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Here's a rough design for Dark's Hound of Tindalos, Trignne, also called Trig. This is not their true form but is the form they take while in our dimension.
Because of their bond with Dark, they share her protectiveness of the people she cares about, especially the kids. Though for some reason they REALLY like the younger Ryoma. Dark thinks it may have to do with Getter Rays, as the Invaders are a tasty snack for this Hound.
I'm gonna have fun with them.
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Fanfic Time!
Title: Rough Hands
Pairing: Dark X Ryoma Nagare (OC x Canon)
Fandom: Technically SRW 30
Recommended music to get the vibe: Rough Hands by Alexisonfire
Summary: Completely self indulgent drabble about two people and changing bandages. Was written at midnight, so yeah.
"Hey, Ryoma?"
"Hm?"
"When was the last time you changed your bandages? The ones on your hands?"
"…Uh."
Ryoma let out a slightly annoyed huff as Dark sat him down on her bed and went to grab her medical kit.
After asking what seemed like a pretty innocent question, the woman decided it was time to give him fresh bandages. Though in all fairness, he didn't really need them.
The Getter pilot glanced down at said bandages and began to think. When was the last time he changed his bandages? Did he… ever change them? He couldn't remember. With everything happening, the war against the Invaders, finding Amuro, Ryoma had far too much to worry about.
"I swear, do you realize how unhealthy it is not to change these things?" Dark grumbled as she sat in front of Ryoma on the bed, med kit in hand. "I mean, you've mentioned they're mostly for show, but seriously, my guy…"
She paused a moment, noting that he wasn't really paying attention to her. She smiled slightly, shaking her head.
Gently, her hand moved to his wrist, to start unwrapping his bandages. Apparently that was enough to shock Ryoma out of his stupor, as he snatched his hand away.
A look of hurt flashed across Dark's face before she shook her head and gave him a gentle but sad smile.
She should know better.
"Sorry," she whispered. "I didn't mean to surprise you like that."
Ryoma was quiet for a moment before letting out a grunt of acknowledgement, followed by a quiet " 's fine". He offered his hand back to her.
Dark nodded her head, working to undo the bandages around his wrist and going up to his hand. In the back of her mind, she was slowly realizing that, despite hanging around him the most in the Dreisstrager crew, she'd never actually seen his hands without their bandages.
Was it weird to be curious? It felt like Ryoma wore the bandages to seem invincible, to hide any injury.
Both physical and mental.
When the bandages were finally removed, Dark glanced at Ryoma's expression, wanting to check to see if he was uncomfortable.
To her surprise, the Getter pilot was looking away, a slight blush dusting his cheeks.
Her eyes traveled back down to his hand. She followed each curve of muscle, noted every callus and scar. Unconsciously, her other hand moved to start tracing along his hand, feeling the roughness of his skin.
His hand twitched at the contact, but compared to the first time, he didn't move away. Dark swore she could feel his muscles relax at her touch. She brushed the thought away, deciding to begin work on unwrapping his other hand.
Ryoma allowed it, resting his now free hand on his knee.
He honestly was surprised with how gentle she was, how soft her hands were compared to his.
A wry smile crossed his face for a moment.
Of course, she felt different. She wasn't like him. She wasn't a killing machine, a tool for destruction. She hadn't seen what he had. Hadn't gone through what he had…
When Dark removed the last of the bandages, the two finally looked up at each other's faces.
Dark's eyes were curious, gentle… understanding.
Ryoma frowned.
No matter what he had thought, he knew she had her own demons. Her son and daughter had hinted as much. He never asked, mostly because he wanted to respect her boundaries as she had his.
His thumb brushed against her hand, still on his own, testing to see how she'd react. Much like his reaction, there was a slight tense, then it relaxed almost as quickly as it appeared.
The two sat in silence for a few moments, their fingers brushing against each other, idly. The silence was comfortable, neither felt the need to break it.
Dark let out a shaky breath, her free hand moving towards Ryoma's on his knee. Gently, almost cautiously, her fingers lifted his own, opening his hand. She pressed her hand against his, palm to palm, eyes glancing down for a second, as if to see just how different they were.
The gentle, soft hand pressed against the rough, hardened one.
