Chibi Version Of A Friends Oc Design I Have Been Working On Making

My Goliath Paladin, standing at 8'6'', wielding a great sword and being quite intimidating.

My OC, her name is Mellea, and is an original species.

Writing practice of character interactions.

"Hey, got a question for you." Having been scanning the surroundings and have been walking in silence up till this point I was slightly startled by the sudden noise of the man leading me, so the noise I made sounded more like a squeak than an answer. "Hm? Everything alright, something come up on your scanner?" His voice was warm, as he tilted his head, shaggy brown hair drooping into his soft green eyes. Looking back at the scanner, I dismissively waved it around, pointing in different directions to ensure there were no signals around, afterwards deciding to simply respond, "Seems like it was nothing, you had a question though?" "Mhm!" his thin lips formed into a smile as he shook his head up and down once. "...Sure" the look took me aback, I was lost in his eyes and smile for what was maybe a moment too long. He gained a wry smile, as he tilted his head, pressing one knuckle of his index finger into his cheek and then pointed at me, offering his question, "Aren't you cold like that?" His pointing hand gesturing to my cropped shirt and mostly aesthetic skirt underneath, at least that's what I thought. Taking a second to think about it, and taking in the bright sun of early spring, the feel of the breeze passing by. Once I came to but a moment later about to respond, I noticed he disappeared, and had somehow appeared behind me. He grabbed at my waist, which once he lightly squeezed it, caused me to nearly elbow him in response. My whole body tensed up, I knew I could feel things in a way around my body, but never before had I felt ticklish in any area, but that seems to be the best description of the feeling I had. "A-! What? W-what are you doing?" Was all that I could get out, pulling back quickly a few feet away. I was puffing out my cheek, what was I, some kind of child? Anyway I straightened my posture and crossed my arms looking at him still frozen in place. "Ah- sorry! I was just checking your temperature, to see if you felt cold, I was going to offer you this jacket." His voice dropped the longer he spoke, then holding up a thin off-white jacket. I was kind of confused to say the least, is he that earnest? What would make him think that was a good idea? Also where had he pulled that jacket from, I don't remember seeing that on his person when we left. "I think you should wear it, your body feels cold-" "I don't feel cold, I'm an android, remember?" "Yeah-, you're right." dejected he held the jacket, mumbling something I could barely pickup, "still look good in it." My face surely was flushed with emotion, so were my circuts filled with a confusing mix of emotions. To put an end to them, I decided to be decisive and walked over to him, grabbing the jacket and putting it on in one swift movement. Turning to him I simply stated, "Try not to go poking a girls side without permission if you can. Please." Adding the last part with a softer expression on my face, as I poked his side.

He got a fiendish look about him, closing up the jacket by pulling both sides together with my hands I down at him, worried what he was thinking. "I see." His smile was quite devilish indeed, and I didn't see this ending well. "Is that so? If I were to ask..." He leaned in close pressing on the jacket without touching me, "You might allow me to-" he poked again, getting closer as I was nearly jumping back, "Poke that side again?" His head tilted to the side, a wide and warm smile playing across his face. "You are a cruel, cruel man Ren. But if you keep this up I might just throw you into that water over there." Pointing my thumb to my left through the hole in the decrepit building we were sharing this in, just a floor below was the ocean which had risen to meet these buildings and make them small islands. "Now that'd be cruel of you, you know how cold that water is." What I can only call a playful puppy-dog face formed, leaving me to relax for but an instant, which he took wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me in close. "A-! Mmmhn." The mix of noises coming from me sounding like creaking metal, but I embraced him with a flushed face once more, leaning slightly forward to whisper, "You really are a pain of a human. Just don't try and grab my waist again." "Understoo-, you mean like this?" "! Ah-!" I was trying to contain a laugh as he squeezed my side once again. "Ok, then I'll make sure not to do that." Once again he squeezed my side, and once again I was preforming heavy breathing to not start laughing, just make odd noises, "Ha-ngmym." Stopping to let me catch my breath, he looked up at me, just a little shorter, half a head at most than I he grabbed the base of my head pulling it to him, where he whispered back into my ear, "I hope to make you the happiest, 82. You will always hold a place in me, your smile, laugh, the weird noises you make to not laugh." He was now speaking to me face to face, and added in a snarky look to the last point. "But regardless. I want you to stay with me, and be my No.1. And it may be imprudent of me to say this, but I had found some logs a while back-" he pulled a step away, hand on his hip and scratching the back of his fluffy brown hair, then continuing, "I found some... information about you in them. Calling you part of some Project Eden, so I was wondering if, maybe, you'd be up for me giving you an alternative name, one that just becomes your name?" His demeanor was quite awkward, and clearly he was nervous with which he was pausing and still speaking kind of fast. "Hm, sure, what kind of name were you going to suggest?" And with that simple sentence, his eyes lit up, grabbing both my hands and staring into my eyes, proceeding to tell me a few names he thought I may like.

