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I’ve actually made an in-depth post about nautolan design before, here!

http://deer-head-xiris.tumblr.com/post/163876906475/any-tips-on-how-to-draw-nautlons

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(Looking up the meaning of the names I found out Akande means first born, so I changed it to his twin sister who was born right after him)

“No” Akande looked around him, the rubble of the destroyed buildings surrounding him. “No” the word seemed to be his personal mantra as the ruins of his home surrounded him. “No” he said once more as he gained his wits and began running towards his home, his family, his life. He stopped once more when he saw what had become of it, it was in ruin, most of it collapsed and the parts that weren’t were surrounded by flame. He was running on pure adrenaline as he ran into the remains of the crumbled building, his home that he grew, learned, and played in. He knew exactly where he was headed, the layout imprinted in his mind from his years of living there.

He turned a corner and his run slowed into a jog before stopping completely “No” it was a quiet whisper. He looked into his sister’s room or what was left of it and saw her, her legs and one arm crushed by fallen rubble. He ran over to her trying to push it off of her with all his might, he was much stronger than most people, having been training in multiple fighting styles since youth but he still couldn’t move it. He stopped for a moment to kick away an approaching omnic but then was right back at his sister’s side. “Akande?” A weak voice gasped out, sounding rough, but still familiar. “Shanumi!” He said, relieved she was still alive. “You came back,” she said, voice still quiet, but tears were starting to well up in her eyes “you did it,” she said as the tears started streaming “I did it, I did it for you,” Akande said, starting to cry as well.

“I’m gonna win the nationals” Akande has said one day at dinner. Everyone else, his parents and sister turned to him. His dad and mom smiled “Of course you will,” they said, but they weren’t mocking him, no they truly believed Akande was capable of greatness. “When you win can you bring back the championship? I wanna see it!” His twin said eagerly. “The first thing I’ll do when I win is fly right back here and we’ll all celebrate”

And that’s exactly what he did, just last night he had won and eagerly hopped on a plane heading back to his hometown. He was their hero now, something his family, his tribe could be remembered by. Everyone would be saying ‘that’s the Yoruba tribe, that’s where  Akande Ogundimu is from’. But before he arrived news of the omnic crisis spreading here had flocked the news, he couldn’t believe it. That was his home, safe from the outside world, that was supposed to always be there for him. Now though? Now it was gone, and here he was standing next to his dying sister. He was drawn out of thoughts by his sister hacking into her hand she used to cover her mouth. When she removed it there was blood covering it. She grabbed Akande’s left hand and placed something, a piece of paper, in it “I’m proud of you, we all are” he looked right into her eyes as the light faded from them.

“No, no, no, no” he went back to trying to push the rubble of his sister. All the while hiccuping up sobs repeating the same words over and over “no, no, no”. He slowly sunk to the floor, drawing his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them, something he hadn’t done since he was a child. He stayed there before hearing a loud creaking and looking up to see more of the roof starting to fall, he tried to run but it was too late the fallen peace of building landed directly on his right arm.

When the ambulance had found him, he was unconscious but still alive. They saw the paper in his hands and opened it to reveal a photograph of himself and the dead body a few feet away. When he awoke he found out that his sister and both of his parents had died in the attack. Unfortunately, they couldn’t save his arm and he had to have it amputated but was able to get a special prosthetic built by his father’s company. As if the loss of his family wasn’t enough he then found out that his new arm gave him an “unfair advantage” in fights, so he ended up losing everything he had ever cared about.

Send me a letter/meme combo and i’ll but out a pic

Send me a letter/number combo and i’ll bust out a pic

@shadowapprentice2 i never thought of ferguffin before XD cute pair! since i’d never drawn them their proportions and stuuff might be off,but i hope you still enjoy ;D

isa: Yay!!!!!! I love hearing people are making ocs to play and explore, it’s so good and pure. keep on keepin on ;w;