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liquidstar · 29 days

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april fools is over so now im going to be slash srs instead of slash j. im going to post a little excerpt from one of the oc writing practices ive been doing :) again im not super experienced for a variety of reasons but im doing my best here.

but im going to try and put my self conciousness to the side (thats probably an important part of the practice too, right?) since this isnt final version either way, i can just say im sharing a WIP! so for now it will go the way of most of my other oc stuff..... under the cut

the only context you need is that this would be the opening scene for the story. if i post others i'll have to give more context bc most of them are taken from the middle of something. anyway here goes:

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“I love you

I've loved you since the beginning

From when you were only stardust

To when you will rejoin the stars

When everyone will be together again

Understand, you don’t simply live in the universe

You are part of it, taking on a form uniquely alive

You are the universe giving love back to itself

I love you so much”

“Wait!!!”

A lone girl jolts awake, crying a plea into the empty air. Tears stream down her cheeks, as she calls for someone she doesn't know. Her heart aches with a nameless yearning that fades with the memory of her dream. Still, against her will, the emotions linger. A profound sense of love consumes her, an agonizing, grieving love, meant for her. She sighs and wipes away her tears. It was an absurd dream, a ridiculous notion.

As her conscious mind clears, she takes in her surroundings; a forest drowned in the pale blue light of dawn. Her sleeping bag, now encased in dew, was laid on the cold grass. She sits for a while, gazing at the faint sliver of the rising sun’s glow with an indistinct expression, and eventually stands up.

The lone girl begins her daily routine by braiding her hair. With a wave of her hand, she freezes dew on a rock, creating herself a mirror. Her fingers carefully weave her brown locks into a braid, now adorned with a snowflake clip and a scarlet ribbon. She throws on a long blue half-skirt over her shorts, matching her shirt. She forces on a pair of black boots and cuffs on her arm. Lastly, she grabs a moon-themed spear, and she's ready for the day.

Before setting off, she made sure to pack all her belongings, including her numerous hand-drawn maps and a compass. However, she also stops to look into the bag deeper, foolishly expecting to find something new. Instead, she only sighs, "Still no food."

She puts on the backpack and trudges forward anyway, ignoring the hunger pains as best she can. She hums to keep herself distracted.

As she walks, the trees tower above her, shrouding the horizon and taunting her. Birds occasionally fly into view, but seem to disappear in an instant. She wonders if her eyes are playing tricks on her.

The lone girl scribbles on her maps, trying to record a labyrinth of identical tree trunks and twisted paths. This proves useless, as this elliptical forest has her going in circles. Exasperated, she fidgets with her compass, only to see the needle is frantically twitching around. She presses it gently to her forehead and quietly complains, “Don't tell me you're broken…”

Her train of thought was cut short by the sudden sound of running water, so loud she can’t fathom how she’s only now begun to hear it. She decided to put off one problem for another. Following the sound through some shrubs, she quickly finds the source.

Her spear at the ready, she approaches the stream. Scanning its depths for signs of fish, she walks cautiously. Her posture was awkward, her expression was uncertain, betraying her lack of experience. She held her spear to her chest with both arms as she encroached the water’s edge.

She inhales in preparation, removes her skirt and boots, and enters the water with slow, careful steps. The very surface of the stream begins to freeze as it makes contact with her skin. Tiny, thin crystals of ice form as she steps further in. Breathing deeper, as she tries to control the frost, she makes her way to the center of the stream. She stands waiting for fish.

Rather than throwing her spear to hunt, like the intended purpose, she stabs at the water. She’s not good at this, however, and only ends up scaring other potential prey away. She makes several attempts at this but is unsuccessful each time. Refusing to quit, her repeated strikes become more desperate and uncoordinated with each failure. Her growing frustration only makes the water freeze deeper, eventually solidifying around her legs. She yelps, now in a panic, and begins to frantically stab at the ice to free herself.

A mess.

Escaping this ordeal, the lone girl abandons any further attempt at fishing. It probably isn't her calling anyway. She trudges on, lost, wet, cold, and hungry.

She looks at her compass again, her face reflecting in its glass. “You're broken,” she tiredly states, as she feels her eyes begin to well with tears.

“No! No no no! Don't cry! Don't cry Polaris,” The lone girl, Polaris, reassures herself, “Last time you cried you froze your eyelids shut, and that really hurt,” She whines aloud.

