#that being said whether or not i draw her little twin tails is a 50/50 shot bcs theyre the one part of her design im not particularly fond

[masqueradeoftheguilty]

now that im done with raiden i need to sit down and figure out how to draw furina’s hair bcs i love it’s design but hoo thats a lot of curls and layers

[technicallymagicalsuit]

Sad Ghostforce stories

Chapter 1: Injured. It is a daytime in school and Andy is defeating Drake in every basketball competition, Nobody wins me! (Andy said with happiness) Then two twin guys with caps and iron fists in both hands appear next to Andy, they were Norman and Zane Kasenti, Nolan's sons, they offered something to him. Hey, Baker! We are gonna defeat you in three basketball competitions! Will you accept it or you are a very great coward? (The twins asked him) Okey, sure! (Andy answered them) 10 minutes passed and Andy won, the twins were angry with him, both unable to accept their defeat, Zane and Norman made a plan to win, You did it well, Andy! (answered and Mike) Now we want a competition with Fury! (They answered) Fine! (Andy answered) I think is not a good idea (Liv whispered to Mike) (Andy hided in a street to transform into Fury) I hope he comes now! (The twins said angrily) I'm here! (Fury said) Now let's get over with it! (The twins answered) 1 minute later (Fury and the twins got a draw) I'm gonna win! (Fury said happy) But before he could win, one of the twins punched on Andy's left leg, while the other one hited him on the right arm) We won! (The twins said happy and walked away, while Fury was sitting on the ground after getting hurted and being injured) This is the worst competition ever! (Fury said while crying)

Chapter 2: Traumatized. It's a rainy saturday at night at 8 PM, Liv was seeing the tombs of her grandparents, both the maternal ones and the paternal ones. Grandma Meredith, Grandpa Shawn, Grandpa Leo, Grandma Hannah, I met all of you when I was baby, but when I was 5 years old Grandma Hannah and Grandpa Leo died and dad became sad, while I was 9 years old, Grandma Meredith and Grandpa Shawn died after my birthday, which made mom sad, just like dad (Liv said while she was writing on her diary) Now I must return to home, Andy and our parents must be worried about me (Liv left the cementery to return to her house after taking a picture of herself with her phone) (When she saw the forest, she started walking in it, she was tired of walking as herself and decided to transform into Msyt, she saw during the way a lake) (Liv as both herself and as Myst sometimes throws stones at the lake) Swoosh! That's cool! (Myst answered) Splish! This is wonderfull! (Myst said) Thud! (When Myst threw the third stone, she noticed it wasn't touching the water) Could it be a little piece of land or something? No way, the lake is 12 feet deep all around and 50 feet across it, there is no reason why it turned dry up, but whatever it is and whether it's the stone or not, it started to float towards Myst, all she saw was a dark figure and it did not make any sound, but it smells bad, since it flowed to closer, she could tell it was an animal by looking at the tail. Mesmerized with it, Myst leaned forward, but Whoops! She was learning to far and slipped off the edge into the murky water, Myst got nervous and tried to get out of there right now, but she took a good look at the dirty object, only to figure out that it's a smelly cat corpse with it's eyes devoured off to see such darkest thing in the night and the forest, rattled Myst to the heart. HELP ME! SOMEBODY HELP ME, PLEASE! (Myst screamed while she was splashing her way out of the lake, she crawled out of it, on her knees and hands and ran as fast she can to the house, leaving her umbrella, her phone, her diary, her Spectral Bow, the arrows it has and her ghost Octocat, which is a cross between a cat and an octopus, behind, Liv detransformed gasping for shivering and air, she opened the door, she ate her dinner and then stuttered her way to her and Andy's bedroom, it was very late at night and most of the people in New York, including her classmates, Mike, Miss Jones and her parents, were sleeping, she opened her room's door and she saw Andy was already asleep, Liv slid on top of her bed and curled up bumbling and shivering through herself after putting on her pajamas, Andy woke up due to his sister's sounds. Sis, are you okey? Andy asked, but Liv didn't answer, she kept sobbing and mumbling, traumatized from what she saw.