Ryoma chuckled, almost sadly. His hand moved slightly, his fingers interlacing with hers. After a moment of hesitation, her fingers closed in, joining the two together.
They were together. If only for the moment.
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(After a mech battle that I cannot draw out for a variety of reasons.)
I don't draw Dark using her shadow powers enough. Nor do I draw the Shadow Beasts enough.
Part 1 of "Stoica pisses Dark off in SRW"
We'll get more lore in part 2, which I'm still working on. We also will see Ryoma and Dark bonding.
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(After a mech battle that I cannot draw out for a variety of reasons.)
I don't draw Dark using her shadow powers enough. Nor do I draw the Shadow Beasts enough.
Part 1 of "Stoica pisses Dark off in SRW"
We'll get more lore in part 2, which I'm still working on. We also will see Ryoma and Dark bonding.
#sketch#sketch comic#oc: dark#srw30 au thing#oc: nemesis#oc: yoichi dark#oc: luciano#oc: stoica mention#koji#az#ryoma#getter husbands#or husband in this case
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this is what it feels like to earn all 3 badges tbh
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I was in a mood.
I am still figuring out how to draw Ryoma's hair.
First time drawing Hayato and Benkei, woo!!
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Unrelated to my previous comic (maybe, debating on how close I'm keeping Dark to her canon self, though given magic is a thing I could in theory make it work), here's a cryptic background comic that introduces Dark's former friend/friend-zoned-admirer, Orion.
This is at least a year old so I may redo it.
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The face to face meet cute between Dark and Ryoma, in this SRW30 AU thing I'm working in. I have ideas for them communicating during the battle where Ryoma joins the team.
Still working on what Dark's role in SRW would be, likely a strategist (since SRW has a similar playstyle to Fire Emblem, I'm going off the idea that Dark is like Robin), but I do know she and Mitsuba know each other and respect each other, despite Dark's distrust towards the EFF. Example: in this she asked that Hayato and Benkei be transferred to a medical group she personally works with, due to them having her complete trust and knowing how they operate.
I need to either play or watch the first few chapters so I have a better idea on how to properly introduce her (and her team) into this. She may or may not get a mobile suit, we'll see.
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Fanfic Time!
Title: Rough Hands
Pairing: Dark X Ryoma Nagare (OC x Canon)
Fandom: Technically SRW 30
Recommended music to get the vibe: Rough Hands by Alexisonfire
Summary: Completely self indulgent drabble about two people and changing bandages. Was written at midnight, so yeah.
"Hey, Ryoma?"
"Hm?"
"When was the last time you changed your bandages? The ones on your hands?"
"…Uh."
Ryoma let out a slightly annoyed huff as Dark sat him down on her bed and went to grab her medical kit.
After asking what seemed like a pretty innocent question, the woman decided it was time to give him fresh bandages. Though in all fairness, he didn't really need them.
The Getter pilot glanced down at said bandages and began to think. When was the last time he changed his bandages? Did he… ever change them? He couldn't remember. With everything happening, the war against the Invaders, finding Amuro, Ryoma had far too much to worry about.
"I swear, do you realize how unhealthy it is not to change these things?" Dark grumbled as she sat in front of Ryoma on the bed, med kit in hand. "I mean, you've mentioned they're mostly for show, but seriously, my guy…"
She paused a moment, noting that he wasn't really paying attention to her. She smiled slightly, shaking her head.
Gently, her hand moved to his wrist, to start unwrapping his bandages. Apparently that was enough to shock Ryoma out of his stupor, as he snatched his hand away.
A look of hurt flashed across Dark's face before she shook her head and gave him a gentle but sad smile.
She should know better.
"Sorry," she whispered. "I didn't mean to surprise you like that."
Ryoma was quiet for a moment before letting out a grunt of acknowledgement, followed by a quiet " 's fine". He offered his hand back to her.
Dark nodded her head, working to undo the bandages around his wrist and going up to his hand. In the back of her mind, she was slowly realizing that, despite hanging around him the most in the Dreisstrager crew, she'd never actually seen his hands without their bandages.
Was it weird to be curious? It felt like Ryoma wore the bandages to seem invincible, to hide any injury.
Both physical and mental.