Polaris takes a deep breath, slaps her cheeks, and swallows her tears. She elects to follow the river, her only hope of escape, pursuing the promise of a village just beyond this enigmatic forest. She daydreams of a warm meal in a cozy restaurant, and maybe a cold desert too. A glimmer of determination returns to her stride, as she continues her hum from before.

#hi #finn's ocs #i dont know if ill make a writing tag of any kind im still wavering on it #and again its a wip its a draft of a draft and all that #but i did my best for what it is! even if itll be changed later #i tried to avoid exposition abt the powers in this part. thatll come up later in a convo w saiph so its more clear Why #but hopefully the fact that shes just freezing stuff just establishes that there is somekinda power/magic system even w/o details yet idk!#i wont be posting that any time soon tho. its from the same sort of chunk of writing but not as polished as the Polaris Forest Failure Comp #(spoilers for if i post more ig?) this idiot doesnt know shes in the forest that makes you lost lol #but yeah i tried. ok bye

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cinnamon-bat-art · 4 months

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Now, that's not what you want, right?

#Purugly #pokemon #pokemorph #anthro #furry #oc #my art #cinnamon art #I have yet to think of a name for this oc but thatll come later #i hope ;w;

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verflares · 12 days

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(guy who spent all night thinking about his zeldie au) good morning everypony hope everyone is having a good day today :]

#(it is afternoon)#i gotta do some doodles later i needta start getting my zelda design together bcus an image is coming together in my head...#i just need to remind myself that not Everything i draw and upload has to be rendered or even semi-rendered LOL #i wanna play around more with line weight and style so hopefully thatll be fun :] also zink. as always #personal.txt

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kaoharu · 1 month

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frolicking in the real world sorry guys

for now i hope you guys like this cool glass swan i saw at a dimsum place

#✧ chatting !#that picture is awful but i was rushing to take it cause we were leaving LOL #cousins are coming over to see me i think soon . . . . ive been busy greeting and hanging w family lol #i ate a bunch of good food !!!!!!#and got somecool presents for my family back home 👍👍 im excited #i hope they like them #i got my parents some cute mugs . . . and my sisters some cute figurine thingies #and i got this ?? thing u build. idk how to describe it but i cant wait to put it together i am going tk show it off to everyone LMAO #we also got some yummy bakery stuff . . . lots and lota of stuff yahooo #its been a good start of spring break 👍👍#i alos made some tentative plans w a friend later in the week so thatll be fun . . . !!!!!!

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the-holy-ghosted · 6 months

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*holding out my hands completely unbidden and unprompted*

Hey I heard y’all got ocs in here? Ocs hello?? Hot ocs in my area????

hi im gonna pretend i didnt get this asked to me by somebody else before i clicked a wrong button and tumblr erased the whole post. taking this unbiased opportunity to jump into these characters.

i have had these ocs for upwards of 7 or 8 years, who went untouched for a VERY long time before getting picked back up and refurbished as of about 2 years ago. it is with MUCH pride i tell you that they intertwine very deeply with a friend's own ocs (YOU!! WHO SENT THIS!!) and they've helped me build up these characters into something i'm incredibly proud of and ought to share by now

without further adieu: some pirates, some 19th century fantasy (a LOT of fucking fantasy), and like 8 years worth of worldbuilding that i am STILL not done with. enjoy

FIRST of all let me show you who we're working with:

Who the hell is that?

Leo Blackwater (he/him) - 56 yrs, 5'6'', 152 lbs

Captain of the ship The Eclipse.

Widower of 19 years. only recently decided to open his heart back up; she wanted him to be happy, after all. She's a sensitive topic, even now. so any prodding or teasing on the matter of moving on will be met violently.

Bounty hunter. Smuggler. Doing pirate things, you see. Polite old dad, a warm personality to lure you into a false sense of security and turn you in for a pretty penny.

Disabled after a beam cracked and landed on his knee, breaking it. It never healed right, and hes slower for it, especially in old age. Despite this handicap making him more vulnerable, he does not carry much in the way of weapons.

Eldest of 6 siblings. Son of a humble small town fisherman; perhaps not all that glad for his son's criminality, but the money he sends home makes it forgiven.

Father of one, a daughter, captain of her own ship.

Formed his love for the sea at 18 on his father's fishing boat. Never much respect for the Navy proper. But, after being in the right place at the right time and earning the reward money for a highly wanted pirate, he started to get ideas...