Chapter 3: Mistreated and Humiliated. It was the best day ever for Mike as Krush, a superheroine named Dusty, asked him out on a date, Mike as Krush and as himself always wanted a girlfriend, though he loves more Charlie than her, since she loves Krush, he would fantasize about walking on the beach and together go shopping at the mall and go on a double date with Andy as Fury, Liv as Myst, Carla and Drake, despite he's the class bully, Krush got a text from Dusty saying I'm coming, Dusty went to where Krush was and they spoke to each other, You should meet my friends, they'll like you! Krush said, not yet, I think I'm not ready yet. Dusty answered. Okey when you're ready tell me. Krush answered her. Promise? Krush asked. Promise, Dusty answered him. Krush went to tell Glowboo, Myst and Fury that someone besides Charlie loves him, That's cool, buddy! Fury said happily. Good for you, my friend. Answered Glowboo. What are you gonna do, if Charlie sees you with her? Myst asked. I'll do everything I can. Krush answered. Weeks later... Mike is at his house watching the trailer of the Solar-Man movie on his phone and a message from Dusty appears and it says: Meet me in Central Park. Wait a second. Mike said. Dusty didn't spoke to me since the last days and wants to see me on Central Park? Mike asked to himself, I'll make her a cake! Mike transforms into Krush. Hours later... In Central Park, Krush appears with a cake made of kiwi and sees Dusty, but he discovered she was with someone. A superhero. It was Flame, Dusty's friend, partner and love interest. Hi, Dusty. Said Krush. Krush, what you're doing here and why? Dusty asked. Moron, I saw your message and it says: Thanks for coming here, Flame. Krush said. Oh dear, you've passed a whole month faking to love this stupid, Dusty? Fake? Krush asked. Listen, Krush: I only asked you to date me to make Flame jealous, I don't why did you got that message, it was supposed to be for Flame. Dusty answered. But, you said loved me! Krush yelled at her and started tearing up. I should tell ya, it was a good plan to trick the immaturest superhero in New York, but as I said it's easy like that to prank Krush. Flame sneered. Dusty! Krush said. I made you a cake! I hope you like it! It's made of kiwi, by the way! Dusty jump back. I'm allergic to Kiwis! You're trying to get rid of me? Dusty answered. I did not even know! Krush cried more tears. Flame took the cake of Krush's hands making it splatter all over him. Get away from us, you loser! Flame and Dusty walked away, while Krush started crying after being slumped and heartbroken, he was seeing everybody laughing at him, including his own father, he was mistreated and humiliated, as his tear-stared at the destroyed cake, he said to himself: This the worst date ever and the worst day of my whole life...

Chapter 4: Glowboo's disaster. Glowboo is ready for a biggest day. He'll be presenting his latest his latest inventions to a group of investors in the largest angel group in New York with more of 350 angel investors and growing, the Harvard Business School Alumni Angels of Greater New York uptown. If they're impressed with them, then they'll buy the rights and pay Glowboo a huge amount of money. But money is just a social construct to the intelligent Glowboo. What he wants is his inventions to be mass produced. They are two Mega Metal Probes, two machines about 12 feet taill, one looks like an iron fir tree and the other one like a steel pine tree. They use technology to run their powers, but their sole purposes are to recycle carbon dioxide into oxygen, but at a much faster rate than doing it normal. These inventions will revolutionize the fight against climate change. With two SCFs of a trailer connected to the Ghost Car, Glowboo's ready to go. But he's forgotten his notes, some are in the 1st layer of the lab and the others are on the 2nd layer. He quickly runs to get them. The inventions are still outside, waiting for their creator to come back. CLUNK! Myst throws a spectral arrow--accidentally hitting both of the SCFs. OOPS! Myst rushes towards the inventions and notices two small parts fell off. She quickly puts the fallen pieces back on even if she really didn't know where were they originally. Uh...I'm sure they'll be fine, now I must leave. Fury and Krush are waiting for me. (Myst said nervously) Myst scurried off nervously with her spectral arrow, the same that accidentally hitted both of the SCFs. As soon as Myst leaves, Glowboo comes back, unaware about what happened. Miss Jones drives Glowboo uptown to one of the corporate buildings where the meeting will take place. Inside the meeting room, there groups of investors with fancy business and intimidating faces. Glowboo gets his notes and gets ready to present. Ladies and Gentlemen! I present to all of you the Mega Metal Proves! Put these arond any major city of every country, and the air will be much cleaner! (Glowboo proudlt shouted) How does it work? (One woman asked) Allow me to demonstrate. (Glowboo said happy and turned on the switches and the SCFs roars awake) Seconds go by and the inventions started to shake violently. Glowboo is confused and starts to bang on the creations, but they shake harder. The group of investors stand up from their chairs, frightened. Then something inside both things explodes, causing part of the room to catch fire. Everybody rushes out of the building which is now blazing with an inferno on the top ten floors. Everybody in the building gets out safely, but a few have minor injuries, including Glowboo. The firefighters arrive to put out the flames. One investor, another female one, yelled at Glowboo. Your so-called inventions almost MURDERED us! Plus it caused a lot of millions in damages! We knew that we could not trust an android and even less a useless one. Without caring how many times you have participed on this and the trophies you won or if this is your first time! Everybody gives Glowboo angry looks as he's siting on the ground. He tries not to cry...but he does. After all, he's an useless android, due to him being sometimes either being glitched or being running out of boo energy during missions.

