#tripwire oc

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[TRIPWIRE] Chassis Monad, best racer in Neo Elysium

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Ya’ll know how this goes…

NSFW under thy cut!!

Yippee, my first nsfw

I like it 50/50

I think-

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Been a hot minute since I’ve been on here, but I scribbled these down and figured I’d share! This is my first fully-formed clone squad known as Shatter Squad. The Shatter Squad is within the 501st, if that wasn't clear by the color. Some of those in the squad are transfers, such as Bonesaw and the twins (Tripwire and Deadbeat), while the others were put into the squad from the get-go. Some of these designs aren't exactly all in the same timeframe during their story. For example, Trip's design is actually a future version of him, while the others are mostly when the squad was freshly put together. Confusing? Yeah. I'm just a tad lazy and didn't want to change it lol I have some basic info down below of some of the members, if you want to have a read. If not, I hope you liked the doodles!

Coil is the leader of the squad, but I haven't decided on a rank for him yet. He's a pretty serious guy most of the time. On the rare occasion that they have extended downtime or go to 79's, he's much more loose and open to jokes. He got his name when someone from his batch complained about him being "tightly wound like a coil". It stuck. Bonesaw is a medic, and a damn good one at that. He is actually pretty snarky, sarcastic, and so, so very smug. When he's actually peeved at someone though he has a great resting bitch face. He enjoys verbally tearing into someone if they've done something stupid and got injured for it. A nat-born medic called him Bonesaw once because of his very good ability to verbally maul someone. Kept the name because he thought it was badass. Tripwire is the team's trap-setter and infiltration-leader. Very efficient in his work- super thorough and good at shifting plans on the fly. His name was originally Livewire, but it ended up shifting to Tripwire because he is prone to being "tripped" when someone hits a nerve. He's Deadbeat's twin (they were made in the same decanting chamber). (Bit of a note here regarding his future stuff. His eye is made out of recycled assassin droid parts and both of his forearms have been replaced with prostheses. I won't get into spoiler lore because...that'd be no fun. I'll write it out eventually but until then, my lips are sealed.) Deadbeat is the team's heavy weapons guy, with the Z-6 rotary blaster cannon being his firearm of choice. The poor guy can't stand shinies: they ask him too many questions, and he hates how arrogant most of them end up being. His name was given to him as a joke, and he was too indifferent towards it to look for a replacement.

Flint is the team's electronics expert. Absolutely a prodigy when it comes to tech and loves to tinker whenever he can. His name comes from his ability to go from kind and soft to prickly and sharp. Most of the time he's pretty passive and complacent, but if he's worn down enough he'll make jabs at pretty much anyone. He can only take so much shit from people before he'll throw self restraint out the window and fire back. Oh, and he's also an ARC trooper- so there's that.

Bombshell is the final member of the team, and is the explosives expert (note, he does already have a post of his own, so you can go and check that out if you want). Anyway, he's blue-yellow colorblind and this has led to a few funny moments during his time as a shiny. He got his name when Bonesaw made a comment that he was practically a factory with the amount of bombshells he kept dropping on the team. He liked the word, so he took it and kept it as his name.

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freehand animation. slowly getting back into making small gifs like this

[mikiruma]

4 2 23

havin a seat

(help us with our car bill this month)

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TRIP (JOHNSON) - FULL INFORMATION

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D.O.B & AGE

2001, June 30th, 22 years of age

PLACE OF BIRTH

The Mainland, Riveria.

ETHNICITY

Italian & Scottish

PRONOUNS & ORIENTATION

He/She , Bigender

LANGUAGES SPOKEN

Gaelic, English & French

FULL NAME & TITLE

Known as ‘Trip’. Or ‘Tripwire’.

FIRST NAME

Johnson

MIDDLE NAME

Stein

LAST NAME

O’reily

ALIAS + NICKNAMES

‘Tripwire’ , ‘Trip’ , ‘The Devil Himself’.

EXTRA

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HEIGHT

6’2

EYES

Hazelnut / Chestnut Brown

HAIR

Long brown hair which goes down to his shoulders, typically not tied up.

BODY

Slim, athletic, muscular, broad shoulders, strong grip, ‘piano’ fingers, calloused hands.

NOTABLE FEATURES

A scar that goes down his spine all the way to his mid-lower back, a stubble of a beard on his face, sleeves are usually rolled up his arms, scars along his hands and arms.

physical disorders & physical health

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DISORDERS:

ADHD, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Minor Depression, ODD.

