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"OVA 18 - 1983 born fandom granny - Hobby artist, mostly OC stuff, partly here and there fan art :)))"

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Art by me @cidsin Ananda - Cult of the Lamb OC

Not that new anymore, I just never posted him here o.o

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Art by me @cidsin Writing May 2026

Sorry only a link to Toyhouse this time, tumblr is making problems

Ananda

Backstory

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trying once again with his backstory posted here:

His life had been such a simple and sweet one, with his family on their little farm in the mountains. Playing with his older sisters when they had no house work to do or didn't need to help on the field.

Just no playing in the forest, it was the forest of Leshy after all. The god of chaos who came when you least awaited it.

So to make sure they would not anger him, being part of his area, they always offered him flowers. Flowers and sometimes even honey that came from said flowers. When they had been very lucky with a harvest, they gave even more. Like milk curd with honey, ornaments of flowers they made for him.

They had been pretty loyal, not knowing over the hardship that was around the corner.

He still remembers, they had prepared for a market. Had just traveled to it, preparing their little stall all together. This night an oracle would be cast again, just that it was for the gods only.

They were ready to offer their wares to other regions, to trade something in return they could not find so easily in theirs. Some other sheeps had come with their families to this event, one that was rare enough to be a colorful and peaceful one.

But peaceful was not in today's plan. All of a sudden they could hear the old gods raging screams. But not understand what was going on after the silence that fell. The ears of his father, Tsering, twitched still after that. "We head home." was all he said, he had a bad feeling.

One that led him and his family to survive for a bit longer. They packed and made their way home through the Darkwood forest. They would not hear the blood gurgling screams of their sheepkin. They would not know what had happened to those at the market.

Instead they found out half way home, when those under the god of chaos came after them. At first they tried with the carriage and their wares, but after some near helpless attempts to get faster, they ditched it.

Ditched the carriage, ditched the wares. Their lifes were more important than something they could grow and trade again. Now they had to run, and run they did.

They were faster than most of those cult followers that came after them. Aside of one damn caterpillar of the name Amdusias. He was following them pretty good, trying to grab the legs of his sister Dorji.

She screamed scared out loud, kicked with the other leg at him to get free right away. Able to run away with her family once again, leaving a pained Amdusias behind. Pained and angry, as he got up from the kick to go a different route than they were running.

He knew where they would run to, out of the forest. Trying to get away from them, not knowing that the other areas were no better. Still he did not want to loose his prey, so he went the extra mile for them.

An extra mile that would bring him Dorji into his bloody hands again. They had run for so long, had hidden, run again. It felt like the forest took away all of the sunlight and not letting them feel the time anymore.

It was one of those moments of weakness, the moment of resting and catching their breath. That very moment that Amdusias grabbed his sister, dragging her deeper into the forest. Letting her scream in fear and pain, letting the family hear how she died.

At first his mother wanted to run after her, but his father stopped her. "No Passang! I know it hurts but we need to run!" tears were streaming down his cheeks, while his wife gave in and followed after them.

But her eyes were not showing a glint of life, as if she had been robbed of it the moment her daughter died. His father told him to grab her arm and make sure she was running with them. He did, following his father and sister as they made sure to take a safe way.

Which was not easy, everywhere something was rustling or giggling. Screaming or dripping, this forest was not silent, despite how dark it was. They ran and ran, making their way more and more to the edge of the forest.

They wanted to rest, but the last rest took one of them. Just now it was the time that they didn't dare to rest, that they tried to run on and became weaker. Tired of all the running, the fear in their bones, no their souls.

Ananda looked around as they stopped for a short moment, looking around which way to take. Just to realise… There would not be a way. Heavy breathing filled the air, followed by the sound of sharpening weapons.

They were done for, simple said.

They leaped at them from all directions, he had honestly no idea who's arm was who's in this tumult. Barely escaping the weapons that hailed down on him, feeling how he gets kicked by a hoof of someone.

Just to see the back of his mother in front of him as he rolls into a bush and then down a steep hill. The screams of his family filling the air that he leaves behind.

When he finally comes to a stop, his body is bruised up badly. Bruised, beaten and full of little cuts from the Darkwood. His eyes looking out onto the sea, a cliff right in front of him. He could just jump, just a little step and all this was over.

His hand moved to his belly, where his mother had kicked him away. That was the biggest bruise, but it reminded him as well. Run and survive.

Which he did, he made his way away from the forest area, trying to find a place to stay out of sight and mind. Walking through the lands of the old faith, working small jobs for a little bit of food. His face and body mostly hidden under a robe of a cult.

It was the best he could do, still someone found out. Found out and snitched on him.

So just a year later, he found himself in front of the Executioner Hagar. Bound by chains that made sure he was not able to escape again, hearing that he was the last lamb. Looking at the old gods who appeared in front of him, wounded as he finds by surprise.

Who had wounded them so badly? Was that the reason they had been hunted down? He honestly could not hear it all anymore, they spoke and spoke but his ears started to just give him a rushing sound.

Then he felt how he got pushed down, his head towards the gods of old faith. There had been a short sharp feeling of pain, then it was all gone.

He blinked, looked around in confusion as he found himself in a place that was different from where he were before. Then he could hear the voices of others, they seemed in a different place than him right now. So he followed them, scared but weirdly not feeling any pain or cold anymore.

When he finally made his way through this weird place, he stands in front of another huge person. Just like the gods of old in size, but he was not sure he knew who that was. To the sides of that old unnamed god, were two young adults standing. He could see the ears of cats, but their faces where hidden with the same kind of veil as the old one had.

A clawed hand, attached to nothing more than bones moved towards him. As he offered him a deal, form a cult in his name, the one who waits, and bring down the gods of old. The hand opened, the crown from his head moved to it, forming into something much much smaller.

Way more fitting for such a little lamb.

He didn't think long, he wanted his family avenged. He wanted to understand why they all had to die. For once, he wanted to spill their blood. Hands stretched out to the crown as he pledged to the one who waits, that he would serve under him.

After receiving the crown, he was send back to life, right at the place where he had been killed. Beheaded to be exact, which surely was a weird thing for the followers of the old cult to see. A head rolling back to the body, blood filling back in? A grotesque sight for sure, as he slowly stood up again.

They were his first blood to spill, his first time he used a weapon on another living being. Weirdly, he had to admit, it felt good.

An old rat named Ratau greeted him then, told him to follow him as he explained what would await him in the future. The one who waits, wanted to make sure the lamb, Ananda, would not repeat his failures.

He followed, to the place that would become his new home. But till then he would have had to fight his way free, which was now so much easier than before. Even managing to rescue a chicken lady named Hanaty.

She was his first follower of many to come, one who looked up to him and would remind him to keep true to himself.

Many years would go by, he made his way slowly through the areas of the old faith. From the Darkwood to Anura, followed by Anchordeep and last the Silk Cradle. Finding new people for his cult, be it to rescue them on his travels, or ripping them out of their old faith.

One of those ripped of the old faith had been Amdusias, something he had very personal interest in. Giving him the hardest things to do in the cult at the start, at least for the nose. Most of the members that came to him, or got rescued by him, were glad to be there with him.

His followership growing more and more, so much so that he even dares to marry. At first not planned, but he ended up with the brothers Zepar and Paar as his partners. Over time he had no idea anymore which of these two he had married first.

