Silk joked. At Bunbun’s confused expression, xe waved a hand. I’ll tell you later, xyr face said. She just nodded hesitantly. “Listen, I just wanna go back to cams, is that so much to ask?” River huffed. “With that tone, maybe,” Silk pointed out. He crossed his arms, grumbling quietly, and settled himself along the wall. Xe gave him one last long look before turning back to Bunbun. “So, I reckon my map’s in need of a couple updates?” “Er- yeah, just a couple,” Bunbun said. Glancing it over, she was pleased to see an absence of dust on its glassy green surface. The thing was old, yes, but it looked well cared for. “Do you have any ideas as to what needs fixed? I don’t, um, I don’t handle admin updates too often.” “Of course. I’ll just let ya know what the other rooms need while I’m at it,” Silk replied, flicking a couple switches. The map slowly blinked to life, white lines snaking across a pale grid. The pale outlines flickered and flashed like a star fried sensor. The poor thing was barely even visible. Bunbun winced in sympathy. “Oooh… yeah, someone needs to update the firewall,” she mumbled. “That’s what I thought,” Silk sighed, giving the console a pat. “It’s been doin that for at least a week. The systems down at Comm and Nav are on the fritz too. It’s hard to get records transferred, retain messages, and get the course to stay stable without a babysitter.” “You’ve certainly got your hands full here!” Bunbun remarked. “Yeah, but there’s not too much to worry about,” xe waved a hand. “I’m the best they’ve got here, after all.” “I bet!” She smiled shyly. Looking to the map, she tilted her head. There didn’t seem to be any pattern to its glitching. At least, nothing noticeable from a quick observation. Holding up her tablet, she got herself settled before it. The good and bad thing about old systems were the incredibly obvious tablet ports. For all she knew, someone could’ve uploaded a bug ages ago. Ah well. At least I know how to use a virtual flyswatter. “Well, I-I’ve been told I’m pretty good with tech… maybe I’m not the best out there, but I’ll do what I can to get this all sorted.” “That’s much appreciated,” Silk sighed, giving her a pat on the back. “You take all the time you need.” “Thanks,” Bunbun hummed. Straightening up, her eyes were already skimming the torrent of code. “Ok… one fixed map, cooooming up…” 

                                                ===+===+===

The glitchy virus got itself caught in Bun’s web soon enough. She could isolate and neutralize code as easy as she breathed. Of course, dancing around the admin files was pretty fun. She had to have Silk help guide her hand when digging it out from xyr carefully organized system. But it worked out easily enough. River didn’t pay the two any mind. He only moved when they did, following like the world’s grumpiest duckling. That seemed to suit Silk just fine. It worked well for Bunbun, too. They were free to swap stories like old friends. It was almost a little surprising. Walking in the halls was full of homely conversation. Fixing comm accompanied tales of their academy days. Swinging around to Nav let Silk introduce Bunbun to a couple friendly looking robots. She was impressed to learn Silk made them xemself. When xe sent the robots to distract River, xe took the opportunity to inform her why the man was so touchy. Stuck in a dead end job, he didn’t tend to get out of security much. Not of his free will, anyway. No matter how much mandatory bonding and karaoke nights Groud required. The mental image of River singing karaoke made Bunbun laugh enough that Silk had to rechart the course- the pink crewmate’s flapping hands accidentally slapped a couple buttons. River was not nearly as amused.

                                               ===+===+===

When all was said and done, Bunbun set off with yet another jaunty wave and happy call. River was all but sprinting to their last stop. She didn’t bother to stick with him this time. The only task left was at a place she knew quite well. 

Electrical. 

In the absence of River’s quick thumping of footsteps, the SKELD halls were eerily quiet. The quiet hum of the shields made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She eyed the nearby vent nervously as she wandered through the room. The vents are clear, she reassured herself. A glance at her tablet confirmed it. They’re clear. Passing by comm, the quiet radio static urged her to pick up her pace. Silk might have insisted it was quite safe, but she just… didn’t trust it. It was too quiet. Too far from the cams. Too isolated. The quiet creaking of full supply crates didn’t comfort her in storage, either. She just tried to keep her breathing even as she finished her trip to Electrical. River stood outside the door, eyeing the entrance dubiously. Bunbun slowed to a stop beside him. “Is… something wrong?” she asked nervously. “Huh-? Uh, no, nothing’s wrong,” River said hastily. “It’s just a bit dark in there, that’s all.” “... uh huh…” Bunbun hummed slowly. A peek through the doorway did confirm that the lights were dim. No dimmer than other ships, though. Just… dim enough to be slightly unnerving. Why in the world they were darkest in electrical of all places, Bunbun had no clue. It was a mystery she’d been meaning to take up with the SKELD designers for quite awhile. The upkick of dust and battered panels made it pretty clear the ship hadn’t had a proper electrician in awhile. Not that it mattered now. She had to go in there. Taking a slow breath, she strode towards the back of the room. She was nearly to the line of dusty old computers when she realized River wasn’t following. He was still standing by the door. Just watching. Her grip on her tablet shook gently. How many ways can I spell “suspicious...?”   “Are you… coming...?” She asked meekly. “... nah,” River mumbled, shifting in place. “I’m good.” “Aren’t you supposed to be keeping an eye on me?” she twittered. “What if I end up needing help?” “I’m not an electrician. I’m a security guard. I can watch from here,” he replied flatly. “You’re not a fresh cadet. Figure it out.” “R-right, right,” Bunbun replied. … right… it’s just a trip to electrical. Nothing I haven’t done before. She took a deep breath, adjusting her bandanna. The feel of fabric under her fingers was comforting. I can do this. Squaring her shoulders, she marched right to the back of the room. The light from the hall didn’t reach the quietly humming machinery. The flickering bulbs above didn’t give her much confidence. But she only had one task. Swinging open the door to the calibrator, she was more than a little shocked. For starters, two of the rotating knobs seemed frozen in place. The top knob was the only one rotating lazily. A brief flash of yellow on the sensor strips was her only signal that anything was working at all. What in the milky way’s arms is going on here? She thought, baffled. Her brows furrowed as she shuffled through her old tech knowledge. In every modern ship she’d seen, all three of the knobs would spin in sync. Calibrating was as easy as just waiting for the sensor strips to flash and slapping a button. With old ships, tasks were often a little needlessly complicated. So… following this line of thinking…  Hesitantly, Bunbun raised a hand to the top knob. She watched it spin lazily, the yellow sensor light flashing and dimming as it aligned. One rotation… two… three… on the fourth, she finally tapped the button. A dull click left it frozen in an aligned position. With an unoiled squeak, the knob below it started spinning. The same pattern of flashing and dimming resumed, just a little faster. Bunbun let out a relieved sigh. Ok, yeah. She got it now. She just had to align them one by one. That, she could do.

