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Oraeka Project

@thecactusoasis / thecactusoasis.tumblr.com

Well hello and welcome to my Tumblr. I will be posting majoraly art and writings for my personal projet called Oraeka Project. Age: 29
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Hi everyone! Long time no see, but here’s a post I’ll keep in my pinned!  I’m Cactus, an Artist/Writer that wants to create stories and draw things for it. You can find my stories here:  https://archiveofourown.org/users/CactusOasis You can find my Kofi here: https://ko-fi.com/cactusoasis Otherwise my Twitter here: https://twitter.com/TheCactusOasis If you like my work and want early access to wips and chill with others as a community: https://discord.gg/jscTY6B9f Please enjoy some of my prouder works from this year, I’ll make individual posts for them over time.

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“Compassion.” 

The whisper of a lone girl in her room within the barracks of a Hunter base is spoken only enough for her voice to reach her own ears. There, seated at a desk snugly set under a window too gloomy to see properly through it thanks in part to the amount of precipitation slamming itself onto the glass, was the red-head infamous amongst the base as being not only the newest addition, but being someone consistently at the ire of Officer Jae after the demonstration in the training grounds. Now, thrown over the back of her chair, her overcoat had her name stitched onto it properly on the arm as well as her rank. 

Kazashi Private First Class.

It took her at least a week to prove she had earned it out of initial training, no thanks in part to Jae. If not for Officer Shel and Officer Trisca she probably would not have even gotten this much done. Still, Rin hasn’t let this keep her down as she had a small inkling of an idea on how she would be treated by her superiors when they learned of her family name. 

Rin blinks back to focus on the book in front of her, neatly opened with a hand to show lengthy handwritten paragraphs and sketched images detailing the visage and identity of living beings. Her hand traces its way back to where she had randomly lost her place in the paragraph.

“Compassion. Power. Honor. That which the Fire Kraeka revolve themselves truthfully and honestly are these three beliefs. Falter not in their presence, for they will respect you wholeheartedly in any aspect of yourself so long as you do not break this honor nor are you at war with them… Hm.” 

She glances at the images again on the pages. There, sketched by an artist, was the fierce stare of a Fire Kraeka, skin red as their embers circling them and their hair white as a pearl and black sclera highlighting the dancing fire that is their iris. Here they could be depicted as well in flowing armor with a few belt ropes and decorated metals to protect their arms or other imagery of long flowing dresses that either hang loose around their shoulders or are fitted to them in several colorful layers and patterns.

A small piece of chapter 5! I finally made the entire chapter public as I had just recently finished it! It took far too long to write, so I hope everyone enjoys it.

If you want to read Oraeka Project as it currently is released publicly then please check it out here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36048316/chapters/89865859

Chapter 6 is now out as well! https://archiveofourown.org/works/36048316/chapters/132464569

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I don't think I ever posted her but I have a pokemon oc I ship with carmine 🥺 I think it's cute when people say her and Kieran are actually zorua lol and the moment carmine's casual wear was revealed...I had to draw it 🩷 yuzu feeds her while she plays the game teehee🤭

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hi all i desperately need your help moving out of my abusive household. Im planning to move by the first week of march so its time sensitive . thank you for reading and boosting 🙏🩵

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The most recent drawing of a friends OC into the Hunter uniform from Oraeka Project! I had a lot of fun with this one.

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“Compassion.” 

The whisper of a lone girl in her room within the barracks of a Hunter base is spoken only enough for her voice to reach her own ears. There, seated at a desk snugly set under a window too gloomy to see properly through it thanks in part to the amount of precipitation slamming itself onto the glass, was the red-head infamous amongst the base as being not only the newest addition, but being someone consistently at the ire of Officer Jae after the demonstration in the training grounds. Now, thrown over the back of her chair, her overcoat had her name stitched onto it properly on the arm as well as her rank. 

Kazashi Private First Class.