Percius (Percy) Blackwater (they/them) - 48 yrs, 5'10'', 150 lbs

Younger sibling of Leo. 3rd child of 6.

Takes up a number of jobs on Eclipse. Took up the role of second in command after the passing of Mrs. Blackwater.

Respects and trusts their brother's choice in livelihood. Begged since they were young to let them sail with him. Didn't realize what it entailed until they were already aboard.

Unmarried. They're a bit busy right now.

Willing to be called uncle by their beloved niece, for lack of a better word.

Betelgeuse Blackwater (she/her) - 30 yrs, 6'5'', 240 lbs

Captain of The Starlight, all-female crew.

Bounty hunter. Smuggler. Learned her way of living from her parents.

Inherited her face and density from her father, nothing else. Prone to brute force rather than wit and cunning. This works for her just fine.

Quite awkward, if she likes you.

Eldest (and favorite) grandchild, an only child, a totally different woman if you see her around family. Towers over father, but makes herself small for a kiss hello.

Was only about 7 or 8 when her mother passed. She remembers what little she has of her fondly, and greets her kindly when she looks in a mirror.

So whats going on?

What a funny question!!! I got no clue. But I'll start by explaining a little worldbuilding lore (cringe explination incoming):

There is magic in this universe. Not one that's denied or marveled at, but exists as much as everything else you dont pay attention to around you. Its as real as gravity. It's a honed skill in some, frowned upon by others, used unwisely by a small (but not unheard of) few. Magic makes itself present in a number of ways; it's hard to find written rules of these things unless you know precisely what you want and what you believe in. In many areas, some small towns appear to be protected by nameless elements and energies. It's more often that you find individuals who put in the work to harness their beliefs into something tangible, all calling their faiths and abilities something different from each other. Again, its not unheard of for individuals to use these abilities for their own poor intentions. If someone like Leo is lucky, bagging a Magic user is worth every ounce of hassle it takes. He seems to get away with feats like this often, though port authority fears him enough not to ask how. The Blackwaters won't admit foul play, though, if you're in the right town listening to the right gossip, you might hear a rumor or two about Betelgeuse's warm touch and a spitfire attitude when shes angry.

So whats up with Leo?

hehehehe.

As aforementioned, Leo has recently made himself a bachelor. He has no shortage of acquaintances and colleagues in his line of business. His demeanor, if you trust it, is very welcoming to new colleagues. He's not looking for something to jump too quickly into, he's happy to take things slow as he navigates romance again after so long.

And then he captures Roark.

Roark Renshaw (he/him) - 68 yrs, 6'6'', 250 lbs (CREATION OF @skelelephant)

World's worst man.

Captain of The Red Hound, took this position by force at the age of 21. The crew that remained after his mutiny had naught the will to defy him, choosing to follow out of curiosity more than anything else afterward.

Professional menace. High-seas whore. Good old fashioned murderer, committer of pirate crimes as you'd imagine. Terribly smug about it.

Unknown origin, unknown motive. He cropped up out of thin air and has made himself a name to be feared ever since, doing a service to the red flag The Hound flies.

For all his force, he is not one easily captured. For all his reputation, he is reckless. He caught Leo at a bad time, unfortunately.

Roark is a household name among most port towns, wanted dead or alive for the better half of his life by the Navy. His nature is not unlike that of a rabid dog, compared often to his ship's namesake. It is a state of being that none have been able to tame him out of, not by any rotating carousel of lovers he finds among port towns or the enemies he finds in equal amount, and one that gives the bounty over his head a lot of zeros. One that Leo, for all his skill, saw as a pipe dream. Leo knew of him, certainly. Roark has been on his radar since before his wife's passing- they'd spoken of capturing him fondly, joked about like some impossible fantasy. But for all his reputation comes bad habits that lower his guard when he needs it most. Stumbling drunkenly out of a tavern one evening, docked unknowingly at the same port as The Eclipse, he is disarmed and captured before he knows it.

This is a victory unheard of. It seems only fitting that Leo Blackwater would bag him, Roark having not expected to meet his match in such a mild man. Before the crew of The Hound have enough notice, Eclipse sails off to deposit the dog that is Roark Renshaw to the navy for a glorious execution, and an even more glorious reward. Leo has the gall to boast this to his prisoner, who seems almost humored. Hes quite charming when hes disarmed, a feature of his that seeps into the cracks of Leo's resolve and that itch the loneliness that he had yet to satisfy. Hes dangerous even with his hands tied.