                                              ===+===+===

After a few tries and some error, Bunbun smiled at the “plink!” of a task finished from her tablet. All three sensor strips glowed a triumphant yellow as she shut the panel. “We’re all done here!” she called, heading back towards the doorway. “I think you’re-” A sudden shuffling and the slap of boots on metal floor cut off the rest of her announcement. By the time she got to the door, she only managed to snatch a blur of blue slipping into storage. “... good to go…” she mumbled to herself. She stared at the empty hall silently for a minute. He really doesn’t wait on anything, does he? She thought bleakly. But hey. At least he’d moved away from the door instead of through it. She might’ve had more problems on her hands than walking alone to lunch. 

Tucking her tablet under her arm, she started off towards the caf. The old halls were both familiar and strange. All SKELD ships looked the same, and yet… each was different. At least, in some respects. She wondered if she’d spend the same brief time on this one as she had on every other SKELD. Her mind wandered quietly as she passed through storage. Though, the closer she got to the caf, the more she heard voices. The friendly sort of voices. Hesitating in the doorway let her see who they belonged to. Spread among the tables were all her crewmates. Lemon and Junior were chatting happily with Nanner at the table closest on the left. Laser and Rose were holding hands at the closest right table as they munched on their food. Silk and Groud were watching contentedly from the middle table, with River occupying a table on his own in the back. They were certainly a lively looking bunch. But the atmosphere in the room was warm. Warm and friendly. Bunbun felt a smile rise to her cheeks as she stepped into the room. Several of her crewmates greeted her, Nanner and Lemon excitedly waving her over to their table. One or two days in, and her fellows were already treating her like family. Her grin widened as she plopped down, happy to dig in to a fresh PBJ and a slew of conversation. 

Yeah. She could get used to this SKELD. She really hoped she’d stay for awhile.

[danger-xylophones]

205th boyos

These are all OC’s referenced in the Ice General series. It’s here so I can remember who is who and I figured that I’d post it in case some people wanted to read it (Tumblr keeps fucking up my formatting on mobile, anyone else having issues?)

The Veterans

Commander Fritz (CC-4290)

Been the commander since the start of the war

Considered charismatic 

Thinks he’s suave (hint: he isn’t)

Have you ever seen the video of the guy kicking his boot up on a gate and then getting launched back by a bull set to “All Star”? That’s him. He’s the smarmy prick who kicked his boot up (Ice is the bull)

He lives for the silver fox look (though he doesn’t quite pull it off)

His hair is never brushed though it is always kept clean (no lice here, thank you)

Was the first among the Veterans to get the ‘Freedom’ tattoo (on the back of his neck, across the middle)

Has a bit of a temper on him but it’s rare that he lets it manifest. Ice is one of the few that recognize when he’s getting pissed off

Can you say ‘protective’? Because he’s protective

Competitive when it comes to sass (It’s seen the most with Ice)

Prefers a Z-6 blaster cannon to pistols though he rarely gets to use one as a Commander

His armor is dinged up in so many places it’s ridiculous

Has had to be saved multiple times because he has a pension for getting blown up 

The design on his armor is nothing special. Teal chevrons on his arms and his torso pointing down. His helmet has two stripes of teal down it (like Echo’s helmet)

He elects not to wear his kama or pauldron, thinks they’re unnecessary (Ice doesn’t get on him for being out of uniform)

Is always ready to deal with the chaos that seems to follow Ice

Is the big brother of the 205th 

(May or may not have worked with Ice to arrange weekly clone cuddle parties)

(May or may not have invited Rex to join in on one to hold Ice at her mot vulnerable)

Hopeless romantic though he has no game 

(He’s the biggest supporter for Rex and Ice, already planned the wedding and picked out baby names)

Lieutenant Jekyll (CT-4501)

Stalwart 

He’s on the serious side though is prone to jokes when in the company of Fritz, Hyde, and Ice

Fancies himself the expert on the reg manuals

He gets a kick out of intimidating shinies with his knowledge

Kept his hair in the traditional manner, hates to have a strand out of place

He’s the one that picks up after Fritz and Ice

His armor is immaculate; scrubbed regularly and he works to knock out the dents. 

Loves to wear his kama and pauldron as a not so subtle way to show off

His armor is painted in neat, straight teal lines with a star under a crescent on his helmet

His tattoo is located on his left wrist

Sergeant Hyde (CT-4502)

The exact opposite of Jekyll

This boy is the definition of lawful evil

His hair is also never brushed

Is a redhead

He’s got so many scars from so many years of doing stupid shit

Hyde and Jekyll were batch mates and then ended up in the same squad (much to Jekyll’s chagrin)

Would stab as a warning

Gets along well with Ice

Was the one to name her that

His armor is dinged up in so many places jfc 

Doesn’t have many markings on it besides the star over an inverted crescent on his helmet

His tattoo is linear along his right forearm

Field Medic Bolt (CT-1053)

Imagine Tech, imagine Kix and smash them together

This is the sassiest clone in the 205th

Takes his job super seriously, you get even the slightest bump and he’s hounding you

Bizarre fascination with fish. He doesn’t know where it came from and neither do his brothers. 

But, if you want to know about the aquatic lifeforms of any planet, he’s your guy

Looks like a cinnamon roll but could kill you

The youngest of the veterans, his hair is also in the natural style though it is shaved more closely (He and Boom look the most alike)

Soft-spoken most of the time 

Fond of star-cherries (Ice may or may not sneak some into the barracks whenever she can to ensure she stays in the medics good graces

His tattoo is across the top of his left shoulder blade

Armor is plain aside from the medic insignia and a teal v on his helmet

Captain Empio (CT-5893) - rewriting

Looks like he could kill you and would actually kill you

Mute most of the time, he only talks to his troops and his general  

Conversation is tedious and he doesn’t like it

Ice knows this so she assigns him primarily stealth missions

Comes across as arrogant to most

Often questions the war and why it’s even happening, Ice and him meet up to have existential crises together

Shaved head to show off his tattoo behind his left ear, linear

General Kerasch’s captain until Jjannex 1

Has a long scar running down the length of his back from Jjannex 1

The Shinies

Boom (CT-7833)

Resident arsonist

He’s a flirt but like...a nervous flirt

Talks a big game but can’t play

Is an awkward sweetheart 

Keeps his hair short because he may or may not have almost caught it on fire one too many times

Codex (CT-6000)

BABEY 

Also SHY

She’s a pilot and she’s a fucking nerd

Loves history, tries her damnedest to learn an entire planet’s history before she starts fighting

Her hair is pretty short and black and really curly when she grows it out 

Once let Ice put extensions in her hair and she braided it and then she proceeded to pretend she was her padawan

Hyde still jokingly calls her ‘Padawan learner Codex’ from time to time

Is one of three that is always able to find Ice’s lightsabers when she drops them (Fritz and Empio are the others)

Codex is Ice’s daughter and you will not fucking touch her.