PHYSICAL HEALTH:

Well, very in shape, eats healthy, goes for runs, does exercise daily, drinks a lot of water and takes care of himself.

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positive traits

Kind and caring, always aware of situations, sympathetic, understanding and honest.

negative traits

Oblivious nature, hot-headed, overthinks, easily stressed and not very understanding towards peoples tones of voices.

personality synopsis. 

Trip is a very kind and ambitious individual. He’s rather smart and very intelligent in the areas of engineering. He’s rather understanding and sympathetic, as well as comforting. He knows between right and wrong and knows when it’s the right time. He’s also very stealthy and tends to be rather chaotic, causing trouble for everyone. However, due to this factor and this factor alone, 4 years ago he was cast out of the Mainland, however, he promised to come back and quote: Bring Hell with him. This is exactly what he did. He came back after 4 years and got his revenge on all those who wronged him. He’s very feared amongst most and will not hesitate to pick a fight with anyone who opposes him. Most Mainlanders know to stay away from this man as quoted: He will curse you with his ‘evil’. However, this is far from the truth. He’s not like most Mainlanders and instead, he’s rather determined and easily motivated and will never back down from a fight. To most Mainlanders he’s known as; ‘The Devil Himself’.

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Likes.

Liam, Rouge, airships, blimps, engineering, studying, researching, weaponry, telling stories.

Dislikes.

Those who have wronged him.

Habits.

Overstating the simple things, using dramatic hand motions, referring to himself as; ‘The Devil You Forgot’.

Hobbies.

Researching, engineering, weapon making, sketching out new ideas, writing, literature.

skills.

Engineering, literature, intelligence

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Mental Health:

Somewhere in the middle, not fully mentally well, but also not super mentally ill.

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OCCUPATION.

Engineer, Weapon Smith

SOCIAL STATUS.

Lower/Working Classed

  ....TW: MENTIONS OF THE DEVIL, HANGING AND DEATH….

Johnson was born in Mainland, Riveria on June 30th of 2001. He was brought up and raised by his older sister, Lilith who was unfortunately killed on April 15th of 2006 by a group of armed bandits. This event had caused Johnson to become an orphan. He lived in an orphanage up until the age of 18. At the age of 18, he ended up lashing out, causing him to use an ability he never knew he had. The ability to stop time. This caused the whole town of Riveria to stop for a few moments before he unfroze everyone. This also caused all Hell to break loose. For two days straight he was the talk of the town, until the mayor of Riveria had decided to cast the man out forever. However, he was not going out with a fight, he promised to come back with the devil by his side, and he did just that. 4 years later and he returns, it’s now 2023, there’s a new ruler of the Mainland, his name is Liam. When Johnson came back to the town of Riveria, he came up with a plan to kill the mayor of the town, which he did. The mayor was a black magic preacher who was killed by being strung up by a rope. Johnson then gained the nickname; Tripwire, or Trip for short, due to him tripping over tripwire and setting off a bomb the first week he came back to the Mainland. Regardless of these factors, he was very feared and clearly not the kind of man you would want to mess with. He was known as ‘The Devil Himself’ from that point onwards.

Faceclaim: Luke Pasqualino

Based heavily around the song: Hell's Comin' With Me.

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1, 3 and 4 for your OC of choice? :D

@sleepyforestbeast

Oooh, okaaay. Gonna combine the best of both worlds then since the kid's been on my mind, you're getting a Transformers OC. XD

Name: Tripwire Age: the equivalent of 17. He is baby. NOW ON TO THE QUESTIONS! 1. are they associated with a certain color? what color do they wear the most?

Surprisingly, yes. Tripwire is associated -- to me, at least -- with dark heather green and the colour of pale green quartzite, which I've seen labeled as 'glacial green'. He's albino, and with Cybertronians having grey-toned skin and going through rapid depigmentation when they die, I didn't want to make him be pale silver. So, instead, his skin has a slight pale green cast to it, that matches the blue-greenish tint to his eyes when he's in shadow. They're pink the rest of the time. As for what he WEARS...well, his armour is the aforementioned dark heather green, but in hard light holo mode, he tends to wear green and grey/black, usually something with plants printed on it. He likes plants.

3. weapon of choice? any particular reason they chose their weapon?