This is what solidifies Leo's decision to turn him in. A man who so loved to be chased and so loved the rotten attention he recieved, who needed to be put down. It was a thrill, though, to capture the hound himself and be one of few to ever do so. To be revered as Roarks captor would make one want to do it all over again.

By luck or by the hunger for chase that gnawed on Roark and Leo's ribs, Roark finds the moment to escape as hes being escorted off the ship. Leo, notably, makes a piss poor attempt at catching him.

Seen as a dire fluke from the outside, the captains know it was on purpose. They've found themselves amidst a game of cat and mouse, that gives them a small purpose for at least a little while. You bond very closely when trying to kill each other, you know!

So what's their deal?

Well, their deal is that they *make* a deal.

Though Roark might be a big fish in their career pond, he is not the only one. Eventually, always eventually, there is another to challenge Roark's reputation. He wants the pirate out of his way, and Leo could always use another bounty. But hes slippery... moreso than Roark, who lets himself into Leo's jaws on purpose.

So... an alliance is formed. Temporary, of course, they split this bounty and part ways. So they say. But Roark is a charming man, and fulfills the loneliness and search for companionship that Leo wanted... and Leo is collected and steady, more than the majority of Roark's colleagues. They stand out to each other. They're comfortable. Attached.

So... after the bounty is collected they choose not to end their truce. Spend more time together. Work together exceptionally well. Balance each other out, in a way.

So they're together?

GAY AS CAN BE, BABY.

probably the only existing drawing of them Together despite how much we both draw them seperately.

Their alliance spills over into something... fond. Affectionate, even. A few meetups at a port town turn into a lot more working together peacefully. This leads to some... interesting wires to cross between their own respective enemies, interesting wires between one another. They get to know each other very personally in some strenuous circumstances.

Anyways! Now that they're on the table, I feel a little more comfortable to talk about them more. Draw them more. Answer some questions, if anybody has any. I did leave a lot open-ended...

#the heron giveth #the heron speaketh #the heron heareth #trifecta just for good measure #the heron's ocs #i guess thatll be my oc tag now #ANYWAYS. HIIIIIII hes been a long time coming mr blackwater sir #and his darling normal family #worked for a couple days on this i guess its as good as an introduction can get. i can always post more lore and drawings later #would be suuuuuch a shame if people sent me asks. about them. asking quastions. so i can post more about them #and for the love of GOD eveyrbody give erin some attention for roark hes my FAVORITEST BOY. IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD #and erin is my favoritest canadian in the whole wide world. which means they deserve all the attention they can get #im very glad to see leo's progress over being a minor villain in a different overarching story to like. his own little guy. hes a guy now #hes so important to me. put so much of myself in him. i love him so much i hope others will too

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apollotronica · 2 months

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APOLLO CAN U TELL ME ABOUR ON E OF UR OCS.. i was thinkin about how hearing u talk ab them kinda inspired me to actually pick my projects back up and also i think they r sick as helll :3 pretty pleaase ? ./NF!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

OKAY SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO REPLY I WAS STUCK IN THE LABRYNTH (i couldnt decide which oc to talk about) BUT i relauzed i havent really talkrd about hiiro at all on here :3 EVERYTHING UNDER CUT and ill format it like i formatted the buwan post :3

this hiiro (left image most recent) ignore thr typology on the right its outdated

fun facts :3

likes: warm cloudy weather, bright lights, computers and technology, large cities, classic literature, anatomy and neurology, strong flavors, squid ink pasta

dislikes: most people, sunny days, manual labor, following orders, bland food, going outside, trains and train stations, getting wet

nationality: japanese

relatives: (adoptive) mother and father, elder sister (pacchi, 2 years older), younger sister (heru, 3 years younger)

early life (sort of???) (cw child injury/neglect, bullying, ableism?)