Steals Snake from Ice fairly often

Was the first besides Fritz to learn about her general’s relationship status

Collects flowers to give to Ice all the time, she keeps them as long as she can (within reason) 

She’s very affectionate

A big hugger

ARC’s

Fritz

Jekyll

Generals

The Ice General

She’s 23 at the start of the clone wars

Trained under Ki-Adi Mundi as a padawan starting at age 13, was selected by him rather than assigned to

Known for her stoicism during battle 

And from day to day

Considered one of the more elusive Jedi

Not much is known about her

Rex witnesses her cracking jokes with Commander Fritz

Also has a tattoo

Dual lightsabers 

Cares very little about the tedium of titles, preferring to be called ‘Ice’ over her name or title

Has adopted a tooka she named Snake that stays aboard the Innovator or in the barracks or her room in the temple

General Vladi Karesch - rewriting

Battle of Jjannex 1

Born on Coruscant

Blond hair with striking green eyes

On the shorter side

He trained under Pong Krell before being knighted at the very start of the war to aid his fellow Padawan Ice in leading the 205th

A sensitive guy with a lot of passion for life. 

He had a fondness for Ice (they’d arrived at the temple around the same time and were sorted into the same clan) and was delighted to work with her

Valued his title as peacekeeper, was conflicted about becoming a general

[apictureisapoemwithoutwords]

Be Careful That Which You Request.

“Eat the damn food!” Ӓr’kān’s growl is low, tone gravelly. 

Ears and connecting fins pull back in her impatience, as he thrusts the plate with a fish across the bar top. At the hungry, stubborn moron sitting beside them. 

“Bought it ‘so you’d fuckin’ eat an’ quit gawkin’ at my supper.” 

Ӓr’kān speaks, before going on to chow down on their own Giant Redlina, about almost done. As she observes Śhadō who is quiet again. 

This time peering at the extra plate. Like the dead aquatic, grew two more head’s. Right before those beautiful shiny black faded dark emerald green and peach-pink eyes.

It’s taken Ӓr’kān a moment to figure out the differences in their species’ ways of expressing things. More so than it was even close to hard trying to understand the Lepíspterón language, with no working translation between their species. 

Again, just another of the million reasons to love being an Aquatic, Ӓkˈtäˈpəd. It took their species little to learn unfamiliar languages, and almost all of them were pronounceable through their speech.

The Lepíspterón Tribe, Pectō Victima, or at least this single-member named Śhadō wasn’t doing half bad himself. He still stumbled on Ӓkˈtäˈpə words that had no equivalent translation in his dialect or any dialect or primary language known to their species; as far as either was aware of...

Śhadō’s antennae pulled up in alert, then drew backwards towards their false feather scale pony. Before he pulled them closer to his head, in mock anger; antennae almost now hidden in the feathers.

The period of silence broke between them as he spoke up in his native dialect. “Śhadō will take no such-”

… Making it even more fun for this Aquatic when their Insectoid attempted to mimic whatever Ӓr’kān attempted to say. And what she’d said was uncivilized. Something about the Lepíspterón or his thieving Moth subgroup or even his war made siblings and Śhadō; even as  stuck up and nasty hearted as he’d described his culture as did not have in their native tongue. 

“- fuck’ing actions!” and finished in Ӓkˈtäˈpə, with his upper lip stretched up over sharp, serrated black teeth; to bear his annoyance, rather than any genuine anger directed at Ӓr’kān. 

Which reminded him of the species Se​la​kē; whose Kiŋdəm had been to the right of her own. A best friend in honourment of their species they’ve not seen since forced to flee their home and all those she loved.

Looking as the Pectō Victima’s stunned silence in the wake of being thrown off by the show of affection and hospitality’s had warned off. Ӓr’kān prepared for the shit storm he will throw in its wake. 

Affection had been something shocking to learn Śhadō nor any of his species held a previous history. It was just everything Ӓr’kān grew up on had been about devotion, tenderness and the respect between family and for your people. She had felt as if he had been the only one of their species to have an ugly and dark side.

Even with her Octopade parents not being as prevalent within his life. They’d always had her older Octopade sibling to love him, and then she got to love a wonderful little codling sibling. When everything Ӓr’kān had ever held, gone. It was the Ratz who had taken that job of comfort and affection. Before that dark hole devoured everything, creating this being, this them they called, Bounty Hunter Ӓr’kān.  

Although, after having learned about what Lepíspterón’s siblings were like, what one had done to him and with all the stories forced fed into making Pectō Victima who he is today. On top of Śhadō's personality, engraving betrayal, from his own family. It was no wonder the chaotic, nasty, fluffy gremlin did not understand what it was like to have anybody genuinely care about them. Or to sprinkle you with pleasant things without needing that suspicion of ulterior motives connected to keep you alive.

Though, in all the time that this Ӓkˈtäˈpəd had known them. Never stopped Śhadō from being someone with an abundance of love to give. And for somebody who’d never known it existed or experienced it. The crazy bastard’s reverence and care for his insect pets were some of the deepest of ties. 

Ties, Ӓr’kān has only ever seen between Ӓkˈtäˈpəd Ŕȯiəl siblings. It went beyond the willingness to die or live to protect and love them and to think this overgrown moth did it all for these tiny squishy unintelligent creatures.

It is too bad for everybody else. - Notably, those Śhadō defined as Humanoid, which was everything and anybody. Something Ӓr’kān is slowly trying to fix, as they had no idea what that species is. Outside, the fairy tales told in space of a horrible cryptic race that as far as anybody knows doesn’t even exist. - Were not worthy of that love, them being included it seemed for some universal awful reason.

So it is a splendid thing Ӓr’kān, thought, she defied all common logic and universal truths and could be just as stupidly obstinate as he ~ or just plain stupid, depends on whoever you asked. That he knew the two of them would work. If nothing else, she’d become the only friend this grumpy killer thief has ever or may ever have to trust.

Snarling back at Śhadō; which is not a normal sound for a Ӓkˈtäˈpəd, and had been something she’d picked up aboard Ratz. Ӓr’kān spoke up, “Fine, starve, I’ll eat yo’r food too,” and turned away to do just that. As he bluntly ignored the most adorable sound Ӓr’kān’s ever heard. 

An offended high pitched squeaking or squeaking for any reason should be illegal. They should have the right to arrest, detain and devour Śhadō in -

Thoughts of unholiness screeched to a halt. As a large, warm, looming body shoved Ӓr’kān aside. Forcing her to grip the other side of the bar top, to keep from falling off the stool. 

“HaA’A~” 

Their voice pitching high, choked off mid surprise, as three cool metal digits from the thief’s prosthetic arm wrapped around their wrist, moving her hand away from Ӓr’kān’s mouth. 