Chapter 5/Final Chapter: Car Accident. Miss Jones, also known as Purple Kick, and Nolan Kasenti, also known as Curser and formely known as Carpenter, have been enemies for ten years already. Happy enemy ten year-iversary, Nolan noo-noo ex-friend! Miss Jones cooed to her ex-partner over her phone. It felt like yesterday since the first time we hated each other. Nolan replied. I have something to tell ya, enemy! But I wanna give it to you at that one place we had our first fight. Nolan, you literally shouldn't have! I'll be there, ASAP, Kay? Miss Jones grabbed her ectocap to the Ghost Car and her phone. On her way out, Liv shouted from another layer. Miss Jones! If you're gonna be driving the Ghost Car, be sure to bring it back before six. You promised you would show us your transformation into Purple Kick.

Sure whatever! And take care of Glups while I'm away! Miss Jones sighed as she head out the layer. She then got in the Ghost Car, turned it on, she transformed into her superheroine alter ego and went off to see Nolan. As she drove down the neighborhood, she felt her phone vibrate. Maybe it's Nolan again, but Purple Kick knows not to text and drive. That's dangerous. She kept her eyes on the road, driving. Soon, she felt her phone vibrate again, and another time, and once more. Is it an emergency? Does Nolan have something really important to say, like trying to change the fight location? Or could he be tricking me!? Purple Kick is still driving, anxious to look at her sudden texts, but she couldn't see an opportunity to pull over and stop since there are so many cars and junk in that street. If I just keep straight and constantly glance back and forth at the road...I'll be fine. The road is straight. Besides, I'm literally only going 70 miles per hour, that can't kill me. Purple Kick then pulled out her phone to see eleven new messages...but they weren't from Nolan. It was just spam from an adult magazine she subscribed to. Apparently, she gave them her phone number without paying attention. Nevertheless, was still fixated on their new hot stories. Ooooo! A steamy romance between Mike's parents and how they met each other--?

CRRRRAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSHHHHHH!!!! Purple Kick smashed against Nolan's daughters-in-law parked cars, destroying the Ghost Car's front. The airbags deployed, but did more bad than good. Bruising Purple Kick's right eye. Glass shattered and cut her in several places. She was conscious for a couple of seconds, then passed out. Several hours later, Miss Jones as herself found herself on a hospital bad with her students and Nolan as Curser surrounding her. MISS JONES! They all shouted. Oh, thank kindness you're okay. Mike said with tears in her eyes. W...what happened? Miss Jones asked. You were in a car accident, teacher. Liv answered. The Ghost Car needs to be fixed, but that doesn't matter now. We're all just glad you're still with us. Andy answered. Miss Jones felt so stupid and guilty. Uh..do you guys know the details of what happened? That doesn't matter right now, dear. Curser held her weak hand. Just rest up, okay? Here, your students and android made you these cards. Miss Jones read each and every card from her students and Glowboo. Telling her that they love her and hope she recovers soon. Sadness sank into her. She knew now that she will never text and drive again no matter what. From that day forward, Miss Jones will never take her life for granted ever again. Weeks later after Miss Jones was recovered, she and Nolan started fighting each other as Curser and Purple Kick.

