medibang paint drawing of my oc that I banged out in an hour out of boredom (my internet wasnt working) This is also why his color palette isnt right and is a tad ugly
blasts tsunami with some beams (transgender beam, beam that makes you old)
This is Tsunami (Hǎixiào in Chinese) - ze/hir pronouns (TA in Chinese). Ze's Vortex's twin. Ze transitions sometime after 24 AC. The commission thinks ze died of grief but really ze just ran off to a small town where no one would recognize hir, where ze also transitioned. Ze has water based powers, like water bending, but a special feature is that ze can manipulate the temperature, as hir powers started from messing around with pouring tea. Ze's pretty similar to Vortex: Short tempered and not very nice.
Ze is out of the public eye but still has some dwindling trust which ze uses to perform tricks at a local teahouse.
Extra fun fact is that Vortex broke hir nose when they were about 7, so hirs is crooked.
You can learn more about hir here
Edit: Tsunami is now Riptide and hir mandarin name is Fēng Cháo <3
It feels a little wrong to show the miis without showing their actual looks, even if it is just early sketches. Once I start with their ref sheets they will probably look very different
Duke is on the left, and Riptide (again, name is a work in progress) is on the right
Almost too late for May the 4th, but I made it nonetheless! Everyone meet my Kaminoan OC, Saun Hal, and four of her CC cadets! CC-7238 “Blindside”, CC-6204 “Riptide”, CC-4155 “Doe” and lastly CC-8353 “Duster”!
Anyways this is your local PSA to make and love your Kaminoan OC’s! Cuz they are very fun to make :3
Author’s Note: This is the next fic in Joth’s adventures in the Astartes Husbandry AU! Thank you to @undeaddream for allowing me to borrow Riptide! First. Previous. Next
Warnings: none, please ask me to tag if something bothers you
Summary: You take Joth with you to sell things at the farmer's market.
You hum a little to yourself a small smile appearing on your face as you finish setting up the covered area that you were renting to sell your fresh produce, as well as the small chest of frozen cuts of goat and lamb goat meat. The other small chest holds some of the cow, sheep and goats’ milk that you have on offer as well as several dozen eggs. This was the first time that Joth was accompanying you to the farmer’s market, and he was hauling in the last of the containers of fresh fruit as you showed him where you wanted them displayed on the tables set up for customers to come up and choose from as they pleased.
You were hoping that one of the other World Eaters who lived in town would come by today, as you knew that Astartes were very social creatures. Joth’s separation anxiety was getting worse, and you knew that friendly interactions with fellow Space Marines would help him calm down, in time.
Joth suddenly let out a quiet, wordless rumble as his helmeted face snapping in one direction, his previously relaxed body posture tense and alert. His tail, which had been wagging back and forth slowly had stilled completely and fluffed out.
“Joth, you okay, buddy?” You ask, putting down the scale that you used to calculate how much your customers paid for certain goods down on the table before making your way over to him, your movements slow and deliberate, so as to not startle him.
“... I can hear someone coming. Another Astartes.” Joth grumbles out as he rolls his shoulders back, no longer hunching a little to try and be slightly less gigantic.
“I told you that there were going to be other Astartes at this farmer’s market. I know that at least a dozen other vendors are friends with space marines, and I know a couple of them are bonded. Also, venues like this are quite popular with Astartes, as they are easier to navigate, than traditional grocery stores and supermarkets. You need to be able to handle seeing other astartes, and possibly interacting with them or you’re going home. What is it going to be, Joth?”
A low, unhappy whine left Joth as he shuffled over to where you were standing, hsi crimson eye lenses peering pleadingly down at you “Don’t send me away… Please…”
“I won't if you think that you can handle yourself around other marines. And I’m not punishing you, if I do send you home. We all get overwhelmed sometimes, and there is a lot going on in a place like this. More than a few of us regular humans can get overstimulated in a place with as much going on in it as this…” You pause for a moment, going up on your tiptoes and cupping one of his cheeks with your hand. The metal under your hand is warm and he leans into your touch, a soft purr rumbling in his chest “With your enhanced senses I imagine it can quickly become very overwhelming. If you do need to step away please tell me, and head somewhere quieter alright? Or back home, depending on how you’re feeling.”
“I… Very well. I will do my best.” Joth answered, shifting in place a little, still purring at your touch.
“That’s all I ask of you, bud.” You murmur, gently patting his cheek again before asking “Was that the last of the fresh fruit from the truck?”
He nods “Yes. There are a couple of vegetables that escaped into the bed of the truck, which I will retrieve for you.” He lingers, still enjoying your touch before heading off. He’s still tense, but not as tense as he had been moments ago.
