Some Oc interactions from my story the Eclipse Project. Trying to work on character interactions since I love them interacting but sometimes its hard to translate into drawing...
Doodle from class. My OC Aaren being protective of Sora. Takes place right after the events of DR S4 Ep10 when Sora's parents show up at the Monastery of Spinjitzu. Aaren is not happy to see them
My DnD OC for Critical Roles Campaign 2: The Mighty Nien.
This is Chesney Noctigale, an aasimar sorcerer who has been living on the run till she meets the Mighty Nein and ends up falling into their makeshift group. She hides a lot of secrets, doesn't do physical touch, but will get defensive on her friends behalf.
I know many-a-people have already made their rendition of a rotg x httyd crossover, but I reckon I can try my hand at them. But with more focus with the Guardians and their respective dragons.
"It's always a popularity contest, and I never win those," whispers Kairos, not daring to look at Grayson. She isn't sure why she is admitting this to him, other than for trying to tell him she knows he is going to leave her too.
Some notion propelled her to continue to talk, though she didn't know if it was due to her fear or if once she started, she couldn't stop what had been bottle up for so long. "I learned at a young age that I would never be first for anyone. There was a time when I thought it was true. There had been a girl my age when I was younger, she and I had gotten along swimmingly....we considered each other friends forever. Sent secret letters to each other, got each other matching bracelets at the same time. Then, something happened. I am not sure what changed, but one day when we were supposed to meet up together, I ended up in a trap...and the one person I thought was my friend was laughing with those that were tormenting me."
Grayson noticed how she started to play with her rings on her fingers as she spoke. How she continued not to look at him, out of fear of his reaction or something else, he wasn't sure. He wanted to reach out, to tell her that he would choose her first, but in the time he took, Kairos had already taken another breath and barreled on.
"After her, I kinda shrunk on myself, relying on my brother even more than I had before. Thinking that surely, if anyone would put me first, then it would be him. He had done it a few times already during our time in CABIN so I didn't think to worry, but even that didn't last. One day..." Grayson could hear the hesitation in her voice, but he feared that if he moved, even an inch it would break whatever trance Kairos seemed to be in. "...one day that changed too, and I was left on my own. It was then that I figured out I was just everyone's back-up friend..... Eventually, I stopped trying to be someone's first." The last part Kairos whispered so quietly, Grayson almost didn't hear it. Like she didn't want to admit it herself.
Kairos seemed to realize what she said, blinking slightly before gaining a grimace and quickly amending her confession. "Gosh, I probably sound so stupid and childish to you, sorry....you can just forget everything I said." Rubbing the back of her next and forcing a little laugh, which sounded a bit like self-depreciation to Grayson. She turned quickly from him, still not looking him in the eyes, she couldn't bear to see what his reaction to that was. She didn't know if it would be of pity or disgust. She wasn't sure which she wanted either.
Though before she could take more than a few steps, she felt a warm grip on her bicep, tugging her slightly back.
"Wait," Grayson started, although he didn't entirely know how to continue. He just knew he needed to say something now, but he couldn't think of the words that would make this better. To make it sound sincere and not like he was just playing on her emotions after what Kairos just confessed. You always make things worse, don't you? growled Journey's voice speaking in his mind.
He slowly turned her around, but she still refused to look at him. Her head tilted to the ground, yet not looking at her or his feet. She seemed like a different girl at the moment. Not the cold, stoic girl he had heard from the other Hunters, and not exactly the smart and cautious girl he had seen on their adventure either. She appeared as if she was expecting a blow, to be told that her feelings weren't valid or were silly. He hated that she had been conditioned this way, to expected that from him.
"I... I don't think you are foolish for wanting to be someone's first... I don't entirely blame you for stopping to try and be someone's first either." Being a little brave, he slowly bends down to place himself into her eyesight. Seeing the sparkle of unshed tears, he continues even though she is still trying to avoid his eyes, "When I say this next part, it is not to one up or compare to what you have been through, it's only to let you know that I can relate, that you are not alone."
Her eyes flicker to his, good he thinks, I have got her interest. "Back at CABIN, I seemed like I was one of the most popular guys around. Girls were wooing after me and guys wanted to hang out all the time. At first, I thought I was on top of everything, that everyone actually liked me and wanted to be friends. But then I heard whispers. I learned to hear the unsaid things my so called friends were saying, and eventually, I realized that all they wanted was more power. That they thought being friends with me would put them in favor of either my father or...even in favor with Ardin, since he and I were in the same squad. After some particularly nasty event, I figured out real quick I wasn't really a person to people, more of an object to win and use."