All eight of their eyes attempted to see what the other was doing. But Śhadō’s magnificent form blocked their view. He could only sense a heavy rhythmic heat ghosting over her hand for a split moment, before. …

The noise of flesh and tendons being torn, bone being crushed covered the atmospheric sounds of the shady Bounty bar they were in.   

Alerting not only the other living things, but Ӓr’kān. Before the sickening splosh of blood pouring over-the-counter cuts off the rest of the room, daring to continue on with what they’re doing. 

At first, the Aquatics whole being is in shock with the actions of Śhadō. The pain hasn’t really caught up to him, and then it does, and the scream sticks to the rear of Ӓr’kān’s throat. Along with the failure of words, at having a piece of themselves stolen, with the fish she’d been holding.

It’s not until Śhadō’s noisily devouring his meal filters in. That Ӓr’kān’s wide eyes dart up from the missing extremity to glance at their companion. Whose lightly furred black cheeks bulge with his fresh mouthful. Lips, chin and parts of the omnivorous moth’s cheeks stained in the purple essence of a Ӓkˈtäˈpəd’s bodily existence, that she snaps out of their stunned silence.

“THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?” The screech of vocals a decibel close enough to shatter glass.

Śhadō jumps, large four wings spreading out slightly as their chest puffs out to make them look larger, as their eyes widen in shock, antennae now laying across their head and tucked away in their plumes in aggression. Looking close to jumping right through, Ӓrˈ’kān; who craves nothing more at this moment than beat the other into a gory pulp, before revising that plan.

She brought this upon himself challenging a being as twisted up inside like this.  

Instead, they concentrate on the original issue. 

Vocals low and gravely again, yet still yelled in anger. “GIVE THAT BACK!” All thoughts to why the Bounty Hunter would not wish the piece back far from their thoughts.

The six-foot beast towering over their barley 5’11 height, even standing a stool away, is back to chewing contentedly. Looking so very proud of himself at the moment. That has Ӓrˈkān rendered speechless, again. Before reeling back, repulsed. As Śhadō takes the fish and their extra webbed finger bits. Wrapped in his long tubular tongue and rolls it out to reveal to all those who are observing.

“Y’r’an animal.” The words are, however, tainted with affection rather than any anger or disgust that should rightfully be there. But . . .

Ӓrˈkān understands. Not only is this like some adorable display of pride, that knows no term of interpretation for, but it’s also a display of glory to this war created creature. 

Of course, there’s no reaction to her words. As they place the meal back where it belongs and promptly swallowed; as earlier demanded of Śhadō.

It’s twisted, they know, to consider Lepíspterón’s display as a form of love. Expressing that now Ӓr’kān belongs to Śhadō, as well.

Putting information down here again, to keep above clean. 

We are not even going to pretend we are going to make the prompts for Halloween, anymore. Just no time. 

So, today’s pretend prompt is Fights, Food, Shady Business, Moths and Octopus. ;)

There are my IZ created OC’s for my Au’s. They both have detailed species bios. More so for my Moth child.

Meet X Prinˈses Ӓr’kānia, known now as Bounty Hunter Ӓr’kān - Of the species Ӓkˈtäˈpəd from an Aquatic planet called, Süər. Using She/Him/Them pronouns. Affiliated with The Resisty, The Resistance & The Bounty Association.  

And their trusty Moth menace Śhadō, of the insectoid species Lepíspterón, born within the War Bred Tribe Pectō Victima. Off their homeworld forest, Hālünä on a rainforest planet called Tsəlaveh. Refers to self as Male. Affiliated with nobody except Bounty Hunter Ӓr’kān and Folk Healer Green Witch X-invader Kravis. Occupation Thief and Murder.

Thinking of adding a short character bio for them here, and a summary of their species.

[dogboytits]

2 and 7 between Miasma, Cajja, and Seabury! Also Dandai and Church if I'm not asking way too much chdnfjdvdj

HEEHOO OK... YES... these are two REALLY fun questions and im v excited abt them!! ok lets go

2) What is the OC’s house like? Lots of plants, spacious/cozy, built for comfort/built for function, etc.

My oc world isnt too crazy in terms of fantasy stuff and honestly my ideal home is "a humble house or apartment" so most of my ocs dont have terribly interesting houses, as a warning lmao but

Miasma- hmmm.. I think Miamsa lives near a river. Kaprosuchus are thought to have mostly been land predators instead of aquatic ones, but I think Miasma still likes to soak in the water now and then. As for the house itself… I’m honestly pretty unsure. Miasma’s whole deal is pretty up in the air so I’m not totally sure what kind of house she would like, but something medium sized, with cushiony couches and chairs. Lots of natural lighting, and a number of house plants. A cozy and not super fancy house.

Cajja- Cajja and Balthasar have a medium sized home together. It's pretty basic and humble, but they are both very happy with it. They're both pretty tall (Cajja is 6'3 and Balthasar is 6'5) and they both take up a lot of room- Cajja with his snail shell and tail, and Balthasar with his shark tail, so they've had to make some adjustments and renovations to their house to deal with this. Like larger doorways, a bigger bathroom, and, for Balthasar, a large outdoor bath tub enclosed by wooden walls. The outdoor bath also features shelves for products, and a couple of benches for sitting. They also have their pet cat which they adore, and they both spoil the hell out of their cat. so they have numerous cat trees, beds, scratching pads, and toys around for their kitty :) (who i still need to draw!! I want to draw kitty cat)

Seabury- Seabury currently lives in a dorm room, which is on the smaller side. He does, however, have a personal bathroom inside his dorm, which he very much appreciates. He lives here with one other person- maybe Alioth?? I'm honestly not sure. But they have a bunk bed, and two desks- one for each person. Seabury's childhood home and where their parents live however, is a lot more interesting. Seabury's home town is a fishing town inhabited mostly by sea dragons. Most of the houses of the town are smaller wooden homes that are out over the water, standing up on poles to keep them dry. But since sea dragons obviously enjoy swimming, they also have a downstairs / basement section of their homes, which are actually underwater. These parts of the homes are much more natural looking, with furniture mostly being like rocks covered with moss and things like that. I'm not TOTALLY sure how it all works, but. hopefully thats a good enough answer lol

Dandai- Dandai lives in a pretty small and rinky dink apartment near where they work, (like biking distance) but more outside of town. The like economy and whatever in my oc world is better than it is irl, but even so the kind of apartments one can afford with a job working at McDonald’s are not exactly high class lmao. Dandai doesn’t mind it though, and they keep their living space very clean and tidy. They also have a number of house plants- about 4 or 5. They would like to get more, but fear that they wouldn’t be able to take care of them all. Dandai really treasures their plants, and taking care of the plants reminds Dandai to take care of themself, too :]

Church- Church also has a pretty small apartment, although its a bit bigger and nicer than Dandai’s. They also live relatively close to where they work (Church and Dandai work down the street from each other). Church doesn’t really care a whole lot about their living space- they’re content with it the way it is, and they don’t really long for a bigger one or anything like that. Their apartment is very very messy. It’s not like disgusting, there isn’t rotting food lying around and they wash the dishes and do laundry and stuff, but there is very little order to where they store all their things, and there have certainly been times where the dishes got… a bit behind. Church would like house plants, but every time they buy them, Church forgets to take care of them and they die. The one exception, however, is a small jade plant which is a present from Dandai. Church hasn’t had the jade plant for long so its yet to be seen if they will kill this one too, but for now, Church takes very good care of it.