When the bandages were finally removed, Dark glanced at Ryoma's expression, wanting to check to see if he was uncomfortable.
To her surprise, the Getter pilot was looking away, a slight blush dusting his cheeks.
Her eyes traveled back down to his hand. She followed each curve of muscle, noted every callus and scar. Unconsciously, her other hand moved to start tracing along his hand, feeling the roughness of his skin.
His hand twitched at the contact, but compared to the first time, he didn't move away. Dark swore she could feel his muscles relax at her touch. She brushed the thought away, deciding to begin work on unwrapping his other hand.
Ryoma allowed it, resting his now free hand on his knee.
He honestly was surprised with how gentle she was, how soft her hands were compared to his.
A wry smile crossed his face for a moment.
Of course, she felt different. She wasn't like him. She wasn't a killing machine, a tool for destruction. She hadn't seen what he had. Hadn't gone through what he had…
When Dark removed the last of the bandages, the two finally looked up at each other's faces.
Dark's eyes were curious, gentle… understanding.
Ryoma frowned.
No matter what he had thought, he knew she had her own demons. Her son and daughter had hinted as much. He never asked, mostly because he wanted to respect her boundaries as she had his.
His thumb brushed against her hand, still on his own, testing to see how she'd react. Much like his reaction, there was a slight tense, then it relaxed almost as quickly as it appeared.
The two sat in silence for a few moments, their fingers brushing against each other, idly. The silence was comfortable, neither felt the need to break it.
Dark let out a shaky breath, her free hand moving towards Ryoma's on his knee. Gently, almost cautiously, her fingers lifted his own, opening his hand. She pressed her hand against his, palm to palm, eyes glancing down for a second, as if to see just how different they were.
The gentle, soft hand pressed against the rough, hardened one.
Ryoma chuckled, almost sadly. His hand moved slightly, his fingers interlacing with hers. After a moment of hesitation, her fingers closed in, joining the two together.
They were together. If only for the moment.
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Fanfic Time!
Title: Rough Hands
Pairing: Dark X Ryoma Nagare (OC x Canon)
Fandom: Technically SRW 30
Recommended music to get the vibe: Rough Hands by Alexisonfire
Summary: Completely self indulgent drabble about two people and changing bandages. Was written at midnight, so yeah.
"Hey, Ryoma?"
"Hm?"
"When was the last time you changed your bandages? The ones on your hands?"
"…Uh."
Ryoma let out a slightly annoyed huff as Dark sat him down on her bed and went to grab her medical kit.
After asking what seemed like a pretty innocent question, the woman decided it was time to give him fresh bandages. Though in all fairness, he didn't really need them.
The Getter pilot glanced down at said bandages and began to think. When was the last time he changed his bandages? Did he… ever change them? He couldn't remember. With everything happening, the war against the Invaders, finding Amuro, Ryoma had far too much to worry about.
"I swear, do you realize how unhealthy it is not to change these things?" Dark grumbled as she sat in front of Ryoma on the bed, med kit in hand. "I mean, you've mentioned they're mostly for show, but seriously, my guy…"
She paused a moment, noting that he wasn't really paying attention to her. She smiled slightly, shaking her head.
Gently, her hand moved to his wrist, to start unwrapping his bandages. Apparently that was enough to shock Ryoma out of his stupor, as he snatched his hand away.
A look of hurt flashed across Dark's face before she shook her head and gave him a gentle but sad smile.
She should know better.
"Sorry," she whispered. "I didn't mean to surprise you like that."
Ryoma was quiet for a moment before letting out a grunt of acknowledgement, followed by a quiet " 's fine". He offered his hand back to her.
Dark nodded her head, working to undo the bandages around his wrist and going up to his hand. In the back of her mind, she was slowly realizing that, despite hanging around him the most in the Dreisstrager crew, she'd never actually seen his hands without their bandages.
Was it weird to be curious? It felt like Ryoma wore the bandages to seem invincible, to hide any injury.
Both physical and mental.
When the bandages were finally removed, Dark glanced at Ryoma's expression, wanting to check to see if he was uncomfortable.
To her surprise, the Getter pilot was looking away, a slight blush dusting his cheeks.