With the years passing some things seemed to just get burrowed in his mind. Giving those members he loved dearly, the golden necklaces that they would not get older anymore. He was not willing to part with them again and again. Even thought he could bring them back, with their memories of their former life.

But it wasn't feeling good.

As he managed over time to defeat the gods of old, he forced them to join his cult. Join it and live the life of a mortal, if they wouldn't get the same golden necklace from him as those precious to him.

They earned his trust over time, and he earned theirs. Getting to see a side of them that had seemingly gone buried into the old mind of a god, that one would say they forgot who they once had been.

Heket made sure to help with the cooking, as she was surprisingly good with that. Kallamar helped out with the medical knowledge, teaching it to his flock. Shamura made him worry, with the injury from the one who waits, it seemed hard for him to ever be fully him again.

He was a god now, yes. But he was not able to heal these wounds fully. So Shamura was in the care of Tretre, a member of his cult that didn't mind looking out for him and writing down the things he remembered when he had a moment.

Leshy on the other hand, that one really was chaos itself. That seemed to be fully embedged in his self. As he had found out, that one was as well the youngest of the former old faith gods. Once he found out, that letting him do the garden work was something that helped that chaotic boy a bit. He simply let him.

Only to be rewarded with him flirting with his partner Paar, even ending up with him in the tent on the pillows. At first he thought he would be angry, but he found himself weirdly calm. Sitting down the next evening with his two partners, to let them know that he is ok with them having fun in the sheets with the others. Just asked them to be careful who they were choosing.

And that was not even related to the old former gods. No it was mostly because sometimes you had someone coming into the cult that wanted to kill, steal gold or just information from you. A traitor to say it simply, and one such became one of his beloved non aging followers.

That is, after Ananda gave him a good taste over what was to come if he ever dared to betray him again. Gusion promised, on the grave of his sister, that he would never do this again. Instead he offered to watch over the graves of the cult, which Ananda accepted.

The one who waits was the next problem then, or better said Narinder as he had found out was the name of him. He had to speak with him, over what was about to come now. But that speaking with each other ended up in getting threatened with his cult being killed if he didn't bow down and give his body to Narinder.

He had refused, he did not want to give him his body. He did not want to see his cult die in front of him. So he fought, fought against Aym and Baal before he could fight against Narinder himself.

Realising while fighting the old faith god, that the crown did not make a sign to go back to him either. As if it wanted to stay with Ananda, at least for now. Who knows how fickle these crowns were.

When the fight was over, he spared Narinder, who was not amused over this. Back at the cult, he made sure Narinder got the same treatment as his siblings before. Giving him the chance to simply enjoy life as well if he made himself useful.

While he found, the best use for him, was sending him all over the continent. It brought life back in those grumpy old eyes of this cat. Life that seemed to sparkle one time when he found out, that by accident, they brought Aym and Baal back to life as well.

Just to hear the story of how these brothers ended up under Narinder, that Shamura had send them to him. That he actually knew the mother of these two. So he made his way to said mother, told her over who he found and arranged for Forneus, Aym and Baal to finally see each other again.

He would see them going with their mother, a moment of happiness and sadness. As Narinder was seeing his "little" ones going away. But he knew they would visit with their mother, as Ananda had started the tradition of a little market every half year. The best option for them to come back and see them all again.

Never having aged himself, after dying at the age of 17, he now faces the age of 327 years. Which would grow even more in numbers. Just as himself, he noticed how his body had changed a bit over these years. That his horns had started to grow more, that sometimes a need burned in him that he could not silence.

That in a way, he finally started to grow up. Just into a different form than what was normal for his kind, it was the grow of his god form. He simply hoped, it would not be too scary for his followers to come.

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Art by me @cidsin Ananda - Cult of the Lamb OC

Not that new anymore, I just never posted him here o.o

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Art by me @cidsin Writing May 2026

Sorry only a link to Toyhouse this time, tumblr is making problems

Ananda

Backstory

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Art by me @cidsin Ananda - Cult of the Lamb OC

Not that new anymore, I just never posted him here o.o

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brushbuddy fashion week

mandatory report to the watchful eye

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Last day of the writing May!

and no idea what to do next month.... Should I work on giving characters more information? Should I work on something OVA18 for once in ages?

Should I return to skribbling one character a day? (I still have to finish some yes..... )

meep xD

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art and Niall by me @cidsin first Character design by @blackberreh-art

so the first full picture of this year, trying with subtle backgrounds around… and yes it had to be the cute SnekSnek boy Niall For now his background is in work in an own story/world

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Art by me @cidsin Writing May 2026

ok wow that... ehm took a while to give him a proper background story.... Sorry!

Toyhouse: https://toyhou.se/5765337.niall

. Story

The first time light hit his eyes, it was when he hatched out of that big egg, easily the size of a human child of the age of 5. Though the light he saw came in through a colored glass window, letting him experience a little rainbow and distract him right away.

Just to hear some humans around him welcoming him happy into this world. The old priest wrapping him in a blanket to dry his little body, that wrapped partly around the humans arm. As if to make sure not to fall from those old arms so fast.

He got his name at that very day, seeing the humans smiling at him happily. He did not yet understand why, after all with just being hatched, he was amazed by too many things. That and hungry, that was making a loud point of a hungry growling stomach of his.

They fed him milk of a goat, it was considered the healthiest they could offer him. At least for a being like him. His eyes moved over all those stones of this big hall, noticing many of the humans having the same kind of clothing and colors.

Later on he would realise, that these were all part of the temple. That they were serving him in the years and years to follow. They called him their little god, telling him that they knew he had to grow first, to get his full power.

His little long ears twitching with the tiny horns at the head. He learned from them, that they had looked out for his egg for five centuries. That his mother, who had left his egg with them, had gone. They didn't knew if she decided to become fully part of the world, or just wanted to leave her son in their care and later her spot.

Honestly he didn't mind, he was not feeling bad over it. It weirdly felt like something natural for him, so he simply smiled when the humans seemed to look sad over it. Letting them know that they had them, who he considered his family.

For as long as you could consider beings that have such short life spans your family. He had to learn it the hard way, not even being a juvenile when the old priest died. So shortly after him all those that had been there at his hatching followed.

He was assured by the following people of the temple that this was normal. That he would see many more go, because of their life spans being short. He felt sorry for this, sad even. Because if he was about to start liking a human being, the next bat of his eyes and they were gone.

Not that extreme sure, but it felt like that for him.

With time his powers became stronger. Able to give the people of this hot island the needed rain from time to time. Be it to cool down the people or to get the fishes near the coast for them to hunt.

That was after all his duty, for which he got his offerings as well. At least those that he preffered, sometimes when there was no food, they offered him dried fruits. They were no favourite of his, but he ate them.

After all if he didn't eat, as he learned, they would fear they angered him.

Time flew by, so many humans had come and gone. The area around the temple got more and more lively. He saw the humans change slightly in their customs. Like the way they build their houses, the aquaducts, the fields. How their clothing changed from something fast and simple, to pretty colors and all kind of patterns over them.

He loved seeing this, it showed him his little humans were safe and sound. Watching over weddings that were held in his old temple, watching how little young humans of the leaders came to get his approval.

