Have my friend @gorgustube ’s dorohedoro OC, Kuze

Big man,,,,, I love

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You ever make an OC because you lack self control? Yeah,,, this is Shiba by the way

I got bored today and started writing something. Like and reblog if you want me to continue it, I suppose. I’m not sure whether I should expand on the universe or not. Anyways, tell me what you think!

Year 26

Among the people in the slums of Deviance, there were whispers of a boy nicknamed the Witch.

A boy of twenty, with shining twin pistols by his sides. The Witch, they called him, for they had no other name for a boy who would set the world on fire with a grin, or steal money at the drop of a hat without any detected movement.

A boy of shadows scared them, to no end.

Year 46

Among the people of a rotting city known as Deviance, there were rumors of a girl with hellfire in her eyes.

A girl of fifteen, with the burning embers of a torch in her hands. Ember, they liked to call her, for they had no name given by the spark of a girl nor did they want to regard a girl who would set them all ablaze with one scathing look anything near human.

Secrets will never stay secret; lies brought to life with the drop of a hat, and the twisting tale of the Witch and an Ember

//PROLOGUE//

   As dusk fell to night, the moon hidden behind storm-gray clouds, the criminals of the city appeared. Hunting, preying, watching their next targets; the runaway rich kids, the lost tourists, the easily manipulated new kids.

     The best criminals, though, stayed up during the day, when dirty streets were full of unsuspecting tourists and kids who thought they could get away with blending into the crowd. The best of the city’s forsaken were known as Deviants - those who deviated from the path of the Saints’, those who be accepted into no afterlife.

      A snow pale boy with sunken gray eyes slunk between the shadows, eyeing those who were dumb enough to walk near him. Didn’t they know who he was?

     With a bored sigh, he removed the silver butterfly knife from his boot, where it’d been unconcealed and meant to draw attention - and fear. He knew these streets like he knew his name, and he knew protection was a must. He twirled the knife between his fingers, tossing and spinning it to shine in the dim moonlight. It was enough to make the other undesirables stay away from him, despite them likely being up to even more undesirable business than himself.

The glimmering knife kept him entertained for a long while, wandering around the streets as if he was one of the lost runaways himself, who didn’t know anything beyond the confines of their old home. But he did. He knew exactly where he was going; he was just making it confusing for anyone stupid enough to follow him, give them the chance to give up and go home before anyone got hurt.

“Wandering again?” The pale boy heard from in front of him, spoken by a slightly shorter dirty blond boy leaning against the grimy brick wall of a long-since closed dive bar. The other boy was in a leather jacket, and black jeans that were practically hanging off his hips - like they were supposed to, the pale boy guessed.

The pale boy simply nodded in response, not trusting the vocal cords he hadn’t used in two weeks, and set the butterfly knife in his back pocket.

The blond boy seemed to anticipate his reaction and quickly pulled the pale boy’s arm before he could walk away. The pale boy knew he could escape if he wanted to, but he made no move. “You really should stop doing that. Nobody’s seen you in two weeks.”

“Obviously.” It was nearly impossible to hear, though that was manly because the pale boy would not show weakness to anyone in the form of af cracking voice. People associated him with quiet, anyway. He didn’t add anything to the statement.

“A lot has happened while you were gone.”

“Oh?”

“Kaisla Caster seems to have some news for you.”

one of my ocs

I guess this is the first time I post something that isn’t about Slenderverse.

Alright so.. That’s a drawing I made in my Online Art class, my teacher told us to draw someone and send it to her. So I just made a drawing about one of the OCs of my future book, Claire!

Well, I guess that’s it, I have 13 more OCs on the book and maybe I draw them later but I’m not sure. Well, hope ya’ll like it.

- M:A

Decanus Valerious is 24 and a fucking mess. No one really understands how he rose to the position of decanus but underneath his aloof, relaxed persona lies a bag of anxiety. His girlfriend is a vault dweller named Cherry who travels as a merchant. She supplies him with sunset sasparillas, the occasional cigarette and a lot of lovin’. They engage in very bad rp when she is captured by his men and brought in for “punishment” two of his men are onto their relationship but keep quiet.

He’s from old Mexico originally , is a red head and refuses to get a buzz cut. He’s 6’3, unironically a himbo and enjoys being read to. His time running a small camp allows him a lot of alone time in his office that he uses to his advantage. For a legionnaire he’s quite polite to profligates as long as they don’t stick around for too long. His favorite words are shit and Fuck. Hadrian, the prime legionary that gets assigned to Valerious’s camp is dead set on exposing his “degeneracy” jokes on him, Valerious’s men are fiercely loyal to their leader and pay no mind.

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