"Really?" questioned Kairos, as if she never thought the son of the head of CABIN would feel like that. She had slowly lifted her head, so Grayson could straighten up a bit. He was also keenly aware his hand was still on her arm, but again, he feared moving at all would break something.
"Really," Grayson answered, smiling in what he hoped would be a reassuring smile. "But, if I may be as bold to say, while the others might not like me that much either, I find their realness with me to be more refreshing than I thought it would be."
Kairos stifled a little laugh at that. Thinking of how Journey had been very hostile to Grayson since the beginning of their adventure, and she had not gotten much better. Not that the others were in the clear either.
Grayson felt something bloom in his chest at Kairos's laugh. Trying to bring that laugh out more, he carried on. "However, the boldest statement I could make is that you make me feel like a person, not an object to be won, a pawn to be played." Moving his hand to take hers, Kairos's eyes go wide, skirting from his gaze to their hands and back.
"I know you might feel like you will never be someone's number one, but.... I" Suddenly, Grayson drops her hand as a someone appears around the corner.
Jack didn’t realize it at first, not consciously anyway.
At first, it was just there, like the frost on his fingertips when he was thinking, or the way the wind curled around him when he felt lonely. Leaves drifting lazily in the breeze whenever Art was near, even in places leaves had no right being—like a frozen lake, or a snowy rooftop, or the rafters of North’s workshop.
He noticed it on a day when she was laughing.
They were racing wind gusts across a frozen river at sunset. Jack leaping and gliding along with ice skates made of frost, while Art letting the breeze lift her in loops, leaves swirling around her in bright, playful spirals. They matched her laugh—warm, alive, happy. The leaves glowed a soft orange, catching the light, dancing like sparks from a campfire.
He liked that color. He liked her laugh too.
Later, when they sat watching clouds roll by, he saw the leaves shift to soft gold, drifting down in slow, lazy spirals. The breeze was slightly warm, brushing against his cheek like a silent I’m here. It was calm, like the quiet moments they shared when words weren’t needed.
Or how when the dream sand came out, and the two of them watched it lazy about thru the sky to the sleeping children, Art decided to tells stories about what she thought the dreams were about. But with no dream sand of her own, the leaves around her started to dance and shift to help her tell the story. They shifted to different colors and twisted to help make the shapes of dragons and dolphins. Becoming another part of her story.
But there were other days, too.
Days when her leaves flickered yellow-orange, darting around like restless birds, when the wind tugged at the edges of his hoodie impatiently. Jack would look over, see her chewing her lip, eyes darting, her hands fidgeting with her staff. Nervous, he realized. So he’d pull a snowflake from the air and flick it toward her until it landed on her nose. It always managed to make her cross her eyes and snort out a laugh; the exact reaction he wanted for his friend. The leaves would slow in the easing breeze, and she would roll her eyes at him. Yet that didn't matter since her shoulders would drop, tension easing away.
There was a time—he hated remembering it—when her leaves turned deep red, swirling sharp and fast, the breeze harsh enough to sting, even for him. He didn’t remember what Holly had said at the time, only that Art’s eyes had flashed, her staff had glowed, and the air felt heavy with that stormy energy she almost never let out.
She had been angry, protective. For him.
The leaves had glowed like embers before vanishing.
Jack learned to watch the way the leaves moved, the way they glowed, the way they fell or hovered near her hands. He learned that if the breeze felt warm and comforting, she was trying to comfort him, even if she didn’t say it out loud. That if leaves gathered gently around him, it meant she was there, silently reminding him he wasn’t alone.
Sometimes, when she was sad and trying to hide it, brown and yellow leaves would fall like rain around her, vanishing before they touched the ground. On those days, he would catch one before it disappeared, tuck it behind her ear, and grin until she managed a smile.
The leaves told him things Art wouldn’t say out loud, or couldn’t always find the words for. They were part of her—her comfort, her stories, her fall—just as frost was part of him.
They had spent nearly two centuries together, but it wasn't until after Manny chose them as Guardians that Jack truly realized how much he relied on those leaves. Relied on Art Breeze.
And Jack found he didn’t mind at all that everywhere Art went, a bit of autumn followed.
