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OCs update

- Morté has a tiny butch girlfriend now

- Paint has a (currently undesigned) nb fae partner

- i made more reapers, ones gay, ones bi, they're dating (the gay one is komaeda kin)

- the voidborn actually have a canon explanation as to why they exist

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Intro to the Crystal Thieves

Just so you know these are in no way finished and still have a lot of developing to go i just want to get them down here

Sara/Thief:

The leader kinda

Makes good plans but terrible decisions

Gay as fuck

Dark past that she doesn't like to mention

Trying her best

Has human life value issues

Can get wrapped up in herself sometimes

Tamra/Medic

Tired ass medical student

Their driver and the girl in the chair

Only one who doesn't have a set outfit as she rarely actually goes on a mission

Muslim

Big mom friend energy

Stressed

Lost her lower right leg in an accident, still trying to adjust

Any wound she treats heals much faster than normal

Juzo

My personal favourite

Massively suicidal

Younger than she looks

History of depression and perfectionism

Fights with a staff cause anything else is a danger to her

Incredible immune system and adrenaline function

Very good at getting blood out of fabric

Drinks milk straight from the carton

Random crying

All the other thieves support her and its very happy

Ace demiromantic lesbian (she gay for Chroma)

Archer/(not yet named)

Elegance is her middle name

Autistic

Wears headphones almost constantly

African/japanese

Icarus

Small

A little shit

Incredibly distrusting but if he likes you he will die for you

Trans guy (not on T yet)

Gravity doesn't always work exactly on him

Long ass hair (think izuru kamakura)

Big adhd mood

Chroma

Robot girl

Fucking adorable

Manufactured to be the perfect weapon

Refuses to harm anyone

Curious as hell

Picks up people's speech patterns easily

Has a habit of talking to machines and convincing them to do things for her

Bonus: Mariz

Cop (don't worry she says fuck the system eventually)

Heading the crystal thieves investigation

Trying her best

Overworked

Doesn't get paid enough to put up with Sara's bullshit

Ends up falling for Sara (and vice versa) and begins feeding the thieves police info

#crystal thieves #Juzo #Sara #thief #mariz #chroma #archer #medic #Tamra #tamra/medic #sara/thief #icarus

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!!!!!!!

I am happy to announce that jirin is no longer dead in canon!!!!! I was feeling super emotional yesterday and my brain somehow finally, after years of being sad about his death, managed to erase that event from the storyline so now hes happy and with his tiny adopted family and!!!! Im so happy!!!!! I love Jirin!!!!!!!

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fun fact: Kampe started off as an x men oc but i nerfed her and slotted her into the facility section because my dumbass mind has to connect everything

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Paint stood outside, ignoring the chill of wind against his arms. He wasn't going to feel it for very long. He hoped Marie was home. The kid wasn't very good at answering the doorbell.

He rang again, though he knew it wouldn't make a difference. You couldn't rush it. Not with him. He needed time.

Slowly, quietly, the door cracked open, just enough for Paint to catch a glimpse of a single eye, violet and staring out from inside. He waited while the eye looked at him, registering who he was, then smiled.

"Hey, Jirin," Paint said.

The door creaked shut, and Paint heard the chain being unlatched before the door opened up once more, this time fully. He stepped inside quickly and allowed Jirin to shut the door behind him. "How you doing?"

Jirin made the smallest of shrugs. Even now, free, he was still drawn into himself, still not meeting Paint's eyes. Stepping quickly around Paint, he vanished into the other room, where Paint could hear him quietly clearing a space on the cluttered table. "You don't need to tidy up for me," Paint called through. "It's ok."

The sounds stopped. Paint walked on through to see Jirin quietly sitting, stone still, staring off into space. Paint took a seat and waited for the angel to come back to reality. A few seconds later, Jirin's eyes refocused, and he flashed a quick smile at Paint before looking away. His hands figeted in his lap. Exhaling, Paint reached out a hand, placing it on the table. An invitation.

"Hey," he said gently. "Are you able to tell me how you're doing?"

Jirin hesitated, then shook his head. His hands kept moving. Paint left his hand on the table, left the invitation open. "I just wanted to check up on you, you know? Is there anything you want to talk about? How are Marie and the others? How is Ombre?"

A small smile tugged at Jirin's lips. "Ombre's sleeping," he murmured, almost too quiet to hear. Paint smiled.

"He sure does that a lot, huh?"

"Yeah." Jirin's hands stilled. Paint saw his face change as he realised he'd been talking, and quickly moved to reassure him. "I've told you, you can talk to me! I will always listen to you. Don't care what it's about. How much Ombre sleeps, the songs Marie's played for you, Archer's terrible fashion sense, you can say anything! I'm... not like them. I promise."

Jirin was quiet. His bangs hid his soft violet eyes, and Paint was starting to worry that he'd made a mistake when Jirin spoke up.

"Archer doesn't have a bad fashion sense."

Paint exhaled, smiling softly. "You sure about that? The guy looks like he hacks the government for fun sometimes."

Jirin laughed.

Just once. Quietly. And then his eyes widened and he clapped his hands over his mouth, curling up into himself, and Paint shot to his feet.