[dbhilluminate]

DBH: Illuminate- Hit and Run (part 1)

Characters: Connor-50 / Z, Dennis, Nick, Kate, Connor-51 / RK, Axl  Word Count: 2,598

Axl spots a trine of RK800's entering Detroit on a bus inbound from Belle Isle- Kate moves to tail them with the intention of finding out why they're there, but is spotted by Connor's doppelganger and forced to do something she regrets in order to escape.

( Chapter Art by triple_jays_art , Co-authored by grayorca15)

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November 12th, 2038 - 12:54 PM

By the end of the journey, Dennis almost wished their special travel privileges had been revoked. Standing at the back of the bus might have been degrading for models of their ( dubious ) stature- compared to that, sitting wedged into an armchair-style seat wasn’t any more pleasant, but it was useless to rue any of it at this point, like insisting on taking the window seat in spite of irrelevant comfort. HIs partner squinted and placed a hand on the glass to see further out the window in anticipation of what their first glimpse of Detroit would entail. Thus far, the rolling expanses of countryside —field after field of unharvested late-season corn— had yet to give way to congested metropolitan sprawl. Nick sighed and turned back to him in disappointment. "How much longer? Why is it so far? I didn't know it would take so long."

Such questions were unsuspicious to the rest of the tour bus’ human group, but exhausting to have to answer ten times over. Instead of responding with his usual weariness, Dennis skimmed ahead to the next news article on his tablet, slouched down in his seat with his elbows bowed and his ankle crossed over one knee. He cut enough of a surly image he hadn’t been bothered by other passengers looking for small talk, though his covert attire helped throw off suspicion. In his Michigan State Wolverines hoodie, blue jeans, and ski cap crammed down over his brow, Dennis looked like just another laze about young adult catching the bus back to the city. He’d even left the laces of his boots untied to better help sell the idea. With every lazy turn the bus made they swayed one way, then the other. Dennis ran through a few possible responses before he opted for a casual nudge of his toe against his partner’s knee. This might have been a bearable arrangement, if only he would quit fidgeting every five minutes.

“You lookin’ for a distraction, or you want the same answer I’ve been givin’ you the last five hours?” Nick knocked his knee against his in rebuttal as he continued to look out the window, then turned and leaned back toward him, eyes wide under an old Detroit Tigers ball cap. "I'm just curious! It's been so long since we’ve been home… how much longer ‘till we get there?" The tablet in Dennis’ hands updated in real-time: a few mentions of road accidents that had waylaid everyday commuters at several junctions along I-75, interrupted his reading with a few annoying pop-up banners that he swiped away after reading. “An hour, provided the traffic doesn’t logjam between here and there,” he replied, then paused to take a sideways glance at his partner’s leg jittering up and down like a piston. Dennis recalled that had been their third’s plan to eat up the few hundred miles between Dayton and Detroit, but four hours in, Nick had recharged all he could will himself to. Now he was brimming with nervous energy he couldn’t work off, as always. Good plan, bad result. “What happened to sleeping your way back?” Nick reached to fuss with one of the arms of his windbreaker jacket and fidgeted in his seat. His leg stopped for a moment. "I tried that, but I'm not- tired anymore. We're going so slow… Too slow. Can't they go any faster? When will we actually be in the city?" “Soon enough,” Dennis replied, and dialed back the exasperation in his tone to spare them both the aggravation. Whether or not the delays could be helped didn’t stop Nick from whining about it anyway. There was no sense in getting annoyed.

Dennis glanced back and around at their company, most of whom were either asleep or too engrossed with their mobile electronics to notice, and made one slight tug at the ski cap. His LED dimmed beneath it, but he needn’t chance someone noticing the faint glow. As he opened the wireless communication channel between them, he reverted back to their usual banter: Don’t whine so much, you’ll draw attention to us. Their press coverage was still minimal as of yet, and most photos tended to consist of only one of their three faces. The odds they’d be outed were minimal, but it was still attention they didn’t need. And you know Zero could use the recharge. Nick twisted around and directed a too-obvious glance at their dozing primary seated a few rows back on the opposite side of the aisle. The RK800 (formerly known as “Connor”) faked a nap, head tilted back against the cushy headrest with a smart-looking cap pulled down over his eyes. Okay, okay, fine… I'll stay quiet, the anxious Android agreed as he settled back into his seat, then propped his chin up in the palm of his hand as he frowned at the floor You’re fussing more than the three-year-old in Row E. Dennis nodded to illustrate his point, directed a raised brow to the child in question, and rubbed at his eyes. I know you don’t like long rides anywhere. But you know why we’re being recalled, right? He had explained it. Whether or not Nick had been listening was another matter entirely. His partner leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms as he re-accessed the data, and remained quiet just long enough to formulate an answer. Yes… we're going back to Detroit to- uhm… help with something.

