mostly pre-existing ocs, though a couple should be familiar (charlie and sylvester!). I may make vincent & everyone related to him (randy & jay, amongst others I've never posted) objects for funsies too.
The other guys (Roseall, Cryssal (The... orange crystal), Belle and Ganderi) are a part of this ooooold story from like 2021. Full of cactus cowboys and not-so-cactus cowboys (it's really cool!) More info (and old art I still like) under the cut for funsies...
Roseall is this outlaw of sorts, though he has never really done anything warranting an outlaw reputation. He's just known like that, for some reason, despite being... pretty sweet. He's the supposed last Cylindropuntia Rubrisprinus (which is a made-up species), and so his spines are worth a lot.
He has a brother, Whipple (C. Whipplei), who is the STUPIDEST corn thing in the whole world. Why are you like that? What did Roseall ever do to you??? Is it the cold, boy???
(He's the yellow one! They're kids there. So he's kinda normal, actually)
Cryssal was... is? is Roseall's partner. Good for him. He survived getting shot in the head with a shotgun once (much unlike Roseall. Har har!) Other than that I don't....remember much. He's still scrungly though. I don't have GOOD art. of him. though.
Belle (Uebelmannia Pectinifera) and Ganderi (C. Ganderi) I don't remember as much about; I don't know if they had more actual plot relevance beyond character interactions but I've got more old art:
(The book you can only see the back of there is Fon. Erm. He was the villain..................................And I don't care about him)
and then there's just more general old art I still like..... including Just Some Guys. for funsies!
(NOT cactus cowboy stuff; more sigye (cosmosdex) stuff. But it's Whip's and Roseall's dynamic?...)
And 6 misc guys! My favourite are Micah and Mallo . . . though mr SHEEPDOG over there is REALLY FUNNY. I forgot the. the species. thuogh. but he's some opuntia. I think the common name is like sheepdog cactus or something
Aye... Day of running about, being bear hugged... Finishing the night with a community stew of venison and gourd taters that Verbrok the Brewer grows. Sweet and hardy.
Kairos wants me to tell y'all "hi Cryssal people, mama and I have fun with new friends! Played Chaseball!" Chaseball being a ball that you kick and chase. "Sorry Mama busy! She likes home n pappy."
In the fifth chapter of my MLP Fanfic "Celly vs. Earth" three very well known foes appear on earth, stripped of their powers and transformed into humans, for reasons yet unknown.
Here are Tirek, Cozy Glow and Chrysalis, aka Tarek Bulba, Cassie O´Glower and Regina Cryssal, in their exiled human forms.
Marcel slapped Jay on the back, the smell of beer on both their breaths. "No, but seriously, if you could bang anyone in the house, who would you bang?" Jay grew quiet, his eyebrows shooting up. He pursed his lips and squinted at a wall. "Mm, I mean..." He didn't finish his thought.
Marcel burst out laughing. "Wait, don’tell me, you actually asked some of them before!?" His words slurred and he laughed into Jay's shoulder. "Who? All o’them? Is that how you met, you asked to get into their pants?"
Jay elbowed Marcel playfully and groaned. "I wish! Can you imagine the kinky stuff Lake would be into? Or Windy? But no sirree, back when’a met the family, tried hitting off with Windy and she was a sour puss. Made her a challenge. But she and Nana Inga made it clear as cryssal they weren't interested.” Jay leaned hard against Marcel and unsuccessfully tried whispering in his ear. “Plus they ain’t human, and that comp’lates things. I don't like shagging up with other fae. Samuel though, he was up for it."
Marcel gave Jay a careful look. He never knew what to say when anyone brought up their recent loss. He wished he had met Samuel.
He spoke up before the silence could grow awkward. "Ah wait, I thought Samuel was fae too? Isn't he, you know," Marcel wigled his fingers in front of Jay's face, making ghostly noises. "Isn't he like Ingrid?"
"Sure was. I usually don't swing for that, you never know if you can trust em, or if you'll end up in some contract for a millennium.” Jay swung out his arms for emphasis, nearly hitting Marcel in the face. “But he was a good lay, and a right decent man. No faults on him. Ah, and Samuel was young too, by fae standards. Dang he was cute. So yeah, we fooled around a bit until he landed a boyfriend."
Marcel got a mischievous grin and poked Jay in the face. "Aha! S’that what you see in me, I'm young? You get a thing for younger guys?"
"Babe, I'm nearing 500 years old, everyone’s younger ’an me. And yes," he added, tackling Marcel to the couch with kisses, "Younger guys are hot as hell. In fact, there's this particular 36 year old that I am majorly crushing on. You think’a got a chance?"
"I can put in a good word for you," Marcel responded, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend.
You’ll Be Here and I’ll Be With You by Levi Robinheart [lyrics]
Why don’t you take a break, dear
from standin with your bones so dry?
What good is all the pain if it
only ends to let you ache?
Why don’t you take a break, dear
from starin at your screens all day?
I know it’s comin but if you’ll just stay your hands
You’ll be here ‘nd I’ll be with you
When the sirens reach our door
Spare your spine, for as you sleep it grows
more beautiful
Your soul is far more restless when you steal it so
I miss it, too, you know
come close
In the morning you can feel the sun escape your breath
or you could lose yourself tonight and wonder when you left
And as it seems, there’s a ransom at the core
of impossible routines
Why don’t you take a break, dear?
Everybody goes some day
I miss the way it felt to cryssal your eyes
You’ll be here and I’ll be with you
when the moment needs you most
And I will hold your taken heart and weep
so criminal
You keep the pressure going ‘cause it’s what we do
I know you miss it, too
stay close
In the morning you can feel the sun within my chest
And if you give me what you have I’ll give you what is left
If we agree, I will miss you when we sleep
but when we dream we will be queens again
masters of the scene
Give you here, come to bed,
rest your eyes and close your head
as it rains, you’ll be here and I’ll be with you