7) What are the OC’s favorite smells? Scents of incense, foods, candles, plants, etc.

Miasma- I think Miasma really likes vanilla and other smells similar to it… I guess vanilla is technically floral, but in general I don’t think they like floral scents. More like, baked bread. Like… homey smells? You know?

Cajja- I was literally so stuck on this one and I’m still not really happy with my answer here but I’m gonna say rain. Rain and like, roses, esp beach roses.

Seabury- No surprise here, but saltwater. Saltwater and like seafood- they absolutely love the smell of like Marlin steak or smoked parrotfish- a staple of their home region.

Dandai- Dandai is a big fan of the smell of pine, and like… dirt. Like, really rich soil. However, they also really like the smell of baked goods. They aren’t very good at cooking nor baking, however, so they prefer to get scented candles. Things like vanilla cupcake, cinnamon sticks, maple sugar, milk and honey, etc etc. They have a fairly sensitive sense of smell, however, so they’re pretty conservative with their scented candle usage. Oh, and they like the smell of freshly cleaned linens.

Church- Church really likes the smell of pine as well, and they also like the smell of moss. They prefer natural, earthy scents, things you would smell on a walk through the forest. While this isn’t technically a smell, I guess, they also really enjoy like a cool breeze at night. Maybe it’s just me, but that kinda has a distinct smell. Like how water has different “flavors” depending on the temperature? Church also really likes the smells of some of their favorite foods- steak, hamburger, and kielbasa.

[bellarxse]

Get to know: Cesca Joyce (TMOHB)

100 Questions (https://the-moon-dust-writings.tumblr.com/post/159843387908/100-oc-questions) to get to know Cesca Joyce, MC in The Motion of Heavenly Bodies

1.    How do they present themselves to others? Soft femme – she has had the importance of femininity and her appearance drilled into her from an early age by her mother, but she has withdrawn from the idea of high-maintenance femininity as much as she feels she can

2.    Do they like animals? Cats and marine life. She doesn’t like dogs.

3.    How do they dress? Often as casual as she can manage, and often in something which hides her chest.

4.    How many language do they know? Fluent in English and German. proficient in French. Likes to watch K-dramas with subs, so she can pick up on the odd phrase now.

5.    How big is their family? Parents divorced. Two full siblings, two paternal half-siblings.

6.    What is their purpose in the story? Uh..they’re the main character. Ha. No, Cesca’s “arc”, such as it is at this point, is going to be about the importance of recognising and pursuing your own desires rather than letting people tell you what you should want.

7.    Do they know how to fight? The extent of her knowledge is basically that you should tuck your thumb into your fist if you throw a punch. That’s basically it.

8.    What is their back story? Distant father (working in international finance), mother (thwarted model, pregnant too young and unable to cope) at home with children she never wanted in the first place. She wants them to be the successes she never was, to shine with radiance that blinds the world. Sarah, their first daughter, is genial and hard-working but painfully plain, and the youngest, Alice, is manipulative and cruel, and looks it. But sweet little Franze, with her angelic curls and innocent blue eyes? Yes, she will do nicely. But it isn’t long before she rebels. Skinned knees and grubby hands (“Mutti, look what I found!”), and a profound disinterest in how to make herself more beautiful. So Julia tries again, taking away her rocks and microscopes and replacing them with vanities and lotions and potions, until Franze is a dejected little doll – almost literally, listless and lifeless. A teacher at school flags up “Cesca’s” (Franze’s) behaviour as being a “concern”, and threatens to involve child protection services. But how could it possibly be a concern? This is what little girls are supposed to be like.

9.    Why is their name their name? Conceived on holiday in France – and it’s generally considered an upper middle-class name in both countries

10.Do they have any nicknames? Francesca (anglicised), Franze (German diminutive), Cesca (English diminutive – her favourite), C (school friends)

11.Do they have a romantic interest? …I mean, yeah, that’s the point – but that would be telling. So instead, let’s talk about her only other long-term relationship, Julian, when they were both 17. A son of Father’s friend—and Father is friends with some of the best society has to offer, he’s told her himself—he is sure of himself and charismatic enough to make Cesca believe it as well. She thinks he loves her, though he only ever really loved chasing her, and she cries when he breaks up with her, not one week after they had had sex for the first time.

12.How do they cope with struggles? At work, depends on the struggle. She tries to judge carefully what the best course of action would be – either she’ll take some time away to let it simmer; or she’ll keep at it until she finds another way in. In her personal life, she avoids whatever she can get away with.

13.Do they have anyone they can lean on? More than she knows – she’s never tested it with anyone else other than Sarah. She isn’t always sure how her friends feel about her, not truly, especially after she is selected to go on the show without them.

14.How do they react to someone dying? Lot of numbness. She can seem insensitive or uncaring, but it takes a while for it to sink in.

15.Can you name 5 personality traits they have? Reserved, analytical, emotionally perceptive, avoidant, sensitive

16.How did they become a character? Because I was fed-up of the S3 MC being just different flavours of the same bold, confident person. I mean, it’s a CYOA game, there aren’t exactly many opportunities to feed in complex hopes/wants/fears, but even the S2 MC could choose to be “cool and mysterious” or “all out”.

17.Do they get along with others? She often chooses the path of least resistance – so often people think they get on with her better than they actually do, because she isn’t always honest with how she feels about things or people

18.What flaws do they have? Arrogant (mostly at work), naïve, perfectionist, practical, rigorous/over-zealous

19.How do they influence the story? A little too spoiler-y for now…

20.What do they look like? Honey blonde curls (usually pinned back), blue eyes, 5’ 3”. Quite pale, even after weeks in the Spanish sun – it would take a lot more time and effort for her to tan. Some freckles, but not many. Looks delicate at first blush, but is deceptively strong for her build. Bottom hourglass.

21.What are their hobbies? Collecting and listening to old vinyl records. Swimming and free diving.

22.What are their ticks? She blushes at the drop of a hat, and she bites her lip. She doesn’t intend it to come off as sexual or flirty (quite the opposite) but people don’t believe her.

23.Do they like children? If you ask her, she’ll laugh and tell you no, loudly. But Sarah has just had twin boys, and Cesca thinks that she might just die for them anyway, even if they don’t need her to.