Nick never had possessed the longest attention span of their trio… Capacity for learning meant human mannerisms could easily sneak their way into all the machine-like tics that came with being an android, but they still needed to be tempered. Dennis shut his eyes before the urge to roll them got the better of him. Even if it was the perfect moment to indulge one, he refrained from exhibiting any deviant-centric behaviors, lest he give Amanda another reason to add a new tally his behavioral report. Yes. We’re going to help determine where Illuminate has been operating. Zero’s redundancy twin is a whisker away from rooting out their base of operations, and he could use some backup closing the net. The long and the short of it, as described by Amanda, wasn’t that their time around the Midwest had been a complete waste, but now that they were in the know about Zero’s “other half”, it stood to reason that they’d been sent out of the city to keep from overlapping on DCPD cases. Her patronizing reassurance did nothing to calm the faux bubbling of anxiety in Dennis’ lines, however; in fact, it had done the opposite by seeding the suspicion of irrelevance. He was simply better than Nick at concealing what he felt, as much as he wasn’t supposed to.

Nick bypassed the information that they were being sent to help uncover the largest connection that would help them prevent a deviancy uprising, and immediately went for the acknowledgment of Zero's twin. Instead of skeptical, he was genuinely earnest to embrace the notion of a lost ‘relative’. The prospect didn’t scare him at all. Oh, yes, I knew that. I can't wait to meet him! I wonder if they look different... you know, so we can tell them apart? I wouldn’t want to confuse one for the other. Dennis scoffed and twitched his crossed-over ankle to purge some of the subdued restless energy. That’s hardly our biggest concern. This isn’t a social call, it’s for the good of the mission. He may not have always liked being the anchor of their group, but someone had to be. I know, I'm just excited. The wait is making me anxious… Nick trailed off as he took a hopeless look out the window again, then realized what he should have said and turned back to Dennis. A-and to get started on the mission, of course.

With a slow, careless blink and a small sigh, Dennis cleared the news article he was no longer one-hundred percent focused on reading, just as a green mileage sign flashed by. Toledo, Monroe… then Detroit- all potential deviancy hotspots. Depending on what kind of network Illuminate had established, they could have connections everywhere. Thirteen months was a long time for roots to spread. Even if they had only been dispatched to try and round up stragglers, sending three deviant hunters after an un-quantifiable number of deviant Androids across several States was a slapdash attempt at containing the phenomenon, at best. Deviants were as varied and widespread as the humans they took after. Dennis doubted he and his partners would have been able to see so much of the Midwest any other way, though. Mission parameters raised no red flags against lingering on a rooftop a few minutes longer than necessary to watch the sunrise over a foggy Lake Eerie, or peer through a fence to appreciate the teamwork of two dozen grade-schoolers playing a round of baseball after class- or study the diligence with which a monarch butterfly moved from one milkweed plant to the next, carrying out its natural function as a pollinator against all odds, natural or otherwise. That instance in particular, Dennis remembered having to stop and remind Nick it was time to leave. The garage in the middle of that bough harbored no deviants, just a wild assortment of insects. He would have been successful, too, if the damn butterfly hadn’t thought to land on his partner’s wrist. Nick had gone completely still as soon as it landed, letting out a breathy gasp and donning a wide-eyed stare. " Look, Dennis, look- wait, don't come close, you'll scare it off! ” Which was how the presumed in-out inspection job turned into a thirty-minute ordeal of tagging along after a ziggy little monarch. Even after flitting away, its new fan put his android abilities to use, sprinting after and tracking it like a fox chasing a hare. Dennis had followed only to ensure no harm befell their third, while Zero went alone to determine the deviant’s next most likely hiding place. They returned to find Zero standing idle outside the tool shed, while a recovery team from the nearest Cyberlife depot tazed and loaded the exposed fugitive up for transport. That had been three months ago- now here they were on the cusp of winter, headed back to Detroit to take part in a far more important manhunt. Colder temperatures were already leaving flecks of frost on the Greyhound’s curvy windows. It was strangely foreboding. But there wouldn’t be any butterflies this time, or so he’d hoped.