disclaimer i havent Fully fleshed out its backstory so this will just be a large summary of . stuff that Occured

hiiro and his sisters were put up for adoption almost immediately after heru was born (hiiro being 3, pacchi being 5) and they took turns taking care of her bcuz their parents were too "busy" to hire babysitters. hiiro and pacchi got into a fight while heru (like toddler age atp) tried to break them up. because hiiro has always been quick to anger and sort of physical, when heru tried to intervene his first instinct was to push her as hard as he could while yelling at her to stay out of it, it doesnt involve her . errmm aftermath of that argument was . heru got permenant brain damage and hiiro and pacchis relationship Completely broke apart :[ aww womp womp . Ok fast forward . heru is homeschooled by a tutor and hiiro and pacchi are both in junior high. pacchi is popular and friendly and pretty, but her grades are lacking . hiiro has always been incredibly smart (even though pacchi is 2 years older, he skipped a school year or two and is in her same year), but his social life is miserable . because of his temper and Overall Unfriendliness he was put in separate classes away from his peers where he was the only student under a teacher who didnt care about hiiro or Pretty much anything . it wasnt seen often but when he Was seen he was beat up n bullied relentlessly n followed home , so a lot of the time he spent nights hidden in the school or in damp alleys because he didnt want to lead anyone dangerous back to pacchi and heru . when he Was home pacchi ignored him and heru would try to make conversation but hiiro was Pretty much entirely nonverbal during their school years . at home hiiro drew and wrote and played like anyone else his age but bcuz hiiro looked different and sounded different and acted different it ended up outcast and alienated :[ womp womp

career ??

aaaanyway yada yada hiiro graduates early n basically disappears into researching neurology n brains n Specifically how theyre "programmed" , they end up lowkey kidnapping a couple people to experiment on them w a janky "neuroprogramming" device that, once hes sure is Safe To Use , hiiro uses on itself :3 the way proples brains show up on the device isnt like an mri or anything , the way it shoes up actually Depends on the person so sometimes itll be a short rpg or lines of code or Minesweeper and because hiiro Made the device they can decipher what each brain thing means and collects data based off that . but because what he does is Very illegal the government eventually tracks him down and forces it to work w them or theyll Krill him .

fun facts part Two :3

hiiro has only had alcohol Once and despite being of legal age they were kicked out for looking too young . he cant hold his liquor

he frequents a gaming cafe and knows all the staff by name but is too embarrassed to be seen in front of other people , so it rents out the whole cafe when it wants to go

hiiro has 3 cats and they are all Huge

after he Reappeared hiiro actually reconnected w his sisters and visits them as often as possible . Its not very affectionate at all though

i actually made his voice claim miyashita yuu . the songs where hes louder and yelling r more what i was thinking at the time , but i think miyayuu's soft speaking voice works as well

all the sleeves on their sweaters are slightly tethered and frayed because he fidgets with them while working . the right sleeve is more torn than the left

he doodles in his free time and has posted a couple oneshots on obscure manga forums . they dont keep up with them but one of them ended up getting really popular

hiiro Loves scifi . his entire apartment is decorated in super lame and obscure scifi anime posters and figures

THANKIES !!!

#☆ apollo answers #artpollo #dude this is so . messy #again i Havent fleshed out jis story much i just have main points But i hope i explained well ... hes so awrsome #apollos ocs #hiiro okashi #theyre albino btw smilr #i ws thinking ab adding mor e to his story cuz rn its kinda BOOOORRRIIIIINNNGGGG but i have no other ideas ...#hiiro was aldo a dnagan oc . ult neuroprogrammet #r #whatever #i coudve talked about like ccheck or cross but thatll come later methinkd #Anyway . enjoy hi.#m #im so tired i need a nap #hi lyria

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ragnar0c · 2 months

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Called my friend and we drew today.

I like Enid's colors.

Bonus: Cute Lope...

#i like drawing with others... now that i think about it... doing it with someone around to talk to about it is why i got into it #one of the very first times i started drawing my sis came back from school and asked to draw too and we drew together #its :]#ragna thumbnails #ragna ramblings #eoc: Enid #they are very calm in this comic because A: Its later in the timeline and B: They are thinking really hard about smt so....#they are cute :3 #i would at some point like to draw him looking more masculine but i think thatll come as they age too.#another bit with Tank and Enid is that Enid looks in their early 20s and Tank looks like hes in his late 30s #(they are only 2 years apart)

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gaywiththesauce · 8 months

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Oh No...

RenGiyuu, Heavy Angst, >1K words, Unedited

Giyuu barely registered the words when they hit the air.

"Flame Hashira is facing an upper moon! He needs assistance!"