Sometimes he couldn't help but mess a bit with them, a bit teasing here and there. And even though it was not wished of him, he protected them from some animals that got hungry and tried to go for the easier prey.

Do mind he didn't kill those animals either, they were scared stiff most of the times when he showed himself. He instead offered them fish he got from the sea. Going into it from time to time himself he had learned to hunt for them.

Giving those little critters food, ended up in them even coming to his temple. So much to his amusement, that one time a kind of tiger like creature, a little one still, had been sleeping in his temple with a young human child together.

At first the people of the temple feared the worst, but seeing him relaxed and these two. They thought it was a sign of something bigger. He warned them: "Do not force the wild life to do as you wish." because he knew, that escpecially those were head strong and had a good own will.

They listened, as he watched the human grow up into a fine king for his people. A king with a striped furry partner at his side, engraved into the stone walls of the temple.

With so many humans coming and going, his temple should not have space for stories anymore. But it had grown just like he had grown, the humans had added more and more stones to make it nice and big for him.

Then one day they started to write on paper, making him wonder how they would store it. The high priest of the temple at that time came to him. Asking if it would be to their all favours to place the history of their people inside of the temple.

He thought over it, then nodded to the idea. But he was worried over the scrolls being damaged, asking them to build a new area for them. An area that would keep them safe from fire and water.

With that a new area had been added to the temple, a huge library that everyone visited and even wrote new scrolls for it. All the knowledge of the continent written down. Be it history, be it plants or animals. Even things like how they did certain things like weaving or how some colors were made.

He loved that idea, deciding that he should make very sure that this part of his temple should always be protected by him.

Just one thing never made its way into that temple. They had a lot of scrolls with medical texts, but none spoke over what would befall his little humans.

At first he didn't understand what was happening. Sure it was normal that a human died and the others buried him. But all of a sudden there were so many dying, and he was very sure he had not spotted a fight of any kind with other humans.

It worried him, the temple priests hurried past him to the library with doctors of their land. He asked the high priest if there was something he could do for them. At first the high priest didn't want him to help.

Instead asked him not to get in contact with the humans that might have that new illness. But how do you avoid something when you didn't know how it was looking? Instead just staring over the huge city that fall silent more and more.

He did not ask again, instead went and hunted for them with one of their nets. Bringing them the fresh food that he thought they would need. He could not tend to their fields with his size, but he could bring them fresh fish at least.

That and fresh herbs of all kind, hearing the doctors when they feared a herb was running out again. It were these little things that he could give them at least. And it brought his humans a little bit of hope.

But that bit was not enough, as much as they saw him as a god, he was none that was able to help with illnesses.

So with every day passing, more and more people fell. So much so that they didn't manage to bury them anymore or burn them. He took over that part at a point, asking some humans to write the names down of those that were laid to rest by him.

Digging a grave was not hard for him, the use of his long tail made it easy. Then he lowered so many bodies clad in the colorfull family clothes. So many that at a point the humans that wrote the names down, had to write their own on the scrolls.

The circle went on, nothing seemed to work, the doctors falling just like the others. No medicine, no wonder, nothing seemed to help. He was forced to watch his little humans die out.

It had come down to only two humans left, one of them the just freshly baked high priest, the old one had fallen a while ago. The other one a sailor who had tried to stay away from land, till an injury forced him to get help.

By then he knew the signs, knew that it was the last night for them. So he told them a story from his hatching, of how little the temple had once been and how he was allowed to witness the humans grow in so many different ways.

He dug a place for these last two humans in his temple garden. Setting them to rest there as he looked over the big, now empty city. He did not know if other humans would come to this part of the continent, after all them seeing an empty city like this… They could imagine what had happened.

Even more so with none coming for exchanging their wares anymore. There surely had been word sent out to other human settlements. And this thought was ought to be right, the humans avoided this place like the pest.

As if they feared to earn his wrath, because what else could it have been? He cursed not over them, what he cursed over was that he was not able to read the scrolls. The only thing that brought back the past for him was this city.

A city that was falling apart more and more over the centuries to come. As nature took slowly back what was once part of it. He only kept the temple free of it, to a degree that he knew the scrolls would be safe. The roof of the part that he mostly had been resting in had fallen down by now.

He did not mind it, there was not much rain coming on its own anyway. The times that he made sure rain was coming, he settled away from the temple to not damage it further with it. Times when he simply wanted to cry, feeling lonely in the ruins of a once big bustling city.

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If you met someone with the same last name as you, how surprised would you be?

Not at all, it's very common

A little surprised, but wouldn't immediately assume a connection

I would be surprised and assume there was some relation

I would be very surprised that I *hadn't* met this person, we must be related

Does anyone else with this last name even exist?

Voting ended onJun 3

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Art by me @cidsin Taiyaki Princess character sheet

a newer one from last year or 2024... I dun remember anymore xD but it seems I forgot to post the updated one here :,)))

Her first character sheet can be found here

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Art by me @cidsin Writing May 2026

And her Backstory a bit at least right after ^^

Toyhouse: https://toyhou.se/31466706.taiyaki-princess

. Story

Wandering what is called the Earth for so many worlds by now over 7239 years, one would call her old. Though she hardly is that old, just timeless after having grown up. Born by the mother Hime Chiyo, a Japanese Bakeneko Oni and a father whose name eludes her.

What didn't fall away from her eyes, were all those siblings she had already when she was born. Before her had been 38 other sisters, all like her Onineko's of different mothers. She tried to make sure to meet all of them, which was the easiest part. What was harder after that was trying to meet all those other siblings that would pop up here and there.

At a point she could not help the eyebrow twitch of hers, when she heard he had made his way with another woman again. One time she asked him if he even makes sure to visit them all, after all with so many kids, things get harder and harder like this.

But before that question ever was layed in front of him, she had to grow up. Her mother was very possessive of her, not willing to give her daughter to him. If he wanted time with her he had to visit her at least every human year.

She could hear her mother sometimes curse that she had fallen for him for that one night. But she would not give away her cute daughter either! She was simply a demon that wanted a partner for life, but with a huge tomcat like her father…. Hardly a chance.

While she could not blame her mother, father was giving the best hugs. He was big and fluffy, nicely round to give such warm and soft hugs. Yeah that might have been her start to get into fluffy things.

Under her mother she learned the ceremonies of the Japanese culture. Be it for females or males, didn't matter for them. After all they had time to spend, the more she learned the better she could fulfill her duty.

Or more so the feeling of wanting to fulfill that said duty. She felt it early, her six tails twitching, they had not the nice form like her mothers tail, but she still liked them. What she didn't like was the empty feeling of not having a…. Well a Master.

She asked her mother why she was feeling this way, which made her mother blink surprised, then huff. With a hissing sound she got a little pearl to speak with her father. "Thou will have to explain some things to thy 39ths daughter."

Her mother knew partly what it was, but this was something her father should explain more. Even more so the daughter that was with him all the time to make sure she kept the visiting times with all of his daugthers.

When he explained it Tai was frowning slightly, tilting her head with twitching ears. "So… The wish for a master is because of wanting to serve… " she made sure she understood, then huffed. If she had the tails like her mother they might now be all fluffed up.

Inside of her was a little fight, the part from her father's side that absolutely wanted to do that! YES! That was a good thing!