Her eyes traveled back down to his hand. She followed each curve of muscle, noted every callus and scar. Unconsciously, her other hand moved to start tracing along his hand, feeling the roughness of his skin.
His hand twitched at the contact, but compared to the first time, he didn't move away. Dark swore she could feel his muscles relax at her touch. She brushed the thought away, deciding to begin work on unwrapping his other hand.
Ryoma allowed it, resting his now free hand on his knee.
He honestly was surprised with how gentle she was, how soft her hands were compared to his.
A wry smile crossed his face for a moment.
Of course, she felt different. She wasn't like him. She wasn't a killing machine, a tool for destruction. She hadn't seen what he had. Hadn't gone through what he had…
When Dark removed the last of the bandages, the two finally looked up at each other's faces.
Dark's eyes were curious, gentle… understanding.
Ryoma frowned.
No matter what he had thought, he knew she had her own demons. Her son and daughter had hinted as much. He never asked, mostly because he wanted to respect her boundaries as she had his.
His thumb brushed against her hand, still on his own, testing to see how she'd react. Much like his reaction, there was a slight tense, then it relaxed almost as quickly as it appeared.
The two sat in silence for a few moments, their fingers brushing against each other, idly. The silence was comfortable, neither felt the need to break it.
Dark let out a shaky breath, her free hand moving towards Ryoma's on his knee. Gently, almost cautiously, her fingers lifted his own, opening his hand. She pressed her hand against his, palm to palm, eyes glancing down for a second, as if to see just how different they were.
The gentle, soft hand pressed against the rough, hardened one.
Ryoma chuckled, almost sadly. His hand moved slightly, his fingers interlacing with hers. After a moment of hesitation, her fingers closed in, joining the two together.
They were together. If only for the moment.
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It's SRW Cosplay time!
Featuring:
Pic 1: Dark, Yoichi, Nemesis
Pic 2: Kreine and Tyler
Pic 3: Echo and Travis Mercer aka Mercy
Pic 4: Danny and Viria
Pic 5: Xoah, Adriana and Luciano
Fun facts!
-Adriana and Luciano are actually OCs that I had for G Gundam, with Adriana representing Ecuador and Luciano being the new Italian fighter. On her off time, Adriana is a DJ and her music inspires fighters. In the massive RP I had with Hunter, she and Lacus have collaborated together multiple times. Luciano, in RP canon, is half shadow beast and adopted son of Marciano, Dark's shadow beast. So he's kinda unofficially her adopted kid.
-Kreine and Echo are considered opposites, so I had a little nod to that with their clothing of choice.
-Xoah is very much an otaku, but she really enjoys magical girls.
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It's SRW Cosplay time!
Featuring:
Pic 1: Dark, Yoichi, Nemesis
Pic 2: Kreine and Tyler
Pic 3: Echo and Travis Mercer aka Mercy
Pic 4: Danny and Viria
Pic 5: Xoah, Adriana and Luciano
Fun facts!
-Adriana and Luciano are actually OCs that I had for G Gundam, with Adriana representing Ecuador and Luciano being the new Italian fighter. On her off time, Adriana is a DJ and her music inspires fighters. In the massive RP I had with Hunter, she and Lacus have collaborated together multiple times. Luciano, in RP canon, is half shadow beast and adopted son of Marciano, Dark's shadow beast. So he's kinda unofficially her adopted kid.
-Kreine and Echo are considered opposites, so I had a little nod to that with their clothing of choice.
-Xoah is very much an otaku, but she really enjoys magical girls.
#sketch#oc: dark#oc: echo#oc: kreine#oc: danny#oc: travis mercer#oc: xoah#oc: yoichi dark#oc: nemesis#oc: viria edlin#oc: tyler#oc: adriana#oc: luciano#not gonna lie#i kinda want to make an au where these guys take part in SRW#not gonna tag the cosplays#I doubt people want to see them in the actual tags
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Felt like drawing some fluff. I am not going to elaborate.
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I love him your honor.
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Jaden and Chaz's reaction to Dark's new crush.
I haven't even touched their reaction to Ryoma lol
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Dark and Vesco in their natural habitat.
Dark is considering adding Vox to the polycule and Vesco isn't helping
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