Been back into How To Train Your Dragon lately and doodling a lot of dragons as a consequence. Which is totally fine cause what's a story without dragons, but idk how to draw dragons so it's forcing me to learn.
After the annoying night filled with assassin robots and Ras acting as suspicious as ever, it was safe to say the ninja hadn't gotten a bunch of rest the rest of the night. But that morning, the Tournament of Sources continued, so they made their way to the arena. As the ninja gathered near their normal side of the arena, Roby came flying out on his pedestal in all his "glory", as Wyldfire would say.
Swinging his microphone around, Roby started up cheerfully, "Good morning competitors! This morning we will start off by answering the age old question: Does the element make the Master or does the Master make the element?"
Aaren's brows knitted together in confusion and apprehension. Lloyd seemed to share her sentiment with the concerned glance he shared with his sister. "I don't like where this is going," mouthed Aaren.
Lloyd nodded his head in agreement, thinking back to her, "Yeah, I have a feeling I know where this is going and I don't like it." But before he could continue, Roby grabbed their attention once more.
"So, to answer this question, our competitors for the round are the hot and cold Masters of Fire and Water!! Katana and Nathaniel Smith!" Roby exclaimed as he threw his arms out for emphasis.
The crowd cheered as Katana and Nathaniel's faces appeared on the giant screen behind Roby. Ras and his team looked smug from the opposite side of the steps from the Ninja. Ras's team no doubt was glad that it was a ninja against ninja, meaning one less ninja to survive to the next round of the tournament.
Meanwhile in that split second, the Ninja each had varying reactions. Mostly surprise and annoyance that their own team members were having to go up against each other. Samuel being the most to complain about that fact. Cole and Nya looked worried. Lloyd and Aaren just sighed in defeat since they had felt like something like this was bound to happen, seeing as they never get a fair chance at tournaments. Besides, a similar thing had happened during the Tournament of Elements hosted by Master Chen.
However, what surprised most people, was the reaction of the two competitors themselves. Granted, looking back on the whole thing, the other Ninja should have expected this outburst from the Smith twins, Nya especially. The audience's cheering hadn't even finished when yelling came from the Ninjas' side of the arena.
"Excuse me! The order matters!" exclaimed Katana as she scowled in the direction of Robey. He finger pointed at him like she might shoot him for where he stood.
Roby looked a bit confused to have his introduction criticized, as well as a bit terrified at the brunette pointing a fury finger; but before he could say anything from his floating platform, Nathaniel spoke up as well.
"Yeah," shouted Nathaniel, "It's Katana Smith, the Master of Fire and Water."
"And Nathaniel Smith, the Master of Water and Fire," Katana continued directly after her younger twin, hands going to her hips.
Nya just shook her head at her younger siblings antics, but didn't correct them. Aaren for her part, cracked a bit of a smile, cause well, order did kind of matter. Since a lot of twins on the team shared elements, they kinda had their preference of which they favored, hence an order for calling out their elements had sort of become a default, with the preferred element being first. It also helped them differentiate their ninja gi. As the preferred element was the more prominent color (so for Katana, her gi was primarily red with light blue accent color while Nathaniel had a primarily light blue with red accents gi).
Roby to his credit after recovering from the initial shock, took the twins interruption in stride, correcting himself with "Right, let us begin the fight between Katana, Master of Fire and Water and Nathaniel, Master of Water and Fire."
With that, the twins stepped into the area and prepared to fight.
I really wanted to post a WIP from one of my stories, The Booklanders, so decided to post. Let me know what you think
The story follows three siblings as they deal with the mysterious force that is starting to rise in their world. Rest of the work in undercut.
Listen, this is the story of how we broke the world.
Not with weapons or battles, but with choices — the kind that seemed right when you were making them, only to look back and realize that they were tearing everything apart. It started small, like most things do. With the tipping of the scales, a balancing act that seemed simple enough to correct.
We were wrong.
See, the Booklander line has been protecting the balance in Nexivire for generations, making sure the Novaluno's creation doesn’t spiral into chaos while theLucana's absence doesn’t take over control. My brothers and I grew up on grand stories of how the Booklanders before us had saved the world — tales of dangers conquered and wonders restored. A silent promise that it was our destiny too.
Maybe that was our first mistake, wanting to make sure we lived a story worth telling. Rushing to make sure we got our big break. But there’s something they forgot to tell us: that stories. The really good ones. They don’t leave anyone untouched. And this one? It changed everything.