And then her mother's genes, hissing at the thought of serving someone. Someone that would not even be worth a millimeter of them!

Still she thanked her father and sister for explaining, she would have to see who she would pick. But knowing how little time these mortal creatures spend in the living plane… She had a feeling she would see many of them dying.

And she was right with that thought. Her first Master was a young samurai, who had ideas like none other. Who wanted to make sure all of the island called Japan would be one. She helped him with that as his little princess of fortune, as she looked like only 13 for human eyes by that time.

While she didn't age in the years to come that she served him. He grew old, his wish fulfilled as the first emperor of Japan, a proud husband to his wife and proud father of three kids. Had he ever laid a hand on her? Not one time.

Instead he had treated her like a daugther of his, even thought she was by then many years older than him. It amused her, she let him do it out of sympathy.

Then followed a long time nothing, she watched those around her. Be it humans or other oni, but nothing caught her eyes.

Only when she started looking like 18, full grown with proud 193cm tall. Only then did she find another person of interest. A person that came with a ship from a different continent, the hair a fiery red, the manners kind of crude compared to what she was used to here.

Her nose at the start complaining, that person had not washed in AGES! After they were forced by the locals to wash, them and their whole crew, her nose finally eased up. She was walking around in the clothes of a traditional princess, just her head hidden under a nice large veil.

She listened to the new language, then started speaking with them. By then she had found out that this person was actually a woman, someone who had made a big name for her people. Fierce and proud, her words hid nothing. As if she was wearing her heart on the tongue.

"I shall be traveling a bit mother." she informed her mother gently. Her mother worried for a bit, but nodded. She was sure her daughter would be able to defend herself and come back. Which would indeed not take that long, for their standards.

She traveled the sea with that lady, her new Master. That did not flee from her sight, instead was curious even more. This Master, was the first one to give her a bit of love as well, love in the form of desire.

Enjoying the time with them, she still had to hide what she was for the eyes of others. Or completely hiding out of sight. She simply enjoyed the outside most of the time, listening to the things inside of the stone buildings with hay as roofs.

Amused in a way, they were not that different in the end. Though mostly castles in her home island were build with stones, the rest was made out of wood. The earth was simply shaking too often for houses like those here.

Thanks to her fiery red haired Master, she got her tattoos. Tattoos that she would sometimes look at and think back over her first little love. A love that was not long hers, losing that person in a battle on the sea. Despite her trying to save her, she was only able to stay with her till the end.

After that she went looking all over the world, spending time in Japan from time to time. As if it was a little vacation for her, combined with the visit of her mother. She weirdly ran a lot into her father, making her think that he was able to track her or her siblings with ease.

Possibly an ability of his, or her older sister that took care of the books.

She had met many more Masters. Some were nice people, some were people she just watched die. With some she spent some private time, but never wanted to be pregnant. Gladly a part that she had from her mother.

Only if she wanted to become pregnant by the male she was with, only then she would become that. If she didn't want a child from a male, she simply denied the thought. Something her mother had cursed, of that one weak moment of giving in. Just like a person that was bad with "losing" a game.

Even though it wasn't a game back then.

She ran into other sisters of her from time to time, while one stood out with her excentric being. She blinked when she was suddenly grabbed and hugged in a bone crushing way. Hearing faintly a "BIG SISTER!" from the 7777th princess Leberkäse.

Using her tails to restrict said sister, she made sure her rips were in the right places, even though broken. It was hard, that one had so much physical strength that she would need to look out in the future.

Not that this young princess of sweet 568 years, would crush by accident another sister. "Nice to meet you too." she finally got out of her poor lungs.

Aside of this one, she had met other princesses as well. The 7th princess Cabonara, who was 7499 years old. The 3333th princess Bacon and the 4117th princess Kaffee. Or the 9277 princess Stroganow and the 9833rd princess Honey Met, them all so much younger than her. Then there was the 6378th princess Lasange and the 5323rd princess Tortellini. Aside of so so many more that she had run into but lost track of names or ages.

Her father was simply too active, only to run into one of the most younger princesses, Ragout at the place of the ReTaker so many years later.

The ReTaker yes, she had heard of them, heard that some of her siblings were there. Decided that it would be nice to pay them a visit. Even more so to see how Leberkäse was doing, if the island was really still standing.

To her surprise it was, but this time she denied the hug of Leberkäse and restrained her right away with her tails. Greeting then her sisters gently, as well the young ones that they had in the time she didn't see them.

There she would look after the kids from time to time, to give her sisters a little bit relaxing time. Or making sure that the troublesome one was not sinking the island.

Then one day she saw something so nice and fluffy. She couldn't withstand and snuggled against it. Her tails slightly curling in happiness over that softness. Even though the "young" mothboy was very surprised and hardly able to move for a while.

She found out shortly after that his name was Malio, a being that was without time like her. Just that he was so so much older, despite looking so young.

And unlike other beings of old, it didn't seem like he was searching conflict. So maybe, maybe for once she found a person she could spend all of her time with. Something that surprised Malio to no end, that weird kitty like demon coming for him to snuggle with his fluffy wool.

Getting slowly attached to her as she was already attached to him. Just like a big cat, searching for moments of being near to him. Then more times that she was just with him in a room, reading one of those many books that he had collected over all those centuries.

For once, even considering that this one might be a good one to father a kid with her. But for that both of them would need to get to that step first. While neither was pushing for it, just enjoying the warmth of each other in the snuggles.

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Art by me @cidsin Taiyaki Princess character sheet

a newer one from last year or 2024... I dun remember anymore xD but it seems I forgot to post the updated one here :,)))

Her first character sheet can be found here

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Today with a little bit different... Little dumbo octopus "girl" Rongo.

They are a former experiment, as a little egg they got already all kind of experiments done on them. Trying to "raise" a fish human creature.

It worked as one might see, but Rongo themself has no idea what happens when they would try to get offsprings. Them as well many other "experiments" had escaped the laboratory when a huge fire broke out.

Ending up with a very mixed family of others like her. People of the sea, from the world of the ReTaker, to other worlds. So to say, a found family of all kind of fish like "monsters".

A shark boy with his human pirate wife. A male sirene, who has to learn to speak the human language first. A very bity sister, who has genes of shark and human in herself as well... Always hungry and the others always making sure she is not eating the wrong things.

A boring life? Seems like that is not in it for little Rongo here. ^^

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Art by me @cidsin Writing May 2026

A little hunting story, with some parts of her past mixed in.

Toyhouse: https://toyhou.se/28860879.124-rongo

. Story

It had been ages that she had been out in the areas outside of the camp. She was not often walking around here and hunting, since she was more a medic than someone who killed things. At least that is what people thought possibly of medics, not something she can say was true.

The system of the cave was set on a nice day seemingly, just some hours before it had rained slightly. Now the rain drops were on the plants of the area called Bezirk 2. She had decided to venture out a bit, letting her legs do some movement and maybe hunting a shadow monster.

While the hunting was not a must be for her, she just liked to walk here and there on land. Letting her remember some things of the past.

Of a time when she had been in that laboratory, just being a teeny tiny little thing that did not look yet like something human like. More like the dumbo octopus that she was based on. Yet she was already awake enough to see her surroundings.