Life's Price (Bat-Jokes fanfic)

The dark sky overhead was slowly being consumed by the rolling clouds, the full moon slowly being suffocated, dimming the only light on the scene of a densely wooded path. Barely able to see with the light slowly fading, just like his confidence, he ran as fast as he could, the brisk wind biting his face, lungs, burning its way through, and around his body, The wicked trees, now barren of all leaves, cut and grabbed at the edges of his disheveled, once white, button down, and his dark purple dress pants held by a black leather belt, and silver buckle. The weight in his hand was far from his mind, slipping it instinctively towards his right pocket, the more important weight on his mind was a moral one. The feeling of the presence behind him grew, it felt like they were almost there, but not now, not yet, I can’t see them, I need to get away. But the feeling of being watched never left his slender, clearly bruised pale face, and what looked like it was quite clean styled hair, now but a bird's nest of knots, twigs and what dead leaves still lay attached to them. His breath was getting more choked, his guilt clogging his airways, blurring his eyes with tears for only a few seconds, a few seconds that caught his ill equipped dress shoes, throwing him off balance, where he crashed to the forest floor with a hard *Thump*. There was a noticeable spray of needles, dirt and dried leaves, he managed to catch himself bracing with his dominant arm, twisting it to avoid slamming into a nearby rock. As he got up his right arm was in a lot more pain than it was before, with his side starting to stitch, he hobbled onward, with his body aching knowing what he did, before all of this,’ the physical pain is what I deserve by now for what I did to him.’ he muttered to himself, almost choking up again. He had images flash by as the last of the moon's rays peered out from behind the clouds, slowly licking away all his bearings. The wide open garden, with a retaining wall half way down the nearly two acre backyard, the large glass house built for parties, strung up with fairy lights, giving a warm comforting hue of orange and yellow onto sleek brown leather furniture. And the smell, not just of fresh cut grass, but their cologne, the food as expansive as could be. That’s when he remembered the song, the one that was most special, and caused this whole mess, a light calm jazz style, meant for dancing.

The crescendo and fall, like waves from a brass sea, then the orchestral string building behind as all lay low, the memories took over the times he’d heard this song, the visions grew just like the waves from the music. He had backed up seeing it come closer, and closer, trying to run until the music all paused for just a moment before the next burst of energy, but what rang out was not the drums and brass blaring energy and life into the room, not at first but a shot rang through the air as he stood there shaking, and just coming to his senses, ‘John?!’ a silky deep voice called out in a stern, but concerned tone. Shaking more, looking in surprise at the gun in his hand, not sure what to make of it, looking around at everyone, flushing barely muttered, “B-b-b-Bruce…” he tried to hold out a hand but hesitated, pulling back, whispering “I’m sorry…” turning and running out, and trying to escape everyone, ignoring the calls for him to come back, despite the pleading he could hear, John kept running. The memory was on repeat, more specifically the pleading he heard to come back, he knew he couldn’t go back, he didn’t even process if he injured someone, but he knew that the visions were what kept him from being able to be there, and improve, have a normal life, Now only small beams were poking through the thin parts of the cloud veil, but on his knees he fell at the edge of a small clearing, hiding a gazebo in the center, made of old wood, and ancient stone carved into eight sides. John hobbled over to the several stairs to get into the relatively spacious interior, where he collapsed on the far edge up against the cool brick wall, as the trees began rustling from the wind, with the weathering mimicking him, there started a drizzle, and then it picked up as he began to weep, pulling the gun from is pocket. He sat one leg up, back pressed against the cool uneven stones of the gazebo wall, his arms bleeding, along with his chest from the tiny knife-like ends of the branches which ripped his shirt and skin. Being almost unable to breathe between the emotions overwhelming him, and catching his breath, he didn’t hear the steps approaching, or the taps of dress shoes on the stone steps growing closer till they stopped at the top. Bruce walked up the few steps out of breath and soaked, adjusting himself to look across at John, cut and bruised, barely able to move his arm, as he tries to aim the weapon on himself, where he sees the tears rushing down his face, weakly saying with cracks in his voice, “I-I’m so so s-sorry Bruce, y-you should have..” he starts to cough, doubling over, and starts to shake, and becomes incapable of moving the arm holding the pistol, clearly straining, and desperately trying to move his arm, as Bruce walks over. “You-you know, I can’t function, you know this is what’s best, so I’m not a risk again, I c-can’t be helped!” John’s voice breaking, and sounding more manic. “W-what else could there be for me, this is the only logical way to deal with someone who is such a threat like me, R-right?” John, straining a pleading face, looked up to Bruce, standing right above him. Bruce simply got onto one knee, hand on the gun, threw it away, holding John's face in his other large, strong, and reliable hand, and said, “I wouldn’t even think it a possibility, my love, it’s something we must work together on, and you can improve.” A hopeful smile played across Bruce’s face, pained, but hopeful staring into Johns eyes, They at last embraced each other, thinking of the future as the rain poured around them, making the most of their new found time together, where John soon fell asleep on Bruce’s shoulder, as they waited for rain to pass to leave and dry off, and see about working their new life.

witchy fursona I designed for my beautiful partner, will be remaking and improving on this concept

Full rendering of a character I made for a friend

Older art piece in pixel art i made a few years ago, enjoy

Did this on paper, tried to fix it in digital, arguably worse, because I didn’t plan to coloring the entire piece.