It took her at least a week to prove she had earned it out of initial training, no thanks in part to Jae. If not for Officer Shel and Officer Trisca she probably would not have even gotten this much done. Still, Rin hasn’t let this keep her down as she had a small inkling of an idea on how she would be treated by her superiors when they learned of her family name. 

Rin blinks back to focus on the book in front of her, neatly opened with a hand to show lengthy handwritten paragraphs and sketched images detailing the visage and identity of living beings. Her hand traces its way back to where she had randomly lost her place in the paragraph.

“Compassion. Power. Honor. That which the Fire Kraeka revolve themselves truthfully and honestly are these three beliefs. Falter not in their presence, for they will respect you wholeheartedly in any aspect of yourself so long as you do not break this honor nor are you at war with them… Hm.” 

She glances at the images again on the pages. There, sketched by an artist, was the fierce stare of a Fire Kraeka, skin red as their embers circling them and their hair white as a pearl and black sclera highlighting the dancing fire that is their iris. Here they could be depicted as well in flowing armor with a few belt ropes and decorated metals to protect their arms or other imagery of long flowing dresses that either hang loose around their shoulders or are fitted to them in several colorful layers and patterns.

A small piece of chapter 5! I finally made the entire chapter public as I had just recently finished it! It took far too long to write, so I hope everyone enjoys it.

If you want to read Oraeka Project as it currently is released publicly then please check it out here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36048316/chapters/89865859

Chapter 6 is now out as well! https://archiveofourown.org/works/36048316/chapters/132464569

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reblogged

“Compassion.” 

The whisper of a lone girl in her room within the barracks of a Hunter base is spoken only enough for her voice to reach her own ears. There, seated at a desk snugly set under a window too gloomy to see properly through it thanks in part to the amount of precipitation slamming itself onto the glass, was the red-head infamous amongst the base as being not only the newest addition, but being someone consistently at the ire of Officer Jae after the demonstration in the training grounds. Now, thrown over the back of her chair, her overcoat had her name stitched onto it properly on the arm as well as her rank. 

Kazashi Private First Class.

It took her at least a week to prove she had earned it out of initial training, no thanks in part to Jae. If not for Officer Shel and Officer Trisca she probably would not have even gotten this much done. Still, Rin hasn’t let this keep her down as she had a small inkling of an idea on how she would be treated by her superiors when they learned of her family name. 

Rin blinks back to focus on the book in front of her, neatly opened with a hand to show lengthy handwritten paragraphs and sketched images detailing the visage and identity of living beings. Her hand traces its way back to where she had randomly lost her place in the paragraph.

“Compassion. Power. Honor. That which the Fire Kraeka revolve themselves truthfully and honestly are these three beliefs. Falter not in their presence, for they will respect you wholeheartedly in any aspect of yourself so long as you do not break this honor nor are you at war with them… Hm.” 

She glances at the images again on the pages. There, sketched by an artist, was the fierce stare of a Fire Kraeka, skin red as their embers circling them and their hair white as a pearl and black sclera highlighting the dancing fire that is their iris. Here they could be depicted as well in flowing armor with a few belt ropes and decorated metals to protect their arms or other imagery of long flowing dresses that either hang loose around their shoulders or are fitted to them in several colorful layers and patterns.

A small piece of chapter 5! I finally made the entire chapter public as I had just recently finished it! It took far too long to write, so I hope everyone enjoys it.

If you want to read Oraeka Project as it currently is released publicly then please check it out here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36048316/chapters/89865859

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Hi everyone! Long time no see, but here’s a post I’ll keep in my pinned!  I’m Cactus, an Artist/Writer that wants to create stories and draw things for it. You can find my stories here:  https://archiveofourown.org/users/CactusOasis You can find my Kofi here: https://ko-fi.com/cactusoasis Otherwise my Twitter here: https://twitter.com/TheCactusOasis If you like my work and want early access to wips and chill with others as a community: https://discord.gg/jscTY6B9f Please enjoy some of my prouder works from this year, I’ll make individual posts for them over time.

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