#shitty oc

HIIIII HELLOOOOO!!!!! I did not kill myself 😍🙏🔥🔥❗ yey

nah well y'know like y'know? When u know u you know

hey so uhhhhhhhhh this is a OC i made she's called Douzuka-chan. sorry for the dogshit pic quality for some reason my phone camera pics dont work on tumblr and my computer.

sooooooo basically some more info about the design cause i overthink to much:

-the thingy beneath the right eye is a scar.

-the weird fucking rug lookalike hair is not a braid, its like a ponytail thats split up into those lil parts using thin hairties. Its supposed to kinda look like a tough rope.

-the blue frilly thingys on the outends of the armwarmers are lace, those on the lower side of the dress is a skirt thats underneath

-the collar is a sailor dress-type collar.

-the dress is white, the gray is just shading.

-there is....no reason for her left eye being covered. dont question it.

-the glimmer in the right eye is constant, those are just her pupils.

now, onto the personality and other stuffs:

-she tugs onto her ponytail whenever she gets upset

-she's a very cheerfull, glee-filled individual, always trying to be and see the positives in any situation, to the point where it can sometimes get obnoxious.

-over the top dramatic, everything is THE end of the world

-either doesnt talk at all or talks very, VERy loudly (EARSHATTER ALERT)

-her favorite food is strawberry filled chocolates (NUH UH its actually nacho cheese doritos, but she pretends to like certain things to appear cuter.)

-her favorite drinks cream soda (same as last time, this ones actually cherry coca cola)

-has shitton of energy, do not give this bitch caffeine she will explode

-the music types/styles she likes is classic, denpa, rock and cutesy-sounding songs (whatever that means is up to you)

-she's 16 years old

-very random, tends to say things before she thinks them over so she ends up saying lots of stupid stuff she regrets saying later

-her favorite animals are Koala's (and war ants)

-if she were a tarot card, she'd be a reversed sun (idk much about Tarot so idk if the meaning i found is true, but anyways)

-knows a lot of weird facts she splurts out whenever whoever she's talking to is not paying enough attention to her.

random song i think fits her

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Slice of Life #1

Ghirahim sat atop the short flight of steps before the obsidian throne, preening in the reflection of his knife. The days' appointments were running smoothly-- no surprises, no wrathful acts of immolation.

He turned the blade slightly, catching the reflection of Demise behind him. The Demon King sat upon his throne, his eyes closed and an arm propping up his head. His flaming locks poured around around his shoulders, glowing faintly.

He looks like an old man asleep in his rocking chair, thought Ghirahim. Is he really sleeping?

A thunderous crack snaps both of them to attention. The carved doors bounce off the walls, swinging on their hinges and barely missing the hylian woman striding through.

Father.

The young woman's leather sandals delicately pad across the stone floor, her auburn curls bouncing with every eager step. She grins from behind her bangs, clasping something delicately in her hands.

"You're back early", Demise grumbles, clearly unhappy with such a crude awakening. "I trust you found something interesting?"

"Of course I did!" chimes the woman. She stands at the top of the steps, hands extended toward Demise. The two men lean in to look as she opens her palms and reveals her treasure.

A beetle.

Ghirahim stifles a laugh. Sure, it's golden and sports a large horn with fearsome pinchers, but it's nothing special. He glances toward Demise, also studying the insect.

After a moment, Demise sits back in his seat and wipes at his face. Though calm on the outside, the heat radiating from his now lively mane betrays his rising anger.

"Hera," Demise sighs. "I did not send you into the forest to collect bugs."

Hera sighs and holds the beetle towards her chest, looking over its' alien features.

"I know, but I had a good opportunity to catch him and-"

"And did you find anything useful?" Demise glowered from his throne.

Hera let out a deep sigh, extending her free hand back out. "Yes, I'm not that forgetful, Father."

She looks back to Demise as her rust-colored eyes suddenly change to glowing white, tendrils of pure energy wisping from the corners. A glowing silver crystal condenses into her outstretched hand.

"This is the entirety of the Sheikah generals' memories, from the time he was old enough to wield a blade to a minute or so after his death." Her voice echoed, reverberating with untold power.

Truthfully, Ghirahim loved watching her use her power. The way her hair floated, almost weightless, reminded him of flowers swaying in gentle breezes; the way she held herself like a thousand-year-old Goddess, and not like the disheveled teenager she usually played.

Demise lept forward and grabbed the crystal from Hera with a laugh.

"This is exactly what I needed!" He beamed. "Take your little friend and prepare for your debriefing--"

"His name is Bingus," Hera said as her energy dissipated.

"...I beg your pardon?" Demise glanced down at the girl as Ghirahim cackled by his side. "Fine. You and Bingus go prepare."

With a giggle, Hera turned and walked back towards the doors, clearly proud of her work. As the doors closed behind her, Demise sat back in his seat, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Never ever ever ever let your friends use your drawing stuff

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