24.How do they react to being around wild animals? Aquatic animals – loves it, very affectionate/serene (even when she went cage diving with sharks). Land animals? More of a mixed reaction, depending on how physically large/imposing they are.

25.If they were given the task to prank someone, who would it be, what would they do and would it work? She doesn’t so much prank people as plot to ruin their lives, particularly careers.

26.Do they have survival skills? Not really – her mother didn’t think it was necessary for girls, and she has thrown herself into science since.

27.Are they more book smart or street smart? More socially savvy than she gives herself credit for, but mostly book smart

28.How do they get out of a difficult situation? Depends on the situation. In a dangerous situation, she will call for help. In a socially awkward position, she’s like to use her looks to get out of the situation (e.g. sending someone off to get her a drink from the bar and then disappearing into the crowd). In a romantic situation, she’d use her intellect and talk through in excruciating detail why they’re not compatible.

29.Do they use their body, mind, personality or force to get what they want? See 28

30.What music do they enjoy? Older music, from the 1960s-1980s (90s at a push). She does like some more modern things, but usually if they’re either drawing inspiration from older trends or europop. Trashy Europop is a guilty pleasure of hers.

31.How do they overcome obstacles? Grit and determination, mostly.

32.When faced with a difficult decision do they get stronger or break? At work, stronger. Emotionally, she’s never fully broken down but she’s come close a few times.

33.Do they have any special powers? Just her brain.

34.How do they change throughout the story? She gets a little more assertive in articulating what she wants – but there will still be some room for growth

35.Do they have any friends? If so, are they close knit? Two close friends from school, who would do anything she asked of them (in terms of emotional support), but she is too scared to ask them. So their friendship appears more superficial than it actually is, in terms of what they do together

36.How is their family life? She only really sees her older sister. She avoids Alice (younger full-sister) like the plague and doesn’t make an effort to see her father’s new family. Will basically shut down if she has to see her mother. Christmas is not a happy time for her.

37.Are they likable? I certainly think so, but she’s my ambitious little alien baby so…

38.Are they the hero, or anti-hero? Depends on your viewpoint – certainly some of her “competitors” wouldn’t see her as the hero…!

39.Do they make questionable choices? I mean, we’ll see.

40.How do they become who they are? Through putting her head down and ploughing on. Ultimately running away from…

41.How was their childhood? …being made to feel like the only thing that mattered were her looks. Her mother tried to enter her for pageants and the like, and it was actually one of the terms of the divorce – her father wouldn’t give her mother any alimony if she made Cesca compete in anything like that.

42.Are they close with anyone who is going to screw them over? Again, we’ll see, don’t want to get into plot elements too much…!

43.How do they adapt to different situations? Do they adapt at all? She adapts because she has to, but she’s not particularly good at it.

44.How do they speak? (e.g. soft-spoken, hot-headed, vulgar) Usually soft-spoken, which makes a genuine laugh all the more startling.

45.Are they opposed to violence? There’s something about having been raised to be a good girl and knowing how people should behave in polite society which makes taboos like violence more exciting.

46.When is their birthday? 1st January 1997

47.Are they quick to judge? She tries not to, but she can make snap judgements based on appearances or actions that she finds hard to shake

48.Do they have anything they are trying to hide from others? How she doesn’t like being complimented on her looks, because they just wouldn’t understand.

49.Do they act different around different people? She is much more confident around her work colleagues, because she feels like she can show off her processes, rather than dumb herself down for people. She is very reserved around people she doesn’t know well and most of her family.

50.Do they enjoy the arts? Not a huge fan of reading, unless it’s science-related. Loves music, especially on vinyl. Likes films, usually action/thriller/horror.

51.Do they like science? Loves it. There’s a kind of beauty about it, about how it lets her order the world, and how she can see the world reflected in her microscope.

52.Are they more emotional or logical? I mean I don’t agree with the premise of the question, because it’s a false dichotomy, but she would say she’s more logical. Make of that what you will.

53.How do they deal with their emotions? Distraction tactics. Which means that there’s some stuff that she’s just…never dealt with. Massive issues with her mother.

54.How do they cope with sadness? She’s almost constantly sad, and she’s never really let the weight lift from her shoulders. It doesn’t bother her personally – it only really bothers people that care about her.

55.What is something they care about? She cares about the environment – she tries to be as sustainable as her budget allows, and she’s almost fanatical about saving water. (So she’s clean but she showers only as often as she needs to)

56.Would they die for anyone/anything? Probably her nephews.

57.What do they do when they are happy? Being happy looks very like being sad – she behaves much the same way, but she might fidget less or smile slightly.

58.How would they come across to other characters? E.g. messy, lazy, caring, childish Calm, shy (especially in the context of Love Island, since she doesn’t cope well with being flirted with overtly), clinical

59.Do they have a phrase they use over and over? No? Not yet, anyway

60.In a crowded room are they in the corners, sides or middle? She would gravitate to the sides, so that she can see everyone more clearly. If she’s with friends she trusts (and particularly if she’s had some alcohol) she’s not averse to being in the middle of the room, but it’s not her first option.

61.Are they comfortable being in a crowded room? She can find it overwhelming.

62.How do they relax? Listen to records, watch TV. She usually needs to relax by herself and “de-person” for a bit.

63.Have they ever harmed anyone and regretted it? Verbally or physically? She is usually the one to break off any budding relationships, usually before they become sexual. So for some of these early relationships, they were hurt because they thought she was really into them, but they were usually at an early enough stage that it was fairly minor emotional pain.

64.Do they like to dance? Not unless she’s drunk some alcohol. She doesn’t feel like her body moves very naturally, she needs her inhibitions to be much reduced before she even considers it.

65.How do they get around their environment? (vehicle use) She cycles a lot. She learned to drive when she was 17, but she’s a nervous driver and she doesn’t like it.

66.What about pet peeves? Loud chewers. It’s a sensory thing, she really doesn’t like it. Linked to this – people who talk with their mouths full constantly (she’ll allow it if you’re surprised or if you didn’t expect to be asked a question but if it’s your default? Get in the bin)

67.Do they have a disability? No.

68.How do they react to getting flowers? It depends on the person – if they’re someone who she would like to receive flowers from, it can make her month. If it’s from someone she wasn’t expecting, she can be a bit unsure of how to react – are they are thank you? Are they a proposition? She really doesn’t like receiving flowers from a “secret admirer” or something like that.

69.Would they ever wear a flower crown? Not usually, maybe for something like a wedding? And definitely not if she’s the only one.

70.Do they like themselves? Sometimes. She likes herself when she’s at work and successful. She usually likes herself when she spends time with friends. If she’s left on her own for too long she can start to doubt herself.

71.Who do they dislike? People who aren’t genuine/honest. People who focus on their appearance too much.