~
Joth returns with the escaped vegetables, placing them in the containers where they are supposed to go and sits down next to where you are watching as the market begins to fill up with customers of all ages and sizes. They certainly are a noisy bunch, but he leans into your side, the sound of your heartbeat and your subtle, pleasant scent keeping him calm and grounded.
Another World Eater is making his way through the crowd. Despite the reputation of their legion, no one seems to pay him more than a moment’s mind. Then again, the other is mostly Blue and White with a couple of Brass accents. He does have slate grey horns and spikes, which marks him as a Chaos Marine. The brass rings on his horns are striking and shiny. The other World Eater makes his way over to where Joth is sitting beside his human, looking at the array of fine vegetables and deliciously sweet fruits for sale.
“Are you looking for anything in particular, Riptide?” You ask smiling brightly up at the other Chaos Marine.
“Eli mentioned wanting peach cobbler for dessert, since it’s peach season. I came here as I know that your peaches are some of the best in the region.” Riptide answered, carefully picking up one of the pink and orange fruits with his claws ,delicately enough to not pierce the soft, fuzzy flesh. “I see you have a new foster? Greetings, Brother.”
“Greetings Brother.” Joth rumbles, doing his best not to tense up at being acknowledged by the other marine. “We have fresh cream, to go along with the dessert. And-” He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath “Several stalls down there is someone selling good cinnamon and that earthy-fragrant spice whose name escapes me.”
“Frequently made into an alcohol-based liquid? Or mixed in with sugar? Ah! Vanilla. Yesh. I plan on picking up some vanilla and freshly ground cinnamon as well. I think I will take some cream as well. Do you mind reserving me a quart? I want to purchase the spices before coming back to pick up the cream and heading home.” Riptide asked, grabbing the peaches that he was intending on purchasing and bringing them over to be weighed.
“Sure thing! Let me just write that down, so I’ll remember.” You answer with a small smile, noting down Riptide’s order and weighing out the peaches. You tell him the price for both the peaches and the cream. He hands over the cash you asked for without complaint, and nods to both you and Joth “I should be back for the cream within the hour.” Before he headed off, carefully making his way through the crowds of baseline mortals.
~
Riptide did indeed return within the hour for the cream that he’d purchased. It was a good thing that he had reserved the cream, as you’d sold out of the rest of it by the time that the World Eater returned for the ingredient that needed to be kept fridge-cold until it was used. You’d also sold out of most of the fruit you had one offer - you did have some berries left, but you expected to sell those by the end of the day. Your vegetables were just as popular, and you’d sold half of the meat you’d brought to sell today as well.
Joth had stayed quiet for the most part as he watched the baseline humans go by. Occasionally he would let out a little warning rumble when someone tried to sneak a piece of produce into a pocket to steal, which was part of the job you had asked him to do - which was to make sure that no one stole from your stall without resorting to violence.
It was remarkable how fast would-be pick-pockets returned their potentially ill-gotten gains when a space marine growled at them. You were happy to give discounts to those who were running low on money and were hungry, they just needed to ask.
“You ready for the cream, Riptide?” You ask as the large white and blue marine made his way over to you.
“Yes, please.” He answers with a nod.
You pull out the quart of cream and -
Joth intercepts you, gently taking the jug from your hands and standing up, walking a couple of steps over to hand it to Riptide “Your cream, Brother.”
“Thank you. I hope that the two of you have a lovely day.” Riptide answered, and you could hear the grin in his voice as he headed off, likely back home.
Joth huffed a little before going back to sitting on the ground and leaning into you, a pleased rumbling purr starting up in his chest.
You chuckle a little, patting his helm. As far as posturing for a chaos marine went, that was fairly subtle. You’d let it slide, as Joth has been very calm and careful in his interactions with the public and hasn’t so much as hissed at a single person once. You stay at the farmer’s market until the last of your produce and meat have been sold, whereupon you - with Joth’s help - break down your stall and head home for the day.
I take pictures for the Daily Planet and save metropolis on the side <3
What’s up everybody I’m Josefina Hernandez. Just Jo or Joey works fine thanks. Yes I know Joey is a boys name, no I don’t really care. I got like water powers and stuff, I was just kinda born this way. I think they call it a metahuman or something like that. And just between you and me, yeah I’m Riptide. But don’t tell anybody okay?
But yeah I got a job at the Planet, I just take pictures but if you need a good headline I’m your girl. Like This Just In: Ya Moms a Ho (Nobody Was Shocked). Catchy right? Yeah I’m something of a comedian. Who is in no way shape or form dating Clark Kent at all. We’re just buds okay? Okay. So yeah now you know me, it’s time for me to get to know you. Don’t be shy! Come on in!
