my theory is if i pitch and develop new characters on tumblr then maybe i'll have an easier time oc posting without feeling like im playing catch up.
anyways my floral themed magical girl ocs. in order ichika, yukina, tabia, kiera, and himari. i think the gimick im going with is that they have unconventional hobbies/interests and it plays into their magical girl personas :] ive got gardening, fishing, badminton, trumpet, and larping.
all my concept sketches in rough order. dont mind mei shes just very tangentially related sent me down this dark twisted path of falling back in love with magical girls
the goal is to make a low poly 3d animated series and you will all watch it and love it heres most of my fuckass moodboard
Guyys, guys, do you know what day is it?
It’s BLOOM’S BIRTHDAY!
Omg, @bloomsoftly it’s your special day!!
YAY!
And so I made you something. It’s not much and it’s not big, but I hope you like it? :3
Pairing: Darcy x Natasha
Words: 1000
Rating: T, but probably K+
Five moments in life, plus one.
I.
Sometimes Natasha would wake up in her bed, stiff and rigid, but never shaking or screaming.
It was the most that her body allowed her to express, Darcy reasoned.
She would stiffen from the shoulders, going so far as trying to burrow herself under the pillow or nearest duvet of their bed, and sometimes the sofa.
When Nat was in one of these moods, there was nothing that could remove her from the nightmare until she woke up for reals.
She was now an expert of that particular move.
And yeah, it hurt to see her love suffer so much, so she tried to be there as much as possible every time she had an episode.
“You with me?” Darcy mumbled sleepily, her fingers tracing patterns on Natasha’s shoulders, moving the soft strands of hair.
“Mm? Oh. I’m sorry,” Natasha sighed softly, “It’s three in the morning, myla, go to sleep.”
Darcy hummed, “of course. You with me?”
And Natasha chuckled, like she always did, and sank into her embrace, “always.”
II.
Darcy had no patience for incompetent assholes down in the labs.
She wasn’t a scientist, but still ruled the department with an iron fist, albeit a flower patterned one. Many had believed her to be only a pretty face before being thoroughly annihilated.
Natasha approved.
She had shown up unannounced more than once, the first months of their tentative dating, more than willing to scare the minions in case her girlfriend needed it, but it hadn’t really been necessary.
So she took to simply bring lunch, from time to time, and hear the latest gossip as they both watched Jane being brilliant. Darcy called it her favourite sport, of sorts.
“Miss Lewis,” JARVIS interrupted them, “HR has received another complaint.”
Darcy groaned, loudly. “Do I have time to finish this sandwich or should I just give up, J?”
The AI hesitated. “It would be best if-”
“Got it, got it,” she waved a hand dismissively and bit into her sandwich with relish.
Natasha just watched her with a smile.
“What? Why are you staring at me?”
She snorted. “Nothing, nothing.”
III.
They both hated official gatherings, but not so secretly relished in playing the political game.
Darcy loved watching The Black Widow at work. She was always torn between wanting to be her and loving her, but lately, the challenge had become resisting the urge to find the closest room to have her way with her.
Natasha knew it, and teased her mercilessly about it.
“Just you wait,” she mumbled over her plastered smile as the next Big Thing was presented to the audience. “Just you wait.”
IV.
Natasha loved the cold.
It was totally understandable, what with her being Russian and not actually feeling it, but Darcy absolutely despised it.
They made for a funny picture on the tabloids, with Natasha wearing her customary leather jacket and Darcy her three hats, scarves and two pairs of gloves, nursing what was the mother of all colds.
“Are you still mad about it?” Natasha asked her over the steaming mug of tea.
“Do.” Darcy pouted, sneezing loudly and making their cat jump from the bed in a hissy fit.
“Dere, eben de cad hades be” she whined, coughing.
Natasha just smiled patiently, “would a kiss make it better?”
Darcy seemed to consider the offer before nodding, “Baeebe.”
V.
“So…”
Darcy edged closer to the bed, and her girlfriend huffed from her propped up position, uncomfortably twisting her bandaged arm to properly look at her. “So, what, Darcy?”
“I was thinking…”
“...Yes?” Natasha raised an eyebrow and Darcy’s lips curled. It was kind of amusing when she tried that move on her.
“Since you’re on forced bed rest for the week…” she put her hands on the bedsheets for an added bonus, really, and snorted when Nat’s good arm swatted at them playfully.
“Darcy, are you going to spit it out already?”
“The new Pony Movie is out on DVD and we need to watch it right now,” she rushed to explain, her face smiling her best ‘please please please’ smile.
Natasha’s face twisted into some sort of expression of comedic horror. “No. We are not watching your Flashing Sparkle-”
“Twilight Sparkle.”
Natasha’s look should have murdered her on the spot, instead she just giggled.
“Darcy, we’ve talked about our relationship’s limits. I let you drag me to sushi once every two months or so and about the weapon thingy and the samovar but, I draw the line at cutesy ponies after we watched together the last seven seasons. Watch it with Clint. Oh no. Don’t look at me like that, I said no-”
There were ponies.
Cute, pink and purple ponies trying to save their land with the Power of Friendship (’It’s the Magic of Friendship, Nat!’ Clint would say.).
Darcy was not crying. No, no she was totally crying.
She sniffled for the third time as the fireworks lit the Palace of Canterlot at the end of the movie. She dared to look at her girlfriend, who had stopped complaining and making snide comments after the first ten minutes of the movie and who was watching with rapt attention.
She snuggled closer, not daring to break the spell, and she smiled when Natasha’s good arm wrapped more firmly around her shoulders.
The ending song wasn’t yet over when Natasha’s eyes were on her. “Is the new pony in the next season?”
VI. (V + I)
“Did you know that the tabloids are speculating that we’re actually getting married in secret?”
Darcy raised her head from the pile of spectacularly useless items she’d been sorting for the Avengers Charity Grab Bag.
“Huh. Go figure.” And she went back to scavenging stuff they could actually use.
Stark had offered to fund it by himself, but Steve had argued that the community had to feel involved somehow. It still hadn’t stopped him from buying a ton of junk and donating it for the event.
“Clint’s been talking about it all day,” Natasha continued.
“Has he?” her girlfriend said absentmindedly, pawing a blue box that was probably empty.
“Yep. All hurt that he didn’t get to witness it.”
“Oh, he must be heartbroken,” she deadpanned. “Tell him he can be your witness, Jane wants to be mine.”
It took them both three seconds to realize what had been said.
They hadn’t really talked about it, marriage.
“Do you…” Natasha started carefully, “are you serious?”
Darcy blinked, then smiled, “of course.”
A pile of merchandise fell somewhere, crashing on the floor. Neither of them cared.
decided to model two of my magical girl background characters bc having concrete designs for the main girls is scary!!!! anyways this is mei and naomi they werent yuri in my head but im looking at them now and they can be yuri........ mei is a photographer and naomi is a reporter theyre the duo that makes up the schools either paper or gossip blog but quickly get distracted by a group of superheroes showing up and uncovering who they are
got inspired to do the costumes for the mg gals after watching heartcatch gawshhhh thinking of them........ i need 7 seasons and a movie for my supreme vision (2 or 3 seasons realistically)
debuting danu ig i love redesigning them 20 billion times!!! okayyy but this time....... this time my players will love it