I’d love to tell you that we were the heroes, that we knew exactly what we were doing. But we were just us — three siblings trying to make sense of a world that kept shifting under our feet. To live up to the legacy of our family. Desperate to leave the world better than we found it.
And whether we saved or ruined it in the end? Well, I guess that’s for you to decide.
So if you want to know how it all went wrong — and maybe how it started to go right — I guess you’ll have to decide to keep reading or not. Like I said, everything starts with a choice.
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My name is Storm Booklander; and if you are still reading this, it must mean that you chose to continue reading, whether it’s out of curiosity or something else only you will know. Now, stories like this often don’t have just one beginning. They are a mess of threads all tangled up until you can’t tell where one ends and another begins. Though if I had to guess, this one started with the choice my brothers and I made when it came to our Grimoires.
The Booklander Grimoires are ancient books, gifted and bound to our line by the first Dragons of this world, godlike beings that are connected to the supernatural forces. Each Booklander receives a Grimoire on their seventeenth birthday after completing a trial, and the Grimoire offers specific information or insight for their respective person. The Grimoire are supposed to never be wrong.
Until they were.
It started small at first. Pages that should’ve been filled with guidance came up blank. Then information twisted in on itself, like showing something as harmless when in actuality it is very dangerous. Even my usually cryptic prophecies and images were twisting into nonsense… well more nonsense than usual.
Looking back, maybe that was our first warning. We just didn’t listen.
*set after the robots attacked Lloyd and the others at the Tournament of Sources
Aaren could not get back to sleep, no matter how much she tossed and turned on her bed roll, sleep seemed to elude her. That wasn't necessarily a new thing, even before the merge and getting her visions, her sleep had never been the best, but after being rudely awakened by a robot assassin attacking her and Lloyd, she figured that might be the main cause for tonight's insomnia.
The backyard seemed to glow under the moonlight, with spots of shadows landing on the pond and other spots due to the trees and buildings around them. As she scanned the grounds, passing over the pond, the training equipment, and even the trees, Aaren could not spot her brother. Wondering where he could have gone, she stepped farther from the door, only to hear the slight shuffle of tile above her. Smiling slightly, she turned to face the awning before allowing the wind to help her up.
After what felt like eternity, Aaren heard the blankets rustle next to her. Lloyd she thought, internally sighing as the slight footsteps of her twin faded away. Slowly, as not to disturb the others, she got up and dodged the others laying around and followed the sound of her brother to the back porch of their housing. She paused slightly as she passed Cole, who shifted, grumbling slightly about cake. She smiled every so slightly at how some things never change. Though last time they were in a tournament, their room arrangements were not nearly as close together, what with all of them having their own element themed rooms. Plus they were missing the Julians last time, this time they have all the nindroids, but they were missing Kai, Jay, and James.
Getting sidetracked, Aaren refocused as she slid the door shut and took a look around to try and spot Lloyd.
Once she was on the roof, it was easy to spot Lloyd. His back was towards her, though she could see he was balancing on the ridge of the roof as he looked towards the moon. Approaching quietly, she positioned herself next to her twins left, and found him hugging his knees to his chest. Aaren didn't say anything at first, just joined him at looking at the moon, though if she caught the slight reflection of a tear sliding down his cheek, she didn't say anything. Granted, one of the for better or worse things about being twins, especially prophesied twin saviors, is that Aaren had a good feeling why Lloyd was up there.
After a while, Lloyd finally broke the silence, his voice cracking slightly. "Do you think we are actually cut out to be masters? To lead the team through the tournament? Are we really at the same level as Master Wu...as.."
"Dad?" supplied Aaren quietly. She still didn't look directly at her brother, for she feared if she did, one of them would end up letting the tears come tumbling out. "That was the reason you pushed so hard to say you weren't ready to be the Master to help the others through the Tournament...why I....felt not ready either."
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Lloyd nodding slowly, wiping his eyes as subtly as he could. "It's just....the last time we were in a situation like this...in a tournament...dad was there to help. And at the end of it...we still failed and...and he...we...we lost him. I...how do you live up to him being an amazing teacher and helping us through that tournament? How...how do we know if things are going to end up being the same this time around...or maybe worse...I...I don't want to disappoint the others."
