#crinis

[2d-dungeon]

I redrew Hachi and animated her! :> I really like her design and she’s one of my most underdrawn OCs, so I wanted to give her some attention. She’s one of my favourite OCs, it’s unfair how little I draw her xD

Expect more Hachi on the days to come! I’ll keep her around.

PS: Gif on low quality because 2MB-Max :< sorry

[koidrake]

Giftart for Kent of his oc Hachi! I love this design so much!

Go check out his stuff as well, they are all amazing

[corpus-negotiatoribus-blog]

“Crinis, Crinis! Merry Christmas!” Have Cleverbot holding up a small glass aquarium, containing a tiny and rather chubby looking octopus. The scientist himself had dried sand stuck to his normally pristine white plating, and what looked like a piece of seaweed stuck to the spikes on his pede. Despite this, he was grinning from audio to audio, optics sparkling as he presented the glass container decorated with a large red bow.

Crinis looked startled at first, but then he lit up, accepting the container carefully. He hadn't missed the sand and seaweed, either. "Thank you very much, Cleverbot! This is quite a sweet new addition for my aquarium." He smiled, then set it down carefully before lifting up a container of his own. The creature inside looked like a cross between a frog and a mosquito. "I got this for you. It has a fascinating toxin that I thought you might want to experiment with."

[2d-dungeon]

Funky Hoodlums

Hachi and Crinis

Hachi, 27, found Crinis in an unopened package in a trashbin near a sexshop in New Tokyo. Having always been fascinated (not to say pervert) for tentacles, she took the package home only to discover the hood was alive. Crinis, as he’s named, granted Hachi powers to conquer. All she had to do was morph into him, becoming a Tentacle monster humanoid. Crinis told Hachi about all other Hoodlums scattered around earth, so her quest was to find all of them and discover if she was lucky enough to get the best one.

I’m developing this further as soon as I can! I hope you guys like it :D

[corpus-negotiatoribus-blog]

When Cleverbot was thrown at him, seemingly out of nowhere, Crinis' tentacles automatically whipped out to catch him before he could think it through. As a result, as soon as he caught Cleverbot, his knees buckled and he crashed to the floor, only barely catching himself with his hands as his tentacles curled around Cleverbot. He made an odd wheezing, moaning noise. "Primus...!"

[corpus-negotiatoribus-blog]

((Let's be honest. If Cleverbot and Crinis' heights were reversed, Cleverbot would find tiny Crinis hugging one of his legs like a koala.))

[corpus-negotiatoribus-blog]

Sometimes Ala sees his own wings and wants to scream and break things to ignore the urge to rip them off and the wave of nausea that causes. Sometimes Cohors sees his Autobot symbol and is reminded of the opposite faction, and has to curl up alone so that his mind doesn't project the symbol onto everything around him. Sometimes Brachium comes back from a job and lets himself bleed awhile, knowing it's not the case but hoping that somehow he'll feel cleaner if he bleeds out the 'bad' energon. Sometimes Crinis wishes he could just reach into his head and rip out his coding mess so that he won't go berserk anymore. Sometimes he winds up caught between himself and his coding, and just bashes his head against the wall in the hopes it will fix things. Sometimes Manicula kills someone for a job, then winds up starving himself for a few days because he can't stand to look at energon. Sometimes Faciem remembers coming out of a rage to discover he'd murdered his parents, and he locks himself away to scream until his vocalizer refuses to even spit static. After all, he lacks optics with which to cry. Sometimes Oculus thinks of his sparkling self and demands to know what he did to get hated so violently, and why he had to be born looking so plain. Of course, he never gets answered.

[corpus-negotiatoribus-blog]

Corpus purred, watching Crinis shake as he knelt over the glowing energy blade. Stalking around him, he caressed Crinis' tentacles in a mockery of affection, enjoying the feel of his field as it told him the medic's tanks were rolling, beyond ready to rebel and have him purge. "Who freed you from the Institute, Crinis?" he asked. The medic's optics snapped from the blade to him, as they should. "You did, sir," he whispered. "Very good~ Who saved you from being trapped as an observer in your body?" "You did, sir." Corpus was still smiling pleasantly when he came to a stop before Crinis, holding a whip. "Are you grateful, Crinis?" "Yes." The whip struck his cheek and he flinched, but his optics didn't shut. He'd made them all learn that shutting their optics was worse than keeping them open. "You're such a beautiful liar, Crinis," he purred. "You're not grateful for my generosity at all." He reveled in the flare of distress from the other mech's field. "I am! I am grateful, sir!" he tried to assure him, only for the whip to flick dangerously close to his lips. "If you were grateful," he said, smile still pleasant but voice deadly, "You would not have disobeyed the client, disobeyed ME, and lost us a good chunk of money." He'd been so bored lately. Both of them knew that Crinis' nature would force him to disobey. Both of them knew Corpus had set him up for punishment. But Crinis knew the ritual, and Corpus did so love dangling the possibility of mercy over his helpless servant's head. "I'm sorry, sir," Crinis whispered. "I'm so sorry, I'll never do it again-" The whip struck his other cheek. "Such a liar~" he crooned. "We both know you'll spare the pretty ones and the children every time." 'The pretty ones' being whoever the client or clients wanted to have abducted for fragging, in addition to their other wants. "How did you let them go this time, Crinis? What did you do while Cohors and Faciem were ripping apart the enforcers and blowing up this particular city hall?" As always, Crinis had to answer honestly. "I had a ship," he said quietly. "I bought it on our way to the planet, and... And I sent a drone ahead to gather all the secondary targets and their offspring to get them on a ship and send them to a randomized location with enough fuel to keep them safe. It was done before we arrived, so I was under the town hall making sure no one could escape underground while Cohors and Faciem set up." Corpus smirked. "Unfortunately for you, I managed to procure their coordinates. And I'll give them to that client unless you do something to please me." "Anything!" Crinis replied, predictably, his optics wide and desperate. "Drop yourself onto that blade you've been eyeing so nervously," he purred. "Scream loud enough, and I could be convinced to delete the coordinates from my memory files and from the ship's computer." Crinis dropped, and Corpus laughed while the medic screamed, his interfacing equipment being sliced through. And this was only the beginning.