"Jirin-"

The angel was shaking. He sat there, as small as he could be, waiting for something terrible to happen. Paint hesitated, then placed his hands gently on the angel's shoulders, barely touching him so as not to scare the boy. "Jirin, Jirin, I need you to breathe, okay? Breathe with me, right? In," he took a huge breath in, "and out," he exhaled. "In and out. In, and out." In. And out."

Slowly the angel's gasping breaths shuddered into a less frantic rhythm, beginning to fall in line with Paint's. His shoulders stopped moving, and he went still, though his face was still obscured by his hands. Paint knew it would probably stay that way for some time. "Just... just keep breathing, okay? You are free. You're not there anymore. You can talk and laugh and be happy all you want, ok? They'll never hurt you again. You know why?" He waited for an answer, but all he got were sniffles. "They won't hurt you before i won't let them, Jirin. I'll never let anyone hurt your ever again."

"Never again."

#Jirin #paint #writing #it's 11pm i can't remember how to tag things #the irony of this is not lost on me but y'all have no idea HA #anyway Jirin is my child #he gets better i promise

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im very tired so have some expression experiments

Gryphon

Paint

Jaiden

Grey

Nebula

Wraith

Kampe

Noir

Catherine

#oc #gryphon #paint #grey #jaiden #nebula #wraith #kampe #noir #catherine #wraith and noir are kinda from a bts fanfiction (jimin n jungkook) #but uhh i accidentally integrated it into my main universe so i might give em new names

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Jirin and Morté ref

#jirin #morté #Jirin ref #Morté ref

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G A Y K I S S E S

Pallas and Eliza

Nisra and Catherine

Jinhaeng, June and Ora

#Pallas #Eliza #nisra #catherine #jinhaeng #june #ora

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Quick character design sketch for Grey!!! They are my Child and I love them (dw they have wings the fabric is sort of keeping them in another dimension)

#grey

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Sleep

Morté sleeps in a collapsed mess, body slightly turned to her left, one arm folded over her stomach and the other thrown it away from her, her legs slightly bent. She doesn't know why, but this is the only position she can sleep in. It is also the position she died in.

Paint sleeps curled up, taking up as little space as possible, tucked out of sight underneath the bed or a desk or table. He wakes at the slightest sound. The price for a lack of vigilance could be death. He doesn't want to die.

Grey doesn't sleep often, but when they do, they are impossible to wake. They can sleep through anything. They sleep on their side, ramrod straight, wings and limbs tucked in, and can fall asleep on any surface of they have to, which comes in handy.

Jaiden's sleep is restless - she wakes often in the night. Sometimes Marko will attempt to wrest control as she sleeps, and as such she is never fully unconscious, always ready to take back control of her stolen body. Marko doesn't dare sleep unless Jaiden is asleep too. He is too scared of what she will do while he slumbers.

Jirin does not sleep. He lies awake at night, staring at the ceiling. He keeps a light on. The darkness reminds him too much of his past. Every noise in the dark is someone else on their way to hurt him. He dares not close his eyes.

#oc #morte #grey #paint #jaiden #marko #Jirin #sleep #the main 5 #Marko and Jaiden count as the same person bc I'm tired and they share a body anyways

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OC: Jirin

Name: Jirin Kor

Age: 5 (mentally he's 17 or so since angels start off as basically early teenagers)

Physical appearance: Jirin is small and skinny, more from malnutrition than choice. He always looks ill or tired except in very rare circumstances. His hair is silver, eyes are purple, and his mark runs from his left brow to his left cheek, passing through his eye. He always wears a loose grey t-shirt and rolled-up dark purple trousers. He never wears anything around his neck or wrists, or on his feet, not even to cover his scars.

Personality: timid. Unstable. Suffers from PTSD and anxiety, barely leaves the house he's staying in. He only talks to Marie, her band, Ombre, Paint, Morté and Grey. If he's introduced to anyone else he shuts down completely. He is quiet and kind once you get to know him, and completely unable to function alone. If anything is put around his wrists, ankles or neck, or if his eyes are covered, he goes into full panic shutdown.

History: Jirin never talks about it. The only person who knows is Grey - the one who freed him.

Known affiliations: friends with Paint, Ombre and Grey. Almost friends with Marie and her band.

Relationship: none

Sexuality: homoromantic asexual

#oc ref #jirin ref #jirin #oc #this is my first actual oc post aaaaaaaa

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Hello!

This is a blog for my characters (all 60+ of them) and for stories I write with them and random characters. There is also fanfiction, tagged under #fanfiction.

OC posts are tagged as #oc

OC reference posts are tagged as #oc ref and #[oc name] ref

OC masterposts are tagged as #oc masterpost (these are for a complete list of the character's appearances in comics, art, writing etc.)

Stories are tagged under #writing and #[oc name] writing

My speech / updates are tagged #nira speaks

Each OC had they own tag e.g. #jirin, #morte, #grey etc.

All characters (unless tagged#fanfiction) are my own. Please don't take my designs! Thank you! Happy reading!

#nira speaks