He's my little archer! Tripwire is scarily good with a bow, and uses a lightweight energy bow that was designed specifically for him as a '5th' (equivalent) nameday gift from Hot Rod. Considering Hot Rod is also the one that taught him how to use said bow, and Tripwire absolutely hates the high-pitched sounds that blasters make (and as a tiny hovercraft ATV he is WAY too small for effective hand-to-hand against the much bigger bots), the bow was a very fitting gift for the just-out-of-toddlerdom Warborn. The handgrip/arrow shelf attaches to his arm, and when he needs to use it, he just pulls it off and clicks it on, and the upper and lower limbs 'grow' from the handgrip, along with the bowstring. The grip will also generate force arrows for him if he does not have access to real metal bolts, using his own electrical energy to create them. This isn't IDEAL, of course, since it drains him, but one does what one must. Damus upgraded the bow for him as he grew, so it would grow with him, and taught him how to aim for targets he could only feel, not see, as Damus' and Tripwire's energy abilities are similar enough that Damus could teach him how to manipulate his senses around electrical fields.

4. how crafty/resourceful are they?

He's a Warborn Cybertronian child, and like the very last generation before the War (Shockwave and Damus' generation) and *all* of the Warborn, he is an Outlier. By default, it means he's super resourceful, because society (and lack of it) was never going to help him survive. He was a toddler with Bee and Strongarm in the middle of a warzone. He knows what to do to survive by any means possible.

He is autistic, so his approach to being resourceful may not be what everyone expects, but generally, he gets the job done, and oftentimes better than how it would have been otherwise. He's very good with his hands, with making little things. Part of it comes from Damus being the adult he is most attached to, and since Damus and Shockwave are both Macgyver-pyros bad enough that they make Wheeljack and Brainstorm side-eye them when they're together...he's picked up quite a few things. He does enjoy making things, though he's found that he prefers making analog things, and in recent times, since discovering Earth and Cybertron's slow rejuvenation, he's found he likes working with wood. There's a lot you can make with wood that is easier for their limited society to deal with, since they don't currently have the infrastructure for a lot of heavy-duty metal construction (y'know, a planet basically dying and then being revived with pretty much nothing but dirt and ruins on its surface will DO THAT to a society), and he's secretly working on figuring out how to build looms, so they can maaaybe start figuring out textile production again, at least on a small, at-home scale.

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oc halloween challenge 2022 ⛧ day nine; the comedic relief

“Comedy and terror are closely tied in recreational terror. Comedy serves a double, paradoxical function in horror films; it creates both distance and proximity. Most notably, it produces the proverbial comic relief, the cessation of terror, thus providing the requisite distance to stave off terrorism at strategic points.” — Stephen Prince, The Horror Film

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for the!

🐁🎲👎🪄🪤🕐 pftc, banshee, piercing ash, petit ciel

ohhoHO

🐁 -

PFTC - It’s friend shaped too, I think. Squish shaped. Hug shaped. Banshee - Woman shaped. Pretty lady is very, er, curvy. Piercing Ash - Kicked cat. Small blorbo. Little wet creature. Ciel - Stress toy..deformable. Cool guy shaped

🎲-

oh boy i dont know much about this okay

PFTC - Cleric? Or thief. Banshee - Paladin. Piercing Ash - Druid. Ciel - Bard, or warrior.

👎-

PFTC - Not enough lore for this. Banshee - Most other machines in Hell. Piercing Ash - They don’t like anyone. Ciel - Another one of my troupe ocs, Quince. She doesn’t get along with anyone but Quince hates Ciel’s 3AM guitar playing and Ciel hates how she disrespects Grimm, among other things. They often have shouting matches.

🪄-

PFTC - They can goop their body around into different features somewhat, it’s considered fairly normal to those who know them. Banshee - Nothing but turning cherry pink when enraged instead of red. Piercing Ash - Weak mindreading, nobody knows about it because they’re unable to tell people and don’t even recognise it for what it is. Ciel - Grimm taught them how to play with fire, their flames are more blueish but they love it. It’s not normal and often garners them some attention when they use it on their guitar :)

🪤-

PFTC - Bones, probably. Insides in general, they like looking at them. Banshee - A lot, she’s kind of greedy. Money or status would be the most likely though. Piercing Ash - Their pack, they miss them a lot :C Ciel - Luxury. Of any kind.

🕐 -

PFTC - A lot..they make minor errors and get very embarrassed over them. Banshee - Letting the tech god experiment on her was a bad idea, she’d rather have said no to that. Piercing Ash - It’d have to be a lot more than ten minutes. Ciel - Similar to PFTC, he gets embarrassed a lot.

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he's what I call a scapegoat villain

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Gift for @retquits and his delightful Fields of Mistria OC Monroe!!!

Monroe had put in his paces as an adventurer. He was never the strongest or the fastest, but he'd survived being chased by charging iron bulls, never ending slimes dropping on him and his party mates from the ceiling, and one particularly, persistently, furious parrot.