Giyuu suspected that the call from his crow was another attempt to face Kyojuro again. Things were tense after the meeting with that boy, Tanjiro. Kyojuro second-handedly threatened Nezuko and Tanjiro. He suggested they kill the two kids Giyuu was putting his life on the line for.

A day of avoidance on Giyuu's part and Kyojuro seeking him out with tea reconciled their relationship. Giyuu remembered his words exactly.

Kyojuro smiled at him with that day-brightening smile, "I don't understand why you would want to die for a demon, but I won't ask you not to. I respect you, Giyuu. I won't bring harm her way." Giyuu only remembered nodding while he leaned his head on his shoulder.

He shook his head and ran to where his crow guided. Even as unlikely as it was for Kyojuro to fight an Upper Moon, he should get there quickly. He didn't want to keep Kyojuro waiting. The sun was rising on the horizon, peeking just a few rays of light enough to scare any demon into hiding.

He was wrong.

The smell was what caught him first. Strong, icy chills shook his body. The scent made him nauseous. Hundreds- no, thousands of bloods of victims stained the demon's scent with heavy oils. Giyuu made it to the clearing. There. Flame orange hair, a white haori licked at the edges with flames. Giyuu watched the moment Kyojuro fell to his knees.

Tanjiro was screaming, shouting. He's never heard the boy curse, let alone scold so cold-heartedly. He was crying. His sword was missing. The scent was retreating. Giyuu's breath hitched.

He was too late.

He stood at the treeline, unnoticed by the crowd of three slayers. Tanjiro walked over to Kyojuro and collapsed in front of him. The boy in the boar mask, Inosuke, stood still just nearby. Giyuu watched the blond walk over with Nezuko's box.

Giyuu ran over, stumbling over the uprooted grass that flew in chunks from the previous battle. He crouched down next to Kyojuro and checked over his injuries.

Oh...

Oh no...

"Tomioka?" Tanjiro croaked out from behind him. Giyuu didn't spare a glance behind him.

Giyuu looked at his chest. He looked through his chest. He raised a hesitant hand up to apply pressure. How could anyone apply pressure to a hole?

"Ah..." Kyojuro muttered, wide smile vacant as he barely tilted his head in Giyuu's direction. "Giyuu."

Giyuu met his eyes. Those eyes were hazy. Giyuu felt sick. His tongue was numb in his mouth. He grabbed Kyojuro's hand. It was cold.

Kyojuro's blink was longer than comfortable. He tried to cough, but had to settle for spitting up the blood that clogged his throat. "You're here."

Giyuu held his breath, "Yes."

Kyojuro smiled even wider, but it was so weak. Giyuu shook with fear. Kyojuro raised his cold hand to hold Giyuu's cheek, "I'll miss you."

There were so many things that Giyuu wanted to say. Don't give up. You'll be missed by everyone. Please don't die. I love you.

"Me too," Giyuu said the only words that he could. He held Kyojuro's hand against his cheek. He was so cold. His smile was dim. Clouds blocked the sun of his eyes. Kyojuro's eyes closed. Despite the light that beat down from the sky, Giyuu's sun set for the last time.

The finality of Kyojuro's life didn't set in until the infinite night cast a dark shadow over Giyuu. He was on patrol as if nothing happened. He had to act as if nothing happened with. not a single tear shed.

Giyuu would never see the sun again like how he did with Kyojuro smiling at him. The sun would never smile at him. It would never kiss him with the gentleness of rose petals gifted on a romantic holiday.

Eternal darkness was what his enemies suffered with, and now he did too. The sun is never as warm as it was with Kyojuro. The light will never calm him like it did at sunrise. The daylight was just another time of day. He can never appreciate the sun again.

Goodbye Kyojuro.

Goodbye Giyuu.

#did you think this was a Kyojuro lives au?#no thatll come later #this is the most I've written in two weeks. college is kicking my ass #saucy writes #kyojuro rengoku #giyuu tomioka #rengiyuu #tw death #tw mcd #tw blood #tw depressing thoughts #tw corpse #tw dead body #just in case #angst #i made myself sad #unedited #bed time

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donexmiras · 9 months

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the menace themelves

#theres also something else about the redesign but thatll come later #but i had to snatch their eyebrows to pull of the dead eyes #momo #doodle

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cuppajj · 2 years

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Hopefully you don't mind questions but who's Aftertouch?