72.What is their motto? When she read “If I look back, I am lost.” in the first ASOIAF novel, she had to take a few minutes.

73.Do they have any markings on their body? A few minor scratches from falling off her bike a couple of times. Some freckles, more on her arms than her face.

74.Have they ever been abused? Physically, not at all. Emotionally? Most of her interactions with her mother and her sister are hostile in some way or another, and her father’s attitude can best be described as neglectful.

75.What is their biggest fear? Not to get too body horror about this, but her recurring nightmare is that she makes someone (and the person changes depending on what’s happening in her life) and they push/hit her and she’s hollow, or she smashes to the ground like porcelain.

76.What are their goals? She wants to finish her research into biodegradable plastic, and ideally start a second study to see if the same desired results can be achieved with fewer/cheaper resources.

77.How do they go about achieving their goals? She keeps her head down and ploughs on.

78.Do they have a fight or flight response? Yes, but she almost exclusively chooses to flee.

79.Is there someone in their life that they care about more than themselves? Her sister and her nephews. I don’t necessarily think that her having fewer people she cares about more than herself indicates that she’s selfish or overly arrogant. It’s just that her feelings are a little more subdued, so she doesn’t necessarily think about most people in that way.

80.How would they fare in a zombie apocalypse? Pretty badly, probably – unless she was in an area that hadn’t been affected yet, and she was able to work on a cure/”silver bullet”.

81.Do they have any tattoos? If so, are they significant? No, but she’s not averse to getting them. But if she gets one, she wants it to be significant, and she doesn’t want it to be linked to something that she might regret (like a relationship)

82.Are they good at mental math? Frighteningly so.

83.Do they get along with others? Again, she often takes the path of least resistance, so she seems to get along with lots of people, but she can get quite resentful.

84.Are they lazy? No

85.Are they self-motivated? Yes

86.How do they cope with anger? Short answer, she doesn’t. She was told from an early age that girls don’t get angry, and that means she struggles now to pinpoint when she is feeling angry. She often experiences other symptoms, like headaches or nausea, which she will treat instead of expressing herself.

87.Have they ever been in a situation where they were helpless? Physically, no – she’s been lucky. Emotionally – she felt helpless for a lot of her childhood, and then worries now about letting someone else make her feel helpless again.

88.Are they organized or messy? Pathologically organised – think Monica from Friends.

89.Can they remember a lot of information at once? In the right context, yes. At work, she’s like a machine, remembering formulae and compounds. In her personal life, she often gets overloaded. But she picks up on a lot, and it’s a sign that she likes you if she notices or remembers little details about you.

90.What is their occupation? Environmental scientist (specialising in chemistry, but her degree is in biochemistry).

91.Do other characters respect them? Yes, I think so. Especially at work, she’s seen as one of the key members of the team. In her personal life, it depends – she chooses friends carefully, and her friends respect her. Her father and siblings (aside from Alice) respect her more than she’s willing to notice. Her mother doesn’t, and Alice (younger full sister) loathes her.

92.If they were given minutes to live, what would they do? Who would they want to see and say? She would want to spend time with her sister. She wouldn’t want to talk about her feelings, but she would be more physically affectionate.

93.How do they deal with stress? Burying herself in work. Also, free diving is a good stress-reliever for her, because it requires so much of her concentration that she cannot afford to think about what is stressing her out.

94.Do they have a more submissive or dominant personality type? Depends – very dominant at work, less so among family and friends. I’ll cover NSFW stuff in a different post, but the short answer is, “it’s complicated”

95.Do they have a pet? No – she would like a cat, but she feels bad about leaving it in a London flat all day.

96.Do they have a stash of weapons? …no?

97.Where do they live? Who do they live with? She used to live in Putney with Ellie and Tina; now she lives alone in a small one-bedroom flat in Westminster that’s really meant for students.

98.How do they calm themselves down? Listening to music, staring at a wall. I’m a little worried that I’m making her sound crazy, but she can feel the tension leak out of her, and she can move on, at least in the short term.

99.Are they co-dependent? She makes an effort not to be – she is so affection- and touch-starved, though, that she is in danger of seeing another person as a source of self-worth.

100.                 Are they a day or night person? Day person – she wakes up very early (probably at about 5am), even when she doesn’t need to, and so she struggles with late nights. She isn’t usually smug about being an early bird, but she will let herself be a little more overt if there’s a particularly annoying Morgenmuffel…!

[cinnalock]

Benny-Marie full profile

((Like my previous OC profiles, this will be edited/added to as time goes on, though I’ll always put a timestamp with the most recent update!))

(picture by Amber Jin)

full name: Benny-Marie Liliveau

age: 19

birthday: September 10

height: 160cm

dorm: ???

grade/year: 3

likes: eating/food (particularly soul food), traveling, playing the trombone, shiny gemstones

dislikes: that she can't fully control her magic, mean people, cold weather, getting lost (which happens far too often)

TRIVIA

Benny's good at most magic categories, but she primarily excels in transformation/glamour and teleportation. She hasn't realized how proficient she is at the latter, though, as she often travels to different dimensions or universes without realizing she's left her world entirely.

Due to her lack of control, she has a reputation for being dim-witted. Although quite intelligent, she's often dismissed due to her short comings and few realize just how powerful she actually is.

As a norm, in her human form, Benny cannot swim. She can only swim when she transforms into something aquatic like a frog or a cat fish. Any attempt to traverse water in her human form has to contain inner tubes and arm floats; anything less is met with a lot of flailing and screaming on her part.

Benny is very kind-natured which is another factor in her not being taken seriously among her classmates. However, if she feels truly slighted by someone she's not afraid to get her hands dirty (both figuratively and literally). Only most 3rd years remember her being bullied in her first year before the top 5 offenders mysteriously disappeared with nothing but bloody scratch marks left over their dorm rooms. Since then, although dismissed and teased, none of the older students think of actually crossing her in fear of getting a visit from her "friends on the other side"; younger students are unaware of this past event, but most tend to listen to the others when they’re told not to mess with Benny too much.

Benny’s frequently seen with animal features. Although she’s never seen without raccoon ears, firefly antennae, and sharp buck teeth, it’s not unusual for her to occasionally sport something like an possum tail, moth wings, or be covered head to toe in reptile scales, though those usually disappear after a day or two. She’d also rather die than be seen without her alligator skull mask, though she might relent if she knows and likes the person well enough.

Benny’s favorite foods are beignets, fried okra, and jambalaya with big pieces of bell peppers. She’s also a bit of a coffee snob, only liking strong roasts; she likes blended coffee drinks well enough, but only if they’re advertised as a “granita” or “velvet ice” over ones from a certain big chain shop that she deems as “glorified milkshakes”.