But for all his endurance, THIS was the truest test of his limits.

Soreness burned like acid deep in his muscles as the hoe slipped from his palms. His knees finally gave up on him as he collapsed ungracefully onto his ass, chest heaving as he stared up into the big blue sky. 

He had hoped the conversion rate between a life of adventuring and a life of farming would be more favorable. Though to call what he did “adventuring” would be… somewhat inflated. Monroe sighed as old irritations and insecurities throbbed like war scars. Exhaustion did little to dull their claws. 

His vision shook as he distantly registered the passing of clouds. Ephemeral, wispy things, with disappearing edges that his double vision didn't do any favors in clarifying.

His eyelids grew heavy. The burn of the midday sun on his pale skin would surely make him regret resting HERE, in the middle of his field, of all places...

But the ten foot journey to shade was just too impossible for his thoroughly fatigued body. The soreness from earlier would surely be felt, if he could feel his legs at all. Despite the screaming light of the sun, the world went dark as exhaustion overtook him.

Like the jump between chapters in a book, he woke propped up in the cool shade of the leeward side of his house. Damp handkerchief lain across his forehead. Monroe’s skin was hot and tight across his cheeks, his neck, his forehead, in a way that would surely burn tomorrow. It didn’t keep a look of shock from stretching across his features when one burly, brunette, and very concerned farmer and neighbor jumped into his field of vision.

"HEEEEEY NEIGHBOR! Welcome back to the land of the living!" 

The boisterous boom of Hayden's voice cut sharply through the concern that wrought his features just a second earlier. Truly, was this man always so bursting with energy? At his age? Monroe wished he had half his vigor right now.

"Whhappn'd" Monroe slurred elegantly. His gloved hand plucked the damp cloth from his forehead and flipped it over to the cool side, as he pressed it to his neck, his cheeks, anywhere the coolness was sorely missed. Hayden handed him a flask of water, which he immediately tipped into his bone-dry mouth with gusto.

"Found you baking in the sun when I came by to ask if you wanted to split a bag of sugar! You were halfway to medium well before I got ya into the shade." Hayden chirped back in his characteristic jovial drawl, and punctuated with a firm clap on the shoulder that made Monroe choke mid-swig.

The two blustered as Monroe coughed water out of his windpipe and Hayden patted him on the back, apologizing for his carelessness. When Monroe’s lungs contained more air than water again and his back no longer stung from Hayden’s well intentioned, if hamfisted attempts to help, he let out a long, beleaguered sigh. 

“Thanks for checking in on me. Sorry for the trouble.”

Before Hayden could reply, Monroe stood, head hung, still a bit dizzy, and tottered away from Hayden from where he squatted in the dirt. 

“Hey it’s no trouble-” “You can stay if you want, I think I just need to rest a little longer.” Monroe cut him off. There was a sinking feeling in his gut, some part lingering fatigue, some part old, cruel voices and festering doubts that dug their claws into his mood. His ears rang from dehydration, and all it reminded him of was his own weakness. 

The ringing in his ears and the headache from the heat called to mind a concussion he sustained during his dungeon delving days. He was the only one on his team that didn’t notice the tripwire. It had been obvious enough to them that they felt no need to warn him about it, and that “obviousness” only emboldened their chastising afterwards when the ceiling came down as punishment for his clumsiness. The collapse cost them the promised loot, and a stone striking Monroe in the head cost him four days of wages in lost time. The shame still burned in his memory when he was alone with his thoughts at night. 

The soreness in his body was an even sore-er reminder of the dozens of times his role in the party was “pack mule”; not “sniper”, “tank”, “lockpick” or anything more involved than being a pair of hands to hold and feet to move. Sometimes packs were thrown at his feet with the expectation he’d pick them up, sometimes it was a “Watch the cart.” barked at him while he stood outside ruins and taverns, his only company the hired mule hitched to it. His “friends” handled the important business inside. 

Monroe’s feet grew heavier with each unpleasant memory. He barely registered Hayden’s “You oka-” before he was in the door, face down on his creaky, stiff bed. When the darkness takes him again, it’s at least a cooler, quieter one. 

IF YOU HAVEN'T LOOKED AT HIS FIELDS OF MISTRIA ART YET PLEASE DO!!!

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unstable fusion

[mikiruma]

tripwire coughing like a bitch on the vape

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Thanks for the tag @theaistired!