Ok so - I've been sleeping on Aftertouch for so long because I for some reason feel like I need to have a DESIGN for my ocs before I talk about them, but considering Aftertouch is important to Drillburst's, Glare's, and Pimpernel/Scotta's stories I'll just share ahead of time. Who cares if you don't know what he fully looks like!!!

Aftertouch of the Pious Pools is a high-ranking Autobot, loyal to the cause but notoriously empathetic. He's well mannered in speech and presentation, incredibly patient, and understanding toward his crew, which has made him a well respected commander. He has a love for music and literature, and plays the piano in his free time.

He's a triple changer who turns into a jet as well as a submarine. He's also a loadbearer, and while his armor stands at 40 feet tall, he's actually no bigger than 16 feet. In his true form, he transforms into a seaplane!

Before the war, he was a student at the Jihaxian Academy of Advanced Technology, learning how to use his outlier ability: he can read the emotions and sense the thoughts of any cybertronian when resting his hand on them (think mantis from gotg). He used to be unable to control his ability, sensing the mind-grating feelings and thoughts of everyone he walked past, but once he learned to tame his ability, he decided to use it to help others by becoming a therapist. His dream was to play the piano for his patients as they talked through their problems together, creating a soothing sound-based environment. However, come the war, he found himself drafted into the Autobots; and after proving himself to be a remarkable force to be reckoned with over the course of millennia, Aftertouch was gifted special loadbearer armor and appointed to among the highest positions an Autobot could have: commander of an entire fleet.

Aftertouch’s ship is called the Truthful Reclaim. It’s a little smaller than the Lost Light, but it’s still very huge. It has a hangar for smaller ships, a training deck, crew cabins, and other things that constitute a battleship. It’s top of the class in armor and firepower, but it’s not as fast. Therefore, it’s flanked by smaller destroyer ships that defend it in battle.

Aftertouch's mission is to quell Decepticon fleets and hunt down highly dangerous Autobot enemies, above all elite Decepticons (postwar, he fights fleets who have gone rogue and hunts elite Decepticons who have not yet accepted the end of the war). He and his special team are equipped with state of the art capture and stasis technology, and to date have brought dozens of high-risk Decepticons to the justice of Autobot command. His fame, or notoriety, marked him as an important target among the Decepticons.

While he's feared by many, Aftertouch is loved and respected by his crew. A notable Autobot under him is Pimpernel, an intelligent and kind mechanic whose occasional cluelessness adds to her charm. He's one of two who know that she's an organic in a suit; in fact, it was he who found her on Nebulos, alone and unaware of her surroundings. Since then, he has taken her under his wing, and assisted her in adapting to Cybertronian life. Aware of her fragility, he assigned her to mechanic duty aboard his ship, where he could always keep an eye on her. Another notable Autobot is Glare, a notorious ex-Decepticon in the process of atoning for his history of carnage. Glare was assigned to him by Autobot command to monitor with caution, given a special order to neutralize him if he proved too unruly or dangerous. Sympathetic and aware of Glare's softened spark, Aftertouch has never found it in himself to have to follow through.

While he may be a duty-bound commander and a powerful force, he's a soft-sparked therapist deep down. He still hopes that one day he can return to the dream he had before the war, but until the firm grip of Autobot high command loosens, he remains a powerhouse of deep space.

In Drillburst's story, he's the one who helps him learn to control his explosive outlier ability and channel it outward instead of inward :D

#aftertouch is like the only oc where his lore has come before his design #hes over a year old. almost two years #thats how fuckin old he is adsfksjfdjkkdf #*checks calendar* oh shit drill turned 2 on the 28th wow already?? damn!#but yeah ive always thought about him but for the longest time his design has just. not been coming to me #vague ideas at best #he has a mask and his palette is white/lime/blue/gold #his wings turn into the submarine fins #his head is kinda tarn/sen shockwave shaped #and thats it #skdfjskf #i dont know what it is about him #im thinking he might be a bit important to my ex cityspeaker oc whom im yet to talk about but thatll come later #i also need to talk about the ex cityspeaker #who is probably worse as i have most of the lore but no design and not even a final NAME yet skdfkdjfh #my brain stretches only so far #anyway #cjj askbox #cjj ocs #transformers oc #lovely anon #he was probably friends w glitch/damus if im bein honest #in a way theyre kinda like counterparts

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