((more to come))

PLAYLIST

"Kill the Lights"-The Birthday Massacre

"Honey"-Moby

"Wonderland"-Angela Via

"Pretty Little Psycho"-Porcelain Black

"Enjoy the Show (feat. Jacksepticeye)"-Nathan Sharp

"A New Way to Bleed (Photek Remix)"-Evanescence

"A Conversation with Death"-Khemmis

"Voodoo"-Godsmack

"Pit of Vipers"-Simon Curtis

"Nightmare"-Avenged Sevenfold

"Nothing Remains"-Andrew Stein

"Lose Control"-Evanescence

"Sweet Dreams"-Marilyn Manson

"Heathens"-twenty one pilots

"Fake It"-Seether

"Renegade"-Styx

"Crazy"-Gnarls Barkley

"Amaranth"-Nightwish

"Where is My Mind"-Yoav feat. Emily Browning

"Get Ur Freak On"-Missy Elliot feat. Nelly Furtado

[spinninginthespiral]

since i’m busy atm, here’s the current concepts of my toontown ocs so far with nhung being the only one with a name so far LMAO under the cut!

as their designs are planned to be human ocs for an original story about vietnamese-american espers i have, it’s likely there’ll be this running motif that the “good guys” are more likely to be girls w vietnamese names while the “bad guys” are more likely to be boys w white/western names too atm

Toons

🎲 (Toontown Central): Nhung runs Jest for Laughs down at Loopy Lane, but messes around and plays tricks on everyone more often; she has great pride in her skills like taking risks in any situation, which help earn a lot of jellybeans and notoriety for her. While she has intentions to keep things happy around Toontown, they’re more out of self-interest with just causing mischief for the fun of it.

Her design is based on the dice game bầu cua tôm cá, the spotted sika deer in the game (not to mention antler velvet is a thing in traditional medicine), and red velvet cake. Specializes in throw and/or drop gags, taking a gamble with their accuracy rates for strong attacks like her dice rolls.

🌊 (Donald’s Dock): A Toon who spends her time swimming and fishing among the currents of Donald’s Dock, she has practically become one with the water itself, adaptable to gracefully flow along with any situation to sweeping into thunderous, freezing fury when necessary. Ironically, she can seem very rigid and nervous when she’s out of her comfort zone (both metaphorically and literally) experiencing something new like a fish out of water.

Her design would either be based on Vietnamese water puppetry, beautiful fashion like this dress based on the Trần dynasty, and/or sailors and fishermen. Specializes in squirt gags as she thrives in sources of water and practically has hydrokinesis.

💐 (Daisy Gardens): A hardworking gardener cultivating plants around Toontown, she enjoys growing various plants to help the world’s atmosphere and anyone in need of some organic gags or fruits to have enough energy for the day. While she does sell her grown products to everyone, she always maintains affordable prices with the main goal to fairly distribute and trade stuff (she has to use the same jellybeans she earns to plant for her gardening after all gdjhfdj)!

Her design would be based on agricultural aspects of Vietnam, such as farming attire, traditional flowers and fruits, etc. Specializes in toon-up gags as her green thumb has helped flowers, organic gag trees, and Toons flourish alike.

🎵 (Minnie’s Melodyland): A prodigy in the musical arts, this Toon is invested in honing her skills to conduct and play songs powerful enough to bring forth any emotion she wishes. While she likes using her instruments to revive the Laff in fellow Toons with her gardening friend, she also has a hidden side of screaming ear-wrenching nightmares to make cogs explode instantaneously.

Her design would be based on musical instruments (I’m personally debating on whether to focus on modern western instruments, traditional Vietnamese instruments, or both), along with possibly including singing like karaoke, especially as that’s an activity done with friends! Specializes in sound gags, as she’s always ready to let loose and unleash powerful death metal explosions.

⛸️ (The Brrrgh): A strong contender in the local ice skating competitions, this Toon enjoys friendly competition and motivating herself and her friends to always improve. She admires her friend from Donald’s Dock the most in particular, astounded at her graceful aquatic talents practically gliding on the water surface without the need of skates or ice at all.

Her design would be based on snowy aesthetics, and I’m thinking of leaning mostly into the ice skating side of things... Specializes in lure gags, as they’re combined with her skating to show off hypnotic performances impossible to look away from.

✒️ (Donald’s Dreamland): A fantasizing Toon who runs Visible Ink down at Loopy Lane with Nhung for fun, she spends more time at her residence in Donald’s Dreamland (day)dreaming and writing in her dream diary with the sparkling pens in her possession. Loves sleeping to the soothing songs of her musical friend, but also respects and fears her skills in playing and screaming echos that can be heard across all of Toontown.

Her design would be based on dream diaries and ink, and may include toys as well. Specializes in trap gags, as they’re scattered around like toys that haven’t been cleaned up before bedtime, along with the fact the traps are effective without alarming sound gags interrupting her slumber along with the cogs’s as well.

Cogs

📞: A Telemarketer who frequents the streets and phone lines across Toontown, he carries a self-confident attitude talking to anyone and everyone to buy/invest in whatever Totally Reliable And Actually Existing Product he’s “selling” or just listen to him in general. However, Nhung is the only one who constantly disregards and makes fun of his schpiels with a bantering attitude instead, and thus annoys him to no end.

🌱: During an invasion, this Bean Counter descended into the streets of Daisy Gardens and was caught off guard by the great amount of colors in the local flora he had never seen before in the other streets. Deciding to investigate these strange lifeforms as vibrant and energetic as the Toons, he eventually became enamored with meticulously collecting jellybeans and growing them into full-fledged plants, even having his gardening activities approved of when showing off his creations like organic money trees.

🔪: Sharpening his blades down the streets of Polar Place, this Back Stabber has an arsenal of weaponry... his most prized being a pair of ice skates. In the beginning, he initially had a piercing interest in doing his job with as much efficiency as possible, and picked up skating with the intent to increase the speed of productivity and battles against the Toons. Now he enjoys skating to his own leisure and competing in ice skating battles more these days, but would be defensive and try to claim otherwise if questioned about it.

🧀: An absolute blockhead of a cog, this Big Cheese always acts like a hotshot with his former fame being a formidable high rank among the Bossbots, all while also deliberately sidestepping armor-piercing topics like his incapability to fly with the lack of a propeller, gaping holes in his head, lacking a group attack, and being considered the weakest tier 8 cog for traits like these. Even with the days of glory behind him, he still adamantly tries to keep up with the current trend of what’s “cool”, constantly jumping the Loan Sharks.

🎭: The combined forces, or more accurately, faces, of Double Talker and Two-Face parts melded together during a low resource day in the factories, these two brothers both strive to earn great acclaim and attention to prove themselves... but the thing is, they struggle with such drastically differing personalities, desired ways to achieve their goals, and the predicament of sharing a single body. Even though they oppose each other often, they still stick together and secretly admit the concept of having their own separate body and losing their brother would feel wrong in the end.