Seeing those huge things walking around, writing stuff down. She had found herself thinking why they walked and not floated or swam around. So much so that one day she had moved from her spot, causing one of these huge things to instantly react to her.

The man had stopped in front of, what she now knows, the glass. "Ah experiment 439R43 is moving finally." she could hear it loud and clear. Very loud, causing her little long ears to go flat against her head. It would not help, she could still hear him speak on over that weird stuff. Feeling that voice nearly booming in her head.

She nearly stumbled over a root, looking perplexed at it. She would have swam around it under water, but here on land? Not something doable, even more so considering that she was way too big for that anyway.

Shielding her eyes for a moment as she looked up, she was sure she had seen movement just a bit ago. One of her tentacles moved, rubbing the side of her head, while another moved over her eyes, so that she could lower her hand.

"Maybe just imagined it.." she mumbled it to herself, as she continued her way. The eyes of a shadow creature already on her.

Remembering all those tests that followed, the happy faces when there was more than a dumbo octopus body. That there was indeed a tiny human being, just with tentacles and dumbo octopus ears instead of human ones.

She grew fast with the right nutrition, making her way to the sice of a normal human toddler. Her tentacles at that time still the double of her own body length. Hearing the voices lesser extreme loud by then, still they were annoying for her ears.

Feeling how hands touch you, turn you around like you are an object. The way they treated her, just like the other experiments. Just another lab rat in oversize. The needles that came for her, taken samples of her blood and sticky slime.

A slime they found out had healing abilities. A plus for her, to get treated a bit nicer, they did not want to lose her that fast. On the other side, other experiments that were not useful… Her little body shivered every time they got rid of one.

She knew then already, she had to stay in their favors. Making sure to not get disposed of herself.

A shriek cut her out of her thoughts, she huffed and turned around to it. Seeing the big shadow going down on her. The big shadow of a big vulture, that was getting way faster near her than she imagined. Seems it thought she would be a good treat for the side, a nice little snack.

Oh how she would show this thing that it was wrong! Her tentalces already going around it, to slip onto its back. A lot of dust got thrown up and into her eyes. Making her rub them slightly was she heard the angry shriek of the shadow vulture.

Seems someone was not happy over their prey sticking to them now. "Picking on the small one eh?" she asked with her deep voice that was not fitting the look of her. A deep voice that one would await from an older guy instead.

Wanting to turn around, to get her grip around the wings with the other tentacles. About to do it to be exact, if the vulture wouldn't make it harder for her. She felt a gust of wind, then the change of the angle. The damn bird was now flying straight up with her!

How good that the cave had a point of stop, just where would that be? She didn't get to think more over this, instead the vulture turned fast around and started to go down again. In a nice spiral that made her head slightly spin.

How she had hated the tests, with the time passing she had done so many of them. Be it for writing, be it a test to see how well she thinks and works with her hands. Be it something to see her react to sounds. They came up with all kind of tests.

Some more cruel than the others, even the blood sample taking wasn't always the same. One scientist was good with that, but three others after that were always shit in taking those.

At the start they all liked to hear her speak, a sweet soft voice. At least till she hit what they suspected was puperty. Her voice started to crack for some weeks, then it turned into that deep one that the scientists hated.

"Well that might be the price for it being a hermaphrodite." one scientist said one day. Fearing they would dispose of her, she stopped speaking and used a little old chalk board to "speak" with them all. By that time some scientist got very grabby with her, testing out the body grow of hers. Be it the groping of her chest or the one of her cock.

Even if it had hurt, she had not dared to give a peep from her lips. She knew if she complained they would get more rough, like on other experiments, or even get her killed.

Killed, that was something she should think of right now. That bird was doing another damn going up into the air. Not letting her grab onto it better, making her even more grumpy with that. Her head was already spinning! Would that damn shitty bird stop that?!

No she knew it would not, the shadow monsters were only after them and others for one thing. Killing them. With a deep huff she managed to stick two of her tentacle arms onto the bird. Making sure to slowly turn herself around that she was facing that little shit bird finally.

She would need to make short process with this one, but it started another idea. Flying through some of the old building windows, trying to shake her off or fly her against the walls.

Something those scientist had tried in their own way as well back then. She remembered all too clearly how some grew old so fast for her, while it seemed her aging had stopped once she reached the height of 147cm.

Some of these people had gotten grey hair over the time that she was stuck with that age. Aside of one person. While that one always had white hair, she was as well the only one treating her with more respect when she was here.

Like today, those eyes looked sad, but masking the feelings just as well as Rongo had learned to mask hers. Then her tank started moving to a different area, it was test time again. Just that this time she was seeing a big merman, who seemingly was getting tested before her.

She frowned, her eyes darkening and getting smaller. What they did to that poor guy, it looked to hurt so much! By the way he tossed his body around and seemed to scream in a language she did not understood. Yes, it was very painful.

She wanted out of here. She wanted to get away from these horrible things.

Getting away, that was something she needed to do first here! It was not good to get stuck in the past when your life was on the line! Barely dodging another window as the damn vulture tried to get her off.

Slowly she had snuck more and more onto his back, two of her tentacles making sure she was firmly against it. Two more around him, to make sure she was not falling off by ANY chance. Her last two, were meant to grab onto the wings.

If that damn bird wanted to fly in a kamikaze style, she could help it with that! When her tentacles sneaked to the wings, the vulture screeched and flew up high and fast again. Normally she was good with heights, but the way this bird was flying made her stomach slowly complain.

A short moment of them feeling like hovering up in the air, the moment she used fast to place her tentacles around the wings. Hoping dearly whatever was in the stomach would STAY in the stomach.

Then the next spiral fly down followed, making her curse out loud this time. Colorful curses no one expected of her, but no one heard them either.

By then she knew what the bird intended if she did not fall off again. Shortly before hitting the floor it flew to the side, to another empty building with empty window frames. Just that she was prepared now, that she could finally counter.

It wanted to fully make sure she would get hit by the frame. Just for it to get a taste itself. Her tentacles had grabbed the wings tightly, crunching them together to turn it around. Instead of her hitting the frame, it was the vulture itself.

A loud crashing sound of stones falling apart, the sound of something crunching against it. She herself loosened her grip on it to land finally. More or less, she was rolling on hard stone floor and grass alike. Where the stone had cracked open, grass had sprouted. Still that fall was nowhere near a nice one for her.

She rolled, feeling cuts on her skin, bruises that would show up later. Her little body was not made for these kinds of falls, but so as well was it not for the shadow vulture. The big body came to a rolling stop a bit further, entangled in its own wings.

Slowly she got up and walked to it, already applying some of her own healing slime onto the cuts. She watched as the shadow creature slowly started to disolve. Leaving no trace but the little shadow essence. "Well, one problem lesser…" she mumbled and got away from there.

Looking back, she still didn't know who burned the laboratory down. Whoever that was, it was thanks to them that so many of them could escape that hellhole. Sure life here was maybe not the best, but it was something SHE had chosen herself.

That and she had found a family here, people that partly had even been experiments themselves. While some weren't and just ended up with them in a huge nice house. Even a little toddler, no wait that one had aged. That was not a toddler anymore!

These humans and their lifespan were too weird for her!