OC Fighting Tier list

Now, I've done this game before, so I'm gonna switch things up and redesign my Honor's Outcasts characters as if they were in a fighting game!

Izjik Meautammera

Health: 10

Strength: 9

Speed: 5

Armor: 3

Cunning: 2

Special Attack: Bite of the Bull Shark (Once per round, Izjik’s bite attack will automatically hit, regardless of armor or speed)

Weaknesses: Psychic damage and mind control spells

Idle Animation: Bouncing around like a prizefighter before a bout, constantly smiling and popping her knuckles. She occasionally offers the camera a choice selection of rude gestures, still smiling.

Sepo Kaiacynthus

Health: 8

Strength: 5

Speed: 10

Armor: 4

Cunning: 7

Special Attack: There He Goes (After a successful attack, Sepo goes invisible for five seconds. This is stackable.)

Weaknesses: Stunning effects and head injuries

Idle Animation: Almost sulking with his hands in his pockets. His eyes are locked on the camera, but he twitches at every little sound.

Twenari Undetasib

Health: 4

Strength: 1

Speed: 6

Armor: 9

Cunning: 10

Special Attack: Lyse Bomb (On a critical hit with a spell attack, every cell membrane in the target's body dissolves. The aftermath isn't pretty.)

Weaknesses: Melee combat and morbid curiosity

Idle Animation: She's reading a book distractedly until the light dims, so she creates her own light with a sigil. Briefly, a tiny sun flares into existence before she smiles sheepishly and tones it down.

Djek Kagura

Health: 5

Strength: 2

Speed: 9

Armor: 3

Cunning: 9

Special Attack: The Bigger They Are, the Harder They Fall (A shadowy tripwire can cause his opponent to go prone. All allies get advantage to hit because of this. The ability resets each round.)

Weaknesses: Arcane exhaustion and abandonment issues

Idle Animation: He flips a shadowy cat's cradle between his hands with a rakish grin until he suddenly drops it as the nausea from the spell hits him.

I'll tag @mysticstarlightduck @avidrambling @just-emis-blog @sableglass @chaotictravelerrants and anyone else who wants in :)

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Hey,

for the wips tag game. If you don't mind, could you elaborate on TBB Fic 17 some more? I haven't really been into Star Wars for years now, but that sounds as if stuff is about to go down/just went down and I'm definitely interested in that.

If you don't want to, that's fine, too. Don't feel pressured.

Ah yes, fic 17

Also recognised as ‘the trafficking fic’

Where Tech gets trafficked :3

Here’s a snippet!!

It had been a simple objective. Lift up the box, take a maximum of 7 steps outside, place the box down, then walk back inside, and return to datapad and ice-pack. But nooooo. No. That’s too easy. Too simple. Though what was he expecting? This was not Pabu. They were not protected by the Republic. And this was not an innocent civilian. Tech sighed softly, resting his head to the side. At least the floor was cool. His hands and feet were bound together, goggles having long been ripped from his face- though judging from the occasional clink and slide, they were somewhere in the back, the glass shattered and the whole thing out of his reach. The tape over his mouth clung tight against his skin, while the knot of the blindfold dug into the back of his head.

He tried shifting, only to receive a whack from, what he assumed to be, a cane. It was certainly a curious choice of weapon for a kidnapper, but this was turning out to be a quite successful operation, so who was he to judge?

Tech couldn’t do much but quietly listen to surrounding sounds from where he was, though he wasn’t Hunter. He couldn't just pinpoint his exact coordinates. However, he was able to pick up on the sound of a nasally vendor that they always had to walk by to get to the marauder- from the way his voice disappeared behind him, Tech could give a rough estimate to where he was. Though how long that estimate would last, greatly depended on how his circumstances changed.

As much as Tech despised being rescued, the feeling of being a burden on others made him want to hurl, he would do anything for someone to get him out of this situation- especially as the uneasy anxiety in his stomach continued to bubble. To the best of his ability, he tried to curl up, imaging he was anywhere but there.

But then for a moment, he could’ve sworn up and down he heard someone call out his name. Though this was only for a moment, which dissipated as the sound of the engine engulfed his senses, and the feeling of lift off left the planet, and his hope of rescue, behind.

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Later on there features my first clone OCs

Tripwire, Range, Quarter and Axel (these are older sketches)

Tripwire was named by @clownery-and-fuckery

It’s more me exploring darker themes in fanfiction using one of my favourite boys, while also exploring the rat’s relationship without Tech (this was started pre-season 3 and now I ignore season 3)

[nikosasaki]

TRIPWIRE ⭑ BOOGIE

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