November 12th, 2038 - 03:37 PM

The Rosa Parks terminal wasn’t the first stop their bus made within the city limits. On the off chance they had been noted by prying eyes between Dayton and Detroit, they had been instructed to disembark at random. This counted as such. They didn’t need to step off as a group, but months on the road together only served to reinforce the invisible tethers- where Zero went, Nick and Dennis would follow. If he asked them to wait, they would. If he ordered them not to speak to anyone, they wouldn’t. Anyone who wasn’t law enforcement or related to an active case weren’t to be extensively interacted with- Which was why the moment two parka-wearing children darted out of the crowd and tripped Zero up was so unexpected. Z’s nostrils flared as he barely sidestepped quickly enough to get out of their way, and a hand shot out to brace himself against the side of the idling bus. “Sorry, mister!” Amidst more carefree giggles, they wove back into the crowd, right back to their parents’ sides. After being cooped up on a bus for god only knows how long, it wasn’t any surprise a kid’s first instinct would be to run amok at the first opportunity. With his disguise intact and his cover no worse for wear, Zero returned his focus to locating the subspace storage compartments running the length of the vehicle and entered the six-digit code Cyberlife had forwarded. A panel slid back to reveal a black gym bag, right where they said it would be. All that remained now was to get to Central Station.

They could have summoned a taxi, but with the chill of winter rolling in on the heels of November (cool and breezy, tempered with city smog), it wasn’t unbearable. In contrast to the stuffy interior of a tour bus, one might even call it refreshing; besides, it would do them good to walk, to stave off freezing joints. They had an itinerary, but not an expected time of arrival. Hiking the last leg of the journey to the station didn’t go against any pre-existing orders, and it would give them time to acclimate to their urban surroundings. Zero shouldered the bag by pulling the bandoleer-style strap over his head, then grabbed the brim of his cap and gave it a firm downward tug. Underneath, his LED flickered and spun up. Would you two mind walking from here on? Nick looked around at their new surroundings and nodded absent-mindedly, not at all realizing that he looked like a star-struck tourist in a less-than star-studded city. Oblivious to this as ever, he straightened up and focused with a gleeful smile. Yeah, I’d like that! Just look how nice it is. The bus ride was so long… and the station isn't that far. ‘Nice’, Dennis scoffed over the line as he cinched up his for-show knapsack and led the way out of the boarding area under the iconic inverted-umbrella, funnel-shaped tensile canopy. They kept at least an arm’s reach from each other as they wove into the crowd, but stayed within each others’ line-of-sight. Sticking close together was the best possible formation if they wanted to avoid being sidetracked. Don’t go getting too used to it, Nick. You said the same thing about Chicago, before that breeze almost knocked you off the DuSable. I didn't know it would be so strong, Nick protested in defense, sounding half-embarrassed by the mention of the event. It was as close to an infamous public screw up as they had yet known. The smile dropped. I know now, I won't do that again. At least not when it's windy. Just stay away from the river, you should be fine. Detroit only has one.

That she did. Wide and noticeable as it was, an expanse of sky and sea was all that separated the states from Canada. But beyond that to the southeast, past the assortment of towers and the even-further faraway silhouette of Windsor, a lattice-covered spire shaped like a speartip pierced the horizon as if it were threading a needle through the clouds. Zero had glimpsed it as the bus rode the elevated interstate. Now, his brown eyes subconsciously scanned the urban skyline for it as it crossed his mind once more, as if he owed it at least one fervent glance for being the closest thing to ‘home’ most androids knew.  Even if it said place wasn’t for him, there was the illusion of disdain in looking at it. Knowing what he did about their excommunication from its shadow, he wasn’t in any hurry to lay eyes on CyberLife Tower again. Why should it feel familiar, or welcoming, when they hadn’t even had enough time to get attached to the sight of it? The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth, but before he could let it fester, he turned and fell into step with the other two.