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Art and Character by me @cidsin Character May One Piece OC - Aubrey Havel

Little Mink Lady who ends up with the Revo's at age 18, after having lost her family and being alone on an, for her, unknown island for some years.

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Art by me @cidsin Writing May 2026

Finally a little bit more to her :)))

Toyhouse: https://toyhou.se/36579290.aubrey-havel

. Story

The New World of the Grand lLine was her birth place, the big wide sea, as her parents had started their travel a year before her. At first it seemed to have gone good, but then they had been attacked again and again. Causing them to lose their lives while she was just a mere baby.

Her parents had been washed ashore, with her in a little basket to keep her floating in case anything happened. A young man found them, at first hoped to find them still alive, but realised that the parents had died. Just that little bundle was alone and alive.

The man was part of a merchant ship, speaking with his captain and the others, they gave her parents a little funeral. It was this man that gave her her name, Aubrey. Not yet knowing that she would see herself as female and not as the male that she was born.

Being raised on the merchant ship, she learned all kind of things. The man who found her, her papa, was the navigator Claude Havel. His husband was the captain of the ship, Domenico Havel, who she would refer to as father.

The crew itself consisted of 15 people aside of these three. Some of them she saw over time as her older siblings, despite them all being humans. One was Fausto, he was the ship's cook and always in a pretty good mood. If no one messed with his utensils.

Then there was Teodozja, she looked after the logistics of the ship with the captain. Making sure nothing was missing when they delivered something or took it in. Followed by three from the deck crew, who made sure the sails were good and no danger was waiting for them at the horizon.

One was Bolah, she loved to show her some little tricks with the ropes. Then there were Crevan and Velius, who always had some good jokes and songs on them. The rest of the crew had been similar, but a bit lesser influenced her.

She learned from them all as well how to write, how to keep log and how to look at the logistics. She helped out wherever she could, while not always being able to get off the ship when they were in a harbour.

Her family always made sure it was safe enough, that she could set a foot on land. If an island was deemed too dangerous, she stood with half of the crew on the ship.

With ten years she told her parents that she did not like being called a boy. She had been hesitant about it, but she could not help the frustration that she felt when they called her their cute boy.

At first it felt like her father was a bit cranky, that she thought he didn't like it that she was feeling she was a girl and not a boy. But some nights after her speaking out he sat down besides her. Telling her he was just cranky that she held that in so long, they were her parents. So he hoped in the future she would not bottle it up.

Glad to hear this, she hugged her father strongly. Something that made him huff out air as if he needed new air. Even though it was only a play from his side, making both giggle.

It was some years later that they ended up stuck on an island, that would not let them go. She was 14 by then, and not allowed to get off the ship. They had had no intel on the island before, but they needed food.

Trying to use the chance to get some fresh food storaged and some of the wares sold. But it was to no avail, the island's head made very sure that they were not allowed to go. At least not in the way they wanted.

Aubrey had seen her papa and father coming back completely beaten. Not in the physical sense, but mental, they had discussed and discussed hours with that damn guy. They sat down with the crew, speaking over what the island's head wanted them to ship.

Everyone was very sure they didn't want a hand in that, the captain, her father, was proud to hear that. Neither did he or his husband wanted to sell slaves, even more so it would have come with extra guards. So there would not even be a chance to free the slaves, which would have been their only reason for accepting this… Deal.

Her papa took her into her arms, telling her that she has to hide a good bit more. If these people found out that they had a Mink on the ship… They would take her from them and sell as a slave. She knew of that risk, they had always been open with that warning. They hardly painted a life full of flowers only for her.

The next night some people sneaked onto the ship, seemingly trying to steal from them. As if they weren't already robbed by the prices on the island for fresh food supplies. They got woken up by those people and ended up in a big brawl.

One that the police of the island was aware off, but didn't deem to help them. Instead Aubrey saw them sitting at the side and taking bets. She huffed over that, hiding as she was instructed. She wanted to help her family, but if she showed up now… Everything would get so much more complicated.

After that brawl was finished up and the people chased off the ship. They were stuck three more days on the island, no way to get away from it. All this time her father and papa were kept for discussing hours upon hours.

They stood firm with what they said, they didn't ship slaves. But the head of the island had enough, with them knowing this now he could not let them get away. He sent the island police to them to get rid of them. Be it killed or imprisonment.

Her papa made sure right away to hide Aubrey off the ship when the tumult happened. They jumped into the water while the others tried their best to run in all kind of directions. Though Fausto didn't even managed that, he and some others were killed on the ship right away.

On the island her father managed to catch up to them, they seemingly had already looked for places before to hide in case things went south. She was wearing baggy clothes from them, for her way too big. But the best to hide her Mink features as good as possible, her tail hidden inside the pants. As uncomfortable as it was, it was helping the disguise.

But she did not have long with her parents after this, it was maybe a week more. Just a week and then they were found again, they made sure Aubrey had already been further away, so that they could hold the police right there.

So with just 14 years, she ended up on an unpleasant island, having lost her family once again. Hiding, scared, hungry, cold. Hardly places where she could even sleep properly, her ears twitching all the times as she jumped up when she heard something that could be someone finding her.

She would live like this, stealing whenever she could, be it clothes, a thin blanket or mainly… Food. Scared of those people that seemed to have no problem with taking another's life. Scared of the possibility that she could be sold off if found.

Two whole years of that kind of life. Two years, before she got spooked out of her fur nearly. She had been on her way to get some food again, some nicely fresh baked bread. After all by then she knew where she could get what the best from time to time.

A person had spotted her when she just came out of the building with some loafs of bread. Holding them in her arms and stuffed in her shirt. Her mind was screaming a triage of "FUCK" as she ran away. Ran as fast as possible but that guy could hold up.

Her nose twitching, the smell seemed off. He didn't seem to be a human either, but she had no clear mind for proper thoughts. Just running, just getting away from here! She needed a short moment to spot where she had gone off to in a panic, so she jumped onto the roofs as silent as possible in her haste.

Just to stare at the person who simply jumps right in front of her, cutting her way of escape short. She felt a hand in her nape, getting pressed down onto the roof tiles, watching as he made a sign of "Psst" without a sound.

As if she was able to say anything! Her heart was pounding, hearing some people speak. Deciding it was just some cats that had a fight properly, then he let her slowly get up when he was sure they were safe.

She had to promise to behave, he only wanted to talk. Only talking when he had hunted her through feelwise half of the city… And she realised she lost some of the bread loafs, only two were left in her arms.

He sat comfortably, while she sat up slowly. "I'm Viar. You?" he whispered to her, after all they could hardly raise their voices here. "Au… Aubrey." she had answered him. Getting watched by this stranger didn't make her feel much better.

Then he dropped the "You're a Mink." and she blinked surprised and caught off guard by him. "What makes you think that?" she asked flat out, even though the hood of her clothes was hardly hiding her cute snout.

He grinned a sharp teethy grin, that only a Mink could pull off. "Takes one to know one." he said as he showed her his hand, or better paw. He told her he was sorry for the chase, then making sure he was correct to assume she was without parents.

She answered honestly and they spoke a little bit more. Over how long she was already here and that he simply had some business to attend to. She warned him over those that would hunt them if they were not careful, just to get offered a way off the island.

She had not dared to dream of that in a while, but she nodded and accepted it. Nearly crying when thinking she could finally be free of this all.