Lloyd slowly curled in on himself as he finished his rant, and he feared facing his sister. He didn't want to see the disappointment on her face. Instead, all he heard was the sounds of shuffling on the roof tiles, before feeling a warm arm wrap around him. Not being able to bring himself to lift his head from his knees, he felt Aaren's chest take a deep breath.
"It's ok to be scared...It's ok to miss dad.. I still miss him too, and trust me...when we heard that this was essentially another Tournament of Elements, my brain immediately went back to the last one we participated in..." Aaren slowly breathed out as she shifted slightly so Lloyd's head ended up on her shoulder. "I was like, How is this going to be different from the last time? This go around, we are down a couple more team members and both our masters? How am I gonna live up to being a proper Master like Uncle and dad?"
Shaking slightly, she continued to look at the moon as Lloyd slowly turned his head to see his sister's face, tears slowly leaking down the side as she continued to breathly say, "In the mists of my doubts though, I saw your doubts too, and then I remembered something dad told us. That we have to try our best, to learn from our mistakes and the lessons of the past so that we can do better in the future.....Trust me, it's hard being here... without dad or even uncle. But we as much as I hate to say it, we are ready. We have been given great examples of how to be Masters, but we also have to learn from their mistakes too....The two of us need to work together to help and encourage the team. We need to try and figure out what Ras has planned before the tournament ends... Yesterday is gone, tomorrow has yet to come, we need to worry about today. We need to figure out how Ras got those robots into here, and we need to figure out how to make sure everyone stays in the tournament as long as possible....What do you think...up for the challenge to make Dad and Uncle proud...to make yourself proud?"
Lloyd sniffled slightly too as Aaren slowly turned towards him, her violet eyes meeting his emerald green. He nodded his head slightly, whispering, "Yeah, I want to make them proud. I miss dad and I wish he was here...I know he hasn't been here for a while, but...being in this setting just got to me a bit more that I thought...plus I..I don't want to not let you guys all down...I just...the pressure gets to me sometimes you know? I...I don't understand how you can have everything together nearly all the time...at least you got it better than me...."
"Lloyd," sighed Aaren, "I..I don't have it together as much as you think, I just...I have just learned how to hide it better...but you can't compare yourself to anyone...especially not me. None of us are the same person, we haven't been through the same things, our childhoods before all this ninja stuff were different...All we need to do right now is focus on the tournament, help eachother if one of us is struggling. Think on the lessons dad and uncle taught us, and help our family. Ok?"
Blinking, Lloyd thought for a moment, and for a second, Aaren thought he was going to rebut her. "Ok, lets do this," stated Lloyd with some confidence. A slight flare of power in his eyes echoed his statement.
Feeling a little bit better, now that the real issue that had been boiling under the surface, Aaren could feel at least some tension come out of the duo. Braving a slight smile as the two started to climb back down, Aaren commented "Come on, we should probably try and get a little bit of sleep before the tournament starts. Besides, I know it might seem a bit daunting, but second times the charm, right?"
when you slow down this scene, there's a little detail that–while not really noticable–arin's reactions are a little later than the rest, and his facial expressions shift alot moreso than the others, showing how he's probably pretty unfocused
and with that detail, kai seems to be the one who's the most focused, as even nya and lloyd's expressions occasionally shift (lloyd being the most out of the three of them), while he stayed unchanged the entire time
Tiny 12 y/o percy, standing in the lake, wounded and exhausted after a game he knew nothing about, a game he spent stumbling around till he reached the lake shore, the subtle show of his fighting getting better near the water.
Tiny 12 y/o percy confused more than ever, looking up at the glowing trident, backdropped by the vast lake and the mountain range behind him, getting claimed by one of the most powerful gods, ruler of the seas and agent of chaos, a forbidden child. Reading this moment as a child who so painfully related to him was like, Ha! See? How dare you call him a loser! He's going to be the most powerful demigod, meant for all the glory!!
But watching this as an adult is like. Have you ever bitten off more than you can chew? Have you ever been part of a legacy you never wanted? Have you ever been drop kicked into a high pressure situation that can alter your life completely, With little to no guidance? Have you ever been subject to trauma simply because of who you are?
That's no glory. That's the world expecting too much from someone who's been told too little. Someone who's been made to feel too little. That is the story of someone who hasn't prepared enough, hasn't lived enough and hasn't experienced enough, being forced to handle the weight of the world too soon.
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