He showed her the way, a short stop in an area that was safe to inform the ship, then he continued with her. When they were at the shore, he asked her to get onto his back. Confused she did as he told, holding onto him as he jumped in the next second to a ship that had been way further away.

Well she held onto her promise not to scream, simply because that was the second time he nearly scared her out of her fur! On the ship she was told to bathe, then they would eat. She got to learn some new people right away, the captain of the ship, and another nice lady.

After the bath, she had sat down with Viar and that nice lady to eat. When he asked her how she had ended up there alone, she simply told him what had happened two years ago. For once she started to smile again, so much so that her cheeks started to hurt from unused muscles.

After the little meal, he showed her where she could sleep. Even daring to say sorry for the tiny space, while she simply was glad over a roof over her head and it being a warm place! For once, in so long, she was able to sleep properly.

What she got to learn later, was that she had ended up on the ship of the Revolutionary Army. Curiously she had asked Viar what exactly that was, hearing then from him what their goal was, she knew what she had to do.

Asking Viar to train her even, calling him her big brother for a second instead of mister Viar. She wanted to learn to defend herself and more so over what was so normal for them as Minks. She would learn a lot when it came to fighting from him, be it Electro or the Sulong form later on.

She ended up calling him big brother after that. Because in her eyes he was exactly that, her big brother. Even though there was a time where she ended up with a huge crush on him. Can you blame a teenager like her? He was after all a pretty good looking Mink, always in a good mood, so open minded and speaking his mind.

Though that crush was one sided, she found out pretty fast that he was simply not into females. And even thought she still had a male body at that time, she did not feel well with any kind of touches that were more than hugs.

It would be later on that Iva helped her with that, finally feeling better in her body. Finally being the female she wanted to be. Even started to work under Iva and their unit. Working her way up, diligently going through all kind of paperwork.

Training she loved to have with Viar, but she did train later on with others as well. Just to some day suddenly sitting there and wonder…. Where was Iva? When would Iva be back? Would they be back? It was a month later that she was asked by Dragon to fill the position.

Honestly she was not feeling well with that, but she promised to do her work as good as possible. Which she did, though at first thinking she needed to do everything by herself in that position. Forgetting fully that she had helped Ivankov and Inazuma before. Seeing her failure in that regard, she thanked those that helped her then like she had helped the others before.

It would be five years before Ivankov would come back with Inazuma and some others that they had snatched out of the prison. By then Aubrey did her work very well, but so ready to give Iva the responsibility back.

Just to get a no from them, getting told she did a good job and they wanted her to continue that. Instead Ivankov would lead the people of Newkama land as a subgroup of the Revolutionaries. Honestly Aubrey had looked forward to stepping back and being only second or third in command in that group again. But it made her proud as well that Iva trusted her so much with that.

She promised them, that she would not let them hang.

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Art and Character by me @cidsin

On to the next... there are still some coming ^^°

This time Drajeira Dunkelfeder, who had been a former World of Warcraft OC, a bloodelf hunter to be exact.

Now in the ReTaker universe he is a blood magician who loves hacking. He grew up in a cult that was fighting for the Shadowmonsters, making plenty of their own too said monsters when they were too weak.

Resulting in him finding out that they wanted to do that to his childhood friend that he loves dearly. She is blind, so weak in their eyes.

With this information he ran away with her, working for the ReTaker to stop the cult from more idiotic ways like this.

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Art by me @cidsin Writing May 2026

His backstory on how he ended up with the ReTaker, a bit more fleshed out.

Toyhouse: https://toyhou.se/20695811.081-drajeira-darkfeather

. Story

Unlike other ReTakers, he grew up pretty near to the island, if not even on it. Just in a place that he later despises a lot. A certain cult had taken roots there, so long ago that multiple generations are living in it. And Drajeira was one of those kids, growing up with his family in that exact cult.

He was never a loud kid, always kind of shy and silent. A hard worker on the other side who had his nose in books and computers kind of all the time. If he wasn't looking out for his childhood friend who was blind.

Taking her by her hand, explaining things he was seeing to her. Be it other humans, or these shadow creatures that they looked up to in their cult. Just colors were a bit hard, so he opted to something like it is being a warm or a cold color, if she asked for more information.

Silently he became more and more good with the computers, hacking into systems for the cult over time, to get needed information to keep on being hidden. Or to plan a move on someone important that was in the way. It was just a normal thing for them all, the outside world was after all very dangerous!

If there wasn't always the little bit of doubt in him. The feeling of having to protect his childhood friend from everything. He found himself thinking, that he would even protect her from the cult if needed.

A feeling that just got stronger and stronger, when he was seeing some rituals. Some were harmless, the typical everyone would see, the starting rituals.

But then he saw one that made him feel very uncomfortable. Another cult member that had lost his hearing, was taken to that one ritual. It was the typical start, but then he was told to eat one of the shadow essences.

He did, while Drajeira watched him doing that, his childhood friend Historia by his side. His own eyes not moving much from what he was seeing, seeing blood in itself had become so normal that it didn't faze him. Though what happened to the cultmember was more than that.

The body started to deform, from a normal human body to something that resembled a mixture of it and the shadow creature the essence was from. The person who had given them the essence didn't move from the spot, instead stared at them with wide eyes. But not out of shock, more out of need. As if they wanted to be like that too.

Draj felt like this went completely wrong, sure the person had now their hearing back. But under what price? Deformed to a grotesque monster, the body cracking and ripping while limbs grew bigger. Something like spikes coming out of them, bleeding as they grew out of still normal flesh and skin.

When his friend asked if everything was ok, it was so silent aside of that weird sound. He told her not to worry, everything went as the elders wanted it to go. Everyone around them was just in awe, was what he told her, while he himself was not believing it.

A painful sound followed from the cult member that had started to deform. Then another cracking sound and squelching followed. They had taken hold of the one that gave them the essence and killed them. Pressed them into a pulp of bones and meat.

The cheering that followed after that, made his ears thrum. As if he was deep underwater. Knowing they could not stay here.

A feeling that helped him in his work even more. He gathered all kind of information on tiny chips that he could hide in his robe. Sewing them into it as if filling holes in the robe. All this while still doing his work, he could not let them catch up on what he was doing after all.

Everyone who was found trying to get away, got killed. That much he had gathered, even the ways they killed those people. By accident he stumbled over a list in the system, of people that need to be disposed off. Neither his or Historias name was on it. Neither their family's, yet.

He wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible, as he tracked routes that they could take. But he knew his family would not come with him. They were absolutely loyal to the cult, not even people he could speak with when it came to his feelings.

Time ran, one year became two years, became three. He thought he had found what he needed, the route, the timetable. Everything needed to get away safely with a blind girl at his side.

Just to find out who would be in the next ritual used. A higher cult member told him to prepare everything, that his childhood friend should be well dressed for the occassion. He simply nodded to it, asking if there is a color he should not let her wear. Just to be told that white was the only thing they did not want there.

A big stone sank into his stomach, the time had come and he had not even told Historia about his plans yet. So he went to her that evening, preparing a bag that had her "clothes" for the ceremony in it. In real it had some food in there, a blanket to make sure she would not freeze. Then as well a short herb knife and an air pressure stapler.

Not the biggest weapons when it came to the outside of the cult area. But it was at least something.

When he stepped to her place, greeting her, he closed the door behind him. Knowing full well that there are still ears out there that would hear him. So he opted for speaking with her, taking her hand to write something completely else on it.

At first she was surprised, but after a while she looked up to his direction and nodded with a smile. He was still speaking over preparing her for the ceremony, what she had to look out for. While making her ready to leave with him as fast as possible.

When night fell, he went out with her like normal, to a spot where they liked to be. Giving whoever might be near them a feeling of normality, while he hardly felt that right now. They sat down, chatted for half an hour, before he gave her the sign.

This time frame right now was the one the guards changed. Escorting her to an area that was not always watched, but from afar people would have seen them if they would be on watch right now. Using the water to hide the sound of their foot steps, getting further and further away.

The first hour seemed to go well, they sneaked around the shadow creature filled landscape. The second hour got harder, more stronger creatures where out there, so often nearly huffing at their neck. Then they heard some hunters of the cult, they had found out.

With a deep breath he took her into his arms and simply ran. Sneaking was not an option much more, the hunters would get them with too much ease. So they needed to get the creatures up and agitated, angry if possible and lashing out at anyone and everyone.

It worked for them, even if their clothes got ripped more than a little during their escape. Whatever food or water they found that was good, he gave it to Historia and only took a little bit himself. There was one camp they needed to go to, one place that would surely like the information they had with them.

But reaching it took time, multiple days even. He had no idea where they were, a map hardly helping when environment was changing thanks to the shadow creatures. Later he found out that they had been stuck in the 4th area, they had nearly found their end there.

A huge creature found them, looking kind of like a human but deformed. Arms and legs were muscled, the hip area looked like skin and bones, then the chest was full of muscles again. A tail with fluff at the end, just like the up standing hair. What was once fingers were claws, the feet looking like that of a beast. Spikes growing out of the shoulders, so near but still so different to a human being.

And that one, did go for them, empty eyes locking onto Historia. The one that would hardly be able to fight right now, easy choice. The claw going down on her, as Drajeira picks her up fast and just runs. This damn creature, with the name Shadow Lord, ripped so many more holes in his robe and hers. That he was losing all the information that he had gathered, aside of some view ones.

He ran and ran for so long, feelwise for him at least, time was really not the best friend when you were running. He tried so often to hide but that damn Lord found him and Historia again and again. Was it the eyes, the nose? Was there even a nose in that black thing of a face?

Not sure over it he took the next chance to run, feeling the muscles in his legs complaining by then. Just as loud as the muscles of his arms, he was not used to carrying Historia for so long. Then she gave him his air pressure stapler, he thanked her and used it on the Shadow Lord. He knew that thing was not really doing much damage, but it worked on his sockets that seemed to be the eyes.

A scream followed, pain and anger when the needles had hit its eye. They took that chance to get further away, still holding her in his arms. As much as he wanted to place her down, that would not be a good idea now.

The angry screams got louder, but something else seemed then to attack the shadow creature. He did not wait to see the outcome, using the time to get further away.

They walked later on together, till they reached the 1st area and the camp. Even with how ripped their clothes were right now, people might still see them as cult members. But he had to risk it, he told Historia what he wanted to do.

After a short moment of thinking, she nodded and agreed that this might be the best idea. So a good bit away from the wall, seeing that there was the one person they needed to speak with standing. They stopped, he took a stone to throw it into her direction, waiting to get her attention.

With a sharp glance she glared at him for that, even though the stone was no way near her. But Historia and him raised their hands as he spoke. "We have information for you." he said, his voice raspy, half way to dying out.

Drinking so little over the last days was finally taking its price. The guard captain Sascha stepped to them, looking them over again and again. Short questions followed that they both answered honestly. When he was allowed, he took the little bit of memory chips that he still had out of his tattered robe. Handing it to her as she leaded them into the camp and to some others that they would speak with.

Aside of getting medical care that was dearly needed.

[etheringtonbrothers]

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[cidsin]

Art and Character by me @cidsin Character June Zelda OC - The General

Tried to get around skribbling him but well... We need him for our story xDDDD and he still needs a name T.T seriously Lynel are HARD....

[cidsin]

Art by me @cidsin Writing May 2026

This one took me a while.... But I managed! He got a name by now as well and a very rough chara sheet xD

Toyhouse: https://toyhou.se/37763452.zyrell-the-general

. Story

He is by now so old, that he doesn't remember his parents anymore. If he even had any. Just the steppe that he ran around before he met Ganondorf for the first time. Back then he was still a silver Lynel, like some others.

Still able to remember the other Lynel that ended up in his territory from time to time, aside of those faded faces of Hylians and other two legged ones. Only one face seemed to always be present in his mind when he woke up again.

The face of Ganondorf, who he considered his king.

There were times when he woke up again, that he could sense his King dying. Then a long "slumber" followed when he died again. Till the next time that he was awoken by a blood moon.

A long time followed when he could not sense his king. Woken up by the blood moon again, but his king was not there. He ended up searching, avoiding the two legged people if possible. It would just take time that he could use for searching instead.

It was one of those times when he woke up confused again, just to nearly die when the night was over right away. A thunderstorm had been rolling over the steppe that he had died before gotten awakened again.

There was no chance to hide under anything for him. The thunder struck him with with full force, letting him experience how his heart stopped, started again, stopped and started again.

By the time he came by again, he found his body feeling odd. His eyes felt sharper, when he looked around. Then at his claws, had that all caused him to have problems with his eyes now? He had been VERY sure his fur had been silver, but now it had a nearly golden look.

One would think that after that he would have felt exhausted. But no. It was the opposide, he felt full with energy. Running in a gallop he ended up faster at the end of the steppe that he had been in. He remembered the hideout of some other monsters, so he decided to pay them a visit.

It was one of his roles after all, making sure they would not completely fall under laziness. Though the reaction they gave him was not what he awaited. They scrambled like always yes. But the way they called him made him frown.

"Repeat that." he ordered one of the Lizalfos that shivered with seeing him. "Your… Your fur is golden… We never saw a golden one." they answered with a tiny voice. So his eyes had been good, he had not taken damage to them, in terms of seeing colors.

"Seems so. Now tell me what do you know over the time we are in now?" he asked of them, getting their report. It seemed he would need to wait for Ganondorf once more by their words.

And it would take a good long while and many more awakenings for him to finally see his king again. By then he was wielding a thunder spear and an old shield that he had found.

When he finally stood before him, he greeted him when he was alone, going on his knees. "My King." he whispered, then looking up to hear the voice he missed for so so long calling him his General.

[cidsin]

No character today.....

Ellipsus didn't safe and I lost nearly 2k text ~~

To grumpy to redo that today....

[cidsin]

by the gods...

it is restored now!

If something like that happens to anyone else, try looking into your Version History of the file!

It had it saved there for me x.x so maybe for whoever is missing theirs, it is still there as well!

[pinklemonslices]

oh this is so helpful!! i’m so glad you got it restored :D

[littlehaize]

and if you ever delete inadvertently a document, you can send an email with you username, the name of the doc and the time it was deleted, they can find it!

it happened to me, i deleted a folder and lost all docs inside (28 or so), immediately looked if i could get them back and within the day i got all of them back!